The Vorare Virus

by Selena Spry

  He heard the apartment door open, then close. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

  “Hey hon’,” Jenny greeted him. She laid her black leather valise on the dining room table as she made her way into the living room.

  “Hey babe,” Zach pulled himself up off the couch and walked over to give her a kiss.

  “Ugh…what a day,” Jenny said as they plopped down on the sofa together. “Sorry I’m so late.”

  Zach just shrugged. He was used to it by now.

  “I got stuck in the office with some last minute crap they dumped on me, and then traffic on the Eisenhower was absolutely horrendous. It was like a parking lot almost all the way to Mannheim Road,” she continued her explanation. Zach was only half listening, having heard the same story so many times he could almost recite it by heart.

  It wasn’t that he didn’t believe his fiancé; he just didn’t care any more. Things were the same, day in and day out. It was all so routine now – so boring. He missed the old days. They were only in their mid-20s and not even married. If things were like this now, what would it be like in 10 or 20 years?

  Jenny had wrapped up her nightly review as to why she couldn’t get home at a reasonable hour and had moved to the bedroom to change.

  “Friday night…and this is it,” Zach mumbled to himself.

  “What, hon’?” Jen called from the bedroom of their tiny apartment.

  “Nothing,” Zach called back.

  She was back a minute later wearing one of his T-shirts. It barely covered a light blue pair of cotton, boy-cut panties.

  She knew exactly what she was doing. It was her way of making up for being late. She realized that this outfit turned Zach on far more than the sexiest lingerie she could buy. He was funny like that. It wasn’t the steaming-hot sex stuff that got him going. More often than not, the simple, seemingly harmless and innocently sweet outfits were what really got his motor running.

  It’d been this way since they’d met in high school. While they were just six months apart in age, Jen had been a year behind Zach in school. She had lived just a few doors down from him, and unbeknownst to Zach, she had kept a hopefully watchful eye on him since her family had relocated for her freshman year. She saw her chance for an introduction one day during her sophomore year when Zach and a couple of his friends were playing basketball outside his house. She had brought them lemonade as an introduction. And the way Zach now told the story of their meeting to friends, family, and colleagues, that was the moment he knew Jen was the one. That simple act was all it took for him to know that she was marrying material…well, that and the fact that she’d been the most amazing creature he’d ever laid eyes on. And her five foot six, 125-pound body had changed little since they’d met in high school. She matched well with his sturdy, six foot one frame that supported a still trim 180 pounds.

  But Jenny wasn’t so quick to jump on the marriage bandwagon. While she definitely loved Zach, both body and soul, she felt that they were still a little young – and far too busy – for such a commitment. But it was impossible to deny that their relationship had managed to stand the test of time and some formidable challenges along the way. It had somehow even survived the rigors of a long-distance relationship when Zach had left to attend Indiana University while Jenny went to Illinois. They came back together after graduating, settling in Chicago. But now their careers were testing the bonds of their relationship far more than distance or time ever had.

  Zach had taken a job as an accountant for a tax firm, where, other than tax season, his hours were set. Jenny, on the other hand, had taken a position as a consultant with an advertising agency where the schedule was anything but set. She traveled a lot, had weird hours, and regular time off was far from guaranteed.

  Still, Zach was doing his best to suck it up and be supportive of her career choice in hopes that things would settle down once Jen reached a higher level within the firm. He realized that they had to pay their dues and put their time in now for things to pay off down the road. Still, it was a strain on their relationship, and lately, he’d been looking (often unsuccessfully) for ways to throw a little spice back into their lives. Things used to be so hot all the time. Now they’d cooled to a slow simmer…a very slow simmer.

  Work was interfering. Half the time, during the few hours they were actually home together, they were both exhausted. And even if the body was willing, the mind often wasn’t, and vice versa. That’s what Zach was chalking the lull in their sex life up to…what he hoped it was at least.

  “Whatcha watchin’?” Jenny asked casually as she lay down on the couch lengthwise across Zach’s lap. She rested her head on a nearby throw pillow, turned so that she could see the television.

  “Just the news,” he mumbled, still half asleep. “Something about a frat house that’s under investigation for reported sex attacks against multiple girls. I guess they arrested some of the fraternity members. But they had to transfer them to a hospital after they starting acting all weird while being held for questioning.”

  “Hmm,” Jenny responded, uninterested.

  Zach absentmindedly stroked her long blonde hair that was almost the same shade as his.

  “Mmm…feels good,” she moaned softly, rolling her neck to one side so that he could reach a new spot.

  Zach looked down at the T-shirt Jen was wearing. It was one of his old Cubs shirts that was a favorite of hers to steal. It was well worn and very soft. He let his eyes drift to where the shirt ended, revealing an inch or two of blue cotton that stopped just below the base of Jen’s cutely rounded rear.

  His eyes kept moving, slowly following Jen’s long, shapely legs that lay stretched before him. They still bore the brownish hue acquired in their only chance to break away from the monotony in the last year – a long weekend spent in Aruba a month ago.

  He slid his free hand down along her left leg. He paused to massage the back of her tight, silky-soft calf. Then he moved his hand back up, taking the inside lane this time, until he reached the crux of her ass. There he squeezed a tight handful of buttock.

  “Mmmmmm…” she moaned deeper, longer this time. “So nice.” She arched her back, raising her butt slightly, almost imperceptibly toward him. The action drove her midsection ever so slightly down onto his crotch that she could feel gradually firming beneath her.

  Suddenly, Zach was awake. Gone was his prior drowsiness. Somehow, when the stars aligned at home and they were both on the same page, the same magic they’d felt as teenagers was there again.

  He moved the T-shirt halfway up her back and slid his fingers beneath the elastic waistband of her boy-shorts. Pulling them down, he revealed Jen’s milky-white rear that stood in sharp contrast to her sun-darkened legs. The tan line from her bikini had etched a pale V-shape into her smooth skin. He traced it with a finger before massaging her bare bottom. At the same time, he felt her hand reach down and find him beneath her, fumbling through his pajamas for a moment before grasping his hardness and beginning to tug at it with a hand.

  The longing in that pull invigorated him. It was as though Jen was vouching for his manhood, ensuring that it remained hers, doing her best to keep it from other women who might try to claim it for themselves. That grasp was telling him all he needed to know…that he was hers and hers alone.

  He slid his hand along the curvature of her ass and then around its base and down in between her legs to find her soft and already well-moistened center. He used his fingers to spread her lips, and then continued his massage, eventually sliding two fingers up inside her. He felt the warm, wet reward of his efforts as she began to rock in tandem with the movement of his fingers.

  Soon her face was buried in the throw pillow on which her head rested to muffle her moans. Her grip on Zach’s girth had tightened, and her tugs matched the force and movement of his own two fingers.

  Both of them were getting close, and they knew it. Jen raised up off Zach and moved forward, releasing her grip on him while at the same time twisting herself aw
ay to make room inside her for something far more fulfilling than just fingers.

  She stood, ripping the boy-shorts off and tossing them on the floor. She left the T-shirt on, hiking it up around her waist as she centered herself over Zach. She didn’t even bother to remove his pajama bottoms. There was no need. There was more than enough of Zach to reach her. She found his hardened rod and guided him up into her, all the while, eyeing his abs hungrily.

  She’d always loved Zach’s abs. And while they were slowly beginning to fade into tax-accountant oblivion, they still made her crazy – rippled rows of muscles below nicely rounded pecs…she loved every ounce of that body.

  As she settled atop him, they both slowed their movements, savoring those first sensations – him filling, her being filled. Each subconsciously recalled their first time together – their first time with anyone – and its incredibly life-altering effects.

  Zach reached around behind Jenny, using a hand to pull the T-shirt back tight against her chest. It form-fitted itself against the perkiness of her breasts, her small, yet hardened nipples outlined in full, threatening to poke through the threadbare fabric.

  She rode atop him like that for several minutes as he pressed ever deeper inside her. He leaned forward to take a breast in his mouth, licking at it through the T-shirt. The moisture from his sucking gradually turned the fabric a darker shade of blue. He tongued the outline of her nipple with hard flickers that threatened to make her cry out loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

  Zach didn’t care. Her pleas of passion only made him work harder.

  He kept at her, driving himself deep into her hot hole. Her friction-reducing wetness sustained him as they collided with “fwopping” sounds that made both of them hot. Zach’s thrusts grew in intensity, part of his enthusiasm a release of frustration, another part pure love for his woman.

  Their eyes locked, their faces intense, flushed, tightening with contortions of pleasure.

  Finally, Zach pulled Jen down tight against him and released inside her with several loud groans and finally a deep sigh.

  She stayed there for a minute after, allowing him to savor the moment. She watched him, his eyes closed, his breathing deep and heavy. He swallowed hard and sighed again.

  Milky whiteness leaked from around his rod as he remained inside her. Eventually, she moved so that he slid from within. As she stood, more of his seed spilled from inside her.

  “Oops!” she looked down, surprised and somewhat in awe. “Looks like we need a cleanup on aisle seven,” she smirked, pulling the T-shirt up over her head and using it to mop up.

  “Yeah,” Zach breathed heavily, still in a sex-enhanced trance. “Sorry…it’s been too long.”

  “No need to apologize. Just glad I still have that effect on you,” she gave him double-raised eyebrows. Then she handed him the T-shirt to continue tidying up.

  He watched Jen while he worked as she walked to the bathroom, her naked body swaying sexily as she moved. That walk of hers; it was almost like a model working the runway, but for Jen, it was just the way she walked. It was something else he’d always found irresistible about her. Just add it to the list, he thought, smiling to himself.

  While the sex may not have been anything wild, dark or dirty, it was an affirmation of the staying power of their relationship. The passion was still there. Like an occasional joyride in a cherished vintage vehicle, while they might not have had time for taking regularly spins, when they did, it was well worth the wait.

  Chapter 4

  Rob was exhausted after his shift. People seemed to think bartending was a never-ending party. Well, for the people enjoying the drinks he served, maybe it was, but for him, it was just a job. Sure, it had its benefits, like getting to look at hot girls, meeting interesting people, getting good tips, and working decent hours, but the older he got, the less those benefits piqued his interest. And tonight had been a real doozie.

  He looked at his watch – 9:47 p.m. Wendy would be home soon.

  As he swam a lap to cool down from a train ride home in Chicago’s mid-August heat, he counted himself lucky that he had a pool. It was an amenity that many Chicago homes were missing. Having grown up in Florida had bred in him a need to swim no matter where he lived. But Florida living had bred something else in him – a hot streak for woman that came from south of the Mexican border.

  This was why he’d hooked up with Wendy.

  Wendy was originally from Brazil. She had come to the United States for school. After two years of coursework, though, she had found her part-time job waiting tables at an upscale restaurant in downtown Chicago just as lucrative as about any job her communications degree might land her…so she’d gone with it.

  The two had met one night when she was out with friends on a pub crawl and had come to the bar that Rob was tending. Rob had been love struck the minute he’d laid eyes on Wendy. Squeezed into a black, one-piece miniskirt, he couldn’t tear his eyes from that bubbalicious Brazilian booty. When he finally did, his eyes lingered on her full and voluptuous five foot three, 140-pound body that some might call “thick” but that Rob called “perfect”.

  At five foot nine himself, Rob really didn’t want a tall girl, and he loved enough meat on a woman for plenty of squeezin’ and pleasin’ – and Wendy had grab-holds aplenty. In fact, in Rob’s opinion, she could afford to gain a few more pounds. But that was a slippery slope. Bring up weight with a woman, even if you wanted her to pack it on, and things could fall apart fast. She might think he was trying to pull some sort of reverse psychology and take the prodding as a veiled insult. No, he’d just leave the subject alone. But he certainly wouldn’t be supporting any efforts at dieting nor would he dismiss her desire for an occasional extra dessert. There were ways for Rob to get what he wanted without Wendy ever being the wiser.

  As he floated around the pool, he heard a car pull up in the driveway. A few minutes later, the back door to their house opened and then banged shut, and he saw his precious Wendy.

  “Hey babe,” she sauntered up close to the pool’s edge.

  “What’s up, beautiful?” Rob grinned, glad to see his dream girl safely back home.

  “Ugh…long night…as usual,” she moved away to plop herself tiredly on a lounge chair beside the pool. She kicked off her shoes.

  Rob eyed her hungrily.

  She looked so fucking good, even in the black pants and white button-up blouse her work required.

  She reached back and unbound her sandy-brown hair from where it was bound into a ponytail. It fell around her shoulders, revealing streaks of blonde highlights. It framed the toasted-almond skin of her face and her piercing green eyes.

  “You’re telling me,” Rob chuckled as he swam to grab hold of the pool’s edge. “Why don’t you come in and I’ll tell you about my wild night?” he gestured to the cool waters in which he floated.

  Wendy sighed. Her shoulders slumped. “I don’t feel like putting my suit on.”

  “Then don’t,” Rob grinned. “It’s dark out…most of you will be under water.”

  She gave him a look and then pulled gently at the front of her blouse, using it to fan herself. “Uh, it’s so hot out tonight.”

  “It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity,” Rob clarified.

  Wendy moved to the edge of the lounge chair and shed her socks.

  “Well that’s a step in the right direction,” Rob smiled.

  She rolled her pants up to the knee. “I’ll just dip my feet.”

  Now it was Rob’s shoulders that sagged.

  “So what happened at work that was so bad?” Wendy asked. Her pant legs rolled, she walked over and sat down at the pool’s edge next to Rob.

  “It wasn’t that it was bad…at least for me…just…weird, I guess,” Rob explained. “It didn’t really have anything to do with me, but this guy came in to the bar. I noticed him because he was just kind of hanging around like a weirdo. He didn’t even order a drink. He was just standing there staring at people. Anyway, he
went on like that for a couple minutes, and I got busy filling some drink orders. When I looked back to where he’d been standing, he was gone.”

  Wendy disinterestedly splashed her feet gently in the pool. Rob moved to take one in his hands and began massaging it while he finished his story.

  “Ohhhhhh…” Wendy moaned, her head tilting back in delight. Intense waves of pleasure accompanied his squeeze. She relished the relief that came with his touch after being on her feet all night.

  Rob loved Wendy’s feet – petite and amazingly soft considering her line of work, with cute, short little toes. He called them his “punkin’” toes.

  “So about ten minutes later, there’s all this commotion near the restrooms and this oddball I’d noticed earlier comes charging out,” Rob continued. “He attacks a woman sitting at the bar. I mean, she was just sitting there minding her own business, and he pulls her off the chair, throws her on the floor, and goes after her neck like some kind of bloodthirsty vampire.”

  “My god,” Wendy gasped, and then rolled her eyes in delight as Rob squeezed her foot in both hands. “Uh…you are the best at this,” she squirmed her foot in Rob’s hands.

  Rob smiled. “Anyway, the two guys on either side of where the woman had been sitting tried to help her, but it was like this crazy dude was on some kind of drug or something. He hit one guy, and he shoved the other one away. It was like he was Superman or something. By the time Chuck, our bouncer, finally got there, the two other dudes had finally gotten the crazy guy off the woman, but not after he’d bitten her neck up really bad. It was terrible. Blood was everywhere and it pretty much ended what was looking like a good tip night for me. Chuck’s arm ended up getting bitten pretty bad too, and the crazy dude managed to bite one of the other guys who was trying to help.”

  Rob shook his head. “It was wild. I don’t know what that dude was on, like meth or crack or some sort of new drug or something, but if that’s the new thing, people had better watch out…these nuts are dangerous! I mean, I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.” He took a deep breath. “What’s this world coming to?”