Finding Love In A Zombie Apocalypse (closed for HotKittygirl)

[HotKittygirl]

“If I wanted to kill you I woulda snatched you by the throat. Is that anyway to greet me, you fucking cunt?” Kitty said with nothing short of a cackle in her throat. She offered the girl one more squeeze before releasing the driver and sitting back on the edge of the seat. For the moment, Connie seemed forgotten, but Kitty could only focus on so many things at one time. Multi-tasking under the influence just wasn't her style really.

“Hey watch the mouth, you gutter skank. They're ladies present,” Sam retorted just as easily, her nostrils flaring as she let out a snort. Kitty only laughed at the more, her lips spread in a seemingly perpetual grin of sorts. Her proud shoulders slowly rolled before her eyes did, almost all the way into the sockets before they snapped back and narrowed on Sam.

“Yer no lady. At least not after what I seen'd of yah.”

“I was referring to your friend,” Sam said pointedly. She gave Connie a glance and flashed a smile. Just then the light turned green and the taxi jerked forth. Kitty flopped back onto the seat with a 'ooof!' and a choice curse word.

“You might want to buckle up, sweetcheeks.” Sam retorted before she took a turn a little too sharply. Kitty slid right into Connie, almost in her lap. She couldn't help the little giggle that came from her throat as they came into contact, Sam's words all but forgotten as Kitty found her gaze upon Connie once more.

But the sight that Kitty found was something she wasn't expecting. That happy face and those bright eyes were gone, the smile that Kitty found so...endearing...was gone and in its place was something ugly and horrible. That pout would not do, Connie's who demeanor changed and Kitty took instant notice.

Then came those damn words, she could literally feel the self doubt seeping from her little bookworm. They sent a shiver down Kitty's spine, a cold rush of anger that flickered all too easily in her otherwise bright eyes.

“Fuck no!” Kitty literally shouted before she even realized it. “What's this shit? You think I'm going to hook up with this old bag of bones? Pft. She can't handle me!”Kitty snorted the words and dramatically rolled her eyes.

“She's right,” Sam added lightly, giving the two a glance through the rear-view mirror. “I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole. Don't worry doll, Sam doesn't play that side of the fence.” She couldn't help the subtle grin and wink that followed.

“Me and old Sam here go back a bit. We use the dealer and use to party at the same house till the owner got arrested for making meth,” Kitty said easily, even as a hand settled on Connie's knee through her skirt and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Actually I think he blew himself up and the entire garage,” Same interjected. “Meth is bad, hmkay?”


“Yah. Don't touch that shit,” Kitty said, like she was some poster child of safety awareness and drug prevention. Still her hand was sliding up Connie's leg and bunching the material of her skirt greedily in her grasp. The moment changed then, Kitty was already over Connie with her lips in the shell of her ear as she whispered in such a sweet, husky tone:

“Don't worry baby. There's nothing to be scared of. Kitty's gonna treat you right. I told you already, there's no turning back. If this isn't you then who is it? I don't think you even know who the real you is...lemme show you...” Kitty's voice was dripping with senusality, of sweet promise and dark desires. All Connie had to do was relent and give in. Slowly she moved, drawing her lips from Connie's ear to trail them against her cheek before Kitty found those beautiful eyes and stared into them intently.

“Are you still in?” She asked at length, her own eyes shining in the darkness. If Connie was going to back down, she had to do it to Kitty's face, she had to look her in the eye.

 

[palemoon2035]

Kitty had a certain way about her. It was that attitude...the way she portray that she didn't give a fuck, but if she did give a fuck about you, it was a genuine fuck that really mattered. It was this way Kitty had about her that Connie had started to fall for a long time ago.

Connie gave a fuck about everything everyone thought of her. And yet, she never felt like anyone looked out for her or made her feel worth caring about. Her father certainly wanted nothing more than to keep her down and feeping worthless. Her mother...she didn't even want to live anymore. Yes, Connie was confident in her intelligence and saw herself going places, but in the social world, nothing felt real to her. Now...someone was starting to feel real.

So, it made sense that this senstive girl would feel worthless again the moment Kitty focused her attention somewhere else. Nor was her pouting a cry for attention. She truly felt like she was no longer worthy. Just a nerdy girl slipping away into the social abyss. But Kitty had a way about her and suddenly made Connie feel that everything was going to be all right. Maybe it wasn't so horrible to live a little. Maybe she did belong with the rebels from time to time. It was ok to be hedonistic...as long as she wasn't alone. Though she arrived tothe club that night with friends, she was very alone. Now, she had someone who it seemed wouldn't leave her behind. She wasn't alone. Not tonight.

Suddenly Kitty was all but in her lap and that physical touch was full of warm and fuzzy satisfaction. Connie felt such relief to hear Sam and Kitty explain their relationship. Sam wasn't a threat. She wasn't here to steal Kitty away. Connie felt wanted. It was such a wonderful feelig because she couldn't remember the last time anyone wanted her. Her frown turned to a smile. A bashful smile but an expression of content none the less. She watched then felt Kitty move her lips to her ear. Goose bumps returned once more and added a beautiful texture to the soft pale skin of her neck. They spread beneath her dress, over her back. Connie smiled bigger as she felt Kitty's warm breath in and around her ear.

Her cheeks blushed as Kitty's lips moved across and suddenly, her blue orbs were staring at Kitty's. So close, she could feel her breath flow across her lips. She could smell it. The scent of her own sex still lingered in Kitty's mouth, wrapped up like a special present within the woman's breath. Connie opened her mouth ever so slightly. Inhaling through her mouth, welcoming a kiss. A kiss from someone who wanted her. She found herself leaning in and initiating it before Kitty had the chance. Her tongue slid into Kitty's mouth, pressing and forcing its way in. It was a short, but passionate kiss, which she only broke to whisper words of want and desire. "Then let's go back to my place and finish what we started."

She giggled and then moaned. A sound of sexual desire. A signal to Kitty that she wanted her like no one else. "I am sorry I have been so Bipolar." She suddenly smirked, realizing she misused the word. Her inner book worm leaked out. "Well, no, I meant moody and sensitive. Bipolar Disorder actually should only be diagnosed after long periods of depression lasting more than 6 months followed by stages of mania..." She trailed off and caught herself. Realizing no one in the cab needed a lecture on Bipolar Disorder. "Sorry, let's just get back to my place so you can take me, you sexy thing." One couldn't help but notice a bit of awkwardness as she called Kitty a sexy thing. "Step on it Sam! Kitty and I have fucking to do." She smiled with satisfaction as her confidence returned. She hoped that Sam and Kitty would appreciate her attempt to fit in with the sentence she just uttered.

Connie started at Kitty's eyes. Her loins were on fire and suddenly all she could think about was Kittt in between her thighs.

 

[HotKittygirl]

It was a short but fiery kiss, mostly just a sample, an appetizer to what lay ahead of them this night. Kitty had every intent of seeing it through to the end, teasing wasn't really something she enjoyed. Well, not in a moment like this, not someone who was so receptive and welcoming. Kitty couldn't help but feel she was getting in on something very few had come close to. It was exciting in its own right, to go where no man or woman had gone before. She would plant her flag on the smooth, silky surface of Mnt. Constance, why she thought of it that way, well, who knows.

Kitty finished the kiss with a flick of her own tongue, an aggressive lick to Connie's bottom lip before she pulled back with a sigh and cast a glance over her shoulder.

“You heard the good lady, step on it, and post haste!” She snapped. Not that Sam seemed to take it with anything but a smirk. The directions weren't an issue, the town was small enough that even the vaguest of directions would suffice. Thus the couple were left to their own devices, at least for a few moments. Kitty had fully intended to pick up where they left off right here and there, though at the mention of bi-polar disorder, well, she was thrown right for a loop.

Those bright, shimmering eyes blinked once, twice, thrice as an almost blank look drifted across her pretty face. It wasn't until Connie was finished and apologizing that Kitty finally snapped out of her daze.

“You really need to work on this dirty talk thing,” Kitty commented dryly, smacking her lips for a brief moment before a sigh filtered past her moist lips. “You almost ruined my buzz.”

“Is the drug and booze induced haze lifting up back there?” Sam called out over her shoulder as she drove. With a knowing smile one hand slid from the wheel and fumbled for something in the front seat. She brought it to bear and causally tossed it over the seat. Kitty's eyes flashed like her namesake as she watched the small bottle twirl in the air. She snatched it up with both hands and turned the label to face her and began to read the words. Her lips moved as she sounded off the name of the whiskey, some brand she hadn't ever heard of it.

“Hmm. Beer before liquor makes the sex hotter, right?” Kitty mangled the saying as she unscrewed the cap and brought it to her lips. Without a word she took two mouthfuls and swallowed lustily. A nearly choked on the stuff, her eyes went wide and she couldn't help the wracking and wet cough. “Ugh...this tastes like turpentine and piss! Here...” Kitty coughed some more into her hand as she offered the small bottle to her soon to be lover.

 

[palemoon2035]

Kitty was quite right about the dirty talk. Connie let out a sort of awkward chuckle. She realized it was probably best to keep her mouth shut during and leading up to anything sexual. She had a habit of spewing out factoids that she found interesting in the most inappropriate moments. She had thought it was just a nervous habit that annoyed people in her classes or during casual conversation. It turns out, she also did this during foreplay and various sexual activity. It is a shame she found people so fascinating but was rather clueless when it came to actually interacting with them. She was well aware that she lacked the ability to perceive how something that she said would be interpretted by someone. Of course, when she was focused entirely on how awkward she felt all of the time, it was hard to pay attention to how others felt.

As Connie walked the fine line between careless indulgence and extreme self–conciousness, it seems Kitty's friend, the cabbie, noticed and had a remedy. If Connie were to play hot and cold, it could only last so long. She needed something to better surpress the cold and keep the hot running. A kiss from Kitty and some kind words helped, but this woman's social ineptness was pervasive. She really needed a drink, and there it was.

Kitty's colorful description didn't exactly portray the liquor in the best light. A girl who had only consumed alcohol three times in her life probably should ease into it a litte more, rather than jump to the liquor of the turpentine and piss variety. Still, she knew she needed something to relax her. The buzz of one drink was wearing off, and she was suddenly so up and down. She was already doubting the herself again. So, sure, drink the hard stuff. Why not?

Connie reached out and snatched the bottle from Kitty. The moment the mouth of the bottle hit her lips she knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. She couldn't turn back though. Both Sam and Kitty were obviously hardcore. She wanted to impress them, or at least impress Kitty. She wanted that woman, so bad. She took a swig, a big long one. Her mouth was full of liquid contradiction. It was numbing, yet it burned. It ran down her throat and spread the tingle, the burn. It seemed to sting, but it also felt so good. She held on to the bottle and looked at Kitty. She knew better than to say anything. She knew she would juat blurt out something awkward. However, in the action department, she had been doing quite well.

Connie reached her hand down and pulled on her skirt. She tugged it upward, showing off more and more of her smooth milky white thigh. She took another swig as she did this. After this drink, it was hard not to say anything. "Shit, fuck, nasty!" She laughed as she exclaimed her distaste. Nasty yes, but as it flowed and started to burn deep inside, she was already feeling its numbing effects. She gave the bottle back to Kitty as she now had pulled her skirt all the way up to her waste. Her pale pink panties were soaked with her sex. She slid her finger between her folds, hidden beneath the pink cotton. She squirmed as if to suprise herself. With a slight moan she pulled it back out, ensuring Kitty's eyes could see her glistening finger. "Maybe you should chase it down with this."

The alcohol was strong and potent. Regardless of whether or not her body had even began to process it within the past twenty seconds, the psyhcologocal effects of drinking something so nasty were immediate. Connie felt relaxed and confident...and quite horny, for lack of a better word. She surprised herself at how dirty she could be. She raised her finger and offered it to Kitty. Guiding it towards the beautiful woman's lips.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Kitty was full expecting something more dramatic. Something along the lines of the girl retching so hard she coughed up old fish bones like in the old comics. It wasn't like Kitty had the most rational train of thought...well...ever. Being under the influence didn't help her deviant mind any; she could have just as easily enjoyed poor Connie painting the side of the cab a new color as she would another lustful kiss. Of course she didn't ponder on just how sick that really was, no, as Connie took a long pull there was nothing but a wide grin upon her pretty face. It was a thrill in itself to see the contents of the bottle jostle and move as Connie tipped it back only to break that hard little awkward shell of her's one gulp at a time.

“That's it baby!” Kitty all but hooted, perhaps a little too loudly, in the back of the cab as street lights and neon signs flashed in their periphery. The flashes of light only added to the visual stimulation, drawing out the moment in a surreal fashion.

The potent little bottle of piss did it's magic all too quickly. With another gulp Connie was cursing and laughing, all the while drawing up her skirt with her free hand. Kitty snatched up the bottle and watched lewdly, taking another swig from the bottle before she hissed lowly. Was it from the sting of the alcohol or the slow tease of those pink little panties? Even Kitty's mind couldn't be entirely sure which one it was for. Still, why bother when Connie was all too willing to push herself forward and offer Kitty a front row seat to such a dirty show? If Kitty's eyes could shine they were doing so now, perhaps it was the street lights, perhaps it was just the sheen from the booze and drugs that coursed through her system, or perhaps they really were ablaze with the undeniable attraction and arousal for this tempting little bookworm turned lust craved tease.

Before her mind could fully register the change in mood and come up with a suitable witty or dirty comeback, Connie's glistening fingertip was drawing closer to her lips. Kitty felt a tremble in her bottom lip shortly before contact, ah, the touch of her passions against her silken bottom lip was warmer than any alcohol that roiled in her stomach. Kitty inhaled softly of the scent as Connie's fingertip lingered for just that moment, just as quickly it was gone and Kitty's tongue slithered out to claim what she had left behind. The taste was familiar, a taste all of its own like nothing else. She couldn't describe it if someone asked her to, no, it was Connie's own taste and that was all it could be named.

For a moment Kitty seemed lost, all too obviously savoring the taste before Connie's teasing words suddenly became relevant.

“A chaser? Well...fuck,” Kitty said bluntly, so much for anything witty coming from here. Instead she took another swig of the vile bottle and surged forth. There was a quickness of that sleek frame that Connie had seen before, when she danced with the green haired bulldog earlier. Kitty was on Connie in the beat of a heart, strong yet delicate hands forced those creamy thighs apart as Kitty claimed a spot between them. She attacked with the pent up aggression of a sailor back on shore leave. Those exposed glistening folds were assaulted once more by Kitty's tongue, a sharp and serious flick from base to clit. Kitty lingered for but a moment, her eyes trailing up and leveling upon Connie's face, partially obscured by her skirt and the position. Those shimmering eyes spoke volumes that her lips never could, at least not at this moment, not while she tilted her head forward and her tongue flicked back out across Connie once more.



Sam quietly enjoyed the little show with a subtle chuckle from in her throat, even as she guided the car through the mostly empty streets. Only one person shuffled down the street, its gait marred by some kind of limp. Sam saw the person briefly and just as quickly dismissed it for a drunken frat boy that got lost on his way home. She offered the kid a flash of her high beams if only to annoy him before she sped on.

She didn't notice the figure stop and turn in her direction nor the way it shambled off the curb and started to awkwardly follow after the cab, no, the sights and sounds of the backseat love-fest were more than enough to make the cabby more than slightly distracted.

 

[palemoon2035]

Connie found herself welcoming her lover with open legs. Her creamy thighs parted further as she watched with anticipation of Kitty’s pounce. She let out a soft moan, though more of a whimper, the moment Kitty dove in. Seeking a true mental state of fuck-the-consequences, she snatched the bottle and took one more potent swig of tonic as the first tease of Kitty’s tongue pressed into her folds. She barely got the burning gulp down her throat before Connie flicked her tongue, striking her sensitive clitoris.

Those feelings flowed back into her consciousness; a flood of lust just as she felt in the bar. They were stronger now. Three drinks of nasty liquid, which apparently passed for alcohol in at least one state, were all she needed to feel completely loose. Beyond the psychological and chemical effects of alcohol, Kitty ensured that Connie found true bliss. Suddenly, she was being eaten in the back seat of a cab, and she just didn’t give a fuck about who saw. It was what she wanted. Kitty was who she wanted.

Connie spread her legs further, looking down for only a moment to make eye contact with her lover, before she draped her thigh over the sexy seductresses back while simultaneously grasping the woman’s hair and making a mess of it. She tried to be gentle, but she tugged forcefully to hold Kitty between her legs; hoping that her tongue would bring her to a state of sexual bliss once more. She then set her other leg on the top of the head of the passenger seat, letting her body slump against the door. She did all she could to get her legs further and further apart, wanting to give Kitty all of herself.

As her fingers pulled and rubbed Kitty’s hair, all Connie could do was say, “Aw…fuck…aw fuck…mmmm…fuck!” She gave up on trying to be clever. She knew dirty talk wasn’t her forte. She couldn’t think straight anyway. A fuck was all she wanted. “Awwww…f-huck…” She whispered it this time. Looking down between her own silken thighs, she saw the head of Kitty. She had pulled her skirt up just so she could see herself being licked. Connie was a visual person. She wanted to see what was happening to her, if only to compliment the pleasure she was feeling.

Kitty knew just how to lick her. It was as if Kitty’s pink muscle was meant to taste her sex. It was no mystery how Connie suddenly found herself so close to orgasm. Kitty’s lashes were perfect, the alcohol had numbed any and all of Connie’s inhibitions, and there had been hours of foreplay. From the moment Kitty kicked ass for her, to the moment she had her pinned to the wall of The Club, to now…pure, uninhibited sex in a cab. Connie was close, she could feel it coming, and she did her best to hold it in. She wanted to enjoy the moment, and she didn’t want Kitty to think she was that easy.

The intense pleasure between her loins was all of her focus. Her lack of mental acuity in all other areas ensured that she was oblivious to Sam’s driving and the encounter with the limping figure. Sam could have drifted off to the wrong side of the road, done a 360, and flipped the car on its side. All the while, Connie wouldn’t have noticed. In fact, it likely would have put her over the edge and caused her to squirt a stream of clear cum onto Kitty’s face. Yes, she could squirt, and she felt it building in her. The pressure was growing. This was an ability she had only tapped into two times before, and during both instances she was alone. No one had ever made her squirt, but she knew this feeling…it was coming.

How close they were to Connie’s home didn’t matter. She was sure she would lose it before they got there. Of course, time doesn’t flow the way you expect it to when you are drunk and near orgasm. They neared the two story townhouse, on the very edge of campus where few students lived. This neighborhood was more of the suburbs than the college town, but that is why Connie liked it.