"Date Night Underneath" (Underneath: 2048) -- closed

(OOC: This is a 1x1 thread involving Wes McCann and Kimmie Simms.)

12 August 2048:

Date night with Wes was supposed to have happened two nights ago, and Kimmie was just about burning up with a powerful lust for the big man who had only come into her life, well, four days ago, dammit!

She'd spent 12 hours in a quarantine fish bowl peeking over at Wes as he sat in the adjacent one with her sister. He'd saved Polly from a gruesome combined death of exposure aggravated by snake bite, and to be honest, Kimmie had made up her mind that she was going to mount that man's cock even before she'd gotten out of that transparent walled cell.

Two days she'd waited for this, though. Two nights in a row she'd been called on for Topside Watch because the assigned person couldn't make it for one reason or another. Not today, though. She'd gone to Peter, Head of Security, and told him flat out that if she got stuck with an unexpected shift tonight she was going to shoot someone. And when Kimmie told you she was going to kill someone, most people at least figured that some quantity of blood would flow, even if it wasn't a fatal amount.

She showered with the last of her stash of perfumed, moisturizing soap and nearly finished off her little refillable bottle of shampoo, which she'd gotten in trade from another of the women who'd needed some makeup that Kimmie had but would never use. In regards to makeup, Kimmie didn't use much. She had naturally radiant skin with soft pink in the cheeks. About the only real prissying she ever did was giving her golden brown hair a bit of lightening.

Clothes were a problem, though. She hadn't brought much with her to Underneath in the first place, and most of it was what would be termed Tomboy Chic. She had plenty of denim and cotton in her wardrobe but not a lot of silk or lace. But then, none of the boys or men who'd taken a fancy for Kimmie had done so because they wanted to see her with her clothes on.

Hopefully Wes was going to be similar to the others. Kimmie donned a camouflage tank top with a black sports bra underneath, a pair of old, worn, torn, faded blue jean shorts, and her favorite pair of cowboy boots. Even though this outfit, which she wore often as she didn't have much else, turned heads of all the men and even some of the women, Kimmie thought the only part of it that was truly sexy was the black pair of boy shorts underneath, the only item in her entire wardrobe that had a lick of lace on it.

She was waiting in the Saloon when Wes entered, and standing to await him, she stood on her tippy toes to hug him around the neck and give him another one of her soft, warm kisses on the lips before pulling back and sitting at the small table.

"New clothes, I see," she said, ogling the body that was better shown off in this new used set of clothes. She smiled and winked, telling him, "Don't know if I want the other girls seeing you so hot to trot, though."

Wes had to admit, despite the anticipation , he also was a tad nervous about his date with Kimmie tonight. Wes hadn't been on a date in a couple years, and aside from the nights at the farm in Iowa with Vanessa, he hadn't had sex in almost as long, and that had been months ago.

Not that it was a foregone conclusion that the date would end in sex...part of him hoped it would, but he had no expectations...but if it did, he wanted it to be good for both of them. Kimmie had already stated that she wasn't the kind to settle with just one guy, and he didn't want to be forgettable.

Honestly, he had never been a casual sex kind of guy in the past. He'd always been in serious relationships when sex was involved, aside from the month-long tryst with Vanessa. He had no illusions that Kimmie would suddenly end up smitten with him and want to end up in a monogamous relationship..after all, they'd only known each other a few days, and she'd already stated she wasn't the type...but the idea of having her all to himself did have appeal.

Still, with the scenario they were in, monogamy was probably a bit of a naively altruistic notion. He knew he was going through the same old habits, overthinking things, rather than letting things proceed naturally. Tonight was about having fun, and being in the moment...tomorrow and every day after? Well, we would see how things went. No conditions, no expectations.

Wes showered, shaved and got dressed. The clothes he had weren't fancy...bluejeans, a sleeveless white t-shirt, and a short sleeve green button up shirt over it. Casual attire.

He picked up his sketch pad. Inside, already torn from the book, was the picture he'd drawn of Kimmie, that he planned on giving her as a present. It actually was one of his better works...his knack for photorealism had captured her playful spirit and it was nearly a perfect likeness of the beautiful lady he would be seeing this evening. He hoped she'd like it.

With a deep breath to calm himself, he left Men's Berthing, and headed to the Saloon. She was already there, and as he entered and approached her, she stood, wrapping her arms around his neck, and giving him one of those warm, inviting kisses that he'd been thinking about over the past two days.

"I could get used to this," he thought, as he kissed her back.

They separated and sat together at the small table.

"New clothes, I see," Kimmie said, her eyes seeming to give him an appreciative once-over, then smiling and winking as she continued, "Don't know if I want the other girls seeing you so hot to trot, though."

He chuckled, unable to help from blushing a bit. "No worries there," he replied, "I've never been much of a 'babe-magnet. Present company excluded, of course. You look amazing, " he said, smiling at her as he added, "Besides, my dance card is full. I've already been claimed for the evening."

He set his sketch pad on the table, opening it, and removing the drawing of Kimmie he'd created. Somewhat shyly, he said, "I have a present for you."

He slid the drawing across the table to her face down. "It's just something I drew. I hope you like it."

He watched her, as she smiled, and picked up the paper, turning it around, and looking at it. Her eyes widened in surprise as she viewed her own image on the page, and Wes held his breath, hoping he hadn't overstepped or made things weird...

"I could get used to this," Wes responded to Kimmie's welcoming kiss.

She giggled as she pulled back to occupy their seats, playfully quipping, "Well, someone already thinks he's getting a second date."

She was kidding, of course. Kimmie had every hope that the two of them would have a nice date and would do so again. And she had every hope that if that one went well enough, that maybe it would end with sex. She didn't think tonight would result in the two of them getting naked in a fuck'n'suck room.

But when he handed her the page from the sketch book and she found herself looking at herself, Kimmie was simply so overcome with emotion, emotions, many or all of them all wrapped up together, that she almost unconsciously whispered, "Well, someone's getting laid tonight."

She stared at the drawing for the longest moment, and she found herself simply amazed at not just that Wes had captured her image so incredibly or that he'd taken the time to do it, but that he'd done so with so little up close and personal face time with her. He'd caught every little feature of her face that in the past men, and even some women, had made comment on.

Kimmie could feel her heart beating faster with excitement over this man. As she'd been looking at the drawing and as she was now looking at Wes, she struggled to remember the last time a man had given her a gift with such meaning as this. She would realized later, after hours of thought on the subject, that there had never been a man to do this for her, ever.

And that made Kimmie nervous. Because she wanted to fuck this man so terribly right now that she could already feel her boy shorts getting wet, and yet that sort of approach to men was exactly why she Kimmie had been single all her life.

In contract to Wes's history, Kimmie had never pursued let alone had a long term relationship. Was she even capable of having one, she would wonder over this evening and likely beyond. Did she want one? She was finding herself conflicted, and that made her nervous.

Suddenly, Kimmie felt her eyes glazing over with threatening tears. She blinked them away, looked to Wes, chuckled self consciously, then asked him with humor in her tone, "So, who is she. She's cute and all, but, I dunno, is she really the type of girl you'd want to take home to your mother?"

Wes inwardly winced at the mention of his mother. Kimmie couldn't have known that it wasn't that long ago he'd discovered his parents' deaths. It was still painful to think about.

Still, after a moment of thinking about his mother, and looking at Kimmie, he said, "Well, I never had any girlfriends or even dates when I lived at home. I think she would have been thrilled to have had me bring anyone home with me, much less someone as lovely as the lady in that picture."

"Of course, Willa would have teased me to hell and back too, in those days, instead of encouraging me to go out on a date like now," he said, chuckling. "Funny how things change, as we get older."

Kimmie noticed the change in Wes's expression when she mentioned his mother and, though she didn't know the story behind the family, she instantly knew she'd touched a nerve better left alone. She'd ask him one day soon about his folks or, better yet, maybe ask Willa who she already knew well.

Hearing him talk about never bringing girls home to mother made Kimmie curious. She knew that Wes had once been bigger than he was now, but she couldn't imagine that he'd been so big as to deter girls from wanting to date him. A little extra stuffing around the middle had never deterred Kimmie, but then she didn't pick out her men by whether or not they would ever grace the front cover of a fashion rag or Sports Illustrated.

"Willa is a doll, Wes," Kimmie said about the man's sister. She talked about some of the fun the two of them had had over their months here. "There's a few years between us, but that never kept us from hanging out together. You'll come to be very proud of her in the days and weeks to come."

Of course, Kimmie should have said in the months and years to come. It wasn't like anyone expected to be leaving Underneath any time soon. This was probably the only safe refuge for a hundred miles, maybe two or three or even a thousand.

Sometimes Kimmie went up and sat in Monitoring and listened in on the Ham radio, and she'd heard first hand or been told second hand about other small communities that survived and in some cases thrived, but always in obscurity. Alice didn't allow the Neathers to talk on the radio. In fact, there wasn't even a mike connected to it, though, Kimmie had heard that their fearless leader had one hidden away some place.

"I've slept with a lot of men in my life," Kimmie suddenly said, no longer able to keep it to herself. "I've slept with more than my share of the men here in Underneath, too. I--"

She hesitated, clearing her throat before sipping at her drink and starting again. "I just thought that you should know that before you got involved with me."

"We all have pasts," Wes said, taking her hands in his, "It's ok"

"Before I came here, I worked on a farm in Iowa for about a month, and ended up in a sexual relationship with a woman who had just lost her husband to the pandemic. She'd cry and call out his name when we were...well. you know. I felt like shit about it. But I never stopped it...I felt like I was taking advantage of her, just because I was lonely. In the end. I think I helped her through her grief, and she made me feel like I wasn't alone in the world."

He continued, "I think we're all broken in some way, searching for something in our lives, and everyone deals with it differently. For me, it was a fear of rejection, that made me throw myself into my work, so I wouldn't get close to people. It just sounds like you just handled your demons differently than I did mine "

He smiled at Kimmie, and said, "Every day is a gift. Especially the way the world is now. Every day is also a chance to start over, if we want to. I worry about the future all the time, but I am just grateful I have a future to worry about." He paused a moment, smiling before adding, "And that I have people around me to share a future with...whether it is for a lifetime, or even for a night."

As Wes talked, Kimmie found herself mesmerized by his obvious intelligence, empathy, and wisdom. How long had it been since she'd known a man like this? Who would such a man have been? Definitely not any of the men who'd had their cock inside her. Dad, she thought to herself. He WAS the man.

She tore her gaze from the man across the table from her and looked around the Saloon. There were nearly a dozen people here, including a couple of guys and one woman she would have preferred not know who she was fucking. Oh, it wasn't about Wes, of course. If she didn't think it would matter, she would have pulled down her shorts and leaned over the table to have him right away.

But it did matter, so she downed the rest of her drink, stood, and loud enough for others to hear her she told him, "It was nice seeing you again, Wes, but I have some work to do. Can we have lunch soon?"

Then as she saw the expression of confusing filling his face, she reached her hand out to shake his and whispered, "Wait 10 minutes, no more, no less, and come to the Meeting Rooms on the next level down."

She didn't know if Wes was familiar with the four rooms off the hall between Family Berthing and the Hygiene Rooms, aka showers. They were mostly used for sex between individuals who typically lived in the less private berthing areas, but they got used by others for other purposes as well. Some of the couples with children used them for sex away from their children. Some attached people used them for sex away from their significant other. Some people used them for other reasons than sex, too, when they simply needed some privacy for whatever they were doing.

There was a hallway that ran down the two sides of the row of rooms, and each room had a door off that hall, so that one person could enter from one side, the other from the second side, and no one prying on the goings on would see. Oh, it wasn't perfect, and people did sometimes get caught sneaking about. But it was a big violation of privacy to be lurking down there, so most people honored the rule.

"Room 2," Kimmie told him, still whispering. "Use the hallway on the Hygiene Room side. The code for the door pad will be 3-3-3."

She studied him for a moment, then finished before leaving, "I need to lay with you so badly, Wes."

Wes was a bit confused by all the subterfuge, but he nodded that he would follow, happy that Kimmie wanted him as much as he'd been wanting her. He watched her leave, waiting a few minutes and drinking his beer. Once finished, he took the two empty bottles and walked to the bar to leave them for the bartender.

The reason for the subterfuge became more apparent, when he approached, hearing two of the guys at the bar talking about how the 'new guy' must have 'struck out' with Kimmie, and how 'that didn't happen often'. He ignored them...when hanging out at Flanagan's with Shane, he'd seen their type before. Gossip wasn't exclusive to only women.

As he turned to leave, the young woman at the bar approached him.

"Looks like you lost your date, big boy...want a new one?" She smiled at him flirtatiously. He found himself blushing again...he would never get used to women flirting with him like this...he'd spent most of his teenage years getting turned down by women like these. She was pretty enough...but she was not Kimmie.

"Sorry. I have to head out too. Duty calls."

The woman pouted, and said, "Your loss, handsome."

Wes smirked a bit, as he walked away...he didn't feel like he'd lost a thing.

He followed Kimmie's instructions, heading down to the next level, and following the hallway that she mentioned, until he came to a door that read "Room Two." There was a keypad by the door, and he typed in 3-3-3, and heard the door unlatch. He knocked on the door, and then slowly opened it, poking his head inside the room.

"Kimmie?"

While its wall paint, some of its furnishings, and the top layer of bedding visible to Kimmie and now Wes were unique to this space, Meeting Room #2 was essentially no different than the other three fuck and suck rooms available to the consenting adults of Underneath: four walls, two doors, and one each of a bed, a small dining table (with two chairs), a shower in the corner (with a toilet and sink, too), and some other miscellany that one might find in a cheap hotel room out in the real and slowly dying world.

What made Meeting Room #2 unique at the moment when Wes entered from the right side door was what was in the middle of that quarter-of-a-century old bed that, somehow, was still comfortable enough and sturdy enough to stand up to a good hard fuck: Kimmie, kneeling in the middle of the mattress, her knees slightly parted, naked as the day she'd been born, and holding the bedding up to the middle of her chest, just barely hiding her nipples and giving hints of the nakedness of her body further below.

"Welcome," was all Kimmie said to the man as she waited for him to close the door behind him. She smiled to him, a bit nervously actually, and once the door automatically clicked lock behind him, she added as she let the bedding drop to expose the balance of her, "I've been expecting you."

Kimmie had a wonderfully shaped body that she'd taken good care of through healthy diet and exercise since she'd first learned that having a wonderfully shaped body could get most girls just about anything they'd wanted. Her flawless form measured out at 34-24-36, with her nearly gravity defying C-cups and their permanently hardened nipples pointing at he man before her as if to say You! Yes, you! We're here for you!

Wes couldn't see it from his current position, but Kimmie's firm, pear shaped ass was just as firm and delicious as were her tits. What he could see once the bedding had fallen and gathered at her knees was the freshly shaved flesh of the downward pointing triangle of her groin and just a hint of the swollen, eager clitoris that was just peeking out from between her already glistening outer labia.

Kimmie sat back on her haunches, smiling in delight at what she anticipated was going to be a wonderful evening, and looking the big man up and down a moment asked softly, "Will you undress and come make love to me, Wes?"

(OOC: I don't have a naked picture of Kimmie, so open this and use your imagination. )

Wes was stunned at the beauty of Kimmie's nude body displayed before him in all its glory. She was so beautiful, that he couldn't even verbally respond to her question, only able to nod in assent. He began to undress, as her eyes watched his every movement.

The sight of her, as well as her hungry gaze upon him, had already caused Wes to become fully erect, and as he removed his boxers, his cock sprang free and at attention. He walked to the bed, as if in a dream, and leaned over, kissing Kimmie lightly at first. Her lips parted for him, and their tongues met and lingered, as he joined her on the bed.

Guiding her body down to the mattress, he lay down beside her, their kisses becoming deeper and more passionate, as he pulled her close, their bodies pressing together urgently...

Kimmie's gaze shifted up and down Wes's body as he stripped, from his face to his bared chest and back up, to his strong legs and back up, and finally to his fully erect and stunning cock, and...

Well, actually, not back up. Her eyes remained glued to his manhood as he finished stripping away the boxers and the socks to leave himself as naked as was she. She'd glimpsed his cock only partially and for just an instant in the quarantine fish bowl that first day of his arrival at Underneath; then again, she got a better peak at it in Men's Berthing when her position with her back to him has aligned her reflected line of sight via a mirror.

But this! Finally, she was looking upon him and from a decreasing distance as he neared and mounted the bed. Wes's cock was beautiful: not too long, not to short; not to skinny, not too fat; fully hardened and ready for battle, the small bed of kinky hair from which it emerged and the swollen blood vessels that in turn had swollen it and the beautiful and yet ominous purple head gave it the appearance of being perfectly suited to be the weapon with which to enter Kimmie's battle field.

And sometimes sex was like that with Kimmie. She was a very aggressive lover at times, most times actually. She liked to be on top; she liked to control the situation; she liked to tie up her lover even, if he was willing to allow her to do so. Not many men did, unfortunately. The only man in Underneath who had allowed Kimmie to bind him had been Bryan, and that had been a one time thing seeing how he had an ongoing relationship with Cookie and an occasional tension releasing arrangement with Alice.

Wes moved in to press his body against Kimmie, and she took his head and torso into her arms as they engaged in deeply erotic kisses. On her side, she wrapped her upper leg around his, pressing her wet pussy against his thigh and grinding it against him. His cock pressed hard against her waist and belly as she moved against him, wanting the pressure of their bodies pushing together to begin the delivery of pleasure to him.

"I want on top," she whispered between passionate kisses, almost pleading. "I want on top, Wes."

"I want on top, Wes," Kimmie said to him, and he would not deny her. Wes rolled to his back, and allowed Kimmie to straddle him. Her hand reached down to grip him and position him, and he groaned in anticipation, as the head of his cock touched her moist entrance.

Kimmie began to settle upon his hips, slowly impaling her wet pussy down upon Wes's cock, until finally his whole length was inside her and they were linked together.

He felt her inner muscles gripping him, and he moaned again, the feel of her wrapped around him was amazing. As she slowly began to ride him, Wes's hands found her breasts, clutching them as she began to rhythmically move up and down upon his shaft. His eyes never left hers, watching her face flush with pleasure.

His hips begain to rise to meet her, moving in unison together...

Kimmie held her breath as she felt the head of Wes's cock pressing at her opening, then let it all out as a guttural groan as the tight muscles guarding her womanhood permitted him inside. Surprisingly, considering her sexual history, it had been some time since she'd had a man inside her, and the resistance she presented until his shaft was well lubed gave evidence of that.

Soon, though, Kimmie was riding Wes's cock hard, fast, and deep as she wasted no time in seeking the ecstasy she'd been denied since first deciding she'd have him. As Wes's hands found her breasts, Kimmie pressed her elbows into his muscular chest as her hands clasped his head. It probably wasn't the most comfortable arrangement for him, having her weight upon him as it was, but he was tough, rough, and ready Kimmie told herself.

She rapidly moved her lower body forward and back over his groin, pulling off nearly his full length before shoving backwards again to take it all back again. With one thrust Kimmie drew a quick breath and with the next she released it with the sound from her mouth becoming soft cries that got louder and more intense with each ramming of him deep inside her.

And then Kimmie surprised her. She'd been going at Wes for a minute, maybe not even that, when the pleasure he was causing her suddenly pushed her toward orgasm. She drew one last, deep breath, held it as the explosion ripped through her, and then let it out in a long loud cry that was almost a scream but not quite.
Kimmie tried to extend the ride, doubtful that she'd been pleasuring Wes long enough to cause him to cum as well. But the euphoria simply overwhelmed her and she collapsed down upon Wes, clutching his head in her head and arms as the continuing cries of joy filled the room

Before they had started, Wes had worried that, since it had been months since he'd last had sex, that he would cum prematurely and leave Kimmie unsatisfied. He needn't have worried, he discovered, as within a minute of Kimmie's riding him hard and fast, her first orgasm rushed through her like a freight train, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

She collapsed atop him, shuddering as the orgasm subsided, her holding his head in her hands, eyes meeting again. Wes kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining. When they parted again, he smiled at her, and winked as he repeated what he said in the saloon earlier. " I could get used to this."

She giggled in return, and he rolled her onto her back, atop her, his cock still deep inside her as he joked, "Guess it's my turn to be on top."

He began to move his hips slowly and teasingly, letting her continue to catch her breath and recover. Before too long, he felt her legs scissor around his waist, urging him deeper. He began to thrust harder, her moans of pleasure heightening his own. This went on for a few minutes more.

Again, he kept his eyes locked upon hers. He could feel her fingernails on his back, clutching and clawing, spurring him on. Her legs tightened around him as she shuddered through a second orgasm, and her climax brought him close to his own.

"Kimmie," he panted, "I'm gonna cum..."

Kimmie dug her modest yet still sharp nails into Wes's back as yet another orgasm ripped through her body and soul. She was overwhelmed by the euphoria at the moment, but later when she had her wits about her she would realize that she'd never cum twice in so little time with a man before unless she'd had had her own fingers at her clit, driving the ecstasy herself.

Right now, though, her brain was doing no such contemplating, her body trembling to the waves surging through her. As she began to come down from her peak of pleasure, she realized from his sound and body language that Wes, too, was experiencing his own erotic explosion. Even through her continuing deep and quickened breaths, Kimmie was able to smile a bit at the expression on his face and the deep groan of satisfaction coming from his throat.

She thought she could feel his cock pulsing within her, but with her own body still convulsing on its own, who could know what was her and what was him. It pleased her though that Wes's orgasm had come in time with her own, as as he began to relax down into her and she had into him, she straightened her left leg and gently urged him off to that side of her. She held onto his ass with clenching fingers, keeping their bodies together, so that with a bit of help from him, she could roll back atop Wes, keeping him inside her during the whole maneuver.

They lay there for the longest time, Kimmie practically merging her form into his, her face buried into the crook of his neck as they each listened to and felt the other's chest swelling and shrinking in deep breaths. Finally, Kimmie raised her face to look into Wes's eyes, smiling.

"No man has made me feel so good, so fast, so completely, or so deeply as that in..." She hesitated, gave him a soft kiss on his collar bone, then finished, "...in I don't know how long."

Wes held Kimmie close as they recovered, their bodies sliding wetly together. The whole experience had been fast and intense, their desire for each other driving them each to quick release. Now, they could take their time, and enjoy the afterglow... and perhaps recuperate for another go, if bodies were willing. Wes knew already that his mind already was.

His whole body shivered in delight when she kissed his collarbone, causing his cock to twitch in awakening, but he was enjoying the closeness of holding Kimmie. He turned her face to his, kissing her deeply, and she responded just as eagerly as he, her tongue tracing his lips and then probing deeper, tongues touching. He felt himself begin to get hard again.

After the kiss, he smiled and asked playfully, "How long do we have this room reserved for?"

He knew he'd probably already gotten too attached, and he could see himself easily falling for her if he allowed it, but right now, he was enjoying their time together. He wanted to make it last as long as possible... a wonderful escape from the grim reality of the real world above.

Kimmie had never been much of a cuddler. With the exception of some of the boys from her early years, boyfriends, she'd never wanted to get close intimately or emotionally to a guy, always wanting to maintain in her mind the difference between lust and love.

Wes kissed her and asked, "How long do we have this room reserved for?"

Her first thought was that the man was simply wanting to know how many times they might be able to go at it again, might be able to rack up some more incredible orgasms. But then that protective little voice deep in her mind became concerned that perhaps Wes was wanting to cuddle themselves right into a lasting, loving night's sleep.

She wanted that, too. But, she couldn't. This thing happening between them was moving too fast. Oh, yes, yes, it was her fucking fault. She'd kissed him first, she'd invited him to bed, she'd stripped naked first, and she'd taken charge to drive her to that desperately needed first orgasm.

"I have to go," she lied in whisper. "I have Topside Watch in about 15 minutes or so."

She couldn't look into Wes's face as she fibbed to him, instead pushing her face into the crook of his neck to kiss him with wetted lips. She continued softly, "I'm sorry, I should have told you, but, well..."

She lifted her face to look at him now, smiling as she very honestly told him, "I was kind of in a hurry to fuck you, Wes."

Kimmie kissed him again, rose tall over his groin, and went to work on rocking to and fro atop him, wanting just one last climax before she left to go stand her imaginary duty station.

Wes felt Kimmie stiffen up slightly when he asked how long they could stay, and wondered if he'd overstepped.

She whispered to him that she had to go soon for watch, but for some reason, Wes felt she might not not be being entirely truthful. He recognized this behavior...it was something he'd seen before in the few past girlfriends he'd had since college.

He may have pushed farther than she was ready to go...making things more serious than she wanted. She liked him enough for casual sex...but maybe not enough for more.

He really liked Kimmie, and wished there could be more than a sexual relationship...but if she wasn't ready for more than that, disappointing as that was to him, he wouldn't pressure her.

As she sat up and began to grind herself upon him again, he closed his eyes for the first time, and began to meet her with thrusts of his own, this time harder and more forceful than before.

His hands found her breasts again, and he clutched them firmly, feeling her erect nipples pressing into his palms. He felt her inner muscles clench all around him, and he move one hand from her breasts, reaching between them and rubbing her clit, his thumb moving in a circular motion as he placed light pressure upon it first, and then more firmly as her moans became louder and her movements more frenzied...

Kimmie took her own sweet time this round, which was ironic seeing how she'd just told Wes she had to leave for work. But the feel of his cock inside her was just too good to rush to a finish, even though she knew that finish would be incredible.

Wes began fondling Kimmie's clit, which quickly turned her soft moans into sharper cries of delight. But as soon as she realized that he was threatening her with another quick orgasm, Kimmie grasped the man's hand and returned it to the breast it had previously been groping.

"Harder," she told him, squeezing her own hand around his and repeating, "Harder! Bruise me. Hard enough to bruise me."

Her head had been back, her eyes closed to the wonderful pleasure his thrusts were causing, but now Kimmie looked down into Wes's eyes, smiled, and promised, "You aren't going to hurt me."

She grasped his hands around her breasts again, leaned into Wes's supporting arms, looked him directly in the eyes, and continued working to and fro. Each time her body threatened to betray her with climax, she either slowed or shifted to lessen the pressure on her sensitive clit.

Kimmie was a girl in good shape, putting in more gym hours than was mandated for members of the Security Team on which she was a member. And yet, her body was soon a sheen of sweat from the repetitive exertion. She watched Wes intently, often smiling through her soft moans and sharp cries.

"I want you to cum," she finally told him when she knew she was running out of energy and needed to finish as well. "I want you to cum before me, Wes. Now. Cum in me."

Kimmie would maintain her pace unless Wes asked for something different, but she wanted so badly to again see his expression and hear his groans as the euphoria surged through his body.

Then, and only then, would she take the twenty or thirty seconds or so that would be required to push her current plateau of delight into a violent explosion that would finish her for the evening.

And contrary to what she'd told him earlier, by now Kimmie had realized that she wasn't going anywhere after this. After they'd both come down from their final climaxes, Kimmie would tell Wes with a firm and commanding tone before falling asleep in his arms, "Pull the blankets over us. We ain't going nowhere."

Wes had been trying to hurry to attempt to make Kimmie orgasm, because she had to leave soon so playing with her clit had been his first notion, since he had limited time. He was pleasantly surprised, when she grabbed his hand and placed it back on her breast, in effect slowing things down.

"Harder!" she exclaimed, her hand atop his, pressing his hand tightly, and Wes squeezed. Not hard enough. "Harder! Bruise me. Hard enough to bruise me." Kimmie cried out, and he squeezed harder yet. She threw her head back, riding him faster.

"You aren't going to hurt me," she said to him, and he gripped her tighter yet, as he thrust harder into her.

He had a rhythm, and she matched his perfectly, their sexes meeting at the optimal point of pleasure for both of them. Her cries of pleasure spurred him on, and
caused him to join her, moaning in his own.

"I want you to cum," he heard her say, and he moaned again in reply, as she continued, I want you to come before me, Wes. Now. Cum in me."

It was as if her words were all his body needed to hear. With a loud grunt, his back arched, his hips rising as his orgasm roared through him, his muscles tensing as if wanting to rip through his skin. He exploded deep inside Kimmie, jet after jet of his seed filling her, coating her inner walls. As each diminishing jet escaped him, a smaller grunt escaped his lips, until finally, his body relaxed, spent...

In the middle of the night, the need to pee saw Kimmie slipping quietly from her spooning position with Wes to cross to the tiny toilet room in the corner by the shower. She didn't close the door, instead studying Wes as he slept soundly on his side, facing her. She couldn't believe the night she'd had with this man, a stranger really who she had known for less than three days.

Oh, it wasn't like she hadn't fucked men she'd known for less time than that. She'd once walked into a party with a couple of girls friends, snagged a rather Average Joe by the hand, dragged him to a back room, and had him inside her in less than 60 seconds.

But that life didn't exist anymore. Kimmie had been at a point in her life when she didn't care about anything but partying and fucking. She didn't care whether she woke up the next day. Things were different here in Underneath, though. She actually cared about tomorrow and the day after that now. Sure, she was still the bunker slut, but she was no longer reckless as once had been.

She finished relieving herself and headed back out to stand over the bed for a long moment. She was still naked, and seeing the well built man who knew how to ring her bell nearly led Kimmie to pull the blankets back and start another round. But those thoughts about not being a settling down kind of girl came back again. She had no interest in a lasting relationship with anyone, let alone Wes. She enjoyed being footloose and fancy free. She enjoyed the variety offered by the adult population of Underneath. Wes was an incredible fuck, and she's enjoyed him thoroughly. But was she ready to give up the other guys, and gals, too?

As quietly as she'd gotten up to pee, she dressed and slipped out. She'd wanted to leave a note, but there really hadn't been anything upon which to write. She headed straight to the Hygiene Room next to Women's Berthing to shower, then ascended a level to the Family Room Alice had assigned her so that she and Polly could reside together. Kimmie hadn't wanted to smell like sex when she slipped into bed with her sleeping sister.

"Did you sleep with Wes?" Polly asked in a soft voice. The younger sister rolled to face her sister, clarifying, "Did you have sex with him, I mean?"

"What kind of question is that to ask your sister?" Kimmie inquired as she slipped under the bedding. After Polly repeated herself and said she wanted to know, Kimmie suddenly had a horrific thought. "Oh my god, Pol'. You didn't? Did, did you have a, you know, for Wes?"

Polly laughed. "No! I don't have a think for Wes. I just wanted to know. He's a good guy, and he deserves to be happy. He also deserves thanks for what he did for me."

Her smiled widened, visible in the low glow of a night light on a not-so-distant wall. She giggled, then asked, "Did you thank him?"

Kimmie returned the giggle, answering, "Thanked the hell out of him, baby sister."

The two laughed, chatted about this and that for a bit, then curled up in each other's arms and went to sleep.


Kimmie had 0800 Topside Watch, to which she was late almost half an hour. She told the off going watch stander a lie, saying, "The new guy, I think his name is Wesley or West or something. Look for him when you get downtown. I'm supposed to train him for Topside."

The guard confirmed the request and departed. Kimmie looked out onto the plateau, and thinking about Wes and Polly coming across that by themselves made her smile. I'm gonna have to thank Wes again tonight. It's only right.

When Wes woke up, he found himself alone. Kimmie must have left sometime in the night. He wasn't sure what to make of that. All he knew was he was disappointed she hadn't been there when he awoke.

After the amazing sex the night before, she had been so loving and tender, snuggling against him, wrapping herself in his arms as if wanting to protect herself from the outside world. When they both dropped off to sleep, Wes had felt a contentment he'd never really known before, as if this was exactly how things should be...but then had woken up alone, her side of the bed already long grown cold.

Again, he tried to remind himself that she had told him before this all started that she wasn't the type to settle down with one guy...but Wes found himself wishing she was.

He knew he had a tendency to get attached too easily. It had happened before, and ended more than one relationship before it really got started. He wouldn't make that mistake with Kimmie.

Besides, he admitted to himself, it really was unfair of him to try to make her change just for him...she'd would have to want to do that on her own. One night of sex, no matter how good they were together, was not going to change a whole lifetime's worth of behavior overnight.

If it turned out that things weren't meant to be, he would resign himself to that fact, and give her the freedom she wanted, as it meant they were looking for different things. He wanted a relationship...someone to share his life with. Maybe he was old fashioned, but that was just how he was. If not with Kimmie, than with someone.

Wes got up, and showered, and then got dressed, and left the room, heading back to Men's Berthing.

Kimmie was disappointed when, after two hours on Topside Watch, Wes still hadn't come up to see her. Her first thought was that he'd misread her departure as that of a woman who'd realized she made a mistake sleeping with a man and only wanted to get the hell outta Dodge. Her second thought was that he simply didn't want to talke to her, that he'd gotten what he'd wanted, and he was now running on the principle of wham, bam, thank you ma'am.

No, Wes wasn't like that. Kimmie was. But she knew Wes wasn't.

Then the asshole Security Officer who was supposed to have found Wes and told the man to come up Topside came up for some fresh air and confessed his oops. Kimmie grabbed the man's nose in tightly gripping fingers and as he squealed like a little girl chastised him for being a dick.

Once her watch was over, Kimmie descended to look for Wes, to ensure that he understood how special the night before was. She heard he'd been seen in the neighborhood of the Infirmary, then recalled that he was supposed to check in morning and night for follow ups.

Kimmie stopped just inside the medical facility, disappointed to see no one there. She was just about to turn and leave when she heard a familiar voice talking behind the pulled-closed drapery of an examination room.

"Your blood panel came back clean, Wes," said Alice, the North Platte nurse who was the community's honorary Doctor. "And your vitals are strong."

She listed off a number of indicators that were great or at the least acceptable, then told her patient he needed to be consuming more high calorie, high protein foods to make up for his months of barely acceptable nutritional consumption. Then, she said just as seriously and bluntly as was her way, "You need to be ejaculating at least three times a week."

A sudden and unwelcomed humorous snort escaped Kimmie, practically echoing off the walls. She turned and fled, just barely avoiding being seen by Alice, who threw the drape aside to peek out.

As Kimmie headed down to the Saloon to get something to eat, behind her in the Infirmary an annoyed Alice closed the drapery again and returned to her patient. Still in that serious, doctor-to-patient tone she told him, "Ejaculation is good for the prostrate and, for most people, it is also a great stress reliever. Masturbation is perfectly fine for now, until you meet someone here in the community with whom you can partake of a sexual relationship. Just, don't be a hurry to hook up with someone. Get to know your fellow Neathers for who they are and what they can offer you, good or bad."

As she was talking to him, Alice was putting away her medical items and finishing the last notes in Wes's file on the tablet sitting beside her. She studied him for a moment as he put his clothes back on. He was a good looking man and comparatively very healthy as well. Alice was happy to see such a man joining their community.

When he was finished, she said in a bit softer tone, "Regarding finding a sexual partner. I don't know if you are attracted to women or to men or both, and I don't need to know unless it becomes an issue for me as leader of Underneath or as your doctor. But, should you find yourself not easily finding someone with whom to be intimate, to be sexual, please let me know. I'm very well tuned in here, as you can imagine. And I'm sure I could fix you up with someone who would be a suitable sexual partner for you, be it just a one time tension reliever kind of thing or a more long term situation."

For the one time tension reliever kind of thing, Alice was already thinking of Kimmie. Alice had a pretty good idea that the younger beauty would jump at the chance to check out Wes McCann. For the more long term situation, Alice also had a woman in mind. She was also seriously considering herself for that position, though, it would only be a FWB sort of situation as she was already in a long term, loving relationship with Mimi.

"Thanks, Doc," he replied. The comment about ejaculation had caught him off guard, but other than that, he was glad to hear he was in good health. If only his mind weren't so troubled. He kept thinking about Kimmie.

When Alice started talking about sexual partners, especially one-time partners, Wes shook his head in negation.

"Well," he stated to Alice, "I have never been a one-and-done kind of guy. I've never been good with the whole 'casual sex' thing, to be honest. I have tendency to get too attached."

"As far as getting to know people, I am already interested in someone, but I'm not entirely sure she has the same agenda as I do, unfortunately. If not, I may take you up on the info."

"Anyway, I do appreciate the advice, Alice. Thanks."

Wes told Alice, "If not, I may take you up on the info."

Alice was only partially listening to Wes's response. Part of her brain was finishing the report on this latest check up while another part of it was imagining what sex with the man's man would be like. The result was that her overworked and somewhat lust-filled brain misheard Wes and thought he'd said I may take you up on the OFFER, the offer for the two of them to have sex.

"I think it would be good for both of us, Wes," she said before she really even realized what she was saying, let alone that she was confirming an offer she hadn't made nor that Wes had taken her up on. Feeling her face explode in a serious shade of red, Alice turned away to feign being busy with some random thing she picked up, then told him, "What I mean if that I think it would be good for both of you, whoever the other half of you is that you choose."

She didn't know whether Wes had caught her error or not, but he told her, "Anyway, I do appreciate the advice, Alice. Thanks."

"Of course, of course," she told him, only briefly peeking over her shoulder at the man. "Peter will be on shift in the morning when you come in for your follow up. Two, maybe three more days, morning and night. Then we'll cut you lose from all these probes and swabs and needles."


Kimmie was nursing a cold, dark beer at the end of the bar when Wes entered the Saloon. She didn't wave to him or anything like that as they were still on the downlow and probably would be for a while. She'd had the morning to consider that wonderful night before but she was still torn on her feelings for the man.

One good roll in the sack does not a relationship make, her mother used to tell her. But fuck! Last night had been incredible, both the sex and the cuddling afterward. Honestly, though, Kimmie didn't remember a lot of the cuddling as she'd been so exhausted she'd fallen almost immediately to sleep. But falling asleep with Wes's arms wrapped around her and his body pressed to her backside, wow.

She waited for him to walk over her way and take a seat. He didn't know that she'd overheard Alice in the Infirmary, and Kimmie hadn't planned on saying anything. But she just couldn't help herself! She sipped at her beer, waited for Peter to walk away after giving Wes a drink, then said softly, "So, you probably don't want to fuck tonight, right, seeing how you already had your three ejaculations for the week last night."