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After the long, gray winter that seemed to drag on forever, spring finally broke through like a long-awaited lover. People in the city counted down the days, obsessively checking forecasts, willing the temperature to climb. Then one morning the air smelled different: sweet, alive, full of promise. Trees exploded into blossom, meadows turned electric green dotted with wildflowers, bees hummed drunk on pollen, birds sang as if they had forgotten how to be quiet. And the girls? They traded thick tights for short skirts even when a cool breeze still nipped at their thighs, laughing at the goosebumps because the sun on bare skin felt worth every shiver. Julia Jacobs felt it too, deep in her bones. She drove out of the city early that Saturday, windows down, music loud, hair whipping in the wind. She parked near the old meadow she used to visit as a kid, the one where dandelions grew so thick you could barely see the grass. She kicked off her sandals, let the soft earth press between her toes, and wandered into the sea of yellow. Laughing like she was ten again, she picked a fat dandelion clock and blew the seeds into the air, watching them drift and dance on the breeze. The simple joy of it made her feel light, reckless. She had worn the tiniest pleated skirt she owned, pale denim blue, the kind that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs when she stood straight. Underneath? Nothing. No panties, no bra, just the thin cotton of a cropped white tank top that clung to her breasts and showed the faint outline of her nipples when the wind picked up. She told herself it was for the freedom, the feel of air against every secret place, but deep down she knew it was for him too. Her boyfriend, Mark, spread the big checkered blanket under an old oak while she twirled through the flowers, skirt flaring up just enough to flash smooth skin and the shadowed curve between her legs. He watched her with that slow, hungry smile he got when he realized she was up to something wicked. When she finally flopped down beside him, cheeks flushed from running, he pulled her close, hand sliding up the back of her thigh under the skirt. His fingers froze when they met bare skin instead of lace. %u201CJulia%u2026%u201D His voice dropped low, rough with sudden heat. %u201CYou''re not wearing anything.%u201D She bit her lip, eyes sparkling with mischief. %u201CSurprise.%u201D He groaned, low in his throat, and rolled her onto her back in one smooth motion. The blanket was warm from the sun, the grass tickling her calves. Mark''s mouth found hers, kissing her hard while his hand pushed the skirt higher, exposing her completely to the open air. She was already wet, slick from the thrill of being so exposed all morning, from knowing his eyes had been on her the whole time. His fingers slipped between her folds, slow and teasing, circling her clit until her hips bucked up off the blanket. Around them the meadow buzzed with life: bees, distant laughter from other walkers, the rustle of leaves. No one close enough to see, but the possibility hung in the air like electricity. Julia arched into his touch, whispering against his ear, %u201CDon''t stop. I want to come right here, with the sun on us.%u201D Mark didn''t need convincing. He pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right, thumb pressing firm circles over her swollen clit. She moaned softly, trying to stay quiet, but the sound slipped out anyway. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. When she came it hit her fast and hard, thighs trembling, back bowing off the blanket, a sharp cry swallowed by his kiss. He didn''t pull away. Instead he kept stroking her through the aftershocks, slow and gentle now, letting her ride the waves until she was boneless and glowing. Then he lay beside her, pulling her against his chest, both of them breathing hard under the wide blue sky. Julia smiled lazily, tracing lazy patterns on his shirt. %u201CThink anyone saw?%u201D Mark chuckled, kissing the top of her head. %u201CIf they did, they''re the luckiest bastards alive today.%u201D The spring breeze blew again, carrying the scent of flowers and sex. Julia closed her eyes, perfectly content, already wondering what other risks the warm months would tempt her to take.