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Love (And Sex!) In The Time of Zombies (Part 4)

Michael snags a date with Lorrie

===Chapter 9 continued===

 

Later that evening, as we watched 'Pitch Perfect' and sang along with all the a capella songs, the girls were all kind of silly and a bit strange. Seems like they approved of Gayle and I 'getting together'. She sat next to me during the movie, with her daughter Lorrie on my other side.

Everyone said their goodnights, and I wondered what would happen. But I didn't have to wait long.

Gayle opened my door and strode in. Don't get me wrong, I was glad to see her. But I was also not ready to be 'claimed' by her. Not just yet anyway.

"What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" I asked her.

She laughed a little. And pulled her terrycloth robe a little tighter. Didn't matter. You could still see her feminine charms lurking underneath.

"I just came to talk," she said. She had a bottle of my prized Justin pinot noir and a couple glasses. We sat down, me in my rolling chair and her in the metal folding chair.

We talked about a lot of things, but mostly about our situation and what my plans were for the future. Unfortunately, that meant a lot of work. What we really needed was a way to make a zombie free area so that we could then begin farming operations. Plus we now had lots of new mouths from town that we had 'liberated'.

Most of the people we met were nice, but generally a bit older. Still, some of them had farming backgrounds. But other than the Master's sons, we hadn't found anyone near the girls ages.

"That's really bothering me, Michael. I want... I want a future for my daughter."

"Well I'm doing all I can, sweetheart." I got kind of defensive. "I think we've got a real shot at making something--"

"Oh Michael. I don't doubt that at all. I'm sure you'll get everything going perfectly. What I meant was... this is hard to say... I want Lorrie to have the love of a good man. Raise a family. You know, those kind of things."

"Oh... yeah, I get that. But I guess she's only got slim pickins right now. Mr. Olson today was single. But he was what, 55?"

"Yeah. Just what I want for Lorrie! But no. I had someone else in my mind."

My mind drew a blank. "Who?"

"Well... you, Michael."

"What?" I asked, taken aback. "I'm... twice her age!" Actually, I was about twice everybody's age, but that didn't seem to matter.

"Yes but you aren't old-old. But even if there were a thousand guys to choose from, I'd want you. You just... you do what has to be done, you work hard, you're good at keeping everyone alive... plus you're amazing at sex."

"Gayle... I don't know what to say exactly. Lorrie's wonderful, I love her like I love all of you, but..." I tailed off.

"But what?"

"But... how does she feel about this?"

"She's head over heals in love with you. Most of the girls are attracted to you, but she's actually in love."

She's in love with me? Seriously?

"Well... there's still two main issues here. Number One is, you, Gayle. And Number Two, I'm not sure I'm ready to settle down just yet. I mean, I will at some point, maybe. But right now, I'm giving all I've got to keep our group going. I don't know if I have time for a genuine relationship. It's umm... it's pretty easy right now, I just... get laid based on who shows up at the door."

Gayle rolled her eyes.

"Hey, sorry, that's just how it is. I'm not ready to be monogamous with anyone right now. And If I was, well, I'm not sure I would pick Lorrie at this point."

Gayle kind of made a disappointed face.

"No, I mean nothing bad about Lorrie. But I don't know her that well! And, then, there's you... and Erin..."

"Me?" asked Gayle.

"Yeah, you. Don't look so surprised. We get along pretty fricking great. And, I think the great sex is just beginning..."

"Michael, I didn't mean you had to marry Lorrie today. I just want you to think about it. Keep it in mind."

"So if she comes a-knocking at my door some night... you're... what?"

"I'm fine with that! Just.... be easy on her. She really... she really likes you, like I said. And she's a virgin."

I thought about our gun-cleaning session a week ago. Lorrie seemed pretty quick to undress.

"You sure about that?" I asked.

"Yes, she would've told me."

"So, if you want me for her, what was up with the shower today? That doesn't seem to jive with what you're saying."

"Michael, I..." she paused and drank the rest of her wine. "I'm not perfect. I had this vision of you and Lorrie getting together... but... I wanted you first... that doesn't sound good at all, does it? I mean, I at least wanted you once, before you settled in with her. It all sounds kind of stupid now that I say it out loud."

I drank the rest of my pinot and poured us both some more.

Have I mentioned how gorgeous Gayle is? My dad was a horn dog in his day, even as an older man. He like the full-figured gals like Marilyn, Mamie, Rita, etc., but his favorite was the Italian babe, Sophia Loren.

Gayle bore a fair resemblance to Sophia. I mean, when she smiled at you, you just wanted to go do manly things like kill a bunch of zombies with your bare fists and come back for your reward. Hey, since you're reading this, the internet is working again. Go look her up. Sophia, I mean. Check out some of the younger pictures of her, when her hair is pretty straight. That's what Gayle looks like. Except, Gayle's tits are bigger. By a lot.

I set my wineglass down and stood up. I paced around the room a bit, then I knelt down in front of Gayle's chair.

"Gayle." I placed my hand on her cheek. "Even if I fell in love with your daughter, and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her... how could I possibly only make love to you once? And never again?"

I leaned in and kissed her gently on her full lips. Her hand came up to me, she ran her fingers through my hair.

Our lips pressed a little firmer together and our sweet kiss turned a little hotter as I moved into her a little more. I broke the kiss, only to get a slightly different angle and start kissing her again. I kissed her more, and still more. I kissed her lower lip, and sucked it into my mouth, only releasing it when she giggled.

I stood up and pulled her up with me, and pressed her back against the wall. With both my hands gently holding her face, I kissed her with passion and tenderness like I'd never felt before.

Gayle had slipped her hands underneath my t-shirt and dragged her fingernails across my back. Then she continued to kiss me as she pulled me closer to her.

"Jesus," she whispered. "Michael, is there an ounce of fat on you?"

"You're just being nice."

She slipped my t-shirt over my head.

"No, seriously," she said. "Stand over there. Go on! Don't be such a baby!"

So I stood barefoot in the desk light, in just my faded jeans with a bulging crotch.

"Turn around," she commanded. "Slowly."

"Oh come on!" I protested.

"Do it!"

So I turned and posed a little for her.

"Sweet Jesus, Michael! You're beautiful..."

I blushed. I mean, nobody's complained before, but this was silly.

"You've just lost your perspective, Gayle."

"Pick up those weights," she said. "Please?"

I had a couple 30 pound dumb-bells I kept in there, just for something to do when waiting for downloads and such.

I did a few curls for her, some standing presses, I turned my back to her and did some lateral flys.

"Had enough yet?" I turned back around to see her right hand gently rubbing her left breast, and her left forefinger in between her front teeth. Hot. Hey, it's kind of cool to know I turn on a chick. 38 years old. Semi-ripped. Still have my hair, all of it. I guess I'm not the worst guy they could run into in a zombie apocalypse.

I went and stood in front of Gayle, then I scooped her up in my arms, like I was going to carry her over a threshold. She giggled in surprise.

"I must confess," I began. "I was only ever with one virgin in my whole life. It didn't go so well. Lots of pain. Crying. Shame. And that was me!" She laughed at that one.

"Oh you're so smooth with women!" she joked.

"I'm awful. So, you really want me to uh... how to say this delicately... de-flower? Is that the right word? Deflower your daughter?"

"I can't think of anyone I'd rather have do it," she said, twirling her fingers through my hair.

I kissed her her on the lips for a few moments.

"You want me to, fuck your daughter?" Long... kiss....

"Yes," she whispered.

"I'm going to have to suck her tits for a real long time." Kiss...

"Yes."

"I'm going to lick her pussy." Kiss....

"yesss."

"She will suck my cock." Kiss with some tongue...

"She will be good, I promise."

"How do you know?"

"I've made her practice. On bananas and cucumbers."

I stared at Gayle for a moment.

"No shit?"

"No shit. I told her it was an important skill."

I set Gayle back to the standing position, but we kept close and kissed more. I undid the belt on her robe, sliding my hand between her smooth skin and the robe. I cupped her ass cheek and pulled her to me, she could feel my hard-on now.

"Mmmmm," she whispered. "Nice, Michael."

I yanked off her robe, she stood there naked. She didn't try to cover up or anything.

"Not always so nice. Let's get this bed down." I stripped out of my jeans as she arranged the air mattress on the floor.

As we lay down next to each other, I just grabbed a big tit and started sucking it. I just love tits. All tits. There's just something about them that drives me nuts. Yeah, big surprise. But more than most guys, I love them. I love to lick, and nibble, and twirl my tongue around them. And they all feel so different. Some are firm, some are really squishy, and some just go on forever, like Gayle's. I would alternate sucking nicely to sucking as much as I could. Some nipple bites here and there, Gayle just had her head back as she enjoyed my playtime.

I always think I'm spending too much time on the tits, so I moved on after a few minutes.

"You done already, sweetie?" she asked.

"Ha! I could suck them for hours... you aren't bored?"

"Christ no. It's like the best massage in the world. Only better. I'm a thousand percent relaxed, and yet completely turned on too! How good is that! I could almost cum, in fact."

Well, that sounded like a challenge. I went back to her tits and sucked even harder and roughed them up a bit. As Gayle's breathing increased, so did my vigor. When she panted a little, I grabbed her pussy. With my palm on her clit, I slipped a finger in between her lips and frigged her nicely. Then a little harder and faster as I bit down on a big nipple of hers. She squealed with delight.

"Suck the other one!" I told her, all excited.

Gayle hauled her left tit up to her face and drew in her own nipple to her mouth. God I love that.

I rubbed her pussy faster and sucked for all I was worth.

I was rewarded in just a couple more minutes when she suddenly stiffened, then jerked a few times. She let go of her tit as the orgasmic waves washed over her. I continued to rub her clit.

"Wait," she panted. "Just... let me rest... too... sensitive..."

Yeah, I've heard that before. Sounds like a good time for mounting. Probably not what she thought, though. Too bad!

I spread her legs and guided my cock to her pussy opening.

I pressed in... jesus she was so wet I just slid right in.

"Michael... just a moment... not yet... ooooohhhhh fuck...."

As my weight set down on her, our pelvises rubbed, re-igniting her clit. Gayle thrashed around as I pounded her with my cock. She couldn't form any real words, just moans and "Shi----" I think she was trying to say shit but it was too much effort. Gayle trembled.

She seemed to be on a continuous medium-intensity orgasm.

"You know," I said. "She's watched you fuck other guys."

"What!?" Gayle asked, trying to comprehend English. "Who?"

"Lorrie, she's watched you fuck a lot of guys." I sped up my pounding to her cunt.

"No she hasn't-- holy fuck! Oh shit Michael!" I pounded her harder now, making her cum harder.

"Yes, she has. A lot of times, apparently. She says she's learned a lot."

"That's not--- Ow!" I pinched her tit fucking hard. "She shouldn't... oh jesus Michael she can't... she can't watch me... oh fuck..."

"Does it turn you on?"

Without waiting for an answer, I pulled out fast and crawled up to her chest, sticking my pussy-sopping cock into her mouth.

"It does, doesn't it? It turns you on knowing your daughter watched you suck and fuck... Yes just like you're sucking me... that means she's seen your tits, your ass, oh that's nice baby yeah... and she's seen your juicy cunt... and not just once but a lot of times."

Well, I was fucking turned on at this point, I shit you not! Thinking about Lorrie spying on Mommy Gayle, touching herself while her mom got fucked, oh yeah!

I face-fucked Gayle a little more and then I came in a torrent down her throat. Load after load of hot squirt shot into her mouth. She swallowed it as best she could, and coughed out some of it along with my dick.

Panting, she rose up to catch her breath.

Then she called me an asshole and Slapped my face!

She sat there, all defiant, her eyes gleaming. I was fucking turned on.

I grabbed her arm and twisted her around, and pushed her face down on the mattress. She resisted, but I forced my way in between her legs and shoved my cock back into her cunt. Gayle arched her back as I entered her, and she moaned out loud. I was rather impressed with myself, even though I just came, I was ready for more.

I spoke in Gayle's ear as I fucked her relentlessly from behind.

"Lorrie says.... you masturbate at night... with her in the room... you know she's awake!"

"No I don't!"

"Yes... you pretend you don't, but you do... you know she's awake when you touch your cunt..."

"No... I'm a good mom."

"You're a great mom... a Fucking great mom... but you also think about her..."

No answer. I forced my hand under her abdomen so I could grab her pussy.

"You think about Lorrie..."

"No, it's wrong..."

"She's so beautiful, and her body is so firm"

"... no..."

"She likes watching you fuck... and she likes you helping her learn to suck cock..."

"No Michael... stop it... don't say that."

"She's touching herself right now, I'm sure."

"Stop it... please oh shit oh shit oh shit I'm cumming Michael no no no"

"Cum as Lorrie fingers her cunt... man can't you almost taste it?" I pulled my hand from Gayle's pussy and rubbed it on her lips, cheeks, pushed my fingers inside her mouth so she could taste it all.

"You want to taste her..." I began cumming inside her pussy. Her cunt walls gripped my cock and wouldn't let go.

"Yes Michael... I'm cumming, I'm CUMMING! oh fuck yes... fuck yes...."

I just grunted and groaned as I came for the second time, filling up her cunt with fiery hot sperm.

After a couple minutes, Gayle wriggled a bit and asked "Would you mind...?" So I rolled off her. To my surprise, she went down and cleaned up my cock with her tongue and lips, sucking up the combined cum-fruits of our labor.

"Thank you Michael." She's thanking me? Uh, help yourself to my sperm anytime you want, honey.

"For what?"

"For making love to me. This will be the last time. I want... I want Lorrie to have a chance."

We slept in each others arms all night.

But it wasn't quite the last time, we fucked again in the morning.

 

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Chapter 10 - The Date

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The next day was moving day for the Johnson sisters. We got the Masters place all reinforced, so they were going to go there and live. I'll admit to some jealousy there, those chicks were pretty wild little honies!

So we spent most of the day trying to block off the town. We'd been to every house, killed every zombie inside the homes, sheds, barns, on the streets, everywhere. And yet, there were always more zombies. We figured they were coming from the road, but why? From where? Why are they coming here?

"We need to funnel them into a kill zone," Erin was saying. My fiendish little killer-babe!

"You know, like into a tight spot where we are protected, but we can kill them with sticks or spears or something."

"Genius!" I said.

"Or," said Lorrie. "We should get them to climb up something and then fall down. So the fall kills most of them. Or at least breaks their legs or backs. That would save, ammo, right?"

The girls kind of chuckled at Lorrie's suggestion.

"Right! Get them to limb a ladder and jump!"

"Hold on now," I interrupted. "Let me think." I had it. So simple, it just might work.

"Brilliant! Lorrie, it's brilliant. We get some shipping containers. Cut off the end, so it's like a rectangular tube. We tilt them up at, like a ten or twenty degree angle. We'll need lots of them. Stack them on top of each other or something. But we bait them with... something... get them to 30 or 40 feet high and they walk out the end of the last container right into thin air. They smash on the ground--"

Lorrie interrupted me. "We put concrete below, so it's a hard landing place! And we stick a lot of re-bar up so they get impaled and stuck... we surround the area with fence or more shipping containers..."

"And when the area fills up," continued Erin. "We burn the fuckers. Then we don't have to shoot any of them!"

We were all very proud of ourselves. It's a great fucking idea. Except, we didn't have any shipping containers. Or a way to move them. Or a crane to stack them.

Eh, minor details.

- - -

We cleaned up more of the town. Not too many living folks, but it's good to rid of the lurkers. Zed likes to creep around and turn up in the most bizarre places, so it's good to have him killed instead of sneaking up on you.

Lorrie proved to be as zealous a zombie-killer as Erin. She hated Zach with a passion! But unlike Erin and her guns, Lorrie really wanted it done up close and personal. She wanted to look into their dead eyes as they died again.

We had cleared out a section of houses, then we went back to them to check for salvageable stuff. Lorrie and I were upstairs in this nice old house, checking things out.

"So you and mom are... what exactly?" she asked, coyly.

"I'm... not sure what we are, exactly."

"Well, you're doing it, right?"

"Yeah. I mean, it's been 'done'. But I don't think there will be any more. I don't know..."

"Whaddya mean you don't know? You're dumping her already?" Lorrie was getting a little steamed.

"No! It's not like that at all. It's..." How do I tell her that her mom wants US to hook up?

"Well, you guys are great together, it would be nice to have a real daddy!"

I smiled at her.

"But if you're my real daddy, then we can't... oh... never mind..."

"Lorrie--"

"No! Never mind, it's fine. It's fine! Get back together with her!"

Wow, nobody can shut you down faster than a teenager!

We looked through the house some more. It's kind of sad, looking through a dead person's life.

Usually, we just look for safes where we might find guns, trunks for ammo, kitchens for food etc. But this house was different. It was, really nice.

"You know, Lorrie," I began. "I like this house. I mean really. I could live in this house if it weren't for the damn zombies."

"Wyatt said it was once the Mayor's house. The townspeople built it a long time ago for the then current mayor to live in. But later, it got bought by some rich people... The town needed the money, I guess."

I looked through the closet.

"She was about your size, I think."

"Wow," said Lorrie as she picked out a couple outfits. "She had some taste. Where in this town would she wear this stuff? This is like, New York City, 20 years ago, maybe."

Lorrie sighed as we heard some moans from the street.

"Duty calls," I said.

"Let me get these zekes, ok?"

And she did. She hacked them up good.

"Remind me not to get you too pissed off at me!" I joked.

"You're already halfway there, mister!" She waggled her big blade at me. I think she was joking?

We rendezvoused at the Hardware store for lunch, now re-named Masters and Johnson, in honor of the upcoming nuptials between the Masters boys and the Johnson sisters. Lorrie was occupied by Gayle with something, I grabbed Erin for a moment.

"Come with me for a minute?"

She grabbed her rifle and we ran two blocks back to that nice house.

"What are you doing, daddy-oh?"

"I want to get a couple things from here, without everybody knowing."

"You mean, without Lorrie knowing? or Gayle knowing?" She smirked. "Shoot, I thought we were coming out for a quickie! Am I old news already?"

"You're never old news, my little darling. But... I just..."

"Oh it's fine, old man! What are we getting?"

"This... and maybe these..." I pulled out a black dress, fitted, with some crazy cuts. Kind of like that Demi Moore dress from 20 years ago. And I grabbed a pair of nice heels.

"Those won't fit Gayle," Erin warned me.

"Oh, uh... that's okay..."

Erin laughed at me. "Yes, they will fit Lorrie. You're such a geek."

Erin grabbed some earrings and a nice necklace, too. "You'll want these, too."

We stashed everything in the Jeep. I was giddy like a schoolgirl. Schoolboy, I mean. Jeez, I was actually acting like a retard.

"Stop smiling, Daddy, you look like you're up to something." Erin punched my arm and laughed.

"So what's your plan, Daddy-man? You going to take her to dinner? Not many restaurants open right now..."

"Well, I haven't gotten that far."

"Geek. Ok, I'll think of something. Just go with it, ok?"

- - -

We spent the rest of the day getting the Johnson Sisters and the Masters Brothers situated. I let them have two solar panels and a deep cycle battery so they could have lights and charge up batteries. We got them some food and water, too.

Eventually, the rest of us went back to my cabin. Lorrie rode with me in the Mog and Erin followed with the Jeep. Everybody hung out for the afternoon, getting showers and having a cocktail or two as we played some music videos on the TV. It was kind of cool. At one point, Erin dragged a bundle into my computer room that included the dress and shoes. She winked at me, then flashed her tits and said "Don't forget about me, Daddy!"

I turned her around and spanked her ass, then held on and rubbed her pussy through her camo pants a little bit.

"Ooooh Daddy!" she cooed. "Lorrie's in the shower..."

Yes, I want Lorrie so badly I can taste it. But this is Erin!

"Alright, up against the wall, little bitch. Spread em!"

I felt her up, roughly. As usual, she wasn't wearing any bra or underwear. I undid her pants and yanked them down to expose her ass. I could see her cunt lips, too.

I grabbed her gorgeous little boob with my left hand and with my right, I slid it between her ass cheeks.

"Oh yes, Daddy... yes... touch me..."

While squeezing her tit hard, I gently rubbed her pussy lips, feeling her moisture already, my hand spread them apart. I pinched her nipple hard and held on to it tightly, and slipped my finger up to her clit. I massaged her cunt like that, while still death-gripping and pulling on her nipple.

"Quiet baby... stay quiet..." I said to her. "It's just Daddy. Just Daddy feeling up his little girl... His bad little girl... and her wet cunt... daddy likes her wet cunt... yes... he will lick it again soon... yes Daddy likes her cunt..."

"It's your cunt, Daddy," Erin whispered. "Do whatever you want, Daddy... but don't stop... fuck me anywhere I don't care, Daddy... even If you marry Lorrie, just fuck me sometimes."

I rubbed her cunt harder, squishing around in all her pussy drippings. I grabbed her other tit and squeezed it hard.

"That's a good girl... you like me squeezing your tits?"

"Yes Daddy... they've been bad."

"You and Payton getting it on?"

"Yes daddy, she licks me all the time. We shower together, and I pee on her tits in the shower. You should see us Daddy... you should pee on her tits, too... oh god! shit shit shit shit! I'm cumming daddy cumming so good oh shit oh shit!"

Erin soaked my hand with her juices. I slipped my drenched middle finger right up her butthole as she continued cumming.

Erin turned around and began to kneel down in front of me, to suck my fully raging cock. I stopped her, though, and held out my wet hand. She licked it clean of herself and swallowed everything she could.

"I might need this later, I hope!" I said as I patted my cock.

I hoisted up her pants, patted her bum, and sent her on her way. I returned to the lounge a few minutes later, nobody seemed to notice. I took my shower.

I came from my shower and met Erin again, who handed me a nice cold Coors Light.

"Well thanks, darlin!"

She smiled. "Some of us were thinking, maybe we might go back down to see the boys and girls for dinner. You know, help them out with their first meal and stuff."

Nice plan, Erin! What a good girl she is...

"Well, who's going? I'm kind of beat, but I don't know if I like the idea of us separating, especially at night."

Truth was, Zach had been pretty calm lately, we seemed to have killed most of them in town.

But I had to make it look good.

"Well, I'm going," said Erin. "And I'm not drinking. I've got my AR, the suppressed 22, my 1911, my blade. The rest of us will be armed also. We'll be good!" She winked at me.

"Well maybe I should go with you--" I started.

"Naw, you stay here. Besides, I think Gayle isn't feeling well. Lorrie's going to stay with her. We need you up here to hang."

I thought about it for a few moments, hoping to make it look good. "Well, I guess it's settled then!"

Erin and I did go over plans and rules. I wasn't too concerned, but I didn't want anything stupid to happen. And you can always count on Zach to make things stupid.

- - -

We all said goodbye to each other as the group went to down to visit the Masters and Johnson Hardware store.

"Gayle, are you not feeling well?" I asked.

"Oh, just a little headache. Nothing serious. I'm going to rest in my room, I think."

"I was going to make us some dinner, I'll send you in a plate?"

"Sounds good," she replied as she ambled off. A few minutes later, Lorrie stepped out. She looked great in her khaki shorts and t-shirt.

"Would you care to dine with me, young lady?" I made an exaggerated bow.

"Oh my!" Lorrie replied in her best fake southern accent. "Well aren't you just a dear man? I would love to!"

I picked up the southern drawl, too. I mean, I'm from Texas so I have some of one already, but I exaggerated it. "Well darlin, I happened to be shopping today, and I picked out a little something that I reckon just might fit. Would you like to try it?"

"You are too kind, sir! I would just be delighted! I mean, after all, what kind of dinner outfit is one with blood on it?"

We walked to my room, I opened the box for her. She gasped as she held up the dress.

"It's, it's beautiful! Where on earth did you..."

"Now darlin, that's not important. What is important is that dinner is in one hour, and I don't want to see hide nor hair of you until then! Now, git along!"

I handed her the footwear and shooed her out of the room. I had things to do!

Within the next hour, I whipped up some freeze dried beef stroganoff, canned corn, and honest-to-god Bisquick Biscuits! Then I perked myself up a little, shaved, put on my best shirt and some of that Drakkar Noir they found. I looked pretty good, if I must say so.

In precisely one hour, Lorrie made her entrance. And what an entrance!

The dress, black. The design, bare shoulders, with about one-inch straps that crisscrossed over Lorrie's ample cleavage. Tight around her stomach, flowing over her hips, and ending just above her knees. Her bare legs stretched down to her satin black stiletto 3 inch heels. Her rich brown hair tumbled over her shoulder in its naturally wavy way. Just a little makeup to highlight her eyes and some lip gloss to make her lips shiny.

I couldn't speak. My jaw actually dropped.

Lorrie walked towards me, stopped, and did a turn a few feet away from me.

"Well?" she asked, softly. "Do I look okay?"

Gayle watched from the hallway, her hands clasped and her eyes shone with pride.

"Lorrie. Good God! I've never seen anyone, anything, so striking!"

"I almost didn't wear it, but mom made me."

Gayle gave a little wave at that point. "Good night you two!" She retired to her room.

"Well, uh..." I stammered. She actually had me flustered! "How about I escort you to the lounge where we can have a cocktail."

She went into her southern accent again.

"Why, sir! You know that the legal age for alcoholic beverages is 21!"

"Darlin', if we see a peace officer, I shall turn myself in! Until then, I think we'll be alright."

I pulled out the necklace and earrings I looted, err, scavenged, and placed the silver necklace around her neck, my hands lingering on her soft skin. She put in the matching earrings and admired herself in the mirror.

"I never thought, I didn't think that this was ever possible again! I feel like royalty or something!"

Chuckling, I slipped my arm around her warm waist as she snuggled close. I made us some Grey Goose gimlets over ice. It's a simple drink, just vodka and Rose's lime juice, but it's honest and to the point.

We sipped our drinks, told each other funny little stories, talked about old times. The thing was, she had a way of making me seem interesting. But it wasn't forced, she seemed excited about what I had to say. She was either very good at this, or she actually cared. I was hoping it was that she cared.

She ran a plate of food back to Gayle, then we ate our dinner with a chilled chardonnay. I find white wine to be very tongue-loosening, and so did Lorrie. She told me stories of near-misses with boys; tons of boyfriends but most were scared of her or too stupid to know what to do.

"But what about college? There had to be some 'men' in your classes?"

"Well," she began. "There were some interesting prospects, for sure. And one professor who already promised me an 'A' if I would sleep over. But it just wasn't clicking yet. And then, well, all this shit came down..." She waved her hand at the offensive outside world.

"What about you, why is there no Missus around?"

"Well, there was one. She had trouble remembering she was married, though. Since then... just haven't found the right one, I guess."

"And what bout now?" asked Lorrie. "You don't seem to be having any female problems right now."

"Ha! No, not really."

"Who's your favorite?"

"Oh no darlin, I'm not going to answer that one!"

"Oh why not? What about my mom?"

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."

"You haven't kissed me yet..." her voice trailed off. "Aren't I, pretty enough?" She leaned forward earnestly. She really wanted an answer. But I was having a hard time concentrating with all her tit flesh and cleavage poking through the top of her dress.

"Lorrie," I began. "You're the prettiest girl here. Prettiest girl anywhere, actually! I just, well, you were injured, and then your Mom and everything."

"Ah yes. Mom. You know, Michael, with some practice I could be as good as her in bed, I'm sure! I've watched lots of videos, and, ohmygod I should shut up! I'm so embarrassed!"

I stood up and held out my hand to her. Grabbing the remote, I clicked on some soft music, this old 70s group called 'Ambrosia'.

I slid my hands to her waist as hers clasped around my neck. We swayed gently for a few moments, and I pulled her closer to me.

Her body melted into mine, her massive chest pressed into mine. Her hair smelled delicious, some rosy shampoo. While everyone takes showers, usually we smell a little rank as we're working hard killing Zeds. But now, with Lorrie, she just smelled like heaven.

My cock began to twitch. And to fill up.

"Uh... excuse me for a second babe." I had to reach in and adjust my cock as it was growing in an uncomfortable position. "All better now."

"You get, hard that fast? I'm sorry, that's so personal..."

"No it's okay. And yes, with you pressing up against me, yes I get hard very fast."

I pulled her in tighter so our pelvises contacted.

"Nice, Michael," she whispered.

I slid my hand down her back, tracing her scar.

"You seem all healed up."

"Yes, thanks to you. You saved my life, you really did."

Lorrie leaned up and kissed my cheek and lingered for a moment. I turned slightly and met her lips with mine. Oh god, she was so soft and warm. She opened her mouth slightly as I did, and we tested and tasted each other. My right hand came up and I lightly traced her jawline with a couple of my fingers.

After a few moments, our lips parted. But I pressed my forehead to hers, maintaining a very intimate stance.

"Hey," I whispered.

"Hey," she whispered back.

"I like this. I like you. A lot."

Lorrie pulled me to her and kissed me hard, her mouth working me over. Her hot tongue licked my upper lip, then darted inside my mouth. I tried to wrestle her tongue with mine as our passion increased. I grabbed both her ass cheeks full on and grinded my cock into her. She responded with a little gasp, and then proceeded to suck my tongue.

I could get lost in this girl.

 

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