“She’d lock a thirteen-year-old, an eleven-year-old, a ten-year-old, and a three-year-old out of the house?” Evan asked, incredulously.
“Yeah, that’s my Aunt Lynn for you. Anyway, she’d always leave a snack for us on the patio table. Except, it was never enough for all four of us. Like, once it was a single peeled orange. And trust me, we fought to the death over those orange slices.”
By this point, Evan was unable to contain his laughter and Jeanette had to shush him before she could continue.
“Naturally, those were some long, hungry afternoons. Eventually, Cade got this idea. As the man of the group, he felt the need to feed me and his sisters. They had a freezer with extra food out in the garage. So, before she’d lock us out of the house, he’d sneak into the garage, snatch a few of these frozen pretzels that were filled with cream cheese, and then he’d stick them under this bush in the side yard.”
“Wait,” said Evan, holding up a finger, “why would he put them under a bush?”
Jeanette shrugged. “He swore that the bush would cook them. I don’t know, Evan. We were young. So, as soon as we were locked out, we’d run over to the bush and feast on these soggy, half-frozen pretzels.”
“That sounds kind of awful, Jen.”
Smiling, she said, “Actually, it really wasn’t. Those are some of my favorite memories as a kid. I mean, the only time you’ll ever be happy stuck outside, eating uncooked food, is when you’re young, right?”
After a moment of thought, he said, “That’s definitely one way to look at it. I like hearing about your life before.”
Evan looked down at her, and felt a smile playing across his lips. God, she was beautiful. He moved his hand from her hair to caress the side of her face. Her skin was so soft, he had forgotten how delicate a girl could feel. At that moment, Jeanette snaked her arm up and pulled him by the collar of his shirt. He leaned down, and she met him in the middle. The kiss was ardent and their teeth actually knocked together when they first made contact, but it wasn’t enough for either one to stop. Evan slid his tongue along her lower lip, and then sucked it into his mouth to nip at it gently with his teeth. Tightening her hold on his collar, Jeanette pulled herself up farther into the kiss.
Shifting his body, he slid out from under her, leaving her lying alone on the couch. He kicked off his shoes and then lay across her, resuming where they had left off. With swift fingers he unbuttoned her shirt and pushed the cloth to either side. Her breasts were fleshy white, pressed up against the black lace cups of her low-cut bra. In the back of his mind, he realized that his previous guess about her being a naturally curvy woman was correct. She may have thinned out from weeks of mostly vegetables, but her soft mounds told the tale of her past life. With eager hands he pulled down the cups to reveal her erect nipples. Lowering his head, he sucked one into his mouth and moved his fingertips across the other. Then he kissed his way across her chest to the other nipple and let his tongue swirl around that one, leaving the first.
Jeanette released a slow, quiet moan. “Oh my God,” she said. “That feels good.”
He lifted his head as his fingers gave light pinches. “You like my mouth on you?”
She groaned her enjoyment, not having to answer with spoken words, so he returned to his delightful task. As he licked and nipped at her breasts, he lifted her skirt up to her waist and then started to tug her silky panties down her legs. When they were off, Evan kissed circles around her breasts and then moved his way down the pliable flesh of her creamy stomach and down one thigh. From there he slid his way to her pussy. Sensing her wetness, he slipped one finger along her slit and then let it sink into her. Jeanette’s eyes closed and her head pressed harder into the sofa cushion. He began to kiss her there, moving his lips along her swollen clit until her breathing came faster and faster. His tongue swirled and stroked, and his face was soaked with her juices. With her legs tensing around him, Evan continued his motions, quickening and slowing his pace to tease her.
Jeanette’s breath began to come in audible gasps and he could feel her shaking around him. Then, she cried, “Oh god.” All movement ceased as she stretched her limbs and then stood up.
“Come on,” she said, beckoning him to follow her.
They went down the hall to her bedroom, or rather, the bedroom she had claimed for herself in the house that truly belonged to neither of them. She shook off her shirt, which was still hanging open, and then wrapped her arms around his neck and continued their kiss. His hands moved from her waist, up her stomach, and then around to her back where he began to undo the hooks of her bra. After he accomplished this, she tugged at the bottom of his shirt, so he lifted his arms for it to be removed. They then resumed their kisses, bare chest to bare breasts.
Their movements had not lost any of the initial urgency. Each squeeze, each kiss was backed by a fire that could only come from having thought you were the last person on Earth, and then discovering that you were wrong. That there was hope, after all. Evan felt his cock straining uncomfortably against his jeans. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been with a woman. The time since everyone had gone seemed like another life, one in which he had never enjoyed the smooth flesh of another’s body. Without taking her mouth off him, she unbuttoned his jeans and he let them drop to the floor. Once they were both undressed, he pushed her firmly but gently onto the bed and climbed on top of her, as they began kissing once again. Their warm bodies ground against each other and his stiff cock slid from her pussy to her stomach in a delicious repetitive motion. A trail of pre-cum glistened on her skin and provided the lubricant he needed to move against her so fluidly. Jeanette’s fingers massaged his skull, occasionally gripping at his short hair.
Finally, he broke their kiss to whisper the question, “Condoms?”
She took a deep breath as she rotated her hips against his, and then pointed to the nightstand. “I found some in there when I first moved in. I thought it was some kind of a cruel joke on the part of the universe.”
Laughing, he leaned over and opened the drawer to find an unopened twelve pack.
“Maybe it was just foreshadowing.” He opened one and slid it over his shaft. “You should spin it into a positive.”
“Well, I think you should just shut up and fuck me,” Jeanette replied, pulling him down to her once more.
So Evan lay back on top of her, supporting some of his weight with his forearms. He adjusted his hips until he was lined up at her dripping entrance and in one smooth motion, he slipped inside of her.
“Oh my God,” He murmured, as he moved languidly inside of her, the walls of her pussy tightening and clutching at his cock. He lowered his forehead against hers and watched as her eyes danced along the top of her lids each time he sheathed himself fully in her. He let his entire body weight rest on her so his hands could move up to slowly roam over her breasts. Rolling each nipple between his fingers caused Jeanette to cry out and buck against him. Quickening his pace, he slammed himself into her and their flesh slapped together with urgency. Their sweat mingled and made it easier for their bodies to move together in unison.
Jeanette bit his lip and slid her mouth to his ear to say, “I want to feel you cum.”
Evan gave in to his building tide of intensity and let himself go. His cock seized for a moment, and then his cum began to flow out into the condom. Collapsing onto Jeanette, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, still inside of her. They fell asleep curled into each other a little while later, with not another word spoken.
Chapter Five
After a couple of days has passed with Jeanette not talking to him, which was something terribly awkward when you’re one of the only two people around, Evan approached her while she was making dinner. He stood with his backed pressed against the island counter and watched her closely. Obviously, she was trying to pretend that he wasn’t there as she continued her task at hand.
“We live in the same house, Jeanette. You can’t ignore me forever. Besides, isn’t it kind of tempting fa
te when we’re the only living people we know?” Evan said, lifting himself up to sit on the counter, inches from where she stood chopping vegetables.
Far more calmly than she felt, Jeanette set the knife down, wiped her hands on her jeans, and looked straight at him.
“Evan,” she began, “I enjoyed our night together. Human contact after so long, especially that kind, is amazing. But I can’t fall in love with you because you’re the only other living person. It seems desperate, like we’re just holding on to each other because we’re the last ones on a sinking ship. And it was just too intense, you know? If something were to happen, I don’t think I could survive losing anything else.”
His eyebrows knit together. “Well, I wasn’t asking you to fall in love with me.”
“Oh, so we were looking at more of a fuck-‘til-we-are-extinct kind of arrangement? That’s sweet. You really know how to charm a lady,” she said, putting her hands on her hips.
“Stop putting words in my mouth, Jenny. I didn’t say that either.”
“Okay, Evan. You don’t wanna just fuck me, but apparently, you don’t want to have feelings for me? Is that right? So tell me, what are you saying?”
He rolled his eyes at her assumptions. “Technically, I really haven’t had much of a chance to say anything. We had sex. Awesome sex, might I add. And then you stopped talking to me. Where in all of that did I get a chance to even tell you how I feel?”
“So, talk. I’m not going anywhere. That I know of, at least.”
He frowned. “Quit joking around and be serious. I want to know why you’re acting like this. It’s really weird.”
“I just told you, I don’t want to fall in love with the only other person alive, as far as I know. We shouldn’t be together just because of our situation. That’s never a good place to be with another person.”
“You know, Jen, you are the one who keeps mentioning love. Not me. So, what’s really at the heart of this?” he asked, crunching a piece of carrot he picked up from the cutting board.
Annoyed, she swatted his hand away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Well,” he said, “If you want to know my theory, I will lay it out for you. So, here it is. I think that you are falling in love with me. And it scares you. In fact, it scares the living shit out of you. So here you are, pretending that nothing happened and you didn’t feel anything because admitting so would mean being vulnerable.”
Jeanette snorted through her nose, though it sounded odd and forced. “And why would that scare me, being vulnerable?”
Evan shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not you. If I had to venture a guess, though, I’d say it’s probably because you’ve been hurt in the past. Or because not too long ago, you thought everyone in the world disappeared. And clearly, you’re afraid I will too.”
She turned her back to him under the pretense of washing more vegetables, but she didn’t fool him. He heard her let out a tiny sniffle and watched as her shoulders began to shake. Stepping over to her, he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a hug from behind. Jeanette covered her face and sobbed piteously.
“Hey,” he said, spinning her around. “Come on, Jen. What are you crying for?”
Eyes full of tears, she looked up at him. “Because you’re right. I am afraid. And I am falling in love with you.”
“But that’s a good thing, Jenny. You don’t have to be afraid of loving me, I promise. So don’t be, okay?”
Jeanette squeezed her him, as though anchoring herself to his waist. “I’ll do my best, but I don’t know if I can make any promises myself.”
Kissing the top of her head, he replied, “I think that just trying is good enough for this world.”
Chapter Six
“I love being able to see the stars. But damn, I have to say that I miss electricity.” Evan spoke as they stood hip to hip, staring up at the night sky. The whole world was quiet around them, and the wind breezed gently past, ruffling both their hair and the tall grass.
After a moment of thought and a small sigh, Jeanette replied, “I think I miss music the most, out of anything. Oh, and dancing.”
He turned to her with a sweet smile playing on his lips. “You can have both of those still, silly.”
Jeanette looked up at him and cocked her head. “Oh, really now?”
“Yep.” He said, taking her into her arms and swaying their bodies gently together in a side to side motion. Under his breath, he began to hum a little tune. He spun her around as though he was a fancy ballroom dancer.
Laughing as she came back from the turn and settling into his arms, Jeanette said, “What on Earth are you humming?”
“Uh… I think it was some Etta James mixed with a little Patsy Cline. Sort of my own little playlist.”
“All right there, Grandpa,” she teased, letting her head rest on his chest.
“Hey, I spent a lot of time with my grandma growing up. What do you expect? If my Uncle Henry would have been around more, I could be singing some classic rock. A little Stones, perhaps.”
Jeanette tossed her head back and let out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, if only. If only.”
“Why don’t you just be quiet and dance?” he suggested.
Jeanette began to reply, but Evan cut her off by pressing his lips against hers hungrily. Pinning her against the railing, he raised her arms above her head and whispered, “Keep them up.”
Then he nuzzled his way down her neck and to her chest. He pulled the cups of her bra down and exposed her nipples, hardened with both the exposure to the cool night air. Pulling each in turn into his mouth with an audible suck, he murmured,
“You are so tasty.”
Jeanette lowered herself to her knees and began undoing the fly of his jeans. When they hit the ground, he stepped out of them and she pulled down his boxer briefs. His swollen cock bounced upward once freed from the cloth, and she paused for a moment to admire its thickness. Evan slid his hand into her hair and gently but firmly pulled her forward. Mouth open as wide as it would go, Jeanette took his warm cock past her lips and to her throat. She caressed and licked, moving her fist in loose circles as an extension of her mouth. Evan’s hand continued to stroke his fingers through her hair, and after a few minutes he pulled her to her feet and led her to what they now considered to be their bedroom.
“Get on the bed,” Evan commanded. “On your hands and knees.”
Jeanette climbed up and arranged herself as he said. The bed sank a little as he moved behind her, and then she felt his coarse hands skim from her thighs up across her ass. Evan let out a little sigh as he pressed himself against her, his cock sliding against her silken panties.
There was a crackling sound that must have been Evan opening a condom, then another pause, and then his hands returned to both sides of her plump ass. His cock slid from her lower back, then down her crack and across her back door. He paused there, letting the tip of his throbbing member rest against the tight, virgin entrance.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he demanded in a husky, strained tone.
Jeanette turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder. Quietly, she replied,
“I want to do whatever you want to do.”
The bed creaked as he got off and disappeared into the bathroom once more. Jeanette didn’t move a muscle and waited patiently in the middle of the bed, still on her hands and knees. Evan appeared again, this time holding a small bottle of a clear liquid that she assumed to be some kind of lubricant. She wondered when he found that or picked it up, but knew that wasn’t the point right then. His cock bobbed with each step he took and Jeanette couldn’t help but admire its girth. Of course, another part of her felt slightly apprehensive about taking such an impressive shaft in her rear. Behind her once again, she heard him open the lid and squirt lube into his hand. An instant later, he was rubbing the moisture around her previously untouched asshole. The combination of the cool liquid and his warm hand provided a fire and ice sensation tha
t made her pussy start to drip. Evan must have sensed this, as he dipped his hand lower and brought some of her own lubricant into the mix. After he also slathered his cock, he returned to his position just behind her body.
He took his sweet, luxurious time sliding himself into her. Inch by inch, her virginal pucker was invaded by his ample cock. Without question, there was some pain. But underneath that fine layer of pain––really more of a stinging than anything else––there was wonderful bliss. The pleasure had a rippling effect on her sensations. Her toes curled, her legs tensed, and her tummy tightened. Once his cock was fully sheathed in her ass he paused for a moment.
Evan cleared his throat, but his voice still came out gravelly with lust. “Jen, your ass is amazing. It feels like you’re milking me.”
“I love you fucking my ass,” she said, as she arched her back like a cat to meet his motions.
As she became more comfortable, his speed increased and his hips smacked repeatedly against the curve of her ass. He reached around to her front, down her stomach, and to her pussy where he began to rub her clit in an urgent circular motion. This caused her to rear up onto her knees, and he followed, continuing his ministrations on both her pussy and her ass. Her pussy began to contract around him, tightening and squeezing his cock as she reached her orgasm.
She moaned and bucked into him harder. “You feel so good.”
Moving his hands around her waist, he tugged her towards him as he began to cum.
Chapter Seven
A few weeks later, firmly rooted in their simple life’s routine together, they were relaxing on lounge chairs on the deck, watching a meteor shower.
“Isn’t it strange that all life can pretty much end, but the universe goes on as it is? No one else exists, but the moon keeps shining and the stars keep falling,” Jeanette said, glancing over at him.
Evan didn’t reply, but simply reached over to take her hand. They watched another meteor shoot across the sky, but this one didn’t just fade away. It appeared to be coming right toward them, and it actually did. Both of them jumped off their chairs and toward the house as they watched whatever it was continue to hurtle towards them. It got lower and lower the closer it came, and it barely missed striking the house. They clutched at each other as it hit the ground just past the garden and skidded along for several yards until it came to an abrupt stop. In shocked silence, Evan and Jeanette were unable to look away as a door appeared in the top of the craft. A screeching noise began, not necessarily painful to the ears, but definitely not pleasant, and a strange creature rose from the depths of the silver disk. Without touching the ground, it floated toward them, and stopped about six feet from where they stood.
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