Moans in the Night

by Miranda Bailey

  The electricity was still on but we’d only had one heater when all of this started and that stayed in the bathroom to make sure the pipes didn’t freeze. We only ventured out so far into the village because of the zombies and none of the houses we’d been in had any space heaters. Either someone got to them before we did or people around here simply didn’t have any. We lived in a spot that was almost an island, stuck between a river, the railroad tracks, and the mountain. It was private, perfect, but there weren’t a lot of houses around. Maybe soon we’d find one that would heat upstairs. It would be our luck, the day we found one would be the day the power went out.

  Pushing Jacob off of me, I rolled into the bed. I heard Samuel coming up the stairs and looked over at his bed. We’d moved an extra bed upstairs, on the other side of the top floor and put a curtain up to divide it. It worked when we could have the woodstove going but on days we couldn’t get outside to bring wood in we had to all bundle up together to stay warm. Before all of this we’d turned the upstairs into an open apartment. We had a bathroom, a living room, an office, and our bedroom. It was warmer up here in the winter so we’d spend the winters up here. Downstairs stayed cooler so we spent the summers there.

  Samuel had managed to make it to our house when all of this started, having no family much like us, he’d gone to find his best buddies. We welcomed his company and all worked to keep each other going in this nightmare world we now inhabited. Another reason for keeping everybody upstairs was that we could block the steps up to this level and it made sleeping at night much easier when you weren’t worried about being attacked. The monsters could get into the house and we’d still be safe because they could not get up the steps. A steel door prevented it.

  I stood and walked over to Samuel’s bed, picking up his pillows. Samuel saw me walk by and said,

  “It’s safe then”. He grinned as I thought of how in our previous life Samuel would come to the house, walk through the open front, and use his form of knocking which was to call up the stairs and ask if it was safe to come upstairs. I had a habit of not wearing clothes when people weren’t around, even on cold days, because I simply hated wearing them. He’d walked up a few times without announcing himself and had more than one eyeful of my naked body. We’d all laugh as I scrambled for clothes, enjoying the thrill of something that we weren’t supposed to. I haven’t had that opportunity since this had all started. Samuel was always here and it was bloody cold. Even I couldn’t take how cold it had been lately, covers or no covers to hide under.

  Jacob laughed and grabbed me to his side as I walked up with the pillows.

  “As safe as you want it to be,” he said with more laughter. A deep, throaty laugh that thrilled me because that laugh usually only came out before he did something naughty to me.

  “You two behave yourselves; it’s time to go to sleep. Jacob, pull the covers down. I’m going to the bathroom again before I get in between you two. I hate crawling over people in the middle of the night.” I said as I walked to the bathroom. I was a bit flustered. Jacob had often talked about sensual, forbidden things when it came to sex. Things I’d never thought of but secretly wanted to do after he spoke about them. Things that involved Jacob and Samuel. The end of the world had kind of changed the way we thought of life, conventions and norms no longer fit into the life we lived and I was considering doing things I never would have in earlier times. Well, thinking about them more, anyway. I don’t think I was anywhere near the “doing” stage yet.

  Although Jacob was the one that brought these things up I worried over how those things would change our relationships. How it would change all of us and I couldn’t even put words to the things Jacob had described to me, low in my ear as he slid in and out of me. I stood up and faced myself in the mirror over the sink. I was in black fleece pyjamas, my waist length hair bundled up on my head. Sleeping between two men meant my hair got tangled under various arms, elbows, and even wrapped around a neck sometimes. Even with my hair up I didn’t look bad for a 35 year old woman. My face was flushed with my thoughts, though, and I had to admit, Samuel did have a nice body. He was caring, kind, and always helpful. He had a masculine voice, but it was sweet. And Jacob. Oh, the man that stirred me like no other.

  At 42 he wasn’t an overly tall man, he had no hair on his head, which I found sexy, but he had the most luscious skin of any man I’d ever seen. I spent a lot of time licking that skin, it was so incredible. He had a deep voice with just the right sound that sent chills down my back, still. He had a strong, masculine, handsome face and his eyes were forever changing between green, grey, and blue. His hands were strong, as well as his body, and he made skilful use of them all. Over the years, he had figured out what would thrill me most when he touched me, when he spoke to me, when he looked at me and he could make me melt in an instant. He was also a very loving man, always there to listen, to carry, to urge me on. I loved him dearly.

  Shaking myself from my reverie, I opened the door and went to the bed. I climbed in past Samuel who was sitting on the side of the bed and slid over towards Jacob. I cuddled up close to Jacob and then Samuel scooted in behind me.

  “Hit the light, Jacob, we’re all in”. Samuel spoke and Jacob acted, turning the lamp off. Without the light it went completely dark and we all lay there quietly ending our day, warm finally for the first time in hours.

  We could hear the house settling, the moans of zombies and the wind letting us know the world wasn’t entirely at peace. We’d have to do something about them tomorrow if they weren’t gone by morning. We had to warm the house up and they were keeping us from going out of the fence to the woodpile. I hated getting that near them but it would have to be done. Feeling a cold shiver go down my spine, I nudged myself under Jacob’s left arm and threw my leg over his.

  “Love you, babe.”

  “Love you too, sweetheart.”

  “Love you Grampaw, goodnight Billybob!” Samuel called out.

  I slapped at Samuel’s chest behind me and told him to shut up. We all laughed and settled down to sleep. My brain went back to the zombies outside. I hope we can get more wood tomorrow. Sometimes the zombies wandered off and left us in peace; sometimes we had to get rid of them ourselves. We were low on bullets, which was fine because we only used guns to kill them when we absolutely had to. We generally killed them with our hunting knives and that was not only dangerous but disgusting work. There couldn’t be that many left in our small village. There were only around 300 people here to begin with. My thoughts shifted to Jacob’s heartbeat and the warmth coming from his body and I slowly fell asleep, content and as happy as one could be in this situation.

  2

  Slowly I came awake. Something woke me but I wasn’t sure what. I lay still, straining to hear if something was in the house. I held my breath as I listened, waiting to hear the slow ambling tread of a dead thing sliding through the house. I don’t care how well we secured the place, I still panicked in the dark of night when I couldn’t see and it was too cozy to get out of bed and go look. I’d wake up the fellas to have them check for monster but far too often I’d wake up like this. I couldn’t wake them once more just because I’d woke up from a nightmare and thought something was in the house.

  I’d started having nightmares that first week of the outbreak. We never did find out what exactly happened with the parasitic infection that caused the dead to come back to some semblance of life but we knew it spread fast and far. The event started in Florida and the parasite somehow made its way up to Virginia four days later. We watched the news online as state by state the human population fell dead only to rise once again as the decaying corporal ghosts of what they had once been. Rather than ghosts that go bump in the night, however, these shells of humanity were the bitey-let-me-make-you-like-me kind. The not quite dead but certainly not the living.

  By the time this new plague reached our tiny village news broadcasts had started to go black or there were only empty chairs in a totally silent studio. From M
iami to Charlotte studios started to empty out while others apparently lost power completely. Occasionally you might hear a snarl or a scream as someone wandered into the building and that would chill me to the bone. The nightmares had started after hearing one of those screams through my laptop’s audio.

  I tried to dismiss it all as fake, as nothing more than television trickery at first. This was all just a massive joke being played on the public by some rather sick group of freaks that wanted to terrify us all. Or it was only drug addicts attacking people while in the midst of a drug haze that made them absolutely mental and the people in those states were just overreacting. Things would calm down when the drug ran its course and the supply waned.

  But the first time I heard a silent studio suddenly come alive with a terrified scream of agonized pain as a slurred moan that hinted at a mouth full of things best left not thought about had made it all real for me. That’s when the nightmares began and we’d begun to take it all seriously. Up until that point Jacob and I had laughed it off, even Samuel had teased us about being locked together forever as a married zombie couple. I’d laughed as the idea of Jacob in his wedding tuxedo and me decked out in my wedding regalia popped into my head. After that scream my brain had turned that joke into a mental reality that had left me frozen in fear as I fought to free myself from the nightmare once I’d forced myself to wake up. It replayed almost every night in my mind now and I’d often wake like this, panting for air, straining to hear, too terrified to actually move.

  Finally my heart rate calmed down, my breathing slowed, and my ears could pick up no sounds from within the house. We were still safe for now, the creeping rot had not intruded inside of our home. There was no sunlight brightening the windows so it must still be early morning. There didn’t seem to be any reason for me to be awake. And then I heard something and felt something touching me at the same time.

  Coming out of the fog of sleep I initially thought Jacob was having a sex-dream. But as wakefulness intruded I realized it was Samuel moaning in his sleep as he slowly thrust into my hip, not Jacob. I’d rolled onto my back while I was asleep and Samuel was pressed against my side. Jacob was sprawled on his right hip, facing away from me.

  Shocked, I wasn’t sure what to do so I laid there in the dark, waiting. I couldn’t roll over because Samuel’s arm was over my stomach, holding me still. I knew he was asleep because of his breathing and the slight snore that would escape his lips every now and then. It felt so sinful, laying there with my husband snoring beside me while his best friend’s hand moved under my shirt, sliding up my stomach, over my ribs, and finally, slowly, closed in on my right nipple. A deep guttural moan escaped my throat, I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t exactly sure Samuel was asleep now but at this point I was too enthralled, too curious to care. How far would he go, how far would I let this go? Did he even know what he was doing?

  Jacob had whispered things like this in my ear. He wanted me to “take them both on”. He wanted to see me getting fucked, wanted to see my pleasure, wanted to give me pleasure like I’d never imagined, he’d whisper during our most consuming lovemaking sessions. But he was asleep beside me and didn’t know, was this wrong or is it what he wanted? Did I care right now? I didn’t because Samuel had thrown his leg over mine, pressing on my throbbing clit. His head moved to my neck and another sound escaped my lips, anticipating the feel of his mouth there. As his tongue moved up my neck his fingers closed around my nipple again and my hips moved, my legs clenching around his as he bit down on my neck. I knew he wasn’t asleep now.

  “Isadora.”

  So quiet, so full of longing. Jacob couldn’t have heard it but I did and the heat between my thighs spread. My stomach clenched, my hips rolling against Samuel’s leg, wanting more than Samuel was giving me but afraid to ask for it. And that’s when Jacob turned over, one of his hands landing on my thigh.

  I tensed, terrified Jacob would wake up. I’m not sure why I was afraid, Jacob definitely wanted something like this. I think I just wanted that feeling of forbidden passion, of being naughty, to last a little while longer. Then Samuel let out a quiet, low laugh and his hand moved between my legs, nudging Jacob’s hand as he did. He wanted Jacob to know, he knows he’ll wake Jacob up, I thought. He can’t do this! We have to stop, Jacob doesn’t know, it’s not right.

  But Samuel’s warm hand kept moving under the top of my pants, down my stomach, into my desperate and aching cleft. I couldn’t stop him, not because he held me down, but because I didn’t want to. His fingers, strong and confident, glided over my clit and I had to clench my teeth to keep quiet. I could feel how wet I was on his fingers as the two middle fingers slid into me, his palm pressing gently into my clit. Then his head moved down to my breast and he bit at my nipple through my shirt. I arched into his mouth, his fingers going deeper between my labia before slowly moving down to work in and out of me. I wanted more, I needed more and he must have sensed this as he somehow managed to get my shirt up and over my breast and I finally felt a hot mouth on my nipple, the ball that pierced his tongue doing incredible things as it flicked across my nipple. The world turned into Samuel’s mouth, Samuel’s hand, and oh the illicit pleasure of Jacob’s hand on my other thigh. Just knowing he was touching me at the same time as Samuel was driving me into darker, dirtier thoughts.

  But I made no sound and I tried not to move. I didn’t want Jacob to wake just yet, I wanted these feelings, these sensations to last a little longer. Lost in the carnality of the moment I wanted to know what Samuel felt like, I wanted his cock in my hand. I moved my hand down to where our bodies met, down his flat stomach, and onto the hidden flesh I sought, feeling the heat and the hardness of him through the cloth of his pants. He stilled against me, a ragged, but quiet moan escaping on the quick breaths he was taking. He filled my hand through his own pyjama pants, not overly long but thick enough to fill my hand.

  I gasped as he pushed against my hand, wanting to feel him properly. I tried to get my hand into his pants but he only pushed against my hip harder, succeeding at blocking my movement, and started to move his fingers again, his mouth sucking harder on my nipple, his palm moving in time with his fingers. I slid a leg up, trying for more friction, lost in what was happening but aware enough to be quiet, realizing as I did that Jacob’s hand had slid further up my hip as I moved, wondering if my movement may have woke him up, but almost willing to be caught at this point. Then Samuel stiffened, I wasn’t even aware I’d been moving my hand on him until he did that. His head moved off my breast and he breathed in a deep, ragged breath. I stopped moving, he stayed still. Why did he stop I wondered.

  I could hear his heavy breathing, feel it hot against my face. I realized I was breathing just as hard as he was, almost sweating. Was that it, was he stopping there, just on the edge of oblivion?

  After a moment his head moved to my ear again. He moaned as he started moving his fingers again, breathing behind my ear. His lips moved over my ear and I took in a breath.

  “I want to feel you cum. I want to feel your pussy clenching around me as I bend you over this bed and fuck you long and hard. I want to feel your body writhing beneath me as I fill you. I want to be inside you. But not right now. I’m not coming inside you until I can cum inside you. For tonight, it’s all about you sweetness, that’s it.”

  I felt his cock throbbing in my hand and I moved my hands to the top of his pants, ignoring the almost plea he’d just made. I knew he was close to cumming and I wanted to feel him. He stilled my hand by pressing his hips into me, again, while his own hand sped up between my thighs. He seemed to know just how much pressure to apply, not too much, not too soft. I could feel his slick fingers inside me as he continued to whisper into my ear. I was close. I was going to cum but I was afraid of making too much noise at this point. I bit my lip and listened to him as he told me how he wanted me, where he wanted me, and what exactly he was going to do to me when he got me. His hand, his fingers did not stop, he kept playing me like a violin, his fing
ers and mouth moved over me, his voice when he spoke the music to accompany the playing. Jacob’s hand twitching in his sleep, brushing along my hip, finally sent me over the edge. Over and over the waves of pleasure broke over me. My body took over from there; all I could do was hold on as the pleasure engulfed me. My head went back, my neck arching, my back bowing as Samuel’s fingers drug out intense spasms of pleasure from my body.

  I settled, gasping, my heart pounding. My mind stilled and quieted. Somehow Jacob was still quietly snoring beside me, despite my uncontrollable movement and the sound I tried to strangle back into my throat. I don’t know how, but he was still asleep. I moved, wanting to roll over, to give Samuel what he’d given me but he stopped me. He rolled me towards Jacob and snuggled in behind me, his cock still hard and pressed into my ass. He kissed my neck, put his arm over me, and whispered one last time into my ear:

  “I’m not cumming until I can cum inside you. And I want Jacob there, joining in, watching and enjoying as I do.” His voice slid into my ear, making me shiver as he spoke. Oh fuck, had they talked about this before? They couldn’t have, surely Jacob wouldn’t?

  Despite my concern I wanted Samuel to take it further now. I wanted more of him. But he just put his arm over me, and put his head on his own pillow.

  “Sleep Isadora. Sleep my lovely one.”

  Shocked, replete, and confused I snuggled close into Jacob and tried to go to sleep. I could feel them both around me though; smell their manly scents near me. Jacob was quiet and still in sleep in front of me, Samuel behind me, still hard and throbbing against me. Oh dear…

  3

  I woke up to an empty bed the next morning. I could smell tinned lunchmeat frying and more of the eggs so knew one of the fellas was cooking breakfast. The smell of coffee filled the air and tempted me as I stretched the sleep away. Outside I could hear wood being chopped and stacked against the house. The zombies were gone then. Good, we could have separate beds again tonight. That’s when the memory of the night before sank in. The things Samuel had said, the things he’d done, the things I’d wanted to do! Did I really want us in separate beds?