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From: Al Steiner <steiner_al@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Aftermath by Al Steiner-Chapter 4 (Mf) 5/5
Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2000 13:10:03 -0500
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AFTERMATH
CHAPTER 4 PART 5/5
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About two hours after lunch Brett was up in the main office with Paul,
going over some maps of the town that had been made since the impact.
For the most part they were crudely done and not even close to scale
but they did show the topographical features around the subdivision
fairly well.  The two men were discussing various ideas about defense
while Jessica and Dale, both at their own desks, worked on some items
of their own, one or the other occasionally throwing in a negative
comment or two that was mostly ignored.

"Look who finally decided to join the living," said a voice from the
doorway.

Everyone looked up to see Janet standing there, a bleary looking
Chrissie next to her.

"Chrissie," Brett said happily, standing up to go greet her.  Seeing
her in fresh clothes, her blonde hair neatly combed, it was a little
like looking at a different person.  "Look at you.  You're clean!"

She giggled a little tiredly.  "Yeah, it took me two tubs full of water
to get everything off of me but I finally found some skin underneath
there."

"I know what you mean," Brett said, feeling a little pang of guilt as
he was reminded of his own bath last night.  "That's about what it took
me as well.  Did you get something to eat?"

"Yes," she said.  "Janet took me down to the gym and gave me some of
the rice that everyone had for lunch."  She scratched herself on the
shoulder, making a sour face.  "These clothes itch Brett.  And they
feel so rough!"

He nodded.  "Mine too," he told her.  "Give it a few more hours, you'll
get used to it eventually."

He filled her in on the developments that had occurred while she had
been sleeping, telling her of his tour of the town and speculating that
the vote scheduled for dinner that night seemed like it would go in
their favor.  "People seem to like us here," he said, casting a
sideways glance at Jessica, who was monitoring the conversation.  "At
least most of them do."

"Well that's good," she said happily.  "I could get used to living here
I think."

"Of course you WILL be expected to work if we take you," Jessica said
from her seat.  "Don't get the idea that it's a free ride or anything."

Chrissie looked over at her with distaste.  She had already determined
how she felt about Jessica and she didn't do much to hide it.  "I have
no problem pulling my weight," she said to her.

"I certainly hope you don't," Jessica said.  "I imagine you have some
babysitting experience don't you?  Most teenage girls do."

"Babysitting?"

"Yes," Jessica said.  "We have a great many small children in town that
need to be watched while their mothers are out doing their assigned
tasks.  I think you would fit that bill nicely.  That will free up
Janet or one of the other women who normally do that for guard duty or
some other detail."

"Babysitting?" Chrissie said a little louder, her face flushing a bit.
"You want me to babysit!"

"Chrissie," Brett said, putting a hand on her shoulder.  "Not now."

"But Brett," she said, turning towards him.  "I'm..."

"Not now," he told her sternly.  "We'll talk about this later, okay?"

"Do you have a PROBLEM with babysitting?" Jessica asked her, standing
up and walking over.

Before she could answer, Janet answered for her.  "I would think," she
said, "that Chrissie probably feels she would be more suited to guard
detail instead of babysitting."

"Guard detail?" Jessica laughed.  "That's the most ridiculous thing
I've ever heard.  Send a child out with a gun and entrust her to keep a
watch?"

"Chrissie is not a child," Brett said, abandoning his effort to avoid a
conflict on the matter.  "Neither is Jason for that matter.  Both of
them have been surviving out in the wilderness with me for more than a
week and both of them have been in combat situations twice now.  They
know how to shoot those guns and they know when to shoot those guns.
They know how to maneuver under fire, how to communicate silently with
each other, and I would venture to say that they are more qualified for
that duty than anyone else in this town."

"I would have to agree with Brett on this," Paul said.  "Putting
Chrissie in the day care center would be a waste of talent.  Her
services would be better used at a guard post."

Now it was Jessica whose face was flushing in anger.  "NOT as long as I
am a member of this committee," she said firmly.  "I will not entrust
our lives to children nor will I allow them to carry guns.  This is not
the Middle East.  This is America."

"That's where you're wrong," Paul said.  "This isn't America anymore.
There is no America as far as we're concerned.  This is Garden Hill and
Garden Hill and the people in it are all we've got.  We have to make
the best use of our resources."

"I will not budge on this issue," Jessica said, turning away and
stomping back to her desk.  "No children on guard detail.  No children
carrying guns.  That is final."


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"That woman is such a BITCH!"  Chrissie, still fuming, proclaimed as
Brett led her through the abandoned streets towards their new house.
In order to defuse the situation before it got completely out of hand,
he had suggested that maybe it was time to go look at their assigned
domicile.

"Don't worry Chris," he told her.  "Jessica is kind of prone to making
impulsive decisions like that.  Paul is pretty effective at changing
her mind when he really needs to.  I've seen him do it more than once
now."

"What does he do?" she asked.  "Throw holy water on her?"

"No, he's just figured out that she's a lot of bark without much
ability to bite.  When push comes to shove she'll give ground, but its
more likely to happen if the object of the discussion is not right
there.  Don't worry, we'll get you on guard detail.  Common sense will
prevail."

This made her feel a little better.  Her mood was improved even more
when they entered the house and started the tour.  "All of this is
really ours?" she asked, her eyes wide as she went from room to room,
looking at everything.  "We get to sleep in a real bed?"

"We do," he said, seeing that the plumber had been there at some point
and installed the hose assembly.  "They're going to bring over some
beds for you and Jason later."

"A bed for me?" she said quietly, looking away from her perusal of the
water system.  "What do you mean?  Aren't we going to sleep together
anymore?"

"Yes," he said, feeling uncomfortable.  "We will.  It's just that...
well... I don't think we should tell people about us just now.
Especially not before the vote.  They might not understand."

"Who cares?" she said.  "Brett, I don't want to have to hide.  You've
seen how many women are in this town!"

"And you saw the way that Jessica acted towards you," he told her.
"She thinks of you as a child and no matter what, she can't think of
you as anything else.  How do you think she'll react if she finds out
that I'm sleeping with you?  She'll try to have me exiled.  And I
imagine that a lot of the other women would see her point of view on
that subject."

"How long will we have to hide it?"

"Until they get to know us better," he said soothingly, feeling like a
complete ass, feeling like a criminal trying to cover his tracks.
"Until they realize that you are the woman that you are and not a
child."

She lowered her head sadly, dropping the garden hose back into the
bathtub.  "Oh Brett," she said.  "Are you sure that this is the town
for us?  These people here are all so... phony."

"I know," he said.  "But this town is where we're gonna have to make
our stand.  Like Paul said, it's all we got."

"What a mess," she said, walking over to him.  "Can you hold me?  I
missed you so much last night."

He put his arms around her, feeling the familiar curves of her body
through the unfamiliar layer of dry clothing.  "You smell so clean," he
told her, inhaling the scent of apple shampoo.  "And you feel so dry."

She raised her head up and kissed his chin a little.  "I'm starting to
get wet somewhere," she said slyly, rubbing herself against him,
letting him feel the weight of her breasts.

"Are you now?" he asked, allowing his hands to drop from her back down
to her ass.  He gave the tight cheeks a squeeze.  "You know, I've never
seen you naked in decent lighting before."

"No," she agreed, licking at his neck a little, causing blood to run to
his cock.  "You never have.  And I shaved my legs while I was taking my
bath, my armpits too."

"So you're all smooth now?" he asked, grinding his crotch into her,
making his dick even harder.

"All smooth," she said.  "Shall we go try out our new bed?  I've never
done it on a bed before."

"There's a lot of things you've never done before," he told her.  "I
think we should go try a few of them."  He twisted in her grasp and
then slid his right arm down to the back of her knees.  With a quick
motion, he picked her up, cradling her as a groom does his new bride.
She giggled, her arm going around his neck.

"I've never been carried to the bedroom before," she said, kissing his
neck.  "I kind of like it."

"Well don't get used to it or anything," he told her teasingly.  "You
weigh a damn ton."

"I do not," she said, slapping at him.  "I hardly think a hundred and
sixteen pounds qualifies as a ton."

"It's pretty close," he said, walking through the doorway and into the
master bedroom.  The pink canopied bed awaited them, although no linen
had been brought over as of yet.  He stopped near the side of it and
put his lips to hers, giving her a passionate kiss.  Their tongues
swirled together and she pulled him tighter to her.

He set her gently upon the mattress on her back and then released her,
standing up and looking down at her.  "You really are a beautiful woman
Chris," he told her, touching her face.

She grasped his hand in hers and took one of his fingers into her
mouth, sucking it and swirling around it with her tongue.  It was an
incredibly erotic sensation.  She did this for a moment and then let it
slip free, a small string of saliva stretching out and then breaking.
"Show me how beautiful I am," she told him.  "Make love to me the way
it's supposed to be done."

He undressed her, piece by piece, starting with her shirt and her bra.
The skin of her chest was a little reddened, not quite a rash, from the
recent removal of the protective layer of dirt it had developed and
from the unfamiliar exposure to laundry soap residue in her new
clothing.  Her breasts stood up proudly, the nipples erect.  He bent
and took them into his mouth, licking and sucking each one until her
back started to arch upward.  Her hand reached out and began to squeeze
his erection through his jeans.

A simple pair of Nike tennis shoes had replaced the camping boots that
she had worn out in the wild.  She kicked them off, letting them drop
to the floor, as he began to unbutton her jeans.  Beneath them was a
pair of plain cotton panties, sparkling white against her pink skin.
As he slid the jeans down her shapely legs, he saw that the crotch was
wet with her juices.  He ran the knuckle of his finger over her sex,
feeling the damp cotton, feeling the outline of her swollen lips
beneath.  Her smell, her NATURAL smell, reached him for the first time
and he moaned, thinking how nice it was going to be to finally enjoy
her body like it should be enjoyed.  Their past couplings had all been
marked by an unspoken, but very real effort to avoid touching certain
places due to the filth and odor that they'd accumulated.

He dropped her pants to the floor and then took one of her legs in his
hand, bringing her foot to his face.  Looking her in the eye he took
her big toe into his mouth and began to suck on it, treating it the
same way she had treated his finger.  She immediately began to squirm
on the bed, her breathing kicking up a few notches as unfamiliar
sensations coursed through her.

"Oh my god," she whispered, craning her head backward.  "I... ohhhh,"

He sucked each toe in turn, moving from the big one to its neighbor and
finally ended up with her small toe.  He then began to kiss, lick, and
suck his way along the side of her dainty foot, paying particular
attention to the sole, delivering sensation that was just below the
threshold of a tickle.

"You're driving me crazy," she said breathlessly.

"That's what I'm trying to do," he said.  "Do you like it?"

"Yessss," she assured him.

He kissed his way up the back of her calf, his lips and tongue moving
over the smoothness of her recently shaved flesh.  Thanks to the all of
the walking uphill they had been doing with full packs, her calves were
tight and muscled, very toned.  She opened her legs widely as he worked
his way upward, her hand dropping down to the outside of her panties,
where her fingers began to idly play in the crotch area, spreading her
wetness around.  He continued to move higher and higher, his hands
caressing the flesh ahead of his mouth, enjoying the silky softness.
When he reached the back of her knee, a particularly erogenous zone on
most women, he spent nearly two minutes there, tonguing it and tasting
it, making her beg him to keep moving.

At last he did, his kisses trailing along the inside of her thigh, his
teeth occasionally nipping at the tender skin.  As he moved closer to
her center her odor began to grow more powerful, more insistent and she
began to grow more restless upon the bed.

"Ohhh, Brett," she moaned.  "Stop teasing me."

"When the time comes," he told her, his mouth giving a quick suck high
on her thigh.

When he felt the damp material of her panties touching his cheek, he
slowly turned his head forward, finding his eyes less than three inches
from her cotton-clad sex.  Her musk was now very strong in his nose,
driving him onward, breaking his will to keep teasing.

"Put your mouth on me Brett," she pleaded, her fingers finding his
hair.  "Please?  I want to feel it.  I want it!"

He leaned forward, his tongue sticking out and contacting her panties
right over her lips.  He gave a little suck, the tart flavor of her
juices being transferred to his tastebuds.  He could feel the quivering
outline of her clit through the cotton, could make out the soft shape
of her vulva.

"Oh God, take them offfff!"

He kissed her through the panties, rubbing his face in her, pushing
against her, making her squeal with the sensation.

"Now Brett," she begged.  "Take them off now!"

"And then what?" he asked between kisses and licks of the cotton.

"You know what," she panted.

"Do I?" he asked, giving her an extra-hard rub.

"Yessss!"

"Maybe you should tell me..." another kiss, another suck, "just so I
can be sure."

"Eat me!" she nearly screamed, her fingers giving a yank at his hair.
"Please, eat me!"

With a smile he hooked his thumb into the crotch of the panties and
slowly pulled it to the side, exposing her treasures to him.  The lips
were an angry red and invitingly open, the surface glinting with
wetness.  They were framed on the sides by her sparse growth of blonde,
curly hairs and on the top by a thicker carpet of the same.  Her clit
bulged out almost like a small nipple.  He inhaled deeply of her scent,
relishing its clean, musky odor, and then, without warning, he plunged
his tongue inside of her.

"Ohhhh, yesssss!" she screamed, her hips raising up from the bed for an
instant.

He licked up and down the length of her pussy, gathering her juice on
his tongue, loving the slippery texture of her membranes.  He lapped at
her like a starving cat at a bowl of milk, his saliva dripping from his
mouth, making her even wetter, even slipperier.  She moaned and bucked
on the bed, her legs moving back and forth seemingly of their own
volition, her hands moving over his head and the back of his neck,
urging him on.

He paused for a moment (over her vocal protest) to pull the panties off
of her and drop them on the floor and then he dove right back in,
licking and sucking, tasting and smelling.  He slid two fingers inside
of her and began to move them in and out while his mouth moved upward
and began to lick at the hood of her clit, swirling around and around,
occasionally stabbing at the sensitive organ itself.  Each time he
contacted it Chrissie's legs would tighten against his back, her
fingers would tug at his hair, and her mouth would utter a delighted
moan of pleasure.  When he added a third finger to her pussy and locked
his lips onto her clit and began attacking it with his tongue, she did
not last long.  She bucked wildly against him, forcing him to hold
tightly to her with his free hand to keep his mouth where it belonged.
No sooner had her bucks and spasms stopped then he went at her again,
starting back at the slit and eventually moving to the clit, drawing a
second and then a third orgasm from her body.  By the time he pulled
his head from her crotch she was sweaty and hardly capable of speech.

"Oh god," she moaned, squirming back and forth on the bed.  "I had no
idea that could feel so good.  Come here."  She held her arms out to
him.  "Kiss me."

Still fully clothed he climbed atop her naked body, his hands caressing
everywhere.  She pulled his face to hers and plunged her tongue into
his mouth, sucking his tongue obscenely, relishing the lingering taste
of her own body.  Next she sucked his lips into her mouth, first the
bottom and then the top, and then she began to lap at the skin around
his mouth.

"Mmmmm," she hummed, "it's so nice to do this while we're clean.  Your
skin tastes so good Brett."  Her wet tongue lapped at him some more,
moving from his face down to his neck.  Her hands went beneath his
shirt, to his bare back and her fingernails began scratching lightly at
him in a way she knew he liked.

"Let me get these clothes off," he told her, pulling away.
Reluctantly, she let him go.

He was naked in a flash, his jeans, shirt, and underwear flying off
into an untidy heap behind him.  His erection was tremendous, sticking
upward at a sixty-degree angle, the head purple and moist with pre-
come.  Chrissie's eyes looked at it hungrily.  Her hands reached out to
touch it, sliding up and down its length.  Her legs opened wider.
"Fuck me Brett," she told him.  "Fuck me in this bed."

"You know it," he said, once again climbing atop her.  For the first
time in their relationship they had the freedom to perform the act as
it should be performed, with no constricting sleeping bag pinning them
down, with no need to keep their grunts and groans quiet to avoid
waking Jason.  He grabbed her legs at the thighs and pushed them
backwards, spreading her as wide as was physically possible.  Since she
had been a cheerleader used to stretching, that was pretty wide
indeed.  Her juicy opening gaped before him, begging for his entry.  He
did not disappoint.  He put the head against her and slid smoothly in
with one thrust, sinking to the bottom, feeling the head of his cock
pushing against her cervix.

"Yessss!" she cried, arching her back beneath him, trying to draw him
even deeper.  "Fuck me!  Fuck me hard Brett!"

He fucked her hard.  Keeping her legs pushed backward he slammed in and
out of her with vigor, his balls slapping against her ass with each
stroke.  Juices poured out of her and soaked into the mattress beneath
them.  A wet, squishing noise joined the sound of their grunts of
effort and pleasure.  He pounded into her as he never had before,
quickly working up a sweat in the muggy air.  As the droplets fell from
his face onto hers, she lapped at them with her tongue.

He only lasted about five minutes in her tightness before his orgasm
hit him like a freight train, blasting jets and jets of sperm into her
body.  When he finally collapsed atop her, panting like a dog, slick
with perspiration, his heart hammering in his chest, he knew that he
would never be able to give up the pleasure that her body gave him.
Though this session had been among the shortest that they'd shared over
the past week, it had undoubtedly been the most passionate and it had
only hinted at the unrestrained passion of the future that they could
share now that they had a bedroom to themselves.

"Oh Brett," she said into his ear as her hands traced idle circles over
the moist skin of his back.  "It just keeps getting better and better.
I never dreamed when I let Stan Corban screw me in the back of his
dad's car that it could feel this good."

"No?" Brett, still panting a little, asked her.  "Stan didn't do a good
job of it?"

"No," she said.  "In fact, I was about to give up on sex after that.
It hurt like hell when he crammed that thing in me.  And then it only
got worse.  I'd always read that it was supposed to be a little pain
followed by the most intense pleasure.  Instead it was a lot of pain
followed by even worse pain when he started to jam it in and out."

"You can't always believe what you read, can you?"

"No shit.  At least it didn't last very long.  He made it about ten
strokes before he shot off."  She giggled.  "And his orgasm triggered
an asthma attack.  He had to climb off me and get his inhaler."

Brett chuckled.  "Poor Stan," he said.  "But it's understandable.  If
you'd have given yourself to me when I was... what?  Sixteen?"

"Seventeen," she said.  "He was seventeen and the star pitcher of the
baseball team."

"Now why doesn't that surprise me?" Brett said with another chuckle.
"Anyway, if you would've let me have you when I was seventeen - which I
doubt you would have, I was kind of skinny and nerdy looking - I
probably wouldn't have even made it in before I shot off.  That's how
beautiful you are Chris.  That's how much of a fantasy you are.  You
can't blame the guy.  He must've had incredible control to make it even
ten strokes with you at seventeen."

She grinned at him.  "That's not the most romantic thing that I've ever
heard one person say to another," she told him.  "But it's strangely
arousing all the same."

"The truth often is," he told her, feeling himself starting to twitch
within her body once again - a process she helped along by rotating her
hips back and forth.

"How about another one?" she asked, widening the rotation of her
circles.  "We've got a night to make up for, after all."

He continued to grow within her, waves of pleasure starting to radiate
outward.  "We do have to be back to the community center soon.  Jason
will be waking up and then there's dinner and the vote tonight."

"We'll make it a quick one then," she said, nibbling on his neck.

"A quick one it is," he said lowering his lips to hers.  "After all,
they might kick us out tonight.  It might be our last chance to do it
in a bed."

"Then let's do it right," she told him.  "Let's do it right."

Their mouths locked together in a kiss of passion once more and soon he
was back up to a full erection.  He began to move within her once more,
moving slower, drawing it out.  They did it right.



Al Steiner 11-11-00
Chapter 5 to follow
Send all comments to steiner_al@hotmail.com
Missing chapters can be found at www.storiesonline.net

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