I looked into Corinne's eyes and quickly got a good feel of what I was dealing with. She was the true leader of their clan. There was no doubting that now. And, she was determined to protect her people. There was nothing wrong with that. However, I wanted the alliance to always feel like our clan was the stronger one and could make certain demands. But if I was ever going to get this woman's trust, I would need to make some concessions. Nothing ruins a good meal better than a heated argument. I would just as soon avoid that.
"You are right, of course," I replied to her, not John. "But I believe that we are entering new territory with this alliance, and there is no reason for either group to feel uncomfortable. May I suggest that Jada and Riley hold on to a pistol each, while I hand you mine?"
Corinne looked at me carefully, then down at my revolver, then to the other girls I mentioned. She was no doubt weighing in her mind any tactical advantage that I might have with the proposed arrangement. We both knew about my deflection ability and Riley's speed bursts. She likely did not know about Alexa's gift or Jada's competence with a gun. With most of her people armed, I believed I was being generous.
Reaching for my gun like it might possibly be a snake, she replied simply, "That is acceptable." Instead of holding on to my revolver, though, she sat it on the floor by the door where the Weatherby currently rested. Alexa handed the Glock to Riley, happy to be rid of it. The thin, pale-skinned brunette accepted it dutifully without looking. Her eyes would constantly be on guard for threats. It gave me some peace of mind and the opportunity to relax a little.
"I hope you guys are hungry," I said, directing everyone back to the happier topic of cooked food.
"Oh my God!" Bianka answered first, quickly followed with agreement by the others.
The mood lightened up noticeably as we divvied out the grub. They had a heavy looking oak dining room table that easily sat eight people. Corinne directed the seating herself without barking out orders. I nodded compliance to my folks. It was her home. Along as she wasn’t being disrespectful or malicious, I didn’t see any reason to give her any trouble.
John and I sat at opposite ends of the long table. On my left rested Alexa, Jada and Camilla. Riley and Seiko were guided to the living room to eat. That placed one of my people in each room with a pistol. I was happy with that arrangement. Corinne sat to my immediate right, accompanied by Bianka and Stella. I found it interesting that Nadia was sent to the other room with Ling. I didn't expect Stella to be included with our group, but I was glad that she was there. I was certain that it made tactical sense to Corinne somehow.
It was quite a picture. Two men at the ends, those seats representing power. Then six absolutely beautiful women on the sides. And, they were each so very different, with the exception of Jada and Corinne. Those two were nearly mirror images of each other.
"No beer this time, Mason?" John asked with disappointment.
"I was tempted," I replied with a laugh. "But we have work to do after we eat. I figured the women would appreciate us staying clear headed for that. Next time, though, for sure."
I turned to Corinne to see her reaction. She was already looking at me. For a few seconds we had what must be called a moment. It wasn't a sexually charged, lustful moment. No. It was more of a mutually respectful moment. I got the distinct impression that she had never had a man in her clan that she truly respected. And that I had quickly improved my position in her eyes.
The house that they had chosen held less than half as many solar panels as ours. With damage and wear I expected that they might be lucky to get enough power to keep the lights on, assuming that we could get it working at all. They may have to ration power to use the appliances. If we were able to get both homes functioning with large refrigerators and freezers, the meat currently sitting in ours would be split evenly between the two clans. It wouldn't be long before we'd have to go hunting again if we wanted to keep up the higher protein diet. Peanut butter and crackers were getting old, as well as sparse.
Glancing at the other room I picked up on how those ladies were getting along. Nadia and Riley appeared to be having staring contest while Seiko talked off Ling's ear in two different languages. English, I recognized, of course. The other may have been Mandarin for all I knew. I had not asked our newest girl if she could speak additional languages. I bet that was a definite plus for a retail job in the city. People were so few and far between these days that a non-English speaking person might never again come across someone that they could comprehend. I imagined for some minorities that was a huge issue now. Everyone that could understand you in your area may have died off leaving you feeling incredibly alone.
It took a while for conversations to really get going, except for Camilla. She knew everyone at the table and was naturally the most comfortable by far. Occasionally she would ask inappropriate questions for the gathering. Nothing too serious, just things would give away more information than you should about your clan's status. Eventually she figured things out and adjusted to do a great job in making people feel more comfortable. It was easier to appreciate her in this element.
John became more talkative the more he ate, as if the venison were liquor for his soul. He was doing his best to chat up Alexa and Jada, but they weren't being the least bit flirtatious in return. Bianka was curious about Seiko, having picked up the bisexual vibe like radar. But that seemed to be the end of it. Apparently, she had a selective type for herself, and the meaty talkative Asian wasn't it.
Corinne loosened up after a while. Instead of only responding to direct questions from Camilla, she started engaging Jada and Alexa. She took an interest in how Jada was healing, also asking about her background. She complimented her on her physical capabilities and battle prowess. Jada responded well in return. As I sat there eating, I mostly paid attention to the others instead of joining in the discussions. I could clearly see that Corinne was interested in how Alexa got to be the top girl in our clan. She was fishing for information in a very sly way. My wife did well in indicating that it was mostly because she was my first woman, skirting the issue of any powers that she might have.
Only Stella completely abstained from the dialogue. If she could answer any questions directed at her with a nod or the shake of her head, she did. Verbal replies were as brief as possible, rarely involving eye contact. I must say, I like the shy innocent type, and the schoolgirl vibe. But this one was a borderline recluse. It was real work to get her talking. I wondered if I would ever get any useful farming information out of her. Hopefully, it was just an extreme shyness around strangers.
That's when Riley pulled her Glock out of the back of her pants and shot Nadia in the forehead. No, not really. But I kept expecting something drastic to happen. There was no way in this fucked up new world that we could all be acting this civilized! Unless maybe, deep down, we all craved the social comforts of times past so much that we let our guards slowly drop to this point. Just thinking about it made me see the softer, more human side of each of our hosts. It encouraged me to want to help these people the same way that I help mine.
When we went to work on the solar power system I didn't hold back. I could've have pretended that there was no way to get their power up and running. But their problem ended up being identical to mine. I followed the same steps that got my solar panels working, fiddling with the inverter settings for nearly a half hour before the lights began to flicker. The cheer that went up through the house from all the occupants was like the sound of castaways spotting a search plane.
I showed John how to read the screen and suggested that they take things slow with electrical usage throughout the house. Let the power build up in the battery before testing your boundaries, I advised. From what I could tell, they should end up with enough power on sunny days to more than operate their refrigeration and lights. During a stretch of rainy or cloudy days, they may have to conserve to keep their food from spoiling.
Shortly thereafter I declared that we would need to return home. The announcem
ent surprised Alexa and Jada slightly, and outright disappointed Camilla and Seiko. Riley, however, gave me the curt nod of approval. It just felt like it was a bad idea to get too close to these people this fast. I kept thinking about movies where dinner guests were having a great time right up until they found out that they couldn't leave. Or someone gets killed.
We left there feeling appreciated with our bellies full. Once we collected our weapons and stepped outside the door, things got real again. Skanks, powerful wild animals, violently inclined humans. We couldn't see any immediately. But we knew what could possibly be waiting for us. We had to go back on high alert while outside. Fortunately, nothing charged us on the short trip back to our house.
After we settled back in and everyone found a comfortable place to lounge around as we digested the biggest meal of our recent lives, Jada pulled me aside. I was delighted to see her speedy return to the personality that I fell in love with. She leaned in close with her tongue pressing the limits of her mouth. Then she whispered to me, "I'm in the mood to fuck your brains out!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
"Sweetie," I said softly as I casually walked up behind my wife. She was busy cleaning the dishes from our second group meal of the day. We had deer burgers and green beans. There were still a couple dozen cans of edible vegetables in the cupboard. They wouldn't last us very long. Now that we had meat, though, the canned food became a small side dish instead of a main course.
Alexa was looking as sexy as the first day I had seen her, there on the asphalt at the old Hollywood Beer and Wine store. Since then she had acquired a wardrobe of more than a dozen outfits. Most of the time she continued to wear the tiny tight shorts that showed off her perky little ass. She had several pair now in a variety of colors. I had this tendency to brush my hand across her lovely butt cheeks many times a day, just in passing. She didn't complain and I figured it was a constant reminder to her that I still found her very desirable.
Occasionally, when I approached her from the rear, I would reach down and caress the perfect shape and smooth skin of her calves and thighs. That was a little more invasive, though. And it also signaled intent. It meant I wanted her body in my bed. And though that was practically always the case, this time I needed to communicate a significantly different message.
"Hmm," she replied, pulling her hair back as she looked over her shoulder at me. Her lips puckered up for a kiss and I happily obliged. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist as I patiently watched her scrub the plates in the sink. Water was much too valuable to be used on dishes, so we kept a bucket of sand and a bottle of dish detergent for the task. After rubbing the dish with a sponge full of the gritty mixture, we'd wipe it clean with a moist towel before placing it back in the cupboard.
"It's good to see Jada back to full health, isn't it?" I whispered into her ear, enjoying her scent. Dystopian girls had a much harder time maintaining a wonderfully fresh aroma. Clothes didn't get cleaned as well. They also did not absorb a fragrance from a washing machine or dryer sheet. The ladies' skin would be a mix of natural body oil, meaning mostly sweat, and whatever lotion that they had not run out of yet. Eventually, the day would come when there would no longer be any products left from the old world to mask our odor. I hoped that would be after my time. Today Alexa had the faint scent of vanilla, an aroma of which I already had a sexual connection.
"Yes, it is," Alexa replied. "She was so miserable. It's nice to see her returning to her old confident self. I believe she has exercised four times today already."
"I know. But something else has returned along with her confidence."
"Oh? What is that?" I often felt like my wife was toying with me. I still didn’t know exactly how her gift worked. Maybe she didn’t either. It was possible that she did not always know what I was thinking. I just had a habit of assuming that she did.
"Hmmm," was all I said in reply. I needed to be careful if I wanted to maintain the best of both worlds, a happy wife and a horny hot lover.
"Oh! Let me guess," Alexa said as she stopped working on the dishes to address the situation. I knew this was the make or break moment. "She's horny?"
"Uh-huh."
"And she wants to fuck my man!"
"Well, you can't blame her," I replied playfully, hoping it was the right tact. I could have answered in surprise. Afterall, it wouldn’t be the first time that Jada and I did the dirty. And, she had already given permission for the sexual relationship.
"You got yourself a little harem going, don't you?"
"Not really." Yes, a harem is certainly what it was beginning to feel like. But bragging about it would rarely be wise.
"Yes, really. And you are loving it."
"It's not really a harem," I responded, "because I only have one wife."
"So, what then? You're a dirty, nasty, cheating player?"
"Umm, no. I guess the harem analogy is more accurate. But still…"
Alexa wiped off her hands and spun around in my arms to face me. Her blouse wasn't buttoned all the way up and I caught a glimpse of her meager but delectable breasts. I lingered long enough to make sure that she caught me looking. There had to be no illusion in her mind about whether or not I still found her remarkably desirable.
"Why are you looking at my titties and touching my ass if it is Jada that you want to bed?"
"Actually, I very much want you both to be happy. And you are my highest priority, of course. If now is not a good time I'll just tell her to go fuck herself. Literally."
"Yeah, she loves it when I tell her that. Of course, the meaning is different when I say it. Honey, I know you want to keep everyone happy. And, I know that you have a real boner for that woman. You do. Don't try to deny it. If I were a man I probably would, too. But we haven't made love for a few days ourselves. How am I supposed to feel about you bedding another woman now?"
"You are right. It's bad timing for us. I'll tell her. It's just that she's been so miserable, like you said, that she could really use it right now. Should I tell her we can do it tomorrow night?"
"I don't know. I'm just feeling like I'm only one of the many now, instead of your precious wife." She gave me her sad puppy face that indicated her pout was not entirely serious. That was a good sign.
"Many?"
"Yeah! I can tell that you desire women in the other clan, you know. You can't hide anything from me. Even though Bianka is clearly not into guys, you still find her very attractive."
"Well, she is. It doesn't mean that I plan to seduce her. I don't intend to seduce anyone for that matter." After fishing around inside the male noggin for this long she should realize that men find women attractive. It happens a lot. And often. When we glance at someone it is only natural for us to take note of their finer qualities. It’s ingrained in us. It doesn’t make us sex fiends.
"Well hell, you don't have to, do you? You're the best looking and most lovable rooster in the hen house. They're pecking at the door for their turn."
"That's not true." Hehe, my mind chuckled.
"I can confirm that neither Nadia or Bianka want to sleep with you."
"Corinne?"
"Yep."
"Little Stella?"
"Her desire is a little more subtle. I get the impression that she would rather have you as her clan leader than John. Eventually that would lead to her wanting to please you sexually. Yes. And I know I shouldn't be telling you this."
"Ling?"
Alexa laughed. "I think so. But that woman is hard to figure out. When I focus on her sometimes, I feel like I'm being transferred to another world. Someplace dark and mystical. It is truly weird. I avoid her emotions as much as I can, like a starship would steer away from a black hole."
"That does sound weird. I would avoid her, too.” I started thinking about what that might mean. Did she have some sort of disorder? Or maybe a new superpower?
"So, you want to fuck Jada tonight?"
"I want to do what you want me to do."
"Uh-huh. Right. Can
you clean up good before you crawl into bed with me? The smell of another woman on you is a constant reminder of the offense."
"The offense?" But sweetie, I’ve done nothing wrong, I added silently.
"And make her wait a while for the next time, will you?"
Success! Navigating this proposal was very challenging. Alexa's ability to read my feelings meant that I couldn't really hide anything from her. But still, I needed to say the right things. Feel the right things. And avoid thinking about Jada's hot body and sexual skills.
Once that task was accomplished, I instantly began to think about Jada’s desire to please me orally last time. Was she as good as Riley on her knees? It was hard to judge. They were just different. Both were amazing. There was no reason to have to compare them.
As I walked away, Alexa said, "You are thinking about her already?" I thought it best not to reply.
I quickly shared the good news with Jada, but we patiently waited for bedtime before heading off. The beautiful dark chocolate hunk of pure sex had some serious bounce in her step the rest of the evening, most notably when going to her room. I waited a couple minutes before following her. There was no need to keep it a secret, but I just didn't feel right making a scene about it.
Jada slammed the door shut behind me, wasting the intention of my casual entrance. A small lamp on the nightstand cast an ambient glow across the room. Her bed was made with the corner pulled back invitingly. Jada was already completely naked, her discarded clothes nowhere in sight.
She grabbed my head, almost violently, as she pulled my lips to hers. My arms wrapped around her tight muscular body immediately. I surely had been fantasizing about this moment for quite a while. It was intoxicating to have her in my arms once again. The worries of the world around me faded as my inebriation took hold.
She pulled her body back enough to hurriedly yank my t-shirt over my head. I lowered my hands to her firm black ass as soon as my hands were free, pulling her groin to mine. The feller in my pants was getting ready for attention quickly. He didn't have to wait long. Once she unfastened my pants, she followed them to the floor, taking me into her mouth abruptly. I gasped. This was all happening very fast, like some unbelievable passionate scene from a movie. I did my best to keep from banging against the door behind me.
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