My childhood friend, Honjo Hana, was caught in a sudden downpour and fled to my room, soaking wet. Her pale skin peeking out from her sheer blouse, and her sweet body odor mixed with the smell of rain filled the small room. The moment I embraced her to warm her up as she shivered in the cold, my long-hidden love turned to lust. We stripped off our wet clothes, and, tossed about by the heat of our skin pressed together, with the sound of heavy rain playing in the background, we drowned in our first deep intimacy. The boundaries of childhood friends melt away with love juices and semen, in this secret affair on a rainy night.