"A Baby For Barbara" (from Underneath: 2048) closed

[Alice2015]

"A Baby For Barbara"
From the parent role play
"Underneath: 2048"http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1529165

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OOC:

• If you are following along with "Underneath", DON'T BEGIN READING THIS until it is actually linked to the main thread.
• I want the readers to begin enjoying it at the appropriate point in the time line.
• Don't worry, you won't miss anything. I will post a link in the main thread indicating that it is time to subscribe to and begin reading this thread.
• Speaking of time lines, this 1x1 has begun without an official start date. We will plug it into the time line at the appropriate moment.
• We do know that it will begin sometime after 12 August 2048, after Riley and Peter have pretty much established a fuck buddy relationship.
• And speaking of Riley and Peter, they are 2 of the 3 primary characters in this 1x1, the third being the title character, Barbara. The others such as Alice are only secondary.
• And away we go.

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Alice Pierce's Office
[Date yet to be determined]:

"Yes, Peter, glad you could join us," Alice said with a big smile and a perky tone as she stood from behind her desk and gestured the man inside. "Please, close the door behind you and join us. I think you know Barbara, don't you?"

The woman sitting in one of two chairs opposite Alice stood and faced Peter. She was nervous as hell, and it was obvious in the forced smile on her face and the tremble in her hand as she offered it out, saying, "Yes, Peter forced me to sink Karaoke a couple of times down in the Saloon, less I didn't get my drink."

She laughed again as they shook, remembering that horrific first time she'd taken the small stage. The Saloon had been packed as it was Family Entertainment Night. Barbara rarely went to the Saloon at all, despite it also serving as the primary dining location for the bunker's population. She preferred to get a simple meal, a sandwich or something portable and take it down to the Horticulture Center in which she was in charge.

Barbara knew Peter, just as she knew everyone in Underneath. But she didn't know him as many of the women in the community did. She'd heard the rumors that the popular male had bedded at least 4 of her female neighbors and, quite likely, was still was bedding at least one of them, Kimmie Simms. She often masturbated to the fantasy of having the handsome hunk between her own thighs, pumping away while driving her to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

But Barbara had never attempted to fulfill that fantasy. In fact, she'd always done her best to avoid Peter, knowing that if they were ever to be together in the same space alone, she would either run away screaming, ashamed of her inability to communicate with beau-hunks, let alone seduce one, or she would leap upon him and rip his clothes off and ravage his body in a desperate attempt to find that erotic fulfillment that had thus far escaped her since coming to Underneath.

"Barbara and I have been discussing her future in our little community," Alice began once Peter was sat across from her, almost side by side with the second woman. "She has almost single handedly brought the hydroculture system back to full capacity, or at least, as full as we can get it until we get the replacement fish for the aquaculture portion of Horticulture."

Barbara chuckled nervously, saying, "Well, it isn't all me. I've had help."

"But she wants to do more," Alice continued, ignoring the woman's attempts at humility. "Barbara would like to add something more to the future of Underneath, and that something requires your involvement."

When Alice looked to Barbara, the latter realized that the community's leader was looking to her to continue the explanation. Barbara diverted her eyes for a moment, glancing at her fiddling fingers, then cleared her throat and screwed up the courage.

"I want to have a baby," she said, adding, "And I'd like you to father it, Peter."

There was an awkward moment of silence, then Alice jumped back in. "Peter, when I invited you to come to Underneath, I did so because I knew you would be a valuable asset to the community. Your medical experience working with me at the hospital. Your personality and empathy, which have made you a hit at the bar."

She hesitated a moment, then continued, "But I also knew that you were a healthy and viral young man. The medical exam that you took after I told you about Underneath, the one every one took before they were asked to join us here. I suspect you remember that one part of the exam that some of the men were a bit skeptical about but which others only shrugged and said, sure, whatever."

Alice was talking about the semen sample, of course. It was important that each male member of the refugee group be fertile and able to add their unique DNA to the diversity of Underneath's population. Furthermore, Alice had had that DNA scanned for abnormalities that might produce negative results to a child or to children born to the community. Alice had actually had to pass on more than a dozen men and half a dozen women who she'd originally wanted to bring here because of what their DNA map had said to her.

"You are the best candidate for producing a child with Barbara," Alice told him with the same tone one might use to tell a student he was the best candidate for a scholarship to college. "This is not an order or a demand, of course. This is a big decision for you to consider. I'm not -- nor is Barbara -- asking you to play a part as father to this child. That's not what this is about. I'm only asking you to provide what Barbara needs to conceive a child, what this community needs to grow and thrive. If you need time to consider it, you have it. But Barbara will be ovulating in...?"

As Alice looked down to the tablet in front of her on which was the other woman's medical information, Barbara filled in the answer, "Six days. Six days from now. I have a very regular menstruation cycle. I could set the Atomic clock by my period, not the other way around."

As she was talking, Barbara was looking at Alice. She couldn't bring herself to look at Peter. It was just too embarrassing.

 

[KyleReevis]

"I think you know Barbara, don't you?"

Peter nodded to the woman who rose and offered her hand, as if they'd never in their lives met one another. Truthfully, though, they rarely saw each other outside of their respective jobs. She ran the Horticultural Center, and Peter worked food services, so every couple of days or so, he might go up a floor to her place of work to retrieve some freshly harvested food for Cookie or she might bring them down to the kitchen on Level 3.

As he shook her hand and then took his chair, Peter wondered how it was that in a facility this size and with him running the most popular part of that facility, the tavern, how it was that they didn't see and socialize with one another more often. And a step beyond just socializing, neither of them had ever attempted to seduce the other. Nearly every hot and horny woman in Underneath who wasn't otherwise handcuffed to another person (or lesbian, duh) had, at one time or another, attempted to get a bit intimate with Peter. He was one of the bunker's hotties, after all. It couldn't be helped. And, to be honest, Peter had tried to seduce his own share of Neathers, though, he didn't go at them hard and heavy because he just wasn't the type to put women in the awkward position of having to either reject him or hate him later.

So, why not Barbara. As Alice began explaining the current situation, Peter casually glanced the other woman's direction. She was attractive in her way, he guessed. She was no Riley, of course, with her dramatic eyes and her painted lips and that smokin' hot body with its colorful tattoos. Peter had never seen Barbara dress in anything tight fitting or revealing, so although he suspected she had some nice curves, he'd never seen them clearly enough to think Yeah, I want some of that.

"Barbara and I have been discussing her future in our little community," Alice was saying.

Peter honestly thought the boss meant that Barbara was wanting to move into a different field of work. He reminded them both about that one particular Family Entertainment Night by quipping, "Well, I hear the jazz band is looking for a new lead singer."

But that wasn't where the two women were heading, of course. There was a moment of awkward silence, followed by Barbara saying, "I want to have a baby. And I'd like you to father it, Peter."

Peter's eyes bulged in shock, and not just for one reason. He'd never had an interest in fathering a child with any of his past significant others, and now Alice was suggesting that he do so with a woman he barely knew but with him he essentially share a residence. Alice jumped into her explanation of how the medical exam he'd taken back before departure had shown him to be medically well suited to help usher in the next generations of Neathers. Peter couldn't help but smile a bit, happy to hear that he was such a worthy specimen.

"You are the best candidate for producing a child with Barbara," Alice said, stressing that what she was asking was not an order but his choice. "But Barbara will be ovulating in...?"

"Six days,"

"Holy fuck," Peter murmured, quickly apologizing, "Sorry, I didn't mean that. You just caught me off guard."

They wanted him to provide his half of a child in just six days. It was just kind of sudden for him. Hell, just this morning, Peter had been making a deposit into Kimmie's womb, not that it was going to result in a child as she was protected from such things. Kimmie, Peter thought to himself. What was she going to think about this? Should he tell her? He'd have to, wouldn't he? Was this going to be kept confidential? Would the other Neathers come to know all about this? So many questions, so few answers.

Alice had mentioned the testing of Peter's sperm back in North Platte, and she'd been talking so professionally here and now about this plan of theirs that in his mind, Peter had already come to the conclusion that Barbara would be artificially inseminated with what he spurted into a cup.

"So, regarding my participation," he began tentatively, not wanted to hurt any feelings. "After I, you know, fill a cup and you do your injection thing in Infirmary, if it works and Barbara conceives, which I wish you luck with, what is, well, what are my responsibilities after that? I mean. How do I say this? I'm not really the daddy type. I mean, is the plan for you, Barbara, to raise this child on your own, or am I expected to, you know, 3am diaper changes and testing milk temperature on my wrist, if that's still done I mean. And then teaching it -- him, her, whatever -- to ride a bike and hit a ball and hold a tea party for her stuffed animals?"

 

[Alice2015]

"So, regarding my participation," Peter began. "After I, you know, fill a cup and you do your injection thing in Infirmary..."

As he continued, the two women looked to one another with knowing and somewhat concerned expressions. Peter went on about the things fathers were normally expected to do with their children.

"Barbara?" Alice asked softly, prodding the woman to answer as she wished.

"I don't expect you to take a part in my baby's upbringing, Peter," she told him, her tone soft and almost apologetic. "I mean, if you wanted to, you could play a part."

She and Alice switched off back and forth speaking about how decades of research had shown that a child raised with its biological father firmly in the picture was more physically, emotionally, and spiritually well balanced. Barbara finished that part of the conversation with, "But this would be absolutely, totally, without a doubt your choice. I am totally capable of raising a child on my own."

"And you won't be alone, Barbara," Alice quickly added. "The entire community will be here to help raise your child."

They hesitated to allow Peter a chance to speak if he wished, then Alice said, "But, there's another issue regarding your, um participation."

Again the two women looked to each other with knowing expressions, then Alice informed Peter that there wouldn't be a need for him to fill a cup with his seed. She told him, "Because of her beliefs, personal beliefs, religious beliefs, I'm not going to get into it because it doesn't really matter. It is what it is. Peter, Barbara prefers that this takes place the old fashion way. She prefers that this baby be the product of intercourse."

Alice studied Peter's expression, glanced to Barbara for her own reaction which was one of agreement, then looked back to the prospective sperm donor. "Peter, if you are willing, we need you to engage in intercourse. And--"

She stopped short, having to clear her throat before she went on. "And while Barbara's menstrual cycle is as spot on as a Swiss watch, we can't be certain which of the five or six days of her ovulation period will actually produce a viable egg. So, if you're up for it, you'll need to successfully engage in intercourse twice a day for the six days of her ovulation cycle. Three times a day would be better, actually."

 

[KyleReevis]

Later that evening:

"Last call for alcohol!" Peter hollered out across the saloon in a sing-song tone, adding with humor, "Feel free to take your unfinished drinks with you wherever the hell you're going and bring the empties back later for cleaning, sanitizing, and refilling from the kegs, just so long as you get the fuck out!"

There was the usual combination of laughs, feigned sobs, and obscene retorts by the dozen or so people sitting about the tavern, but all complied and headed out for the evening. All but one, that was. Peter rounded up the bottles, glasses, and dishes the departing patrons had been kind enough to bring to the bar, then moved to stand directly in front of Riley. They were slipping off to a fuck and suck room as soon as he finished his work, but when she began helping him to get them out of their quicker, he told her to return to her stool because he had something to talk to her about. He told her about his conversation with Alice and Barbara and about what they wanted from him, his seed. Then he dropped the bomb.

"To ensure that conception is successful," he said, unsure as fuck as to how Riley was going to react to this, "Alice is recommending that I have intercourse with Barbara on a, well, a regular basis. Three times a day. For six days."

 

[ms_tiff]

"Last call for alcohol! Feel free to take your unfinished drinks with you wherever the hell you're going and bring the empties back later for cleaning, sanitizing, and refilling from the kegs, just so long as you get the fuck out!"

Riley's feet swung in the air as she twirled back and forth on the barstool, waiting for the other's to clear out. Since she and Peter had established their fuck buddy status this was her new routine. The pair would go through their respective days, the drudgery made easier now that there was a regular fuck waiting on the other side of it. At least that's how it was for Riley. Work was made all the more enjoyable as she would work on the generators, remembering how Peter had taken her that first time. By the end of the day she was already wet and more than ready for a tumble in a fuck and suck room.

God, what was taking him so long that night? Impatient to have him inside her again, Riley jumped off her stool and began to gather up the empty bottles and glasses around her. But when Peter told her to sit back down because he had something to tell her...Riley just hoped that their regular fuck sessions weren't coming to an end.

"Wait a second..." She held a hand up, her mind trying to wrap around the situation that Peter had just laid out to her. "Are you trying to tell me that you're gonna be some stud bull now? Like Alice is putting you out to pasture to spread your seed and what not? Good god."

Then the bomb dropped.

"Alice is recommending that I have intercourse with Barbara on a, well, a regular basis. Three times a day. For six days."

"Are you fucking with me?" Riley guffawed, "You've got to be. That's...that's ridiculous! So that means I don't get laid for six whole days? Fuck that! While you're busy getting your rocks off multiple times a day, I'm stuck with just my fingers again."

She slid off her stool and moved towards the stool where Peter sat. Standing between his legs, Riley pressed herself up against him.

"I'll tell you one thing. If I have to be stuck pleasing myself for the next six days, then you and I are gonna have one hell of a fuck tonight to get me through it."

With a hand inching up Peter's thigh, Riley traced the strong line of his jaw with her tongue. She cupped his cock, massaging Peter through his pants as she nibble on his earlobe.

"Unless the boss lady told you to save up all that sperm, in which case you're gonna have to get me off with that tongue."

 

[KyleReevis]

"Are you fucking with me?" Riley guffawed, talking about how she'd have to return to masturbation to fulfill the needs he'd been filling for the past few days, sometimes before and after she or he had headed off to their individual jobs. He was sure she was going to tell him no fucking way in hell, but then she told him, "I'll tell you one thing. If I have to be stuck pleasing myself for the next six days, then you and I are gonna have one hell of a fuck tonight to get me through it."

And with that it seemed as though Riley had accepted Peter's assignment of, as she'd called it, stud bull. As she slid a hand up his leg and began toying with his cock, Peter thought he should confirm that she had indeed said yes, do it. But honestly, he feared that she might not agree to the arrangement. Oh sure, their relationship was purely physical with them not once having gotten into any sort of conversation about permanence. But Peter had sworn off other women for the time being, and as far as he knew Riley had done the same, too. They were essentially a monogamous couple without the declaration of being monogamous.

They spent five more minutes cleaning up the bar and headed directly for the Meeting Room she'd reserved earlier in the day. They didn't even bother to use the two opposing doors to hide their entrance into the room, nor did they even look around to see if any one might notice them going inside. Peter had decided he didn't care if anyone knew he was fucking Riley. Had she? Or had she cleared the scene with peeks he didn't notice, thereby maintaining their secrecy. Peter didn't know and he didn't care.

Once behind the locked door, they were stripped and out of their clothes in seconds. Peter smelled of the bottle of home brew he'd accidentally spilt on himself, and Riley smelled of lubricants and bio-diesel smoke. They headed to the little shower in the corner, where he pressed Riley against the cool tiles and treated her to an abundance of kisses, caresses, and gropes. Finally unable to hold off anymore, he grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifted her to wrap her legs around his waist, and rammed his cock deep into her for what was going to turn out to be one long, hard, and satisfying fuck for each of them.

 

[ms_tiff]

Spent after a marathon fuck session, Riley collapsed on the well used mattress. Her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath as she lay there beside Peter.

The two had made ample use of the "meeting room" and had fucked over every inch of the room. From their first rough session against the wall of the shower. To Riley sucking Peter's delicious cock as he sat on the small sofa. To hours spent on the bed fucking each other in every position imaginable - and the two had very good imaginations. The whole session culminating in Riley riding Peter until her body gave out.

"Fuck that was so good." She laughed when she could finally breath again. Her heart still beat rapidly beneath her breast, her body covered in the kind of sweat you can only get from a good fuck and her sex aching from the delicious abuse it had received.

It wasn't a secret that Riley and Peter were fuck buddies. Anyone who saw the pair together could feel the sexual chemistry between them. Riley made it perfectly clear to anyone who asked (and there had been quite a few questions) that they were strictly fuck buddies and nothing else. Relationships had never been and would never be Riley's thing. She'd seen too many fucked up relationships to ever believe in them. But still, she knew Peter wasn't fucking anyone else at the moment and she hadn't either. Not that she wouldn't if given the opportunity, but rather she felt satisfied enough with Peter to not go looking for more.

Rolling up onto her side, Riley propped her head with her hand and looked over at Peter.

"So, how much longer do I get you to myself before you get put to stud?"

 

[KyleReevis]

As they lay there with their hearts beating fast and their chests still rising and falling, Riley laughed out, "Fuck that was so good."

Peter would have joined with his own laugh, but the girl had simply exhausted him. He rarely if ever came three times during on session of sex unless it was stretched out over an evening and the morning following, and yet Riley had caused him to empty his nuts three times in just under as many hours. He was spent, body and balls both, and all he wanted to do now was close his eyes and sleep. Riley rolled to face him, asking, "So, how much longer do I get you to myself before you get put to stud?"

To this Peter did laugh. He shook his head lightly, murmuring, "I can't believe I agreed to this. I mean, I knew when Alice asked me to join her her at Underneath that I would be expected to father a child or children. You know I worked with her at the hospital, right? Anyway, we've known each other quite a while, and she'd felt comfortable with talking to me about the subject. The human race is going extinct, some say. The first time since its evolution."

It was hard to know exactly what was really happening out there in the real world, of course. But when they'd left North Platte, the latest word had been that the human population of Earth had broken 1 billion and was still falling. It was hard for Peter to believe that between the most recent pandemic, COVID-47, and all the other hazards to human life, that the number of humans being born across the planet was actually less than the number that were dying.

When he was born, there were almost 8 billion people on the planet. Each day, 200,000 new babies were born. 140 new human beings every minute of every day! In a single year, Earth's human population increased by 80 million. That was close to the populations of California, Texas and New York combined! And now, to save the human race from extinction, Peter had to put his cock inside a woman he barely knew to make a baby inside her? It would be worse, he thought. I could be staring at a porn and pumping into a Dixie cup.

He looked to Riley and smiled. Glancing down to his mostly deflated cock, he told her, "If you could give me a few hours sleep to recuperate from whatever the fuck that was--"

He laughed, kissed her as he groped a firm titty, then kissed her again before finishing, "Then I might be able to give you another go round in the morning, and if I have anything left to give you after that, well, I think you have me for three or four more days."

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They would have their next morning together as Peter promised, but the news after that wouldn't be so welcome. In the saloon the following afternoon just before the opening for lunch, Alice came by to tell him he needed to cease all ejaculations until his first session with Barbara. That came as a serious disappointment to Peter, obviously. He and Riley had had a long, erotic conversation about some of the things they were still yet to do to one another's bodies, but now that was going to have to wait. They'd talked about how he could still fulfill her needs while he was servicing Barbara, of course. But honestly, Peter doubted very much that he could finger Riley to orgasm or eat her out and make her cry out in ecstasy without wanting to free his cock and put it in her as well.

Peter promised Alice he'd refrain from sex with anyone else, then went on with his lunch preps, wondering how his fierce and needy lover was going to deal with the news.

(OOC: Alice2015, I presume it's your turn?)

 

[Alice2015]

The next day:

The noise of the machinery room was overwhelming to Barbara, and she couldn't fathom how someone could work down here for hours as a time, particularly a woman like Riley Jacobs. Just by total coincidence, during their six months of living together in Underneath, Barb had never once seen Riley in her grubbies covered with dirt and grime. Every time she'd seen the young beauty she was cleaned up and fixed up and looking fine, as opposed to the way she often looked when ripping a machine apart or pumping lubricants or any of the other hundreds of tasks she performed to keep the bunker habitable.

Barb often felt a bit inferior to Riley in many ways. Oh sure, Barb ran the Horticultural Lab were all of the fresh foods were grown, and without her efforts and knowledge the entire population would be eating out of cans and boxes, at least until those ran out and they all died of starvation. But Riley, she made this place run in the first place, and without the power her machines produced and the water they filtered and the waste byproducts that were turned into fertilizer, Barb's work would end in an instant.

But that wasn't the only reason Barb felt inferior to Riley. There were a lot of beautiful women in Underneath, but in Barb's mind, Riley Jacobs was a Goddess. Barb had often sat in the corner of the Saloon and studied the woman: her movements, her voice, her laughter, her hair, her makeup. Barb tried to pick up on little things that she could incorporate into her own personality that would make her more attractive to the men of Underneath.

It was no secret that, as with Kimmie Simms, most of the men in the bunker likely beat their meat to fantasies of spending quality time between Riley's thighs. Barb couldn't imagine having that much male interest in her body. Oh, she had a nice shape, that wasn't the problem. She stood 5'6" with curves that measured out at 36-24-36 and firm, gravity defying breasts that crowded a B-cup but didn't quite fill the next size up.

She'd been told by the very few men who'd ever seen her naked (there had only been three, to be honest) that she was beautiful, with one even telling her she was the sexiest thing he'd ever laid upon. But Barb had had a confidence problem as a teen and young adult, and now at 31 but looking firm and tight like a woman a decade younger, she simply couldn't believe that she was all that.

Which was exactly why she was standing in the machinery room, looking for the woman who everyone by now knew was having regular sex with the man who in just 5 days would be filling her womb with his seed.

Barb flinched in surprise as Riley stepped into view from behind a big water tank, making eye contact. She smiled and gave a weak wave, wondering what Riley's first thought was upon see the woman who'd soon be having her man. Yes, just as Barb knew about Riley, she also assumed Riley knew about her.

Stepping tentatively forward and calling out over the noise, Barb asked, "I was wondering whether or not you had time to sit with me, to talk about some things. To talk about, you know, what's happening, between Peter and I."

Barb realized she was shaking deep down in her core. She had come her essentially to ask for advice from the lover of the man she was soon to become lovers with. No, not lovers! Barb reminded herself. Not lovers!

 

[ms_tiff]

“Mother fucking piece of shit.” Riley threw her wrench down and kicked at the generator. Was the generator a piece of shit? Of course. But it wasn’t the reason why she was so pissed off. Riley was frustrated beyond measure that she had finally found someone in this godforsaken world that she could get her rocks off with. And now the all mighty Alice had decreed that Peter couldn’t stick his cock in Riley for the next five days. Not only that, but he was going to be studding himself out to Barbara.

Riley knew that things were going to be different Underneath. She knew that rules would be different, that society would be different. But fuck this! She was tired of things being taken away from her. Her whole life had revolved around losing things, losing people. She was sick of it.

Heaving a world-weary sigh, Riley stepped away from the generator. The heat of the room was getting to her, that’s all it was. Unzipping her grease stained coveralls, she tied the sleeves around her waist. Her arms were slick with sweat, making the floral tattoo sleeve on her right arm glisten. Her long, dark hair was tied up in its customary scarf. Though she wore no makeup, she was sure her face was probably painted in grease.

Moving around the massive water tank that kept the machines cool, Riley started when she saw Barbara standing there.

"I was wondering whether or not you had time to sit with me, to talk about some things. To talk about, you know, what's happening, between Peter and I."

Riley could barely hear her over the machines. Moving closer, she let her eyes move over the other woman slowly. In the six months that they had lived in Underneath, Riley had barely said more than five words to Barb. The two didn’t exactly run in the same circles. Their only interactions really happening when Riley had to visit the agriculture floor to fix the lights or irrigation. She’d seen the woman around and had even had a few dirty dreams about her.

Barb was an unassuming woman, quiet where Riley was rowdy, demure where Riley was crass. They couldn’t be more opposite. Riley wondered how they would differ in bed. Would Peter prefer what Barb had to offer over Riley? Would he want to continue fucking Barb after? Would Riley lose her friend and fuck buddy?

“Yea, sure.” Riley nodded quickly. “It’s too loud in here, though.” She nodded towards the door and indicated for Barb to follow her. Leading her out of the generator room, Riley wandered into the stairwell. With several doors between them and the generators, the deafening rumble was now a gentle hum.

“So…what did you want to talk about?” Riley leaned against the wall, one foot propped up on the smooth gray concrete, arms folded over her chest.

 

[Alice2015]

As Riley moved closer to her, Barb found it difficult not to let her gaze drop to the woman's beautiful bosom. Oh, sure, Barb's breasts were beautiful and shapely, too, and they were ogled quite often by the men of Underneath. But that confidence problem kept coming back to scream out at Barb, "They aren't interested in your tits, girl! They aren't interested in you at all!"

Which was the reason for the answer Barb gave when Riley asked, “So…what did you want to talk about?”

"Can you make me attractive?" Barb asked bluntly. She wasn't sure what reaction she'd expected from Riley, but she continued, "I know this is awkward."

She laughed, looking away, unable to maintain eye contact with the woman considering the topic. She cleared her throat, considered her words, then looked back to the other woman and forced herself to be bold. "Riley, you're the most incredible, most beautiful, most erotic woman in Underneath."

Barb hesitated just a tiny moment, then went on, "I can't compare to you. I can't. I know that. So. So--"

The words wouldn't come out, and Barb looked away again for a few seconds. Turning her now glistening eyes back yet again, she got to the point. "In order to get what I need from Peter, his, you know, his sperm, his seed--"

She drew a deep breath, then chuckled nervously. She plowed through quickly, "In order to make this happen, I have to be able to excite Peter such that he can perform, and, Riley, I'm not you. Compared to you, I'm a $19.99 blow up doll from the Adult Book Store."

She drew another deep breath, released it, successfully blinked away the tears before they fell as she finished, "I need you help, please. I'm desperate. I need you to make me attractive enough for Peter to want to have sex with me."

 

[ms_tiff]

If the desperation on Barbara’s face and in her plea, hadn’t been so obvious, Riley would have laughed at the absurdity of her request. She nearly did laugh, the sound strangling itself in her throat when she saw the tears that threatened to spill from Barb’s eyes before the other woman blinked them away quickly.

Here Riley was, so jealous that Barb would have Peter to herself for six days of endless fuck session and nervous that Peter wouldn’t want to fuck her again after being with Barb. In reality, though, it seemed Barb was the one with doubts.

“You’re kidding, right?” Riley arched an eyebrow as she looked the woman up and down. Sure, her clothing was on the baggy side - who in Underneath wasn’t wearing ill-fitting, secondhand clothes? – but even under the oversized clothes, Riley could tell Barb had a banging body.

Or a bang-able body, Riley couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. She’d be lying if she hadn’t fantasized a few times about the pretty horticulturist between her legs. Then again, she’d imagined pretty much everybody in Underneath between her legs at one point or another. But, Riley could see how this situation might be worked to her advantage.

“Barb, trust me, you don’t have anything to worry about when it comes to Peter finding you attractive and wanting to fuck you.” Riley sighed and started to run a hand through her hair before she realized said hand was coated in grease.

“Okay, if you really want my help, I’ll do it. But, let’s go up to the berths first. I’m in desperate need of a shower.”

The two women made their way up to the shower room. The room was empty as Riley turned on the farthest shower. The pipes clanked as water sputtered out of the shower head.

Riley unzipped her coveralls and pulled her sweat soaked tank top off, letting them fall to the floor in a pile. Her panties soon followed and she stood, naked, in front of Barbara without a care in the world.

“If you want my help, I’m going to need to see what I’m working with. So, I need you to lose the clothes.” Riley said, stepping into the shower with a sigh as the warm water washed over her.

 

[Alice2015]

“You’re kidding, right?”

With the first words spoken between them, Barb knew that this had been a mistake. What did you think she was going to say, idiot! 'Sure, I'll help you get prettier so that my boyfriend'll be so hot and bothered he'll wanna fuck your brains out again and again!' Jeez, Barb.

When Riley told her that she need not worry about Peter wanting to fuck her, Barb's lips spread in an embarrassed smile and her face exploded in a fiery blush. Riley agreed, which pleased Barb so much that she almost threw herself at the other woman for a tight hug, remembering at the last moment that the mechanic was covered in grease and grime.

They headed upstairs, and without hesitation Riley stripped down to nothing at all. Barb realized suddenly that she'd never seen the Riley naked before. In her underwear as she walked about Berthing or wrapped in a towel as she was entering, exiting, or sprucing up in the Hygiene Room, but naked? No.

And suddenly, Barb's feelings of inferiority only increased. Everything about the girl's body was perfect! And she just stood there in the buff so confident about her appearance, not once moving to hide those perfect tits and their hardened nipples or the perfectly and skillfully shaved triangle of flesh at the meeting of her thighs where at this proximity Barb's unintended and quickly ceased glance downward made her believe she caught a glimpse of the other woman's clit just barely peeking out from between bare lips, as if to say, No shame gets game.

“If you want my help, I’m going to need to see what I’m working with," Riley said. When Barb only stood there in panic, Peter's current lover told his future one, "So, I need you to lose the clothes.”

This was a mistake, Barb told herself, preparing to turn and flee and maybe explain herself later when her heart wasn't pounding like a jack hammer. She watched as Riley stepped under the stream and marveled at how the water flowed over and around her curves, clinging to the undersides of her nipples when she turned her back to the flow or trailed river like between the inner, upper reaches of her thighs and in between them to flow away at those womanly folds.

Suddenly, as the other woman was soaping herself up and glanced back to her, Barb realized that she was staring with hunger. She diverted her eyes quickly, hesitated, then very slowly began shedding her clothing. Never in her life, with the exception of Alice Pierce, who had been her Ob-Gyn, and one other female doctor to whom she'd gone for a rash situation, had Barb fully undressed before another woman.

But the clothes did come off: outer shirt, tee shirt, shoes, slacks socks. She hesitated for a moment, looking around the Hygiene Room as if hoping Riley was the only one there, which she was, before finally and slowly unclipping her bra and then shakily pushing her panties off her hips and down her legs. As each item left her body, she'd taken the time to neatly fold them and set them on the nearby bench.

Suddenly, Barb caught sight of herself in one of the full length mirrors mounted on the bulkhead. She grimaced at the sight of an unkempt body: she hadn't moisturized her skin since coming here six months ago, having forgotten her bath bag in the car back at North Platte and being too self conscious to ask others to share theirs, particularly since there likely wouldn't be anymore for ever; she'd been cutting her own hair with a dull pair of scissors, not wanting to even bother the Neather who was the official barber; and while she'd done an excellent job of maintaining her diet and exercise to keep her body tight and free of unwanted weight, she hadn't shaved her pits and legs since leaving North Platte, and she'd never in her life shaved her muff, other than giving it a trim around the edges to make her presentable in her very modest, very conservative bikini, which in truth few people had ever seen her in.

To put it bluntly, she was a mess. She was a mess, and no matter how much Riley reassured her, Peter was not gonna get it up when he saw her naked the first time. Her only hope was for the room to be pitch black and to have him do her from behind, so that he wasn't subjected to all that fur.

(OOC: For any of our readers, Riley's writer has seen the image of what Barb will look like once the work has been put in, but I am not going to present it to you until that time has come.)

 

[ms_tiff]

As Riley washed the grease and grime from her body, she watched Barb hesitantly strip out of her clothes. There was something sensuous about watching another woman strip. Riley had always enjoyed watching the slow reveal of flesh, the lustful tug in the pit of her stomach as each inch of skin was exposed for her pleasure.

But this wasn’t a strip tease for Riley’s benefit. This was a woman, ashamed of her body, begging for help. From the slouch of Barb’s shoulders to the way that she tried to shield herself with her arms, it was quite clear that the woman was embarrassed of her appearance.

Stepping out of the stream of water, Riley walked a slow circle around Barb.

“First off, Peter is going to be rock hard when he gets a look at you.” Riley whistled as she stopped in front of Barb. “I mean, look at these.” She cupped Barb’s breasts, her thumbs tracing the nipples in slow circles. “He’s going to love having his hands all over them.”

Riley bit her lip, wanting nothing more than to take one of those nipples in her mouth.

Not the time, she thought, but maybe soon.

“As for the rest of you…” Riley looked Barb up and down slowly. “Nothing a simple razor can’t fix. I’ve got plenty of spares and you’re welcome to use ‘em whenever you need.”

She ran a hand down Barb’s stomach until her fingers tangled in the full bush between the other woman’s legs.

“Now this…” she let her fingers play in the curls, “we can shave or simply trim up. It’s totally your choice.”

Standing there, so close to another naked woman, Riley could feel her skin flushing and nipples tightening with the first surge of primal lust. She wanted nothing more than to stay right there, teasing Barb until she was begging for release. The thought of Barb cumming from her touch had Riley wet, but this wasn’t about her.

She stepped back, meeting Barb’s gaze.

“I’ll be right back.” Riley said. She gave Barb’s perky tits one last squeeze (it was too hard to resist) and wandered into the Women’s Berth, completely nude and dripping wet. She returned a moment later with a fresh razor and a can of shave gel.

Holding them up she asked with a wink, “So, what do you think? Are we going full bush, landing strip, or beautifully bald? Dealer’s choice.”

 

[Alice2015]

Barb stood there near the bench with one arm across her bosom, hiding her nipples, while the fingers of the other hand hovered atop the triangle of hair at the meeting of her thighs, embarrassed to be standing in the Hygiene room naked at all, let alone about to be surveyed by her future lover's lover.

She only lowered her hands when Riley directed her to do so, and even then they were ready to flash back into place, even without her brain's consent. But, she fought off the urge, even after the other woman, a stranger to her almost as much as was Peter, reached to cup one of her breasts

Barb flinched noticeably, as much so as if some man had groped her in a bar, nt that she'd ever been in a bar, let alone groped by a man. She reacted with surprise, and honestly a bit of pleasure, as she felt Riley's finger tips toying with her nipples.

“He’s going to love having his hands all over them.”

Barb wanted to ask Really? but she was still so shocked that she couldn't have formed the word if she'd wanted.

Riley spoke of a razor in regards to the forests of hair from her arm pits to her ankles, and all the while she was caressing a hand downward toward Barb's crotch. A chill ran up her spine that exploded her skin in goose flesh, and her body trembled once, then again so obviously that Riley looked into her eyes with that little twinkle for which she was so famously known.

And then those fingers were intertwined with the thick bush of curls inside of which was her womanhood, safely hidden from the view of a world which, until now, had had no interest in it. “Now this … we can shave or simply trim up. It’s totally your choice.”

"I, I, um, I'm..."

Barb simply couldn't respond. First, she didn't have an answer about shave or trim, and second she was very quickly being overcome by a serious need to find a quiet, private place and run her fingertips rapidly side to side and roundy roundy over her clit. She couldn't believe how overcome with lust and a need for release she was right now. And because another woman was touching her!

Riley turned to leave, and almost immediately Barb's hands and arms returned to covering her special places. She wanted to bad to let her fingers find her clit as it was right there! But she resisted and continued to just stand there, trembling in the chill of the Hygiene Room.

"Jesus, Riley," an angry female voice sounded out in the Berthing area, "Kids come down here sometimes, ya know."

Riley returned a moment later, flashing a razor and asking full bush, landing strip, or beautifully bald? Dealer’s choice.

Again, Barb had no idea as to what was preferable. She again reluctantly removed her hands from in front of those places the other woman said Peter was going to love to see. Then hoping she understood the reference to be about Poker, something she knew, Barb said meekly, "You deal. I'm, I'm just, just hoping to reach the showdown without folding. What would Peter want?"

 

[ms_tiff]

“Hmmm.” Riley tapped the razor’s handle against her chin, her eyes moving over Barb’s body as she considered her next move.

“First we need to get you all lathered up.” She said, taking Barb’s hand and pulling her into the shower stall. Absent mindedly closing the curtain to the stall, Riley directed the woman to prop one foot up on the shower’s bench. Kneeling before her, Riley squirted a bit of shave gel into her hand and began to spread it across the full bush. Her fingers combed through the lush curls, massaging the gel in. She looked up at Barb, a wicked glint to her gaze as she teased one finger between the folds of Barb’s sex and “accidentally” rubbed against her clit.

“Now, hold still, I don’t want to nick this beautiful pussy.” Riley said, pulling her hand away from Barb’s sex. She ran the razor under the water, getting the blade wet before slowly running the razor over the woman’s crotch. Running a hand slowly up Barb’s right leg, Riley cupped her sex under the pretense of holding her steady as Riley shaved. If a finger decided to go rogue and tease the woman’s clit every now and then, that wasn’t Riley’s fault, was it?

The first bit done, Riley rubbed more shave gel over Barb’s crotch and did another pass, making sure to get every last bit of hair. She moved slowly, savoring the experience. Her fingers continuing to tease Barb as she forced the woman to stay still. She could feel her fingers growing slick with the growing wetness between Barb’s legs. Very interesting.

Finally, Riley ran a hand over the freshly shaved pussy, giving Barb a gentle smack between her legs.

“What do you think?” Riley asked, sitting back on her heels to observe her handiwork.

 

[Alice2015]

“First we need to get you all lathered up.”

Barb very quickly realized that she had been totally ignorant about the other woman's plans to beautify her. She'd assumed that Riley was going to tell her what to do, not do it for her! Before she realized what was happening, Riley's hands were all over her, including making contact with her most personal of places.

"Maybe I should, you know," Barb tried at one point, only to falter as Riley's hand accidentally glanced across the sensitive folds of her labia. She flinched at the feeling of something touching her by now swollen clit, almost barking out, "Shouldn't I, maybe, Riley, I mean, oh god..."

The oh god wasn't a reaction to the sudden short of pleasure the incidental contact had made but instead was just a reaction to what was being down down yonder. As Riley continued, Barb chuckled nervously a couple of times, knowing or at the least seriously believing that the other woman was making all of this accidental contact on purpose.

“Now, hold still, I don’t want to nick this beautiful pussy.”

Barb laughed again and looked away to hide her seriously blushing face. No one had said that about her womanhood, not a man who'd seen it and certainly not a woman, not that any had. Okay, Alice Pierce had seen it during her exams prior to coming to Underneath, but Alice was a medical professional, and all she has said about Barb's reproductive parts was that they were normal, healthy, and perfectly capable of producing children if ever the day arrived to contemplate such things.

Well that day had arrived, of course. And now, another woman was the first to make comment on her pussy, calling it beautiful. Oh god, what's happening here?

Barb braved through the shaving, fighting hard as hell not to show reaction to the brief touches that were causing her to boil inside with a need for release. Finally Riley sat back and asked, “What do you think?”

Not hearing the woman's question immediately while her mind was occupied with all sorts of inappropriate fantasies, Barb finally looked down to Riley, then to her crotch, and after a long moment of staring and shifting her legs and belly to get a better view, her response was, "It's, well, isn't it kinda, you know, kinda exposed?"

Barb had never shaved her pussy like this. The last time there had been this little hair down there she'd been 11 years old, just entering puberty at the same age her mother and sisters had before her. She could see everything! Her outer labia, her inner labia when she opened her legs (which she only did for an instant as she realized she was flashing it all to Riley), and her swollen clit, was at this moment seemed so huge, though in actually it was just its normal size, which compared to other women was just a bit larger than normal.

She looked to Riley and asked with total ignorance, "And Peter's gonna like this?"

 

[ms_tiff]

“It's, well, isn't it kinda, you know, kinda*exposed?"

Riley chuckled as Barb began instepectin her newly bald sex.

“That’s the point.” She teased, watching as Barb flashed her pussy before quickly closing her legs again. A delicious blush covered the woman’s skin as she realized she’d been flashing Riley.

"And Peter's gonna like this?"

Barb’s insecurity was endearing. She obviously had no clue just how attractive she was.

“He’ll fucking love it.” Riley assured her. “I know I do.” She added with a devilish wink. As if to prove her point, Riley ran her hand over the smooth skin of Barb’s sex, her fingers delving between the wet folds, running along the length of her slick pussy from back all the way up to her clit. Her thumb pressed against the little button, massaging slowly as Riley placed a gentle kiss on the freshly shaved flesh.

She looked up at Barb, gaging the woman’s reaction.

 

[Alice2015]

“He’ll fucking love it,” Riley reassured the other woman, adding, “I know I do.”

Barb wasn't sure how to react to the second half of Riley's declaration because she didn't understand her meaning. Then suddenly, Riley was reaching a hand out to touch her. Barb flinched as the other woman's fingers found her outer labia with a gentle touch, then delved a fingertip between them and ran is softly along the very sensitive folds.

She drew a sudden breath, letting it out with a shocked, "Oh!

Barb had never had a woman touch her like this. Was Riley simply admiring her handy work, or was she intentionally trying to cause Barb pleasure. When the other woman's thumb found and pressed against her clit, eliciting another deep breath of excitement and a softly whispered Oh Jesus this time, there was no doubt left in Barb's mind as to the beauty's intent.

"I don't--" Barb began, not finishing as she backed up against the wall and away from Riley's touch. Her bosom was still swelling with excited breaths as she studied the other woman, trying to understand what was happening. She finally managed, "Why are you doing this, Riley?"

 

[ms_tiff]

Riley considered the question. Why was she doing this? Why was she teasing Barb in a way that was making Riley’s own sex wet?

She looked up at Barb. The other woman’s nipples were hard, pink peaks atop creamy white breasts. Nipples that begged to be sucked and licked and pulled. The perfectly shaved pussy in front of Riley was tempting beyond belief. Riley’s mouth watered, desperate to taste the treasure hidden between the soft folds. Barb’s lips were parted in a soft pant; beautifully plump lips that begged for Riley to ravage them with kisses.

There was no denying that Riley was attracted to Barb. Was it jealousy that drove her to this? Jealousy that Barb was going to have Peter all to herself…or jealousy that Peter would have Barb?

“Let’s get the rest of you cleaned up.” Riley stood slowly. It was clear that, while Barb was turned on by Riley’s touch, she wasn’t ready for more. That didn’t mean that Riley couldn’t have her fun, though.

Her hands slid down Barb’s arms, capturing the woman’s wrists and bringing them above her head. With her left hand around Barb’s wrists, Riley lathered each armpit with shave gel and carefully traced the razor over the curve.

As she worked, Riley pressed her body close to Barb’s, their breasts rubbing against each other. Riley’s leg between Barb’s, her knee pressing into the other woman’s sex.

Finished with Barb’s armpits, Riley turned her head to face the woman, their lips so close to each other that Riley could feel each labored breath.

“Why don’t you finish up. Meet me at my bunk when you’re done.” Riley pressed her knee tight to Barb’s sex before stepping away and heading back to her bunk to dress.

 

[Alice2015]

Riley's answer to Barb's question about why the former was so obviously trying to pleasure her when this interaction between them wasn't supposed to have been sexual at all ... was so not answer the question and instead say, “Let’s get the rest of you cleaned up.”

Riley set about shaving Barb's arm pits, which initially seemed innocent enough.
But the amount of contact between their bodies was undeniably intentional and meant to be suggestive of a desire on Riley's part to have sex with Barb.

And despite not ever having considered herself attracted to other women, Barb was getting hot as fuck to have Riley continue to make the encounter progressively more sexual. She was burning up between her legs, and her bosom was rising and falling noticeably at the excitement level rising within her.

When her pits and Riley turned her face toward Barb, the latter licked her lips in anticipation of a kiss, knowing and yearning and fearing that the other woman would indeed press their mouths together.

And yet, it didn't happen. Riley instead said, “Why don’t you finish up. Meet me at my bunk when you’re done.”

And Riley was gone, leaving Barb standing there, naked and still sporting little spots of shaving cream from her chest and arms to her thighs and pussy. What had just happened? Barb couldn't answer that question because she didn't know what Riley had done or had wanted to do to her. She'd been seducing her, right? All that touching and suggesting body language and contact and comments about her beautiful pussy?

Barb wanted answers, and she wanted to run right out into berthing and get them. But how would she ask what she needed to know with others in the room as well. Instead, she forced herself to sit down, lather her legs, and shave them from ankle to hip. She turned the shower back on from its previous slow drip that had been intended to simply clean the razor.

Once she was clean of the lotions, she dried and donned her loose fitting clothes again, then headed out into berthing. There were at least half a dozen women all about doing things or talking to one another, and Barb felt self conscious about just walking right up to Riley. But she drew a deep breath and headed for the other woman's bunk.

 

[ms_tiff]

Lounging in quiet oasis of her lower bunk, Riley stared up at the springs of the bunk above her. Like many of the women, Riley had created a little cave using dressers and blankets and beds so she could have some semblance of privacy. A privacy that she relished on nights when she was feeling a bit...frisky. Which, lets face it, was most nights.

Now, freshly showered with her dark hair hanging loose around her shoulder, the wet strands curling slightly, and changed into a clean(ish) pair of jeans and a white tshirt, Riley was grateful for the privacy to be alone with her thoughts. It had been a long time since she had touched another woman and her hands could still feel the soft, supple skin of Barb's breasts. Riley recalled the soft mewling of Barb's pleasure as she had rubbed the other woman's clit.

Riley didn't know if Barb had ever been with another woman. Maybe the touch had been a simple, natural reaction to another person's touch and not an indication of desire for Riley herself. All Riley knew was that she enjoyed touching and teasing Barb and she very much wanted to do it again. The question was if Barb was interested as well.

The blanket that served as the door to Riley's bunk lifted and Barb stood in the "doorway."

"C'mon in." Riley sat up and gestured for Barb to enter. The woman was clothed once more and Riley forced down the desire to strip her of those clothes.

"Alright, now that you're all buffed and polished," she winked at Barb and began to gather up her dwindling make-up supply, "it's time to put a little extra shine on you."

Riley positioned Barb on the edge of the bed and knelt between her legs. With the tip of her tongue between her teeth, Riley went to work on Barb's face. She plucked and shaped the woman's eyebrows and applied moisturizer to the rough patches of her skin. Then, when a perfect blank canvas sat before her, Riley worked her magic.

After thirty minutes, Riley sat back and admired her handiwork. The woman sitting before her was a masterpiece. Guessing that Barb didn't want a full face of junk, Riley had gone the natural route and highlighted the woman's beautiful bone structure. She had used soft browns and pinks to shadow the eyelids, bringing focus to stunning eyes. A soft, rosy pink gloss dotted Barb's lips, making them look plump and kissable.

"Perfect!" Riley all but squealed. She held up a mirror for Barb to see herself.

"Now," Riley stood and pulled Barb to her feet. "It's time for wardrobe." Riley had already been considering what she wanted Barb to change into. The two women, she guessed, were roughly the same size in clothes. She threw a pair of skinny jeans and a light blue tshirt to Barb.

"Try these on." She said, leaning back against her dresser. "You can go to your bunk if you want...or you could change here." Riley winked.

 

[Alice2015]

"C'mon in."

Barb just stood there a moment, unsure of what to do. She wanted to know what had just happened in the Hygiene Room, but she didn't know how to ask. Riley, why did you fondle my clitoris when all you were supposed to do was give me advice on how to look pretty for your lover, who I'm going to fuck repeatedly for five days. Yeah. No.

Instead she ended up sitting on the other woman's bed while she made up her face with the effort and time investment that Barb hadn't put in since her dating days long before Underneath. And the entire time that Riley was right there with her knees on a pillow on the floor, in between Barb's own parted knees, the mother-to-be-if-all-went-well was expecting the other woman to lean in and kiss her or caress her or grope her or something, and yet it didn't happen.

And Barb found herself simultaneously relieved and disappointed.

If Riley had asked are you into chicks, Barb would of course answered No!
I'm preparing to have sex with a man and have a baby and be a mother! I'm not a lesbian!

And yet...

"Perfect!" Riley all but squealed, interrupting Barb's reverie about the last hour or so and what it had or hadn't been and meant. Looking into the mirror, her eyes opened wide and her lips spread in a smile. She murmured more to herself than to Riley a simple, "Wow. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful."

"Now, it's time for wardrobe."

Barb found herself holding a pair of skinny jeans that she would never in a million years thought of wearing if not told to by Riley. The light blue tee shirt was a thin fabric that she knew would show off her nipples if and, likely, when they were hardened by any sort of erotic excitement, even with a bra.

She began to contest, "I can't--"

"Try these on," Riley said, either not caring about or not understanding what Barb had been about to say. "You can go to your bunk if you want...or you could change here."

Barb looked up to the Riley just as the other woman winked. Her face exploded with a blush, and recalling the Hygiene Room and still not having the answers she needed, Barb quickly stood to leave and said, "I'll be back."

She didn't go to her bunk, though, instead returning to the bathroom. There were full length mirrors there, and she'd only realized after she left that she hadn't gotten a look at the new and improved Barbara Anne Cooper. She checked to ensure that no one was there once again, then quickly stripped off her clothes and stood tall before the mirror.

"Unbelievable," a very naked and almost unrecognizable Barb said aloud about herself. She turned this way and that, checking the curves of her bosom and hips and buttocks before giggling into a hand quickly raised to cover her mouth. She repeated the movements a second time, then again talking aloud though softly, "Yes, Riley, I think maybe Peter's gonna love this."

 

[KyleReevis]

It had only been 2 days since he'd last had his dick polished by Riley's pussy, and yet Peter was dying! Every so often without realizing what he was doing, he found himself grazing a hand over his crotch or, for comfort's sake, shifting his lonely cock around in his slacks and then leaving his hand down there a bit longer, just to drive his limpness to a rock hard stiffness to masturbate. But then he'd remember what Alice said about his needing to refrain from any form of ejaculation at all, whether it was into Riley's mouth or pussy or onto the concrete wall of a men's berthing shower stall.

What was even worse than simply having to remain celibate, even if it was still only for three or four more days, was having to turn away other past lovers who were coming around for another shot at Peter's peter. Three separate women, all of whom knew he'd been diddling Riley for weeks, came up to him over the past 48 hours in an attempt to entice him to a fuck and suck room or even just to a dark corner someplace for a quickie. His male lover even came up to the bar and inquired as to whether he wanted to go someplace for a little bit of mouth on cock, and while Peter was more than happy to do him, he'd known he couldn't get through it without wanting to empty his own balls into the man's mouth, so he'd very respectfully and very reluctantly asked for a rain check.

Three more days, he caught himself thinking again. And even then, it'll be with Barb? Oh, Peter knew he'd perform just fine, and he knew that any experience getting your rocks off was a good experience. But, well, Barb wasn't Riley, she was Barb. And c'mon, she wasn't even really that attractive, was she?

 

[ms_tiff]

Riley was tempted to follow Barb into the bathroom, but decided to give the woman at least some semblance of privacy. If she didn't want to change in front of Riley, it wasn't her place to push Barb further than she was willing to go.

"I knew they'd fit." She said, appraising Barb as she walked back into Riley's bunk. The jeans hugged the subtle curve of Barb's hips and the worn tshirt was snug against her perfect breasts. Just like Riley had hoped, the shirt highlighted Barb's nipples which, in the cool air of the bunker, were beautifully peaked and outlined by the fabric.

Riley moved around her, looking Barb over from head to toe. She paused behind Barb, her hands running up the other woman's arms to rest on her shoulders.

"I declare you perfectly...fuckable." She leaned in, her words brushing against Barb's ear. Riley nipped at Barb's earlobe before pulling away.

"Now, what do you say we grab a drink at the Saloon." She took Barb's hand in hers and lead her to the Saloon where she knew Peter would be on shift.