Undead Love: A Post-Apocalyptic Romance

by Silvia Rojas

  “Wow, who’s the host?”

  “Apparently some high sports hot-shot in Manchester.” Jesse shrugged. “But what’s in for us, you will ask? Well, hot babes, nice drinks, free food and not to mention hot babes? Do you know how many people are going to be there? Hundreds, if not, thousands!”

  “I’ll be surprised if even 100 show up,” Tristian snorted. “Like, seriously, Park by the highway? It boasts the best food around the entire Manchester and that is saying something. Please for God’s sake, don’t tell me you’ve managed to get an invite for your girlfriend as well.”

  “Of course I have!” Jesse exclaimed as the two moved into the locker rooms. Tristian was slowly removing all his gear and was about to remove his jersey when Jesse showed him something. It was a ring, a simple diamond ring. “And I’ve also managed to get this.”

  “An engagement ring?!” Tristian asked, looking at a suddenly nervous yet absolutely determined Jesse. “You’re going to ask her to marry you? You’ve been dating for what, like, 9 months? 10?”

  “A year and a half, idiot,” Jesse snorted. He put the ring back inside of his bag’s secret pocket and slipped out of his own clothes. Considering he had to go in next, he was already all suited up and ready to bat. “But yeah, I’m sure. She’s a wonderful girl, she’s independent, wants to help people and most of all, she doesn’t see the scars but what caused them.”

  “Damn,” Tristian smirked, slightly envious. “That’s a great thing mate, I’ll be sure to be there.”

  “Be there? If I have any say in it you’re going to be the best man!” Jesse exclaimed. “I mean, come on man, we’ve been friends since when, our diaper days?”

  “I’m pretty sure we weren’t wearing diapers in primary school, or at least I wasn’t.” Tristian grinned. “But yeah, I’ll agree, you’re right. Now, if you don’t mind I’ll go to the shower and we can have this conversation when your would-be fiance actually agrees to marry you.”

  Jesse just shot him a dirty look while Tristian walked inside of the shower, getting ready and walking out of the club with his bag on. The two friends were living close by, in the homes that were really close to the stadium, and since it was also the county team’s home ground, they both had chosen a home close to their training area.

  Tristian’s house was the furthest but the most straightforward. It was located just near Highway number 47 and was also walking distance away from his father’s cafe.

  Turning the hot water on, Tristian couldn’t still believe that his best friend was going to get married to his girlfriend, quite possibly very, very soon and that was a big change from the ‘I’ll be a playboy’ Jesse Stone in their teenage years of glorious 16 and 17.

  ‘Alright, I really should find a girlfriend too,’ Tristian thought. ‘Damn, I’m almost 29, and I have no one to spend nights with.’

  Shaking his head, Tristan started to apply a shampoo and his thoughts ran back to Jennifer. Jennifer and him... If only they could make it work somehow together...

  Chapter 4

  It was as if the time had literally flown when Christmas Party day arrived. Tristian regularly met Jennifer in the cafe and although both enjoyed those precious moments together, it seemed like none of them was brave enough to pursue things anywhere further.

  Today was the day when each of them was going to attend the Christmas Party, not knowing about the presence of the other in the event.

  Knowing that there would be some high-profile people at the party, Tristian opened his wardrobe and began to browse through his clothes, considering his options for a not-too-smart-not-too-casual outfit. Finally, he decided to take a simple white shirt that perfectly highlighted his muscular arms, dark blue pants, and a matching blazer. Satisfied with his look, he grabbed the invitation and headed out of his house to meet up with the rest of the team at the hotel so they could enter together. Even though people said it was wise to be ‘fashionably late’, they were absolutely on time, and that was saying something.

  And very close to his own apartment was Jennifer’s apartment where even she was getting ready. Having been given the blessing to be in the party by her mother, she had picked up her favorite party dress, a simply light blue colored dress that went to her knees and showed the perfect amount of her immense cleavage and high lightened her skin and beauty even more. Deliberately not choosing to put on any makeup except for some lipstick, and her simple necklace, she looked at herself before grabbing her coat and then leaving for the party. Angelina had come over to pick her up and they were going to head there together and by gods did they make an entrance.

  Getting on the terrace themed party together, they had turned almost every single head, especially Jennifer, as people stared at them, and some even noticed the girl’s beauty. But before she could even think of anything Angelina had dragged her off to the side to meet the one who had gotten her these passes and she was really surprised to see it was their mentor who taught them about how to treat a possible Spinal Injury. Talking with the woman for quite a long time, she finally was allowed to grab a drink and deliberately didn’t chose to drink anything Alcoholic.

  The dance floor had already lit up, people with all of their dates, partners, and escorts lining up the entire dance floor while she drank a simple glass of raspberry soda off on the side. Little did she know there were a set of very familiar eyes watching her, surprised, anxious and slightly excited.

  Tristian had found out that not only were they going to get to go to the party but also stay the night. Literally, the Host had handed him a room key for a deluxe room down on the 11th floor and had been told to stay the night and for breakfast tomorrow morning. Considering it was a day off tomorrow, he didn’t have any hesitations on doing so. But how could he, a 28-year-old guy, especially being a former marine, hesitate to talk with the drop dead gorgeous girl that was standing right in front of him in the sexiest dress he’d ever seen.

  “You know, for once I didn’t recognize you there, Jennifer.”

  Jennifer jumped at the familiar voice and turned around, her jaw dropping at the sight of Tristian dressed handsomely in an amazing blue colored blazer themed attire. “You are an incredibly beautiful woman, especially in that dress.”

  “T... Tristian... w... what a surprise.” Blushing right to her teeth a ‘client’ caught her like this, she abashedly looked away, but finally managed to gather courage and smiled warmly. “It’s nice to see you, I honestly thought you’d be celebrating with your family or something.”

  “Oh trust me, I like to celebrate Christmas day myself, my family’s rather boring when it comes to Christmas.” Rolling his eyes, he picked up a passing cocktail for himself. “So how did you end up here? I don’t mean any offenses but I am still surprised even I ended up here, and I’m a county level cricket player.”

  “Oh, my teacher invited us. She’s apparently the host’s twin sister.” Tristian’s eyes rose high in the air as he looked around for a woman looking very similar to the head of the Manchester Club of Cricket, and found her. If she wasn’t a girl she’d exactly be like him. “She teaches us how to deal with spinal patients.”

  “Oh yes, you’re a paramedical student.” Tristian turned his attention back to her. “Well, I have a pretty much similar story. The host invited us as special guests, but all that is worth is hot hair and a few photos. It’s not anything funny though.”

  It was a comfortable chat that followed, this time going deeper into each other’s lives. She found out how he was a former marine and lived away from his parents, and really liked to be left alone in his personal life. She didn’t ask much about his parents and neither did he, she was just a blurter and blurted out everything about her life within the span of the hour they had talked. Following her blurting out her almost entire life, he simply sighed and told her he didn’t need to know anything to befriend her, but he did reveal a lot of things about himself, how he coped growing up as a Marine, choosing to fight in the forces rather than study ahead.


  “Hey.” Sometime later, he suddenly had this idea out of nowhere. He looked at her, his eyes slightly nervous, as he extended his arm. “Do you want to dance? I really like this song.”

  Jennifer blushed, looking around and only managing to watch people dancing with their respective partners. Even Angelina, who had a boyfriend, was dancing with a man 30 years her senior, and enjoying it, so Jennifer simply smiled and nodded, giving him her hand.

  She was really surprised that the man knew how to dance, let alone so well. All of his movements had a practice fleur to them and all of his pulls and pushes in the various steps they had to pull off were almost robotic. And as they danced together, she not only noticed that his hands were much, much gentler than the meaty hunks that they looked, but he also had a very firm chest. Their eyes never left each other as they danced and she found herself only getting further immersed in those eyes.

  Tristian had been a fool to think that Jennifer was just a beautiful woman. She was an absolutely drop dead gorgeous goddess. Her body was so soft, so gentle and so lithe he felt as if he was actually dancing with a queen and not a worker that worked in his father’s cafe. Somewhere in the back of his mind that fact painfully thumped, reminding him that he still had to tell her about the fact, but that thump was blasted out of the window when he felt her larger than usual chest press up to his, and that was it for him. He had to somehow control his emotions and his hormones or he was going to end up doing much more than just dance with the woman that was melting into his arms.

  He gulped, his face suddenly going sweaty as he looked at her full lips. She was smiling, glowing, literally, her eyes glittering in emotion and her face so close to his he was sure all he had to do was simply duck his head down by a little and their lips would meet, but he wouldn’t give, he would not give.

  And the fact that he wasn’t giving was enough for Jennifer to lose her mind. The urge to kiss him was rising so much, so, so much that all she wanted him to do was kiss her right now and be done with it. She could see his eyes locked on her lips and his face tightening in concentration. However the sound of the music stopping stopped them, and various other dancers as the Host of the night found himself standing on a table and giving a speech, his voice slurred by the alcohol.

  However, they were far too much interested in each other and far lost in each other’s hormones to even care about. They somehow managed to sneak off, ignoring the grin that Angelina sent her way and the ‘shh’ sign, and the next 10 minutes they didn’t know what had happened.

  The second they had gotten into the elevator, Tristian was literally upon her, and she accepted him with wide open arms, their lips crashing as pent-up emotions, frustrations and hormones were released into each other in a kiss that neither of them would have ever shared. Jennifer felt all her restraints she had built over in the years melting apart as she didn’t even care, opening her mouth to let his tongue inside of her mouth, and their kisses got a lot more passionate and a lot more filled with lust.

  He pressed his body against hers, his hands slowly roaming across her back, massaging and pressing at spots that were causing her to moan and groan, rubbing her pelvis against his as their lips attacked each other’s hard and fast. Their tongues were in a big duel as they kissed, uncaring of who would see them at the moment as they were alone and letting God lead them to the floor where Tristian was taking her. When the elevator dinged, he didn’t even care if there was anyone outside, all he needed to see was the floor and with surprising strength, he picked her up with their lips still locked.

  “Don’t stop.” She managed to mutter out, kissing his cheeks and his jaw. “I don’t want you to stop.”

  And he didn’t stop. Somehow entering his room for the night, all thoughts of control left him he viciously attacked her lips, pressing her against the door of the room. She found herself squished between his strong body and the door, going much more bolder and her hand now opening his blazer and throwing it off. In return, he was slowly starting open the zipper that was in the back of her dress with one hand, going inside and tracing her bare skin with another hand slowly and surely going down to her perfectly arched butt.

  Not to be left behind, her own hands roamed all over his body, trailing down his shirt’s buttons, hastily removing them and the bow tie as she found his bare skin underneath hers. By now, their lips had gotten so red by literally kissing for the past god knows how much time, they had to stop kissing, reluctantly, so instead he moved to kissing across her cheek, his lips leaving a fiery hot trail across her skin.

  “You are a tease.” He muttered, softly pecking her cheek, her jaw, and her lithe neck, slipping down her dress just a little to show her pale green bra. In return, she finally chugged of his shirt, and locked her legs around his waist and arched her head to the side to give him better access. “You are utterly a tease, you know?”

  “Am I the tease?!” She managed to moan out as his lips clasped around a certain section of her neck, slowly tracing his tongue down her shoulders. Her hands now went downwards to his belt buckle, unclasping the belt and not even caring to remove it. She felt him lock the door behind her and activate the ‘do not disturb’ light, and didn’t bother turning on any of the lights in the room and instead let the moonlight seeping through the parted curtains be the only thing that illuminated the room.

  He somehow shrugged his pants out and carried her to the bed, throwing her on it. Before he made sense of it, she herself had removed her dress and slept only in her bra on the bed, even her panties had been removed and he couldn’t even see her womanhood as she covered it with her hands, her legs spread giving him a sight that would probably be the cause of his wet dreams for years to come, with her blonde hair laid above her like a halo, her breasts in her bra pushing together. Her eyes were literally like honey, raising a perfectly arched finger and beckoning him to come in. “I have this certain urge to exercise, Tristie, please, rectify that-mmph!”

  He jumped on her, engulfing her mouth with his again. His hands, which were slowly caressing her slim stomach, were slowly moving upwards, just below her breasts and pressing at spots which made her gasp every time with the feather-light yet extremely passionate kisses he was leaving across her chest. Finally, after what felt as an endless amount of torture, he cupped her breasts, and gently squeezed them, making her sigh in relief and pleasure as she clenched his head to her bosom tighter, waiting for him to move.

  To further show his mother how good he could actually be, he started to kiss the exposed portion of her breasts, and bit her left nipple through the bra she was wearing, making her moan and clench his head tighter.

  “Oh God!” Jennifer moaned out as her super sensitive nipple was bit. “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!”

  And he didn’t stop. He moved to her other breast to give that the same attention as her right one. His hands were, by now, really squeezing her breasts, giving the golden-haired beauty more and more pleasure. Finally, he was done with teasing her, and removed her bra, leaving her bare naked below him.

  He didn’t even wait for a second, and dived into her breasts, this time using his tongue and covering all he could with his saliva, lavishing her large breasts with love and affection, slowly starting to suck on her right one. His left hand was groping her left breast, and his right hand was slowly caressing her thigh, moving upwards towards her gushing pussy.

  Jennifer was in literal heaven. She thought she was going to tempt him to do some kissing, maybe some touching, but this was more than what she thought, and she was not going to complain. This was much better than just kissing, they could do that whenever they wanted. The way he sucked on her breasts and caressed her body, it made her feel like a goddess, a goddess that was being pleasured by 1000 people at the same time, only it was him who was doing so and she knew there was no way they were going to stop.

  Managing to fumble around, she grasped the hem of his boxers, and tugged them off and with no effort, she found herself bare naked under him equal
ly naked, his long hard snake colliding against her inner thigh and from what she felt, he was surely good.

  His hand was now tracing the outer lips of her womanhood, and it was sending her such reactions that she felt like just giving up and pass out to a sexual coma. He had left her breasts and was slowly moving downwards, worshipping her body and she was loving it. She needed more, much, much more. So she decided to screw his fun, and took his hand in hers, and inserted his hand directly into her passage, giving a throaty moan as she felt his strong finger inside of her. He was quick to respond, and slowly removed it out, and inserted his finger inside again, pumping very, very slowly.

  “Yes, just like that.” She moaned out, clenching his head. He dipped his tongue inside her navel, much to her approval. “Oh God!!!”

  Finally, he reached her pussy, and she took a deep breath, waiting for him to dive in, and taste what no one had ever done. She had only read about this, her still being a virgin and she didn’t even want to stop him now.

  The way his lips had clasped around her nipple and was slowly sucking her large breasts combined with his middle finger slowly tracing her pussy’s outer lips, moving up from her breasts and tracing kisses down her stomach, taking a dip on her navel and moving downwards. Finally, he had enough of ‘side worshipping’ and dived in, slowly nibbling on the swollen mold on the top of her pussy, making her go wide-eyed, mouth open as a silent scream ripped out of her mouth. Her thighs encircled his neck, keeping him there and her hands clasped tight around his head.