Dystopian Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  The man’s body had a variety of cuts and scrapes. His capture may have been necessarily more violent than the skanks. I could hear his rough voice complain about the heat of the hood, begging the five army girls there to pull it off.

  "No way, Jose," one of them replied. "We ain't taking a chance on you flashing us those sparkly emerald eyes. Just stay put until Moe gets here. He'll know what to do with you."

  Apparently, this guy had mutated green eyes like the wolf that mesmerized the skanks a few days ago when we were trapped in that house with our wagon on the porch. He must be able to put people in a trance by just looking at them. Reluctance to remove the hood was understandable.

  "We ought to just kill these mutants," another one said. "I don't see why we take a chance. You remember what that sparker did to Latisha? Nope, that ain’t gonna happen be me.”

  "It's Moe's call," the first one answered.

  "I think those sneakers might fit me," another of the girls said, causing the whole group to laugh.

  I wished there was something I could do to help the poor guy. I considered the possibility of rescuing him, but all five girls held rifles or handguns. Even if I could dodge a thousand bullets, I wasn't willing to take a chance on Alexa or Jada getting shot. The best chance would be getting the guy's hood off so he could keep at least keep some of them from shooting in the first place. Both my girls were dead set against that plan, even though Alexa could feel his fear and sorrow. Before I could come up with a more desirable proposal, several more of the militaristic people showed up. I assumed the lone male was Moe. He dismissed the original five girls causing them to go back on a search through the neighborhood. That was bad news. We had to go.

  We darted back the way we came before any of them headed our way. It took us a while, mostly due to my extreme caution, to arrive back at our place. Luckily, the store was undisturbed and free of intruders nearby. Once back inside we all sat at the table to discuss what we had seen and possible actions we could take. Though we were all softhearted toward those that had been caught, we believed it more important for us to avoid the same fate ourselves than try to rescue them. When Jada went for her afternoon workout Alexa and I remained at the table to talk more privately.

  “How can she think about exercise at a time like this?” Alexa asked.

  “I think that’s how she deals with stress,” I answered.

  "I'm scared," Alexa said.

  "I know. I am, too."

  "No," she said. "Not like that. I mean, I’m worried about what is happening out there on the streets, but I’m confident that you will get us through it. What I'm talking about is being scared of losing you to Jada."

  "I already swore that I wouldn't let that happen."

  "I know, I know," she replied. "But I can tell how attracted you are to her, and I can't blame you. The woman is smoking hot. Her confidence in her abilities assures me that she would be a much better lover than me. I'm scared that I can't compete with her."

  "You don't have to compete with her."

  "Eventually I will. If the three of us stay together, you two will end up having sex. It's inevitable. I've almost come to terms with it. But not only will she want sex more than I will, she'll also be a lot better at it. No matter how much love you have in your heart for me, I will lose you to her if I don't make some changes."

  "What kind of changes," I asked instead of challenging her assumptions.

  "I'll have to get a lot better at sex, for one thing. Getting comfortable making love again after all this time will be essential. And, I have to be first."

  "What do you mean first?"

  "I need to make love to you before she does. If I'm second, I'll lose you. I know it."

  "No, I..."

  "Stop, Mason. I know that you believe that you will be able to control yourself. But when you can't, you will blame yourself. And I will blame Jada. Then our relationship will be a mess. I desperately want to avoid that. So, I say that we should make love tonight. And soon again after that. Let me get my confidence up before we allow anything else to happen."

  "I can't say that I agree with everything that you have said, but I am definitely looking forward to tonight. Love you Lexie," I said, then kissed her on the forward before leaving the table.

  "Love you, too, Mason."

  Alexa then started working on what we should have for dinner while I went topside for another look around. Things were pretty much the same at that point. There were a few skanks hanging around the church still. I remember the militia girls calling them "rottens." So, they also understood that these weaker individuals were not zombies. It probably wouldn't be long before they decide to raid that sanctuary and take captive any of them that could be put to work.

  I joined Jada for some exercise and made a concerted effort to avoid checking out her body as she moved through various work out positions. The physical activity pumped blood through my brain and helped me think clearer about our possible options for dealing with the current crisis.

  When I started tiring out, I announced that I was ready for more deflection practice. Jada had used the paint that she acquired earlier to make some targets on the wall. I worked on tossing various projectiles into the air, then sending them at the bullseye. My aim and velocity were steadily improving. I continued to practice when Jada went to get cleaned up for dinner.

  A few minutes later the dark-skinned beauty reentered the main room wearing a casual dress that caught me totally by surprise. It wasn't as tight as her normal attire but showed some cleavage and only dropped down to mid-thigh. The flowery pattern did not seem like her style to me, but none of us had an extensive or selective wardrobe these days. This garment had been taken from the house where we had been trapped for s short time by the wild dogs versus skanks experience.

  Draped over Jada’s arm was another dress. This one was light blue. I watched as she completely ignored my uncontrollable stare and headed for the kitchen area. The sight of her in the dress was nice, but I had just seen her completely naked earlier in the day. Perhaps the sexy woman would not be as distracting since that encounter. I had hoped, but here I was with my tongue practically hanging out of my mouth.

  I paused my routine of kinetically shooting debris at the wall so I could clearly see what Jada was going to do. The girls talked quietly so I couldn't overhear most of the words. I didn't need to, though. I watched as Jada displayed herself for Alexa to see. My girlfriend obviously complimented her sufficiently. Then Jada showed Alexa the dress that she picked out for her. My girl was apparently very pleased. They talked some more, some of it looking to be quite serious. There may have been an apology on both sides. And there were probably some tears based on their sad expressions. Then they hugged each other. The embrace lasted a long time, like when my mother used to comfort me as a child. When they finally broke it up, they continued to hold each other at arms-length to communicate some more. A little while later came another embrace.

  I stood there observing the whole scene like it was an emotional moment in my favorite television show. The two characters that I cared most about were pouring their hearts out. Only I couldn't hear the words. I was essentially watching a silent movie, trying not to miss any nuance.

  The second hug didn't last as long, but they didn't pull away when it was done. It looked like Jada wanted to hold Alexa close. Then it happened. She kissed my girlfriend on the lips. I was surprised, but not as aroused as I expected to be. The smooch was not the passionate kiss that I may have been fantasizing about. It was a gentle peck, followed by eye contact, resembling something you might give a family member in an emotional time.

  When Jada turned to leave, Alexa pivoted my way to see me watching. She smiled and waved, holding the blue dress with one hand and wiping tears from her eyes with the other. I waved back and she laughed. Surprisingly, Jada didn't look my way at all. She went straight to where we kept the dishes and began setting the table for dinner. In the process she grabbed two bottles of wine that Alexa
had set aside earlier, and a six pack of wheat beer that had become my preferred brew for consumption at room temperature. I wondered if the day would ever come when I could once again drink a nice cold beer.

  After I got myself cleaned up, I took over kitchen duties which were at the point of transporting the food to the table. Then, Alexa went to get bathed and dressed. No doubt she was going to put on the dress that Jada had picked out for her. I looked forward to seeing her in it. I myself, did not have anything fancy to wear, but I did put on a clean buttoned-down shirt. It was a little tight in the shoulders, but it would be adequate for dining. I wasn’t going dancing or shooting pool.

  "So, what was all that about?" I asked Jada as we eventually waited at the table for our third member to arrive. She knew that I was talking about the emotional exchange between the two of them in the kitchen. We were seated in our normal arrangement. The table had two chairs on each side and I typically sat on one side with Alexa, facing Jada directly across from me.

  "Girl talk," she answered simply.

  "That's it?" I asked. "I believe I saw some hugs, maybe a few tears. And was there a kiss?"

  "Enjoy that, did you?"

  "Truthfully," I replied. "I enjoyed watching you two get along. And, by the way, you look very nice in your dress."

  "Thank you, Mason. You are very handsome in that shirt. And thank you for shaving. Neither Alexa or I were fond of the that scruffy beard that you had started."

  "Scruffy?"

  "Yes, scruffy."

  Then Alexa entered the room. Oh my God. I didn't think the slender blue-eyed blond could look any more beautiful. I was wrong. The simple light blue dress didn't fit her perfectly, but it was a delightful change from her normal more casual attire. She wore no jewelry. In the old world I would have vowed to change that, get her a nice necklace and earrings to accent the look. A glittery pair of sandals did adorn her tiny feet. There was no polish on her toes, or fingernails for that matter. Still, she was quite a sight. Her long blond hair was pulled back with some kind of clip that kept the sides of her lovely face exposed while sheeting her straight hair down the back.

  "Alexa," I said as I approached her, nearly knocking over my chair. I could see how much she was seeking approval in my eyes. Her face briefly flashed blue as she picked up my emotions unnaturally. I knew that she couldn't help it. The extra sense was simply a part of who she was. Of course, I had nothing to hide. "You look stunning."

  "Really?" she asked sincerely, even though she knew how I felt. Her lack of confidence simply kept her from quickly accepting the compliment.

  I pulled her close and planted a passionate kiss on her lips. It was more than you would normally do in front of others, but not enough to get her to wrap her leg around me. I fully expected Jada to tell us to get a room, but she enduringly stayed quiet during the exchange. I held Alexa back enough to get another look at her. The dress hung straight down, not accentuating her curves sufficiently in my opinion, to end about mid-calf on her cleanly shaved smooth legs. The neck line was too high to show any cleavage from her modest breasts, but I could clearly see her nipples poking against the soft fabric. She obviously was not wearing a bra. I couldn't make out any panty lines, either, though that was harder to tell. The thought of her naked body under the thin blue material was getting me very excited for what to expect later.

  Instead of following me to her customary chair, Alexa went around to the other side of the table to hug Jada once again. Our friend complimented her appearance as well, then they both sat down for dinner. The mood was great as we forgot about our worries for a while. We pretended like we were all out at a fancy restaurant, taking turns describing our preferences.

  Jada longed for a penthouse patio view of the city, with all the lights of activity glittering in the darkness. We would all be in formal wear, deck out with fine jewelry. Violins playing in the background, the chime of champagne glasses being tapped gently together. Then she said we would systematically view everyone in the fancy restaurant one table at a time and guess what they were there celebrating.

  Alexa preferred a beach deck with umbrellas protecting her delicate skin from the blistering sun, as calypso music played in the background with steel drums. Her sandals on the floor beneath a counter height table as her sandy toes rested on a rung of my chair. She wanted wide glass cocktails with their own little umbrellas, and appetizers with toothpicks in them. The sound of the waves would roll in as we reminisced about our experiences together. She made a point of saying that I would be shirtless, it was a beach bar after all. Jada made a fake coughing sound instead of verbally announcing her agreement with that part of the scenario.

  When it was my turn, I told them that any restaurant would be fine with me, as long as I was with the two of them. When they forced me to choose, I described a castle setting in the mountains overlooking green hills with a dark blue sea in the distance. Bagpipes would play as we all three danced like gypsies and sipped disgusting mead from wooden cups. Though neither of them fancied my choice, they enjoyed envisioning the scene that I painted for them.

  I managed to drink all six beers over the course of about three hours, as we sat and talked about our favorite vacation spots after dinner. I had a good buzz going on, but I was far from drunk. Jada drank most of the bottle of red wine and was getting a little wild, but Alexa went easy on the blush beverage. I caught her glancing my way each time she took a tiny sip. I believed she was determined to stay focused for our evening rendezvous between the sheets. I was grateful.

  After cleaning the table, we decided it was time for all of us to go to bed instead of playing card games like we had earlier considered. Before Jada headed to her section, she gave us each a firm hug and a kiss on the lips. "You two have fun," she said as she walked away. I began to wonder if Alexa had shared her plans for tonight. After Jada's kiss, which was just a brief reminder of our moment of almost passion in the house next door, I glanced at Alexa to get her reaction. Happily, she just laughed and shook her head.

  Earlier in the day I had installed a curtain rod system around our sleeping area for privacy. If we stayed there in the old beer store, we'd eventually have to get nicer curtains than the green tarps I currently had hanging from the metal poles. Once behind the barrier I pulled Alexa close to my body and kissed her, softly at first. Then, each kiss became longer and more passionate until we found ourselves melting onto the sheets below. I caressed her shapely body all over as we continued to explore each other's mouths. My gentle hands found her firm modest breasts. She did not resist, so I explored lower to grip her ass, pulling her against me. Again, she responded favorably. This was going to happen. Finally.

  "Take it off," she whispered into my ear. Assuming she was referring to her dress I eagerly obliged, pulling it carefully over her head to expose her nude form with all the appropriate areas cleanly shaved. I was so excited to begin kissing her body that I didn't even remove any of my clothes. She lied there groaning as I kissed and licked her body all over, quickly bringing her to a climax that had her screaming profanity. Though a little shocking, I thoroughly enjoyed her display of extreme pleasure. Instead of worrying about the noise drawing attention from people outside the building, I expected Jada to show up to see if her friend was okay. Thankfully, the other woman left us alone, though it was possible that she was on the other side of the tarps listening to the whole thing. I didn't care. I was enjoying my time with the love of my life, and nothing was going to interrupt us.

  As Alexa recovered from her orgasm, I removed my clothes. When she made like she was going to return the favor, I pulled her mouth back up to mine. "I need to..." she said into my mouth as she tugged on my erection. "No, you don't," I replied. "Not this time." I lowered her onto her back and continued to kiss her softly on her neck and face. I guided her as best as I could through a traditional sexual experience that had her moaning and screaming two more times before I couldn't go any more.

  She quickly fell asleep in my arms, exhau
sted. I watched her angelic face as each slight glimmer of blue on her skin was followed by a smile. I was not an experienced lover by any means. However, my growing affection for Alexa, and deep desire to please her had served me well, I thought. I was worried before that the sexual experience would remind her of some bad instance in her past. Instead, she gave herself over to my control without hesitation. I was more than happy with the results. I was also glad that she could now have the confidence associated with successful love-making. I got the distinct impression that she was worried whether or not I would enjoy it. All things considered it was possibly the best experience of my life. And I would never forget it.

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