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      Published: 2017-04-19 Updated: 2017-12-02 Chapters: 6/? Words: 63320
****** Vault 69 ******
by sandstormhero
Summary
     This is the story of Vault 69. In a fresh world torn apart by
     communist nuclear bombs, sixteen year old Tomas Swan finds himself in
     one of the few safe havens left on earth. Along with his mother and
     older sister, he quickly finds his place as the only male citizen in
     a population of one thousand. Its not a question of if he gives into
     temptation, but when. All OC
***** Chapter 1 *****
A/N: Here's the first chapter and my first attempt at a Fallout story. First
thing you should know is that this story hosts exclusively original characters,
and that there will obviously be sexual themes. So try and enjoy if you like
that stuff. Please don't flame me if you don't. R&R.
Tag(s): N/A
Beta: Lords of Ember Celica
Word Count: 5946
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                          Chapter 1 – New Beginnings
Mable Turner sat stone faced as the four other women sitting at the large table
absorbed what she had just told them. They had been lied to. No matter how she
looked at it, there was no other possible explanation.
In the wake of having their lives torn out from under them via nuclear
Armageddon, what they found waiting for them in the so called ‘safety’ of their
local Vault was a farce by any other name. At first glance it would have seemed
wonderful, stocked with food, plenty of clean water with an advance filtration
system, and more than enough room for their two thousand residents. It wasn't
until everything had settled down and some semblance of calm had been
established that the first Overseer of Vault sixty nine discovered the
treachery of the Vault-Tec Corporation.
Due to 'faulty' radiation shielding half of their population was now dead. Of
the remaining one thousand residents, nine hundred and ninety nine were female.
To say this was simply a mistake, an oversight by the ones in charge of
registry distribution was too impossible to believe. More so, the entire Vault
had been devoid of any Vault-Tec employees, and no explanation had been given
for their current predicament in her Overseer handbook or any of the notes she
had found in the small safe of her office. Were it not for the detailed
instruction manuals as well as the helpful assortment of Mr. Handy robots
seemingly left behind they wouldn't have been able to produce their own food or
repair anything that might have broken. Everything had been planned down to the
last detail; everything was exactly as someone had wanted, and now they were
left to deal with it.
"You're sure?" Janice Wong asked with a pensive expression. The daughter of
Chinese immigrants who fled when it became obvious war was on the horizon, it
was only a month ago she had received a Vault entrance voucher from the Vault-
Tec Corporation along with the information over why she had been chosen. It had
made sense at the time; the world was embroiled in a large scale war, with the
ever looming threat of nuclear weapons detonating. She hadn't given much
thought to the line about 'maintaining ethnical diversity' but now, she was
starting to wonder.
A woman of forty five and a highly gifted surgeon, she had been selected as the
chief of medicine should they ever have to enter the Vault. She also happened
to be the only one out of their entire population with any medical training.
This revelation of course only made her anxious expression that much more
worrisome to the others sitting at the table.
Coupled with Mrs. Turner's earlier remarks, a sneaking part of her mind
couldn't help but wonder if she had been selected purely to make it look legit,
having someone with an advance medical degree and training as part of the
selected pool of candidates.
Mable nodded, her expression turning grim. "Once the male dormitories were
sealed off for good, we ran the registry ten times just to be certain," she
revealed. "I even ordered two door to door resident checks in case there was an
error, but all it confirmed was what the registry was already telling us."
"One man?" Carla Robins asked, incredulously. A tall blonde woman in her late
thirties, according to her papers she had been selected due to her
distinguished military service and was to be in charge of the Vault's security
forces...neither of which currently existed as aside from herself, not ONE of
their residents possessed any military or police training. "That's… how,
no, why would they do this?" Judging by the expressions on the other women's
faces, they seemed to be wondering the very same thing.
"Man?" Susan Buhari scoffed. "He is barely sixteen, a boy if I've ever seen
one." Her dark African skin set her apart from the rest of the table. A
microbiologist who specialized in agriculture, she had at first been thrilled
when she received her voucher and papers. Slightly annoyed at the 'ethnical
diversity' clause that had been part of it, nonetheless it had been an honor
and privilege to be recognized for her accomplishments. According to the
registry she was to be in charge of their hydroponics department...of which
consisted of she, herself and only her. Her words sent another wave of
disquieted murmurs around the table until finally, Mabel was forced to step in.
"Ladies," she demanded, "things are already bad enough, we don't need to add
infighting to our list of problems. Let's just take inventory of what we have,
what we know, and work from there. Ms. Wong," she turned to her right, "please
tell us in your expert opinion, how long could our current population survive?"
Shuffling her papers and ignoring the fact that this was hardly her area of
expertise, the Asian woman stood from her seat before addressing the room.
"While there is currently only one male in our population, there is a great
diversity of women, both ethnically as well as genetically, ranging in age from
six months to fifty." Pausing, she glanced towards her Overseer, the oldest
resident admitted to the Vault. "Given the ages in the registry, we have
approximately fifty years before the population decreases to the point we will
no longer have the personnel necessary to keep the Vault operational. After
that it would only be a matter of months before the Vault collapses on itself."
Looking around the room, the women's worried faces turned pale. Nervously
rubbing the paper in her hands, Janice quietly took her seat.
"Are there any pregnancies?" Carla offered. "If they thought there would be
more time before we had to enter it would make sense, perhaps some of the
unborn children are male." But Mable simply shook her head, her short red bob
cut brushing against her cheek.
"That was part of the second door to door check, and no. As far as we've been
able to gather there are no women currently with child, or even possibly with
child." This left the table silent, until finally, the last woman at the table
spoke up.
"So… there's only one option then, right?" This prompted the rest of the women
to turn and stare, none of them wanting to admit what was on their minds.
Jessica Swan sat unflinching. Unlike the other woman in the room, Jessica's
life had been fairly bland up until the bombs had destroyed her reality. She
wasn't a doctor, or an engineer, or a politician; she was just a single stay at
home mother. The mother of the very same lone male they had been discussing.
This alone had been enough to earn her a place in the discussions concerning
their future.
"Mrs. Swan," Mabel spoke cautiously. As a former mayor she was used to the
pressures of leadership and thus it was obvious just why she had been selected
as Overseer. That being said, Jessica could only sigh at the obvious spiel
ready to be thrown her way and spoke up before the older woman had the chance
to make her pitch.
"You need my son," she stated bluntly. Many other women would have felt
intimidated under the eyes of so many accomplished individuals. But she was
smart enough to know when someone needed something from her, and confident
enough not to flinch under their gaze. She may not have their degrees or years
of expertise, but that didn't mean she was about to just bow to them and their
wants, not when she was holding the lone wildcard in the deck. "You need his…
semen?" Despite herself, she couldn't help but enjoy the small flinch of
discomfort that rippled around the room. Mabel simply sighed.
"Yes," she answered tiredly. "If we are going to survive past the current
generation, he will be the key to insuring a stable population that can
continue long enough for the radiation levels to subside." Jessica could only
take a long deep breath before answering.
"What are you asking for exactly?"
Ms. Wong was the one to answer her. "Unfortunately, while the medical equipment
in this Vault is revolutionarily advanced and invaluable, we possess neither
the capabilities, nor the trained personnel required for invitro-fertilization.
Because of this, if your son, Tomas correct?" Seeing Mrs. Swan nod she
continued, "If he were to accept this proposal he would be required to…
manually inseminate his partners."
The only reason Ms. Wong was able to keep the color from her cheeks was her
years as a medical professional. This might have been the single worst thing
she had ever had to deal with, but it was far from the strangest she had seen.
That being said, no matter how she tried to word it there was no escaping the
fact that she was asking a mother for permission to solicit her son for sex,
with nine hundred and ninety seven women as potential candidates.
She quickly sat down. Jessica, meanwhile, continued to stare at the doctor,
mulling over what she had just been told. Finally, closing her eyes, she only
wanted a moment to collect her thoughts, her decision already having been made
long before.
"I spy somethiiiiiiing… grey." Tomas Swan offered in a dull tone. Lying on his
standard issue cot, his neck craned over the edge as he stared at the room
upside down.
"The wall… again," answered his sister, equally bored. And hearing her brother
grunt in acknowledgement, she swept the room, trying to find anything that
hadn't been picked a thousand times already.
It seemed like only yesterday they were waking up in their home, and not this
prison of steel buried beneath five miles of dirt. It had been just another day
plain as any other, the sun shining, the sound of cars and neighbors out front.
No one could have expected that the entire world would change forever in a
matter of hours.
Eating breakfast and watching early morning cartoons, neither sibling was
expecting the town wide Vault-Tec sirens to go off. More confused than
frightened, it wasn't until the Emergency Broadcast had cut on and their mother
rushed out of her room in nothing but a robe and her pajamas that the reality
of what was happening settled in.
Sure, they knew about the war. It was impossible to ignore the rising prices of
simple everyday items. Even if they wanted to avoid the depressing news, their
school never failed to report on the battle against communism, or the fall of
Anchorage Alaska. It seemed the demand for solders would never be satisfied
even with half the graduating class already enlisted.
The threat of bombs dropping was always a pressing concern but the worry had
been a part of so many people's lives for so long it was almost like a fairy
tale. No one really believed it would happen.
Until it did…
They left behind everything. Jessica ushered Tomas and Clair into the car
before speeding down the road. Scared and confused, the children latched onto
their mother like they were five years old again, as though she had the power
to somehow make everything alright. Lucky for them, their mother had pulled
through.
Along the south side of their town, hills the size of towers stretched on for a
few good miles. They had to drive to the very edge of the wilderness before
exiting their car, only to find other families already scrambling towards a
fenced in gate. It was only once they joined the fray that they realized where
their mother had brought them.
A Vault.
Carved into the mountainside itself, a large yellow gear shaped door with the
numbers 69 painted on its front stood open. A small number of people could be
seen streaming inside while the rest were left panicking at the gate, soldiers
with guns and power armor keeping them at bay.
Their cries were desperate, "Please!" and "let us in!" repeated again and again
to no effect. Bodies of those foolish enough to try and force their way in lay
at the feet of the crowd. It was madness, complete and utter pandemonium, and
without so much as blinking their mother walked directly into the throng of
people.
They were both sure they would end up turned away like the rest of the people
begging to be let in. But to their utter shock, after elbowing her way to the
front of the crowd, she seemed to only say five words to a man with a clipboard
and pulled from inside her robe a necklace with three tags hanging from it.
Though the siblings had never gotten a close look at the necklace, they
recalled her wearing it for as long as either could remember, and never once
saw her remove it. After checking something on the clipboard and scanning the
three cards, the other soldiers forced themselves into the crowd, creating a
path for the two children to walk through. They did so quickly, Tomas' eyes
lingering on a little girl clinging to her mother's pants who was reaching for
them to take her.
They were just in time too. As soon as they walked through the heavy metal
portal, shouting could be heard coming from one of the soldier's radio. Not so
much as blinking, one of the men in power armor motioned to a female solder, a
tall woman with blonde hair stationed by a nearby control panel. Entering with
the family of three, she saluted the other solider, who returned the salute
before entering a code, and soon, the platform acting as a bridge into the
Vault began to retreat while the mechanism controlling the heavy door began to
seal.
Tomas, the closest to the impossibly thick gate, had stood in stunned shock at
the last beams of sunlight streamed through the passageway before it closed
with a thunderous clang, the lock rotating and hissing as the massive steal
pins burrowed into the doorframe. It wouldn't be until much later that he
realized that would be the last time in his life he would ever see earth's blue
sky. The vibrations from the bombs came soon after. And just like that, the
world that they had known was gone forever.
All things considered, both siblings knew boredom was something pretty petty to
complain about in the wake of the apocalypse. But this was their second week
trapped in the small dormitory unit that had been allotted to their family.
Open wandering of the Vault had yet to be allowed, and there was little in
terms of entertainment outside an old radio that would only played static on
every channel. Still, it was either this or silence, and neither of them liked
to dwell on the reality of what their world had become.
"You think mom's gonna get back soon?" Tomas asked, rolling on his stomach to
look over at his sister. She was still glancing around the room, trying to find
something they hadn't already used for their game.
"I don't even know why they wanted her," Clair answered, waiting a few moments
before ultimately giving up. "I mean, what could she tell them, the best
detergent to use for our laundry?" Mentioning clothing, Clair took yet another
moment to look down at the unflattering blue and yellow jumpsuit she had been
issued after her old clothes were sent for cleaning and had yet to return. She
would have killed for a pair of sweatpants.
"Don't talk about mom that way," Tomas grumbled, without much conviction. Not
that he didn't care for his mother, just that he was used to Clair's opinion of
their mom. Clair ignored her little brother's words, choosing to turn and stare
at the wall.
At twenty three, the young woman had never approved of her mother's choice to
forgo college and education to raise her and her younger brother. Not that she
wasn’t thankful for everything she had done for her, but as a modern woman the
thought of being kept was appalling. She knew her mom was more than
intelligent, and was constantly urging her to go back to school.
Unfortunately, that was a moot point now that the world had ended. And she was
left to sulk at the realization that her own education, as well as those of
everyone else who was still alive was in the same boat. It was a dramatic twist
of irony right now, as much as she hated to admit it, her mother was probably
more useful than the majority of the highly educated population of the world.
Much like his sister, Tomas took the time to admire their new attire, more
specifically Clair's. Used to pleaded skirts and floral blouses, the near
skintight suit was a little more than the sixteen year old boy was used to
seeing on the female gender. The material wasn't thin enough to show anything
specific, but the outline of his sister's body was very visible...as was his
own. He tried his best not to stare as a result.
Seeing that his sister was no longer interested in their game, Tomas stood up
from his bed, choosing to pace around the room, if only because it was
something to do.
By himself he wasn't exactly much to look at. He was neither intelligent nor
stupid, nor was he strong or weak. He considered himself to be a fairly average
young man in all respects. Medium length pale blond hair, a thin face for his
equally scrawny body. The only thing he ever really took pride in were his
eyes, a startling shade of electric blue. A shame his mother was the only one
to ever compliment them.
Up until the nukes dropped he had just been an absentminded teenager passing
the time in school and more interested in the girl sitting next to him than
whatever the teacher was writing on the chalkboard. Not that they ever paid any
attention to him. Rather, despite his best efforts Tomas found his high school
life depressingly bereft of anything female.
He idly wondered what kind of future he could expect now that he would be
spending the rest of his life surrounded by metal. Maybe this was his chance to
try and finally get a girlfriend? It was at this moment the locked entrance of
their room opened, revealing the pale faced visage of his mother.
"Mom!" Tomas grinned, excitedly taking a step towards his mother. The sight of
three other women standing behind her stopped him, urging his stomach to churn
under their oddly intense gaze. Jessica stepped forward.
"How's my baby?" she smiled. Tomas groaned at the term of endearment, but
allowed his mother to pull him into her arms.
Despite his age, Tomas had always gotten along great with his mother, much more
than his sister anyways. For as long as he could remember his mom liked to baby
him, and while it could be annoying at times, he recognized the love behind the
embarrassing actions. That didn't make him any less unhappy feeing her lips
against his cheek however.
"Tomas," the Overseer stepped into the room. Staring over his mom's shoulder he
looked at the older woman once again, feeling a sense of unease fill him. This
sensation tripled as the other two followed in after her, each refusing to take
their eyes off him. They offered their greeting and he could only smile,
awkwardly offering a wave of his hand in return.
"Ah, sup?"
"Tommy," Jessica spoke, running her hand soothingly through his hair as she
spoke, "we'd like it if you'd come with us for a bit. We need to explain some
things to you, about what you'll be doing for the Vault from now on." Tearing
his eyes away from the three women, Tomas offered his mother a strange look.
"Like, my job?" he asked, suddenly nervous. He didn't think he'd be sent to
work so soon. He still had at least another two years of high school left.
Probably more the way his grades had been. Jessica offered a calming smile,
seeing her son shift.
"Kind of," she agreed, "but don't worry about that until you hear what we have
to say. You might even like it," she tried to offer.
"So that means there's a chance I won't," Tomas followed the hidden meaning of
his mother's words. And rather than answer, the mother of two gave his cheek
another kiss before urging him towards the door. Clair sat up in her bed at
seeing this.
"What about me?" she asked, eyeing her remaining family. She stared at the two
forlorn, not wanting to be the only one left behind. While it was easy
to seem fine, the young woman was still fairly shaken and frightened at the
prospect of being alone after everything that had happened. Her mother just
cast her daughter a look, regret in her eyes.
"We shouldn't be long," she tried to promise. "I know you must be bored, but
the Vault is almost organized and the lockdown should be lifted after tonight.
Can you hold on for a bit longer?" she asked. And while her daughter wasn't all
too thrilled, the news of open wandering was enough to placate her for now. As
a sign of this, she chose to lie back down and turn her back towards the group.
"Fine," she sighed. And as much as the mother wanted to take a moment to rub
her daughter's back and offer her some comforting words to calm her, there were
other issues that needed to be addressed first.
After exiting his room, Tomas couldn't help but look around eagerly, taking in
his new surroundings while memorizing the path back to their room as best he
could. It was strange to say the least, and surrounded by metal it was
impossible to completely shrug off the cold feeling of isolation the walls gave
off. For the first time since they'd entered the Vault, Tomas could actually
feel how deeply they'd been buried away from the surface.
They walked through a series of long winding hallways, each leading in
different directions but none going anywhere important from what he could tell.
Part of him had hoped to see others, but it seemed like the lockdown was all
but absolute with just the five of them being the exception.
Glancing to his side, his attention was focused on the tall blonde walking
astride him, he couldn't tell why, but she seemed vaguely familiar. He just
couldn't place where from. Finally, after a few minutes, they came to another
room and he was ushered in.
Once inside, the young man was quickly seated at the Overseer's table, only to
find himself surrounded by middle age woman. Eyes wide, he tried to not to
fidget.
"Honey," his mother spoke, "I know you must be curious as to why you're here,"
she acknowledged. Tomas gave a nervous smile, waiting for her to continue.
"Well…" she paused, unsure how to continue. Staring into her youngest child's
face, the mother found herself unequipped with the knowledge of how to explain
their situation. Finally, the Overseer pushed herself forward, offering her
hand.
"Tomas, right?" she asked. The boy tentative nodded his head before taking her
hand. "My name is Mable Turner, I'm the Overseer of Vault sixty nine." He gave
the obligatory smile to her greeting and she returned the gesture.
"Tomas, we've been talking with you mother these past few days and with her
permission we'd like to ask you to perform a very serious and vital role in
this Vaults future."
Looking around the room, he would have laughed if he didn't see that everyone
was one hundred percent serious. Not sure what to say, he managed to mutter,
"Okay?" Mabel nodded once before releasing his hand and moving to sit at the
other end of the table.
"Mr. Swan," she addressed him, "it has come to our attention that in the
registration of the Vault populace there were a few procedures that
accidentally resulted in a skewed gender divide. We're asking you to help
correct this imbalance." Waiting for the young man to respond, the youth simply
continued to stare at the older woman, as though waiting for her to continue.
"Ah…" he stalled, glancing around the room. “I mean, hey, I didn't really score
the best at… anything, so could you go over that again?" Smiling sheepishly, he
hoped he wasn't sounding as stupid as he thought. Mable smiled.
"Of course," she nodded, "Tomas, to put it simply, of the one thousand
residents currently within this Vault, you are the only male citizen."
That, he understood.
Eyes opening wide, he glanced around the room, mouth agape as he waited for
them to laugh at him, for this to be some kind of elaborate prank or joke. But
again, their faces seemed to be etched in worry as they waited for him to
understand the implications of what they were saying. "What!" he finally
exclaimed.
"From what we have been able to piece together, due to a flaw in the Vaults
structure the male dormitory’s population was exposed to radiation, and as a
result died soon after the Vault was sealed. Because of your being a minor
however, you were allowed entry into the female dormitories with your mother
and sister, resulting in your survival."
In her seat, Mabel watched the young man, repeating the story the council had
come up with to cover the conspiracy of Vault-Tec's actions. If his shocked
expression was anything to go by, he didn't question it. Well, not much anyway.
"I'm, the only guy in this entire Vault?" he asked, almost as though he didn't
believe his own words. "But that's crazy! I mean, that's bad right? Losing all
those people?" he asked. At this the Overseer had to breathe.
"Yes, Tomas," she spoke slowly, "without half of our population, and without
men specifically to propagate the next generation, we predict that it is only a
matter of decades before the Vault begins to fail, and us with it. You are the
only one who can help us prevent that from happening and squandering the
opportunity we, as well as mankind itself have been provided."
"Okay," Tomas nodded his head, still trying to wrap his head around the
Overseer's words. "Cool, I mean I guess I'll do what I can. But, ah, I still
don't really understand what that is." The Overseer leaned back.
"Please understand that this has put us, as a community, in a nearly terminal
position. If there were any other alternatives we wouldn't even consider such
drastic actions." The more she spoke, the more Tomas could feel his heart
beginning to pound. What could they be asking of him that was this serious?
What could he have that they needed so desperately? Finally, they told him.
"Tomas, we… need you to impregnate the women of this Vault, in hopes that it
may result in more males to help sustain the population." Everyone waited for
his response.
Blinking, Tomas didn't bother looking around having already understood that
this wasn't a joke, but what she had just said… how the hell was he supposed to
respond to that!? He decided to ask them.
"Are you crazy?" he exclaimed, his breathing having suddenly picked up. Feeling
his throat go dry, the tell-tale warmth in his cheeks exposed his
embarrassment. "How am I supposed to say yes to something like that?" Rather
than get emotional at his outburst, each of the women in the room simply
continued to stare at him, albeit a bit more anxiously than before.
"Tomas, you're the only one we can ask," Mabel explained. "Without you there
will be no one to inherit the Vault after we have passed. Everything we have
done up to this point, all of the sacrifices we have been forced to make, it
will all be for nothing. I'm not going to mince words here; we're begging you
to help us. Either you agree and we have a chance to help humanity survive, or
you don't and we die out, and possibly humanity with us. It's as simple as
that." Rather than answer, Tomas found himself turning away from the serious
position and looking toward his mother.
No longer smiling, her eyes were tight as she was forced to watch her son
struggle with the weight of this decision. She had agreed with this, given them
her permission to ask him. That alone was enough to give him pause. After a few
moments he turned back to Mabel, his face pale but otherwise calm. He forced
himself to speak.
"And… what if I say no? What happens then?" At his words a sense of unease and
distress could be felt permeating the room. The Overseer ignored it, meeting
the young man's gaze with her own without wavering.
"Nothing," she promised. "We are not animals, and we would not reduce you to
such. Understand that we are asking you for this. Should you choose to walk
away that is your choice, but also understand that you alone have the ability
to help us, to save this Vault and its population. Without you, the day will
come that it is nothing more than a tomb for all of us."
Not expecting such an answer, Tomas found himself looking away, unable to hold
her eyes any longer. Hearing her ask him so desperately shook him more than he
would admit. And honestly, he wanted to help. He wanted to do whatever he could
to help. But the thought of being a father, of actually impregnating women, it
was a lot to handle for a guy who had yet to even get to second base.
"Okay," he answered in a small voice, much to the relief of the rooms
occupants. "I'll help however I can. Just… let me know what I need to do."
Smiling brightly, the Overseer stood from her chair to approach Tomas.
Meanwhile, said young man could feel his mother's hand on his shoulder, her
grip tight.
"Thank you Tomas, because of you this Vault has a future. And I promise that
you will be remembered as the father of our future generations." Not really
sure how to respond to such a promise, the teenager just smiled as he shook her
hand, trying not to show how uncomfortable he was with the entire situation.
"So…" he trailed off, "I guess you'll just call me or something when you have
a… girl lined up?" The Overseer's eyes went wide before settling in a
comforting expression.
"Tomas, once again I cannot stress enough how much we understand what we are
asking of you. Because of this we found it necessary to… help transition and
encourage you as much as possible."
Tomas turned up an eyebrow. "Encourage me, how?"
"There is no way for us to perfectly implement a volunteer scenario that's
entirely fair. Because of this we decided that should you accept, rather than
pick and choose women from the population, it would only be reasonable
if everyone in the population was available for selection and insemination.
That being said, because of your understanding of the situation and generosity
in agreeing to help us, we thought it would be for the best if you were able to
choose your partners." Finally, Tomas couldn't help but cry out.
"No way in hell!" collecting himself immediately, Tomas blushed at his
exclamation. Thankfully Mabel responded with a smile. "I… wait, so you're
saying that I can just pick whoever I want? Just like that?"
"So long as they are of appropriate age," Mable conceded. "Obviously, there is
no point if they have yet to menstruate; and even then we want them to be able
to carry the children to full term safely. Additionally we do need Dr. Wong to
oversee our medical needs until she has been able to train additional staff, so
she would be a very tentative possibility for now. Other than that, yes, as you
put it, just like that."
"But, anyone?" he continued to ask. "W-What if they say no?"
"While your acceptance of this proposal was voluntary," she stressed on this
fact in case he was having any second thoughts, "for the rest of the population
that is not the case," the Overseer answered without hesitation. "This is too
important for us to wait until women feel they are ready.”
“We understand that in the wake of lost loved ones and the devastation of the
war many women will feel too emotionally distraught to consider the fate of the
Vault over their own feelings. However, as regretful as the situation may be,
for this to work we need conception to begin as quickly as possible. There is a
limited amount of time before a majority of the population will be unable to
conceive and we need the gene pool to be as diverse as possible to dilute the
dangers of inbreeding for as long as our current level of science can
anticipate. It would be better if you were able to find those willing to take
on the responsibility, but I want to be perfectly clear when I say that no one
is exempt from this law."
What she was saying, it left the young man reeling as he tried to understand
the implications. Thankfully, knowing her son, Mrs. Swan could see her Tomas
was done and stepped forward to defend him.
"I think my son has heard enough," she said. Turning his head, Tomas'
distressed expression softened under the protection of his mother easing his
anxiety. Seeing this, a smile graced her features. "How about we all give him
some time to digest everything?"
Mabel's features were tight, a clear sign that she had more to say. But taking
a moment to look past the future of the Vault, she could see the unease
building in his features and forced herself to remember that this was still a
very young man they were dealing with. Seeing no other option she nodded her
head.
"We are counting on you, and are grateful for your assistance." Ms. Robins
stated before standing up to leave the room; Tomas could feel sweat building
across his brow.
"Come on Tommy," his mother urged and looking back through the door he could
see their eyes still watching him, waiting for him to do what he'd promised.
Now he just had to wonder if he could.
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A/N: Alright guys, that's chapter 1. Let me know if you liked it. Let me know
if you didn't.
***** A New Life *****
A/N: Hey everyone, this is Hero. Thanks for the support of the first chapter.
By this archives standards it actually went fairly well. Here is the second
update, number three should be up in another week. Keep up the reviews, I love
to see what you guys have to say.
Tags: M-solo, slight incest.
Beta: Lords of Ember Celica
Word count: 8,281.
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                            Chapter 2 – A New Life
The weeks that followed seemed to pass as a blur for Tomas. In a matter of
hours the general population had been released from lockdown only to then be
ushered into the Vault's cafeteria, the only area within the shelter large
enough to hold all one thousand of them. Tomas of course had been exempt from
attending, but his sister had relayed everything that had happened and what had
been discussed after returning a few hours later.
Obviously, the lack of any male presence was quickly noticed. The Overseer
explained what had happened, solemnly informing everyone about the accident,
how the radiation shielding had been insufficient in the male dormitories,
which had been the reason for the prolonged lockdown. Until they had
investigated and inspected every inch of the Vault, they didn't want to risk
anyone else's life after they had already lost half their population.
Ideally the families who had lost loved ones would have been informed
individually, but due to the sheer scale, as well as the nature of the
accident, it had been decided to inform everyone at once so they could rescind
the lockdown. Everyone gasped, some collapsed while others burst into tears.
But the majority accepted the devastating news with a chilling calmness. Not
especially surprising considering how much many of them had already lost to the
Great War.
After holding a brief moment of silence for those who had died, Overseer Turner
explained what this would mean for the future of the Vault, how everyone would
be expected to pull double duty for their survival.
It hadn't taken long before someone shouted out what everyone was thinking but
nobody dared to say. "What future!?" As an uproar began to build, Mabel
Turner's voice echoed above the roars of outrage and hopeless wails and called
for silence so she could reply to the one who made the statement by revealing
that, while the loss was substantial, it had not been complete.
Thanks to a lone male having been present in the female dormitories due to an
oversight, literally arriving right as the Vault had been sealed, there was
still hope for the future. Mindful of the grief and feelings of loss those
present were still experiencing she had been tactful, but didn't pull any
punches either upon explaining their long term plan of action.
Effective immediately any woman that was approached by Tomas Swan was to
immediately comply without question or hesitation to anything he inquired or
desired of them, up to and including anything of a sexual nature. Any
complaints of resistance would be met with imprisonment or worse. To ensure
maximum fertility, medication and hormones would be introduced to their food
supply that would encourage their bodies to ovulate regularly. And, as if all
of this wasn't bad enough, that's when they revealed his age.
The shock spread throughout the room in a riot of hushed exclamations. Even
calling out for order over the speakers hadn't been enough to quell the growing
presence of unease.
The Overseer tried to keep the peace, demanding everyone to calm down and
understand the position they have been put in. Thankfully they quieted enough
to hear what she had to say, though worry still painted their faces. What would
happen next could only be described as complete and utter propaganda, on a
scale that even the military recruiters hadn't been able to stoop low enough to
see, let alone reach.
Overseer Turner started by commending everyone, and reminding them of how
strong they were for surviving the Great War as they had for as long as they
had, that not even the nuclear attack unleashed upon them by China had been
able to kill them, their country, or their way of life. She then asked them to
remember all those who had sacrificed themselves and their lives so they could
be here right now. It was alright to mourn, but not at the expense of their own
survival. They were alive because it was their mission, their duty to survive
and to honor the many loved ones who they lost.
She asked them to remember them, and to remember their sacrifice for the
greater good. Be it those who fought to defend their great country on enemy
soil, or those who died defending their own. To even think of squandering this
chance they had been given was an even graver insult than the one their enemies
had made by attacking them in the way they had.
Her voice rose with an almost religious fervor at that point as she proclaimed
those who fought and died for them would expect them to do everything in their
power survive and insure that one day their great and proud nation could be
rebuilt, so it could in turn endure just as they had to make it happen.
That was the general message anyway. From that point on it was mostly
nonsensical drivel, the sort you would hear on the news whenever there had been
a loss on their side, making sure to repeatedly use words like, strong, and
survival, and humanity. And, eventually, they were enough to soothe the
snorting beast threatening to collapse her Vault before population ever became
a problem.
The women of Vault sixty nine walked back to their assigned quarters without
incident afterwards. They weren't happy, but at least they weren't rioting
either which had been the primary concern. It seemed the Overseer had been able
to convey the importance of what she was asking of them and make it sound like
a dignified part of their lives and not enforced whoring of the population to a
minor. By the time they woke up the next morning, the distribution of jobs and
integration into their new lives would keep everyone too busy to think about
something as impossible as what had been discussed.
Everyone had gone to bed that first night expecting to find some teenage boy
waiting right outside their door the following morning telling them to bend
over and spread their legs. But eventually, they seemed to forget about it and
him all together.
That had been two weeks ago, and Tomas Swan had yet to take a single step
outside his door.
More trapped than he had been while the Vault was under lockdown; the young man
spent the last fourteen days lying in bed without so much as moving a muscle.
The only exceptions being when the need to use the bathroom or the rare
occasion hunger forced him to eat something. If not for his mother, the poor
boy would have starved by this point. He just hadn't yet worked up the courage
to face the overwhelming female populace. Well, almost.
Three days ago he'd made a small venture out to quell the mind numbing boredom
of his metal gray room. What happened shook him to his very core.
Spotting the only male in the entire Vault, every eye in the area turned and
was glued to his frame. What made it even worse was the hushed silence,
followed by what he could only describe as a torrent of whispers that grew
louder than any roaring riot could hope to match. It was more than enough to
send him back into the safety of his bed, which was where he would stay for the
rest of his remaining time on this earth so long as he had a choice in the
matter.
Feeling a tender touch to his shoulder, the young man was gently shaken until
he was pulled from the sanctuary of unconscious bliss. Groaning into his
pillow, Tomas lifted his head to hear the sound of his mother's soft and
soothing voice.
"Baby?" she called. Her hand ran long strokes up and down his back. It was just
like she used to do back before the bombs had dropped, and just like then it
left him feeling warm and happy. "It's time for school, dear. You need to wake
up and get ready." Finally, in true mom fashion, she moved to tear the blankets
from his body, destroying the warm nest he had built through the night. He
groaned pitifully in protest.
It took another five minutes before he was anything close to what could be
considered alive. But when he did manage to stand up he suddenly wanted nothing
more than to go back and hide under his blankets and pillows.
Remembering what his mother said about school, he immediately recalled just
what day it was, and how he had been dreading it since finding out.
Per the Overseer's decree, everyone under the age of eighteen would be required
to attend regular classes where they would be observed and tested so that, upon
graduation, they could be placed in the job best suited for them. Being
sixteen, he was also required to attend despite already having a 'job'.
"Do me proud little bro," his sister smiled at him from her own bed. Still
unprepared, she had her own day ahead of her with a new job that would be her
assignment for the rest of her life. Originally she had been assigned as her
mother's aid, charged with taking notes or keeping her informed of the goings
on that pertained to her position in the Council. Knowing this had been due to
either her mother serving on the Council, or her brother being the only male in
their population she was less than happy with the clear nepotism at work. After
two weeks, she had lost her patience and went to have 'strong words' with the
Overseer and demand a job befitting of her skills and education.
"I'm expecting a whole litter of nieces and nephews by the end of the week."
The resounding laughter continued until Jessica gave her daughter a firm slap
to the back of her head.
"Clair!" Jessica barked, her own bed a mere few feet away, "what have I told
you about teasing your brother? Don't you think he's having a hard enough time
as is?" Her daughter rolled her eyes.
"Seriously mom," she groaned, "if I can't laugh about it all I can do is cry.
Or, you know, acknowledge how super creepy and completely wrong this all is."
Getting up from bed her mind flashed to an image of her brother actually 'doing
his job' and a shiver of disgust wracked her frame. Turning to her mother, she
forced a smile. "Besides, don't tell me you aren't curious about when you can
expect your first grandchild, lord knows you bugged me about settling down
enough times."
Jessica swatted her daughter on the shoulder a second time. Laughing at her
reaction, Clair just fell onto her cot, ignoring the look of disapproval her
mother etched into her back.
A couple of steps took the woman to her son where she set about smoothing his
mussed hair. He slouched and frowned, but otherwise put up no other effort to
dissuade her. "Everything's going to be fine," she promised. "I know you're
nervous, but I swear this isn't nearly as scary as you've been imagining it
cooped up in here all this time. It's really not that different from how things
used to be, just go out there and focus on getting good grades. And, if you
happen to find a nice girl you like, try and talk to her. The only one who can
make this a big deal is you." Satisfied with her work, the mother of two gave
her son one last look before kissing him on the cheek. "There, now why don't
you get something to eat before your shower and have to go?"
"Fine," he promised. Quickly thereafter he returned to his position, forcing a
deep sigh from the single mother.
One perk about this whole ordeal, Tomas found, was the dramatic upgrade in
living quarters he and his family had been given after that day two weeks
prior. While they still had to share a single bedroom, the shower, toilet and
living room seemed like living in a penthouse suite compared to the shared
facilities the rest of the Vault was forced to endure. He couldn't help but
feel it was meant for the Overseer, or some other important figures in the
Vault.
When asked, Mrs. Turner had simply replied with, "We hope to have your
continued cooperation," and then walked away without another word. It was more
than a little unnerving to say the least, especially since he had seen several
boxes of things being taken OUT of the dormitory as they had moved in. Now,
every second he spent in his own shower or sleeping in an actual bed, all he
could think about was what he was expected to do in return.
"As much as I'd like to stay, the Overseer asked me to meet with her to discuss
something. She didn't say what, but she would have told me if it was going to
be long so I should be back in a bit. Do you want me to bring your dinner back
to our room?" she asked. He just nodded his head and the mother took this as
her sign to leave. No sooner did the door close behind her did Tomas hear his
sister's deep sigh of relief.
"Finally," she groaned. With their mother gone she wasted no time in getting up
from her bed and pulling the zipper of her yellow and blue jumpsuit as far down
as it could go, all the way to its beltline. Pale flawless skin was exposed to
the light and her brother's eyes; inch by inch it split and parted to reveal
her chest as she took a deep breath.
Her lone observer swallowed at the sight of her chest expanding and rising from
the cleansing intake of air. Tomas then had to watch as his sister shimmied out
of the tight restrictive uniform, her breasts shaking and jiggling until she
finally managed to get the material past her widened hips. Dropping the
jumpsuit to the floor, she was left in only her bra, a thin white tank top, and
a pair of standard white cotton panties.
Free of her confines, she dropped to the bed with a sound of contentment.
Reveling in the sense of freedom, Clair looked to her brother only to sigh when
she realizing he had been watching her, his expression still one of shock at
the unwitting show she had put on for him. Throwing the discarded uniform in
his direction, it harmlessly hit the wall behind him then fell to the floor.
"Seriously?" she grumbled, "you literally have an entire Vault of women to
screw and you ogle your sister?" This prompted his cheeks to ignite a bright
red.
"S-Shut up!" he cursed, pulling his head back under the covers. "Why the hell
can't you just keep your clothes on like normal people?! Mom told you to stop
doing that around me."
"Because, these stupid jumpsuits are stuffy," Clair glared, fanning her sweat
stained cleavage. "I hate wearing them to begin with, and besides," casting a
small glance at her breasts, her cheeks burned, "I don't think these are gonna
fit for much longer." This muttered statement urged Tomas to peek out from
under his covers, to shyly glance at his sister's changing body.
Whereas her B-cup breasts used to fit comfortably in almost everything, the
staggering growth spurt she had undergone in the last week resulted in her
developing a significantly larger bust in addition to some extra padding to the
roundness of her hips and thighs. From what Clair had explained, this had been
going on all over the Vault as a side effect from whatever the hell they were
putting in the food. Whatever was meant to make them more fertile had altered
their physique noticeably as well.
Swallowing nervously, without meaning to the young man found his eyes tracing
up his sister's legs, stopping at the pronounced mound pressing against the
tight elastic of her underwear. He felt his member begin to throb. At the
thought of becoming aroused by his own sister, his eyes went wide before
clenching down tight. His tone was clipped when he spoke. "Could you at least
close your legs?!" he exclaimed.
To her credit, glancing down at her lap, when Clair saw how much of herself she
was showing off her pale complexion darkened and she immediately complied.
Glancing nervously she drew her blanket over her lap before answering. "Sorry,"
she mumbled, and she sounded sincere for once since they had arrived a month
ago.
Tomas returned to facing the wall, choosing not to answer her apology. Truth be
told, his sister had always been somewhat pretty, no matter how annoying she
might have been. But after being introduced to the Vault, with her new
attributes he found his opinion shifting from pretty to actually kinda sexy.
This made life very difficult for young Tomas, as though he didn't have enough
problems to deal with.
"I-I'm not hungry," he finally managed while walking past the breakfast his
mother had fetched from the cafeteria. And without another look at his sister,
he pushed down all the thoughts and pressure he could feel building up as he
dashed straight to the bathroom.
With his back against the door, Tomas tried to calm his racing heart. Rather
than dwell on what waited for him the rest of the day the young man tore off
his clothes and jumped into the waiting spray to wash away his stress.
Under the warm water, he turned his head up so his face was pelted by the
stream as he let his mind go blank. After so many days of inactivity and being
confined to one room, his muscles ached with atrophy. The steamy spray soothed
them and his mind like nothing else.
Turning up the heat another notch, he groaned at the sensation, enjoying the
warmth that surrounded and spread through him. Unfortunately, most, if not all
the comfort he might have felt was ruined by the incessant throbbing between
his legs.
Looking down, the young man was once again disturbed by his own sudden growth
spurt. Much like Clair and the rest of the women in the Vault, his hormonal
boosters came with a small side effect. While nothing obscene, his once average
five inches had grown an additional two more, as well as a small boost to
girth. Coupled with his scrotum feeling like an overinflated balloon he wasn't
able to help himself and reached down to hold it, only to groan in relief at
the added pressure.
As if his body being altered wasn't bad enough, Tomas quickly discovered the
physical growth came with an equally increased libido. As a result, what had
once been the occasional moment behind his locked bedroom door had turned into
an almost daily need to spill his pent up arousal. While not entirely
unpleasant, the act always left him more frustrated than when he started, his
body craving what he didn't yet understand. But with no other alternative, he
simply did what he could.
Slick with the water raining down on him, the long fleshy pole passed easily
through his fingers. The tension, which had been building more and more over
the night and morning, began to bleed into pleasure tingling up his spine and
down to his toes.
Closing his eyes, Tomas hardly needed inspiration to get the job done but it
came nonetheless.
Before the bombs fell, he'd had a rather attractive pinup posted on his door
right in front of his bed. An advertisement for Nuka-Cola, the young woman was
of course beautiful with short bobbed blonde hair and makeup done to the nines.
Her body, shot from the side, best accentuated her long legs and round bottom,
showing a great deal of skin but not enough to be called indecent. It had
served him well over the years and he knew it would continue to do so for many
more.
Trying to focus, it was almost too easy to conjure up in his mind thanks to all
the time he'd spent staring at it. Remembering her short cutoff jeans and toned
thighs he increased his pace, his heart starting to pound. He imagined her
fingers slipping into the waistband, and peeling the shorts over her wide hips
and down her pale thighs before pulling her legs free. Then, with a seductive
smile, she laid back, one hand cupping her breast as fingers pinched and
twisted the sensitive pink bud and while her other hand slipped down over her
trim stomach.
Gliding over her bellybutton, her nails toyed with the elastic band of her
panties, peeking under them to rub her pelvis only to pull back before
venturing too far. Her seductive smile then grew when she saw him watching her,
and that teasing hand slid further down into the strangely plane white cotton
panties she wore, her thighs parting to reveal the outline of her mound pressed
against the strained fabric, as well as the outline of her fingers clearly
visible tracing over the sensitive flesh until she was cupping it, one finger
slid in.
In his mind, he could hear her voice calling out to him between panting
breaths, her moans of pleasure and need almost…familiar. Finally, after what
seemed like forever, her hand emerged, the fingers coated with a clear sticky
essence that dribbled from their tips just as the precum was from his cock.
The slick juice coated fingers then moved upwards, past the swell of her hips
and her soft padded stomach, over her large heaving breasts until finally it
reached her lips…and for the first time since she had lay before him he saw her
face.
Not the face of the Nuka-Cola poster girl, but a face he knew all too well, the
face of his older sister!
As soon as her face appeared, he would have stopped immediately were it not for
the deep throb of pleasure that echoed through his loins as in his mind's eye
he watched her delicate pink tongue lap up the sticky mess from one finger
after the next. As horrified as he was from the spectacle, it wasn't enough for
him to relinquish the firm grip he had on his member. Not yet at least.
Recoiling for a moment, his mind flashed to the memory of the perfectly clear
view he had seen just a few minutes earlier. Her pale thighs, the visible
outline of her lips pressed against the thin cotton of her panties, the smooth
flawless skin of her breasts as they bounced and shook before his very eyes.
Before he knew it, the flood that had been building in his overstuffed balls
came charging out of him and onto the shower stall floor.
Gasping, one hand pressed against the slick tiled wall as he struggled to keep
himself upright. Meanwhile, pulse after pulse of creamy jizz fired from the tip
of his swollen head, only to circle the drain and disappear forever.
When it finally ended Tomas was panting, struggling for breath while his body
continued to shudder with pleasure. The delightful afterglow tingled throughout
his body while he gave his still hard member a few last tugs before letting it
fall between his legs. Washing his hand in the spray he stood upright, only to
flinch.
Ignoring the fact that he'd just jacked off while thinking about his sister,
Tomas was too annoyed to even think of processing that trip to the therapist.
At the moment, he was more focused on his dick, which was still standing just
as ridged and hard as before. The throbbing ach that had already been keeping
him up at night was now even worse. Once again, his little stress relief
session only seemed to have made him even more stressed.
Just as Tomas was considering a second attempt, a loud bang crashed against the
door. "Hey!" his sister's voice yelled over the roar of the shower. Considering
what he had he just been thinking about concerning her, panic ensued.
"Are you gonna be in there all day? I gotta get ready too ya know?" she pounded
her fist one more time before stalking off to wait. Not nearly as urgent as she
sounded, what she wasn't saying was that she was more worried about there being
any hot water left for her to use. The Vault had a perfect system in place for
water reclamation, but like any other shower, the hot water wasn't infinite as
the family of three had learned.
"Y-Yea," he stuttered, turning off the water as soon as his shaking hands could
manage. As soon as the water stopped, he jumped out of the stall, patting
himself dry with a nearby towel. "Just… just a second!"
He knew it was stupid, and entirely unreasonable, but right then; all he could
think about was that his sister somehow knew what he had just done, and just
who it was he had been thinking about when he did. Feeling his heart pound in
his chest, he dried himself as quickly as he could before reaching for a fresh
set of clothing.
When he opened the door his sister was waiting for him, arms crossed under her
impressive assets and unintentionally giving him a rather clear view of her
cleavage. "What?" she asked, curling her face at his twitchiness. Eyes opened
wide, he just stood there in silence, mouth open and a half formed smile on his
face as though he were trying to laugh it off.
"Whatever," she sighed, rolling her eyes before pushing past him. Following her
with his eyes, he received a firm shove between his shoulders before the door
slammed shut behind him. Turning around, his cheeks burned bright red.
'Great, not being able to talk to girls is one thing. But now I'm gonna be a
freak around my own sister?' Wanting to punch something, Tomas just sighed
dramatically before grabbing the bag he'd been given for school and moving
towards the door.
As horrifying as it was to think about facing the Vault full of women, the
thought of seeing his sister again fresh out of the shower lit a fire under his
ass so hot he didn't even notice the tent still poking the front of his
jumpsuit. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be until about halfway to class before he
was able to correct the ailment.
With his face still burning by the time he sat down in his seat, the young boy
tried to not to think about just how many women had seen him walking around the
hallways with his boner standing as tall and proud as any flagpole could hope
to be. Facedown and resisting the urge to hit his head on the desk, Tomas could
still hear the whispering giggles of the teenage girls around him. Though not
as bad as his first outing, it was still obvious that he was the center of
attention.
The classroom looked, surprisingly, like a normal classroom. Maps and charts
covered most of the walls, and in the far corner he could see bookcases filled
texts they would no doubt be studying throughout the year. Even the desks,
small and uncomfortable as they were, seemed to have been ripped from an
everyday high school.
Despite a distinct lack of windows and grey metal walls in every direction, it
could be mistaken for any one of the many that had kept him for the better part
of his life. Vault-Tec really had thought of everything, which only made their
monumental oversight that much more frustrating.
Keeping a hand on his head, Tomas dared to take a small peek from his seat.
What he saw wasn't very comforting.
Sat in the very center of the room, empty desks surrounded him in a way too
obvious to be a coincidence. At the very edge a few girls could be seen
sitting, but were all turned to face away from his direction. For the girls who
couldn't find a seat far enough away, they stood along the walls whispering and
glancing at him every chance they felt they could get away with.
He officially wanted to die.
Getting ready to slam his head on the desk and leave it there until graduation,
Tomas heard footsteps approaching. He was resigned to ignore them completely,
until a voice broke through the whispers surrounding him.
"T-Tommy?"
The surprise at being addressed at all was almost enough to miss the familiar
voice. But looking up, he could never mistake the brash and tempered tone that
had tormented him well throughout his life.
"Camille?!" The rest of the room forgotten, Tomas felt his heart stop at the
sight of his childhood friend standing in the middle of the room beside him.
Before he could blink she was on him, wrapping her arms around him so tight he
thought his neck might snap.
Camille Lopez, the girl whose family had moved across the street when he was
five. He'd been just as much a spaz around girls back then as he was now, but
it hadn't stopped them from becoming good friends and forming a bond that had
lasted into the decade that followed. Just seeing her, and knowing that she and
her family had somehow made it into the Vault was more than anything he could
have hoped for.
"W-What are you doing here?" he asked, tears blurring his vision for the first
time since arriving in pure unbridled joy. Giving a laugh, the young man pried
himself from her arms to get another look at her.
Smiling down at him, she was just as emotional as he was, wiping a trail of
tears from her cheek with the back of her hand. Tomas took the chance to commit
the sight of his friend to memory once more.
Her father's Mexican heritage heavily dominated her features; from dark brown
eyes that twinkled with joy to the matching smile that threatened to split her
deep olive skinned cheeks. All this was framed by a thin curly cut ending just
along her jaw line.
She was just as he had last seen her, though now dressed in the familiar Vault-
Tec jumpsuit.
"M-my, granddad," Camille stuttered through her tears. Releasing another joyous
laugh, she let him go and stepped back so they could talk like they always had.
"He had connections with the government, and managed to get me, mom, and
Paulina a spot through a friend. I didn't even know about it, but mom told me
it's why we moved here." Paulina being her younger sister of several years, he
was glad to hear she had made it. "Well, dad was with us too until…" She
stopped, some of the excitement in her eyes dimming at the memory of her late
father's death. Just as quickly as it came up she made an effort to push the
thoughts from her mind and smile at her friend.
"What about you?" Before he could defend himself, the young man was treated to
one of Camille's affectionate punches. Which in actuality were just excuses for
smacking the crap out of him whenever she felt the need. This time, he didn't
even care.
"Owe!" Much.
"I don't know?" he confessed, rubbing his chest where she had just punched him.
"My mom just, drove us here when the sirens went off then showed the guards
that weird necklace she never takes off and they let us in." Shaking his head,
Tomas shrugged his shoulders. "She told us a few days ago that she won some
kind of lottery and it came with the house, it's why we moved out here after I
was born, but she never said anything about this," finishing his story Tomas
just smiled, once again relieved in having his best friend back.
"Okay everyone!" a slightly older voice interrupted their reunion. "Please take
your seats, class is about to begin." Looking away from Camille to the source
of the voice, Tomas saw a woman who, while older than any of the girls in the
class, didn't appear to be that much older than his sister.
Taller than average, she had a very angular face with a sharp jaw and high
cheekbones. A uniform of pitch black hair pulled strictly towards the back of
her head. Causing her features stand out even more than usual against her pale
complexion. Though her expression was pleasant enough, she held a distinctly
cold aura about her. Though being perfectly honest her face was not where Tomas
found his eyes drawn to.
As if her intimidating features weren't enough to draw his attention, her body
was better than any pinup he'd ever seen. She was… blessed, as his mother would
say. Nothing impossibly large but Mother Nature had gifted her with ample
incentive to draw men in for all the good it did her here. Even through the
multiple layers, there was a definite wobble that never seemed to stop, only
making it even harder to look anywhere else.
Smiling to everyone, her eyes stopped on him and she paused mid step. The
wobble bounced when she did.
It lasted only a second, but it was long enough for Tomas to remember the
situation he was in. And while seeing Camille again had almost given him a
sense of normalcy for the first time in weeks, every ounce of joy and cheer
that had begun to bud within him died in a blossom of dread and self loathing
as he looked around and watched the girls rush for the desks farthest from him.
Camille excluded, he was given a front row seat to watch the downtrodden and
downright fearful expressions of those forced to sit near him.
Lifting some folders from her own bag and shifting the papers on her desk, the
women he could only assume would be their teacher looked entirely unfazed by
the room of teenagers staring back at her. She touched the tight professional
bun holding her long, black strands in place and scanned the room, almost as
though she were trying to commit their faces to memory. It wasn't until she
looked up at the clock that she turned her smile back to the class and began to
speak.
"I guess, I should start with greeting each of you and saying how much I am
looking forward to getting to know you all over the next year. I would ask that
you please refer to me as Missus Green," pausing she gave a warm gentle smile
to the class, the kind that was meant to calm and be soothing. Her tone was
level and practiced. Whatever she did before the bombs dropped, it was clear
she was used to speaking professionally. Leaning back in his chair, Tomas tried
to listen to what she was saying, but found it difficult to look her directly
in the eye. Her cool blue orbs were almost clinical in the way she was
surveying them. "I am looking forward to our time together," she went on, "but
first, I think I should address what each of you are probably thinking." Taking
a breath, her smile disappeared.
"The world, at least as we knew it, is dead. Over. Destroyed," she declared so
bluntly that even the scattered whispers that had been fluttering throughout
the room died instantly. If she noticed this however she didn't let it show.
"Everyone you knew outside this Vault, most likely everyone you knew in general
has been killed. Or at least, put in a position where death will find them
soon." Again, she paused. "And here you are… back in high school," she laughed
under her breath but no one else was brave enough to do the same.
"I know at least a few of you are less than pleased to find yourselves here.
Some of you may even have been forced. The world has just ended and you're
stuck here, learning history and math, and other things that seem entirely
pointless in the grand scheme of things. I understand that, and in your
position I would even agree. But I am here to tell you, that it is not
pointless, if anything it is among the most important things you will ever do
in your lifetime. Despite what happened, you are still here. You survived and
it is your responsibility to learn everything that humanity worked so hard to
create so that you can pass it on to the next generation."
Finally, her big blue eyes crinkled with her smile. "You may think now that the
world has ended, but you need to know that is not true, not as long as we
continue to live, not as long as we survive. As long as we continue to live,
and continue to remember, the world as we knew it has not ended. So you need to
work harder than ever to make sure who we are, and all that we have
accomplished isn't lost. That is the price of survival."
Tomas couldn't help but feel her eyes settle on him and hesitate before moving
on. But before he could dwell on the image for long, she reached into her bag,
only to pull out a book.
"Now that we have talked for a bit, who here has read Hamlet?"
What followed turned out to be a surprisingly normal class despite the
obviously disturbing way it had begun. Tomas just sat in his seat, took notes
and if he focused, could even forget about the recent global apocalypse.
Mrs. Green even turned out to be pretty cool. She didn't make class a rock
concert or anything, but he managed to make it through an entire lesson on
classical literature without falling asleep. And that was saying something.
When everything was said and done, he had to admit the day could have gone a
lot worse.
The bell for lunch rang halfway through a lecture on the history of the early
American colonies; something he was thankful for as he never really cared much
for history. And while he could have simply returned to his families'
dormitory, he decided that he would much rather follow his friend to the
cafeteria and continue catching up.
He and Camille were about to leave when someone stopped them. "Tomas?" the
teacher called out just as they were out the door. Turning, the pair spotted
the women leaning against her desk with a smile painted on her face. "Would you
mind staying for a bit? I was hoping we could discuss something privately."
Blinking in surprise, he looked to his friend to find her raising an eyebrow.
Not knowing any reason why he should refuse, he hesitantly nodded.
"I'll… catch up, just save me a seat okay?" he nodded toward Camille, who
shifted her queer gaze to the teacher before moving back to him.
"Kaaaaay." Giving him a look he didn't recognize, he watched her disappear down
the long metal hallway before turning back to Mrs. Green.
"Um, what's up?" he offered, nearing her desk but keeping a few steps of space
between them. This proved to be a fruitless effort however. As soon as he
stopped she crossed the remaining distance until her voluptuous form stood
within arm's reach. "Do you… need anything?"
"I just wanted to say hello, personally." Her calm expression lifted with a
smile. The corner of her lips rose only slightly, but the effect was impossible
to ignore. "I'm happy to have you in my class, but I also hope we can become
good friends." Seemingly genuine, Tomas couldn't shake the intense focus of her
gaze as she watched him, waiting for him to respond. He did so cautiously.
"Thank you?" he tried. The sudden proposal felt odd and left him more than a
little nervous. As nice as she was being, he couldn't help but still feel
intimidated by the older woman. Her sharp eyes and piercing gaze insured that
no matter how warm and friendly she might have seemed, he couldn't quite shake
the feeling of being a particularly interesting bug under a microscope.
Whatever he was expecting to happen next, it wasn't his teacher reaching out
and laying her hand on his chest.
"Look, I know this is not easy for you," she spoke with a soft caring tone, but
her eyes were just as cold as before. He could almost imagine himself slowly
becoming incased in ice despite the warmth of her touch. "All this
responsibility and pressure, it must get hard." Unable to say anything, Tomas
just nodded his head, his eyes focused on the sight of her hand still touching
him.
She made a concerned noise. "I could not imagine what it must be like for you."
To his surprise, he found himself disappointed when she removed her hand. The
soft heat that it left was almost cold in comparison.
"Well, I just want to say that if there is anything I can do to help, please
just let me know okay? I may have been a psychiatrist before all this, but I
asked to be a teacher because I care about you children. I want to do
everything in my power to make sure each of you get everything you need.
Understand?" And while he didn't, Tomas still made sure to nod his head, which
caused the kind woman to flash her teeth once again.
"Well, I won't keep you waiting any longer. But thank you for taking the time
to talk with me. I… hope we can do this again sometime." Brushing a hand over
her ear, she coyly tucked a stray strand of hair away.
"Okay!" Tomas nearly shouted, only to flinch at the volume. Thankfully Mrs.
Green answered with a smile, laughter tinkling like bells passing across her
lips. Before he could do anything else to embarrass himself he quickly left the
room, unaware of his teacher's eyes following him the entire way.
Disappearing around a corner, the sight of Camille standing casually against a
wall was almost enough to make his already panicking heart jump out of his
chest. He must have taken longer than he thought.
Skidding to a stop, she watched him; her expression looking more bored than
anything else. Compared to his own wide eyed face, it was comical at best.
Without so much a word, the teenage girl simply shook her head before moving
from her place to walk down the hall. Tomas hesitantly followed after her.
It was fairly easy to find the cafeteria thanks to the clamor of so many
voices. Wandering in, Tomas and Camille were able to get their food before
finding a table hidden in the very back corner of the room. It was only once
they were seated, trays of food set in front of them that Camille finally
spoke.
"So how was the sex?"
Drinking a Nuka-Cola at that very moment, the young man had to stop himself
from spewing a mouthful of soda all over his friend, something she no doubt
appreciated. Nevertheless, pounding his chest with his fist he had to fight to
catch his breath.
"What the hell?" he shot his friend a crazed look. If she was at all apologetic
for her blunt words, she didn't show it. In fact, narrowing his eyes, Tomas
could swear he saw a hint of amusement dancing across her features, like a
spark just waiting to find something it could catch aflame. "I don't know what
you're talking about," he swore. This prompted a dramatic roll of Camille's
eyes.
"Please," she grinned, and then went as far as giving his shin a playful kick
underneath the table. "Don't think I don't know what you were up to." Offering
him a cheeky grin Tomas squirmed at her insinuations.
"Oh come on," he grumbled, pushing his tray away. It was a childish move, but
after everything that has been happening, he felt he earned it. Camille choked
back a laugh.
"I was at that stupid briefing thing too you know," she reminded him through a
mouthful of food. Unlike Tomas, the young woman had no trouble eating. But then
again she had always been like that. Nothing had ever seemed to surprise her or
faze her. It was weird when they were younger, but now Tomas just found it
annoying.
"The one where they explained how you were gonna be pumping us full of ankle-
biters?" she went on. Smacking her lips, she dropped her french-fry to look him
dead in the eye. "When should I be expecting you by the way? I mean, are you
free tonight, or do you already have another five chicks lined up? I know they
said anyone you approached had to bend over or whatever, but is there a
schedule they haven't told me about or do I need to get on some waiting list?"
Raising her eyebrows expectantly, it was only because of how well he knew her
that Tomas was sure she was being one hundred present sarcastic. "Just want a
heads up, you know? Motherhood and all that." Not much in the mood for her
sense of humor, he just glared.
"Why was I happy to see you again?" he growled before pushing his tray of food
away completely. Tomas didn't wait for her to answer, simply meeting the table
with his head while he rested. Camille, not entirely heartless, gave a small
sigh before begrudgingly running her hand over his hair.
"There-there." After a few seconds the young man let out a sigh. Lifting his
head and glancing at his friend, happy in spite of it all to have her with him.
He couldn't imagine sitting here without her. And seeing her return the
expression, he knew she must feel the same.
"What's the problem anyway?" she challenged. "Like, any guy on the planet would
kill to be you right now. What's so scary about a little vagina?" her crass
words forced a pinched expression on her friend's face, causing her to in turn
release a long laugh. Happy to have the tension lifted somewhat, she bumped him
with her knee. "Huh?"
He chose to remain silent, internally struggling with the decision to open up.
Finally, after a few seconds he sat up straight.
"I-I've never done it before!" he admitted, surprising no one, "and now I'm
supposed to just walk up to a girl and ask them to have sex with me? What the
hell do I even say?"- 'Hey, you're looking pretty today. Would you be the
mother of my child?' -That's crazy!" and giving his friend an exasperated look,
she had to stop herself from laughing at his obvious distress. "I couldn't even
ask Molly Auburn on a date…"
"Tommy," she smirked, "you gotta learn how to talk to girls other than me
sometime. Especially if you're gonna populate the entire Vault, or whatever.
That's gonna be pretty hard if all you can manage is to stare at them with your
mouth open," she paused to take a bite.
Staying silent for another handful of seconds, Tomas stared into his hands
thinking over his friend's words. He couldn't ignore this forever, he was smart
enough to know that much. And even if it was only to get his own sister out of
his mind, he really, really needed to.
"You think it will be okay?" he asked, completely serious.
"Sure." she shrugged. "I mean, it's just sex. Not all that complicated. Even a
bonehead like you can figure out eventually." Then, before he could enjoy the
moment for any length of time, he watched her expression turn snide. "Besides,
have you ever considered the fact that you are literally the last man on earth?
The last one any of us will ever see anyways. So unless half the Vault suddenly
decides to start eating carpet, you have pretty good odds" this resulted in
Tomas palming his face, if only to hide the begrudging smile that only Camille
could manage to bring him.
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***** Education *****
 
A/N: Warning for this chapter, expect explicit content. For those of you who
have come for that, enjoy.
Tag(s): Fondling, Fingering, Cow-Girl, Missionary, Sex-Education.
Beta: Lords of Ember Celica
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                             Chapter 3 – Education
By the time they returned to class both friends were back normal and their
serious talk had been forgotten. Tomas had always been on the anxious side, so
Camille had always tried to distract him and draw him out. Whereas he would
dwell on something for hours at a time she was always fearless, forging on
without looking back or pause.
Others were still trickling in when they arrived, but what they saw left both
with raised eyebrows. Though Tomas had something else rise as well.
There, at her desk, Mrs. Green sat just as composed as she had been before
shuffling through a pile of papers. What caught the pair’s attention, however,
was how the top half of her jumpsuit had been peeled down and tied around her
waist. Consequently, her already straining bust could be seen spilling out from
the cups of her plain bra into her white tank top, the impressive weight of
which forced the neckline of the thin cloth even lower than its normal plunging
state. Resulting in very intimate greeting to each and every student walking
into the room. It might have been his imagination, but Tomas could have sworn
she leaned forward a bit more when he walked past her desk, causing the already
bottomless valley to swell and grow.
Camille shot Tomas a sidelong glance before rolling her eyes. He turned his
surprised expression on her and watched the teenage girl walk on without him to
her seat, quickly following after her.
It wasn't long after this that more and more of the class returned. Just like
before the bombs fell, nobody was ever eager to return to class after lunch.
Some things never changed. It was only once the entire class had made it back,
and was seated, that Mrs. Green looked up, her blue eyes twinkling.
"I hope you don't mind if I try and cool off a bit," she smiled at the throng
of students; though her eyes seemed to focus in his direction. "Having so many
people in such a small room tends to make things a bit stuffy, wouldn't you
agree?" Pausing she then continued, "I may be strict, but I am also fair, so if
any of you desire please feel free to do the same. I know it's going to take
some time before we're all used to these,” she gestured to the elastic blue and
yellow suit, “so until they either adjust the thermostat or provide uniforms
that actually fit, I will not be enforcing the Vault wide dress code within my
class." She made a point to pull on her neckline, straining it even further.
"Now, everyone turn to page five of your geometry textbook and let's get
started." Then, as though she wasn't displaying herself to a room of sixteen
year olds, she continued with class as if everything was normal.
Trying to follow along with the rest of his classmates, Tomas' eyes were
inescapably drawn to the mounds of flesh bouncing and bobbing before him. His
teenage brain was almost overloaded from the naked skin peeking through the
thin material. Making things even worse, or better depending on your point of
view, she wasn't the kind of teacher that just sat behind her desk and
lectured. Rather, she actively walked through the rows and columns of desks,
reading from her book and personally seeing to any student needing help.
Tomas had to stop his dick from pressing against the bottom of his cold metal
desk at this point, pressing his hand under the only cover shielding him from
the embarrassment of the entire class seeing his massive boner. It was so bad
he didn't even notice her approach, too busy focusing on how her erect nipples
were tracing small circles through the front of her shirt.
"Tomas?" The sound of his name being called snapped him from his trance.
Blinking, his eyes raised from her glorious breasts, only to find her standing
right before him. "Is everything all right? You seem… uncomfortable."
"Just, uh… having trouble with example three," burying his heated face in the
pages, he tried to back up his lie by staring intently at the confusing script.
The room was so quiet he could almost hear the older woman's heartbeat.
To his left, he caught sight of Camille staring directly at him, a long
expression on her face. Lids drawn to half mast and lips in a narrow line, she
simply shook her head, somehow disappointed in his stupidity. Mrs. Green made
no immediate comment, but stared with consideration.
"Then why don't you stay after class for a bit?" the teacher finally answered
with a calm and measured tone. For a single terrifying moment, Tomas felt his
insides melt at the sensation of her hand meeting the broad surface of his
back. She turned to face the rest of the class, her hand moving from his back
up to his neck. "This offer is open to anyone who feels they need some help
with my class. It doesn't matter if it's the first day of class or the last. If
you ever feel that you are falling behind or just want a little extra
attention," Tomas felt her hand squeeze ever so slightly, "do not be afraid to
ask for my assistance. I'm free any time."
Being in high school, nobody else in the class seemed too eager at the thought
of staying in class longer than was absolutely necessary. Mrs. Green didn't pay
their blank or even outright repulsed expressions any mind and continued to
walk through the row, her hand leaving his person only at the last second. He
tried not to read into that.
If anyone else thought their teacher was behaving strangely, they didn't show
it. Rather, none of the girl's in class so much as looked in his direction. It
was as though, in the wake of being forced to be around him, they would rather
ignore his existence than persist in their active disgust and fear. And
strangely, Tomas found he preferred it this way as well. At least it was
familiar, almost identical to how things used to be.
The rest of class seemed to pass without issue. Despite his raging erection
still throbbing beneath his desk, he forced his focus and attention on the
pages of his book to dissuade any untoward ideas his eyes might have. Suffice
to say, when the bell finally did ring, he looked up at his teacher unsure what
to think.
"What's going on?" he whispered desperately to his friend. All around them the
other girls were gathering their things and getting ready to leave. Camille was
doing the same while sending her friend a look that clearly questioned his
intelligence.
"Pretty sure the Overseer decided you needed some help getting started," she
answered flatly, filling her bag with her new textbooks. Tomas stared at her
blankly.
"The Overseer?" his face tightened. Then, like a light bulb had clicked on, his
face lifted with illumination. His eyes glanced towards Mrs. Green. "W-wait!
You think the Overseer asked her to…" he couldn't finish the sentence. Camille,
meanwhile, couldn't help but smirk.
"Nooo," she smiled, "all thirty year-old women throw themselves at sixteen year
old boys." Finally she looked up with mirth in her eyes. "Come on, even you
can't be that stupid." Tomas began to panic.
"W-Wait!" Speaking entirely too loud, Tomas had to stop and look around; making
sure no one was looking in their direction, especially said teacher. Once he
was sure, Tomas ducked his head before continuing. "Wait!" he whispered
harshly. "What the hell? What am I supposed to do?" If Camille shared any
compassion for her friend, now was the time he was depending on her most.
"Do it," she answered bluntly. Grabbing the last of her things, she hefted the
bag over her shoulder before slipping her arms through its straps. "You've done
nothing but freak out about how to approach a girl for as long as I've known
you, and now you have one approaching you." She cast her friend a look over her
shoulder, her expression neutral but her eyes slightly forced. "Just… go with
the flow and try and take notes I guess." She couldn't help but smirk at that,
even as Tomas glared at her in return.
"Have fuuuun," she sang just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. This
left Tomas floundering, heat rising to his cheeks as he watched the last few
girls cast him strange looks. He dared not look at Mrs. Green.
For a moment he hated his friend, hated how she could be so casual about all
this. The way she talked about having sex, it was so flippant. For a moment, he
couldn't help but wonder if she herself had ever gone that far. This led to him
shaking his head almost immediately. He was her best friend, if something as
big as that were to ever happen he would surly know about it. And smiling the
nagging thought off, he tried to ignore the weird sensation it left in his
stomach. Thankfully, Mrs. Green was an excellent distraction.
"Tom," she walked up as he was about to get up, her smile as brilliant as ever,
and hair still brushing the line of her jaw as she tucked a stray lock behind
her ear. "May I call you that?" she asked, "Tom?"
Now that he knew what was going on, and why his teacher was acting so strange,
Tomas felt even more nervous than before. Remembering Camille's parting words,
he tried not to panic. "Ah, sure, it's o-okay. I mean, if you want." His mouth
seemed to betray him, at this most vital of moments. His ears burned with the
warmth in his face.
"Great," she answered with a smile. "Now Tom, bring your book to my desk, and
I'll see what I can do to help you with, example three?" Tomas nervously nodded
his head until what she had said registered, and then shook his head as quickly
as he could.
Hand still pressed beneath the desk, his erection was standing as straight and
proud as ever. A fact that would become immediately apparent should he so much
as attempt to stand. He fought the urge to groan with irritation.
"Is something wrong?" she asked. Though no concern was evident in her tone,
rather, Tomas couldn't help but feel she already knew exactly what was
happening. She had the look about her like she was used to being in control.
Eyes rising up to meet hers, he could just see the beginnings of a smirk pull
at her pleasant expression.
Tomas didn't answer; unsure what to say that could explain his current
predicament without him dying of embarrassment. Finally, Mrs. Green spoke in a
kind, almost understanding tone. "How about I just help you from here?" Before
Tomas could sigh in relief, his eyes widened at the sight of his teacher
leaning over to look at his book, the full weight of her breasts bearing down
on her bra and tank top to expose the glorious sight of her cleavage.
The poor boy could see the straps holding back the mammoth breasts straining to
hold them in place. It seemed as though they could snap at any second,
releasing the full bounty they protected from his gaze. This of course only
made him stare even harder, as though he could will it to happen. It wasn't
until a full minute passed that he noticed a change in the room, only to blink
and realize the teacher had stopped talking entirely.
He looked up with a start, only to find Mrs. Green watching him openly ogle her
exposed cleavage. Part of him immediately felt the need to jump and explain
himself, if only to avoid a heated talking to. But it was the fact that her
expression remained passive that held his tongue. Rather, he couldn't speak at
all.
Seeing that Tomas had escaped the hypnotizing view of her breasts, Mrs. Green
smiled, drawing his gaze to her face where she could watch him. He seemed
scared, confused, and of course, brimming with teenage lust. It wasn't the
first time she had to stop herself from reaching out to touch him. But
hopefully, it would be the last.
"Tom," she spoke, her voice deeper than it had been during class. Blinking
owlishly, the young man continued to stare up at her with a nervous swallow,
straining to avoid the offered fruits of flesh dangling before his face. "You
seem… distracted," she finally continued. "Maybe it would be best if we
switched subjects for a bit?" Licking his dry lips, Tomas couldn't manage so
much as a nod.
Standing up straight, Mrs. Green watched his gaze flicker to her chest before
returning to her eyes. Reaching out, her fingers wrapped around the hand that
wasn't under his desk and motioned to pull him to his feet. He resisted of
course, his erection now worse than ever. But after a forceful tug the thirty
year old teacher managed to force him in his dazzled state and pull him to his
feet.
The young man didn't need to look down to know the front of his jumpsuit was
now tented worse than any circus. However, Mrs. Green didn't seem to mind.
Glancing down, a sort of mirth twinkled in her eyes. As much as he wanted to
cover himself in some way, the older woman didn't give him the chance. And
soon, Tomas found himself standing next to his teacher's desk while she seated
herself on the sturdy wooden surface.
"Everyone has been dealing with a lot this month; we are all still trying to
just pick up the pieces of our lives. After losing so many friends and family,
we then have the added stresses of trying to survive and move on." Mrs. Green
spoke, surprising Tomas as her hand reached out to clasp his shoulder, then
began massaging the tense muscles beneath her fingers. A delightful tingle
spread out from the contact. "I understand you, especially, have been having
some difficulty. Why don't you tell me a bit about what's been troubling you?"
Finally Tomas managed to collect himself enough to form a sentence. "Did the
Overseer ask you to do this?" he asked nervously. Eyes turned toward the wall,
he couldn't hide the discomfort on his face. The way he fidgeted made it too
obvious how much he wanted to run away, like a frightened rabbit he just wanted
to get back to his burrow and hide. "She promised she wouldn't do this, that…
that I could pick who I wanted myself." Her hand moved up from his shoulder to
his cheek, turning him to face her. Still reluctant, he eventually gave in.
Her expression remained passive, a gentle compassion lying underneath the
surface. Surprised, Tomas had expected her to laugh or maybe threaten him, say
that he was taking too long to do what he'd promised to do. Instead she just
stroked his cheek, calming his anxiety with her tender touch.
"The Overseer did not send me," she answered calmly. Moving her hand down his
face to his neck, she touched the zipper at his collar and rolled the tag of
metal between her fingers. This surprised Tomas, so much so he didn't think to
question her interest with his jumpsuit.
"S-she didn't?" Blinking in astonishment, he felt his brow furl in confusion.
Surely she wasn't just attracted to teenage boys, right? He wasn't stupid; he
knew that kind of thing did happen, rarely, but something about Mrs. Green just
didn't fit with that image. Looking back at the woman, his eyes remained wary;
unsure if he should trust her. The teacher could see this and simply sighed.
"No…however, your mother did speak with me after I submitted my request for
this position. She had some concerns about your stress…" If Tomas was expecting
anything to happen, this wasn't it. Taking a step back, he couldn't help but
gawk.
"My mom sent you?!" If there was any moment that the teacher appeared at all
sheepish, it was then.
"Tom, I applied for this knowing full well that you would be in my class. She
understood my intentions and simply requested that I take the time to help you
and answer any questions you had. I was at no point…solicited if that is what
you are implying. Neither was I recruited, drafted, pressed, pressured, or
threatened in any way." He continued to watch her carefully, and after a few
seconds she gave in, a sigh falling from her lips.
Tomas felt his cheeks burning like never before. It was one thing to be
manipulated by the Overseer, but to be set up with his teacher by his mom? It
didn't get any more embarrassing than that. Though, he couldn't help but still
feel the need to ask about one thing she had mentioned, "Intentions?"
Mrs. Green didn't say anything but offered him a very obvious smile. Suddenly
her hand felt much warmer and she giggled at his expression.
"Oh, come on," she smiled. "It's not that bad." Despite her promise, Tomas
couldn't help but feel otherwise.
"You sure?" he groaned, his posture slumped as he struggled to keep upright.
"Because if you ask me, when your mom needs to talk to girls for you, that's as
bad as it gets." This comment earned him a small chuckle from the lady, almost
making up for this horror of a moment.
"I already told you, she approached me knowing what my intentions were. I am
here because I wanted to be here, not just as a teacher, but as your teacher."
Seeing and feeling him tense under her eyes and fingers, she decided to tone
things down for the time being.
So, she smiled and leaned back away from him slightly, knowing he felt cornered
and that wouldn't get them anywhere, not willingly anyways. "I am not going to
do anything you don't want me to, I promise. Perhaps there is already a girl
you have plans for? Someone that has your eye? I could help you with that
instead if you would prefer. You seem to get along with, Camille I believe it
was?"
Tomas chewed the inside of lip for a moment, reluctant to answer. "Not really,"
he grumbled under his breath. Giving a pinched expression, he bounced from foot
to foot, uncertainty bleeding through his veins. In fact, he was about as far
from approaching a girl as could be expected "But… I mean, you really agreed to
show me how to…?" kicking his foot, he tried to look away.
"Tom," his name dripped like honey from her lips. "There is nothing to be
embarrassed about. You are still a growing young man, one who simply hasn't had
the chance to experience this part of life yet. It is no different from
anything else that is new, be it driving a car for the first time or moving out
from your parent’s home. Anything and everything can be scary when it's new, or
different from what we are comfortable with."
He didn't believe her for a minute. How could he after an entire life of
hearing otherwise? For her to be so casual about something like this, to say it
was normal, almost implying that it was easy? Nevertheless, he forced himself
to say what he said next, knowing he would never have an opportunity like this
again. "You'll really teach me how to…have sex?"
The corner of Mrs. Green's eyes crinkled with laughter but otherwise she was
smiling encouragingly. "Of course!" and seeing the question on his face, she
answered without prompt. "I may not have the most experience in the Vault, but
I certainly know enough to get you started."
"But…" his features twisted, "aren't you worried about b-babies?" That single
word seemed to burn him with the amount of effort it took to force through his
lips. Mrs. Green however accepted it as if it were perfectly normal, even
smiling at his shy demeanor.
"Tom," she spoke, moving off the desk to stand, her sapphire gaze lowered to
meet his. "After the bombs fell and I found myself locked in this metal box, I
was not exactly in a very good place, mentally or emotionally." This admission
came with a brief expression of shame, Tomas couldn't help but notice her
twisting the wedding ring still adorning her left hand; the same way his mother
did when she was deep in thought. "I had not only lost my career, my home, my
friends, and my family…I lost my husband.”
“The man I had loved since I was a little older than you, and who shared his
life with me for the last twenty years was gone in the blink of an eye. More
than losing my parents, my sister, my nieces and nephew, I had lost the most
important person in my life. I honestly didn't know how to go on." This threw
him more than anything that had been said that day, earning him a small smile
from the older woman.
"I believe every word I said this morning to the class, Tom. I believe in what
the Overseer told us in the cafeteria. Her words reached me when I was at my
darkest, and lowest point. When I didn't know why I was going to keep living
day after day, she gave me a purpose in this world. She gave all of us a
purpose." Staring at him, the older woman's blue eyes held a kind of fanaticism
that unnerved the teenage boy. It spoke of unwavering trust and faith that what
she was saying was right.
While he knew why the Overseer needed to convince the women of the Vault to go
along with their plan, it didn't mean he was gullible enough to believe her
words of honor and sacrifice. His teacher on the other hand seemed all too
ready to latch onto the honeyed words.
"We all have our part to play in this Vault," she continued, her expression
only growing in joy. "And if I can help you fulfill yours while doing my part
to usher in the next generation, what more could I ask for?"
Tomas stared at her for a long moment, still not entirely convinced. However,
he couldn't deny she seemed to have accepted any consequences that may occur,
and he really did need someone who was willing to show him how to have sex
without looking like an idiot. From what he could tell, she wouldn't care if he
didn't know what he was doing, so long as she was doing her 'duty for the
future of the Vault'. Maybe this was his best chance? Tomas shook his head,
knowing that wasn't true. She was his only chance.
"Okay…" Tomas finally folded, his eyes shyly glancing at her encouraging smile.
"What should I do first, ah, Mrs. Green?" he shifted, foot from foot trying to
shake his nerves.
Smiling brighter than ever before, the woman seemed to show her
first genuine emotion. "Abigail, please! I believe we are going to be a little
too intimate for Mrs. Green. And don't worry, it is mostly instinct. All I am
going to do is give you a little confidence, and let you explore a bit so you
know what to expect." This sentence alone was enough to get his heart pounding
and loins flooding heated blood. "But first," Abigail paused, "I need to know
how far have you gone with a girl? Do you know how to kiss?"
Blushing, Tomas recalled the one and only time he had ever kissed a girl. And
even then, he doubted the small peck he'd received from Camille's little sister
counted. "Not… really?" he admitted. Abigail then surprised him by moving
closer.
"Okay Tom, just look into in my eyes." Standing in front of him, the older
woman took his hands and guided them carefully to her trim waist, pressing them
with her own to make sure he got to message. Hands on each side, he felt his
heart lurch at the sensation of her softness and the gentle heat seeping
through her fingers.
"For now I want you to just hold your hands here and focus on what you want
when we kiss. And don't be afraid; feel free to try anything you think is
right. I will guide you once we get started. Are you ready?"
Heart beating fast, Tomas felt her closing the space between them until his
erection was pressed against her leg. She paid this no mind, instead she slowly
leaned towards him so that her face was about to meet his. There was only
enough time for him to lick his lips once before feeling the warm silky texture
of her lips meeting his.
It was just a little bit awkward, her being so much taller than him meant he
had to tilt his neck back. Never before had he imagined having to stretch up
for his first kiss. But once he got past that, he found himself quickly
enjoying the older woman's presence.
The first thought to cross his mind was how warm her lips were. Given the heat
seeping into his fingers and palms the young man shouldn't have been surprised.
It was pleasant and after a few seconds of holding that position, he felt her
lips begin to move, swallowing and sucking on his bottom lip just long enough
to feel it slide out. She repeat this motion twice more, until Tomas realized
what she was doing.
He tried to mimic her, feeling the soft texture of her upper lip while she
continued. It was even better than he imagined.
She was gentle, using slow motions to ease him into the intimate contact. Tomas
was doing his best to respond in kind, but his mind was flooded with a thousand
thoughts all conflicting with what was happening. Was he doing this right? Was
it supposed to feel like this? How could he be better? Abigail could feel his
hesitation and did her best to erase his concerns. She sighed softly in faux
pleasure, moving her hands from where they held his to her hips up his thin
arms to his broad shoulders before running them down his back to feel him
through his suit, all the while softly cooing with the occasional moan. It
worked, to a point, and she felt him relax into her lips.
In the otherwise silent classroom, the soft sound of wet lips meeting and
molding might as well have been gunshots for how loud they echoed. Both
participants were slowly learning how to match each other's movements, their
breaths becoming more and more synchronized as their bodies naturally moved
closer and closer, seeking and hungry for the others heat, the others touch,
yearning for the opposite sex in their hands.
Finally, after a few minutes passed, something happened, inspiring Tomas to go
further.
Bodies pressed together and lips mashing with growing ferocity, the young man
jumped at the sensation of Abigail's lip meeting his tongue when he moved
farther than intended. The burst of sensation was strange, but arousing.
Without meaning to, Tomas found himself pressing even harder against her leg,
grinding his erection against her softer flesh. Mrs. Green accepted his action
without hesitation, pressing her hands against his back to force them closer
together, insuring he felt the swell of her breasts against his chest.
He moved with the usual awkwardness that was usually afforded to his age,
unsure what was the correct way to continue and press forward with this change.
But her words from before emboldened him. When they next broke for air, Tomas
made his move, and opened his mouth just as their lips once again became
entwined, cautiously brushing his tongue across her bottom lip. Abigail smiled
at this, offering a soft moan of approval before reciprocating, opening her
mouth to accept his young tongue, having to actively resist guiding it into her
moist cavern with her own pink muscle.
Starting off small at first, he traced the outer rim of her bottom lip with his
tip, feeling her breath fill his mouth and her flavor gather on his tongue. He
idly noted that she tasted of mint and saliva. Abigail allowed him to do this
for a few minutes, wanting to encourage his exploration and get him more
comfortable with taking the lead. It was only when he moved on and touched his
tongue to hers that she finally answered, drawing her smaller pink organ along
his own to taste this inside of his mouth.
A moan stirred within her breast as she took a fistful of his jumpsuit in each
hand, pulling him even closer to her. There were lulls of course when they
needed to breath, and moments where he did something that was off or awkward
but for the most part her earlier words of wisdom had been correct in that it
was instinctual.
Tomas meanwhile was beginning to enjoy himself quite a bit. Going through high
school, he'd seen more than one couple lining the halls exactly as he was right
now. He'd watched them, envious as they mauled each other's lips and cautiously
pawed at the others body. He'd always wondered what it would be like to hold a
girl like that. What she felt like, tasted like.
Her saliva mixed with his as their tongues shifted from mouth to mouth. One
moment Tomas was stretching to fill his partners, and then the next Abigail
surprised him, using her experience to push him back and claim his own for
herself. He enjoyed it whenever that happened, closing his mouth around her
tongue almost possessively.
The quite wet sucking noises that had echoed before now smacked with unabashed
boldness. Even to their own ears they could hear the horrible wet sounds coming
from their mingled growing passions. Driven by lust and pleasure, both ignored
it, and instead only became even more aggressive.
By this point, Tomas was subtly grinding himself against his teacher's thigh.
His hands held fast to her hips, pulling her close if only to increase the
friction. What was even better though was the softness pressing against his
chest in the form of her massive bust, the two pillow sized mounds almost felt
like giant marshmallows. The more he felt them pressing into him, moving
against him, the more his palms began to itch at her sides.
Mrs. Green could feel his growing desire, could tell the signs from how his
hands began to squeeze and grope on her waist with open want but she refrained
from taking action. Instead she waited as patently as she could, giving him the
time he needed to work up the courage to reach up and feel her soft breasts, to
take them into his hands. She was even excited by the idea, knowing that once
he crossed that bridge and jumped that one last major hurdle everything would
go that much quicker and only become more and more easy to continue pressing
forward. As time dragged on however, she was disappointed to find his
hesitations increasing rather than the reverse. Finally she was forced to pull
away, exasperation chewing at the edge of her mind while an almost painful
throb of heat continued to grow within her already aching core.
This is what she wanted, to help him, to do her part and fulfill her duty in
preserving their Vault for the next generation. But even she had her limits.
The problem was if things continued like this much longer, she knew she would
end up pushing him onto her desk and mounting him like a horse. Not that she
hated the idea as much, as she knew it would undo any and all progress he had
made at this point.
He needed to be more assertive, confident, he had to be comfortable with taking
control, and he couldn't do that if she was the one doing all the work.
Tomas pulled his tongue from Abigail's mouth only to watch her cleavage heave
with her own heavy gasps.
"Well," Mrs. Green managed between breaths, her voice nearly drowned out by the
need for air. "You seem to be catching on rather quick." In response, Tomas
could only form a small smile, heat already radiating from his cherry cheeks.
As embarrassing as this entire tutoring session was, he was happy to hear that
he wasn't just making a complete fool of himself. Actually, if he allowed
himself to dare to think positively, he would even say she looked excited. Not
as much as him of course but her cheeks were flushed and her eyes twinkled.
Most notable of all, however, were the two defined nubs poking through the
material of her shirt and bra.
Still pressed against the boy, she could feel his erection throb suddenly. With
a knowing smile, her blue eyes stared with irritation as he continued to eye
her chest. Tomas had been right in his assumption of her profession before the
Vault. When she had been in school, then collage, and finally once she started
her professional career the large mounds had been nothing but a hindrance. Be
it from pulling the attention of her classmates, teachers, co-workers or
patients, her breasts drew more attention and notice than her actual
accomplishments ever could. To this day she knew not a single person had heard
a single word she’d said in her valedictory speech.
With them even larger now, the back pain alone was enough to curse what was
happening to her body. Tomas however seemed to enjoy them, to put lightly, if
his near leer grade ogling was anything to go by. If only he wasn't too afraid
to reach out and touch them.
For the first time in her life, the thirty five year old woman found herself
wishing a man would just reach out and grope her. He would never fulfill his
duty if he remained as reserved and shy as he was now, and that in turn meant
they had zero chance of surviving beyond the current generation. He just needed
to be more confident, she needed to teach him how to be more assertive, get him
comfortable with giving instructions or orders rather than just always taking
them.
A spark lit her already heavy blue orbs. Perhaps she was going about this the
wrong way? Every person was different, and every patient required an approach
tailored to them. She had been so focused on his being a teenage male and she
an adult woman that she hadn't considered looking at him as she would a
patient. This was bigger than just helping her with her duty, looking on the
situation from a new perspective; she saw how this could serve as a lesson for
the future. He needed to learn how to assert himself towards the women of the
Vault, and the Overseer was counting on her to teach him.
A pleasant smile pulled at her lips as a plan formed.
"Was it as bad as you thought it would be?" she asked coyly. Blinking, he
looked up from her cleavage only to shrink back under her intense gaze. Even
though he enjoyed the contact, he forced himself to take a step back away from
her.
"I guess not." he agreed begrudgingly. Truthfully, he couldn't get the
sensation of her tongue out of his mind. She was a beautiful woman, and
everything in him was screaming to explore these new sensations, to trust the
instincts that he had been following not a minute ago. The only thing that
stopped him was the deeply ingrained sense of caution he had developed over a
lifetime of being unable to talk to girls. Mrs. Green could see this, and knew
it was her job to break him free of it.
"Good," she smiled. But too sudden to understand what was happening, Tomas felt
her pull away from him entirely. "Then I suppose this is a good place to stop
for today." In an instant the passion, the warmth and smolder all disappeared
from her voice; replaced with the businesslike woman he had seen when she first
introduced herself to the class.
Untying the sleeves from around her waist, she wasted no time redressing
herself, pulling the thick material around her shoulders and slipping her arms
through the sleeves. Tomas could only watch helplessly as the breasts he'd been
watching all day were hidden from view behind a zipper.
"Wait!" he suddenly shouted. Turning back to him she wore a faux expression of
interest, while her heart smiled knowingly. Nothing motivated a teenage boy
like a pair of breasts. Nothing, that is, except taking them away from him.
"Yes?"
Tomas found his throat suddenly dry and his voice dead. Though he had shouted
out, it was more due to the suddenness of her change in demeanor than an actual
need to say something. Nevertheless, glancing away his nervousness was clear in
his voice. "I-I mean, we're done? Just like that? What about… the rest?"
"What rest?" she shrugged her shoulders, acting the part of an idiot. Turning
away she walked towards her bag and started packing up the materials she had
used for class that day, making sure he did have a clear view of her backside
as she did. Even though Tomas had the expression of a freshly dunked cat, she
didn't so much glance in his direction.
"T-The rest!" he exclaimed. Though, even he wasn't sure if he could put what he
had been expecting into words. "You… you said you'd teach me how to, you know!"
he shifted uncomfortably.
"Did I?" making a face as though she were thinking, after a moment her dark bob
of hair bobbed as she shook her head. "I can't seem to remember; perhaps you
should refresh my memory? What exactly did I promise you?" Now she was looking
right at him, through with an airy, empty headed expression. Compared to the
calculating and sensual woman he had been getting to know, it was like an
entirely different person was in the room now. He struggled to keep up with
what was happening.
"Like… kissing and stuff." He said with a cracked voice, keeping his eyes
locked onto the wall."
"Stuff?" she asked. A tired sigh fell from his lips.
"Sex!"
Losing her airheaded expression, her eyes returned their sharp coldness from
before. Still, it was a step in the right direction. "I'm afraid you'll have to
be more specific," she answered. Leaning against her desk she laid her folded
hands in her lap, the perfect picture of patience. This only served to press
Tomas even harder against his own mind.
"I… I don't understand what's happening right now," he finally gave up. "Did I
do something wrong? Was I really that bad?" He feared perhaps he hadn't kissed
as well as he'd been led to believe. Mrs. Green gave a look of disappointment
once she realized just how insecure he really was.
"Tomas, how many women are in this Vault?" she asked him, the fact that she had
reverted to using his given name had not been lost on either of them, and his
already distraught expression only increased as he shook his head.
"A lot?" he guessed without giving it any thought or bothering to try and
remember what he had heard earlier. "I don't know." The features face grew
harder still.
"Nine hundred and ninety nine," she answered for him flatly. "And how many of
them, do you think, will be as encouraging as I have been towards your role in
the future of this Vault?" At this a spark of understanding filtered into
Tomas' overstressed mind. Though, rather than feeling any relief, all he could
do was grit his teeth.
"If you can't even tell me what it is you want when I am trying to help you and
teach you, how can you ever be expected to approach other women? Granted, it is
not as though there won't be others who will also seek out your attention, but
you can expect the majority will need much more… persuasion. You need to be
able to at least say what it is you want from the women you'll be
impregnating."
Tomas felt himself shaking under the barrage of words being thrown at him. The
message she was saying, it made sense. But that didn't make it any easier to
hear. He felt his breath start to shorten.
Seeing that her words had had the opposite effect of what she'd been hoping
for, Abigail felt her face pinch a bit as she questioned how she could get
through to him. She was accustoming to men who were confident when they made
passes at her, even after she was married. Trying to dial things down and scale
back was proving difficult if only because of how much she was being forced to
do so. Really, she was struggling to think of a way she could make things any
easier for the boy at this point. After several tense seconds, her lips finally
loosened up, pulling at the corner's to form a mischievous smile.
That had been the key she needed. Again she had been thinking and seeing
herself as a woman and he as a young man, again she had been trying to get him
to follow her lead, go by her terms, teach him by example. This was not
a man who was after her or seeking her, not someone that was trying to get her
attention. Tomas was a reserved, and thoroughly inexperienced young boy who was
under a tremendous amount of stress.
She needed to get him to open up to her, needed him to take the lead. And that
was exactly what she was going to do. She walked towards the young man with a
new sense of purpose and a new plan.
"Tom," she reverted to using the name she had claimed from him, but her voice
remained the same. Her serious tone shook him from his sudden bought of nerves,
though he was still quite nervous. Glancing up, he met her eyes just as her
hands gripped his shoulders. "I'm going to make a deal with you. Whatever you
want to do, whatever you want, whatever you tell me to do, I'll do it. But,
only if you are perfectly clear when you say what it is you want. Do not ask me
to do anything; tell me what you want, no matter what it is, no matter how
embarrassing it might be or how silly it might seem. I swear to you, I will do
whatever it is you want. Do you think you can do that?" Tomas simply continued
to stare into her eyes, hypnotized by their intensity.
"A-Anything?" he asked shyly. Licking his lips, he gaze flickered towards her
chest, unbidden. Abigail clearly saw this and smiled.
He shifted from foot to foot, not sure what to say. In some ways, this felt
wrong on so many levels. He was raised fairly normal, with a mother and older
sister. So the thought of just…ordering a woman to let him do as he pleased
felt like he was betraying them in some way. Sure, he was a guy with all the
hormones and lust that came with that, but he'd never once thought of women as
objects before.
That being said, in that very moment he felt like he was beginning to
understand the power that had been given to him for the first time since that
day he'd talk to the Overseer. He understood the looks of apprehension and
nervousness they had had when he was told any woman he wanted would have to do
anything he wanted. Rather than be appalled as he had that day, he actually
felt excitement flush through his system, all the while trying not to think
about how that should worry him.
"Okay," he answered… wringing his fingers. He glanced towards the blue orbs
which were still watching him with baited expectation. Chewing the inside of
his cheek for a moment, he glanced down at her chest before finally speaking.
"T-Then, can I-." he stopped short at seeing her eyes narrow ever so slightly
in warning, her words from earlier echoing in his mind. He shook his head once
then tried again, rewording his desire. "I mean, let me… t-touch your bo-
breasts."
It was full of hesitation, of stuttering, and by the end his cheeks were bright
as a tomato. Nevertheless, he'd made his order clear and she was a woman of her
word. So, without an ounce of shame the older woman pushed her already swollen
bosom toward her student, with her arms behind her she arched her back,
bringing her dramatic bust to its max.
At first Tomas could only blink in surprise, as though he thought she wouldn't
actually follow through. However, after waiting a few moments and seeing her
remain poised for molestation, he saw that she was truly genuine in her promise
to submit herself to him. His hand twitching in the air as it moved towards her
bulbous mounds.
Tomas nearly felt his heart in his throat when his fingers finally brushed
against the objects of his desire. The sensation was undeniable, urging him to
feel it with his entire palm. His eyes were wide, impossibly so as they watched
his hand hold the womanly flesh with reverence, honor even. Meanwhile, Abigail
remained as composed as possible, amusedly watching the young man begin to
explore her body.
It was soft in his hand. Even through the multiple layers separating his hand
from her body, he could feel the heavenly give that swallowed his finger into
the otherwise round shape. Using the whole of his hand, the gentle pressure
molded to his palm as he flexed his wrist. It was amazing, and the thought that
there was even more to feel left his mind reeling.
Standing next to her, his arm bent as he had to reach upwards to feel her. His
expression remained one of open awe at the thought that he had finally gotten
to feel a girl's chest. The only thing that marred the otherwise wonderful
memory was that he couldn't feel her skin to skin.
Or could he?
His breath hitched as he recalled what she had said to him. So long as he was
assertive and clear, she would do anything he told her to. That kind of power,
it was overwhelming at first, but now that he'd had a taste of what it could do
he couldn't help wonder what its limits were. Little did he know just how
perfectly he had fallen for his teacher's plan.
"Um" he stopped, still nervous but emboldened by how his first bout of
assertiveness had turned out. "I, that is, I want you to unzip your suit." His
ears were red, and for a moment he flinched in worry. But no sooner than words
left his mouth did he hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone.
She smiled at him, knowing that her plan was working. The desire was there,
she'd known since she saw him for the first time that morning. He just never
learned how to communicate it to others. As luck would have it, all it took was
a little positive reinforcement to get him going.
It seemed he was finally catching on as he watched her pull the small metal tag
to her belted waist. Rather than reach in and grab her breasts like she had
expected, he seemed to just stare, his mind turning as the young man began to
question the possibilities. Finally, in a spark of wisdom his eyes widened,
burrowing into his teachers in a way that made her blink.
"I… I want to see them," he pressed on. Licking his lips, he stared into the
opening of her jumpsuit and at the wonderment that he knew lay within. "Take
off your shirt, and your bra," he said quickly before his burst of courage
could falter. "… I want to see your breasts."
His tone was different this time, bolder perhaps. Whatever it was brought a
smile to Mrs. Green's previously empty expression.
She took a moment to watch him before acting. With no dramatic flair or
showmanship she reached up, her hands taking hold of the jumpsuit and parted
the opening so she could pull her arms from the sleeves, then let if fall to
her waist. Once again standing before him in only her tank top and bra, her
eyes remained focused on his as without blinking she peeled the thin white
material up from her stomach and overhead. She might not have been able to see
it, but she was sure able to feel when her mammoth sized breasts bounced as her
top passed over them, freeing them from their second layer of confinement. Now
with nothing but her bra to cover her she waited, almost expecting him to
chicken out or stutter more nonsense. Instead, she found her heart rate
speeding up at the sight of him, his expression solid and his eyes unwavering
from her glorious chest. Reaching behind her back, she had to suppress a
knowing grin.
Their hormonally induced increase in breast size had not been accounted for
when handing out underwear as part of their uniforms. As a result, the swollen
globes looked ready to spill from the too small cups, the extra flesh
practically begging to be let free as it ballooned outwards and upwards. It was
uncomfortable to say the least, though the effect it had on her cleavage was a
bonus. Nevertheless, unhooking the metal fasteners from where the material was
digging into her back, it was both a relief, and a delight to let her mounds
fall freely to her chest.
First giving a healthy bounce before wobbling gently into place, her large bust
stood proudly atop her chest with all the strength and vigor of a teenager.
Truth be told before the bombs she had been far from flat, but never large
enough that she had to worry about them sagging or losing their shape. Thanks
to the sudden increase in girth her breasts drooped into a perfect teardrop
shape, each capped by a large dark pink nipple pointing straight forward. Tomas
took all of this in, struggling not to let his jaw drop at the spectacle.
Mrs. Green watched him appraise her chest, trying to hold back the laughter
that welled from deep inside her being. He was so cute when he looked at her
like this, with more than just hunger and desire, it was almost…reverential.
Retaining her professional persona, she quelled the urge to put on a seductive
grin and sashay over to him, resisted the growing desire she could feel to lay
her arms on him and pull him to her. If she had thought the burning flames from
their kissing had been bad, it was nothing compared to what she felt the moment
she had exposed herself to him. Rather than allow those impulses to control
her, she invited him to continue with his demands, continued to remain as
submissive as she could and let him take the lead.
"So…" she spoke, her face earning his gaze for the first time in some minutes.
"I suppose all you wanted was to look at them?" she was being cheeky, but the
young man couldn't find it within himself to get mad. Instead he simply
returned to staring at her exposed orbs, watching them gently sway with each
breath and jostle whenever she moved. Then, with a swallow, he cautiously
reached forward.
Abigail waited, staring at his hand as it drew nearer and nearer to its
destination. Parting her lips, she held her breath, only to sigh in a strange
sense of relief at the sensation of his awkward, uncoordinated fingers cupping
her flesh. Unbidden she could feel her nipples harden, the hormones in her body
responding to the touch of a male. Before she knew what she was doing, the
older woman found herself leaning into his touch, forcing more of herself into
his hand. He gladly accepted every bit of her.
It was heavy, was his first thought, quite a bit heavier than it had felt
through her clothes. Holding the mound carefully he lifted it, palming the skin
to test its texture. Against his hand he could feel both the impressive weight
as well as its enormous size. What he found most fascinating of all though was
how the large orb would move to fill his hand no matter how he moved it, that
and feeling of her nipple scrapping against his palm.
"I… I don't know what to do," he admitted after a moment. After testing the
breast as best he could, the young man found himself entirely clueless as to
what to do next. Thankfully, Abigail was only too eager to instruct him,
reaching for his other hand and pulling it to her unmolested breast and holding
it in place.
"You were already doing fine," she acknowledged, smiling as he held her in both
hands. "Remember to be gentle, women love to have their breasts massaged, but
they are very sensitive so you need to be careful." She encouraged this by
sighing when his fingers sank into the soft meat of her chest. Tomas looked
startled, but slowly smiled. Basking in the feel of his hands, the first hands
other than her own to touch her in over a month, she allowed both Tomas and
herself to enjoy the moment before she continued.
Cupping the back of his hands, the teacher slowly maneuvered the appendage
until his thumb and index finger encircled her left nipple. Having fairly puffy
tips, this was not hard to accomplish.
"We love it even more when you touch us here," she explained, moving his thumb
to brush over the erect tip slowly.
"l-like this?" he tried and Abigail had to stop herself from hissing as his
grip tightened, almost twisting the sensitive skin. She let out a sharp exhale,
then breathed deeply to calm herself before gently and carefully correcting
him, urging a much gentler grip.
"Remember, girls are soft," she stated, holding both hands to her for a moment
to stop him. She needed to pull herself together, and the short break proved to
be more than enough. The teenage boy could only nod in agreement to her words.
"You need to be gentle with us, especially our more sensitive areas. Some women
prefer things rougher but as a rule of thumb always start slow and build up to
more…aggressive stimulation, especially if you are with a girl your age or one
who is inexperienced."
Tomas nodded, his attention entirely focused on the thick nub pinched between
his digits. He rolled it over the rough pads of his fingers, enjoying how he
could feel the breath in her ribs stop each time he did something right. The
longer he continued, the faster he could see her chest rising for breath, the
quicker he could hear the soft gasps escaping from her lips. It made him proud
to see he could affect a woman so much as he was now.
Abigail smiled down at her student, deciding to stay quiet for now so he could
have some fun. It might not have been a lot of progress towards her goal, but
she could see he was making an effort, and knew this was in fact a great deal
of progress for him personally. Not to mention it had been some time since her
breasts had been given so much attention. Tomas' abilities were slowly
increasing and she decided she might as well take a moment to enjoy the
sensations he worked so hard to gift her with.
In whichever hand he wasn't manipulating her engorged tips, he made sure to
knead the supple flesh of her available breast so it wouldn't feel neglected.
Rolling the heavy mound against her chest, he savored the great mass and how
his fingers seemed to sink so deep into its caress. However, after well over
fifteen minutes of this, his attention span was beginning to reach its limit.
And while the sight of his teachers breasts were still more than awe inspiring,
her promise from before still demanded his attention and forced him to wonder
what else there was to learn. Sensing this in his slowing affections and
increasing hesitation, Abigail could only smile.
"Yes?" she prompted, forcing a heated blush to consume Tomas' face. While his
hands continued with her breasts, his eyes had been glued to opening of her
suit just above her waist. Now that he'd gotten to see this much of her, he
wanted to explore the rest of the female body. He could only wonder what kind
of treasures waited for him beneath the bright blue and yellow jumpsuit; taking
into account the marvels he had already discovered.
"Ah," he laughed. Considering both his hands were still helping themselves to
his teacher's chest, you'd think he would be a shade less bashful asking her
what he wanted. But shy is shy, and it took more than second base to force
someone out of their shell. Abigail realized this with a shake of her head.
"Tell me what you want," she reminded him, her soft voice turning cold. For a
single moment his hands stopped, frozen under her stiff tone. Looking up, he
shyly glanced at her fair face, swallowing against his dry throat.
"I want to see you naked…"
It was hardly a whisper, but loud enough for Abigail to hear. For the first
time since waking up that day with her goal in mind, Abigail couldn't help but
feel a measure of unease, no matter how small.
It was impossible to say that she wasn't pleased with the results so far. The
last thing she wanted was to force anything past what was required, but the day
had already gone past what she had anticipated. Still, she hadn't become as
successful as she had been without learning how to improvise and work with
unexpected developments. So, rather than hesitate like she knew she should, the
teacher decided to take the low hanging fruit and ignore the social boundaries
of the past.
She considered forcing him to repeat himself and demand a more firm request.
Fortunately for Tomas, the last fifteen minutes had sparked more than enough
arousal in her damp panties. Like all the women afflicted with the forced
hormone regimen they were put through, her arousal spiked at all times of the
day to begin with. Now under direct stimulation it felt as though someone had
started a fire in the crotch of her jumpsuit. If she didn't strip soon, she
feared the fabric might even combust.
"Alright," she smiled, causing a look of unabashed excitement to ignite on the
young man's face. Unfortunately for him, she wasn't going to make it that easy
for him. Rather, she decided it was time to speed things up a bit. "I will
strip myself and let you see me naked," she prompted, "but only if you go
first."
Going from a hundred to zero Tomas had to blink and collect himself. Had he
heard her right?
Before he could ask, he found his out stretched hands suddenly empty. Abigail
had stepped away from the young man, moving only a few feet back. Feeling her
rear bump against her desk, the older woman simply pulled herself onto its
surface, not even bothering to hide her breasts as they continued to sway and
bounce with her movements. Meanwhile, Tomas continued to stare, frozen in spot.
It wasn't as though he were ashamed of his body. He may not be carrying the
muscles of some star football player but he wasn't a walking bag of bones
either, that being said this would be his first time getting naked in front of…
well anyone since he was seven.
"Ah…" he paused, giving the woman an unsure stare. In response the older woman
just continued to smile, but not before uncrossing her legs and opening them
enough to appear to lewd. Though the jumpsuit was still in the way Tomas' eyes
irrevocably fell between her splayed thighs, his imagination running wild with
what lay beneath. He only lasted a few more seconds before he found himself
pulling the front of his suit open and all but throwing the plain whit tee-
shirt overhead.
Shy was shy, but this was an opportunity he was not going to miss out on,
embarrassment be damned.
Pale skin was bared to the lamplight as his chest and back came into view. At
sixteen, the barest hints of chest hair had begun to develop on his pubescent
sternum. He rubbed his bare arms, trying not to squirm knowing his teacher was
watching. Peeking to test her gaze, he was surprised to not only find approval
in her eyes, but arousal.
Looking over his developing body Abigail encouraged him as best she could with
a smoldering seductive gaze. He didn't have anything to be ashamed of and she
needed him to know that. Darting her tongue over her lips she saw his eyes
widen. Unable to help the smile on her cheeks she quickly nodded to the rest
still hanging around his waist.
Tomas tried not to blush giving into his teachers counter demands, but no
matter how he tried to hide it there was no obscuring the obvious erection
pulsing in his lap. That being said, he wasn't exactly eager to make it even
more obvious and as his suit fell to his ankles, of course that's exactly what
happened.
The underwear they gave him hugged his crotch like a Speedo. Stopping about
mid-thigh, the elastic material clung to his skin in a way that was tight, but
thankfully not digging into him. He could move how he wanted, but the effect
left his seven inch cock in near perfect outline against the rest of him.
Abigail's eyes immediately flew to his crotch as soon as the view was
available. Instincts of her own kicked in, flooding her system with arousal
that nearly left her panting. If Tomas were paying close attention, he would
have seen her already hard nipples tighten with anticipation, her eyes dilate,
and the crotch of her suit darken with new found liquid pleasure. When she
finally did strip, the wet crotch of her panties would need to be peeled off
like a soaked swimsuit.
Tomas could feel her eyes on him and a new kind of heat filling the room. It
was strange, heavy, and yet whereas he was nervous before now he could feel a
sense of confidence filling him. At least enough for him to take the final step
and pull down his last strip of clothing, leaving his heavy erection bobbing in
open air, finally freed of its constraints.
Abigail let out a gasp just under her breath, her own arousal spiking at the
sight of the now naked boy in front of her. And a boy he was. All limbs and
awkward movements, he had the first building blocks of what would grow into a
man. But it would still be some time before he was able to claim that title.
Regardless, Abigail couldn't deny the honest attraction she was feeling for
Tomas, something she had not expected.
Not for the first time she had to question just what is was they were being
fed. It wasn't that he was unattractive or repulsive, but she knew herself very
well, she had a type that she preferred, and Tomas, as sweet as he might be,
didn't fit it.
"Very good," she breathed, her still bare breasts heaving as she stole a single
deep breath. The sigh that followed hissed through the air, warming it even
further with her internal heat.
Shifting from foot to foot, Tomas' face was bright red. Hard as iron, his
enflamed head bobbed up and down with his pulse while his balls hung
underneath. With nowhere to put his hands, he found himself involuntarily
reaching for his shaft, the pleasure he found arching up his spine and caused
him to struggle to contain his urges. Regardless of the emotions running
through his system, he managed to meet Abigail's burning gaze, his own
excitement flaring back to life.
"Your turn," he replied, his voice still quite, but level. Mrs. Green simply
smiled before touching her feet back to the floor and scrunching her shoulders
out of the sleeves still wrapped around her arms. She wasted no time in
dropping the garment to the floor as soon as she was free.
Abigail stood in the room, plain grey panties straining around her full round
bottom and wide womanly hips. "You're going to need to be comfortable with
nudity," she instructed, still doing her best to teach the lad despite her own
distractions. Tomas raised a single eyebrow, his blue orbs trained on the clear
dark patch outlining her womanhood. "Countless women are going to be seeing you
naked. Just as you are going to see countless women naked, so you can't start
blushing and squirming every time a boob happens to pop out." Her own breasts
were sitting peacefully against her ribs, their tips itching, burning from the
absence of Tomas' fingers. She quickly shook her head before continuing, "And
you can't be ashamed to show yourself to them either. Don't go around hiding
your erections, be proud of them; they're simply a sign of your eagerness to
fulfill your duty for the Vault."
She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties while speaking, using
it to distract herself from what she was doing. Despite the calm outer shell
she was forcing herself to uphold, internally she couldn't help but shy away
from completely exposing herself to a sixteen year old boy. After all, how many
years had it been since a man other than her husband had seen her in all her
glory? And she doubted even he had gotten the full tour Tomas was receiving.
True to her earlier assumption, she could feel the fabric pressed against her
labia separate with agonizing slowness. Her own fluids leaking from between her
legs had thoroughly saturated the garment. When she finally pulled them free,
the thin layer of cotton fell to the ground with a soft but still audible
'thud', the fabric weighed down by the sopping wetness.
"Tom," she spoke, watching his wide eyes devour her naked body. At least
he seemed pleased. Abigail simply smiled, moving her feet farther apart to
reveal more of herself to his gaze.
"This is a woman's body Tom," she explained, her heart thundering in her chest.
"It's a beautiful thing that I know you'll appreciate. In time you're going to
make children with women of all shapes and sizes, so appreciate them for how
special they are. Always." Whether Tomas could hear her or not, he seemed to
take her words to heart, visually groping every inch of her exposed flesh.
"Wow…"
A bush of curly dark hair rested above her enflamed lower lips. It looked
trimmed, or at least well maintained. She had never been one to shave herself
completely. After all, she was a grown woman. Not some child; and she felt her
body should reflect that. Thankfully, her husband never seemed all too
insistent on the idea, dropping the matter entirely after hinting about it on
just one occasion. She combed her fingers through the tangled mass, nearly
blowing poor Tomas mind where he stood.
Her thighs were thick, but beautiful. They matched her wide hips perfectly,
making her narrow waist and large overflowing breasts that much more dramatic
to witness. There was a softness to her, but nothing unattractive. Her entire
body seemed to be made of nothing but curves and Tomas couldn't get enough of
it.
Abigail felt her heart spike when she asked her next question. "Would you like
to learn more about… here?" Tomas watched her fingers brush along her hips
until finally reaching just above where her pelvis split to puffy folds of
sensitive skin. Tomas could only nod his head, his throat having become a
desert.
The older woman smiled despite herself. The way he stared at her, it was like
she was the only women in the world. And considering there were nine hundred
and ninety eight just outside the door; that meant something. Under his eyes,
she felt her body come even more alive, fire licking at her loins that only
seemed to drive her addled brain even deeper into the hormonal haze that had
claimed her. It made the prospect of sitting on the desk and opening her legs
for a boy half her age almost pleasurable.
Parting her knee's the thirty five year old teacher did her best to lean back
and expose as much of herself as possible. She thought about her life before
the Vault, the woman she used to be, and wondered what would she think if she
could see her now? What would her late husband think of her? Thankfully, she
knew that didn't matter. That part of her life was over, all that mattered now
was Tomas, all that mattered was the future of Vault sixty nine.
For his part, Tomas's mind wasn't nearly as cluttered as the older woman's, in
fact it was razor sharp in its focus. Standing in the middle of the room,
stripped to his bare bottom, you'd think he would be uncomfortable given his
spending the previous month hiding in his room. But as soon as he saw the woman
before him part her thighs and open her legs to reveal the wet enflamed folds
of her sex, everything else bled away into a haze of white noise.
Puffy and swollen with arousal, he could spy where the older woman's inner lips
split from between her chubby outer labia. Shaved bare, this part of her was
clear of the thick thatch of hair that covered her pelvis. A dark shade of red,
the soft curtains were long and mature, spilling from her sex and glistening
with her tortured arousal.
Abigail felt her core throb with want. As distracting as all this was, right
now she was first and foremost a teacher. That meant it was her priority to
insure all her students received the best education possible.
She peered at him from between her spread legs. "Tom," her voice was thick with
sensuality, heavy and deep. Looking up, the young man's face was bright red.
His crotch was the most effected, visibly aching with its swollen veins and
glistening pre-cum dribbling from the slit. "Come here." Abigail smiled at him
then, her expression still pleasant but carrying a hunger she couldn't hide. He
moved on instinct alone, immediately approaching the teacher's desk.
Closer, he could actual smell her arousal permeate the room, coming from her
crotch in waves that filled his head and addling his adolescent brain even
further than it had been.
"Pay attention," Abigail instructed, her tone was still hard but growing more
and more heated with each passing second. Moving her hand between her legs, her
finger brushing the dark patch of hair as her small digits sought out her own
sex. She made the mistake of brushing her clit, swollen and fully exposed from
under its hood. The jolt of electricity shook her body and left her control
straining to keep her instincts in line.
It took everything she had left to hold back from touching herself. With her
hand pressed against the swollen lips, her hips had already started rocking,
searching for that delicious friction.
"How much do you know about this part of a woman?" the teacher asked, her dark
hair sticking to her cheeks from sweat. More than few strands had managed to
escape the tie holding up her bun, giving her a somewhat disheveled appearance.
Sex pulsing with need, she parted her fingers to give the boy a better view,
practically able to feel his eyes exploring her every crevice.
Truthfully, Tomas couldn't say much on the subject. Schools, it seemed, tried
to take every bit of excitement out of the study material when teaching about
the opposite sex. Old men as the teachers, outdated textbooks, cold clinical
diagrams, he'd barely bothered learning a thing. If they'd taught the lessons
in his class like this however, he was sure he'd have paid much closer
attention, and perhaps even managed to pass it.
Abigail watched his expression and could see his lack of an answer. She was
both annoyed, and excited by this development. While she would have loved to
simply skip ahead to the final stage of his education, the prospect of exposing
herself so completely nearly had her on death's door right then and there.
Biting her lips, her two fingers dipped into her swollen lower lips, before
spreading into an inverted 'V' shape, splaying her weeping sex for his
devouring eyes.
She could feel the cool air blowing against her enflamed and dripping pussy.
"This… is where a man puts his," she paused, shivering as a particularly
delightful surge of pleasure tingled up her spine, "penis." Unbidden, the word
came out as a moan, making the women even more of a spectacle.
As one hand held her lips apart, she reached with the other to trace her finger
around the rim of her opening. Feeling the wet heat emanating from her crotch,
the feminine muscles seemed ravenous, already attempting to pull her digit
deeper into her slick cavern. Instead, leaning forward, she beckoned for the
young man to give her his hand.
Tomas stared at her breasts, seeing the large soft mounds pressing against her
knees as she reached for his hand. Nervous, he felt his heart pounding in his
chest as he followed her unspoken request, nearly dropping dead as her now
slick fingers wrapped around his, pulling them to the center of her heat.
He could feel the flames of her arousal, the liquid heat licking at his
fingertips. "Tom," the older woman breathed, almost moaning as she pulled him
between her legs, pushing them out at a wider angle so nothing was blocking his
view of her chest. "I want you to touch me." Staring him dead in the eye, her
blue orbs smoldered with unsatisfied need. Tomas was nearly struck dumb at the
sight, only able to nod his head, gasping at his first touch of a woman.
Still holding herself open for him, as soon as Abigail felt his finger's touch
her core she pulled her arm back, using it to help prop herself against the
desk so she could watch the pale blond explore her body.
Now at its source, Tomas felt himself shudder at the sheer intensity of the
heat seemingly pouring out from her entrance. Touching where she had led him,
his fingers were now coated in the same honey like fluid that had clung to her
fingers. Feeling it for the first time, he tested its consistency, running two
fingers along the soft cavern of her gash.
He could feel her body shaking, almost to point of vibration. Watching her
reaction, he moved his fingers across her lips, watching her trembling breasts
rise and fall with each gasping breath. Everything about her was so soft, he
found. The plump outer lips sank around his fingers, only for him to meet the
hard bone of her pelvis. He massaged this area for several minutes, exploring
each fold with new found fascination. In the bright light of the room, nothing
was hidden from his eyes, everything she had to offer was there for him to see
on perfect display.
When he finally finished, his hands were almost pruned due to the amount of
liquid pouring from the twitching flesh at the center of her femininity.
Touching this place, his finger almost sank right in. Applying only the tiniest
amount of pressure, he watched in amazement as his digit was slowly swallowed,
then surrounded by wet, hot, grasping muscle. Abigail's moan couldn't be
contained.
The anticipation, the hormones, the embarrassment, combing all of these
Abigail's eventual release was impossible to avoid. Try as she might to remain
as the rational adult, feeling his finger enter her, fill her; was too much for
the teacher to bear. Finally feeling the tight coil of her inner muscles wrap
around the solid mass of his finger, she felt herself explode.
Not entirely sure what was happening, Tomas first reaction was fear that he'd
done something to hurt his beautiful teacher. On the desk she leaned back, her
breast shaking and jostling as her chest was thrust out. They, along with the
tremors spreading across her belly, was a testament to her failure in
containing herself. Limbs tensed, back arched; around his finger he could feel
the soft, smooth walls tense around him, almost squeezing him with each wave of
pleasure. This lasted for a good minute until finally the older woman was able
to relax, falling against her desk in a single mass of endorphins.
She was gasping, sweat budding on her skin only to drip down onto the wooden
desk. Staring at the ceiling, her vision was still swimming as pleasure tingled
her every extremity. Yet even in this state she was unsatisfied. The heat had
only grown, her need increasing just as any fire would.
As wonderful as the release had been, it was hollow, lacking the final
component she needed to quell the ever growing need in her panties. It was very
much the same as drinking diet Nuka-Cola rather than the original, it felt the
same, came in the same bottle, and might even taste the same. But when you
finish, it still never fulfilled that craving that brought you to drink it in
the first place.
It was infuriating, enough to drive a women mad. And the thought that every
woman in the Vault was forced to experience this sort of craze in some capacity
was frightening to say the least. It was only the knowledge that by the end of
the day, she would be walking away with a stomach full of Tomas' seed that kept
her from pouncing on him right then and there
"Tom…" more of a moan than actually calling for him, the older woman just
smiled, running a hand through her now tussled hair. Meeting her eyes, his
expression was still delightfully shocked. Though Abigail couldn't help but
notice his still hand had yet to pull itself from her entrance. Tightening
herself around him she felt another wave of toe tingling pleasure.
She smiled at the boy, trying to ease his worries. To a certain extent it
worked, draining the stress from his shoulders. Though still confused, he
sweated nervously before finally attempting to pull his finger free, his entire
hand now saturated in her juices.
"That is what happens when a women climaxes," the teacher explained, happy to
have provided an example. "Well, for the most part anyway. You might not have
to worry about it always being so…" she paused, a light coloring dusting her
cheeks, "visceral." Tomas could only continue to stare, embarrassing the older
women even further.
Glancing at his saturated hand, he touched his fingers together, watching the
line of liquid string between them. At the same time he could see the mess that
had become of her lower half. All down her thighs and up into her pubs the
slick lubricant practically coated her. Even more impressive, however, was that
from what he could tell, despite the healthy dousing of liquid that had poured
out from her crotch it didn't seem to have cooled down in the least. If
anything, it looked even more enflamed.
"Taste it," Abigail interrupted his thoughts. Surprise, he looked at her only
to be taken aback when he realized what she'd meant.
Seeing him observe her wetness, Abigail was more than a little shy. She was a
lady after all, one who had taken very few lovers in her time, having her pussy
splayed out on her work desk in front of a teenage boy, and having anyone
inspect her natural lubricant like Tomas was would make anyone short of a whore
nervous. Nevertheless, now that she had his attention she could see a valuable
teaching opportunity.
"Really?" Tomas muttered, looking at the woman as if after everything this
would be the thing she tricked him about. Simply nodding, she watched his
cautious expression, her eyes shifting to his fingers then back as he moved to
taste her flavor.
As soon as his tongue touched the warm juices coating his hand, Tomas wasn't
quite sure what to make of it. There was a flavor, though if he enjoyed it or
not he couldn't really say. It was strange to think he was tasting something
that had come from that part of someone's body, but past that he couldn't form
much of an opinion.
"Well?" Abigail prompted, curious as to what he thought of her particular
taste. Not sure what to say, all he could really do was nod his head.
"I-it's okay," Tomas admitted, pulling his finger from his mouth. Not
surprised, Abigail just smiled a knowing grin.
"We don't really have the time to talk about it today, but just know if you're
ever having… difficulties with woman you might want to try using your mouth."
At this Tomas looked surprised, his eyes once again returning to her crotch. He
could use his mouth? He was pretty sure his class hadn't talked about that.
Abigail continued to smile, happily watching his mind work out what she'd said.
It was a shame she didn't have the time to feel his tongue inside her. Part of
the older woman was sure he would be a natural. Her own husband had never been
easily talked into the act, but that was something she'd simply accepted early
into their marriage, plus it saved her from having to reciprocate which was a
positive. Theirs had not been a marriage of passion, but they were comfortable,
and their love had been strong.
"Tom come here," she motioned for him to join her on the desk. Used to
following her instructions by this point, he didn't even think twice, dick
bobbing as he hopped up onto the sole piece of wooden furniture in the
classroom.
Before he could ask what she was doing he found her lips on his. Remembering
how they had kissed earlier he responded as best as he could, closing his eyes
and wrapping his hands around her waist.
The two kissed for a time, saliva mixing as their tongues washed against each
other. After about five minutes of this, Tomas felt his back arching and
straining from the sensation of her fingers wrapping around his swollen shaft.
Opening his mouth to question the older woman she didn't let him, smothering
his words with her lips and plunging her tongue into his mouth for good
measure. He fought only for a second, shocked by the sensations he could feel
from her hand rubbing his cock, but eventually the pleasure won out, calming
his jumpiness. In fact, rather than question her actions he decided to take it
a step further and reached for the large breast that seemed to beg for his
attention while its twin pressed into his shoulder. She rewarded him with a
smile, nodding in approval before starting to move her thumb over and around
the tip of his manhood.
The longer they continued to kiss, the harder it was getting for Tomas to stop
himself from humping into the older woman's hand. He could feel the amount of
pre-cum dripping over the swollen crown of his cock in near endless amounts.
Just when he was about to try and push her away he felt her pull back, then
push his shoulders onto the desk. His eyes were wide in shock as he watched the
unmistakable motion that followed. With the practiced grace of a skilled rider,
she swung her leg over his waist before settling onto his pelvis, the dark fur
between her legs meeting perfectly with his swollen spire.
"Tom," she gasped in a single breath, her voice once again heavy with desire.
Kissing and feeling his hands on her body had only continued to stoke the
growing fire that burned in her veins. The young man couldn't even look up, too
focused on the sight of her vagina hovering so close over his cock. His breath
gasped. Feeling her pussy throb, the teacher couldn't wait any longer and
continued regardless.
"Tom, I'm going to put you inside me now, okay?" He didn't answer, but seeing
his eyes widen she knew he had at least heard her and understood what she was
saying. "For now, just try and focus on how it feels. Don't worry about
cumming, don't worry about me getting pregnant. Just enjoy how it feels to be
inside of a woman and let everything else just happen."
At this his eyes finally looked up to meet hers, and what she saw spiraling in
his gaze was enough to melt her already tender heart. "Oh, honey," she cooed.
Touching his face, she tried to erase the fear she could see. "Just breathe,
okay?" she waited until she felt him nod into her hand. "Now, let me return the
favor, and take care of you."
With that Tomas once again felt his heart rate pick up, pounding against his
ribs as he stared between their bodies as she settled herself, raised her hips,
then slowly began lowering herself.
One hand pressed to his chest, the other carefully aimed his cock toward her
waiting pussy. At the rim of her entrance, Abigail felt electricity spark up
her body, the sensation of his fat head pressing against her opening making her
shudder. She rocked against his shaft, saturating it with the accumulated
wetness weeping from her core.
Glistening with a coating of both their juices, it was a simple matter of
allowing gravity to do the rest, letting her own weight bear down on the pole
of flesh. Nature did what nature does, and with hardly any effort she could
feel him begin to enter her tunnel of soft, tight, twitching muscle.
For his part, Tomas did exactly what the teacher had told him. Staring between
them, he watched himself slowly disappear inside the woman with a sense of
detached fascination. That's not to say he wasn't enjoying the sensations of
their bodies becoming one. Around his ridged flesh he could easily feel himself
slipping between the walls of her sex, forcing the flesh apart just enough to
fit around the girth of his length.
With each beat of her heart the wet muscles fit snuggly around him tightened
ever so gently. She moved at a slow pace, both for Tomas and herself. It
wouldn't do to overload the boy after all, and while she had loved her husband
dearly, neither of them had ever had much interest in the carnal half of their
marriage. After their eighth year together their bedroom had cooled
considerably. As a result, her womanly muscles had, for the most part, gone
completely unused for the last four years; forcing the mature woman to
cautiously step back into the world of sex.
Halfway down his length, she stopped, taking a moment to remember the
wonderfully filling sensation of a penis entering her body. Stretched around
him, her opening was strained to fit the thick mass of his meat. With every
inch, she could feel more of herself becoming stretched to accommodate him, a
sensation indescribable to any man.
Both hands now on his chest, she worked herself farther down his pole, raising
her ass then lowering it, raising then lowering, sawing his length in little by
little until she was quite literally shaking her ass to help ease her tight
inner muscles. Tomas, as a result, could only last so long before the pressure
in his balls reached their limit. It was only by a miracle and sheer force of
will that he was able to last long enough for his teacher to swallow him
completely, his entire seven inches buried inside her nurturing figure.
Face tight, Tommy quickly squeaked, trying to find some way to warn her of his
release but she already knew.
Inside she could clearly feel the telltale twitch and swelling of his length.
She didn't give any reaction to this, simply settling her bottom on his thighs
and placing a calming hand on his cheek. When he inevitably met her gaze, her
face would be entirely calm, a gentle smile easing the last of his tension.
The first burst of cum almost seemed to burn him on its way out, the experience
nothing like what he'd done in the shower that morning. It was as though he
could feel everything in his balls attempting to gush out at once, eager to
invade the warm depths of a woman's body for the first time.
His heart was pounding, panic threatened to overwhelm him, but looking up, blue
eyes met a paler hue as he found himself almost hypnotized by the accepting
expression on his teacher's face. While he might not understand the emotions
this moment caused, it wouldn't be until much later that he realized how
intimate it was. The kind of connection that only existed when two people met
with the purposeful intention of creating a new life.
It lasted a full minute, humping against his teacher's sex, gobs of cum burst
from his tip, only to settle in the very back of his Abigail's eager belly.
Slowly, the eager stream of bursts tapered off to a dribble before stopping
completely.
Tomas fell back against the desk, panting as though he'd just run a mile. The
show his teacher had put on was starting to make a lot more sense, it wasn't
pain that had caused her to explode as she had, it had been pleasure. He fought
to collect himself.
Waiting patiently, Abigail Green wasn't faring nearly as well as her composed
appearance would have suggested.
Feeling him cum inside of her, it was like nothing she had ever experienced.
Rather than the pill, she'd always forced her husband to use condoms on the
rare occasions they had sex. Having never wanted children, her focus had been
on her career. This was a sensation entirely new to the now expectant mother.
The steady pulse of warmth spread through her body like a drug, satisfying
whatever maternal cravings had been forced into her body. Unconsciously, she
could feel her inner muscles working with each burst, gently milking him for
all he was worth. The end result left her in a fairly unstable state, small but
constant shocks of pleasure numbing her entire lower body.
"Thank you," she spoke, waiting long enough for the young man to catch his
breath. Blinking, he seemed surprised by her response to his release. He needed
to understand that what he's just done was a gift, and that he needed
to think of it as a gift, see it as a gift.
Looking between them, all he could see was the thick thatch of her pubis
resting on his lower stomach. Nevertheless, he could still feel where he was
and imagined it with clarity. It took a moment to fully realize what he'd just
done. And even when that sank in, Tomas found himself surprised by his own
reaction.
Ever since he'd first met with the Overseer, he'd been completely terrified of
the prospect of being a father. His own hadn't been the best after all,
abandoning him and his sister before he'd been able to walk. He'd imagined this
moment a thousand times, each more horrible than the last. But when the moment
finally came he was… happy?
No, that didn't seem right. Proud was a more fitting title. He was proud with
what he'd done. Knowing what was inside of her, and that he'd been the one to
do it filled the young man with an almost primal excitement. Just the thought
of her walking around the next nine months, growing bigger and bigger with his
child was enough to leave a deep throb in his still hard cock. He didn't even
know he was smiling until Abigail reached to caress his face, her own
expression just as bright.
Reaching out, he shyly placed his hand on her stomach where he could feel the
end of his cock reach. Abigail matched his action, holding his hand under hers.
"Wow," he sighed, somewhat breathless. His teacher just smiled, elated to see
her student finally understand the joy of his duty and express excitement
towards it for a change. And speaking of excitement…
His prolonged erection had not gone unnoticed. Tightening herself around him,
for the first time Abigail found herself glad that the Vault's only male was so
young. He was going to need all that energy.
"Do you think you can go again?" she asked politely. Though she already knew
the answer, it was all she could to keep from laughing at his sudden and
immediate smile.
She knew it was somewhat gluttonous of her to go in for seconds. Just feeling
the amount of him sloshing around the pocket of her womb she had little doubt
she would be holding a newborn come nine months. But this was still the only
man in the entire Vault, and who knew how long she would be able to have him
for herself? With that in mind, a wonderful idea began to form.
Settling his hands on her hips, Tomas waited patiently for her start moving
like she had before. So imagine his surprise when she gently pulled him to the
side, rolling them into a new position. Following her on instinct alone, Tomas
quickly found himself settled on top of her.
Back flush with the desk, the grown woman stared up with an expectant
expression. Between her legs, Tomas looked to see her thighs spread obscenely
around his hips. Still inside her he braced his arms on either side of her
head, unsure of what to do. The older woman quickly answered by reaching back
to cup the small curve of his bottom before closing her legs around him, urging
him deeper inside of her.
"You can't expect the women to do all the work," she explained, her back
arching as he slid back inside her. "It's ~grunt~ not very gentlemanly."
Staring at her pleasured expression, Tomas could only blink, hesitating for a
moment before giving his hips an experimental push. The resulting friction of
her walls against his length nearly stopped him. Nearly being the operative
word. Instead he pushed that much harder into her moist heat, surprising the
woman by harshly thrusting himself into her tight passage. She gasped, not
expecting the sudden intrusion, but feeling him pull out of her dripping sex
and repeat the motion again and again the teacher quickly found herself
smiling, wrapping her limbs around his frame to brace herself against the harsh
pounding.
And harsh it was. Inexperienced, Tomas pounded away into her with little regard
for her own pleasure.
In and out, he pistoned his hips marveling at just how good having sex actually
felt! With each pounding thrust it felt like his cock was being gripped in a
coil of wet muscle.
On top of that was the sight, seeing her large breasts bouncing in perfect sync
with his hips, the pleasure spreading across her face as her previously prim
and proper hair bun came undone little by little to spill her hair out across
the back of her desk.
Even the sounds had his cock twitching and aching, be it the steady wet
smacking of their hips or her panting gasps. It was just lucky for him that the
thirty five year old had already been worked up enough to appreciate the
treatment and enjoy it as much as he was.
Each pass of his hips would slap against her thighs sending shockwave through
her body, only further enflamed by the sensation of his large balls grazing
under her leaking entrance. Each time he pulled back only to thrust in again
seemingly harder than the previous time. Deep inside she could feel the slight
sting of her walls being forced apart to quickly. She knew she should be
telling him to slow down, and that in the future he should be much more careful
with the women he chooses. And she would, later. Right now, she decided he'd
made quite a bit of progress for the day and deserved the chance to let go of
everything and just enjoy the experience.
His hardened rod of flesh delved into her velvety depths, rocking her frame
each time he pushed in. The sound of wet flesh smacking against flesh was
almost deafening, filling every corner of the room, echoing through her ears
and mind. She could feel each time he withdrew himself and yet another long
sticky thread of her juices would fall across the jiggling flesh of her ass.
Her breath, before having been deep lungfulls of air had been reduced to a
steady chain of pants and gasps.
With a face red as could be and slick with sweat she could feel herself letting
go, all traces of professionalism cast aside, every hint of modesty and
refinement burning under the heat of passion spreading from her thighs and
loins. It was with a sharp gasp that she threw back her head and felt something
within her trying to break free.
With each thrust it pulled. Each time her breasts heaved she could feel the
chains stretching and creak! It was everything; it was everywhere, the sounds
of their breaths, the feel of his sweat dripping down across her chest, his
hands gripping at her hip and thigh! Right now, right here, in this instant,
she was no longer Abigail Green, she was simply a woman, a woman enjoying the
most primal and base pleasure possible.
Tomas continued like this for a surprising amount of time. It being his third
release for the day he lacked the urgent build up that ended his first time so
quickly. Now he could enjoy himself as much as he wanted, even as sweat began
to build on his face and his breath began to run out.
Humping against his teacher, Tomas could feel her muscles starting to tighten
around him. He might not be the most skilled or naturally talented of lovers,
but pure raw stamina did count for something.
The constant rocking motion of their bodies was more than enough to bring the
already aroused woman to her end. Forced to endure the brunt of Tomas'
activities, she was just as exhausted as he was by this point, gasping for
breath and hair matted with her own sweat, beneath them, their combined fluids
pooled on the polished wooden desk.
Reaching down between her legs she circled the pronounced nub of her clit,
stimulating the button that would give her the push she needed. She was more
than wet enough, her prolonged arousal having reduced her poor pussy to a
dripping mess. She was practically juiced dry. Thankful, pinching the bundle of
nerves the woman felt her limbs grow taught and her inner coils clamp down as
one solid muscle around the blond's cock.
No matter how much he wished to prolong the event, feeling a woman cum around
his cock was more than enough to bring him to his end. Tomas quickly felt the
slowly building pressure release, spilling what little seed he had left into
her waiting belly, which she accepted with a deep groaning moan; her own
release only enhanced by the milky white fluid.
The two basked in their orgasm for a time, clinging to each other as only
lovers could. And even afterword they continued to embrace, simply taking
comfort in the age old pleasure of skinship.
Minutes passed by, allowing the two to reclaim their breath. With his head
resting on the woman's breasts, Tomas passed the time idly playing with the
nipple of the boob he wasn't using as a pillow. Abigail enjoyed this attention,
resting her head against the desk and basking in the afterglow pleasure.
After a while, they were eventually forced to part from their embrace. Tomas'
still half hard erection pulling free from her depths was followed by a gush of
white cream spilling from her parted lips onto the desk, something he watched
with rapt attention.
There was…a lot of it, he observed. Yet no matter how much spilled out he knew
there was so much more still fermenting deeper inside. Abigail seemed to know
this too as she stood up without a care, gravity pulling even more of himself
out of her only too splash on the floor. She did have enough decency to blush,
between the liberal coating the insides of her thighs and legs bore, coupled
with just how much of what was now on the floor she knew to be hers.
The two dressed in silence, though it was a comfortable silence born from
nothing needing to be said. When the two finally finished, zippers pulled up to
their chins they finally looked at each other, smiles threatening the corners
of their faces.
"You did very well today," his teacher complimented him with a healthy glow
still illuminating her skin. It was almost impossible to consider that this was
still his first day of school, or that he'd only met this strange woman hours
prior to their coupling. Tomas took the compliment begrudgingly, but he smiled
nonetheless. He turned his attention towards her stomach when something
scratched at the back of his mind.
"Do you think it… worked?" while awkward, he couldn't deny the feeling of hope
that came with those words. He wanted her pregnant. He wanted her pregnant with
his child. Strange as it was, it almost felt like a way to claim her as his.
Abigail put on a very happy smile at hearing his question.
"I do." Hand over her stomach; she touched the spot where she could still feel
Tomas deep inside her. It's why she felt so confident, even as she could still
feel him dripping out from between her lips and into the crotch of her panties.
"Are you happy?" Curious, she honestly wondered if his opinion on the subject
had changed at all.
Tomas nodded. "Yea," his face was bright red, but no one could ignore the smile
on his face. "It might be weird but… I'm kind of looking forward to seeing you
all big." He put on a reluctant expression but continued regardless. "You know,
knowing I did it." He wasn't prepared for the older woman when she moved to
embrace him, her breast pressing against his shoulder blades.
"It's not weird," she promised. Her nose nuzzled against the shell of his ear.
"It's only natural you would want that, you're a man after all." Tomas blushed
at that, not used to being called a man so suddenly. Abigail's hand moved from
his chest to his hip where she rubbed it affectionately. "And it won't just be
me. Soon, every woman in the Vault will be walking around with a nice big
tummy, all because of you." And despite knowing he shouldn't Tomas couldn't
help but picture the image she was painting.
Maybe this Vault thing wasn't so bad after all.
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                             Chapter 4 – Surprises
Bent over her own desk with a face masked in pleasure twisting under the
tension of her impending release was Abigail Green. Standing behind her, Tomas
gripped her hips to the point of bruising, drilling the enhanced length of his
cock in and out of her twitching womanhood with stamina only someone of his age
could manage. Their deep gasps and heavy panting filled the small classroom,
blending perfectly with the heavy rhythmic smacking and thumping of flesh upon
flesh. Under normal circumstances, the sight of a young teenage male tangled in
the throws of passion with an older woman in such a setting would have been
alarming just a month ago.
Her large breasts swung in perfect sync with the quick pace of his purposeful
thrusts. Quick as they were, each motion seemed controlled, measured even. Each
a response to the subtle, and not so subtle messages his teacher was sending
him with her moans ~faster~, gasps ~too hard~, and twitching of her inner
muscles ~there!~. Compared to the erratic pounding he'd put her through not two
weeks ago it was a marked improvement, only made possible by the same woman who
was now enjoying the fruits of her labor.
Running his hands up her sides, he resisted the urge to deviate from his path
to enjoy her mammoth sized melons and continued up to her shoulders, enjoying
the feel of the slick sweat glazing her skin. Sweat that was there because
of him. Reaching her shoulders, he took hold of her as soon as he felt the
telltale flutter around his cock. She was close, and he knew exactly how to
push her right over the edge. Changing up his pace, he switched from the quick
short thrusts he had been giving her to long, hard, drives. Pulling back until
only his tip remained within he would thrust in halfway, then pull back before
pushing forward hard all the way to the hilt.
Together, combined with the hard grip on her shoulders he made sure she took
every inch of him as deep into her channel as possible. Not even a dozen
thrusts later it happened, he caught the small whine at the back of her throat
that marked her end. Hands moving down back to her hips as he withdrew, they
clamped down to hold her in place as he rammed himself back in one last time.
Her back muscles seized, then came the final release of her pent up pleasure.
Tomas gasped at feeling his teacher tighten around him. Sweat dripping down her
forehead to the laminated wood as his face twisted into an expression of raw
sensation. The pressure he'd been trying to hold back this entire time came to
a point and exploded out in a torrent of thick white cream. Still buried balls
deep in the warm clenching muscle, his cum coated the inside of her belly
pooling in the very back of her womb.
Coming down from his high, he moved his hands forward leisurely, cupping the
curve of her ribs until they reached under to take hold of her ample assets.
Panting like he'd just run a marathon, the excess moisture rolled off his face
to mix with the sweat already beading along the surface of Abigail's back.
The two stayed like that for some time, Tomas massaging and kneading her
breasts as she enjoyed his arduous attentions and affections while collecting
themselves and their breath. Swimming in the pleasant aftershock of endorphins,
Abigail was more than content to rest the weight of her body against the cool
oak of her desk, her large breast overflowing his hands and spilling along the
sides of her ribs as a result. Tomas' still hard cock remained buried inside
her, making the fluttering of her inner muscles that much more pleasant for the
both of them. When he finally did pull away, she felt the firm flesh leave her
and sighed at the sudden empty feeling that came with it. Taking a moment to
collect her thoughts, she turned to watch his naked frame while he dressed.
It was a scene of comfort, of familiarity. Over the past two weeks the two had
taken the opportunity to grow very close; for more than one reason. It wasn't
until he was pulling his zipper up that he glanced at her from over his
shoulder, eyes lingering along the female figure. The tent in his pants refused
to relax.
Tomas fixed his clothing, trying to calm the warm skin still flushed with the
exertion of passion. Touching a hand to his neck, his fingers came away
glistening with sweat.
Abigail, ass still bent up in the air, just stared at him. Aware of her
attention, Tomas couldn't help but smile, before folding back into old habits
of self-consciousness. "What?"
She moved to rise, the heavy weight of her beast swaying with her motions.
Approaching the young man from behind she wrapped her arms around him and
leaned until her chin rested comfortably on his head. Enjoying the softness
pressing against his back, Tomas flushed, but otherwise offered no resistance.
"You have come a long way," she congratulated, her tone proud if not a little
sad. Warm air broke over his brow, tickling the fringe of his bangs. "I don't
think I have had the chance to tell you that." And in a way, Tomas could
understand what she was talking about.
Still prone to being quiet and hang back rather than step forward, under
Abigail's care he'd overcome the crippling fear that kept him from functioning
around women. In that respect, he could already feel the difference just
walking through the Vault. The overwhelming female population was still
strange, as was his position as it's only male. But he could manage it now
without the overwhelming wave of anxiety sending him running back to hide in
his room.
"I'm… pretty sure I have you to thank you for that," he smiled, and how much
could be gleaned from that one sentence.
Warmth, affection, possibly even love. Hearing all of this, Abigail's
expression remained the same, settled into a gentle smile. She decided it would
be best not to comment.
"What I mean is," she went on, her tone light and careful, "that I think you
are ready, for the rest of the Vault. I am very happy to see you have been
enjoying our lessons so far, but do not forget your responsibilities to the
rest of the women who will need you." Tomas' face curled in worry.
"You want to stop?" Offering only a meek resistance, Tomas managed to untangle
himself from his lovers grasp to turn and face her. Immediately he searched her
face, finding naught but care and compassion.
"Tom, nothing would make me happier than to keep you for myself. Unfortunately,
because of our circumstances that is not a possible reality. Eventually I will
have to share you, and I would not be doing my job if I failed to insure you
were prepared for when this time came." Tomas took this explanation as well as
could be expected, but still managed to keep himself composed.
"Okay, but," he stalled, searching for what he could say to fight back against
her point. "But we can keep going until you're pregnant, right? I mean you need
a baby as much as the rest of them." Clearly proud of his argument, he stared
at the flat plain of her stomach still devoid of the tiny bump that would swell
in the coming days. The sight of her hand interrupted his view as it lay across
the pale skin.
"Yes," she allowed. "We can continue until I am pregnant. But afterwards, can
you tell me you will be prepared to move on?" And though the young man couldn't
hear it, the words came with their own small weight of inevitability.
Oblivious, he smiled happily.
"Sure but, that could take months and stuff, right? We should just be happy for
now and worry about that when the time comes." Abigail didn't answer, but she
didn't stop Tomas when he leaned up for a kiss goodbye. Soft lips lingering on
each other, when they finally broke her blue eyes watched him prepare to leave.
The two quickly collected the last of their things, Tomas finishing just as
Abigail returned her bra to its proper place in containing her breasts. "Same
time tomorrow?" he was both cheeky and searching. And to his relief, Abigail
answered with her familiar smile, calm and comforting.
"Try not to be late for dinner tonight, okay?" her tone was gentle but
insistent. "You really need to eat more." But Tomas just waved her concern
away. Lately, everyone seemed to be telling him what to do. Eat more, sleep
more. Don't forget to take your vitamins. At this point he just ignored them.
Unlocking the sliding door he wasn't surprised at all to see his childhood
friend Camille seated just on the other side of the hallway. Face burred in a
book; her deep brown eyes looked up, blinking slowly with the same bored
expression she always wore while waiting for him after class. Without a word,
she picked up her things and shouldered her bag. The two shuffled off down the
hall in no particular hurry.
"You know you don't have to wait for me," he reminded her. This was the third
time he'd found her sitting outside since he and Abigail had begun their
routine. Shrugging her shoulders, her face remained frustratingly impassive.
"Easier than tracking you down later," she sighed, "and it's not like I can
trust you to come find me afterwards…"
"Not my fault all you want to do is homework," he grumbled. Though if he were
honest, he knew there wasn't all that much they could do in terms of
entertainment in the Vault. Almost as if she were making up for this fact,
Abigail held nothing back in burying them under mountains of homework to keep
them occupied outside of class. Sex aside, she seemed genuine in her goal of
seeing them excel.
"You know Tommy, if you still manage to fail a class when you're literally
sleeping with the teacher; I'm going to die laughing." Again, Tomas felt his
cheeks burn with indignation.
It still shocked him how she could remain so blasé in the face of everything.
If anyone else heard about what was happening between him and Abigail they'd
flip there lid. But here she was, cracking jokes. He was almost jealous of her
ability to cope.
"At least tell me you can't hear anything," he pleaded. In truth he was more
than disturbed by the thought of anyone just walking by and hearing exactly
what was going on during his and Mrs. Green's 'after class sessions'. In
response she just rolled her eyes as though the idea was ridiculous.
"Believe it or not, I have better things to do than listen to you get laid."
There was a hint of laughter in her tone that just happened to rub Tomas the
wrong way. Shoulders hunched and facing forward, his tone was quiet and
chipped.
"Not enough to keep you from sitting outside the door everyday…" A bit louder
than he'd intended, as soon as the words left his mouth he regretted it.
Peeking out of the corner of his eyes, he tried to see if Camille gave any sign
that she'd heard him. But calm and stone faced as ever, she continued walking
with the same lazy gait she always did. He decided to put it out of his mind
and the two continued in silence.
The familiar door to what he now called home came into view quickly enough. The
two stepped up and Tomas entered to four digit code meant to keep others out.
The door slid upward, and they made their way inside only to stop at the sight
of who was waiting for them.
"Tommy!" his mother smiled warmly with her arms open wide just as she always
did when he came home from school.
Leaving their bags by the door Tomas walked toward his mom, uncomfortable in
more ways than he could explain or wanted to think about. In many ways he still
wasn't used to how things were now, so different yet still so much the same.
Coming home from school after his first time with Abigail he'd been forced to
accept the fact that his mother knew exactly what he'd been doing, with whom,
and no doubt she would have questions about it. Yet, despite going through the
mental preparation for his looming inquisition, he opened the door to find his
mother greeting him in the same sweet and loving tone he'd heard his entire
life.
The very same tone she was using right now.
He knew that she knew, and he knew she knew that he knew. Stuck waiting for her
to respond or acknowledge the fact that she'd basically set him up for his
first time having sex she didn't even bat an eye at the awkward exchange.
Instead she breezed past the clear discomfort and chose to leave the enormous
elephant in the room ignored while he struggled to figure out how to walk
around it.
He stiffly returned her overbearing hug.
"I just wanted to see you home before leaving; the Overseer has asked to see me
again." Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear she picked up a small stack of
papers and shuffled them into a folder. Tomas simply nodded his head, only
really halfway listening.
While not yet an established governor of the Vault, Mrs. Swan had been visiting
the Overseer quite frequently over the past week. She hadn't explained why,
though neither of her children thought to ask her during the increasingly rare
occasions she was around. Both were too distracted, or just too tired to
question her repeated disappearances.
"Clair?" he found himself asking, to which his mother just sighed.
He didn't need to press the matter any further to know it would be another good
few hours before she dragged herself back from her job at the power plant, just
to fall onto her cot and pass out. The exception being if one of her shift
partners brought her back already unconscious as had been the case her first
day.
"I can't believe the hours they're making her work," she went on, eyes drawn to
her files. "Everyone is already exhausted. Either they are trying to do
something without the help they need, or they are trying to train people while
working without the help they need. It's all just taking too long to set up, we
don't have enough people qualified for half the positions we still need
filled," she stopped herself before she could begin ranting about the issue and
shook her head.
"Sorry, I know you have been hearing that from everyone enough already and I
really should be going. It's good to see you again Camille, I really wish we
had the time to chat and catch up." Flashing the olive skinned girl a
reproachful grin, Tomas' friend just waved her off. "Feel free to help yourself
to whatever's in the fridge. I think we got a fresh delivery of apples this
morning." At hearing this, the otherwise indifferent girl actually seemed to
perk up and what looked to be the beginnings of a smile threatening the edge of
her lips.
"Well, I mean, if you insist…" Flashing the girl a smile she gave her a wink
before continuing towards the door.
"Have fun you two, and try to get some studying in before your sister gets
home, she needs her rest." Grabbing the rest of her thing she quickly stepped
outside of the room, but not before kissing the tips of her fingers and
pressing them against her son's cheek. Grimacing, he watched the door close
behind her, relieved.
That was basically what his home life had become since the Vault was no longer
under lockdown. A sister who was too busy working to be around and a mother he
waited to leave rather than taking any comfort in her presence. Camille had
said that he wouldn't go looking for her if she didn't stick around but Tomas
was fairly sure it would take only an hour or so of isolation before he braved
the halls in search for his only friend. Not that he would ever tell her that.
Picking up his bag he fell onto the floor, seating himself in front of a low
table they'd pulled from the corner of the room. Camille, true to her promise,
immediately moved towards the kitchen. "Grab me a sugar bomb!" Tomas called
out, knowing there was really only a fifty-fifty chance she would listen. She
didn't answer, but walking back into the room to see his history textbook
already open she dropped the package of powdered sugar in his lap before
joining him. Two red fruits tumbled onto the smooth metal surface while she was
poised to take a large bite out of a third.
Staring at them, Tomas just raised an eyebrow before looking at his friend.
Camille's already dark cheeks became even more so. "Too much?" she asked,
setting the third one next to the others.
"Not really." Pulling the plastic packet around his treat open, the crinkly
material wined before finally giving in. Reaching in, he grabbed a few of the
dusty white pellets before popping them in his mouth. "Just didn't know you
were that into apples."
Calming down, Camille picked one up to stare at its shiny smooth surface with a
small but growing smile. Taking a bite, sweet juice actually trailed down her
chin. Smothering a satisfied moan that threatened to escape, each bite was
particularly audible. The resounding ~crunch, crunch~ followed by her
swallowing. Tomas shifted uneasily at seeing her throat bob and tried to focus
on her eyes instead. Licking her lips, she just shook her head.
"Guess I just miss real food." This earned a look of confusion from her friend,
only adding to her annoyance.
"We eat together twice a day," he reminded her. Lunch and dinner in the dining
hall might not be five star dining but he didn't have any problems with it
either. Camille didn't seem to share his opinion, rolling her eyes.
"It's all processed or frozen," she said before sighing. "It's only been a
month and my stomach already feels like it's trying to melt though my body."
"I think its fine." The young man shrugged, popping another ball of processed
powdered sugar into his mouth. Camille watched the motion with a dry stare.
"Not everyone can survive off sugar." Her smile was sarcastic, same as it
always was unless she was teasing him. "Before the war my family had a garden
remember? We had tomatoes and corn and berries right from the ground."
Expression dropping, the memories of her father just reminded her of his death.
Seeing the dip in his friend's expression, Tommy turned away from her, unused
to seeing her so down. Biting his lip, he reached for one of the remaining
fruits.
"Things will get better." He rolled it around his hand as he did his best to
recall what he had overheard others talking about in the cafeteria. "The
Overseer is still getting the farms up and running, these were just part of the
first batch." Holding it, it was strange to consider how the fruit had been
grown indoors, five miles underground. "Mom says that soon there will be more
than anyone could want."
She hadn't actually said anything about the hydroponics, but Tomas' assumed
that was the case. Besides, it seemed to cheer Camille up, if only slightly.
"And until then… you're always welcome here." Unused to anything besides their
usual playful banter, the words came out begrudging but Camille could hear the
honesty in them. Looking at the floor, the blond boy failed to notice the small
smile that had replaced her frown.
"Would it… be okay if I took some back for Paula?" a tone lighter than the
sadness she'd been showing a moment before, Tomas jumped on the progress,
anything to keep him from dealing with a sad girl.
"Sure," he shrugged his shoulders, "your mom too if she wants any." Her eyes
looked up, gratitude shining through. "How are they by the way? We're always
coming back here; I haven't even had the chance to talk to them yet."
"Paula's Paula." With a roll of her eyes she couldn't hide the love she carried
for her younger sibling. "She was pretty upset when we heard about dad but,
honestly? I think she's made the adjustment better than the rest of us." Tomas
wasn't at all surprised.
Compared to the introverted, stoically droll girl that was Camille, Paulina
couldn't have been more different if she tried. If he had to describe the
younger sibling, he would have told started by telling them to think of the
most pink loving, dress wearing, and girly girl imaginable, then add she would
put them all to shame. Paula Lopez was excitable to the point of vibrating and
sociable enough to make friends anywhere she went. Though, her most interesting
trait had to be the obvious, and at many times embarrassing crush she carried
for young Tomas.
"Though, she's been asking for you." Another sarcastic smile formed, one that
grew watching Tomas' face flush and frown. Torturing her friend with her
sister's unwanted affection never failed to amuse her. And that, at least,
hadn't changed.
"Guess I can drop by some time," he begrudgingly offered. Though, maybe not as
much as he put on. At thirteen her feelings had never been anything but awkward
and a little uncomfortable for the slightly older teen, but that didn't make
him care about her any less. A second family to the boy, it hurt to think he'd
gone so long without seeing them; he was almost willing to bear through one of
her infamous bone crushing hugs… maybe.
"It's probably better if I just brought her down here," she challenged.
"Between me, Paula, mom and Ms. Ronald its already pretty cramped." Tomas just
nodded his head and did his best not to flinch.
From the very beginning he'd been aware of the fact that his family's
accommodations were a bit more… privileged than the rest of the Vault populace
enjoyed. Though, it wasn't until he went outside and actual saw the difference
that he became aware of the true discrepancy.
A large family by the Vault's standards, the Lopez family was actually pretty
lucky in terms of privacy. While stuck with an admittedly small living space
they were forced to share with only one other woman. Not bad at all considering
some rooms resembled barracks more than homes, with lines of bunk beds housing
women, sometimes up to eight in a single room who were 'hot bunking' with
another eight on different shifts. Compared to his family's spacious dormitory,
it was no guess as to why they always ended up coming here now that he thought
about it.
"Maybe this weekend," he smiled. "I heard they might start playing movies in
the rec hall between shift hours, we could go see if it's anything worth
watching?"
Camille seemed to sigh, her eyes drawn and low. "As long as they don't show the
bottom of my sister's bunk for six hours then anything's an improvement." They
shared an exaggerated smile after that. The sheer boredom of living in a Vault
became overwhelming at times.
"Cool, it's a date." Tommy replied without thinking, even turning towards his
work in time to miss the smiling glance his remark had caused. She kicked him
under the table, "Ow!" not so much as batting an eye as she began to pull out
her own books. Tomas stared at her, eyes wide with confusion and cradling his
injured limb. He was about to call out when-.
"Enough talking," as though the moment before had never happened she continued.
"We only have another," she glanced at the clock, "seventeen hours until this
is due and you need every second you can get." Tomas made a face but otherwise
didn't bother pointing out her 'leg spasm'. This wasn't the first time the girl
had found a reason to smack him from out of nowhere, and it wouldn't be the
last either.
Time passed and the two young adults managed through their work at a reasonable
pace. Which was good since, complain as they might about how much they had,
homework was about the only thing they had to keep them occupied outside the
classroom.
As it stands, they both managed to finish just before dinner, Tomas a few
minutes after Camille. Now they were both stiffly shuffling off in search of
food. It didn't take long however before both teens noticed more and more women
clogging the hall the closer they came to the single cafeteria.
Since his sessions with Mrs. Green had started, she'd made it a point to
encourage him to have more of a presence in the Vault outside of class.
Pointing out how taking walks around the hallways and exploring the limited
space outside his home could help him become more accustomed to being
surrounded by an all female population. As a result, his private meals brought
to him by his mother had all but come to an end.
His first time walking into the crowded room, he'd been unnoticed up until he'd
gotten his food. But as soon as one woman recognized the lone male in the room,
the word spread like wildfire until young Tomas found himself faced with an
overwhelming number of gazes. Some were curious, some were fearful, others he
couldn't quite explain.
In the past that would have been enough to send him running, but the confidence
Abigail had managed to instill had been enough to keep standing strong.
Well, standing anyways.
He spent the next hour or so enjoying a decent, albeit awkward, meal. But like
most instances in life, able to actually see the mythical future of their Vault
was enough to sate the curiosity that had been building and building. Their
attention had slowly but surely drifted back to their meals apparently
satisfied he wasn't about to start mounting any of them right then and there.
With nothing else to draw their attention, he quickly faded back into
obscurity. Which was just fine by him.
Stepping through the mechanical doors, a veritable sea of cranky, overworked
women sat grouped around the square tables scattered throughout the room. And
at one of them, farthest to the left and tucked out of the way of the other
women, they spotted Clair, head down on the table and tray of food all but
untouched at her side. They shared a look.
The line was fast enough that they didn't mind it. Once they were each doled
out their overcooked pasta with canned tomato sauce, they made their way back
to the forlorn blonde, who didn't even flinch when they sat on either side of
her. Tomas at her right, and Camille at her left, it was only when his finger
pressed annoyingly into the side of her head that she showed any signs of life.
That being in the form of a long and drawn out sigh that carried even over the
low roar of hundreds of people talking.
"Ughhhh," her pitiful groan was just audible enough for Tomas to smirk.
"How's it feel to be a working woman?" he teased. "Everything you dreamed it
would be?" thankfully for him, Clair was too exhausted to work up any kind of
temper, choosing instead to stare pitifully at the two well rested students.
"I wanna go back to school!" she keened in the way only one who understood the
comfort of college could when forced into society. Turning toward her brother
her soft features pinched petulantly.
"Why do you get to go? You have a job, an easy one! All you have to do is have
sex, lucky." She turned back towards her tray, indignation finally starting to
burn behind her eyes.
"No lifting pipes or getting smeared in grease or dealing with plumbing. Just,
'hello miss! Don't mind my dick,' prick." The last word became accusatory, and
Tomas just shrugged at his sister, somewhat used to her lamenting by this
point.
Honestly though, he was the only one she could complain to. At least while the
majority of the Vault's situation was just as bad.
Around the room, just looking, Tomas could see the exhausted figures of the
women too tired to open their eyes. He could only hope that things would change
with enough time. He may not have much in the way of experience, but based on
what he overheard everything should settle down and the workload would ease up
once everyone got used to their schedules and everyone was actually trained
properly. And until then… well, he just hoped it wouldn't take too long.
He paused after a moment, realizing who was missing from their table. "Where's
mom?" but Clair didn't answer, one eyebrow rising as she realized the same
thing as her brother. The question was cut short by the sound of intercoms
crackling to life.
All at once everyone in the cafeteria of Vault sixty nine turned to look at far
wall where a small stage had been built into the side equipped with a
microphone and several speakers. The Overseer, with her red hair and million
dollar smile, stood at the small podium, tapping at the microphone with one of
her long, manicured nails. She continued testing the device until the rapid
thumping resounded throughout the room.
"Good evening citizens of Vault sixty nine," she greeted with her overly sweet
tone and bright expression. Compared to the dark shadow that every other woman
carried it was impossibly out of place, made even more so by the utter silence
that followed. Whatever the older woman had been pausing for didn't seem like
it was going to come, but she continued without acknowledging the cold return.
"Today marks the thirty fourth day since every one of our lives became woven
together, and since the start of this wonderful community I see us becoming. I
wanted to take a moment to thank all of you for working so hard in building
towards our future." She smiled at the room, perfect white teeth flashing in
the overhead light. But by then, much of the room had already turned back
towards their meal.
This wasn't as strange an occurrence as one might first think. The Overseer
seemed to make an appearance at least once a week giving updates on the Vault's
progress and always making sure to thank everyone for their sacrifices. Some
still seemed to take her at her word, they were easy to spot. Still turned
toward the older woman, their stress lined faces had brightened with something
close to a spark of hope. A majority of the Vault, however, had taken to
ignoring her completely.
Mabel Turner did her job as the Overseer, listing and explaining everything the
groups of woman had managed to accomplish in the week. Food was in production,
the water purifier was still working without issues and the clogged plumping
had been solved so there shouldn't be any more issues in the communal showers.
To most people, hearing that their home was running so smoothly was a good
thing. But these women, tired and broken down after having everything torn from
them, were much more interested in hearing what their Overseer wasn't saying.
She didn't report on their work hours being relaxed, she didn't report on any
kind breaks they could expect in the near future, she didn't report on a more
comfortable living situation becoming available, and she didn't say a damn word
on how much longer they were expected to work like dogs for her Vault. But who
cared about any of that when a new flavor of Nuka-cola was being introduced to
the vending machines, right?
By the end of her speech, even the people who had bothered to listen to whole
thing had turned back to their meals, frustration burning beneath their hunched
figures. Tension was building and if something wasn't done quickly, someone was
going to snap.
"Thank you for your time and thank you again for everything you've done," she
finished before adding just as she always did, "Always remember; yours are the
backs on which our future is built, and it's your sacrifices that will be
remembered as the foundation on which we will rise."
Spoken like a true politician.
Hearing her customary closing, everyone turned away. The speech was over and
everyone expected their glorious leader to step off the stage and exit like
usual. Except this time, the sound of the speakers cutting off didn't cut
through the din of the room. Instead, another woman took the stage. One that
was disturbingly familiar to the young man still watching the wooden lectern.
"Mom?!"
It was true, up there on the stage, stepping next to the Overseer, Jennifer
Swan stood proudly in her standard issue jumpsuit taking her place at the
microphone. Clair, hearing her brothers disbelieving outcry, looked up with the
same confused expression everyone else had as they sat in silence waiting to
find out what was going on.
"Um, hello?" her voice boomed over the sound system as she spoke too close into
the mic. She looked somewhat awkward and not at all as comfortable being in
front of so many people as their Overseer had been. She blinked, pulling back
from the netted metal cone as Mabel Turner phantomed a gesture with her hands,
motioning her to back away some. It was a humorous sight and one she took with
an apologetic grin.
"Hello?" she tried again, this time at a much more reasonable volume. After her
outburst, few people had bothered to look at her, but his mother continued as
best as she could, taking a moment to smile at the people that put forth the
effort.
"Many of you probably don't know me, and I wouldn't expect you to either. After
all, just a month ago I was one of you, just another woman, another face in the
crowd doing her best to survive in this strange new world of ours. However, I
did have one thing that made me different, one small stroke of luck that I
thank god for every morning I wake up and every night before I go to sleep.
That being, my wonderful son."
This time she turned in his direction, waving while Tomas stared at her through
wide eyes. A few of the women around his table turned to give him a quirked
brow and he found his cheeks flushing involuntarily at what felt like every eye
in the room on him. He turned his face towards the table, ignoring the new
interest his mother had inspired as best he could.
"I know that right now things are difficult," Jennifer continued, her tone more
fitting of the topic at hand, lower and earnest. Exactly what Mabel had
been trying to imitate when she'd addressed the Vault. "I know some of you even
feel that there is no hope, and that everything we're doing isn't going to
amount to anything. But I am here to show you exactly what we are fighting
for." She then turned and gestured to the left of the stage where a third woman
moved to enter the stage, this one just as familiar to the younger blond boy.
"Mrs. Green?" Camille's surprise sounded in her tone.
Just as she said, the dark haired high school teacher walked onto stage taking
her place beside their mother and smiling pleasantly. Overall her demeanor
seemed quite and composed. But Jennifer moved to wrap an arm around her slender
shoulders and held her while addressing the Vault.
"This is Abigail Green; she volunteered to teach our children what they will
need to know when it's their turn to inherit this Vault. It's an important job
and I feel that everyone can appreciate just what it means," she paused a
moment, scanning the room with her eyes. "However," she continued, "it is the
other career she has chosen to take on that I am here to talk about today." She
moved with her other hand, placing it over the other woman's stomach.
People caught on quickly and eyes widened. Next to Tomas, Clair turned to look
at her brother, eyes widening at the implications. Meanwhile, said young man
ignored his sister and stared up at the podium feeling an assortment of
emotions rush through his heart. Not one of them hopeful.
A quite murmur had begun to build in the room and more women had turned to look
at what was causing the commotion. "That's right," Jennifer smiled proudly as
any parent could as she confirmed just what she had meant by her taking
on another career. "Abigail is pregnant with what will be my first grandchild,
and will be the first of many to usher in the next generation."
What had been a low hum of conversation erupted as soon as the teachers
condition had been confirmed. Many stared openly at the pair like they couldn't
believe their ears, while others had taken to staring at Tomas. Apparently
their fear of being mounted wasn't quite as misplaced as they'd guessed.
Jennifer waited a few moments for the noise to recede before attempting to
speak.
"I understand that many of you are surprised by this news, maybe even
concerned. But mourning what we have lost can't take precedent to what we have
to achieve. This is proof of a future and proof of hope, so long as we are
willing to build it. That is why I am going to be the first thank this woman
for being so brave, for looking forward to a future while everyone around her
is still focused on their pain. Most importantly, I want to thank her for being
brave enough to embrace motherhood. It is the most beautiful and terrifying
journey we can walk in life, and one only those who have experienced for
herself could understand."
She turned towards Abigail with a wide beaming smile. "Thank you."
Up till this point the teacher had kept her composure, face set forward and her
hands folded polity in her lap. Being directly addressed, she answered Tomas
mother with a gentle and warm smile, joining his mother's hand with her own to
cradle the unborn child growing within her womb. The one Tomas had put there.
"Nothing could make me happier than knowing I'm doing my part for the Vault,"
was her answer. One that left many women deeply confused, if their expressions
were anything to go by. "It is so important that everyone recognizes their
place in our new home, whatever it may be." And Tomas felt his breath freeze in
his throat as her eyes seemed to scan the crowd before locking onto his wide
eyed stare. "Everyone," she repeated, and Tomas didn't need to be a genius to
understand what she was telling him. His expression dropped.
"Of course," Jennifer continued towards the people of the Vault, "such
dedication and selfless action deserves more than our thanks as reward." If she
didn't have everyone's attention before, every eye in the Vault was now staring
at the mother of two with unwavering focus, be it those in the cafeteria or
those scattered throughout the Vault watching on various closed circuit
screens.
"To be set forth immediately, Abigail will be relieved of all responsibilities
and obligations so as not to overexert herself in her current state. To the
same effect, she will be given her own private dormitory with its own
facilities for the duration of her pregnancy to insure her environment will
remain as stress free as possible. Her rations and dietary needs will of course
be taken into consideration as well, meaning she will be given first priority
when our hydroponic crops are harvested to help nurture herself and her child's
health throughout the process. Once her child is born, whether she decides to
raise it herself, or if she chooses to give it to be raised by the Vault, these
amenities will be retained until she has fully recovered. However long that may
be."
Silence dominated the room as women from all over stared in disbelief at what
they were being told. No work? Their own room? Fresh food? It was like winning
the Vault's equivalent of the lottery. And for what? Squeezing out a kid?
Suddenly, many of the women who had been unsure of, and even against the idea
of being forced to carry a child looked on the subject with new light.
Exactly as the Overseer and Council had intended, and just why everyone had
been run ragged for the last few weeks.
To make this mark even clearer, Jennifer went on to say, "please keep in mind
that this would be afforded to any woman whose pregnancy is confirmed by our
chief medical officer. I will personally be handling and in charge of this,
along with any of you who find yourself pregnant. The Overseer has been kind
enough to appoint me over this task, and granted me full authority in carrying
out my duties. Whatever is needed or requested I will do my best to provide for
you." Flashing another smile, she scanned over the audience.
"I'm looking forward to meeting and working with everyone brave enough to look
towards our future. Thank you for your time." This time the entire Vault
watched as the four women moved to step down from the stand, with Abigail
clustered safely between them.
Tomas watched all of this, acutely aware of the dozens, if not hundreds of eyes
suddenly turned in his direction.
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A/N: There it is. Hopefully the next chapter won't take as long to get out. All
I ask is that you bear with me and my very limited schedule. If you enjoyed the
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***** Goals* *****
A/N: hey, been a while, huh? Yeaaaa, sorry about that. I didn’t mean for so
much time to go by. But don’t think I was twiddling my thumbs either! Like
usual, I’ll leave the important note at the end for people who care to read but
the short and quick version is that I finally found a Beta to edit most of my
stories, this one included. And you won’t have to wait nearly as long for the
next chapter to come out.
An additional caveat I feel the need to point out is that there_is_no_sex_in
this_chapter, which I understand a few of you will be disappointed about.
However, take heart in the knowledge that the next chapter will have a full
scene to enjoy and that to make up for the disappointmentI_will_also_be_posting
a_short_commissioning_featuring_The_Lone_Wanderer_and_Moira_Brown_full_of
lemony_goodness. As well as a fun Gravity_Falls_one-shot_of_my_own_making for
everyone to enjoy. That’s all for now, but again, read my note at the bottom
for more information.
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                               Chapter 5 - Goals
"Candy Millar," a haggard and worn looking woman had once said to her young and
beautiful daughter, "this world isn't going to do you any favors. You're cute
now, and people will be nice at first, but that won't last. So you better do
everything you can to take whatever you want while you can. And don't let
nothin' get in your way. Not people, not the law, and damn sure not love."
Towering over the little girl, her eyes burned like the hot tip of a cigarette
freshly sucked to life. "This world isn't going to do you any favors."
Years past since Candy, or Candice Millar had been sat down for her mother's
little pep talk. And yet her words still echoed like the sharp chime of silver
bell.
She'd taken those words to heart that day, watching her mother grow older by
the day and knowing her fate was inevitably the same. She didn't delude herself
with fake dreams of diploma's or accomplishments. She was a Millar girl. And as
her mother had made abundantly clear, Millar girls were good for one thing, and
one thing only. And, at least in that sense, Candy was confident that she
excelled.
Growing up, Candy had been treated to much in life just because of her looks.
At the lovely young age of twenty three she was still in her prime, fit and
perky in all the right places. She hadn't even been thirteen before the front
of her shirt had bubble with maturity and her hips swelled to match. As per her
mother's instructions she'd quickly learned how to use her single advantage in
life to carve her own little niche in the world. It was no time at all before
the student became the master, eventually leaving the decrepit crone in the
dust to chase after her own future.
It had been disgustingly easy.
She hadn't even graduated high school before she found a number of men willing
to take care of her each and every need or want just so long as she handled one
of theirs. Clinging to each man for so long as they were useful, she did what
she needed to until a better offer happened across her plate. Where she would
move on without regret or so much as a second thought. Before she knew it, she
was suddenly being put up in five star hotels just for playing the perfect
mistress.
People had looked down on her for such a 'career path' in the past. She lived
through it all, the names, the rumors, and all the scathing looks so
called proper women of the world loved to send her way just for walking down
the same street. But then, all of them were dead now, weren't they? Funny how
life works out like that.
Even she couldn't deny her luck, how she ended up banging one of the few jerk
wads lucky enough to have not one, but two slots in the nearby Vault when
everything had gone to shit. The same kind of luck that had his dick in her
mouth the second the sirens went off. She vaguely recalled some mundane notion
that it had been meant for his wife. But, well, her loss was Candy's gain.
Maybe that will teach her to suck down one of her husband's loads every now and
then. And in the end, she didn't even have to put up with the bloated bastard.
Of course, that's also when her problems really began.
Women, women, women fucking everywhere without so much as a single man in
sight! How the hell was she supposed to sleep her way to the top when all she
had to work with was a bunch of clams? Suddenly all the cleavage in the world
was useless, which left her without a paddle or a boat up shit creek.
Seriously, trash burning? A fucking single bunkbed? Communal showers? Ha, hell
no! She was born to live a life of ease and luxury. Just like her mother had
always said.
Even if that meant seducing a teenager.
In only twenty four hours the Overseer's little pregnancy carnival had reached
a fair number of women, herself included. She and about thirty other women were
currently stuck outside the studly wonder's cabin, each and every one of them
clambering for just a drop of that thick, creamy splooge. The kid's sack might
as well be filled with gold for how many eyes were set on it.
After all, nine months of luxury and living the high life for popping out a
little bastard? That was math even Candy could do, and damn did it sound sweet.
Which is why it was unfortunate that she couldn't even get within ten feet of
the little man to work her womanly charms. Nor could any of the rest of her
‘sister in arms’. Looking around she couldn't help but size up her completion.
Blonde and brunette, tall and short, fat and thin, young and old; every type
Candy could imagine had resigned themselves to an afternoon of underage fun.
Though, none of them seemed to hold a candle to her 'natural advantages'. She
ran a bemused hand along her hips.
In particular, her eyes caught sight of one older woman whose face would be…
passable if not for the ridged frown etched into her expression. In each of her
ears Candy could see what looked like actual diamonds twinkling in the
perpetual florescent lights. Like that kind of shit even mattered anymore.
Clearly she'd been the type of girl lucky enough to be born into money. Except
now, the only kind of currency that actually mattered was a big swollen belly
and a screaming brat. Still, it was pretty nice to see the same kind of lady
that used to glare in her direction suddenly thrust in the exact same position.
A slow smirk quickly found its way across Candy's pouty lips.
Her eyes quickly spied a few other… notable points of interested milling about
the lonely hallway. A sun kissed blonde valley girl about Candy's age. An
overly buxom olive skinned woman with a mane of thick, curled black hair who
looked more fit running a PTA than seducing a teenage boy. A short, stout
potato of a woman whose pinched face looked like it'd been kicked a few too
many times. There was even a fit, dark skinned young woman standing off to the
corner whose figure screamed athletics and whose cold grey eyes dared anyone to
look her the wrong way. And so many more. Each of them in turn stared back at
her, as well as each other, doing their best to figure out what their chances
were for getting picked.
Which brought her to her current… predicament.
In her years of leisurely living Candy had learned how to deal with many of
life's obstacles; perfume, mouth wash, heels, plunging necklines, push up bras,
and of course lube.
But she had to admit, bodyguards? That was a new one.
Carla…something; the butch, blonde bitch was standing just outside the Swan
family dorm whenever Tomas was locked away. Which just about seemed to be every
hour of the day. The only chance any of them even got close to seeing him was
his short trip to and from school each day. And even then he didn't so much as
even glance in their direction. Leave it to fate to pick the one teenage boy in
the world that didn't jump at the chance to pump one out.
Maybe if he at least seemed interested in them the growing crowd of women might
relax some. Candy especially had no trouble waiting her turn, just so long as
she knew her name WAS on the list. But other than the brat's teacher, it didn't
look like anyone was going to get to do their 'womanly duty', or whatever the
Overseer called it, for the future of the Vault any time soon. Well, except for
that tomboy of a brat. Traipsing behind the golden boy everywhere he went.
She was fucking him. Every woman in the vault knew it. It was the only
explanation for why he hadn't gone looking for his next lay. That little friend
of his, now she was the real mastermind. And Candy would be lying if she said
she wasn't at least a little impressed. Even still, if she didn't get her's
soon the little Latina and her might need to have some words about the concept
of sharing.
Commotion in the front of the small crowd of women snapped Candy from her
thoughts and she looked towards the large metal door just in time to see it
open and a lone figure shuffle into the hallway. And just like that it was as
though a fisherman threw a bucket of chum into shark infested water.
The crowd knew better than to try and actually grab the young man as more than
one woman had ended up in the infirmary thanks to the impassible baton strapped
to Carla's hip. Still, desperate in the hopes of catching his attention, it was
a disgusting display of flirtation and attempted introduction. Clearly there
was some disparity between the women who were more comfortable with having sex
with a sixteen year old boy and those who were forcing themselves. But even the
most unsure of the lot quickly had to shed their reservations less they be
forgotten in the throng of estrogen.
The day before Candy had been right there with them. Under the discomfort of
their newly enhanced bosoms many women in the Vault had already taken to
wrapping their sleeves and upper jumpsuit around their waists rather than try
and squeeze themselves into them. And she in particular had conveniently forgot
to wear a bra that morning. Leaning to the point she was all but bent over at
the hip trying to give the boy a more than decent glance down her shirt, she
hoped to snare him with her charms then pull him in like she had so many others
before. For all the good it did her, just like the day before that, and the day
before that.
So today she found herself just watching him, trying to make sense of how she
could get a leg up on the rest of her fellow sisters to ride him for all he was
worth. But rather than catch his eyes wandering towards legs or tits, she was
surprised to realize his gaze was fixed firmly on the floor. Their normally
bright blue color somehow muted despite the fan craze happening around him. And
just like that he was off and around the corner with a path of women following
in his wake while Candy was left to consider her next plan of attack.
This world won't do you any favors. And she never asked for one.
Tomas sighed taking his seat, almost too aware of the literal flock of women
left to stand by the door of his classroom. The days first shift would start
soon, and he knew they'd need to disperse. But he also knew by now that, come
evening, they'd all stream back together like a school of fish. Calling his
name, smiling, just waiting to… His thoughts ended there, a deep flush taking
his pale complexion. In all his sixteen years of life, he never once though he
would be in a position where he needed to be protected from women who wanted to
sleep with him.
Speaking of which, his eyes glanced back towards the very back of the class
where his new shadow stood vigil beside the classroom door with eyes slightly
narrowed and the hand on her hip never staying far from her baton.
She'd been assigned to him that first morning after his mother's speech. The
very same soldier who he had later realized followed him and his family inside
just before the bombs had fallen. They'd been processed separately, so he'd
never gotten to actually talk to her. Now that she followed him everywhere he
went, he was surprised to say that hadn't changed.
The woman was… shockingly quiet and about as expressive as the metal walls of
their new home. He couldn't tell if it was her military service that
conditioned such behavior, or if it was just the product of surviving when the
rest of her unit had been condemned to nuclear annihilation. Hell, maybe she
had just been born that way. But behind her steely grey eyes there was an edge
that demanded order. And even he found it impossible to disobey. Basking in her
presents he could honestly say she was the second most stressful woman in his
life.
So of course now was the time for the first to stroll in.
Mrs. Green, his teacher, in quite a few ways. And also his greatest pain. Just
seeing her walk in, a gentle smile playing across her pointed chin and heart
shaped face was enough to force a flower of ache to bloom deep in his chest.
Which she didn't even seem to notice at all.
Breezing through the class she waved to the few classmates who still managed to
look her in the eyes after seeing her up there with his mother. At the start of
that first day plenty of the girls had been nervous around him. And the
teacher's sudden motherhood managed to reinstill some of that initial
alienation. After all, being the only male made it pretty easy to figure how
she'd gotten her little bundle of joy. Making it very hard not to imagine just
what happened in this very room after class had ended. He watched her pass him
by without so much as a glance in his direction. His fist tightened under the
desk.
Three days. That's how long he's waited for her to say something. Anything that
might explain why she'd… blindsided him like she had that night! "Don't miss
dinner." Ha, how about, "I'm already pregnant with your unborn child." She had
every opportunity to tell him, and yet he'd been just as clueless as the rest
of the Vault watching her get up on that stage.
He'd thought, maybe, she would have some kind of explanation for what happened.
Like, maybe the Overseer wouldn't let her tell him. But watching her over the
past few days it was becoming more and more clear that it had been her choice,
leaving him to wonder just what had the past few weeks really meant to her?
Had she been lying to him? Had the Overseer promised her all of that's stuff
before she had ever even met him? All he could do was remember the things she
said to him, encouraging him, actually making him feel comfortable for the
first time since the world had ended, and realize that none of it had been
real. He… cared about her. But she had just used him and he was tired of
waiting for his answers.
Time passed slowly for the young man as he was forced to sit through another
day of schooling. Watching Abigail was a special kind of hell for him, stuck
just staring at her while all he wanted was to stand up and confront the mother
of his first child. The bell for lunch rang after the usual four hours and he
was free to wait there, glaring, while the room of young girls quickly flowed
out of the room.
A hand settled on his shoulder.
He looked up to find Camille, soft brown eyes showing an unusual amount of
concern for him. She'd been there when the news hit, and she'd remained
strangely silent for the most part since. Even if they hung out like normal,
her posture and demeanor had been distant. But Tomas has just assumed that she
wanted to give him some time with his thoughts. Today, she must have seen the
purpose in his gaze and moved accordingly.
Blinking up at her expression, his hard features softened. "Don't worry. I
just… need to talk her. I just have some questions."
"Why?" she asked, frowning despite herself. "What can she possible say that
will make you feel better? This is just going to make you even more upset, you
know that." Her tone sounded even colder than normal. Tomas actually thought
about her words before continuing.
"If… if she's really been lying to me all this time, then I want to hear it
from her. I know it's stupid and I know I've been a little," he paused, "a
pain. I've been a pain." She didn't argue. "But I don't think I'll be able to
move on if I don't. You know?" Camille didn't say anything, but her expression
said it all. He was lucky to have a friend like her.
"Just go on ahead, alright? Fill up a tray for me. Seriously, don't wait up, I
have a feeling this won't take long." Camille nodded, regretfully but didn't
try to push the matter any further. Leaving her bag at her desk she walked
towards the door and was about to leave, but not before looking back towards
their teacher with something close to venom burning in her otherwise passive
expression. To say it was shocking was an understatement and Tomas couldn't
help but watch her make her way out the door, utterly confused as to why she
could have a reason to hate their teacher so much. He was the one hurting after
all, and it was her suggestion that he take up the older woman on her offer in
the first place!
Putting Camille's behavior at the back of his mind, Tomas turned back towards
his teacher only to find her already staring right at him. Hands folded in her
lap, her expression was as light and calm as ever, only further stirring the
coals of his anger. She had seen him in class, she knew what was coming, and
she didn't even blink. Just smiling that damn smile and waiting for him to
stand and approach her. He did just that.
"Hello Tom, what can I do for you today?"
He just stared at her. It was all he could do. Really, she was still just going
to keep pretending? His face flashed with pain but he refused to let it show.
Instead he stood up straight and confronted her with all the confidence she
herself had managed to instill in his slight frame.
"You lied to me." Direct, focused, he knew he couldn't get distracted in front
of her. Not if he wanted to keep from looking like that same stumbling kid
she'd taken in. "You lied." The pain from before threatened his voice, but just
like before he forced it back down.
Abigail blinked, and continued speaking with the same tone as before. "And what
lie was that? If you don't mind my asking?"
"You were pregnant!" he all but yelled, collecting himself quickly but no
longer able to keep all of his anger and pain bottled up. "You had all day to
tell me," he growled. "Did you even think of letting me know before everyone
else? How long did you even know before you told the entire Vault?" While he
was growing more and more distressed, Abigail's expression remained perfectly
serine. So sure in herself and her actions there was no trace of shame nor hint
of guilt. Just, perhaps, a flickering of regret that things needed to unfold as
they had. Her blue orbs watched him for a moment before she answered.
"A week," she replied evenly and bluntly, shocking the boy and refueling his
anger all the more.
"A week…" he repeated. "And you just, what, wanted to laugh at me? Did you
think it was funny; watching me make plans, pretending like they could ever
actually happen, like you hadn't already gotten what you wanted all along?" He
was horrified to hear a hint of tears in his tone.
"Tom!" she gasped, and for the first time at least pretended to care about him.
"Of course not! Why would you ever think such a thing?" He would have laughed
if he hadn't known it would have sounded so bitter. Instead he settled for an
exasperated roll of his cool blue eyes.
"Then why didn't you tell me!? You made me find out in the cafeteria, surround
by hundreds of strangers! I'm the dad, I should have been the first to find
out. Not… not the Overseer. Not my own mother!" And that was an entirely
different fight all together. "I… I felt like an idiot. Like you just used me!
You're having my child and yet… you haven't even talked to me, not once since
then! Did I even mean anything to you? Or was I just your meal ticket?" Having
ducked his head from her view, now his eyes returned to meet her own. Pure
emotion streaming through. Then Abigail was helpless but to return the
expression. Pinching her lips, eventually her will power failed her and her
hands reached out for the boy, no, the young man before her to wrap him in her
embrace.
Tom resisted for a moment, wanting to do nothing but hate this woman who had
tricked him. But the comfort of her warmth and scent were too powerful, too
familiar. And he had missed it more than he could have ever realize. Unbidden
he leaned into her arms, his own hands settling around the narrow curve of her
waist to pull her against him.
The two stayed like this for some time. Silent, focused only on the other in
their arms until finally the teacher's voice murmur in his ear. The two words
Tomas had been waiting to hear for so long. "I'm sorry." And she was.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't know you would be hurt this much." All her
words did was make him hold her that much tighter against him. As though he
could prove her wrong just by his need to have her near. It didn't, but she did
smile at the affection. Gentle and motherly as she turned her hand against his
hair in slow soothing strokes.
"Please understand, the Overseer would have been the first to know no matter
what I wanted. As soon as she knew you'd accepted my… instruction she had me
tested daily, and your mother was never far behind. And as for why I didn't
tell you…" her hand stopped and she took a deep breath. Tomas leaned back from
her chest to look up at her, staring with such intensity it was painful. In
moments her expression dropped, becoming sad in a way that could only mean
pity. "I didn't tell you… because you didn't want to hear it." A simple answer.
Too simple it seemed if Tom's disappointment was any indication. Abigail
continued smoothly before he had the chance to voice his objections.
"You didn't want this child, Tom, and you know that is true. At least, it
wasn't your priority." Her eyes glanced away, her expression unreadable. "You
were so… fixated on clinging to our time together, you refused to acknowledge
that it needed to end for you to continue with your responsibilities. Even
though I did my best to prepare you for that eventuality, I knew if I told you
that we'd been successful… you would only focus on that we could no longer
spend our evenings together rather than the future you had given to the Vault."
Closing her eyes she allowed her hand to move from his shoulder to drop to her
belly where a new life had already taken hold. She caressed the flat surface
tenderly, already loving what she would bring into the world. "And that… that
is not how it should have been."
Tomas was glad she wasn't looking at him if only for the opportunity to collect
himself. He wasn't angry anymore, at least, not at her. Just sad. Sad that his
life couldn't be easier, sad that he couldn't just be with his teacher, but
most of all sad that he knew she was right. He thought about arguing with her,
about denying everything that she was saying. But clearly in the time they'd
spent together she had learned far more about him than he had of her.
He'd spent so much time angry thinking that he'd been abandoned, so focused on
the fact that Abigail had lied to him… he hadn't even thought about their
child. Sure, he knew she was pregnant but for the first time that reality was
really hitting him. And much like his teacher he couldn't help but pull away
from her soft warm curves to stare at the space where her hand rested.
It was hard to fathom that inside of there, under her hand was a person. An
entirely new person, that he had helped create. It was part of him and part of
Abigail. Proof of his feelings for an incredible woman. Reaching out, Abigail
gladly moved her hand, a gentle smile touching at her lips as she felt his hand
press against her belly. It was still too small to feel but the intention was
there. And she could only hope that this would help him understand the weight
of his responsibility, and what his mere presence in the Vault really
represented. Because what he was looking at, what he had helped create… it was
hope. The only hope in what would otherwise be the world's most glorified and
high tech mausoleum.
It was a touching moment, the age difference aside. For a moment Tomas could
actually pretend they were just a normal couple celebrating the life they had
created. Caught up in the moment, the young man allowed the emotions to get the
better of him and before he could think to stop himself his lips found those of
his teachers. Forcing his weight to settle against the soft, sweet curve of her
Cupid 's bow lip.
Abigail, caught off guard, blinked at the sudden and intimate gesture. Hands
settling on his shoulders she considered for a moment just pushing him away. He
needed to distance himself from her after all, it had been the entire purpose
behind her sudden passivity towards him in the wake of her announcement. But,
just this one time, she decided she would allow the emotional exchange. Closing
her eyes, she returned the gesture, giving him this one final moment before
pushing him away into the cold, harsh reality that he was going to be forced to
endure.
For Tomas it was like coming home. For a boy who had been a virgin only a
little a while ago three days might not seem like very long. But he'd made love
to her every day for two weeks, and it was only now that he realized the pain
of going without a woman's comfort. Hands on her hips he moved to pull her
against him one last time while her hands settled naturally across his shoulder
to caress and comfort him. Finally, it had to come to an end, but separating
his lips from hers was the most painful experience Tomas had ever remembered in
his young life. And when he opened his eyes, he found Abigail's crystal blue
pair already open. Watching him, welcoming him, and then without warning all
the emotions he had been feeling for the past three days flared up, the words
escaped before he could ever think about their consequences. This turned out to
be a mistake.
"I love you…" And just like the warmth he'd been admiring in her gaze fell away
like a candle snuffed from existence. It was the opposite of what he'd been
hoping to see, and he knew right way that he'd made the wrong move.
"Tom," she started, sighing his name against his lips. Hands still caressing
against his back, she slowly drew her fingers across his jumpsuit until her
palms were braced against his chest. She gently nudged him away, not off of her
but so she could stare into his eyes. There in those deep cold orbs he could
see, not anger, not disgust, but disappointment. As though he'd failed some
test that she thought him more than capable of passing.
"You don't love me," she intoned calmly, like they were too irrefutable to be
anything but fact. Tomas' humiliation was put aside as a frown marred his
otherwise boyishly handsome features, as well as a small amount of indignation.
"How can you say that?" he refused, shaking his head even as his hands gripped
at her hips possessively. Did she just not believe him? "O-Of course I do. I
mean… I've never felt like this about anyone." Gazing into her face Tomas could
feel his heart warm, oozing a sense of calm and excitement that was almost
additive to his adolescent brain. A dazed smile spread across his face and
Abigail had to suppress a smile at the obvious display.
"Tom," she tried again, a small amount of amusement leaking through unfiltered.
"You don't love me. You love having sex with me." Staring back at him, it
wasn't as though she hadn't been expecting something like this, she'd just
feared it. After all, it only made sense he would make their relationship into
more than it was. He was sixteen, and she was the first woman to touch his
penis. That didn't come without some… confusing emotions. Of course that didn't
make his puppy love expression any less adorable. Finally the smile she'd been
fighting won out at which Tomas could only roll his eyes.
"But-" Abigail shook her head before he could argue.
"Sweetie, trust me. I understand, and it's perfectly natural that you feel this
strongly after what we've been doing. Sex is intimate, and personal. To the
point that afterwards, you can't help but feel you've given a part of yourself
over to the other person. But those feelings, they will fade in time,
especially once you start sleeping with other women. You might feel like this
now but give it a month and I'll just be a distant, but hopefully fond,
memory."
Tomas stared at her feeling a deep sense of conflict grinding in the hollow of
his chest. Could she be right? Did he only feel this way because they were
having sex? The very idea seemed… probable, if he were being honest. But… but,
no! No, he knew what he felt. And how could it be anything but love? Not pure,
obviously. But love all the same.
When he looked at his teacher it was like his whole day was better just by
having her in it. And when he was forced to say goodbye at the end of the day,
all he could do is wait for the next morning to arrive so he could come back
and see her again.
It was ironic, considering the pain she had caused him over the past three
days. If she'd asked him just a few hours ago he would have said that he hated
her! But wasn't that just more proof of his feelings? Who could hurt him the
worst other than the person who he cared about the most? No, she can call him a
dumb, moon eyed teenager all she wanted. But what he felt was real. And he
couldn't just say goodbye that easily.
"No." just like that. A flat out refusal that he would not accept what she was
telling him. His expression matched his resolute denial, determination set
against his pale features and light blond hair.
"Tomas…" she sighed, as though the conversation was actually draining her but
this time it was Tomas who interrupted her, and before she could continue she
found her shoulder's seized by his surprisingly strong grasp that all but
forced her to look at him. Really look at him. And staring into his eyes
Abigail couldn't help but falter, falling silent to listen to what had driven
him to such a state.
"You say we can't be together, that… that I need to do my duty for the Vault or
whatever. But why does one have to go without the other? I mean, obviously
you're okay with it. You wouldn't be upset that I was sleeping with other
women." A smile tugged at her lips at the very thought. "I just mean, can't we
be together while I'm out there?" His teacher waited a moment before
responding, her words slow and careful.
"I would just be a distraction. You know that there is only a very small window
of time before a large portion of the Vault begins going through menopause. And
even then, every day that you wait, no, every minute the women outside those
doors have a decreasing percent of fertility. The numbers are, quite literally,
stacking against you. And in good conscious, how could I ever take even a
moment of your time knowing it could be better spent increasing the odds of our
survival?' This time it was Tomas who fell silent, forced to accept his
teacher's words as true. No matter how much he would have liked to argue the
contrary. Finally, nodding his head he looked back up. Eyes flashing with
purpose.
"Okay… okay. So we can't be together right now. But," he sighed, "but that
doesn't mean things will be like this forever, right? I mean, it's just because
things are still so… bad. But what about when things aren't? I'm not going to
be expected to spend my entire life alone, am I? And when I do choose who I
want to be with…" 'I want you', went unsaid. And yet between them the three
words had never been louder. Abigail… honestly didn't know what to say.
Her first instinct was to crush his hope, if only for the future of the Vault.
His fixation on her, while cute, was detrimental in the long run. And she knew
it would only cause him more pain to have even a glimpse of something that
would never be. And yet, she couldn't ignore the opportunity he was presenting
either. He was admitting that he was going to do his work, for a future with
her sure, but would that be so bad?
The best case scenario was that she sent him away with a promise of a future
that he would quickly realize he no longer wanted. He would continue to
impregnate woman at a constant rate and learn that his crush was only ever just
that. Ideal, by anyone's measure.
And the worst case? He was still in love with her at the end of it all. And,
while not something she was actively interested in pursuing, Mrs. Green could
at least recognize that it wouldn't be a terrible life being claimed by, what
the Vault considered, to be the last man on earth. He would have sons of
course, the Vaults future depended on that, but by the time they reached an
appropriate age, her own would make any concept of romance laughable at best.
Tomas Swan really was her last hope at anything romantic or sexual.
She didn't care about the fame, nor did she care about the benefits. The fact
that she was still teaching despite her free pass was proof enough of that.
Did she love him? No, of course not. But after her husband's death she doubted
her heart would ever heal enough for such a profound emotion. But she did like
him. What could have been a disturbing and unpleasant experience had become a
wonderful memory. And even more than that, she enjoyed their time together.
It wouldn't be a relationship built on love, but it would be comfortable. And
for a broken old woman lost and looking for a place in this new life, that was
enough.
The long stretch of silence didn't go unnoticed, but Tomas tried to convince
himself that it was at least better than an outright denial. Or worse,
laughter. Whatever she was thinking, at minimum she was doing just that,
thinking, and that meant some part of her wasn't completely against him or his
hopes. Eyes cast downward, his teacher actually seemed to consider his
proposition. A fact that sent his heart nearly tripling in speed in the thin
cage of his chest. When she finally looked up, he could have sworn it was about
to stop.
"You know… that sounds almost like a proposal." Rather than chastising, Tomas
was amazed to hear her tone turn coy.
He didn't say anything, never able to confirm or deny the tease. Instead he
stared her in the eyes, unblinking, and terribly aware of the sweat starting to
build on his forehead. Another beat of silence passed as she waited for him to
answer. But his quite seemed to be answer enough as she smiled softly.
"Well… okay then." His eyes threatened to pop from his skull. "It'll be quite a
while before you can reach that point, you understand," she quickly amended.
"To reach the point where you're no longer vital to the Vault's existence? You
would first need to create a stable population. And that could take… quite a
bit of time, even if you work your hardest, and I don't want to see you coming
back within a week expecting anything." But all Tomas could hear was the
distinct lack of 'no' in her words.
"And… and if I do that. If I can get a stable population you'll be with me? For
real this time?" it was almost too good to believe. To actually have this
beautiful, mature woman as his? For however long it took that he no longer
mattered?
Hearing the unbridled hope in his tone, Abigail's measuring expression
softened. "If you've been with that many women and still truly believe that you
are in love with me… then yes, I will be yours until death do us part." Tomas'
face flushed with joy, as well as determination. Seeing this Abigail couldn't
help but let loose a coy grin.
"Don't get too excited. Remember, you are literally the last man on earth for
all we know. It's not like I have a lot of options." His answer was to kiss
her. A kiss full of all the love and adoration he felt toiling in his soul.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Green had anticipated such a response and moved to
intervene accordingly. Suddenly, Tomas found his lips pressed against the palm
of her hand and he backed away slowly.
"And this also means no more lessons. I dare say you've more than graduated
from what I can teach. Which means anything more would just a waste of both our
time." She smirked seeing his disappointment, but this would be another good
lesson for him. Right now he had put her up on some pedestal in his mind. He
idolized her as more than she was, or could ever be. Hopefully whatever goggles
he had on would clear once some of that blood returned to his head. As if that
wasn't cruel enough she also moved from her desk to escape the boy's crushing
proximity.
"Don't look at me like that," she quipped without a shred of mercy. He frowned
at her like a boy who just had his favorite toy just taken from him. "Don't
think I couldn't feel it pressing against my thigh. This belly is already
stuffed to capacity, thank you." She placed a hand over her nonexistent baby
bump. "Why don't you go take that and put it someplace where it might actually
do some good, huh?" Tomas just stared after her, more than aware of his
erection running long the inside of his thigh.
"Go on," she shooed him away like some beast, actually motioning with her hand.
"Get some food and clear your head. Remember, you still have a trigonometry
test that I expect to see you to pass." And that, finally, killed whatever
lingering affection he might have harbored. Releasing it with a long frown.
Abigail openly chuckled at his pain.
Seeing that he wasn't going to get anywhere today, Tomas regretfully made his
way towards the door where a wave of women were no doubt expecting him. As well
as his stoic personal soldier. Neither of whom he was exactly looking forward
to seeing. That being said, he needed to keep in mind what he'd just agreed to,
which meant actually going out and… picking one of them to have sex with. A
prospect that his body certainly agreed with if the sudden pressure below his
belt was any indication.
At the door he couldn't help but look back at the woman who he thought he
loved. Face down she didn't even look at him gathering together the papers for
the test she had prepared. And just then it strangely hit him. When he'd been
holding her, when he could feel her body pressed against his of course it was
easy to promise the world, just so long as he could make that pleasant emotion
last as long as it could. But now that he has to look on from afar…
Who knows how long it would take before he could kiss her again? Before he
could hold her? Before her could feel the smooth, wet embrace of her inner
walls sliding around the unyielding and swollen mass of his erection? Someday,
someday she would be his. But that day wasn't today. And that… made whatever
ever victory he thought he'd just won suddenly hollow. And just like that he
could feel his smile slip, and in its place an echoing frown would remain.
In any other situation he knew she wouldn't have even looked in his direction.
But even still, he couldn't help but feel a taste of bitterness flavor his
tongue towards the Vault. And then he opened the door.
Sure enough, the wall of women were still waiting for him. Most of them
forgoing one of their only three meals just on the off chance that he might
want have sex with them. Some he recognized from that morning, which was even
more startling. Considering this was the time they were supposed to sleep and
rest up for another long night of duties. And yet still they remained.
A few them seemed to notice he was actually looking at them and perked up
accordingly. Soon his vision was filled with brilliant grins and sparking eyes,
each one determined to stand out more than the others. For a moment it was all
he could do to think back to the days before the Vault when he'd just been
'that' guy. Just some random teenager praying to lose his virginity before he
was seventy. Things had certainly changed.
"Are you going to lunch?" a monotone voice questioned to his left. Glancing
over he realized Robin had spoken to him, and that he needed to answer. A chill
went up his spine glancing back at the overwhelming group of women. This was
his duty to the Vault, and he couldn't keep running away. Not if he really
wanted to be with his teacher again.
He lifted his hand to wave. And just like that the women nearly doubled their
efforts! They called his name, offered their own, and some even crossed their
arms under their breasts, pushing up the mounds of womanly flesh for his
peruse-ment. Almost immediately his cheeks burned but it wasn't enough to
detract from the view.
Actually opening himself up to the public was turning out to be much more…
enjoyable than he'd first thought it would be.
The fear that had frozen him before was wonderfully absent, watered down into
an uncomfortable anxiety in the pit of his belly rather than a frozen mass of
spikes in his gut. Looking at the women and knowing what he was supposed to do,
he realized that at least now he didn't have to worry about making a fool of
himself which had been one of his biggest fears. Really, the only reason he
hadn't tried to 'acquire' another woman had been his fear of dishonoring his
relationship with his teacher. Which, he just realized, had been what Abigail
had been trying to avoid since day one.
He needed to show her that he could be with other women and still care about
her. He needed to embrace his roll and stop running from it. He needed to stop
acting like a little kid. And he also really needed to do something about the
constant erection threatening to drive him insane! Thankfully this crowd of
women seemed ready and able to help him with each and every one of those
problems.
Without thinking he moved to step closer towards the crowd before Robin could
think to stop him. And in their fever the horde responded as though it had one
mind, reaching out to grasp the front of his shirt and pull him into their
number. Totally unexpected, Tomas didn't even have time to think before he was
yanked into a tangle of breasts and limbs, each one trying to grasp a part of
him to pull in their direction!
The roar of voices consumed him, and he couldn't even hear his own voice as he
felt his lips part and his throat shout out in pain!
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A/N: Okay, so I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I’ll_have_the_next_one_out
by_sometime_next_month_for_sure.It’s already sixty percent done and I can
promise a nice long sex scene for everyone who’s been waiting for one. Thanks
for everyone who’s been patient. Considering the popularity of this archive I
feel like Vault 69 is getting a great amount of attention and I want everyone
to know I appreciate that.
In other news, yes,_I_have_officially_found_a_Beta_for_all_my_stories except
Sense of Semblance. He’s even been kind enough to go back and correct all the
past chapter’s for vault which have already been replaced. It’s mostly been
grammatical changes with a few details included for quality’s sake, but_one
change_was_made_in_the_first_chapteryou might want to check out. That being,
Carla Robins who before was just a random woman with a militant background, has
now been changed to one of the soldiers who was originally guarding the vault
when Tom and his family arrive. Check it out if you want the full effect.
Additionally, for any of you who are fans of Sense of Semblance, please be
assured that an update is also on its way.
That’s all for now.
***** Chapter 6 *****
A/N: hahaha, wow… you guys get kinda pissy, don't you? *shrugs* its okay, I get
it. I said a chapter would be out in a month and it took me a bit longer than
that. I'd be pissed too. Unfortunately, another of my stories was seven months
overdue and they needed my attention more than this story at the time. You all
probably don't even care, it's not the story you wanted to read after all, I
just wanted to throw it out there that I wasn't sitting on my hands oblivious
to the MANY reviews DEMANDING I update.
Lol, and even if a few of you came off as a little… bratty, its okay. I still
love you. It just means you enjoy the story that much and couldn't wait for the
next update. Well, here it is. And on a regular update schedule from now on.
For more information on that, please take a look at my profile to see what will
be updated when. But first, the chapter. *bows* Enjoy.
Tag(s): Mature woman, redhead, oral, missionary, groping.
Beta: LordsofEmberCelica
Words: 16,344
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Chapter 6
Vaguely, in the back of his mind Tomas could have sworn he heard his bodyguard
barking in outrage at what he was doing. He'd never really understood why she'd
been assigned to him at first, but now he was beginning to understand just how
desperate some of these women were for the few amenities the Overseer promised
as 'compensation' for carrying his child. And just how foolish he'd been to
think they would be anything but.
Now he was paying the price.
He had no way of knowing how long he'd been caught up in the mob of estrogen,
but eventually, Robin must have managed to hack her way through to him. He
could feel the tight grips squeezing his wrists, shoulders, and hair lessen,
and a cry of outrage settled around him. They just dropped him without warning,
or so he thought until he managed to look up in time to see the tip of a baton
swinging to and fro.
Finally free, Tomas responded like any small animal that had just escaped the
fearsome and hungry maw of a starved predator would. On hands and knees, he
scrambled past legs and feet, going unseen while Robin kept them distracted.
The light at the end of the tunnel finally made its appearance, and he broke
through with a gasp. But he didn't dare stop. Even with his bodyguard calling
out for him, he made a break for an empty hallway, running for the sole purpose
of prolonging his survival until the sounds of rage and pain began to fade.
By the time he finally came to a stop he was out of breath, panting, with
bullets of sweat dripping down his face and neck. He liked to think that this
made him safe, but he'd never been much of a runner, and the endless hallways
of the vault made it seem like he'd only traveled a few feet. Unable to take
another step, he finally settled against one of the cool metal walls and
allowed his butt to sink towards the floor.
Given a moment to himself, he tried to do a little personal inspection to see
if he'd been hurt. Miraculously, it seemed like all he got was a few cuts and
maybe a bruise or two. No doubt in part due to long-nailed hands grasping for
his clothes and person. To his embarrassment, he quickly realized the fly to
his jumpsuit had been torn open, allowing the light blue color of his boxers to
stand out. He chuckled, unable to help it. The sheer impossibility of what had
just happened was threatening his sanity, if only for a moment. When it passed,
however, all he could do was frown.
Seriously, what even was his life anymore? He felt like he was losing his mind,
and just when he felt like he might be able to get a handle on things he was
nearly torn apart by a group of women who might have done God knows what if he
hadn't gotten away. Even worse, it was only after he started running that he
realized he didn't have anyone or anywhere he could run too.
His family was basically MIA, not that he even wanted to see his mother at this
point.
The only time he got to see his sister was when she was passed out on her bed
but given just how little help she had been and the way she'd been treating him
since this began she ranked only slightly lower on his list of people he wanted
to avoid than their mother.
He couldn't rely on his teacher anymore as she had all but given him the boot
and tossed him out to the wolves.
Even Camille had started to act… weird lately, staring at him when she thought
he wasn't paying attention and glaring at him when she knew he was. Not to
mention she hardly said a word to him anymore, even when they were alone
together. Today had been what felt like the first full sentence he'd heard from
her lips in two whole days. The one before that had been asking him to pass the
ketchup.
He'd thought talking to his teacher would help calm him down, but he quickly
realized he'd never felt more stressed than he had after they last spoke.
"Hello..." a bright and cheery voice called to his right, from the same
direction he'd just finished running from. Still sitting on the floor, Tomas
felt his eyes widen and the instinct to flee flared to live once again.
It was a woman, obviously, with bright red hair that flowed down her shoulders.
She was staring at him with eyes that were bright and friendly, seemingly void
of the frantic craze that had driven those other women to such extremes. What
amazed him even more than their seeming clarity, however, was their green hue.
Playing off the darker shade of her burgundy eyebrows and pale freckled cheeks
dimpling under the strain of her grin, they had an almost ethereal welcoming
shine to them.
Doing a quick survey of the situation, he noted she wasn't attacking him, so
that was a plus. But he didn't know what to make of her either. She wasn't
someone he knew from town, and she wasn't a teacher from the school. True he
didn't know most of the people here in the vault, but the majority of them he
had at least seen over the years. This woman, though, was a complete stranger.
Feeling that the silence stretching between them was reaching the point of
growing uncomfortable, he opened his mouth to return the greeting. Slowly and
carefully, trying to learn from the mistake that had nearly gotten him gang
raped just minutes ago. "Hello?" Clearly dubious, this strange woman didn't
seem to care in the slightest and brightened at hearing his voice. The wrinkle
between Tomas' brow deepened at her reaction...perfectly...calm,
normal...something he was beginning to believe ceased to exist when the vault
was sealed.
"Would you mind if I sat with you?" she asked. The question was odd and out of
place, much like her sudden appearance had been, but Tomas couldn't find any
reason to deny her. Nodding once, the red-haired woman's eyes seemed to
twinkle, and being the young man that he was, Tomas found himself unable to
look away. A moment passed before she gingerly lowered herself until her butt
settled on the cold floor just within what Tomas considered his personal
bubble. Rather than panic, he found his body warming at her sudden proximity,
more than aware of how well she happened to fill out her blue and yellow
jumpsuit.
"Tomas, right?" she asked as though she hadn't just seen him looking at her
chest, as though anybody in the vault didn't already know his name. She reached
out to shake his hand, offering her own but was careful not to thrust it too
close. "I'm Candice, but, everyone calls me Candy." He couldn't help but blink
at the gesture, pausing for what must have been half a minute before slowly
reaching out to return it. Even through his cautious mindset, he couldn't help
but take note of how soft her skin felt in his hand.
Banishing the thought he pulled his hand away, and Candy continued staring at
him. Not dangerously, not even curiously, she just watched him with a kind and
gentle expression. Unbidden, he found himself relaxing against the wall ever so
slightly. Not enough to erase the confusion that still swirled through his
thoughts, but enough so that he didn't feel like he was in any danger.
"You're...here to have sex with me, aren't you?" It was less of a question and
more of an assumption. For the life of him, he couldn't imagine why else this
grown woman he'd never met before was taking the time to sit with him,
especially considering the circumstances they were in. If she was caught off
guard by his blunt accusation, she didn't show it. Hell, she didn't even blink.
Instead, her smile just widened slightly as her head tilted playfully to the
side.
"Would that be such a bad thing?" she answered, not at all denying the
accusation. That only made Tomas' eyes widen. Then, much to his surprise, his
sudden reaction earned him a delighted giggle. She continued in a teasing tone,
"I hope I'm not too disgusting." His answer was to blush hotly, which only
earned him another bout of pleasant laughter.
Disgusting… was not the first word nor the last that came to mind when one laid
their eyes on Candice Millar for the first time. Delightful, bubbly, curvy,
yes. But not disgusting. As if to punctuate this point Tomas allowed his eyes
to fall below her hypnotizing gaze for a second time to admire, if a bit
reluctantly, her bountiful womanly assets.
Even without the drugs enhancing her chest and hips, she had been rather
gifted. Taking after her mother who used her allure and influence in the same
way, just as she taught her own daughter. The same teachings that encouraged
her to arch her back as soon as Tomas' gaze faltered, giving even more curve to
the full and mountainous mass of her chest.
He caught himself a moment later, all but shaking his head to clear his
thoughts. Below the belt, it wasn't quite as easy to banish the lustful
thoughts, and he found himself cursing internally at the throbbing length of
his newly awoken erection snaking across his thigh. Still slightly torn from
his foray, the bulge in his boxers was even more obvious. It was all he could
do to keep from covering his shame with both hands, in the vain hope that she
hadn't noticed.
Candy had noticed. Of course she had. Over the years she'd learned quite a bit
about men as well as their tells. Compared to a state senator worried about
paparazzi catching wind of his illicit affair, the sixteen-year-old boy was
about as indecipherable as a billboard. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing
– just the opposite in fact. At least now she could rest easy knowing he was
interested in women, which had seriously been in question among the old rumor
mill. And if he wanted a woman, then Candy had nothing to worry about, she just
needed to become that woman he desired.
It was another thing she had mastered over the years and a major factor in her
success. Everyone wanted something, wanted someone after all. If that someone
wasn't her, she simply became that person, at least in their eyes. She could
play the innocent, naive college girl just as easily as she could become the
lady in red if that was what they wanted. Sultry or sweet, innocent or
indecent, none of it mattered to her in the end so long as she got what she
wanted.
Tomas finally managed to stutter a reply, seeing the expectant interest in her
stare. "I-I'm just not really… in the mood." He couldn't help but wince,
wondering if it was possible for him to sound any more pathetic. After all,
here was this gorgeous woman practically spreading her legs for him and he
wasn't in the mood? In his defense, having nearly gotten torn apart by a horny
mob, sex really was the last thing on his mind. No matter how much his body
would argue.
Surprisingly, Candy just shrugged her shoulders before bracing herself to
stand. On her feet, she gave her curvaceous rump and thighs a thorough brushing
and pat down before flashing the boy another smile. "That's fine," she waved.
"Maybe next time then, it was very nice meeting you, Tomas." Reaching out she
bent over to shake his hand or to help him up – he couldn't tell. However, she
was quite purposefully allowing the full weight of her breasts to strain
against the front of her suit either way. This time, Tom's eyes were locked on
her face, feeling even more confused than ever by the way she was acting.
"T-that's it?" he found himself asking before he could stop himself. Candy
pretended to play confused by his question, offering another tilt of her
angular face. "I mean, ah, I guess I just thought you would…" only to trail
off, not really sure what he'd been thinking.
"That I'd what?" she grinned, flashing a row of perfectly set teeth. "Attack
you?" she lifted her hands in mocking clawed swipe before widening her eyes
menacingly. The show ended with a snort that she quickly hid behind her hand.
"Or, I don't know, keep asking?" He countered, at which Candy just rolled her
eyes. Groaning long and loud. The image was starting to become clear for her
though. The problem wasn't that he had no interest in girls, or even that he
was looking for something specific. From what she was seeing, he was simply
annoyed from being pestered every waking hour, something she could relate with
to an extent.
It wasn't quite the same, but playing hard to get looked like it was going to
be a better choice. If he was sick of being chased, all she had to do was make
him feel like she was someone that wouldn't bother him or be after him.
"Please," she waved the thought away, "you're not into it right now. Trust me;
I get it. Just like I get that there is nothing more annoying than assholes who
keep pestering you after you've already turned them down...and taken out a
restraining order on them," she gave a quick wink before gesturing to herself.
"I don't think I have to tell you I've got more than enough experience dealing
with that crap." To which Tomas forced his eyes away, desperately needing to
look anywhere but the snug, elastic material clinging to the woman's curves.
"I mean," she went on, "sex is supposed to be fun, right? If you're not
enjoying yourself what's the point?"
Sex? Fun? He'd almost forgotten the two words could be put in the same
sentence. Ever since he walked through those doors, all he'd heard was
responsibility, fate, duty. And of course, babies, babies and more babies. His
time with Abigail had been enjoyable, of course. But even that had had this…
cloud of inevitability looming over their heads. Tomas blinked at the woman
like she was speaking an entirely different language.
"Then you're about the only one in the vault who thinks so," he groused – eyes
widening with a long breathy sigh. Candy frowned, putting on a thoughtful
expression at hearing that. 'So it's not just him being hounded all the time?
It's almost like he...dreads sex?' Tom's blue eyes glanced up after a few
moments, just in time to see her lean against the wall for a moment, before
sliding down to the ground once again. This time as she sat down she didn't
even try to create an illusion of personal boundaries, pressing her leg
comfortably against his own. Tomas' back straightened accordingly.
'He doesn't want someone specific, but he does want something specific...' her
brow crinkled momentarily as she reviewed what little she had gleaned from him
so far. 'If I can get him to open up a bit, it shouldn't be too
difficult...' she mused. When she mentioned her own similar history, his
reaction had been positive. All she had to do was keep building from there,
make some common ground, perhaps a sympathetic ear or shoulder to lean on, and
from there it would be a walk in the park.
"I guess you've been having a hard time since this all started, huh?" It was
rhetorical, and she wasn't expecting an answer, but it still made her smile
seeing eyes lock on the firm, warm weight of her thigh. "We can talk about it
if you want. Truth be told, I've seen you walking around the vault a few times,
and it doesn't seem like you're nearly as excited as a sixteen-year-old boy in
your position should be." Another wink and another hot flush passed through the
corridor.
Tom stared down at his lap, trying and failing to ignore how warm her skin felt
even through two layers of clothing. Peeking out of the corner of his eyes, he
tried to figure out why she was being so nice to him but quickly gave up. There
were so many secrets and half-truths in his life nowadays that a few more
wouldn't make a difference. Whatever she was up to, something about her helped
him relax, and he found the words flowing before he could stop to think why.
"It's just been really stressful," he sighed, frowning and picking at the end
of his fingernail with his thumb. "Ever since I got here it's like everyone
wants me to do this, or be that. Like, I get that there isn't anyone else that
can help them. It's just… a lot to handle. Suddenly, I can't like a girl or
even be with her because I need to belong to everyone. I was nobody before the
world ended, but now I'm supposed to be this…" He paused looked for any word
that might match his current circumstances. "Savior, or hero or something that
I know I'm not." Finally, he let his head fall into his hands, exhaustion and
frustration taking over.
"Oh, and then on top of all that I still need to put up with this," he gestured
to the very obvious erection in his pants, "popping up every five seconds.
So…sorry if I'm not jumping at every girl I happen to glance at. It's a little
hard to notice things like if someone's attractive when I'm busy dodging mobs
of women. I mean, the one time I tried to do anything but ignore everyone, I
almost got gang raped!" he growled holding up his arm to show the slightly
shredded and...unless he was mistaken, gnawed material of his jumpsuit and
scratched flesh underneath.
Candy stared at him for… a long time. Both surprised and a little shocked at
how much the boy beside her had been holding in. Watching him sulk around the
halls it had been easy to assume he was just emotional or being dramatic,
especially knowing the advantages he had to gain just by doing what was asked
of him. But the fact remained that he was still only sixteen, he'd lost just as
much when the bombs dropped as every woman here, and by his own admission had
very little if any experience with the opposite sex. Unfortunately… as nice as
she was trying to seem she did have a goal in this 'chance' meeting. Though,
she decided there was no reason they both couldn't benefit from it.
What he wanted, and what he needed was to escape, from this place, himself, and
his responsibilities. She didn't need to create an image or persona to get his
attention or notice, all she had to do was give him a chance to forget about
everything and everyone.
That was something she was quite experienced at. Really, it was no different
from what she normally did. In fact, it was much easier because she didn't need
to give him some false promise to get the ball rolling. For once in her life,
she could get what she wanted from someone by simply being herself and offering
what she always did. No pretense, no premise, no promise.
Just a chance to forget everything.
Tomas sighed into his lap, embarrassed that he'd gone off like that to the
first person just willing to actually listen to him. Daring to glance in her
direction he was expecting a myriad of expressions based on the few others he
had tried to voice such things about. Disgust like his sister, confusion like
Robin, irritation like Abigail, or just some good old fashion awkwardness as
she excused herself from his person as quickly as possible like Camille.
Instead, he found himself staring into the same warm, honest eyes he had seen
when she first sat next to him. The unexpected empathy was more than he'd ever
hoped for or realized that he even wanted. When her hand reached out and took
his, he didn't even think of pulling away, genuinely grateful for the simple
physical contact.
"Wow," was all she said, eyebrows raised and slightly exasperated. And that was
all it took for Tomas to feel a bubble of laughter make its way up his chest
and through his nose. That just about summed it up, didn't it? Everything he
had felt, everything he had thought boiled down into a single word.
"Sorry," he amended, smiling to himself. "I didn't mean to dump everything on
you like that. It's only been two months, and it already feels like the walls
are about to crush me," he explained lamely.
"No, no. I get it. I'm just glad I could help. Although…" she paused, stopping
short. Tomas naturally glanced in her direction only to spot her apparent
sudden confliction. Pausing for only a heartbeat, he took the bait without a
moment's hesitation, and Candy had to suppress her smirk of victory.
"What?" his concern now pointed at her. Though in his eyes he'd managed to
stumble upon something close to a friend, even if they only knew each other for
some twenty odd minutes.
"Well, I don't want to bring it up since you already said you aren't in the
mood, but well, since you asked, honestly it sounds like a good fuck is exactly
what you need." The word fell from her lips like butter across bread, and Tomas
found himself utterly shocked to have even heard it from such a nice lady.
Rather than suspicious, his mind struggled to make sense of her sudden shift in
tone, and his response showed just that.
"W-what do you mean," he flushed a bright red color. It wasn't often he heard a
woman talk like that, to say the least, and it disarmed him more than he was
willing to admit.
Holding up her free hand in a seesaw gesture, she spoke hesitantly, at least
that's the way it came across. "I mean, you keep talking about how
much stress you're under and how pressured you feel. I can't think of a better
cure than putting all that frustration into a good afternoon of sweating under
the sheets." More crass language, this time overtly sexual. "At least that's
how most of the men I know dealt with it," she explained with a shrug like it
was the most natural thing in the world.
"A little stoking to his male pride and ego, and..."
"Really…?"
"Mhmm," she hummed knowingly, letting her eyes drift off and upward with a lazy
smile as though she was remembering some fond memory. "And you know, I usually
helped them. Relax that is. I'm sure if any of them were still around they'd
tell you I was pretty good at it." Finally, Tomas didn't know what to say and
was forced to just stare at her, acutely aware of the curvaceous feminine body
suddenly so close to his. Met with his silence, she looked him directly in the
eye with that same warm, glowing brightness that had drawn him to her in the
first place.
"Look," she sighed, "I meant what I said before. Sex, it's supposed to be fun,
a way to blow off steam and just let go, to forget about everything and
just...be free for a while. Duty? The future? Babies? Just forget about all
that for a second and try to remember what it was like when you were still a
sixteen-year-old kid without a care in the world." Candy, seeing that she had
him, couldn't stop the grin from spreading across her lips this time and
reached for the zipper holding her jumpsuit together. In one slow motion, she
drew the metal tag down all the way to her navel. The elastic material
naturally parted over the generous swell of her breasts. But rather than
revealing a tank top or bra as expected, there was more of the same pale
freckled flesh that covered her neck and face.
Tomas' breath stopped in his chest the moment he noticed her sudden exposure.
The material stopped just before the tips of her breasts could fall free, the
erect nubs having snagged the metal zipper just barely. Regardless, his vision
was filled with the soft flesh of her breasts and the deep valley of her
cleavage.
If he thought it was strange that this seemingly innocent stranger had
approached him wearing nothing under her jumpsuit, there wasn't enough blood in
his northern head to relay the message to the rest of his consciousness.
Instead, he remained frozen in place, watching her and listening to the warm
honey sweet words as they fell from her plump lips.
"Tomas," and never before had he enjoyed the sound of his own name so much.
"Trust me when I say this, the Overseer? That big group or club of old women
running the vault? They have no idea what sex is about – and they ever did. Sex
should be the one time you aren't stressed or thinking, where you don't have to
worry about anything except your own cock and the bed you're fucking on." Oddly
enough, hearing her curse only made his blood pound harder in the base of his
erection; whose girth was growing uncomfortably stiff the longer he sat there.
With her. With her hand moving towards him!
He glanced down and, sure enough, feeling a tickle on his thigh saw that her
fingers had wormed their way towards his tented member. Fighting the urge to
push her away, when he looked back into the calming pool of her gaze, he found
his reservations falling away until finally, the whole of her palm settled
around the ridged staff threatening to tear a hole through the material.
"Just let me show you what it's supposed to be like, let me take away some of
that stress." And before he could even think about stopping her, Tomas found
his eyes widening as her face moved towards his – only to fall towards his lap.
Back against the metal, all he could do was stare and breathe as her fingers
moved inside his pants and around his straining flesh. It wasn't a moment later
that he felt the cool, air-conditioned air around his head.
"Close your eyes, Tom," Candy's voice filled his ears while her breath washed
over his crown. Even this much was enough to summon a small nest of tingles to
sprinkle his scrotum and carry up through his length. Hearing her call him
'Tom' startled him almost as much as her warm breath had. The only other person
to call him that was... he had to stop from gasping out loud as visions of
Abigail swam to the surface of his thoughts.
"Shhhhhh, stop thinking, just feel. Let me take everything else away…" and just
like that, her lips swallowed the remaining distance between them to lay a
lingering kiss on his swollen head.
It was… bigger than Candy had been expecting on such a slim boy his age, but
that was the miracle of chemical enhancements for you. Still, it wasn't
anything so large that she hadn't encountered or handled before. Stretching her
jaw, the spongy surface of his beaming red head slipped between her lips and
past her teeth to greet her tongue. Latching around his shaft, the smooth,
veiny skin slipped easily as she sucked against his length, the warm mixture of
her saliva and beads of pre cum began coating his length. Without pausing she
laid the flat of her tongue along his throbbing underside, moving side to side
as she engulfed him only to withdraw a moment later. She made sure to keep the
very tip of her tongue curled with every stroke, teasing and stimulating the
sensitive flesh.
The motions were easy, familiar, but most of all, well practiced. Finally, for
the first time since she'd walked into this damned vault she was
in her domain, she was in complete control. The struggled gasps from the boy
above her only further cemented the artistry in which she practiced. Around his
cock, she allowed her cheeks to stretch into a light grin, all the while
forcing her face closer towards his lap and feeding more of his warm meat into
her waiting lips.
For Tomas' part, he wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation. Truth be
told, he was doing his best just to hold on and keep from shutting down
completely. Abigail had certainly never done anything like this; she was always
so focused on his cum going deep into a woman, as far as he could reach.
Wasting it on a blowjob would've had her up in arms for sure.
Thinking of his teacher a second time, a quiet pang of guilt distracted him
from the ministrations playing in his lap. A lingering phantom of morality that
insisted this was cheating on his beloved teacher tugged at him. That flicker
was snuffed from existence the moment he felt the soft point of her long tongue
draw from his shaft to press against the slit of his cock.
Clenching down, his balls rose from between his legs in an irrefutable wave of
pleasure. Beads of pre-cum dribbled free, an innocuous prelude to the flood
that would follow in its wake. Before he could think better of it, his hand
reached out to settle on the back of her head, urging her even further down his
pole and pushing even more of himself into her slippery lips.
Her mouth felt so AMAZING! Wet, warm and soft, he could feel every bump of her
taste buds washing across his stiff flesh sending sparks of pleasure through
his body with every pass. Sucking against him, the smooth walls of her cheeks
hollowed to smother his heated tip even further. Whatever she didn't swallow
was carefully attended by the soft fingers wrapped around his base, pulling it
with timed precision to milk him of every last drop. Before he knew it, he was
doing exactly as she told him, closing his eyes and allowing her to work all
the stress along his cock into her waiting mouth.
He had a lot to give. And he was tired of holding back…
Candy worked his cock like a pro, almost overloading his senses with everything
she'd learned over the years. There were some differences between men, but by
far a warm mouth and bit of licking seemed to be the quickest way to scratch
their itch. Was it fun? Not particularly. Did she like the taste of cum nearly
as much as she had to pretend? God no. Was it necessary in her line of work?
Almost as much as the very tits she flashed in his direction.
Between her expertise and his lack of experience, she could read him through
his cock alone, following his each and every reaction and responding
accordingly. Some signs, however, were easier to read than others.
A sudden swelling in his head, a throb along his length, and his grip
tightening against her skull could only point towards one conclusion. The kind
she knew best. Which is why, when he finally did cum, and she felt the first
blast of burning, thick jizz, Candy handled it like a champ. Continuing to suck
and pump along his length even as the salty, bitter flavor threatened to spill
past her pursed lips she didn't let up for an instant.
Tomas gasped, he moaned and grunted with each pressurized blast from his loins.
"Deeper Tom, you need to go deeper. Good, no stop thrusting, just relax your
hips and let gravity carry the semen the rest of the way. You want to do what?
What good would your cum do there?" The instructions from his lovely lady came
and went, echoing like they were conditioned to appear through his pleasure.
With Abigail, there was so much pressure, so much to remember. This was the
first time he had ever been able to just enjoy his orgasm and the heavy
sensation of cum traveling from his shaft into the warm body of a woman.
When it ended, he was a mess. Sweaty, exhausted, and he still had his hand
forcing Candy's face against his crotch, almost pressing his tip against the
back of her throat. Rather than resist, she simply waited for him to relent,
until he had his fill of her lips wrapped around his girth. Still hard in her
mouth, she even forced her tongue to move through the thick collection of cum
still gathered in her mouth, caressing and petting his cock through the
aftershocks of pleasure.
Finally, he relaxed his grip, releasing her hair and leaning back so she could
pull free. Rather than jump up, even in this situation she took her time,
knowing he was watching as she drew her lips over his shaft and head one last
time. With practiced ease, she pulled free with an audible and deliberate,
'Pop'.
He was watching her. Of course he was, why wouldn't he be? And Tomas visibly
shuttered at seeing the very same lips that had been smiling coyly just minutes
ago pull free from his still swollen head. If it was possible, he thought he
might be even harder now than when she'd started, even after such an amazing
orgasm. This didn't change as he noticed a stray line of white still clinging
to her delicate mouth, dripping from her lips down to her chin. Mentally he
could only marvel at how much more of himself he'd let loose.
Collecting a fraction of his thoughts he was about to apologize for the lack of
warning, but before he even had the chance, he found her eyes staring into his
with purpose, gleeful even before her sharp features tilted back allowing the
thick wad to creep down her throat, finishing with a definite swallow.
His jaw dropped.
The whole ordeal couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes; he was ashamed
to realize. Be that as it may, the sensation of her mouth on him was forever
burned into the front of his brain. His first blowjob; a milestone every man
would eventually encounter at some point in their lives. His face beamed, but
not before he realized Candy had been right.
His expression must have been saying just that, because not a moment after
finishing her impromptu meal, Candy's grin turned knowing as she swiped her
thumb across her chin to dispose of the last of his 'gift.'
"Feeling better?" a rhetorical question if ever there was one. In response, all
he could do was laugh. Breathless and gasping, but laughing. The kind of laugh
he hadn't been able to feel, let alone voice, for what felt like a very, very
long time.
It might have only been for a few moments, but at the peak of his pleasure,
everything else in the world had just bled away. He'd been free to just exist
without any of his anxiety or worry to weigh against his conscience.
Candy joined him a minute later, resting her mane of red curls across his
shoulder while their bodies jerked and rolled with the unreasonable joy. It
took longer than he would have liked to admit before he noticed her jumpsuit
was still open, and that her mounds had fallen free from their previously
teasing pose, revealing full creamy breasts that jiggled with each playful
giggle and every heaving breath.
Capping each was the smallest nipple he'd ever seen, standing out pink,
innocent, and wound tight against the softness of the surrounding flesh. His
laughter slowly died out, replaced by another emotion just as powerful.
The sudden quietness did not go unnoticed by Candy, who was more than aware of
how her breast had 'accidentally' fallen from their confines. Nor was she
oblivious to the sudden shift in his demeanor. Smiling to herself, her hand
snaked across his lap, taking him by surprise as she wrapped it around his
ridged girth once more. He shot her a questioning glance but made no move to
deter her.
"You know, I can still help you work out more of that stress if you'd like…"
The smoldering bewitching look she gave him, Tomas swore it had to have been
magic or some kind of spell to draw him in.
He wanted it, and that alone was enough to send a shot of worry through his
heart. He looked at this woman; beautiful, flushed, and gripping his dick and
the only thing he could think was that he wanted her.
Having spent so much time with Abigail, he knew he cared about her; he knew he
loved her. But then, where was the guilt? Why did all of this feel so easy when
he knew she should be the only one in his heart? Well, because Candy wasn't in
his heart, and that simple realization was enough to send a resounding pang
that echoed through his being.
He didn't love Candy. Hell, he didn't even know this woman. But he wanted her;
he wanted to touch her, feel her lips on his skin, feel her tight body wind
around his cock as he forced his load deep into her snatch. He wanted all of
it, but that was it.
Maybe… maybe he'd been looking at his situation wrong? Maybe being with other
women didn't have to mean betraying his feelings. Sex and love didn't mean the
same thing; even if Abigail believed them to be the core of his affections. In
fact, this would only prove his feelings for her! It would prove that he could
have sex with this beautiful woman and still know his heart would remain
steadfast.
Abigail taught him to be assertive, to reach out and claim what he wanted.
Feeling his hand capture her nearest tit, he could only wonder if she would be
proud of him now?
Candy's eyes widened at seeing the sudden hunger in his eyes as his hand
reached out for her body. He didn't hesitate; he didn't pause, he simply
reached out like it was the most natural thing in the world. Focusing on the
whole of her breast, his fingers sank into the generous flesh, molding the
shape of his palm into the delicious softness of her womanly skin. Candy
couldn't deny the spark of pleasure the action forced through her body. It was
unexpected true, but she welcomed it nevertheless.
She grinned, not the same grin as before but one of predator that had finally
captured its pray.
Without warning she moved to stand, tearing her body from his hand but allowing
him an even better view as it and its twin shook and wobbled from her quick
movements. Now naked from the waist up she didn't even bother trying to fix her
clothing. Instead, she chose to pull him to his feet and after her as she
stepped with purpose towards another of the seemingly endless corridors. They
couldn't have walked for more than a minute or two before she came to a door,
opening it to pull him though. And before he could even think to turn around,
the sound of the metal shutter slid back to the floor, clicking into place.
Looking around he found himself in a room full of beds, but with no people.
Peering into the eerie silence, he couldn't help but stare at how the other
inhabitants of the vault were forced to live.
The beds themselves appeared uniform. Each stood in a row creating a narrow
passage to walk between. Bunk beds, and a few canvas cots, it looked like those
lucky enough to have the bottom bunk had taken to hanging their only blanket
from the bed above, creating something close to a curtain. A blatant attempt at
creating even a modicum of privacy in the overpopulated metal cage.
Personal objects could be seen stuffed underneath the thin mattress and metal
frames. A majority looked like small squares of paper, photos most likely. But
from his position, Tomas managed to make out a number of toys and scraps of
clothes and even a few stuffed animals – no doubt belonging to their deceased
spouses or sons.
Without a word of warning or explanation Candy pulled the boy by his shirt
before shoving him onto one of the many open cots scattered wherever they could
fit. She quickly joined after him, forcing herself onto the bed that, honestly,
seemed too small for even just one person. For just that moment, he could take
his eyes off of her, staring around at what to him looked more like a prison
block than anything that could be considered a home.
"It's my quarters," she explained seeing his searching gaze, scoffing at the
implied ownership. "Well, me and about eleven other women anyway. I know it's
not much but… somehow I see an upgrade coming in the near future." It was
impossible to ignore the smirk in her tone.
Tomas laid on his back, a single arm trapped under Candy's weight and wrapped
around her waist to keep her from tumbling to the floor. As a result, her
breasts were practically molded to the front of his suite, her stiff nipples
rolling and rubbing against him with each shift in her posture. She laid her
head against his chest, allowing her free hand to move back towards his cock,
still standing proudly from his torn pants.
He felt her hand settle around his member, still slick with her own saliva and
his own fluids. Her expert fingers then started to pump against him, surprising
him enough that he had to stop his eyes from rolling backward, the promise of
pleasure as distracting as ever.
"Why… so many in one room?" he managed to ask, grunting near the end. Honestly,
he'd like nothing more than to jump right into her body, but a nagging question
in the back of his mind was just that, nagging. Candy's pace didn't falter in
the least, but she did move so he could see her dry expression plain as day.
"Because we're all alone," she answered easily like it was obvious. "Families
have to be put together, or at least the vault does their best to make it
happen. Their harder to manage but most of the vault wasn't nearly that lucky.
Either, they had to say goodbye at the gate, or their husbands and sons got
sent down the other path. Just makes sense to stuff as many of us into one
place as possible, right? Efficient and all that. How else are they expecting
to make room for their deluxe suits?"
To anyone else, such practices would be unacceptable. But Candy said it so
easily, like it was happening all the way on the other side of the world rather
than to herself and everyone around her. Her hand reached for the front of his
shirt, pinching the small metal tag at his throat before pulling it down.
Tomas could only lay there, trying to digest this new information while Candy
worked on exposing his undershirt from his torn top. She took advantage of his
pause, forcing her hand under the thin wife beater to spread her palm against
his pale skin. A shiver of delight broke across his chest, goose bumps
spreading wherever her fingers traced. The sudden shift encouraged his own
hand, first settled on her hip but then shifting a bit lower to grab a handful
of her round backside. Her mouth opened in a mock gasp of shock but her obvious
smile ruined the effect.
"And," he breathed, finding it harder and harder to keep talking while the
woman worked her body against his, "where is everyone now, then?" Her answer
was to shrug, roll her eyes, and kiss the newly exposed skin of his chest as
she worked his shirt up over his collar.
"Work," she hummed, "believe it or not, not everyone has the time to spend
running up and down hallways all day." He blushed despite himself, remembering
just how this woman had stumbled upon him. Of course, given a moment to think
about it, he was beginning to realize there might have been just a bit more
planning on her side than she'd led him to believe. He idly wondered if he
should be upset about that. Instead, he decided to answer her teasing tone with
his own, squeezing her offered butt cheek just a bit harder for added effect.
"Didn't seem to stop you," he stared into her twinkling green eyes. "Pretty
sure the penalty for skipping a shift is food restrictions." Rather than show
worry or even a hint of regret, Candy just snorted.
Pointing her fingernail against his chest, she released the flesh of his chest
for just long enough to look up and smirk at him. "Well, I was on my way when,
wouldn't you know it, a certain teenage boy happen to call on me. And well, the
Overseer was very clear about what happens if we try and ignore that rule. I
didn't have any choice but to follow the law." Her lips kissed his chest again,
just above his nipple this time. "And whatever," another kiss, this time
against his collar, "nefarious plans he had in store for me." She pressed her
face into the crook of his neck, forcing a small groan to rise as he felt her
teeth latch onto his pulse point.
Speaking past her teeth, she finished her reply, a smile practically dripping
from her lips, "anything else and I'd be breaking the law."
"I can't imagine," Tomas drawled, or at least the best he could passed his
pounding heart. Her dry chuckle filled his ear.
"Hmm, last I checked those little classes of yours started up fifteen minutes
ago. I don't see you carrying a text book." Chuckling under her breath, she
missed the startled shift that flicked through the boy's eyes as he remembered
where he was supposed to be.
All of which lasted half a second.
School, Camille, Abigail, all things he was trying to forget about. Besides,
just thinking about going there, about seeing the woman he loved while knowing
he couldn't do anything to be near her was more than he could take after
everything else today. Tomorrow… tomorrow he would try and makes sense of how
he was going to spend the next day of school. Right now he just wanted to stop
talking and remember what it was like to be inside of a woman.
Candy shifted towards the middle of the bed while Tomas moved to hover above
her. Breasts out, he watched the heavy mounds settle on either side of her
chest, the light pink tips pointing in opposite directions. Already spread
around his hips, her open legs made room for him to settle his less than
impressive weight against her body.
The underside of his cock naturally pressed between them, the full heat and
stiff pressure dangerously close to the core of her being. It was a promise of
what was to come, of what she could expect when he finally slipped inside her
tight hole, and that alone was enough to feel a sudden awakening in her loins.
The sensations came from nowhere, but stole her higher thinking nevertheless. A
frightening experience if she wasn't already so prepared to take in his every
inch.
He buried his face between her breasts, kissing and nipping at the pale
freckled skin in much the same fashion as she'd done to his chest. Laying back
and letting him have his fun, Candy had been more than ready to start
practicing her familiar array of fake gasps and mewls to play things up for
him. But before she could even start, she was surprised to find sounds being
summoned from her lungs all on their own. It was rare that she actually
got enjoy her… transactions. But she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the
mouth. No, instead she laced her fingers through the pale locks of his tousled
blond hair, massaging his scalp and encouraging him in his worship of her body.
Candy laid there for some time, just letting the blond boy have his way
exploring her body as tongues of fire licked at her loins. This was always the
easiest part, at least before coming to the vault full of women, no doubt in
part to her sizable assets. You knew it was a good job when you got to spend
half of it laying back and letting someone else do all the work. Before long,
she realized something she hadn't been expecting.
He was good. Not the greatest by a long shot mind you, but definitely not the
worst she'd had in her time. Glancing down, she opened her mouth and felt a
wall of hot air escape in a long drawn sigh.
His hands fit wonderfully against her swollen breast, squeezing the soft flesh
with gentle but firm attention that left a heat baking beneath her surface.
Suddenly, she could feel her bare skin underneath the jumpsuit becoming
uncomfortably stifling. Enough to summon a thin layer of sweat across the pale,
pink flesh. The sensations and temperature only continued to build as her body
heated up more and more, until the mature woman could feel her breath start to
shorten for real.
The natural flow of their bodies encouraged the two to start rolling against
each other. In effect, the weight of his cock against her clothed mound only
increased her frustrations. It was like torture, feeling the hot bar of manly
flesh so close to piercing her, giving her exactly what her body had been
conditioned to crave. No doubt, he could feel the moist heat wafting off her
core. Hopefully, it would encourage him to stop playing this game and just give
her what she was beginning to need.
Tomas smiled to himself, feeling the shift in her demeanor only urged him on
further. A sense of pride was beginning to take root as he read the subtle
tells he'd been taught to pick up on. Abigail had been… eager in their time
together, never afraid or shy when telling him how to handle her wonderful
body, and it was those same lessons that allowed him to even pretend confidence
in this odd situation.
Confidence, not familiarity.
She wasn't exactly the same, and he found it hard to adjust from what he knew
so well, what had become a memorized pattern and ritual. His teacher, whose
voice never failed to cry out when feeling his thumbs drag across her nipples,
was a far cry from Candy's passive, if not appreciative hum to the same
ministrations. Likewise, her voice only seemed to appear when his touch was a
bit harsher, pinching, twisting, pulling and pressing against the bright red
color of her expressive tips.
His time with Abigail was practiced, easy, and something closer to a dance as
he moved and responded to her quivering womanhood. There was nothing wrong with
dancing, and he looked forward to the day he could return to her arms. But he
wasn't guilty of admitting that he found the chance of trying something new any
less tantalizing.
New breasts on a new body with a new face that stared at him with their own
unique expressions as his lips kissed a trail across her flushed collar before
finally settling around her hardened nipple. Everything about her was entirely
new and different, this factor alone was enough to send a quick cheeky thrill
through him that he'd assumed could only be found through real love and
affection. But if this was how all of his encounters were going to be… well,
maybe the time between his and Abigail's reunion wouldn't be quite as
heartbreaking as he'd assumed.
Her breast was soft against his lips, a stark contrast to the stubborn nub
drawing along the length of his tongue as he lapped at her offered flesh. The
taste of her sweat flushed skin played against his taste buds, bland and
slightly chemical from the unscented soap used by the vault. But underneath
that, the salty, sweaty flavor was becoming more and more apparent as the
strain of her body increased.
Sucking against her womanly mounds, first one, and then the other, a portion of
her breast was drawn up into his mouth that he greedily welcomed. Listening to
her reactions, he was gratified to feel her heartbeat quicken as his hand
openly molested the remaining orb. Finally, the muted grunts and moans forced
from her lips climaxed with a sigh. And immediately after, Tomas could feel her
hands suddenly on him, pawing at what was left of his clothing to remove it as
quickly as possible.
By this point, his erection was almost painfully hard, seemingly sentient in
its awareness of what was about to unfold. Helping her as best he could, Tomas
lifted himself from her body just enough to pull the torn suit and shirt from
his shoulders and hips. Soon Candy was gifted with his thin, weedy frame, a
sight that disturbed her in its attractiveness where she knew there should be
none.
This… wasn't part of the plan. Smile, be his friend, cheer him up and give him
some courage; all so he could cum and dump a free ticket to the easy life
between her legs. Spread her knees, moan when it was appropriate, it was all
the things she was used to doing to hurry up that part of her life as much as
she had control over.
Now, she knew there were drugs in her body, just like she knew what they did.
It was almost impossible to get a full night's sleep without being woken up to
at least a few woman fingering themselves when they thought they could get away
with it. But at best, she'd assumed that the hormones might improve the
experience a bit more than usual.
Oh, how naive she'd been.
He wasn't even inside of her and she could already feel a sopping wetness
coating the insides of her thighs. Deep in her core, a pang of need throbbed
with every beat of her heart, whose pace continued to climb, which in turn made
her blood burn even hotter. She felt like she had a fever, like her entire
world was starting to center around this… this boy who should have been putty
in her hands. She'd underestimated everything, and now she was paying the price
for her overconfidence.
She was panting, any and all attempts at controlling her racing pulse had long
since been forgotten. The clothing around her hips and ass were now sticking to
her like latex, tight, contorting and so fucking hot! It was all she could do
to keep from tearing the fabric from her skin. Instead, she found herself
staring moon-eyed and enraptured by the thin arms and undeveloped frame of a
sixteen-year-old boy.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Even worse, as soon as she felt his hands settle around her waist, getting
ready to strip the rest of her clothes off right then and there, all the
reservations and doubts she'd been experiencing began to just disappear. In
their place, a profound frustration peeked to the point that she no longer
cared how it happened. So long as she was able to feel the warm blossom of cum
erupt deep inside of her core.
Drugs, this vault, even Tomas himself, who cared about any of that now? She was
here to do a job, and nothing else mattered. She lifted her hips and allowing
him to draw her open suit over her curves, thus thrusting her naked form
completely into the open.
Seeing Candy hot and bothered, Tomas wasn't doing much better physically. The
stress in his lungs sounded with each breath and the sweat clinging the fringe
of his hair to his forehead made him blink against the stinging salt.
Nearly naked himself, there had been an initial pause of hesitation before he
could muster up the courage to remove his boxers, all but straining to conceal
the full length of his manhood. Though he had no problems at all admiring the
body laid out before him. His eyes devoured her, unable and unwilling to look
away as he quickly forced the elastic band around his bulge down his legs.
She was made of sex; there was no other way to describe her. Full of soft
curves, deep valleys, salacious grins, and that damned knowing look in her eye
that seemed to force all thought from his mind. Even now as she looked at him,
one corner of her lips curled upwards, forgoing the same manners he had as the
bright green iris's of her eyes slipped down to his cock. A sharp pain of
arousal coursed throughout him as he spotted the sweet spot nestled between her
thighs.
The bright red curls sitting atop her head were mirrored down below, featuring
a trimmed bush of curly ginger hair. The freckles that covered her otherwise
pale shoulders and the tops of her breasts likewise sprinkled the length of her
full thighs that parted for his open inspection. The wanton gesture allowed his
gaze to center on the point of her femininity, a sight that left his breath
cold on his chest.
It was just as ample as the rest of her, round and puffy flesh that rose from
between her legs to form full outer lips. Between them, a thinner pair could be
seen, short and neat as they spilled from her center barely an inch. He could
already tell she was going to be soft and inviting, and couldn't wait to truly
feel her, experience her as only a man could. A woman's body would never cease
to amaze him, and he felt that way despite knowing the number of woman he would
no doubt see in his lifetime.
She didn't reach up for him or pull him back onto the bed. Instead, she just
laid there, waiting for him to come and take her like he was meant to do. He
stared at this feast she openly offered to him, and it was with stunning
clarity that he realized she was the same as every other woman outside of that
door.
They were all just waiting for him like Candy was now. Waiting for him to
choose them, touch them, fuck them, and leave them with a stomach full of his
visceral cream. The only thing stopping him was himself. And it was time for
him to start doing his job.
And so he did.
He moved slowly until his body settled between her parted legs. Unlike before,
there was nothing to hinder the raw warmth and sensations of their forms from
the other. And the difference was beyond compare, forget night and day, this
was on a scale that surpassed the physical realm. Braced on either side of her
chest, his arms bent until his lips were close enough to reach her neck while
the hard tips of her breasts pressed against his own pale chest.
His breath broke across her collar, a prelude to the sensation of his lips
latching onto the hollow of her neck. Mirroring her own actions, he allowed his
teeth to brush along the sensitive surface and was rewarded with a sharp but
appreciative intake of breath. Along her sides, he trailed a hand across the
length of her soft body. Starting along the sides of her breast until he had an
entire hand filled with her wide being. All the while his erection sat against
the nest of red curls guarding her mound. It started with small, quick thrusts,
but grew into a steady rocking as his member was slowly coated in the sweet
warm honey pouring from her center.
Candy was just as active in their embrace, if not more so. Doing a little
exploration of her own on what would be her last lover.
The budding muscles of his back bunched and relaxed as he pressed his chest
against her breasts. She, in turn, bunched her hand into his soft, thick hair,
cradling the back of his skull to press him even harder against her neck. She
felt his hand moving down her side to her hip, where it massaged her for
several strokes before predictably slide over the swell to her ass. Well, two
could play that game, and she returned the favor, grabbing a handful of his
youthful flesh, pulling him ever carefully, encouraging the firm strokes of his
cock grinding against her pelvis.
Her own hips were helpless but to respond, arching up to feel the hardening nub
of her clit draw along the underside of his cock. A single sensation that was
fit to drive her mad if left untended. Finally, the prospect of having a real
cock so near her opening became too much for her hormonal mind to accept.
Grabbing a fistful of hair, she yanked him back to meet her crazed expression.
"Time to hurry up," she gasped. And yet, if anyone could hear her tone, none
would deny the pressure behind the sentence was bordering on desperation.
Tomas' wide eyes blinked before he quickly nodded his head, licking his lips.
Her response was to force his face right back where it had been while she
arched her hips to accept him, leaving no room for misunderstanding her very
real need. A moment later the sensation of his hand closing around his base
interrupted both of them as he aimed for her dripping depths. A sudden heat and
slick, moist sensation kissed the crown of his head, informing him that he had
found his way home.
Both participants sighed at feeling Tomas settle against the shallow dimple
hidden within Candy's folds. Still nipping at her neck, the young man could
feel her long fingernails sink into his back, sharp and bracing. Finally, he
allowed his hips to press against the muscles already trying to draw him
deeper, easily burrowing through the soft, yielding warmth of Candy's body and
toward her waiting womb.
Candy had to resist the urge to roll her eyes back, gritting her teeth at the
satisfaction of her inner walls stretching around the stubborn tube of hard,
male flesh currently impaling her. Her jaw dropped, a silent breath passing
over her lips like a grateful prayer. It had been far, far too long since she'd
been able to enjoy what had been an everyday chore. It was only now that she
realized how much she missed that part of her life. When she got to open her
legs knowing she had complete and utter control of the man saddled on top of
her.
Turning her attention to the boy now occupying that saddle, that same rush of
power came along with the drug-induced heat that had blossomed in the pit of
her belly. In need of him, but no less aware of the same desire that fueled his
blood, just waiting for the opportunity to spend his potent seed into her body.
He was watching her much in the same way, feeding off the rush of seeing her
face clench, biting down on her lip and squirm under him. A smile worked its
way across his face, quite possibly the first she had ever seen since she'd
started watching him weeks ago while planning her attack.
Rather than shy away or play coy like most men seemed to want from her, Candy
was free to do as she pleased, returning the voracious expression as her thighs
settled against his hips and her hands sank further into the svelte muscles
contracting just under his skin. Finally, feeling his hips press against her
pelvis, he was the one to break. Closing his eyes and groaning at the sensation
of her hot, wet muscles coiling around him.
Candy's breathless smirk only grew at his shuddering.
Neither was willing to waste more time than they already had. Moving,
caressing, touching as much as their hands could grab, the pair started a slow
rhythm as Tomas' cock pushed and withdrew against her depths. In return,
Candy's round bottom could be seen lifting off the itchy thin canvas to meet
every thrust of his hips. Soaking wet, a puddle of her arousal had already
stained the green fabric.
Over his hips, Candy's knees bent up and out, encouraging him to fit even more
of himself inside of her sensitive fluttering core. It was already so much, too
much, either because of how long it had been since her last fuck or her own
imagination, but as Tomas followed her every cue, she could feel her inner
walls being forced apart by his large member.
The sensation of her insides stretching was as familiar as it was delicious,
same with the tingling pinpricks that quickly followed. Before long his pelvis
had settled against her nest of red pubs. She thought that was it, that he had
bottomed out, until he lifted himself ever so slightly and adjusted his angle,
allowing him to push another inch deeper and she felt the fat throbbing head at
his tip kiss the burning entrance to her womb.
It hurt, not just the stretching apart, but the reaching of her deepest depths,
where it was no longer muscle that was being forced to stretch to accommodate
his girth. It earned a wince from her, but it wasn't enough to distract from
the pleasure flowing through the rest of what of her body. So rather than push
him away or tell him to wait for her body to adjust, she welcomed the slightly
sore sensation, grinning past her grimace as his pace began to pick up enough
that he was fucking himself along the entire length of her insides. A sensation
few women were lucky enough to experience.
They could both hear their coupling, actually hear the smacking sounds of his
hard flesh forcing itself past the drenched petals of feminine arousal. But
neither cared, far too focused on the sensations that caused those sounds in
the first place. Soon, the pitch of Candy's voice started to crawl higher and
higher with each thrust, until a steady gasping mewl was forced each time she
experienced her lower lips dragging along his length in either direction,
scratching the itch that had made her into what she was, and yet making it so
much worse in the process.
Tomas could only stare down at her in wonder, eyes wide as he felt her insides
flutter and contract around him, massaging his length with motions only a
practiced woman could master. Her breast, round and full, shook and rippled
with the force of his hips, while her hands, now at his shoulders, began to
clamp down as her breathing became more desperate. Rather than stare back at
him, her head was thrown back with a clenched expression that he couldn't
understand. Despite this, the wide grin on her lips and airy gasps passing
through them were enough to encourage him to go harder, faster, to hold back
nothing from his pace or efforts. It wasn't long before the metal and cloth
frame of her cot began to creek and scrape against the floor.
This wasn't love making or even sex. This was just two animals using each other
to sate the desire to breed and rut that had been chemically forced into them
by a government that now ruled their entire lives. Tomas was free to do as he
liked, to go as hard as he wanted because it only enhanced the experience of
his partner.
Candy relished the harsh treatment, far more than she used to. Before, she'd
even enjoyed things a little on the rough side. None of that fluffy puffy shit,
she didn't make love, she fucked. But even then she did have a limit. There was
a point that 'rough' became 'too rough,' and usually resulted in a slap in the
face of anyone who thought they could damage her means of life.
Now, this time, it only made her feel even better as she felt her loins burn
from the attention of the body on top of her. She could feel his eyes roaming
across her body, on her face, on the tight line of her lips that struggled to
keep each tortured noise he forced from her body core down. This time, rather
than hide herself, she bared her soul to him without hesitation, moaned loudly.
Not for his ego or pride, but in her own rapture, allowing her expression to
become more honest the more her pleasure increased.
Because she knew, deep within the recesses of her being that this was most
likely the last chance she had for someone to appreciate the one thing she'd
ever been taught to appreciate. Never again would she feel this desired. Never
again would she feel this power of herself over another. There was no place for
her abilities in this new world, no place for her beauty. Except for this one
moment. Except for every moment that this young man first laid eye on her. Each
of which continued to build on top of each other until the heavy strain
building in Tomas' loins began to peek, rewarding Candy with what she'd come to
earn.
Pent-up, anxious, and irritated, the pressure in Tomas' sack began to bubble
before either had wanted. The payload of baby-laden sperm was approaching its
destination, and yet this inevitability only encouraged them to rut even
harder, skin slapped against skin until the same wetness that now coated the
boy's cock was spread across his hips and thighs.
The smell of her arousal was beginning to surround them in every possible way,
tainting the air into a sweet, musky cloud. Breathing the scent in deep, the
muscles contorting along the young man's back flexed into a single bunch of
power as the last of his control was pulled from his feeble grasp.
White hot pleasure arched up his spine, through his sack and out his tip. The
heavy gasps wracking Tomas' frame had been the only sound from his mouth until
this point, and yet now, a long deep moan emerged, mixing with the guttural
groan underneath him as Candy experienced what it was like to create a new
life.
The sudden warmth in Candy's stomach was all her drug enhanced biology needed
to reward her nerves with a long and profound burst of adrenalin and
endorphins. Moments after her partner experienced his peak, her own body
turning stiff and ridged under that of the young man, her softer flesh
quivering and wobbling with each tentative quake that tickled her spine.
Her insides tightened around him, smothering the heavy throbs that carried
pockets of cum against the gate of her womb. Her body responded as nature
intended, drinking and carrying as much of the liquid into itself and as deeply
as it could to maximize her chance of conception. All Tomas could feel was her
body milking him, as well as sucking against his length to keep as much of him
inside her wet, hot body until the last of his essence was finally spent.
Even after he was finished and spent she didn't let him go immediately, her
inner walls, slowly uncoiled and relaxed from around him, encouraging him to
remain exactly where he was as he rested against her form. After all was said
and done, a pair of gasping lumps and entangled limbs was all that remained.
The full time they had spent with Tomas inside her amounted to depressingly
little for much build up. But as their skin tingled, and muscles ached with
pleasant pain, neither cared much about that simple of a measure and instead
focused on the blissful mindless haze that accompanied any truly good release.
Tomas's head rested between her breasts, his frazzled hair sticking out in all
kinds of directions as a few strands tickled the sensitive flesh. Still inside
of her, he could feel her insides quivering around him in the aftereffects of
her release, a pleasant sensation that only further encouraged him to remain
where he was. His gasping breaths that demanded his lungs had calmed slightly,
no longer blowing great flashes of hot air across her sensitive and tender
flesh. Instead, all that remained was a pleasant tickle that allowed him to
fill his chest with the sour scent of Candy's sweaty self. Instead of
repulsion, the scent only attracted him more as he nuzzled his cheek against
her softness, flush with the kinds of natural pheromones that most would never
notice.
Candy was in much the same boat, exhausted as she was. For the first time in
her life, she found herself wholly unable to move despite doing so little in
the actual act. The power and strength of her orgasm had been such that it left
her utterly spent. Idly, she tried to recall what sex had been like before,
with overweight grown men's guts flopping on top of her while she studied the
roof tiles or counted the cracks in the ceiling. It was impossible to say that
such an act could ever be described as what she'd just experienced.
She was the first to come back to herself, a wide grin broadcasting the
unadulterated bliss she was feeling. Enough so that she was feeling generous,
and made a show of stretching her limbs under Tomas weight and clenched around
his girth for added effect. That seemed to be enough to rouse him as he
grunted, lifting his head to give the woman a dazed and slow expression. Candy
took the compliment for what it was, offering her own in a sleepy nod in
return.
They didn't say anything to each other, because what was there to say? Instead,
they basked themselves in the pleasant afterglow of their exertions, slowly
allowing their hands to idly caress and explore what the other had to offer. In
a matter of minutes, Tomas found one hand settling itself around the woman's
backside, offering an appreciative squeeze as he felt the still warm juices
that now covered their lower halves.
At the same time Candy took sole ownership of his hair, a trait she seemed to
enjoy, running her fingers and nails through the sweat-slicked locks until the
long strands had been pulled back enough to expose his forehead and brilliant
blue eyes. This was usually the part of her evening where she was thanked for
her serves with a firm slap on the ass. But, even if it was temporary, she
found herself enjoying the quiet moment that followed.
Tomas didn't move to pull himself from her body, simply enjoying the sensation
of her soft warmth and thundering heartbeat as it echoed in his chest. In turn,
Candy knew logically that it was smart to keep him plugging her up with the
last of his juices pooled towards the back of her channel, but even she was
smart enough to recognize the undeniable feeling of fullness that was sloshing
inside of her womb.
It was an odd sensation, and not one she was used to, surprisingly enough. In
all her years of promiscuity, condoms had been a staple of every evening. The
guys always complained about it, but in that one aspect she refused to bend.
They always caved eventually. After all, if it came down sex with a condom or
no sex at all, they would take the obvious choice.
And she still rocked their world even with that additional layer between them.
She recalled enough of her childhood to know she didn't want to go through it
again, subjecting a new little girl to the horrors of the world, only with her
on the other side of the equation. Call her paranoid, but on top of condoms
she'd always employed a second, chemical birth control just to be sure. Of
course, that had all but been flushed from her system by now, and even if time
hadn't been a factor, she was pretty sure whatever the hell was put in their
food would have done the trick. Now, here she was actively seeking out the only
pair of balls she would ever see again just to get what she had always insured
would never happen.
It's not to say she hated children, even if her overall opinion of them was
ambivalence. They could be cute; she wasn't that jaded to the point she was
some kind of Grinch. She just happened to know that they could be and often
times were loud, obnoxious, disease-carrying accidents waiting to happen that
fired from all ends. When her time came to actually push the brat out from
between her legs, she fully intended to allow it to become the vault's
responsibility and enjoy the rest of her luxurious rewards.
…at least then, her baby might have a chance of being more than just another
'Miller girl.'
Candy's breath hitched as she came back from her thoughts brought on by the
dreamy, haze like comfort of her orgasm. Immediately she felt ashamed of her
own vulnerability. The past was the past, and whatever came screaming out of
her would come out of her, and that was the last time she would spare it
another thought. Right now her main concern should be making sure Tomas filled
her up as much as he could now that she finally had him. Even if she doubted
she had anything to worry about, there was no reason to take any chances.
Her eyes closed to the feeling of him inside her, as deep as her body would
allow. Her body had adjusted to his size, but there was still more than enough
of him to make her feel stuffed. Added to that, with her womb practically
bloated with his thick cream, it only compounded the sensations.
He'd fired enough ammunition to impregnate seven vaults, and she had little
doubt that she could expect her next period to come and go without a drop of
blood to show for it. However, she knew it never hurt to be sure, and there was
no telling when, if ever, she would get another chance like this. So, exhausted
as she was, she kept her thighs firmly locked around him, even wrapping her
legs around his hips, locking him in place with her ankles. When the sudden
action caused the boy to look up, Candy just raised an eyebrow in challenge,
daring him to raise an issue. To which he met with a slow but definitive
shrugged his shoulders.
Rather than argue he was more than happy to return his attention to the nipple
that he'd been sucking on earlier, gentle suction drawing the tightly wound
peek between his lips, holding it in place while his tongue lazily licked away
the last of her salty perspiration.
Neither really knew when Tomas started to rock his hips again, pushing and
pulling a fraction of his length from her flooded depths, only to force it back
home again. The transition was too subtle and to slow to have noticed. All
Candy knew was that one moment the fire that had coursed through their blood
had awoken to a semblance of its former blaze, just as hot but limited to three
specific points through her body.
Her pussy was sore; it ached even though she'd used that part of her body far
more frequently in the past. Yet, wincing against the slight pain, she let her
head fall back against the pillow as her tired muscles and bones rocked with
the momentum his slow thrusts. Before she knew it, Candy found her chest
heaving with a renewed need for air as they began to start again.
This time they were slower, both of them in fact much to her surprise. Tomas
moved with little of the urgency from before, the ache in his balls finally
sated with its payload delivered. This time he was free to simply enjoy himself
as he pressed his member deep into the body of a beautiful woman.
And beautiful she was.
He found himself just staring at her a number of times since his strength
returned. Pulling his lips from her neck, collar, and breast, he simply looked
down to appreciate the divine creature that she was.
Cheeks flushed, arms resting above her head, breasts undulating, and eyes half-
lidded in a mindless daze that barely registered as conscious as he continued
to use her body for his own pleasure. The red hair that had stood out so
brightly when they first met was now spread about like a halo of fire, a mess
and tangle of red ringlets laid dark by their mingled sweat. Taking a deep
breath, he tried to burn the image into his brain, while also wondering if was
even possible for him to remember such beauty after everything he was expected
to go through.
Despite her state, Candy found her own pleasure starting to revive itself as
his gentle and slow thrust began to pick up speed once more. Releasing a slow
breath, she brought her hands up to cup her breasts, lifting them from the
sides of her chest and towards the center, squeezing them together while
kneading them, teasing her stiff, aching nipples and sore areola with her sharp
nails. Eyes closing, her lips parted slightly as she played with herself,
adding to the sensations of Tomas' large tool stretching her wide. Just as
quickly, the pace Tomas had set started to pick up as his wide eyes watched her
with noticeable appreciation.
Soon, the meat of her thighs and backside could be seen rippling against the
blunt cot the moment of his hips slapped between her open legs. The sensations
that rippled through her body inevitably passed through the swollen, burning
tip seated at the top of her clit.
After a much longer, slower, tender fucking, this time when Tomas felt himself
about to spill Candy did not go with him. Instead, she placated herself with
the pleasant hum of energy that continued even after his stiff shoulders and
chest eased back onto her offered mounds.
She watched his expression, the almost disbelief on his face as he released
into her body a second time. Less powerful than before and less voluminous in
quantity, the second dose of seed sadly had very little space left to fill. As
such, the sudden addition of another load could quickly be felt slipping
between their connection to leak from her opening, down her pale freckled ass
to pool on the black stain of wetness that had already soaked through and had
begun to drip down and puddle on the cold metal floor below. A shiver ran up
her spine as she felt herself figurativly boiling over.
Candy already knew what she was going to say when he finished. Although, she
did give him a moment or two to enjoy the pleasure still humming through both
of them. Nevertheless, when he did look up from her breasts, the red-haired
woman couldn't stop the cocky grin from playing against her otherwise blissful
and glistening features. "So," she sighed, stretching like a cat as she finally
unhooked her ankles from Tom's ass, "three down, nine hundred and ninety-six to
go, hmm?"
He just shook his head, a breathless smile as his answer.
Hold on…
"Three?" He laughed, "You're still Candy, right? I didn't just accidentally
have sex with her twin sister?" he raised an eyebrow waiting for a laugh, which
she gave, before slowly letting it die with a droll groan.
"This vault wishes it had two of me," she smirked. Tomas wasn't sure if he
could agree.
"Then who's the third?" He had to ask because if he was banging women in his
sleep he should probably know. Unfortunately, Candy's answer was even more
bizarre than that.
"Well I didn't know for sure," she admitted, shifted to get more comfortable,
"but, the entire vault knows about that Mexican girl nipping at your heels."
She watched his reaction to that news and smiled when he jerked back in shock.
Well, that wasn't what he was expecting.
"C-Camille?" he stuttered, blinking wildly before starting off at the wall.
"Ah, no, we just knew each other before the vault is all, we're friends." Candy
gave him a look at that, one he didn't like one bit. But instead of following
up she just shrugged her shoulders like it didn't matter. Tom wasn't about to
let her go that easily.
"Wait, no, what? You made a face."
"What face?" she blinked innocently, which did not fit her face at all. Tomas
frowned.
"A face," he repeated, harder this time. Finally Candy's knowing smirk made its
appearance, unable to help herself seeing the boy suddenly so panicked. "Yeah,
that's the face." He internally groaned, already feeling unease settle in his
gut.
Candy looked up, silently wondering how she wanted to put this. After all, a
childhood friend? That sounded like a lot of trouble for anyone else looking to
get a quick shot of vitamin bastard. Then again, she'd already got hers so…
"Call it woman's intuition," she hummed, a conspiratorial light in her eyes,
"but let's just say your friend might want more from you than a pat on the
shoulder." Her lips parted into a bright grin.
Tomas took that information in, almost as though his brain couldn't process it.
Camille, interested in him? The correct response seemed like he should laugh.
Camille wasn't even really a girl in his eyes, or, was she? He thought back to
her bored expression and frequent burst of anger and shivered accordingly.
Unfortunately, his friend had never been all that girly, so it wasn't really
his fault that he saw her like that.
Still…
"No," he shook his head with an awkward laugh, "no away. Not Camille. We're
just… buddies. That's it. You've seen it wrong." And in answer, all Candy
offered was another shrug to match her first. For some reason, that irritated
him even more than if she had argued with him. Unfortunately, seeing as how he
was still buried balls deep in another woman, thinking about his friend's
nonexistent feelings seemed like it could wait for another time. And speaking
of which…
"Uh," he swallowed against his throat, "I think maybe it's about time for me
to…" he trailed off, awkward that he couldn't be more eloquent in his desire
to, 'hit it and quit it.' Thankfully, this was exactly what Candy had been
waiting to hear, and made it clear to him that it was more than fine with her.
The last thing she needed was some long, drawn-out goodbye.
Tomas pulled from her body slowly, finally feeling the sore ache after fucking
for what had ended up being about an hour. Even sated, Candy's womanly muscles
wrapped around his half hard length, as though she still didn't want to let him
go after both were spent.
Well, if he was honest Tomas felt like he could have tried for one more if he
really wanted, but he was sure both of them would regret it as soon as their
blood cooled. Finally pulling free, a sigh left them both at the sudden absence
of the other, his filling her and her tightness around him.
Candy got to enjoy the unique pleasure of feeling all the excess cum Tomas had
been keeping trapped suddenly gushing out to leave a trail down her backside.
Tomas watched the event, eyebrows raised until a sudden kick to his shin forced
his attention towards the exasperated expression lining Candy's face.
"Shows over buddy," she smirked, not at all caring about the scene she must
have made, her lower half especially. Instead, she just pointed his attention
towards a far off bed. "So how about you do me a favor go hand me that pillow?"
Not really a question, Tomas looked at the number of much closer pillows before
shrugging his shoulders and marching his naked self over to the specified
cushion to bring it over. Candy snatched it from his hands a moment later and
grinned smugly as she stuffed it under her ass to push her hips up and keep
what jizz remained inside from escaping.
"Thanks!" she chirped. "That one belongs to Kerra," she pointed at the bed he'd
just grabbed the pillow from. "Kind of a huge bitch," she laughed. "But I'm
sure she doesn't mind if I borrow her pillow for a bit. I'll be sure to put it
back before she clocks off." Smiling innocently, Tomas once again had to stare
as he realized just what kind of woman it was that had lured him into her bed.
Something told him she would have managed to get him there one way or another
the more he thought about it. Scary really. But, that's women for you…
"So how do you feel?" the question forced him from his thoughts, and Tomas
turned a confused glance towards his lover. It was a little hard, considering
Candy's blanket only covered her lower half, leaving her exposed breasts in
plain view. But she quickly continued before he could become distracted by the
sight, "any less stressed?" Although, considering her knowing grin it was safe
to say she'd already noticed his markedly less tense state. It turned out three
orgasms was exactly what the doctor ordered. So he told her just that.
"Thanks." But she just brushed it off, patting her stomach over the blanket.
"It's not like I didn't get my reward," she shrugged. Which was only a bit of
an understatement. But the results were the same regardless, that being a belly
full of cum. And considering she couldn't even flex her stomach without feeling
like she'd pop, yea, mission accomplished.
"Just keep it in mind in case you start to stress out about everything again.
People love to make such a big deal about sex but in the end its just sex.
Enjoy it, make sure whatever lady you visit does too. Something tells me anyone
who walked into this vault as a prude won't stay that way for long." She was
looking forward to it, actually.
Tomas heard her, slipping on his boxers, blushing despite himself. But, as
crass as she could be, that didn't mean he didn't need to hear the words any
less.
Ever since he walked into this vault, everyone had done nothing but tell him
how important he was and build up this pressure that threatened to crush him.
Even Abigail had added to this, in her own way. It seemed like all he needed
was one person to tell him, 'Hey, just go stick your dick in someone. Enjoy it.
Have fun. Be a teenage boy.' And now that he knew that it could be fun, well,
his mind drifted towards the crowd that had attacked him earlier, quietly
curious if he could remember any that had stood out. Candy's voice interrupted
his thoughts
"Gonna head back to class?" he was already in the middle of getting dressed,
trying to make sense of what was left of his jump suit. But he shook his head.
"I'm actually surprised the entire vault hasn't gone into lockdown with me
missing this long." He blinked at what he'd just said. "Er, or more of a
lockdown. Can you double lockdown a vault? Anyway, Robin's probably out of her
mind, and hopefully I can catch her before the Overseer starts a manhunt." He
finished zipping up the torn rags of his clothes, looking down at himself and
realized that he might have been better off just stealing one of the blankets
in the room to cover himself. Shrugging his shoulders, he looked back at Candy,
unsure of how he was supposed to just leave after everything that happened.
Thankfully she made it easy for him.
He jumped as she slapped his ass. "Don't worry about them; everything will be
alright. Thanks again for the bastard," she smirked. "I'll be sure to mail any
important pictures, you know, birthdays, holidays, when she has to eventually
marry her half-brother…" The joke was as uncomfortable as it was inappropriate,
but it did bring up the subject of the little present he'd no doubt left
behind. Stepping towards the door to leave, he looked back wondering what kind
of life he'd just helped create.
"You already know it's going to be a girl?" he idly joked, hand already
outstretched to open the locked door. But glancing back, he found something he
hadn't been expecting.
Candy looked down at her stomach, confused like she didn't know what to think
about the new life already in the making. Almost like it appeared without her
knowing, the smile that shifted into place appeared more honest than any
expression Tomas had seen on her face. She shrugged her shoulders.
"I-I guess… a boy would be nice too…" was her hesitant answer, as she reached
up to rub the spot that would start to swell over the coming months. It was
almost like the very idea hadn't even crossed her mind. Tomas left her like
that, silently wishing her all the happiness in the world as he passed through
the door and into the hall.
The door shut behind him and he paused, unsure how he felt after everything
that happened. Honestly, it was hard to believe that he'd only just met Candy
little more than an hour ago. Things had moved so fast, too fast for him to
really take a moment and catch up. But, maybe that was for the best? Camille
and his sister always did tell him that he thought too much.
So much of the stress in his life was brought on by himself. Sure, his
situation wasn't ideal, but there was a lot to enjoy about it too. Everyone
needed to adapt to this new world whether they liked it or not. And he was
starting to realize, the faster he did so, the easier everything else would
become. As impossible as it was, he needed to start making his way through the
population. That being said, Tomas still couldn't deny the… hollow sensation
that came with abandoning a woman who he'd just knocked up, even knowing she
wouldn't have had it any other way.
He tried to shake those thoughts off and distract himself another way, only to
look around the empty corridor and realize he still had no idea where he was.
Blinking, any other issues were lost as he looked down either side, looking for
any kinds of signs or anything that looked remotely familiar. That worry was
replaced by a spark of fear as he found his bodyguard, Robin, casually leaning
against the door across the hall like it was any other day.
He jumped back, heart lurching, yet, in response, the chiseled blonde woman
just stared at him, her cool expression as unreadable as ever. How she'd found
him and how long she'd been standing there, he didn't know. But he did feel
fairly certain that asking her would teach him about the same as if he just
stayed silent. At least now he knew why the alarms hadn't started.
"Are you done?" she asked, her flat tone belying no judgment even though she
knew what he must have just come from doing. Too shy to speak, the younger boy
just nodded, the heat in his cheeks turning them bright red. She didn't
respond, just moving from her "post" to start down what he could only assume
was the right direction towards his family's apartment. And that was if she
didn't expect him to go back to class with his clothes torn and reeking of sex.
Of course, knowing her…
Tomas shook the thought from his head. Whatever happened, for once in a long
while he felt like… possibly, it wouldn't be the straw that broke his back.
Maybe he could put up all of this craziness for a little while. And… maybe he
should start keeping his eyes open for any of those other woman who'd showed
interest that morning. Of course, if Robin had put them in the medical bay…
Dubious, for obvious reasons, he found his gaze lingering on the woman marching
in front of him. Recognizing that all those lithe muscles and exercises made
her fit pretty well in that blue jumpsuit. He banished the thought as soon as
it had come, but that didn't stop the lingering awareness that he now took into
a world of women waiting for be taken by him.
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A/N: Okay, there it is. one heck of a chapter if I say so myself. Again, sorry
to everyone who was upset by the slightly longer amount of time it took me to
get this chapter out. Hopefully the full length sex scene and size of the
chapter made up for the wait. None of you have to worry about me abandoning
this story any time soon. And if my promises still mean anything, you can all
look forward to regular updates from now on every other month.
Also, a lot of you should be happy to hear that sex will be quite a bit more
regular than its been. Tomas needed a bit of time to find himself in this new
world and I want to thank everyone who's stood by and watched the development
I'd planned from the start. From now on he'll be much more confident and
comfortable taking advantage of his position.
Next chapter: January
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