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Post by Zoey on Mar 4, 2009 18:55:23 GMT -7
I stared down at the hand he had touched for a moment, remembering the roughness of his skin that had been there only a second ago. My heart was beating so fast that I fumbled to regain my ability to think. He asked a question to ease the discomfort. "I was usually on my own anyways, so honestly it isn't much different, now and back then. I was the loner; I didn't care much for the people around me. You...?" I returned the question, handing him a pipe bomb to hang on to, putting the other one in my bag. I folded my hands in my lap and looked at his feet. Why was I acting shy? His voice was so deep...
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Post by Francis on Mar 4, 2009 19:04:31 GMT -7
"I.. it doesn't matter now. Who I was is dead. I'm Francis, the destroyer of the infestation now." I chuckled uncomfortably. I turned to look at her, and she looked towards me at the same time. I looked at her face, it was unbelievebly cute. I couldn't help but notice that her sweater was partyway open, and I got a nice look down her clevage. I felt myself start to grow. I wasn't too sure if she noticed, but I leaned back the other way anyway. I placed her pipe bomb into my bag, and pretended to fool around for something. Thoughts ran through my head, most of which were perverted. Ignoring them, I fumbled with my vest and pulled it off, and started to switch my shirt out for another one. As I pulled my shirt off, I pulled another out from my bag, and slid it on.
Without warning, I stood up and slid my pants and boxers down. I stood there in the nude from the waist down, and I threw my bile stained pants and boxers into the corner by the door. I pulled out another pair of ripped jeans, and started to put them on. I looked back at Zoey once I had one leg in, I realized that she was there, and I stumbled and fell over. I had completely forgot that there was another person in the room. I was so used to traveling alone.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 4, 2009 19:15:20 GMT -7
I couldn't even yelp, only stare at him, my mouth partly agape, completely at a loss for words over what I had just seen. Sure, it was only his ass, but DAMN. He was so sexy. I felt myself blush so I turned away and covered my face as he stumbled and fell over on to the dirty floor. I clenched my legs together and pulled them closer to my chest, and muttered quietly, "Are you okay...?" I couldn't even look over in his general direction, thinking only about what I had seen. I had never seen a man naked before... well, only in movies. Never right in front of me.
I was the type of girl to be friends with the guys! I was the tomboy! Never had I dreamed of being with one of them, or anyone for that matter! Nothing like that ever ran through my head. And in the few hours that I had been with this man I had begun to feel attached in a kind of way I had never felt towards anyone before. I kept telling myself that it was just hormones.
I felt the need to change the topic. "I wonder if there are any other people out there. Perhaps we should go around and look for them?"
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Post by Francis on Mar 4, 2009 19:22:26 GMT -7
As quickly as I could, I pulled my pants up, and zipped them. "Erm, uh, Maybe?" Is call I could muster through sheer embarassment. I sat down, and despite my best efforts, tried to hide how excited I was. Sitting back down next to her, I sat my hands in my lap. I looked away from her and blushed. Playing with my beard, I pulled it a little bit. Then I pulled my sleve up and started fiddling with my tattoos. Admiring them. I saw them every day, for fucks sake it was my body! Every time I looked at them though, I loved them even more. Zoey seemed embarassed by what I had done, but she didn't say anything about it, she quickly closed her gaping mouth.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 4, 2009 19:40:22 GMT -7
The tension returned between us as well as the silence. He sat beside me looking at his skin, trying to keep himself occupied. I fiddled with a strand of hair for a little bit before getting bored and uncomfortable. "I'm... going to get some sleep." I muttered quietly, and then crawled in to one of the sleeping bags I was sleeping on beside Francis. It was difficult to be able to shut my eyes with him right next to me, and the zombies’ right outside the door, so I forcefully shut them and held my hands close to my chest. He was right beside me, breathing. I could feel the heat off of him even though we were not touching. But, this was more comfortable than sleeping in a bathtub. But, even so, I could not find sleep. I pretended to though, mostly to have to avoid another awkward situation between the two of us.
Underneath the sleeping bag, I slipped my hand underneath my sweater and slowly rubbed my aching nipples that had been hard since he touched my hand. My mind suddenly flashed back to that hunter sitting on top of me and i swallowed hard. I never thought like this... why now, in the middle of hell?
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Post by Francis on Mar 4, 2009 19:47:27 GMT -7
All was quiet except for random far away moans that escaped through the slit in the door. As I sat there in the dark. My mind returned to darker things. Zoey was asleep next to me, and I was all alone. I felt distraught. Not afraid. Above all, I was horny. I couldn't do anything though, the girl was right next to me. After a second of silence, I heard cloth rustle. I looked down next to me, and noticed that she was moving. Perhaps a bad dream? I could see her body placement through her sleeping bag. One hand was at her chest, and it looked like she was moving two fingers. I laughed in my head at the thought, but I brushed it off. Then I noticed that the sleeping bag was pulled tightly between her legs, like she was pulling it with her thighs, and it almost appeared like there was a wet spot on the blanket. Then it hit me! Smiling, I scooted over an inch, and unzipped my pants. As soon as I felt fresh air on my flesh, I was hard instantly. Letting myself free felt nice in its own reward. That's not what I was going for though. I quickly grasped myself as I have done for so long, and started to stroke. I made it a point to moan gently, just so Zoey would hear me. I was teasing the girl, and I enjoyed it.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 4, 2009 19:56:09 GMT -7
I bit my lip when I heard him, my gut clenching in a feeling of terrible awkwardness again. What was he doing?! Was he doing what I thought he was doing?! I stopped what I was doing with my hands and tried to sleep again, but the silence only allowed me to hear the rustle of his clothes as he moved, which made me cringe even more. What was I going to do? Seriously?
I tried desperately to fall asleep again for what seemed like forever, and when that failed, I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at him. My lips were wet and parted, my eyes wide with curiosity. I whispered only quietly, "What are you doing, Francis?"
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Post by Francis on Mar 4, 2009 20:00:47 GMT -7
I couldn't reply, I could only keep up my rhythmic motions. It felt so good. I'd done it hundreds of times before, but it felt so good knowing she could see me. My only respons was a small moan as I leaned my head back on the wall and closed my eyes. I knew she could see me, and I didn't care. I had barely even started. Unbuttoning my pants, I inched my boxers aside. My erection stood straight up, and was full and rock hard. It was thick and excited. I started stroking myself again, admiring how big I was, it was bigger than it normally was. I had no clue why though. I continued my pumping, and ignored Zoey.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 4, 2009 20:07:39 GMT -7
He ignored me and I grew annoyed, shifting out of the sleeping bag and on to my hands and knees, looking him straight in the eyes. I was leaning over his lap in front of him and I forced eye contact. "Stop it Francis..." I breathed, lips slightly parted as I stared at him, trying not to move my eyes to his exposed lap the whole time. It felt like he was just playing with me, and I did not want to play his games. With my back arched and my hair falling in to my face I continued to stare the older man down, and then jolted slightly when one of the hands supporting my weight brushed against the hand he was not touching himself with.
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Post by Francis on Mar 4, 2009 20:13:36 GMT -7
I quickly grasped her arm, and pulled her in close. Shoving my lips to hers. Within that kiss, I bit her lip, and groaned. Then placing her hand on my pulsing erection, I whispered to her. "Help me.." A dozen thoughts ran through my head. What I was doing was wrong. I couldn't help it though, I've had so many problems and anger issues simply from my sexual stress. It was beyond my control once I got like this, and nothing could make me stop. I could feel myself becoming someone different, and it seemed like a scary thing. At least for the time being. I felt myself struggle with myself. An internal struggle. I was fighting myself for control of my body. I was losing, and I knew it. With her hand firmly placed on my flesh, I couldn't help but lose the battle. Her hands were so soft, and I longed for female attention.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 4, 2009 20:22:19 GMT -7
I felt his hot breath on my face and I knew that I was done for, willingly having stumbled in to this situation. I could have pretended to be asleep, i would have never had to hear him. Did I do this to myself on purpose? His flesh was hot, pulsing underneath my hand. I shivered and my skin flushed, my fingers brushing gently over it a second time after I hesitated. "Francis... this isn't... right..." I muttered and began to sound like I was out of breath. He looked so sexy just staring back at me. His groan had made my panties wet. What should I do? I wanted it to, or being in this entire situation made me want it. Had my instincts kicked in after this whole fighting for survival thing? Or was it just him that pushed all those wonderful buttons? "Francis..." I whispered his name, just to hear it, and placed my cheek against his. His skin was rough and prickly against mine. My hand lingered for a moment, brushing fingertips against the stiffness, and then I quickly gripped him hard and let out a tiny gasp in his ear by my own reflex and inexperience. I was a virgin after all... Did I really want to die as one?
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Post by Francis on Mar 4, 2009 20:28:43 GMT -7
Her grip tightened a little bit. Sending cold chills down my spine. She looked like a virgin, but she had a grip like a pro. I felt her breath on my ear, and it turned me on so. I pushed my hips upwards, flexing what was now in her hand. I know she felt it. She knew I longed for her, but I could see her pondering it in her mind. I chuckled and mustered a few words. "Live a little hot stuff"
Hearing her whisper my name got me needing her more. I felt her cheek on mine, and I groaned into her ear. She was clearly wet, maybe the apocalypse brought out the woman in her. If it didn't I was definitly about to.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 4, 2009 20:40:16 GMT -7
I didn't know what to do. What was I supposed to do? This was all so extremely sudden. "I... I..." I felt like such a loser, having no experience when compared to him. I felt suddenly shy so I turned my head away from him and gripped my legs tighter together. My hand pulled on him, keeping my grip tight, and he reacted with little pushes from his hips, and urge for me to continue. I gently grazed my nails over the stretched flesh, placing a finger at the tip and feeling the pre-cum stickiness. I placed my palm over the tip and massaged slowly, keeping my head turned away from the scene. My chest began to rise and fall deeply as I tried to keep myself from losing any control that I still possessed, my eyes glued on a crack in the tiled floor amidst the blood and dirt. Quickly I pulled myself entirely away from him and scooted back. I couldn't do it, there was no way. I barely knew him! I barely knew what I was getting in to! I wasn't sure if this was the right place or time for any of this.
I continued to look away from the powerful man sitting in front of me.
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Post by Francis on Mar 4, 2009 20:47:35 GMT -7
Feeling her pull away, I opened my eyes to see what she was doing. Sitting on the floor in front of me, she was curled up in a ball. "What's wrong? You can't stop now.." Lifting myself up with one hand, I leaned over towards her, my erection still pertruding out of my pants. I grasped her chin with my thumb and forefinger. I lifter hear face up to mine. Pressing my lips to hers, I slowly pushed her on her back, and kneeled between her thighs. I know she wanted it, and I was determined to get it. I knew how to push it out of her. I smiled an evil grin, and I rubbed my hand up her thigh. Then my fingers pushed under her jacket, and under her shirt. As I rubbed her side and stomach, I could feel her twitch with anticipation. Pushing a hand underneath her bra, I grasped a nipple firmly in my fingers. It was hard, and it had been hard for awhile now. "I knew it." I whispered. Quickly pressing my body up against hers, her hips grinded up against my erection. To my left I saw my shotgun, perked up against the wall. I took my other hand, and turned it to face the other way, as if it could see us.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 4, 2009 21:01:38 GMT -7
"Francis... Francis..." I squirmed against him but I couldn't stop my hips from wanting to push against him, urge him onwards. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have a man inside of me. When his hand snaked up my shirt is when I really began to become aroused. I had never been touched in this manner before, and it was so wonderful. His rough skin against my velvet skin. It felt like violation... It felt like heaven. I moaned when he gripped my nipple painfully. They had been aching for attention and he was determined to give it to me. When he whispered to me, shivers ran up my spine. He was reading my mind, doing what I wanted him to do. I wanted more, and I didn't want to stop. Quickly, he pulled my sweater up over my head and threw it aside, beginning to pull my jeans downwards to reveal my pink underwear. I tried to cover myself up and resist. "No... Francis... don't..." I muttered, but gasped when his cock rubbed against my bare leg. My toes curled and my legs wrapped themselves around his waist, pushing his stiff dick against the wetness of my thin panties. My hands wrapped around his back and I buried my head in his chest, still struggling to resist, biting my lip up.
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