“Question,” I said under my breath as I continued to stare upward.

“Answer,” Rain responded, her voice seeming distant.

I laughed and glanced to my side. Rain had moved several feet away from me, closer to the edge of the roof. I shook my head as I attempted to arrange the words in my mind. As complex as it had always seemed to me in the past, the question came in the typical five words most everyone who asked the question before me chose to use.

“Do you believe in God?” I asked.

“Yep,” she snapped back.

I turned my head from facing her and faced the sky once again. As soon as I did, several shooting stars shot past. I grinned, still feeling slightly filled with wonder.

“I’m beginning to,” I said under my breath.

“Good,” she breathed, “Let’s fuck.”

“Excuse me?” I coughed, shocked by what she had said.

“Well, Cade left an hour ago, the other people from the third floor are gone, and we’re out here on the roof all alone. It’s got to be what? Like three o’clock? And you’re wearing jeans and a wife beater. I warned you about that,” she shrugged.

I glanced down at my watch. After my eyes came into focus, I responded, “Pretty close. It’s 2:20.”

Silently, she lifted her dress, pulled her panties down her legs, and eventually past her sandals. After twirling them on her finger for a moment, she flipped them my direction. I glanced down as they land a few feet from my boots.

“I guess that settles it,” I sighed as I bent down and picked up her panties.

“Don’t you like fucking me?” she asked.

I pushed the panties into my back pocket and shook my head, “Nope.”

Her eyes widened, “You don’t?”

“Nope. I love it,” I responded as I began to walk her direction.

The roof of the complex we lived in was not intended to be used as anything but a location for heating and air conditioning equipment. The flat roof, approximately 300 by 400 feet in size, had a three foot tall wall of sorts around the perimeter, constructed in an effort to thwart the potential consideration of jumping. Although we weren’t supposed to, occupants of the building often frequented the roof by climbing up the maintenance ladder. As I walked her direction, I doubted there would be anyone else interested in seeing the tail end of a meteor shower at 2:30 in the morning in the middle of the week.

I draped my hands over her shoulders and leaned toward her. As my mouth came within a few inches of hers, she wrapped her arms around my waist and stood on her tip-toes. As our lips met, my heart began to beat more rapidly. Feeling like a prepubescent teen, I kissed Rain, grateful she caused me to feel the way she did. As the level of passion in our kiss increased, she pulled her lips from mine, and pointed her finger into the sky.

“You missed it,” she said, still pointing upward.

“You’re watching stars while we’re kissing?” I asked.

“The shame…” she said under her breath as she raised her hand to her mouth.

I placed my hands against her shoulders, pushed against one, pulled against the other, and turned her around. Now standing by the edge of the building and facing the street, I pushed my hand into her back, forcing her into the edge of the building. As her thighs came in contact with the perimeter wall, she bent at the waist and gazed down at the street.

“Holy crap, we’re way the fuck up here,” she gasped.

I nodded my head as I reached for my belt buckle, still pressing my right hand into the center of her back. As I fumbled to unbuckle it with my very incapable left hand, she turned and peered over her shoulder.

“You’re going to fuck me right here? On the edge of the roof?” she asked.

I grinned, “Sure am.”

“That’s hot,” she breathed.

I released her back and reached for my belt, frustrated I hadn’t got it unbuckled yet. The anticipation of our sex had me now standing with a full hard-on, jeans still fastened, and my belt buckled - even though I had two hands attempting to free myself from its restraint. As I finally got the belt unbuckled, I pulled against it, frustrated at the grief it caused. I dropped it at my side and quickly unbuttoned my jeans. As I pushed my jeans down my thighs, I gripped my cock in my hand and gave Rain her warning.

“You get twenty strokes, that’s it. Tell me when you want them, how deep you want them, and the level of force you want me to use,” I said as I lifted her dress and draped it over her back.

Standing bare-assed with her pussy in the air, she glanced over her shoulder. Although it was otherwise pitch black outside, the streetlights provided enough luminescence for me to see her eyes roll.

“Twenty? Seriously?” she sighed.

“Yep,” I nodded.

“Well, I’ll tell you when, but I’ll go ahead and tell you right now, I want every one of them as deep as you can shove ‘em. And level of what?” she asked as she tossed her hair to the side of her face.

“Uhhm. Level of force,” I laughed as I guided my cock toward her pussy.

“You weirdo. Just fuck me,” she said as she turned around and grasped the upper portion of the perimeter wall in her hands.

I stared down at her pussy, realized once again how short she was, and spread my legs wide. After the height of my cock was finally even with her pussy,  I pressed the tip of my dick against her soaking wet pussy and released it from my grasp, holding it in position with as little force as necessary. After griping her waist in my hand, I shoved myself balls-deep into her without warning.

She gasped out a heavy breath over the edge of the roof.

“One,” I bellowed.

I slowly and steadily pulled my hips rearward, staring down between her ass cheeks the entire time. As my glistening shaft came into view, I grinned. As soon as the rim was exposed, free of her wet lips, I shoved it into her until she was smashed between my hips and the perimeter wall.

“Two!” I breathed, “Don’t fall over the edge.”

“You...fucker,” she huffed as she attempted to straighten her stance.

I quickly pulled my hips rearward and shoved forward with more force than the last time.

“Three!” I shouted.

She slapped her hands against the top of the concrete wall, “I don’t like this game.”

“Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,” I yelled as I pounded myself in and out of her tight pussy without reservation.

“Holy…”

“Fuck…I almost…came,” she gasped.

“This is hot as fuck,” she said over her shoulder, “I like getting fucked while I watch the cars down there.”

“Wave at them,” I said as I pulled my hips back.

I stared down at my throbbing dick. After minimal consideration, I released her waist, and grabbed her ass cheeks in my hands. After spreading them as wide as possible, I slowly slid my cock into her wet pussy. As the tip of my cock bottomed out inside of her, I held it in position, pressing it against the fleshy obstruction.

“Oh God. That…”

“Feels…”

“Good…” she whispered into the night air.

“Ready?” I asked.

She glanced over her shoulder, her bottom lip held by her upper teeth. She nodded her head and glanced down.

“Okay, that was eleven,” I sighed.

As I held her ass cheeks spread wide, I began to pound away.

“Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…” I heaved as I thrust my hips back and forth.

“Count with me,” I barked.

“Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty,” we said in unison as I pounded myself into her dripping slit.

“You ready to stop?” I asked, half out of breath.

“Unt-uh,” she muttered.

As I prepared to begin my punishment, the sound of voices behind me caught my attention. I glanced over my shoulder and much to my surprise, saw four people walking across the roof.

“Oh my God, he’s got her at the edge,” one whispered.

Rain peered over her shoulder and sighed, “Fuck. People.”