Rain came down in a steady sheet as Cassie Vale walked home from campus, umbrella slung over one shoulder, jeans already dark with water. She stopped under the bus shelter, crossed her arms, and pouted at the empty street.

“Of course none of them came to pick me up,” she muttered. “Typical.”

A handsome blonde man stepped under the shelter beside her, shaking rain from his jacket.

“Cassie Vale, right?” he said. “I’m Terror2. I’ve wanted to meet you ever since I saw you at Club Better Waifu.”

Cassie looked him over, the pout easing into a curious smile. They talked easily — teasing, flirting, the kind of quick charm that only works when both people already know where it’s going.

“You didn’t get what you wanted at the club,” she said after a moment. “Come on.”

She led him into a nearby alley, rain still falling. Cassie unbuttoned her wet jeans, pushed them down, and slid her red panties aside. Terror lifted her against the brick wall and pushed into her. Cassie gasped, wrapping her legs around him as he fucked her there in the rain, her back scraping lightly against the wall. She came hard, clutching his shoulders.

“Put me down,” she breathed.

He did. Cassie turned around, braced her hands on the wall, and looked back at him. “Really pound me.”

Terror pinned her breasts to the wet brick and drove into her from behind, harder this time, until he came deep inside her with a groan.

Cassie dropped to the wet ground on all fours, still panting. “My ass. Now.”

He pushed into her ass and fucked her until he came again, filling her a second time while rain ran down her back. Afterward they pulled their clothes back on as best they could and walked back to the bus stop, each of them holding their pants up, soaked and smiling.

“Thank you,” Terror said. “That was a wonderful night.”

Cassie adjusted her umbrella, gave him a small, satisfied smile, and started walking the rest of the way home through the rain, still dripping, still smilin