The Shift: Scenes from the Year Humanity Lost Sex

by Zoe S. Figueroa

  “Ready?”

  “Just one more second,” Jessie said and made one last effort to relax as much as possible. She let out one last, long breath. “Okay, go ahead.”

  Roselyn grabbed the tip and aligned it with Jessie. She pushed forward slowly with a subtle wave up and down to find the best angle. Nothing gave. She pressed the slightest bit harder. Still nothing. Another shade harder still.

  “Am I close?”

  “Yeah, just a little harder. I’m fine, don’t worry.”

  Roselyn let herself believe her. She increased the pressure by the slimmest margin and pushed through. Jessie gasped.

  “Are you okay!?” Roselyn asked.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s okay, it feels great.”

  She kept pressing forward, her eyes locked on Jessie’s face for any sign of discomfort. She didn’t find any. Jessie’s eyes were closed and her mouth was open, her bottom lip flexing with every inch Roselyn thrust into her. Every time she met resistance she drew out a hair only to push ahead again with a smother passage.

  At last Roselyn’s pelvis met Jessie’s behind. Her eyes shot open.

  “Oh my god, I took the whole thing!?”

  “Yep. You’re okay?”

  “Fuck, I’m better than okay! This feels amazing! You’re so goddamn huge! I’ve never felt these parts of me before!”

  Roselyn drew an unsteady inch out and pressed back in. Jessie’s eyes rolled back.

  “Oh guuu-aaaaawd!” she moaned.

  She pulled out again and pressed in again. Then again. Then again.

  Jessie squirmed and tossed with each thrust. Her neck arched and her back clenched.

  “Oh fuck, fuck me Roselyn! Fuck me harder!”

  She obeyed.

  Each thrust grew longer as Roselyn withdrew more and more. The lube and Jessie’s wetness paved the way for greater motion and friction. What was once constricting became soft and yielding.

  Roselyn pumped harder and faster. Her cock screamed out in satisfaction. It wanted this. It wanted this all year so badly and only once had it been satiated. It needed to be held and caressed and enveloped as only Jessie could. The fire that burned thirteen times this year was quenched at last.

  “Jessie feels so damn good,” Roselyn breathed, “Her pussy’s so fucking hot.”

  “It’s for you!” Jessie moaned, “It’s for Roselyn! I’m yours! Take me, take me, take me!”

  She leaned forward and felt her nipples brush against Jessie’s skin each time they swung past her. Jolts of energy leapt from them to the rest of her body throwing fuel on what was already a raging blaze.

  Roselyn shifted back up, pulling herself to her knees. She gripped Jessie’s penis and stroked in time with her thrusts.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes! Oh fuck, yes!”

  “Are you gonna come for me?”

  “Yes! God I want Roselyn to make me come so bad!”

  She grabbed Jessie’s shoulder and pulled her forward, compressing her on every thrust. Jessie wrapped her legs around Roselyn’s back and pulled her even closer.

  Roselyn felt it building. The feeling she’d only achieved once before. It felt like all the blood and heat in her body was funneling to the base of her cock. Almost like the totality of her nervous system was congregating into one mass. Just a few more thrusts and it would be hers.

  Her neck snapped back whipping her hair in a long arc as she screamed. A enormous bolt surged out of her as a massive load shot out of her cock. Jessie followed as her passion spilled out on her body. Roselyn collapsed onto her and withdrew her finally-satiated shaft from Jessie.

  Heavy breathing almost as loud as the sounds of their passion filled the room for almost a minute. Eventually Roselyn rolled off to the side and produced a cloth to clean up the two of them.

  “Do you want me to get the blanket?” she asked as she wiped off herself and Jessie.

  “No, I’m plenty warm as it is.”

  “Same,” Roselyn said and tossed the towel in the pile on the floor.

  They filled their lungs with more oxygen.

  “So, how many more nights of packing do you have?” Roselyn asked.

  “Two. I woke up smooth this morning.”

  “Man, you’re kinda pushing it calling yourself a werewolf.”

  “Yeah, but it sounds cooler.”

  “I’ve got one more night myself. Want to try this again?”

  “Yeah, sure. Might as well take advantage of the weekend. Let’s do it at my place. Get my sheets dirty this time.”

  Roselyn would have laughed if she had the breath.

  “And I’m, um, still looking a date for a New Year’s party I’m going to,” Jessie confessed, “If you’re interested.”

  “That sounds great. I think it’d be nice to be with someone on the anniversary of all this.”

  They held hands.

  “Me too.”