Still Alive: A Lesbian Love Story in an Undead World
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Before she could answer the man blurted, “It sure would be nice to get out of the rain. Our little homeless shelter in the hills sucks!”
“Jesus Tom, can you not announce were we live to just anyone?”
Jaimee chuckled, “It’s ok. Like I said, I’ve been watching you for a while. I’m from LA, but have been making my way east. I know you’re up in the preserve.” She paused, “And honestly, from what I’ve seen of your raiding group, I think you’re all right…”
Shoulders sagging, the other woman nodded, “It would be nice to have another friend in the area.”
Getting a closer look at the pair, Jaimee determined that they were not a threat and could use her help…as much as she could use theirs. The fact that they still lived also meant they had some survival skills and did not take stupid chances. She was taking a chance showing them her safe house, but thought it was worth the risk.
“It’s not far.” Jaimee steered the SUV out of the parking lot.
*****
“This is secure? Really? You haven’t had any problems with the zombies?”
“Well, yeah at first, but after I cleared them out, I boarded up any low windows and the gate keeps them out of the back and side yard.” Jaimee pointed at the top of the cinderblock portion of the wall. “That part I’ve been trying to put spikes on top of just in case any can climb. I’ve never seen one able to, but just in case…”
Diane shifted on the couch in the loft of the fire station, admiring Jaimee’s resourcefulness. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but you’re so…clean. Is the water still working? We’ve been bottling as we find it and sometimes we’ll get weak trickle from a creek up in the preserve.”
“There’s still water pressure here. I’m not sure how long that will continue, so I conserve what I can. But, yeah. When I made sure this place was safe, one of the first things I did was shower. It felt amazing! There’s no electricity, so no hot water. But, there’s an emergency generator in the back with some fuel in it. I haven’t fired it up very often though. The noise tends to attract them.” Jaimee jerked her head toward the street outside.
Scratching his beard, Tom said, “Well, look. This place is awesome and all, but we still have to talk to the rest of our people to see if they want to leave the hills. If it were just me and Diane, then yeah, we’d join you. Let us go talk to them and we can meet you again in the next couple of days and let you know.”
Shaking her head Diane said, “There are going to be some who may not want to be trapped inside. If most of us do think it’s safer, we’ll do it. Even if the majority says no, I want to make an alliance with you. You know, for mutual help and protection. We kind of have a democracy thing going where the majority has to say ‘yes’ to anything. I’m sure we can make an alliance with you get enough votes if we don’t just decide to move in with you here.”
Silently, Diane added: Plus there’s the fact she’s obviously living here alone, even though she hasn’t admitted it. I’d like to find out more about how she’s managed to make it so far alone…not to mention clear this place out. It’s not bad, and a good place to stay as long as it doesn’t get surrounded by biters.
Jaimee thought that Diane seemed excited to live here in the firehouse. Whether that was from the few creature comforts the shelter offered or from her own company she did not know. Of course, she hoped there was some mutual interest involved in this case. Jaimee felt a great attraction towards Diane, yet could not determine if she had any interest in women, let alone herself.
The allure of the Diane sidetracked Jaimee, making her mind wander when Tom started speaking about something insignificant.
Standing and reaching out my hand in invitation to Diane, we leave Tom behind and descend the stairs. I pause before leading her through the kitchen, and down the hall into the bunkroom, tracing her bodyline with my eyes. Warmth rushes from my vagina, through my torso and limbs. It’s been so long.
Trying to control my hands from shaking, we step inside the bunkroom and shut away the outside world for a while.
God, she’s attractive. I think to myself. Her eyes a bright blue, athletic frame, the perfect size breasts to give it a feminine curve, but not large enough to get in the way. Sort of like a tennis player’s build. Those lips also have a flawless line to them. Perfect for kissing and other things.
Diane glances to the side and notices the showers set off to the side of the bunkroom. She asks if she can use one, to which I acquiesced.
I’m going to be bold here – why not? “Do you mind if we save water and take one together?” I ask and give my best, flirtatious grin. I admit it feels ‘cheesy’, but hey – if it works, who cares? Aren’t daydreams ‘ok’ being cheesy?
She doesn’t say a word, just smiles and gestures for me to follow. I notice a slight sway to her hips that wasn’t there before.
Diane peels off her jeans, blouse and underwear, revealing pale and unmarked skin where protected by clothing. I can see the curve of her breast and nipple as she steps into a stall. Quickly, shedding my clothing, I grab a bar of soap and join her as the water bursts out of the showerhead. Gently, I lather the soap down her back, hips and long legs. Working my way back up the front, I pause and swirl my hands and soap around the light, curly hair of her pussy. I hear a moan, and glance up to see her biting her lips and her hands kneading breasts. Taking the soap, I stand up and loop around her breasts while placing my first kiss on the collarbone at the base of her neck. Her arms wrap around me as she leans forward to press lips against mine. So soft.
Both of us grasp and ungrasp arms while deeply kissing, trying to bring our bodies closer, feeling skin rubbing skin. I have to taste her; she excites me as no one has in a very, very long time. Kiss by kiss, I nibble my way down until kneeling in front of her glistening thighs. I reach up and trace a finger along her clit and essence of femininity. I look up into her eyes seeing longing and affection in them as I slip a finger inside, collecting juices. Licking my finger, I taste her sticky sweetness mixed with the water. I can’t wait any longer and dive forward, pressing my face into her inner lips. She braces herself against the shower wall and tips her hips upward, spreading her thighs open. Now, I can reach deeper with my tongue, dipping it in and out, and then flicking it along her pearl. Legs are trembling around my head, so I grasp and brace her buttocks with my hands while I fuck her with my tongue.
We stay in the shower for what seems like forever, making her climax again and again, gushing delectable juices, which I eagerly devour. This is heaven…
“…and that’s why I think it’s a good idea. We’ll talk to our people and meet up with you again soon. Ok?”
Jaimee shook herself out of her fantasizing; feeling flushed and realized she completely missed what Tom had said.
“Are you all right? You’re a bright shade of red.” Diane gave her an odd, but warm, look.
“Uh, yeah. Just hot in here all of a sudden.” She muttered.
Taking a deep breath, Jaimee continued, “That sounds like a plan. What do you think about meeting tomorrow at the same time?”
“Let’s do two days from now. We may need more time to convince others if any are opposed.”
Nodding they all left the loft and walked to the side lot to check for zombies before leaving. Jaimee thought she caught Diane curiously glancing back at her while they made their way up the street to the preserve entrance. Then again, maybe it was all her imagination getting the best of her… and she knew she had quite the imagination.
*****
It took more than a day or two for all to come to an agreement and make the move into Jaimee’s stronghold. The group was small, only six in number, included Diane and Tom. In the past, they were larger, but bit by bit, the size dwindled due to deaths while scavenging the area for supplies and random undead attacks. The surviving members besides Diane and Tom were two people in their twenties, like Jaimee and Diane, one middle-aged woman and retired man.
They all met in th
e apparatus bay. Tom introduced the new comers to Jaimee, “The old man there is Henry. He’s handy to have around and has kept a few cars up and running for us when we sorely needed them.”
The salt and pepper haired man nodded at Jaimee and gazed at the equipment in the bay with analytical grey eyes.
“This is Blanca. She can make a meal out of almost anything we can scrounge up.”
The middle-aged Latina, wrapped a hand around something in a pocket, murmuring under her breath. She squinted at Jaimee and gave her a half smile in greeting.
“Tori used to be an administrator at a local hospital. She knows some first aid and CPR, but that’s about it.”
Jaimee took Tori in with her eyes. She looked to be around the same age as Jaimee, but unfortunately, had that ‘straight air’ about her. It’s hard to put your finger on just what gives it away, but this one is definitely not someone who would be interested in me. Too bad, she’s kind of cute. Looks like she’s mixed too – a little Asian in there somewhere. Very nice.
“Bobby is the youngest of us, twenty years old. Not much good for anything yet, but we’ll change that.” Tom laughed.
Bobby eagerly walked to Jaimee and shook her hand. “Hey, awesome! Nice to meet you. This is a great place you have. Much better than camping out in the middle of the desert.”
He pulled glossy, dark hair and wound it into a ponytail, adding, “The old man talks a lot. Don’t let him fool you; I’m good at growing things for food…and recreation. If-you-know-what-I-mean…”
Chucking, Jaimee shook her head, “Probably not the greatest idea. There’s not a ton of junk food around anymore to help with the side effects.”
Bronze skin crinkled around the young man’s surprising blue eyes when smiling, “True that.”
After greeting all, Jaimee brought them into the fire station, showing them the different rooms and facilities. There were a few grateful moans when they saw the soft beds.
“The showers are right there, two separate stalls.” Jaimee fought blushing as she recalled her daydream about Diane days earlier. “For now, there is still water pressure. But, I’m not sure how much longer that will last. Try to take short showers. In fact, we should set up a schedule of only two showers available a day and take turns.”
They relaxed and talked about rules, rationing and how often to go scavenge the area until the light began to dim outside. Jaimee lit a few candles, which she obtained recently from a few apartments, in the kitchen as they ate. Later, they retired for the evening, Jaimee making sure that Diane bunked in a bed nearby. Unlike Tori, she did get a certain vibe from Diane, but had to have time to explore it before putting herself out there. Plus, she did not want to make the woman uncomfortable. Eventually, Jaimee must approach her, for her own peace of mind. Until then, she always had her dreams.
*****
Blanca scrubbed dishes in a bin of collected rainwater and soap in the kitchen, while Tom and Diane cleaned the company’s guns on the floor of the dayroom. Jaimee stood outside, dumping dirt and manure into wooden troughs Bobby brought back after a recent foraging raid at a nearby drugstore. He pulled out the flowers that originally colonized the planters and was in the process of reseeding them with vegetables and a few herbs. The last member of their group, Tori, stood watch from the loft of the fire station. From there, she had a clear view of the front of the building. They gradually attached trip wires to abused tin cans and other items along the side and back of the property. If anything, the noise gave them an early warning system of the undead or living intruders. The driveway where they pulled cars in away from the street lay clear of these wires, but the gate now had barbwire wrapped around most of it.
The group fit well with her and Jaimee enjoyed the time she spent with Diane, whether on a foraging trip or downtime in the fire station. She still was not sure if the attractive blond ‘played for her team’ or not yet, but the fact Diane did not show any attention to the men of the party except as a friend or sibling sort of relationship was promising.
Still, Jaimee thought, that doesn’t mean she likes women either. Maybe this is all wishful thinking on my part. She really seems to like hanging out with me outside of the usual chores, raids, etc. More so than the others. I have to take things slow and not jump to conclusions, but this is killing me. I think the next time we’re alone and it feels right, I just have ask about her feelings toward the LGBT community…when there was one that is. Get an idea from her reaction if she is gay like me…or not. She has to be though…just has to be!
Washing the dirt from her arms after finishing planting seeds, Jaimee walked into the firehouse and wiped a towel along her hands. Diane sat, cross-legged, with parts of a gun scattered on the floor in front of her, glanced up at Jaimee’s entrance. A small smile played along her lips briefly when they made eye contact before returning to the cleaning task.
A jolt of warmth spread out from her core, through the rest Jaimee’s body.
Right, I will find out soon. She HAS to be!
End of Volume 1 of
Still Alive;
A Lesbian Love Story in an Undead World
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