Chapter 1

This story takes place in a society much like our own, but with one major difference.

That difference will become apparent pretty quickly...

I dropped a loaf of bread into my shopping cart and headed for the paper aisle. I’d been coming to this Super Target for years, but recently they’d moved everything around. The Kleenex was now over by small appliances. I’d picked a couple of boxes and added them to my other items when I noticed a young woman about 20 feet away trying to get something off the top shelf. I walked over.

“Something you need help with?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “The coffee maker I want is way up there and it weighs too much. It looks like the last one and I don’t want to drop it.”

She was a nice looking girl, medium height, with short black hair, but even if she’d been a crone, I still would have helped her. I carefully worked the box off the shelf and eased it into her cart.

The girl smiled at me. “Thanks,” she said.

“No problem.”

“No, really. I’ve been looking for someone who works here and I guess they’re all on break. I’d like to thank you. How about a quick blowjob?”

“Sure, that’d be good. The restrooms are right over there.”

As we walked, I pulled out my wallet and extracted my credit card. “I’m Jack, by the way”.

“I’m Carley.”

Outside the restrooms, we left our carts in the “temporary cart” area and I swiped my card in the slot next to the door of the first vacant booth. Carley picked up her purse and we stepped inside. I locked the deadbolt.

“Do you want me naked?” Carley asked.

“Yeah. I’d love to see your body.”

Carley was wearing a simple cotton dress that fit her well. She pulled it over her head and, as I expected, she wasn’t wearing anything else except her sandals. She hung the dress on one of the hooks the restroom designers had thoughtfully provided.

“Very nice,” I said approvingly. “You’re very beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

I kicked off my sandals, unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my shorts. As I unzipped my zipper, I asked, “Is it okay if I touch you before we get started”?

“Sure. Thanks for asking. Most guys would just grab me.”

I removed my shorts and hung them a hook, then removed my shirt.

Her skin was warm. I put my hands on her waist and just looked at her body. Her breasts were a little on the small side, but perfectly shaped and just right for her slim frame. I ran my hands down across her hips, then across her stomach and up to her breasts. They were firm, with large, puffy nipples. I caressed

her nipples with my thumbs and they hardened.

I was starting to get an erection. Carley moved me out of the way and sat down on the small bed.

“Lie back for a minute,” I said. “I want to see your pussy.”

She smiled as she lay back. She raised her legs and spread them.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” I said. “I’ve never seen a prettier pussy.”

I knelt down for a closer look. Her inner lips protruded slightly from her smooth outer lips. She was open just a little and I gently rubbed her slit. She sighed and I slid one finger inside.

Carley reluctantly pushed my hand away and lowered her legs. “You’re getting me excited and I don’t have time to fuck you. I said ‘quick blowjob’, remember?”

She scooted to the end of the bed. “Do you want to stand or sit or what?” she asked.

“I’ll sit.”

I took one of the “blowjob cushions” (they’re really just marine flotation cushions) off the shelf and dropped it on the floor between my feet as I sat down. Carley knelt down and rested her hands on my thighs. I was fully erect. “Nice cock,” she said.

She stroked me several times and then slid me into her mouth. Within a few seconds, she had her nose against my belly. Her tongue moved back and forth as she cupped my balls with her left hand.

Carley began bobbing her head, deepthroating me with every bob. She wasn’t wasting any time and I didn’t try to hold back. ‘Ahhh,” I moaned. “That’s great. Alright if I cum in your mouth?”

She lifted her head for a moment and nodded. “I’d prefer it. I don’t want to screw up my makeup or walk around with cum on me. I’d rather swallow.” She went back to sucking me.

Soon, I was really feeling it. “Not much longer,” I panted. “Getting close. Yeah. Excellent. Hold me in your mouth while I cum. Almost there. Ahhhh, yessss!”

I came and Carley sucked and stroked me until I was finished. I could see her throat work as she swallowed. When she knew I was through, she licked the last drop off my cock and smiled.

“Thank you,” I sighed. “That was wonderful.”

Carley rummaged in her purse and pulled out a card. It had her first name and a cell phone number on it. “Call me.”

She dropped her dress over her head and used the mirror on the door to check her makeup and apply new lipstick.

I returned the BJ cushion to the shelf and got dressed. When she was ready, I opened the door and we stepped out. A woman in her 60s was coming out of the women’s toilet and gave us a dirty look. Carley giggled. The woman snorted and kept walking.

Carley laughed. “When do you think she got laid last?” I just shook my head. That woman probably couldn’t remember the last time anyone she knew had a caught a cold or the flu or had an infection of any kind. No one had stomach ulcers anymore. Ulcers and many cancers were caused by viruses and all viruses and harmful bacteria were killed by the GermZappers. Even if she didn’t approve of all the casual sex going on, it seemed like a small price to pay for the terrific health benefits.

Carley and I pushed our carts to the checkout. Carley went first and waited while I paid and picked up my bags. She gave me a kiss. “Call me.”

On the drive home, I thought about the disapproving woman in Target. A couple of years earlier, I’d had a conversation with my uncle Carl, who had just turned 60, about how things had changed since the GermZapper came out. He told me about the guy who’d invented it.

Ed Pierce was an unremarkable electronics tech who’d been fired from his job for having some pretty nasty rape fantasy porn in his desk at work. The head of HR was a lesbian with no sense of humor and Ed soon found himself in the parking lot with all his stuff in a cardboard box. That was in March, 1980, eight years before I was born.

Ed applied for unemployment and started looking for a job. While he looked, he spent his spare time working on a truly stupid project. Ed wanted to build a Phaser. He had no idea how to do it or if it was even possible, but that didn’t stop him.

In early May, Ed had a bad cold and didn’t feel like doing anything, but he’d come up with a combination of components he thought would work. When he applied power to his device, nothing obvious happened. Ed unhooked the device, left it on his workbench and went to bed.

The next morning Ed noticed two things. First, his cold was gone. Second, he had the runs. Instead of a Phaser, Ed had invented the GermZapper. His device, unfortunately, not only killed all harmful bacteria and every virus known to man, it also killed all the beneficial bacteria, like the ones that live in our guts and are essential for digestion. Since Ed had no freaking idea how his new invention worked, he went to his sister’s husband, who was a patent attorney. They came up with a patent that covered the device and every conceivable application. Then they went to a huge multi-national corporation and made a deal. The corporation gave Ed a billion dollars up front and part of the price of every GermZapper that was sold anywhere in the world. The corporation did exhaustive R&D and, after 16 months of mostly trial and error work, they refined the GermZapper so it would only kill harmful germs and leave the good ones alone. The final product produced a field that was 16 feet, 2 inches in diameter. No one ever figured out exactly how the damned thing worked or why, no matter how much power they applied, the field remained exactly the same size. They sold a fantastic number of GermZappers and everyone got rich. Ed became the richest man in the world, by far.

The social effects of the GermZapper were dramatic. Before GermZappers came along, people were concerned about contracting what were called “STDs”, or Sexually Transmitted Diseases. Most STDs weren’t fatal, but they were painful and it was very easy to catch them. People often used stretchy Latex bags called “condoms” that guys wore on their penises, so that men and women wouldn’t be exposed to each others’ fluids when they had sex. That sounds phenomenally stupid and unpleasant to me, but it was the accepted way to have sex at the time. Condoms also prevented pregnancy, but birth control pills were already making that unnecessary.

After GermZappers became available, they were mounted in the doorways of every clinic, hospital, airport, train and bus station, mall and every other place where there was significant foot traffic. Not only were most diseases wiped out, but STDs were eliminated and the only reasons not to have sex were custom and religion. Neither of those things did much to slow the surge of casual, no-strings sex that swept the world. There was no longer any reason for people who found each other attractive not to fuck.

Now, over thirty five years after the GermZapper came on the market, there’s more fucking going on than our grandparents would have thought possible. Virtually every club, bar, mall and shopping center has restrooms. Before the GermZapper, they all had restrooms, but their restrooms didn’t have lockable booths with beds in them. It’s impossible to go to a party where no one is having sex. All beaches are “clothing optional”. Technically, it’s illegal to have sex in public, but no one could enforce a law like that and no one tries.

Birth control pills are provided by all health plans at no charge. Daily Cialis (sorry, you have to pay) is the biggest selling prescription medication in the world.

My sister Lora was staying with me while she visited friends in the area. When I got home, she and an old fuck buddy named Ken were screwing on the sofa. From the amount of sweat on their bodies, they’d been at it for a while. They ignored me. I set my bags on the kitchen table and walked back into the family room to watch the action. Ken was pounding it to Lora pretty damn hard. Lora had her arms and legs wrapped around Ken and was letting out a loud “Uhnhhhhh” every second thrust. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed. It looked like she was going to cum pretty soon. Her grunts rose in pitch and volume until I expected to hear dogs barking in response. She released a final, piercing wail and bucked wildly. Ken desperately tried to stay with her and kept banging her hard until she started to quiet down. He stopped thrusting and lay on top of her, panting.

After a minute or so, Lora opened her eyes and grinned at Ken. “Good. Real, real good.” She was still breathing hard. “Did you cum yet?”

Ken shook his head. “Not yet.” He slowly pumped her and they kissed. “Touch my balls. You know how I like it.”

Lora reached between them and cupped his scrotum. “Like that?”

Ken nodded and sucked her nipples. “Yeah, that’s good. Like that.” He stroked steadily in and out of her as she caressed his sac.

A minute later he pulled out and knelt between her legs. “Just stroke me. Use your fingertips. Slow and gentle.” He put both hands on her breasts.

Lora did as he asked, alternating hands and stroking from the base of his shaft to the tip. Ken grinned and bent down to kiss her. “Where do you want to cum?” Lora asked.

“In your pussy. Just keep doing that. When I’m ready, I’ll go inside you and cum there.”

I watched as my sister stroked her friend while he played with her boobs. Ken was breathing in short gasps. Suddenly, he grabbed his dick and pushed it into Lora. He pumped into her two or three times and came. It looked pretty intense. Ken was shaking and moaning. He pushed himself as far as he could into Lora and shuddered. Lora was shoved half a foot down the sofa as Ken tried to thrust even farther into her.

I went back into the kitchen to put my groceries away and give them time to calm down. I opened a beer and walked into the family room. The two of them were just separating. I handed them a plastic tub of wipes and flopped in a chair.

“That looked like fun,” I said. “Has anybody thought about supper?”

“We’re going to meet some people later,” said Ken, wiping his dick. “There’s some leftover Thai food from lunch in the ‘fridge you can have. Are you going out?”

“Nope, I’m staying in tonight. I have some paperwork to do. Anyway, I just got a blowjob from a girl in Target.”

“No kidding?” said Lora. “How did that happen?”

“I helped her get something down from a top shelf and she wanted to thank me. She gave me her number. I’ll give her a call in a day or two and we’ll get together. Nice girl. She looks like a good fuck, maybe a steady fuck-buddy. You never know.”

Ken and Lora went to take a shower and I heated the Thai food. It wasn’t the best I’ve had, but it was edible.

Two days later, I left a voicemail for Carley. She called back an hour later.

“What are you doing Saturday?” she asked.

“No plans. What do you have in mind?”

“I’m house-sitting for my parents. They have a big place in Sebastian with a pool and I’m inviting some people over. We’ll swim, do some grilling, the usual.”

“That sounds good. Text me the address and what time to be there. Should I bring anything?”

“Bring anything you want grilled and your drinks.”

“I’ll be there.”

Saturday morning, I got to Sebastian about 10:30 and found the place easily. There was a sign taped to the front door saying to come around the back. The back yard was huge and looked out on the Indian River. There was a large, free-form pool and an enormous propane grill.

Carley saw me looking around and came over. She was naked and looked even better than I remembered. “Let’s get your stuff in the cooler. You can leave your clothes anywhere.”

There was a line of coolers and I stuffed my food and a bottle of wine into one of them. I added a six-pack of beer to the community cooler. I dropped my clothes inside next to a chair.

Carley hugged me. She’d been in the sun and felt nice and warm. I started to get hard. Carley took my dick in her hand and squeezed it. “I’ll get to this later. Right now I want you to meet some of my friends.”

There were three guys and four girls there already. Carley introduced me. One of the girls was a tall redhead named Dianne with medium-length straight hair, large, obviously fake boobs and a well-trimmed bush. She was talking to a short black girl named Keesha who couldn’t have weighed more than 90 lbs. Keesha had small breasts, a tiny waist and was completely shaved. She was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. I wanted to put her in a shoebox and take her home.