She remembers the story of the t-shirt.
From Create Your Own Story
It was the summer before the last year of High School. Ryan's uncle had a lake house out in the country. She would wake up early and go for runs all around the lake before Ryan was even out of bed. Then she'd brew some coffee and make him breakfast. It was only for a week but she pretended like it could've gone on forever. Ryan was her first real boyfriend. They told each other everything, they couldn't go two days without talking to each other. She really did love him. But she wasn't ready to have just one guy in her life. She was only seventeen. So much more to see, to do, to feel. So they both knew that this was the last real summer together. Next summer they'd be getting ready for college, they'd be splitting up. They both had different plans.
Days when she didn't go for a morning run she'd go late in the evening. She liked coming home to Ryan with a hot sweaty body. They'd shower together and he'd wash her. But on one of these evenings she was out running and the weather broke. The wind picked up, and it was lifting the water off the lake. It started raining. It was like a mini tornado was sweeping through the countryside. Kate didn't think anything of it at first but the wind picked up and blew her off the track. She slipped down into a gully and twisted her ankle. She tried to stand up but the pain shot through her leg. She tried again but she couldn't get out. The rain kept pouring thick and fast. Her clothes were soaked.
Ryan was at back in the lakehouse watching some tv, when the signal started to cut out. He looked out the window and noticed the weather had changed. "Oh fuck, Kate.." He threw on his running shoes and started to follow the track around the lake, shouting her name as he ran.
"Kate! Kate! Kate! Fucking fuck! Kate!"
Kate couldn't hear him. The wind was blowing all his shouts right back into his face. But she saw him running past. "Ryan!" He didn't hear her either. But luckily he tripped in same gully she was in and he fell in the mud. She couldn't help but laugh at how stupid he looked. He turned around and saw her laughing at him.
"Oh fuck! Are you okay? What happened?"
She explained how she got blow off the track by the wind, and how she'd twisted her ankle. He lifted her up but as soon as he did, the wind caught them both and blew them back down into the gully. They both lay there laughing their asses off. They were both soaked. Ryan was covered in mud. And then they made eye contact. It was all so stupid. They started kissing, passionately kissing each other, both tongues twisting and twirling. Ryan got into his animalistic way of making love. He let go of all his inhibitions. He pulled all Kate's clothes off. Leaving her naked, her hair soaking wet. "You look perfect. I just have to fuck you now." He slid his cock deep inside her. She came once, twice. He kept thrusting harder and faster. The rain filling up the gully, the wind spinning all around them, he kept thrusting harder and faster. She came a third time. It was the best. She was exhausted. He ended by filling her pussy with his cum.
She would never forget that day. He gave her his soaking wet t-shirt to wear and carried her back to the house. They stayed in bed for the last two days of the holiday. And after it all she only had the t-shirt, a stupid ac/dc t-shirt.
Kate's trip down memory lane is interrupted when Brian walks into the room. "Here," he says, handing her a glass of Coke.
