Warm Summer Rain

TITLE: Warm Summer Rain

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Clark / Lana

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica

SPOILERS: None that I know of. Kind of AU what with... well you'll see

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Warner Bro and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. Written as split / Alternating POV... Hopefully.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps - Deton8@mweb.co.za

The Barn on the south field of the Kent farm, 2:03pm, Saturday, Smallville, Kansas

Clark listened to the muffled rumble of distant thunder. His mom had taken his father to Metropolis for his now monthly checkup and they were going to spend the night in the city. Clark had strict instructions as to what not to do and only slightly less strict ones about what he had to do. The not throwing of any kind of party, wild or otherwise, was fairly easy to comply with considering the results of the last party he had thrown, but repairing the old barn at the edge of their farm and bailing the hay in it was a touch harder to comply with, but here he was. Not, that it was that much of a hassle with his powers. He had driven out just after lunch and had the repairs done in under an hour. It was a hot, summer day, but by the time he had reached the barn the air had become close and the clouds had begun to build. A good old Kansas summer rainstorm was in the offing, he could smell it. He hoped Lana got back from her ride before it broke. Although, he had to admit, the idea of a wet Lana was not all that unappealing he thought with a wry smile. It had been almost a year since he had last been to this barn and so much had happened. With, a sigh, he hung up his red plaid shirt and picked up a pitchfork and started to take stock as to what was the best way to tackle the hay. His powers weren't going to be too much help. It was going to be sweaty work and he knew he'd be more comfortable in only his jeans and work boots. He didn't notice the faint purple glow from beneath the hay in the furthest corners of the barn.

Lana chewed thoughtfully on a blade of grass as she sat her horse on the rise of one of the many grass-covered hills on the Kent property. She tipped her straw cowboy hat back to look at the gathering clouds. She had been a Kansas girl all her life and she guessed it wouldn't be more than twenty minutes before it was going to start raining. She was way too far from the Kent's farmhouse to make it back with out getting totally drenched and in only a thin, white cotton t-shirt and jeans, riding in the rain was definitely not going to be pleasant. She'd shared a cup of coffee with Clark almost five hours ago. She hadn't quite planned to stay out this long or ride this far. Her intension had been to just ride out, enjoy the light lunch she'd packed for herself and then return, but it had been such a long time since she'd been able to make time for riding and it felt so good to have the bunching muscles of her horse under her again. She let the horse have it's head and she covered a lot more ground than she intended before she stopped for lunch. Exhilarated and refreshed she had continued on after her meal, deciding to indulge herself and now she might pay a price for it after all. "Is that a barn off in the distance?" she asked herself pulling down her hat once more to shade her eyes. She must be almost to the southern edge of the Kent's farm. She vaguely remember there being an old barn out that way. It would be close, but she could make its shelter. "Well." she said to the gathering clouds, "Shall we race?" She pulled her hat down more firmly on her head, adjusted her grip on the reigns and thumped her heels into the flanks of her horse causing the animal to surge into a run. She leaned forward over the neck of her horse feeling giddy with the sensation of speed as the horses muscles surged beneath her taking her ever nearer to a hopefully dry haven. Thunder rumbled behind her. The distance was a little deceptive with all the low hills in the area and she was still a ways away from the barn when the first fat, but warm drop of rain hit her shoulder. She said something very unladylike that she was sure her Aunt Nell would not have approved of, but she thought the profanity was appropriate for the situation. She was so close. "Was that a truck outside the barn?" she wondered thumping her heels into the flank of the horse one more time to get every ounce of speed out of the beast. Her t-shirt was already beginning to cling to her skin as it got wet. She rode the horse straight into the invitingly open door of the barn. She had to pull up hard to get the horse to stop and then Clark was there, grabbing the bridle and calming the excited animal with a hand on it's muzzle.

Clark was bailing hay for about ten minutes before the pitter-patter of fat droplets could be heard hitting the shingled roof of the barn. He paused for a moment resting on the handle of his pitchfork and looked out the barn door into the rain-hazed landscape outside. He took the moment to enjoy the simple beauty of it before returning to his chore. About a minute later he straightened up again. There was an odd but familiar sound mixed in with the sound of the rain. "Are those hoof beats" he asked himself and cocked his head to the side as he concentrated his super hearing. He was surprised to pick up a sudden burst of Lana's voice using words he would not have thought the diminutive, dark haired beauty even knew. The hoof beats grew quickly closer and then she burst into the barn at a full gallop. He saw her wrestle back the reigns to get the horse to stop and fearing the beast might rear and throw her, he sped forward and grabbed the bridal.

"Hey there, Clark." she greeted him with a bright smile as if she had just not burst into the barn on horseback and was still a little out of breath. She took a deep breath to compensate and Clark's greeting smile froze even as his blue eyes widened. The rain had soaked her white t-shirt, which plastered itself to her lithe form while at the same time making the thin cotton material virtually transparent. Her strong inhalation and resulting heaving bosom drew Clark's attention south of her face and he was confronted by the fact that he could see the lacey pale pink bra she was wearing and, that her nipples were clear, visible points straining through the lacy material as well as the wet cotton. He had to swallow hard to wet a suddenly dry mouth and throat. Her eyes followed his and she found the cause of his reaction and a blush of embarrassment flowered on her cheeks. Guilt flooded Clark and he quickly averted his eyes, but the image of Lana's lace clad breasts and straining nipples were etched in his minds eye. He reached for his shirt and handed it to her while turning his back to her, all the while thinking: "God, she's beautiful." He turned his back to her half to hide his embarrassment and half to hide the clearly visible bulge in his jeans as his body reacted to the unexpected visual stimuli

Lana dismounted and reached for the red plaid shirt he offered her and it was then that she noticed that he was naked from the waist up with a thin sheen of sweat glistening slightly in the gloomy light of the barn. She noted the ripple of muscles along his back as he held the shirt out to her. She had always found the tall, dark haired, blue eyed farm boy to be physically attractive, but she had never really contemplated his body before. Lana had to stifle a little groan as she felt already erect nipples tighten even further, with something that had absolutely nothing to do with the temperature.

Neither of then noticed the purple glow strengthen and then begin to pulse.

"Thanks, Clark." she told him as took hold of the shirt. As, she did so, her fingers lightly brushed Clark's wrist. There was a purple flash or at least Lana thought there was a flash. "It must have been lightning." she rationalized, although it was strange that she didn't hear any thunder. She stood frozen for a few moments still holding the shirt out at arms length, and then shook her head absently to clear her mind of such stray and inconsequential thoughts. She then found herself focusing on the half dressed young man in front of her.

Clark could have sworn there was a bright purple flash and he turned to locate its source, but froze as his eyes once again fell upon the lithe form of Lana Lang. She made no effort to cover herself with his shirt and there was a glint in her eye that he had never seen before. "Thank you, indeed, Clark." she told him again as her eyes darted down. The object under her inspection twitched in Clark's jeans, which were rapidly becoming uncomfortably tight. She arched an eyebrow at him and deliberately dropped the shirt to the floor. Clark couldn't take his eyes off of her as she slowly and deliberately sauntered toward him. The sway of her hips had a hypnotic, mesmerizing effect on him and he had no idea of the passage of time, suddenly the girl of his dreams was standing less than an inch from him. Petite, feminine, but strong hands ran upwards along his ribs, up over his chest. Her nails drew little trails of goose bumps, and as one flicked his nipple, an electric surge of sensation. Clark felt her shudder slightly and he had to exhale heavily as his mind tried to process the situation, but before he could make any progress Lana's hands snaked around his neck. She shifted onto the tips of her toes and applied pressure by letting her weight down again and locking her fingers. Clark's head lowered to hers without any resistance and their lips met.

Lana felt her body heat as her eyes traced Clark's well-muscled body. She felt herself flush as he turned and looked at her. The obvious bulge in his jeans told her exactly what he thought of what he was seeing. She took his reaction as a compliment and thanked him for it. She saw the awe in his eyes and dropped the shirt he had just handed her to give him an unobstructed view. She wanted to touch him and she didn't think he would object. She loved the way his gaze washed over her as his eyes followed the sway of her hips as she moved towards him. There was a soft buzz at the back of her mind, whispering that this was strange, impossible, yet it wasn't. Then, even the buzzing was gone as her hands reached out and first explored his ribs and then moved on to his muscular chest. The desire to touch became an aching to taste as little shudders of feedback sensation ran through her body. Her hands snaked up around his neck. She had to shift her weight onto the tips of her toes to lock her fingers and then she let her weight fall back. Her actions merely a guide as his head lowered willingly to hers and their lips met.

The first taste of Lana Lang made any of the dreams that Clark had, had, pale in comparison. Her lips were incredibly soft, but firm under his and when they parted his tongue followed the groan that escaped his throat into the warm, wet heaven of her mouth. Her lips closed again to suck on his extended tongue even as hers fenced delicately with the tip of his. She released the suction on his tongue and then pushed it back into his mouth so that their positions were reversed. Their heads twisted and shifted, sliding their lips along each other in a sensual dance. His arms slipped around her and drew her to him. The wet cotton of her t-shirt was cold against his chest, but he soon felt two heating point as her breast were crushed to him. The pillows of her full, firm breasts were a gentle warmth which surrounded two pin pricks of increasing heat that were her areola and the hard pebbles of her nipples. The difference in their heights began to be a bit of a problem, but Clark solved it. He let his hands slip lower and for a moment just cupped her firm buttocks through her wet jeans, before taking a firm grip and lifting the petite, dark haired young women off her feet. Her legs curled around his waist above his hips and he clasped his crossed forearms under her butt creating a seat for her as they continued to kiss, exploring each other's mouths and lips and teeth in minute detail. Her fingers ran through his hair on random paths, massaging his scalp, adding new points of sensation. He was hard as steel and he could almost swear that the fabric of his boxers and jeans were giving way under the pressure of his expanding manhood. Clark couldn't believe that this was happening. Some part of him screamed that this couldn't be happening, but the feel of her, the taste of her, overwhelmed him and he gave himself completely to the desire he had always felt for Lana. A few steps to their right and forward and he had her pinned against one of the posts that held up the barns hayloft. She grunt-groaned into his mouth at the impact and it was one of the sexiest sounds Clark had ever heard. The contact with the post also dislodged her straw cowboy hat that had maintained it's position on head precariously up until that point and it tumbles to the ground.

The purple glow intensified in the recesses of the barn, but neither noticed or cared.

She sucked on his tongue hungrily, playfully. She heard him groan deep in his throat and felt an intense feeling of satisfaction. She felt strangely at ease with her actions although they were definitely out of character for her. She had never kissed anyone with this kind of raw passion and a certainty made itself known in her mind that she would not be stopping at mere kissing. His lips were firm against hers and they slid easily as their heads tilted and shifted as she took the initiative and worked her tongue into his mouth. His hands cupped her ass with welcome pressure on the firm muscles. Lana could not believe how strong Clark was as he effortlessly swept her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around him as his arms formed a cradle under her ass. She could feel him hard and pulsing against her trim belly, even through the layers of clothing they wore. Her body's reaction was a burst of heat and moisture that contrasted and complimented the wet state of her own jeans. He moved and she found her pinned up against one of the posts that held up the barn's hayloft. She grunted into his mouth at the sudden impact, the slight pain only adding to the intensity of the moment. Their tongues continued to tango, twisting and snaking together in the ballroom of their open mouths to the music of their strongly beating hearts. Her hips ground against the pulsing, hot, rod of steel that was his penis as it was trapped between them and he humped back in response. She was wearing too many clothes. The damp fabric of her t-shirt and bra chafed her sensitive breasts and erect nipples, feeling more like sand paper than the cotton and lace they were. She broke their torrid kiss and with, her legs locked behind his back and her butt pinned to the post, she was able to free her hands from around Clark's neck. She reached down, crossed her arms, and grasped the edge of her sodden t-shirt She whipped it up over her head, but hadn't quite completed the movement when she felt Clark's lips on the newly exposed flesh of her chest. Her motion slowed just as the t-shirt cleared her head and was still tangled around her arms and she arched her back pressing herself into his hungry lips. The "O" of suction from his lips on her skin seemed to tug at the very nerves below her skin, dimpling it with goose bumps, only to have it smoothed once more by his hot tongue as he lapped up the moisture that had gathered there. She tried to continue the motion of taking off her t-shirt, but was forced to pause again as his lips sucked on the flesh on either side of her cleavage before his tongue flicked out and worked it's way into the cleft. She shuddered at the unexpected and hither to un-experienced sensation. The t-shirt finally slipped from her fingers as his tongue drew a wet slippery trail up her chest, dipped into the hollow at the base of her throat and then his lips found hers once more. Her eyes fluttered closed.

She was feather light in his arms, but the grinding motion of her hips weakened his knees. Heat seemed to radiate from her and his erection strained at the confines of his jeans as if to reach it's source. His hips humped into hers trying to accomplish the same result. Her lips were sweet and he couldn't decide if it was some kind of lip gloss or just Lana, but he couldn't get enough of it. The scent of vanilla soup and lavender, by which he could tell where Lana was or ,for that matter, had been surrounded him. Engulfed him, but it mingled with something new. Something, that tantalized and promised. Something, that spoke directly to the animal part of his brain. Something that simply said "Sex. Need. Desire.". When she broke their kiss he inhaled deeply. His eyes devoured her as she reached down and lifted her t-shirt up over her head. Her creamy skin drew his lips like a moth to a flame. He loved the way the texture changed under his lips and the slightly salty taste of the water that had gathered there from her ride in the rain. He found the top of her cleavage and sucked a little harder before dipping his tongue into the sweet tasting cleft. He felt her shudder and her breath hitched as he ran his tongue along the sensitive flesh on the inside of her cleavage. He felt her pause at each of his actions and his lips grinned as they skimmed their way back up her quickly heating skin to finally recapture her lips. They groaned into each other's mouths as primal hunger drove them on. He wanted to be inside her, more deeply and intimately than was allowed by his tongue as it writhed with hers in the warm, wet haven of her mouth. He felt her fingers winding through his hair, guiding his lips. She continued to grind against him and he thrust back harder, pinning her even more firmly to the wooden post behind her. She groaned into his throat and her hands found their way from his hair to between them. Her nails dug into the front of his shoulders and her palms pressed against the to p of his chest. Ten fiery points of sensation grew stronger as she pushed against him and slowly, the message, that she wanted him to back up filtered through to his lust fogged brain. Still, it took moments for the message to comply with the petite women's requests to reach his muscles and he finally eased up and his lips left hers. He watched the dark haired girl of his dreams pant heavily as she tried to catch her breath. His hips continued to move without any conscious thought on his part, in a slow grinding roll, that she counter-pointed and matched. Their motions, although slowed were even more intense as denim dragged against denim stimulating the sensitive flesh beneath. He could hear the trip hammer beat of her heart as an undertone to the slowing rasp of her breath. This was a Lana he had never, even in his wildest of wild dreams, thought he would ever see. She was flushed. Hazel eyes blazed and twinkled. Her dark hair was in sexy disarray. Stray strands were plastered to the skin of her forehead, cheek and shoulders whether by the rain of the sweat of their exertion, he could not tell. A little bead of sweat slid slowly from the hollow at the base of her throat, downwards to the swell of her breasts, drawing his eyes from her angelic face. He followed the droplet of liquid as it petered out on the upper slope of her creamy, pale, lace-clad breasts. The outlined, upturned tips of her areola and nipples called to him and he had to wet suddenly dry lips. They shifted with her heavy breathing and Clark almost convinced himself that they were taunting him. Teasing him.

She was on fire and, she was loving it. Sensations sparked and skittered across her skin as Clark's tongue tangled with hers. The texture of his hair felt exquisite against and around her fingers. Her desire to continue to kiss began to war with her lungs need for air. She just couldn't seem to pull enough air through her nose, as if their animal musk that was thick in her nostrils was somehow diluting the oxygen in the air. He pressed harder against her, their hips moving in a syncopated rhythm and she groaned at the added pressure. She moved her hands between them, placing one on each of his shoulders. Her fingernails tested his skin as her need for air became more urgent and she dug her nails into his firm shoulder muscles and pressed her palms into his hard, chiseled chest. Her eyes opened in time to see some inkling of understanding in his sky blue eyes, but it still took a few moments for his lips to ease back from hers and the pressure from his hips to ease. Her ass settled once more onto the cradle of his fore arms, but she kept her hips glued to his. Their movements lost their immediacy, but the slow measured pace they now set up felt even more intense, more intimate. She looked and Clark and any doubt about where this was going to lead was washed from her mind. "Clark, I think I need to get out of the rest of these wet clothes before I... I catch cold. Why don't you help me?" she told him in a voice, so sultry she could barely believe it issued from her lips. She unlocked her legs and lowered them to the ground. She came up a little short as Clark made no attempt to release her. "Clark?" she enquired with a questioning tilt to her head and the beginnings of a pout on her kiss-swollen lips.

Clark heard the words come from her lips. He knew he heard the words coming from her mouth. He also knew what she meant. Her tone made it very, very clear what she meant. His brain was just able to process any of this information to the extent that his body could react any further than his cock getting, which he thought impossible, even harder. It was the vaguest hint of displeasure in her angelic features that finally drew him into action. He released a breath he didn't know he was holding and unlocked his arms allowing the petite beauty's lithe body to slide along his until her feet settled to the ground and he took a quarter step back.. He looked down at her and she looked back up at him through lowered lashes. "Take my clothes off, Clark... Please?" she told and entreated him, looking, to his eyes, way too coy to have just said what she did. He didn't answer with words, but with actions. His hands reached out and gently cupped the bottoms and sides of her firm, full breasts. He could feel the pattern of the damp lace of the bra she wore against his palm and fingers. The pattern and the firm flesh it encompassed shifted as she drew a deep breath. He swiped his thumbs across the front of the lace-clad globes moving the digits from the outside towards her cleavage. His thumbs encountered the ridges caused by the hard pebble her engorged nipples and they shifted and distended slightly, moving with his thumb's passage. His eyes traced his own movements as if to verify the reality of what he was feeling and he only heard the hiss of pleasure that escape her lips as the sensitive nubs settle back to it's previous positions. His goal had been to slip his thumbs under the thin strip of material that held the cups of her brassier together in order to free her breasts, to his hungry, eager gaze by drawing the undergarment up before making an attempt at working the clasp behind her back. At, the incredibly sexy gasp she made, he revised the plan slightly and his thumbs retraced their path testing the give and flexibility of her hard nipples as they strained against her brassiere's lacy cups. He also let his fingers slide back and forth along the soft patterned material, applying light pressure on the skin below. Her breasts pushed into his hands with jerky thrusts as she drew a shuddering breath that was shortly exhaled with a satisfied half-purr, half-sigh with an undertone of groan. He could swear he felt her flesh heat markedly under his touch. His eyes, still fascinated, were busy as they visually linked and correlated the tactile information from his hands and he only had her audio cues to base his actions on. He flicked the hard nubs a few more times before returning to his original plan. His left thumb worked it's way under the centre strip of her bra and he began to move the undergarment upwards. It was not to be. She inhaled heavily, her breast swelling into his hands and his fingers flexed in reaction. There was a quick, harsh in the silence of the barn, tearing sound. He had torn it, unable to control the strength of his reaction. His hands moved away from her breasts slightly and Clark's eyes widened as the cups of Lana's bra simply fell away to either side. His eyes finally moved to hers. She met his gaze boldly and with, a negligent shrug, she let the remains of her ruined bra fall to the floor.

She felt him release a pent up breath and Clark released her and her feet settled gently to the ground. The friction of her body sliding down his brought a slight tingle to her skin. He moved back a little and she immediately felt the loss of his nearness. She looked up at him through her long, curled lashes. Her eyes met his and she suddenly wanted more than just the caress of his gaze. "Take my clothes off, Clark." she told him and after a pause she entreated: "Please?" trying to convey her need with a single word. He didn't answer her with words, but with his hands. His hands gently cupped the outer side and bottom of her breasts. His skin transferred delicious heat through the thin damp lace of her bra and into her own. He applied gentle pressure and she could feel the pattern of the lace pressing into the firm globes of her breasts. She inhaled deeply pressing her full bosom even more snugly into his large hands increasing the heat. Her flesh beneath his hands felt like it was on fire, but her nipples reacted as if they had been touched by ice. She watched his eyes. They were intense blue orbs that seemed almost mesmerized as they followed the movement of his own hands in near disbelief. She could relate. She'd let Whitney feel her up over her sweater before, but this was new to her and she couldn't believe how good it felt nor the fact that she was feeling as if it still wasn't enough. She wanted, no, needed his flesh against hers. His thumbs moved and her mind flooded with white light as they brushed across the hard peeks of her nipples and she gasped. She felt her heart flutter and she felt electricity whiplash through her system as the hard nubs first shifted with his thumbs movement, then resisted, distending and finally spring back into their original positions. His fingers were caressing the sides of her breasts as his palms kneaded the bottoms and she found it hard to catch her breath. She found herself taking rapid, shallow, jerky breaths that expanded her chest into his flexing hands in erratic ways sending skittering, unexpected sensations rushing through already jangling nerves. His thumbs continued swiping back and forth, flicking the turgid points through the soft patterned lace of her bra. Her eyes closed to slits reducing her view of the barn to a blurrey haze so that she could better concentrate on the pure tactile sensation of his touch. There were sounds slipping from her lips. Descriptive sounds. Oral communication without words, feelings transformed to pure sound. She felt her most intimate flesh blossom and swell as the heat traveled lower and settled in a stomach along with a sweet building tension. His thumbs did not make another return journey and she opened her eyes again as one of them slid under the centre-piece of her bra. The cups constricted and she bit her lower lip for a split second before deliberately taking the deepest breath she could. She felt the material hold for a moment, his hands flexed as her breasts filled them and a sharp tearing sound filled the air. The corners of her mouth twitched into a smile partly at her successful maneuver and partly at the release and freedom from the constricting undergarment. His hands slid away from her breasts and she was amused by the shocked look on his face. She looked at him boldly and with a negligent shrug of her shoulders the remains of her now ruined bra slid to the floor. The air felt cold against her heated flesh and she wanted his touch to warm away the chill. She wanted him. She wanted this and his finger remained frozen, just inches away and she did the only thing she could. She stepped forward settling herself firmly into his hands. The shock in his eyes sparked for a moment and then his lids lowered and his hands closed more firmly over her creamy breasts.

Clark's mind was blown. This, was an impossibility. He had just ripped Lana's bra and not only was she smiling, there was a glint in her eye that told him she wouldn't be adverse to him ripping other things either. She was also nude from the waist up. He felt himself salivate and then she destroyed the last shred of doubt and resistance he had as she stepped forward pressing her breasts into his hands once more, this time with nothing between their flesh. He felt his eyelids lower and his hands closed more firmly over the firm flesh. He felt her hands curl up around his neck and he lowered his head as her elven face turned up and their lips met in the gentlest of kisses. He nibbled on her lower lip and he could feel her hot breath, irregular against his face as his hands, after a quick squeeze of her full breasts slid along her satin-smooth skin. He could feel the slight bumps that were her ribs against his palm. His fingers slid along her sides while his fingertips tested and massaged their way downwards to her lower back and the swell of her curvaceous hips. He felt her lips suck on his lower lip as their mouths changed positioned and he had to draw in a lungful of air at the sensory assault. Her scent was all around him. Little mewls of sound breathed from her busy mouth. Her beauty filled his eyes when he managed to keep them open. Her taste was sweet on his lips. Her skin and the muscles underneath reacted to his touch, creating a continuous feedback loop. Clarke had in the past cursed his enhanced senses. Not today. Every sense was alive with Lana Lang. His thumbs tested the taut muscles of her abdomen and they tensed and relaxed in unconscious response and he could feel her quiver. He could feel his heart pounding, not so much in his chest, but in the near painful confines of his jeans as each beat drove blood to his still swelling manhood causing it to twitch in time with his heartbeat. He could hear her heartbeat as well, a pitter-pat counterpoint to his. He let one hand work it's way upwards skimming the smooth expanse of her back. It's destination was the nape of her creamy neck and his fingers burrowed into the thick, raven tresses that covered it. With, gentle pressure, he was able to guide her and their playful nibbling and sucking slid into a deep soul kiss as he feasted fully on her lips and unique taste. He felt her fingernails rake along the hard muscles of his back as her arms wrapped around him. The fingers of his other hand finally found the edge of the waistband of her jeans and when she next inhaled they dipped deftly downward. His fingertips just barely slid under the top of her panties when she exhaled, trapping his fingers between the soft firmness of her flesh and the rough denim of her jeans. He couldn't help but let out a little sound of annoyance at being denied so close to his goal, whose heat he could feel radiate towards his questing fingers. Her groan vibrated into his mouth as his hand reversed his position when she inhaled. The groan was transformed to an agreeable murmur as his fingers began to work at her belt buckle. Her fingers drew spidery patterns across his shoulder blades that kind of tickled and sparked at the same time. Her belt conceded without much of a fight, but the top button was a much tougher opponent. Clark reluctantly broke their kiss to look down, but it didn't do much for his concentration as Lana's sweet lips were now free to taste and tantalize the skin of his neck and throat, and in the end became a casualty to Clark's need. The button popped making a metallic ping as it hit something as shot away into the barn. He watched as her eyes lowered to look at where he held onto her jeans, now sans its top button and then up to look at him again. With, an impudent grin, she winked at him. It was as if she flipped some as yet undiscovered switch in him. A growl rumbled deep in his throat as he tightened his grip and with a yank the remaining buttons of her jeans joined their fallen leader as he ripped open the front of her jeans with ease.

The first feel of another person's hands on the naked flesh of her breasts captivated Lana. The slight pressure, the gentle heat, the light scrape of calluses all registered at once. Each sensation wound the spring inside her just a little tighter making her more aware of the growing tension inside her. The pressure increased as he held the globes of her breasts more firmly. She deliberately inhaled to more firmly press them into his welcome caress. She snaked her hands upward, hardly brushing his skin before curling them around his neck. She tilted her face upwards and his lips descended to meet hers. He sucked and nibbled on her lower lip making her breathing grow irregular as his hands, after a delectably stimulating squeeze of her breasts began to move downwards along her sides. The sensations of his hands as they moved on her body were now multiplied as they stimulated new nerve endings before the echo of their passage had died from others. Her muscles tensed and relaxed beyond her control. Reacting by animal instinct, her mind a fog of sensation, and yes, she could say it now: Lust, she shifted and twisted her lips so that she was now sucking on his lower lip. Tasting him. Testing the skin with her teeth. She felt one of his hands run slowly up the length of her back that caused her eyes to widen with surprise and her loins to heat and flood with animal desire. His fingers drew strange and mystic patterns along her spine lighting little electric fires in their wake. His hand found her neck and began to draw her face to his. Some mischievous part of her made her resist his for just a second, but just a second and then their lips met again. She nipped playfully when he did, but she wanted more, but she didn't need to ask as he guided her to a deeper kiss. She drew in as deep a breath as she could through her nose, not wanting to relinquish the taste of Clark's lips and tongue. As, her abdomen contracted, she felt his other hand snake it's way into her pants and a rush of excitement and expectation flooded her body with nervous energy. This was uncharted territory for her and instead of fear or anxiety all she felt was want. She wanted this and more. She wanted all of it and she wanted it from Clark and she wanted it now. She wanted to scream in frustration when his hand became wedged between her flesh and her jeans as she exhaled. She did issue a silent, low growl deep in her throat when his hand reversed it's path, but it modified into a kittenish purr as his hand, once free, quickly went to work on her belt. The clink of her belt buckle as he undid was strangely loud in the silence of the barn. His fingers were struggling to free her top button and he broke their kiss to use his eyes to see what he was doing. She took the opportunity to taste the sweat-salty skin of his neck and throat. She felt his fingers tugging and struggling to unfasten her top button and then with a sudden pop her jeans loosened and she heard a metallic ping as the button hit some thing in the barn. The fact that he had just ripped another piece of her clothing should have worried her, but instead it only added to the animal attraction she was already feeling to Clark. She lowered her eyes slowly looking at him coyly through her long, curved lashes before she let her gaze settle on where his hand still held the top of her jeans, frozen by the unwitting consequences of his actions. She raised her eyes back to meet his and then slowly and deliberately winked at him. She saw the fire in his eyes blaze. Felt his knuckles graze the skin just below her navel as he took hold of her jeans. She saw his jaw clench for just a second and then the rest of the buttons on her jeans were launched off into the barn as with a swift tug he tore open her jeans. She was whipped forward into his chest with the impetus of his yank. She put her hands on his bare chest and tested the firm muscles with her nails for just a moment before pushing herself away and taking a step backwards. She licked suddenly dry lips at the look he gave her. He looked as if he could devour her whole. She took another step backward until her back came up against the post he had pinned her against earlier. "Clark. I really like these panties." she said leaning against the post while she tapped the top of the front of her light blue lace panties. She felt a secret little thrill as she watched Clark's adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed and his eyes followed the movement of he finger. For, just a moment, she wondered what it would be like to have Clark tear off her underwear, but she managed to resist the temptation to find out when she took into consideration the fact that they could both be naked faster if they each attended to their own clothes. She deliberately toyed with the tiny bow at the centre of the waistband before continuing: "They're one of my favourite pairs, so... here's what I propose. I take them off myself while you get out of those and whatever you might have underneath, " she gestured to his pants, " and then we put all this nice soft hay to good use. I understand it's quite good to roll in. What do you say?" she asked with a lopsided smile and a seductive bat of her eyelids. She could actually see the words seep into his consciousness. If he had looked hungry before the expression on his face became positively feral. The intensity of his sky blue eyes seemed to travel straight through her and she felt as if the little clothing she wore wasn't there as he seemed to see directly into her naked soul. The tight spiral just below her belly tightened another notch upping the tingling sensation inside her. She was certain now that the only thing that could relieve that tension was currently bulging the front of Clark's jeans. "And, my. What a bulge that is." she thought to herself. She didn't wait for him to answer. His hand on his belt buckle was answer enough. Using the post to brace herself she set to the task of removing her boots before she went for her remaining clothes. She watched as Clark realized hers was the most logical course of action and sat down on a nearby bale of hay to tackle his work boots, She had a good head start on him being able to simply yank off her boots while he had to deal with laces. It didn't help that he didn't take his eyes off her for a second. She turned her back to him, bent slightly forward, and looking over her shoulder at him before she shimmied her jeans off her ass and thighs releasing them to drop down to her ankles. She deliberately bent even more to steady herself with a hand on the post as she stepped out of them. He never saw the sweetly evil smile that slid across her lips at his sharp intake of breath. "God, this was exhilarating." she thought. Unconsciously she brushed the tips of the fingers of her free hand across the crotch of her panties. Her fingers came away wet. Her panties weren't just damp they were soaked and she suddenly became very aware of the strong aroma of her arousal. She could wait no longer. Without, ceremony she pushed her panties down off her hips. She pivoted as they slid past her knees and she was moving forward as she stepped out of them to find Clark with his pants and boxers around his thighs and the object of her need and the tool her satiation bobbing erect and rampant in the silent air of the barn.

Clark was having a hard time, mentally and physically. His mind kept telling him what his eyes were seeing and his ears were hearing could not possibly be true. Yet, he could still taste her on his lips. The smoothness of her still clung to the nerves of his fingertips. The tips of the fingers that had just ripped opened Lana Lang's jeans and had she not pushed away from him they would have done so much more. She stepped away from him and he drank in her every movement. He wanted to follow. Feel her flesh against his once more. Who was he kidding. He want to feel his flesh inside hers. She forestalled him with a proposition the words of which registered slowly through a haze of need and lust as his eyes were drawn to and followed the movement of her finger as it toyed with a small bow at the centre of her panty's waistband. He might have been unsure of the exact words, but her meaning was all to clear and she was in no way kidding. To his heightened senses the barn was flooded with the spicy / sweet aroma of her arousal. He wanted to fuck Lana. This is what made his mind rebel the most. This was Lana. Lana. He should be wanting to make love to her, but he wanted to fuck. To take her. To satiate his need. Fire seemed to be coursing through his veins. His penis throbbed hard and insistent in his jeans. He needed to free it to imprison it inside the half naked vision that stood before him. His hands went to his belt buckle of it's own accord in acceptance of her proposal that they each stripped off their own clothes. He couldn't take his eyes off of her even if she wasn't making the most erotic show in the world of removing her boots and then the rest of her clothes. Seeing her take off her boots managed to spark the last vestiges of rational thought in him and he realized in order to actually get his pants off he would have to deal with this boots first. He shuffles backwards and sat down on a nearby bale of hay and began to tackle his bootlaces. It was hard trying to keep his eyes on the beautiful, lithe body in front of him and the task at hand. The frustration of not being able to get his boots off finally won out and he lowered his eyes and accomplished the task. He kicked off his boots as he freed them and then dragged his socks off too. He raised his ass to start sliding off his pants and boxers when he looked up. His hands tried to continue their task while his mind stalled. He barely registered the relief of finally freeing his near painfully hard erection as he watched a completely nude Lana stalk over towards him. And, the term was most definitely, stalk. The look in her eyes was predatory. He could almost equate the sway of her hips to the lashing tail of some tawny jungle cat. The light that filtered into the barn dappled her skin adding to the effect. His hands froze with his pants and boxers only halfway down his thighs. Christ. He could smell her. Not her perfume or the light fragrances by which he could always identify her. He could smell her, her very core and it made his mouth water and his sex twitch. He wanted to rise. He wanted to take her. He wanted to bury himself in the source of the powerful scent. He hardly wanted to exhale because it meant, for however short a time, he would have to stop drawing in the heavenly scent. His eyes drank in and memorized the smallest detail. The subtle shift of muscles below smooth skin. The gentle bounce of her hair and full, firm breasts slowed down impossibly. His mouth was too dry to form the words his mind was desperately trying to formulate to give praise to this creature he beheld. Then, she was there. Almost as if by magic, the distance between them was no more. She reached forward and placed the fingertips of her right hand lightly on the centre of his chest. The pressure she applied was minimal, but her eyes held a blaze of command that Clark could not deny. He lay back on the bale of hay feeling stray pinpricks of straw along his back. He watched as she licked her lips. His hands twitched with the need to touch the vision before him. Clark definitely felt that he would have used his x-ray vision a bit more liberally had he truly known what Lana looked like under her clothes. He watched as her smile widened. He held his breath as she reached forward. His cock hardened even more in anticipation of her touch, but instead her hand dropped well before it reached his engorged member and he let out a groan of disappointment. Her smile turned into an impish grin as she grabbed the top of his jeans and pulled then down over his knees. Her hand grazed his thigh as she did and the sensation arched along his nerves like an electric spark and his back lifted off the bale momentarily, half in unconscious response to her touch and half with the desire to take her in his hands, to hold her, take her. But, he settled back as she lifted a sleek, graceful leg and planted her foot square on his jeans, between his legs and pushed his pants down to the floor. He was mesmerized by her every move. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his sex bobbed to the same rhythm as his eyes roamed over her lithe body. Her hand moved to her hip and she cocked her head to the side in a pose of questioning impatience. For, just a moment, the image conjured up a memory of Lana as a young girl, waiting for one of the boys she had permanently wrapped around her finger, to get her an apple from a nearby tree. The image of youthful innocence and the vision of the women he wanted to... fuck, if he was honest with himself, merged and caused the lust and his sex to swell. He yanked his feet free of his jeans and finally he was as nude as she was. He could feel the heat radiating off her in the still air of the barn. She kicked his jeans to the side and he watched as the movement translated in the slight pendulous, side-to-side quiver of her perky breasts. He had to wet his dry lips, at least it gave him something to do with the extra saliva in his mouth, but there were other things he'd rather be licking. She took a small step forward shifting and opening her legs so that she straddled his. He caught the merest hint of glistening pink as he felt the smoothness of her inner thigh against the skin of his outer ones. It was more than he could take. The will to control his need evaporated under the onslaught of her femininity. He growled as his hands found their way onto her hips. He pulled her forward, while bringing himself to a seated position. The feel of her smooth skin sliding along his outer thighs was an exquisite torture. His hands shifted from her hips to the firm globes of her ass and he squeezed as he moved her lightly haired mons snuggly against his rampant erection. With, him seated and her standing they were face to face and he forcefully captured her lips. She took his face in her hands as their lips tangoed and their tongues did the salsa. Clark could feel her wetness leaking onto his balls and he desperately wanted to explore it's source.

Lana felt the rational part of her sliding further and further away as he eyes became glued to Clark's bobbing member. His gaze felt like a physical caress as it swept over her body, heating the flesh as it went along. The huntress was alive in her, coursing through her veins. She saw her prey and now she stalked it. It was the huntress that whispered in her ear that he hadn't quite gotten his pants off and that it might hinder her at some point. She would deal with it first, then... She was right in front of him and she watched his hands twitch with the desire to touch her. It made her feel powerful and she wanted to exert that power. She extended her arm planting her fingers squarely on his chest and pushed. Clarke was a lot of farm boy and she knew if he hadn't wanted to, the slight pressure she applied, would never have moved him, but he moved backwards and lay down on the bale he had been sitting on. She looked at his penis, standing upright and proud and she licked suddenly dry lips which slid into a smile of their own volition. The tension inside her tightened another notch and now was joined by a tingling itch that pulsed with the butterfly beat of her heart. Looking at the length of him told her what she needed to scratch that itch and relieve that tension. She reached for it and she could see the anticipation written on his face and his sex strained to even greater heights. His groan of disappointment was torment and music to her ears and her she felt her smile turn impish. She grabbed the top of his jeans and bowers and pulled them down over his knees. Her fingers brushed the top of his thighs and she saw him stiffen and rise just a little off the bale. His reaction satisfied some deep hidden part of her. She lifted her foot, placed it between his legs and stood on his jeans and underwear, pushing then to the ground. The intensity of his gaze was caressing her again and she felt a little internal shudder travel along the length of her spine. She swore she felt herself flood at that point as juices rushed to her sex. She wanted him inside her and she showed her impatience by planting her fist at her hip and cocking her head to the side. She had done all she could to remove the last of his clothes, he had to do the rest. She watched as this realization dawned on him and he yanked his feet from his jeans and boxers that he kept trapped to the floor. She kicked the garments to the side and she watched as his eyes traced the subtle movement of her breasts made in reaction. His desire was more than apparent and she knew it was a match for hers. She moved forward straddling his thighs, the hair ticking the soft, smoothness of her inner thigh translating into upward ripples of sensation. She saw it in his eyes, a moment before he began to move, she had pushed him beyond the point of control and she felt herself shift from powerful to powerless as his hands grasped her hips and dragged her toward him as he sat up. He pulled her toward him along the tops of his thighs creating delicious friction. His hand shifted and cupped the globes of her ass. She could feel his hand prints burn into the smooth flesh. He squeezed as he brought her hard and snug against the fullness of his erection. It felt like a bar of molten metal against her and the heat seemed to transfer into her making her boil inside. She was wet beyond the capacity for her sex to contain and she felt herself drip onto him. His lips crashed into hers. His tongue did not ask entrance, but demanded it and she opened her mouth willingly. His kiss was rough and hungry and she welcomed it. He hands slid to his face so that she had the added stimuli of feeling their kiss through her hands as well. He squeezed and lifted her buttocks, grinding her against him and she moaned into his mouth. Then things degenerated into a flurry of movements to which her only reaction was to wrap her arms around Clark's strong neck and hold on.

He squeezed her ass, testing it's resilience and at the same time grinding her against his sex. His crotch was soaked with her juices along with his own. He felt it dribbling from him giving just the slightest relief to the feeling of over fullness he felt, but at the same time letting him know exactly how wonderful true relief would be and he knew where that relief lie. Need destroyed reason and he acted. He relinquished his hold on the smooth cheeks of her buttocks and took hold of waist. He shifted and planted his feet and stood up lifting her with him. He felt her arms go around his neck. She needn't have bothered, she was light as a feather in his grasp. Four, maybe five strides brought her back up against the post they had been against earlier. She rested her hands on his shoulders. He held her in place and bent his knees. He had to take a deep breath as the head of his dick slid through the soft, damp curls of her pubic hair and then over the wetness of her nether lips. The tip of his head slid between the slippery fold as he lowered her slightly. He could feel the moisture and heat of her and he took a deep breath to steady himself. He could feel the firm tips of her erect nipples press into his chest. Their eyes locked and the moment froze. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist and she locked her ankles just below his ass and he relaxed his hold on her waist. Clark straightened his legs slowly as her weight drove her down onto his erection. He felt her hands tighten on his shoulders, for an instant, before they relax He watched as her eyes widened and a short gasp escaped her lips followed by a quick intake of breath as he became fully seated inside her and once again tightened his hold on her waist to support her. Clark had never felt anything like this before. Her flesh wrapped snugly around him and he could feel her heartbeat echo in the gentle pulse of her sex. The friction of his penis sliding into her had been the most amazing thing he had ever felt. He had no frame of reference to explain the sensation. The resistance of her flesh to his had given way a half inch at a time, as the pressure against the top of his head lightened it was transferred to the sides of his sex in a wet, slippery caress. The thought hammered through his mind with the beat of his own heart: "I'm inside Lana Lang. I'm inside Lana Lang. I'm inside Lana Lang."

She was moving upward and then backward. She could feel the hard, heat of his shaft pressed firmly between them. Her back came up against the post they had made out against earlier. His hands at her waist kept her in place as he lowered himself by bending his knees. The hard shaft of his sex slid down through her pubic hair and she felt him leave behind a slick trail of pre-cum. Then, the head of his cock slid in between the slick and open outer folds of her vagina. She could feel the tip of him resting at her entrance, sliding in ever so slightly as he let some of her weight rest on it. She felt him take a deep breath, pressing his chest into her breasts for a fleeting moments as she in contrast found herself taking rapid shallow breaths. The moment was now. She wanted him inside her, but she was unprepared for the reality of that wish. Their eyes locked and she could see her reflection in his clear blue depths. She let her legs slide around his waist and locked her ankles lightly just below his ass. She felt his hold relax on her waist and for just an instant she reflexively tightened her grip on his shoulders to stop herself from falling, but the spark of pleasure that spiraled it's way up her spine at the feel of him sliding into her unclenched them and she let herself go. Horse riding, gymnastics and the physicality of cheerleading had taken her hymen a long time ago. And the gasp she let out, nor the heavy intake of breath she took after were not from pain, but the newness of the sensations she felt. She also knew her eyes had widened as everything had taken on a glowey kind of quality. He filled her up. Stretching her. She felt her flesh resist and give, resist and give, as gravity took her at the same time as she felt his legs straighten thrusting him slowly into her. She felt herself conform around him and she could feel every inch as he entered her completely and re-established his firm hold on her waist and she locked her ankles more firmly. She could feel him throbbing inside her and each throb echoed the words in her mind. "Clark's inside me. Clark's inside me. Clark's inside me."

He watched as her eyes returned to normal. Her legs had tightened around him as he held her in place luxuriating in the feel of her around him. Lust was sublimated, for the moment, by the storm of new sensations, but the very act of drawing breath gave shuddering hints that there was more and better to follow. Their faces were mere inches apart and he closed the distance to kiss her lightly, gently tasting her lips. He watched as her eyes fluttered closed as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue across her teeth before she opened her mouth to let it play with hers. The lust and the need to move were both growing as he drank her in. Using his legs and hips he slowly pulled back, withdrawing from her. Her inner muscles released him reluctantly and her eyes opened as he moved until only the head of him was still inside her. He held her there for a moment and then he straightened and bucked forward at the same time. She let out a hiss of pleasure right next to his ear as she through her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. He felt her bare down at the height of his thrust driving him even deeper. He felt her teeth test the skin of his shoulder and it rekindled the animal in him. His lips found the pulse at her neck and sucked hungrily as he repeated his previous maneuver again and again. His strokes were not as long as the first one, but they steadily picked up in speed. The tightness of her created delicious friction along the length of him, but the molten moisture of her made his thrust smooth and easy. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure up his spine that were joined by the heated scrape of her nipples against his chest, the sweet taste of her flesh under his lips and the wet circling of her tongue as she laved the flesh her teeth had tested. He felt her thighs flex and release as she used her ankles, locked under his ass, to aid him. Her sex clutched at him for the moments he held the apex of his thrust creating a glorious instant where it seemed she would not let him go and he would remain buried in her molten depths forever. He loved the sounds that were tumbling out of her lips and they drove him to control himself as he felt his balls begin to tighten.

He leaned forward and kissed her, lightly, gently and it was perfect. She let her eyes flutter closed as he deepened the kiss. His tongue swept over her teeth, as well as, grazing the top of her lower lip and she parted her lips in response. His tongue slipped into her mouth to playfully massage hers. Lana was floating. She had done it. They had done it. They were dong it. She felt him shift, pulling out of her and she experienced an immediate sense of loss, but when he stopped with only his head still inside her it became a sense of anticipation. He thrust into her again, faster this time. She tightened her ankles and bore down as he reached the height of his thrust and felt him go just that little deeper. She let out a hiss of pleasure as he explored her depths. The sensation of having her very core touched radiated through her belly in ripples of pleasure that continued through her body. The feeling of having a spring wound inside her, tighter and tighter, was constant now. She wrapped her arms around him and she rested her head on his shoulder as he thrust again. His strokes were not as long and she didn't get that feeling of loss just the anticipation of his return. They moved in unison as she used her thighs and locked ankles to thrust down and her inner muscles clenched, hungrily trying to draw him in even deeper. She didn't know how, but she had the flesh of the muscle at his shoulder between her teeth and she tested it, tasting the salt of their exertion. His thrusts grew harder and faster in response. Each thrust seemed to stoke the furnace inside her and in turn it wound the spring tighter adding to the titillating tension inside her. His lips found her neck and she could feel him suck on her pulse and it felt as if that point and her core were connected. Her breasts were flattened against his chest and her hard nipples scraped along it as they moved adding two more lines of electric sensation into her nervous system that seemed to be fully alive for the first time. She could hear sounds, animal, raw and full of passion, gasps, moans, mewls, half panted words interspersed with the heavy, but steady sound of Clark's breathing. Recognizing the one sound as Clark's made her realized the others were coming from her own mouth. Her hands were running through his hair, guiding his lips to the other side of her neck via the top of her chest. She through her head back as his tongue swiped the hollow at the base of her throat. Her back arched and her hips began to roll as he buried himself deep inside her again and again. She reached upwards and backwards and her hands found the y-junction near the top of the post. She gripped them and her back arched even further as she through her head back. She was stretched in a taut bow and it changed something in the angle of their connection. He seemed to touch new parts of her depths and she felt herself flood. The spring tightened one more notch and then lay quivering with pent up energy. It would not survive another turn.

Clark was at war. He wanted this to last forever, but his body was working hard to bring it to an end. He could run the length of America without getting winded, but he was breathing heavy as he continued to thrust again and again. Each time his admonishments that he should go slower or shallower were ignored as he tried to become one with the women he loved from a far for so long. Her hands ran through his hair, guiding hungry lips to new skin for him to feast on. He tasted the salty tang of her sweat as he ran his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat. Her back arched pressing her firm belly tighter against him and at the height of his next thrust her hips rolled gyrating her against and around him. His thrusts became harder, faster deeper and she accommodated his every move. The sensation of fullness grew within him, almost painfully so as he seemed to become more and more sensitive. He felt her shift. A quick glance upward told him that she had stretched her arms up above her head and had grabbed hold of the y-junction near the top of the post. He felt her back arch even further as she through her head back pressing her skin into his lips. Her shift seemed to change their connection somehow. There seemed to be more resistance and greater friction even though it felt as if she was even wetter and Clark felt himself reach a point of no return. The act of holding back any longer was not painful it was torturous. He clutched at her slim waist and almost slammed her down as his legs straightened driving him upward. He heard her gasp as he buried himself deeper than he ever did before and held himself there. She didn't clutch at him this time, she clamped down, squeezing and drawing him in at the same time. His hips humped, trying to get even deeper and he through his head back and bellowed his release as she cried out and he erupted inside her..

She felt his grasp tighten on her waist an instant before she was slammed downwards onto his next thrust. She managed to shift her hands so she could push downwards with a gasp. It was too much. The slow winding of the coil inside her core came undone in an instant unleashing it's pent up energy through her body in arching bolts of pleasure. She felt herself clamp down around him, able to feel every detail of him, even as she tried to draw him in deeper. She felt him hump trying to achieve the same goal before all thought was obliterated by the rippling, hot, wet blast of her climax and she cried out.

The purple light, that had flooded the barn, gave one last mighty flare and then vanished.

Clark blinked. "What the...?" he thought. He turned and Lana was still reaching for the shirt he had offered her. "Lana?" he called her name questioningly and it seemed to break the spell. "Clark." she answered in a rather strained voice snatching the shirt from him and holding it in front of her. He could see the confusion in her eyes. Clark's mind was working at a mile a minute. They'd just... But, obviously they hadn't. They couldn't have. Yet, he could still taste her, feel her, and, he turned away for a second as she put on his shirt, a quick check told him his boxers were sticky. He turned back, but kept his side to her. She was looking a bit wild eyed and if his experience had been anything to go by he couldn't blame her. The memories were indelibly printed on his brain, down to the last detail.

Lana was in full rationalization mode. "What a vivid day dream." She thought as she slipped on the warm dry shirt Clark had offered her. Vivid was an understatement. She swore she could still taste him and worse yet, feel him, inside her. How? She couldn't make eye contact with him because the memories were still flitting though her mind.

"Thanks. Errrr... I'd better errrrr go." she stammered. "You can't. It's still rain..." he started to reply when he realized that it wasn't. Golden sunlight was streaming into the barn. They both stared at each other for a moment and a decision was reached. Each could see in the other that something had happened, but neither was able to bring themselves to ask the other what. He watched as Lana mounted her horse which had up until that point been peacefully grazing on nearby hay. "I'll just leave your shirt on the porch before I leave." she told him as she placed her hat back on her head. "Sure thing, Lana." he replied. Clark was sorely tempted to use his x-ray vision to check if her panties were light blue and lace, not to mention if everything else he had seen was real, but his better nature won out in the end and he waved her on her way. He might never find out what happened hear today, but he would cherish the memory of it for as long as he lived.

Lana's ride back to the Kent farm was uneventful. The air smelled clean and fresh after the rain shower, but she didn't take too much note. Her horse new the way and needed little in the way of guidance from her. Her mind continued to replay the "daydream" in her head and even she put in the air quotes, not having any other term to use. By, the time she'd reached the stable, unsaddled and rubbed down her horse her thoughts had turned from consideration to speculation: "Clark Kent. Now there was definitely more to that boy than met the eye and maybe, just maybe it was worth her while to find out."

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