Sasha and Andrew: After the 1st Kill (closed)

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(This is a sex scene that is part of a bigger story: link. It is being written separately so as to not hinder the progress of the game. It begins at a post that I will add here in a moment.)



Sasha Michaels

In the garage's ladies room, I strip off my clothes until I am standing there in the buff. Valerie was right: I have blood and flesh from the Zeeks all over me. I knew there had been some, but not like this. It sticks to my hair, neck, arms, even my legs.

How bad had that fight been?

I realize that my hands are trembling again as the memories come back to me. I blew a Zeek's head open with the shotgun. I shot another one in the chest as it burst through the wall, coming to eat me.

Andrew saved me.

Andrew saved me from being eaten alive by monsters.

I'd been attracted to him before this, of course. Hell, he's a good looking man. And I've seen him with his shirt off. Nice bod'. And I've slept with him, sort of. That night in the car had been hard. I'd been tempted to fuck him then and there. But, I hadn't really known him.

Now I feel like I know him just plenty.

I turn on the water in the shower that Frank put in after I started working here. (The old grouch had told me to use the one in the men's bathroom, but the first time he walked in on me, his niece, while I was partially undressed, he immediately had Pablo build me one. Little did Uncle Frank know that I'd set him up to see me like that. I've never seen someone turn so red!)

I hear a knock at the door. I call out, "It's okay, come on in."

As the door open, I am just stepping into the shower:


"Andrew, will you be a doll and help me get all this shit off me?" I ask as the water begins to flow over my skin and wet my hair to my back. "Close the door behind you. Keep the heat in."

I paused just inside the door, Sasha stood with her back to me, water just starting to cascade down a sexy-as-hell back and of course that ass that Pablo had mentioned and which I had noticed...repeatedly. Her words registered on a level and I pulled the door closed and realized that I had drawn the door shut with me on the outside.

Mentally I cursed myself as I slipped back into the room feeling rather foolish. I found myself looking at Sasha's clothing and saw a few tears along with the various stains on them. But why would she ask me to come help her clean up? Wouldn't Valerie be a better option? But Sasha had also mentioned that she liked Valerie, but she did not like Valerie like that. Could that mean?

I realized that I was staring again, I mentally shook myself and approached the shower. "Looks like you got more than a spot of ice cream."

Had it really been that close? I looked at myself and realized that she wasn't the only one with gunk on her. I pause, not exactly sure what to do, it was practically the first time a woman ever asked me to help or maybe even join her in a shower.

I'm not facing you as the door closes, a bit embarrassed about how forward I am being. I'm not a slut. Sure, I've had some one night stands, and I've started some lasting relationships with a fuck the first night. But I'm no slut.

When I turn to look at you, you aren't there. What the hell?

But then, you open the door again and step back inside. I smile wide, realizing that you must be shocked as hell by me.

"Take your clothes off and join me, Andrew," I say, pulling my long wet hair back away from my face. "You got gunk all over you, too."

As I run my hands over my skin in an attempt to wash away some of the day, I turn to face you, giving you a full look at my firm C cups, my narrow waist, my narrow 'landing strip', and my fit, slightly-muscular legs.

"I'll wash your back," I say, looking you up and down, "and you can wash mine."

"Uhm...of...of course. Preserving water and all that right?"

I manage to get out of my shirt, crouching down to untie and unhook my boots, not sure where to look. It was quite clear that Sasha knew she had an awesome body. She didn't flaunt it, but she sure knew how to move it and the water coursing in rivulets over her skin didn't really help to keep my eyes from roving over her body.

I knew I wasn't a slouch, mechanic work and a basic workout program had kept me in shape. Of course I wouldn't turn heads on the beach, but I didn't have to be ashamed either. I realised that the same condition had arisen as the previous evening. I couldn't help it, in fact I doubt any man would if confronted with the image I were witnessing right then.

Taking a breath to settle nerves, I took the bull the horns or in this case, my jeans and underwear. I stepped out of the clothing and took the few steps towards the shower, erection clear and present, causing a slight blush in my neck.

I fear for a moment that Andrew might not join me. He'd already stepped outside once. I don't know it was because I had told him to close the door behind him and maybe he'd misunderstood, thinking I wanted him to leave. And now, his hesitation is making think I must look like the slut I swear I'm not.

Thankfully, Andrew begins removing his clothes. I turn into the shower, taking my eyes off him, to give the impression that I'm sort of 'so-so' about seeing him naked. In reality, I'm dying to see his body as it's exposed to me. I finally can't take it and, pulling my hair back again, half turn to give Andrew a profile view of my curves as I look to his body.

And to his groin.

My god!

I've seen bigger cocks, but I've also seen FAR more smaller ones. And Andrew's...? It's fucking hard as a rock and pointing right at me as if to guide him the right direction. I look up to find his face noticeably red. I smile at his embarrassment and waggle the fingers of one hand at him.

"No need to be shy," I say. "Join me."

As he nears, I reach out to take one of his hands and urge him into the flow of warm water. I turn him face into it and immediately begin running the bar of soap over his body with one hand while the other caressing over his skin.

"We might not have many of these showers left, if the water pressure gives out," I tell him. "We should take advantage of them while they last."

I look down to his muscular ass. Fuck! Andrew's a fit man. Not one of those conceited, hard body, 5% body fat kind of jerks at the gym who think that all they have to do is tell me high to get me to part my thighs. But he's definitely fit below that light layer of natural 'winter fat'. I'm trying to keep my hands in appropriate areas of his body, as if I don't already know that we're gonna be fucking in a couple of minutes.

But it's hard. Just like his cock. I can already feel it inside me. 'Not a slut', I remind myself.

"You have a nice body, Andrew," I tell him softly as I let the bar of soap slide down his back to one ass cheek. I soap it up, switch the bar to the other hand, and as I repeat the soaping there, the other hand caresses the suds over the small of his back, his hip, his ass cheek. "Why don't you have a girl friend?"

As I listen to his answer and finish his other cheek, I reach out to press the bar into one of his hands. I tell him to do my back and turn away from him.

Her telling me to not be shy, didn't help much for the blush, but when she touched me, I felt a strong tingle run through my body and centering...well everybody knows where. I wanted to pinch myself, I came here yesterday (only two days ago??) Looking for a job. And here I am in a shower with one of the hottest women I have seen in person.

I almost moaned when she ran her hands down my back, not because it was sensual, but because it felt like heaven on my tense muscles. Her "washing" of my butt did place things more into place for the scenario.

"T...thanks, I blame the stairs to my flat."

I gave a light chuckle, we both knew it took a bit more than that.

"Well I rarely go anywhere, so meeting new people is a very rare occurrence. Also being a gamer, who loves camping and still struggling to find a steady job, does seem to cut into that romance."

I turned around with the soap and after moving her hair out of the way, I started lathering up her back, I loved her smooth skin, I could feel her own tense muscles as well and focused some attention on them, before moving my way downwards. I cupped her firm ass in my hands, rubbing the suds all over it. This image of course didn't help to soften my erection at all and I got the idea that it wasn't the idea after all.

"You have a very lovely body yourself." I mentioned as my hands slowly slid back upwards over her back.

The feel of Andrew's hands upon my backside is very pleasing. When was the last time a man had done this to me ... treated me so softly? I can't even remember. I practically purr at the feeling, and when his hands move to my ass cheeks, I literally moan softly with delight as I lean forward to press my forearms and splayed fingers against the stainless steel shower wall, my back arching to make my ass's curves even more prominent to Andrew's eyes, should he be looking.

"You have a very lovely body yourself."

I hesitate before responding, chuckling a bit. "I would blame it on the stairs to my flat, too ... except, I live on the first floor."

I turn slowly around to face Andrew, grasping the hand with the soap bar and lifting it to my sternum where I encourage him to begin soaping my breasts and their nipples, now hardened with excitement.

"To be honest," I say with a sultry tone, "I blame it on my need to have men stare at it. I like the attention of men, Andrew."

I reach both hands out, one to grasp his cock while the other cups his ball sack. I begin to gently squeeze and stroke his erection while gently kneading his gonads. I smile up to the six inches taller man, asking, "Do I have you attention, Andrew?"

Her breasts were full and firm under my hands, the nipples brushed firmly against my soapy fingers. I sure as hell loved looking at her ass, her body overall would be deemed noteworthy no matter where she went. Being a bit more of a breast man, getting her C cups in my hands, caused my erection to grow to a level I haven't felt in years.

I wasn't sure which were more mesmerizing, her hands on my genitals or that sultry, almost burning look in her eyes when she looked at me. I squeezed her breasts, not too hard, just enough to feel them form and slip underneath my slippery fingers, my thumbs and forefingers finding her nipples and gently squeezed them as her hand massaged my balls.

"You have my attention. All of it."

Which was true, I swear that somebody could walk in right then and I would be hard pressed to notice them. Even now I am not sure what came over me, I never took the lead, never took the first step. Perhaps it was something I wanted to have done for a long while, perhaps it was the fact that she held the most vulnerable part of me in her hands.

I don't know.

But what I do know is that she tasted wonderful when I leaned in and kissed her.

As Andrew leaned in to kiss me, I pressed my lips full onto his own in a passionate kiss. Our mouths seemed as if made for one another, and as our hands got more 'busy' upon one another's personal regions, our lips and tongues reassured each other that this thing between us was going to get hotter.

Unfortunately, it was the ONLY thing that was getting hotter.

With one of Frank's powerful battery operated lamps providing ample lighting in the bathroom, I'd sort of forgotten that there was no electric in the building until the water spraying down upon us began to go noticeably colder.

"We don't have much time," I whisper, breaking off the kiss. I pull back, pressing -- and wincing -- as my warm flesh contacts the cooler stainless steel of the shower wall. I pull Andrew closer, lift a knee, and direct his hand to the back of my thigh. "I want you in me."

I grab the hand rails on the walls to my left and right for additional support, but I'm sure that if Andrew clasps my thighs and presses into me, we'll be able to pull this off safely enough. Am I going to fast? Maybe he's not ready to fuck? I can only hope he wants me as badly as I want him.

Much to my pleasant surprise, she kissed me back. Fucking hell, could this get any hotter? A beautiful woman with the perfect amount of tit, an almost perfect body, with my cock and balls in her hands were kissing me like she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.

I wasn't sure when that had come into play, it wasn't her ass against my erection the previous evening. I am quite sure about that, it had to be somewhere this morning. I bet that a behavioral scientist would be able to figure it out.

Of course that wasn't what I was thinking right then, I had more of my focus on her hard nipples, her wet, slippery tongue and hot breath, than on anything else.

I had to admit that I felt kind of disappointed when she drew away, but not for long as she presented herself to me, urging me to fill her. That about answered any questions there could have been about her wanting me. I mean, my interest was quite clearly and now proudly on display.

I moved close, using a hand to guide my cock towards her most intimate folds. I groaned softly as I entered her, she was tight and it felt wonderful to feel her stretch around my cock as I slowly invaded her. I slid my hands to her thighs and held her firmly as I started to thrust slowly inside her.

I loved the sounds that escaped from her and the way her body moved as I started to increase the pace. She was right, we didn't have much time.

The water from the shower head was noticeably cooling, and I should have told Andrew to reach behind himself and turn the flow off. But the sound of the liquid splashing upon the shower floor, either before or after it struck out naked bodies, was going to be necessary to cover the sounds of our love making. Oh, I wasn't a screamer or anything like that. But within a dozen plunges of his cock into my tightness, Andrew's grunts and my sharp cries were beginning to echo off the stainless steel walls of the shower.

I grasped the hand bars on either side of me desperately and wrapped my legs around Andrew's waist as I begged him, "Faster ... oh fuck, faster!"

As I realized that my cries were becoming too loud, I reached a hand quickly up to my newest lover's neck and pulled him in close to me. I tried to smother my sound and his in a passionate kiss, but the pleasure building within me was becoming overwhelming. I buried my face, or more specifically my opened mouth, into Andrew's neck.

"Finish me!" I begged, pulling my lips from his wet flesh for only a brief moment, adding, "Fuck, Andrew! Finish me!"

I couldn't believe how quickly he was pushing me toward orgasm. Was it the drama of the end of the world? Or was Andrew's cock 'servicing' me perfectly, touching me in a way most men couldn't or simply wouldn't? Or was he just that fucking good at reading what I needed?

I didn't know. In fact, I wasn't even thinking about it at the moment, though, later I would. Right now, my only thought was that I was just seconds away from a massive blowup, a climax I desperately needed. I tightened my legs around Andrews waist, wrapped both hands around his torso, and pressed my face again into the crook of his neck...

...and EXPLODED in ecstasy!

The orgasm erupted throughout my entire body, and I cried out in ecstasy with my mouth pressed firmly against the flesh of Andrew's neck. Most of my exclamation was dampened, but ... would I be heard by the others down the hall and out in the garage or office? Again, not what I was thinking at the moment.

The euphoria surging through me was incredible, overwhelming. I lost myself in it for the longest time: ten seconds, twenty, more? Again, couldn't know. I simply clasped myself around Andrew, holding on for dear life as the waves of pleasure flashed through my body...

...and then, as I began coming down from that high peak, I began to relax against Andrew, spent, still trembling throughout, chest rising and falling rapidly with almost gasping breaths. Fuck...! I hadn't cum that hard in ... fuck, I don't know how long. A LONG time.

I look up into Andrew's face, and I start giggling...

I'm so happy at this moment in time, even with the world coming to an end just beyond the cinder block wall to my left...

When she wrapped her legs around my waist, I slid my hands to her firm ass, gripping tightly as she urged me on. I knew I wasn't going to last long, its just been way too long and the tightness of her pussy walls around my cock didn't help either. Neither did her moans and exclamations of ecstasy, I pushed her against the wall, leaning into her and her hungry kiss. Already my orgasm was building up as I plunged into her depths.

She urged me on once more, asking for more. Her lips against my skin muffled most of her sounds, but enough escaped to turn me on beyond anything I had felt before and I responded by thrusting as hard and fast as I could go without losing my footing,

I felt my own orgasm building to a point, I didn't want to cum before her and luckily my subconscious fear were laid to rest when her body spasmed against my own, her walls clamping down like a vice on my invading cock and tugged wetly at it.

I clamped my mouth shut as my own groan of pleasure escaped from me, vaguely I wondered if I should have pulled out, or maybe should have voiced some warning, but that voice drowned in the pleasure of my orgasm as I emptied myself inside of Sasha.

We stayed locked in the erotic embrace for a while as I tried to catch my breath and of course get some steadiness back to my knees. I looked at her, if I hadn't felt her body convulse against mine, haven't felt the explosive air of her exclamation against my throat, just that look on her face would have been enough to tell me that she did indeed just have an immense orgasm.

And that giggle, if this had been any normal day, any other place or time, he was sure he would have tossed her on a bed and fucked her again, just for giving him that smile and giggling that giggle. He smiled at her and realized his back growing cold from the water. He reached behind him and shut off the water.

"Help me ... down," I manage between still deep breaths. After Andrew aids me back to my feet -- my toes cringing at the cold stainless steel -- I tell him reluctantly, "We need ... to get back out there. Before we're missed."

Odds are, some of the others already suspect we're back here doing something that shouldn't be getting gone by two people who only met one another the day before during a zombie apocalypse. Valerie knows, of course, though she might think Andrew and I are only flirting, maybe making out. Does she suspect that we just drove one another to orgasm under the streaming shower water? We're acquaintances, not yet full fledged friends. She doesn't know me enough to know whether or not I would do something like this.

As I watch Andrew exit the shower and snatch up one of the hand towels we pillaged from the ice cream shop, I think to myself Even I don't know myself enough to know whether or not I would do something like this. Now that it's over, I'm a bit shocked at what just happened. Oh sure, I've had one night stands. And I've fucked guys on the first date. But this? The world is coming to an end; the last three men on the planet who I may ever know before I die are my Uncle, a co-worker (who is hot but just not my type), and this man who I only met yesterday but whose swimmers are now searching my fallopians for the promised land.

Thank god for birth control, I think. Last thing I need while I'm running for my life from Zeeks is morning sickness.

And what about Frank and Pablo? My uncle's kinda blind when it comes to my personal life. Oh, he loves me and I love him, but outside of me lubing and oiling his customer's cars, he doesn't really get that involved in my life. And Pablo, well, we knew almost from the moment we met that nothing was going to ever happen between us. But, that doesn't mean he isn't out there right now, curious about the location of his hot fellow mechanic and the new guy who wasn't even hired before the world came to an end. (Yeah, yeah ... I called myself hot. Deal with it.)

"I enjoyed that," I finally say softly, waiting for Andrew to turn and look at me. I'm smiling to him, dabbing a towel at my body, the cloth hiding my womanly features but only barely. "Thank you, Andrew."

I listen to his response, then tell him, "You should go out first. Gimme a minute."

I need to take a wet cloth to the meeting of my thighs, where a mix of Andrew's cum and my own lubricant is noticeably warming my flesh. Plus, it wouldn't be good for us both to emerge from the bathroom hallway together after being gone for so long.

She didn't seem upset about my cum inside her, in fact she seemed like a contend woman. I let her down and managed to make it out of the shower without my knees buckling. When last did I have an orgasm that intense? Not one in that I can remember.

I turned to her when she said she had enjoyed it, even as she toweled herself dry, I had to keep myself reigned in. I was sure that I would not forget this any time soon if ever. I shook my head slightly, "I'm the one who should be thanking you." I gave her a slight smile, "In fact, I think I will, but not in words."

I felt loathe to get back into my soiled clothes, of course there hadn't been much washing, but I did feel cleaner than when I came into the room. I slipped on my underwear and jeans, slipping on my socks and boots, finally pulling my shirt back on. I turned to the door, ready to leave, but I paused and looked back at Sasha one more time. Hot damn.

"Perhaps...!" I say suddenly, not wanting Andrew to leave quite so quickly. I'm suddenly unsure of whether or not I care that the others know or just suspect the two of us are in here fucking. But, it's not really any of their business, so I finish, "...we should keep this between us for now. Is that okay?"

I reach for a wash rag hanging over one of the hand rails, then hesitate, blushing. "Hey, I, um ... I need to clean up ... you know, down there. And I really don't want you watching me, so..."

I make a twirly, turn-your-back gesture to Andrew, then ask, "What's with the tattoo. I was going to ask you about it earlier, but ... well ... I wanted to fuck you instead."

I laugh, then blush again. I demand, "Turn!"

After he turns and begins telling me about his tattoo, I use the already-wet rag to wipe away the bodily fluids leaking from my pussy.

"Well I am not some cave man who is going to brag to his buddies over bark berry beer."

I grinned and felt that sharp pang when she asked about the tattoo. It had been something I didn't have to talk about for years and the sudden reminder spoiled my good mood slightly. Absent mindedly I touched the spot on my shoulder, "It is in memory of Danny. He used to be my best...my only friend."

I looked at the door in front of me, "When I left for enlistment, he told me that when I came back a war hero, we would get drunk and get matching tattoos, just to show the world that friendships lasted and spanned all kinds of preconception ideas of society."

I take a breath, "Instead I came back a disgrace. Medically unfit. And I returned to a hometown which held no Danny. He had been killed in that shoot-out in Cleveland. He was visiting his grandmother."

I glanced at Sasha and gave her a sad little smile, "So I got roaring drunk, got the same tattoo in the same place we had discussed. Every time I see it, it reminds me that I have no right to judge, I have no right to put myself first and it is my duty to do anything I can to help my fellow man."

I pat the tattoo, "I have always been sure that Danny would have liked that."

I open the door and leave the room, closing the door gently behind me.

I peek back over my shoulder at Andrew, surprised by his story. It isn't at all what I'd expected to hear. When he turns to look at me, I give him the same twirly hand gesture again and wait for him to turn again before I return to cleaning my snatch of our fluids.

Andrew finishes his story, saying his friend would have liked that he'd gotten his tattoo. I tell him with a sincere tone, "I think he would have, Andrew. You did him right."

We exchange a smile, and Andrew leaves. I rinse the rag and finish cleaning myself. I don't have anymore street clothes, so I don my panties and a pair of clean coveralls. I don't put my shoes on after realizing they have blood on them. I soak them and set them aside to dry. I check my face, contemplating make up. But ... I don't know ... it just doesn't seem necessary anymore. The world is dying, I have a hot lover now, and it ... well, it just seems moot.

I pull my hair back into a tight pony tail and head out. I run into Valerie. Looking to the men, I whisper, "Do they know? Did they ... did you, you know--"

"Hear you screaming out in ecstasy ... as that hunk was pummeling your pussy with wild abandon?" Valerie asks in a low voice.

My face explodes in a fierce blush. I feel like I am literally on fire. Valerie laughs loudly. The guys all look our way for a moment, then go back to whatever it is that they are doing.

Valerie leans in close. "They are oblivious. Well, except for Andrew, of course. But if he doesn't know what just happened, you were doing it wrong. Don't worry about it."

She pats me reassuringly, then heads off to shower. I warn Valerie that there is no hot water, to which she only laughs. I look back to the men for a moment. They are making beds. Where did the mattresses come from? No, not mattresses; pads, from the booths at the ice cream shop. Pablo -- or maybe even Pablo and Valerie -- must have gone back over while Andrew and I were fucking. Nice. Dangerous, but nice.

I make eye contact with Andrew and give him a small smile. I'm conflicted about the day. I very nearly got killed today. Killed and eaten, by Zeeks. And then the day ended with one of the most intense orgasms I'd had in all my life. How the fuck am I supposed to feel about that?

I eat some of the food we'd pillaged before laying down in the office. Valerie joins me later, tells me the watch schedule, and tells me to get some sleep. My last thought is of how quiet the town beyond the windows is now that there was no traffic or pedestrians. I fall asleep to the distant sound of some building burning...

OOC: This concludes the Sasha/Andrew scene, please click here

OOC: something went wrong with Tertius's link in the post above. To return to the spot in TertiusHuman and ManInTheLoft's game where this sex thread began, go to this thread and scroll down to the last paragraph of post #23, where this sex thread began.

There's an easier way to get directly to #23 but I don't know how to do it. I'm a doctor, Jim! Not a computer programmer!

(I always loved the original 'Bones', and I'm not talking about the currently running television series of the same name. If you don't know either of these 'Bones' references, I pity you. )