Chapter 2

Adam drifted into consciousness upon sounds of rippling cloth mixing with the eternal nigh-inaudible white noise of turbines reverberating through the cavern walls. He opened his eyes just in time to spot his former schoolteacher’s pubes disappearing under the hem of her red dress swishing down over her hips. He consoled himself with the sight of her maneuvering, jiggling and settling her heavy boobs into place inside the dress’ plunging top. Noticing she had an audience, she smiled proudly, then on second thought corrected her expression into a judgmental frown.

“It’s not polite to stare, dear.”

“Oh, sorry. You’re not staying?” Adam (and his morning wood) had been hoping for another ride, but Mary pouted and shook her head.

“I need to get back to the baby. Remember Adam, a gentleman never gets pushy. Especially about ... you know.”

“Fucking?”

“That’s not a polite word, sweetie. ‘Making love’ is so much more romantic, don’t you think?”

“I ... yes?” She’d called it fucking last night herself while hot and bothered and clutching his genitals for dear life, so the distinction was lost on the young man, but he nodded along nonetheless as he knew he should. He tried to stand up but Mary leaned in quickly, pulling the blanket over his seated crotch, and gave him a simple, quick, chaste peck on the lips. Then, she held him at arm’s length (avoiding looking at his erection tenting the blanket or she’d end up staying despite her intentions) and set her eyes to their dewiest and neediest for her final offensive:

“Adam, darling, I have a favor to ask you.”

“Oh? Sure!” He said, somehow hoping the favor would be sexual.

“Sure you won’t mind?”

“Umm, you haven’t tol-”

“You won’t mind at all, will you? It’s just a little favor...” her voice dropped to a near whisper, gaining a sad undertone, as she leaned in solicitously.

“I won’t.” What sort of cad would mind such a request, no matter what kind of request it might turn out to be?

“We need a little extra help at the junior high party tonight. Do you think you could stay there and keep an eye on things?”

“But the Misses Guptas already signed up yesterday to take care of that, and they never said anything about needi-”

“Sshhh. As a favor to me. I’m sure they could use an extra hand, you know they’re just too polite to ask. Could you go tell them right now? Just tell them the good news that you’ll be helping and leave them alone, it doesn’t need to be a long discussion. And if anyone asks you tonight to go anywhere else, tell them you’re busy with the junior high party.”

“But I-”

“Please, Adam? I just need this one little favor from you now that you’re a dependable man.”

“Oh, okay, sure!”

“Wonderful! I just knew you’d grow up to be a perfect gentleman.”

All her objectives achieved, Mary slipped her shoes on and quickly snuck out the door, leaving him to his confusion. The corridors were empty as he made his way to the bathroom, but then they usually were by virtue of their low population and lack of destinations. Not much commuting going on to jam traffic in a fallout shelter, which paradoxically just added to its claustrophobic feel. After proudly showering the smell of pussy off himself for the first time in his life he busied himself with a bit of light cleaning, though he barely noticed time passing, lost in sweet memories of the previous night, fighting off erections until lunchtime. On his way Adam stuck his head in one of the hydroponics rooms and finding the younger Gupta sister there informed her of the new arrangement, then ducked back out before she could ask questions. Smoooooth.

He felt a bit guilty talking to Kitty. Though they weren’t having sex yet and hadn’t officially established any monogamous relationship, their closeness these past years left little doubt he’d cheated on her with Mary. But, though she at first eyed him coldly the lithe fifteen-year-old blonde was soon leaning against him on the cafeteria bench clutching his arm possessively. After, they ambled arm in arm back to the girls’ corridor, joking and laughing as usual, with a tinge of worry about his upcoming outing.

“I’ll bring you back a zombie brain!”

“Eeeww, no! Like, what would I even do with it?”

“Have it do your math problems?”

“You jerk!” Kitty punched him playfully in the shoulder. “Why do I even like you so much?”

“But you do though, right?”

“Yeah” she sighed with all the unmitigated pathos only a teenage drama queen can muster, then reached up to grab him by the ear. “So why were you kissing Dana in the hall yesterday?”

“Ow! Oh ... she ... kinda jumped me.”

“Oh did she? You poor little big man! Most of the women wanna jump you. But you’re not supposed to let them. That’s how this boyfriend thing works, case you didn’t know.”

“Sorry. She kinda didn’t give me a chance to react.”

“Uh-huh. Well, neither am I!”

Yanking on his elbow Kitty wheeled Adam around the next corner and into her room, more by the power of suggestion than by that of her not particularly formidable girlish frame. They embraced as soon as the door closed. Little kisses turned into longer ones. Hands traveled down their backs to each other’s buttocks. Zippers slid open. They wound up tangled together on her bed as they’d been many times before, except this time the door stood locked instead of just pushed to the frame, and their pants had dropped around their knees. As her A-cups didn’t quite wobble yet, she hadn’t bothered with a bra, and it was always an ego-boost (not that she’d tell him) to feel the eagerness with which his palms covered the minute cones, his fingers fluttering and massaging them in between traveling across her entire body. Despite his expectation (and fervent hope) that she’d want to go a bit further than their usual kisses&caresses, she still surprised him by directly grabbing him by the wrist and pressing his palm against her panties.

“Can you, ummm, with your fingers ... umm, finger my ... pussy?”

“Yeah!”

Kitty quickly reached down (as if there were any chance of him changing his mind) and slid the multicolored girlish panties off, exposing her thin little slit and giggling as he immediately leaned over for a closer look. She spread her legs wide and played with his fingers over her mound while he stared at the teenage blonde’s sparse, translucent pubes so different from his brief glimpse of Mary’s dark wiry bush, at her tiny labia squeezed shut against the barest glimpse of moisture. He parted the folds, let them draw together again, adopted a bit more sideways motion whenever Kitty impatiently grabbed at his hand, found her hole lower than he’d expected and finally stuck a finger into it.

“Slooow-slow-slow, wait, don’t stick it that deep. OK now deeper. Just go in a little at a time. Yeah, like that. Rub my clit too.”

Adam thumbed the little nub, not particularly sure of its importance. Mary’s Sex Ed lessons had mentioned it no further than “it exists” but Kitty’s reaction now certainly made him take greater notice. She leaned up to nibble his ear as he studied her anatomy, kissed and licked his cheek and neck, then fell back on her bed and began humping her hips up against his palm, breathing increasingly heavily, slowing, speeding or guiding his hand motions with her own occasionally in between tweaking her pointy teenage nipples.

“Get in there, Adam ... get in ... deeper and faster, and around on the clit, and like that inside me and keep rubbing ... yeah-yeah” her insultingly repetitive instructions finally yielded a panting, whining orgasm. He stared, fascinated by her every strained breath, every twitch working its way up and down her torso, the shifting flush across her skin, drinking in her pleasure as his own victory. She pulled his finger out of her with both hands and drew him back up to lie beside her as she came down off her orgasmic high, nuzzling up against his chest as he passed the time reaquanting himself with each tiny tit’s exact curvature and elasticity. Kitty clasped the hand currently trailing her own juice across her nipple and flexed her fingers against his.

“I like your hands” she said.

“That’s ... weird.”

“Why’s it weird?”

“I dunno. They’re just hands?”

“They’re getting strong though. They do stuff. It’s weirder how much you like my breasts. I like, barely even have any.”

“They’re great. They’re smooth and round and pointy ... and you make a sexy noise when I pull on them.” He illustrated by flexing a nipple between his knuckles, eliciting an adorable little sigh from her lips before leaning in to kiss them.

Needless to say the previous activities had left quite the unanswered question between them, namely his erection poking against her thigh. As they resumed kissing and groping, he felt nimble fingers probing at his own underwear, slipping it down, wrapping around his shaft. Which was of course when the knock arrived. Kitty chuffed, grabbed a robe, checked the door, then to Adam’s shock threw it open, dragged in the somewhat surprised figure of Dana and shut it again, gesturing to where he lay on the bed cupping his hands over his gonads.

“Hey Dana, I’ve got something you want!” Subtle. The older girl chuckled, though her eyes shone lustily.

“I can see that. Hey Adam. Is this how you’re getting ready for your big day tomorrow?”

“It’s ... one of the ways, yeah.” Adam ventured a sheepish grin as he dragged the sheet over his midsection. Seeing them side by side, the nineteen year old with dark skin next to his favorite skinny pale blonde, brought to mind some of his wetter dreams over the past few years. Too bad it was impossible. Everything he’d been told about sex made it clear two people had sex. Just two. Sex meant one and one. That was all. Dana tore her gaze away from his crotch, remembering why she’d come over:

“Kitty, your mom says you’re late for your shift.”

“Nooooo ... I mean, yeah, I kinda am ... but ... can you cover for me?”

“No, ‘cus you’re supposed to be learning that stuff. I can cover for you here, if you like!” The older girl waggled her eyebrows. Kitty went mute, her face blank. For a second it seemed she’d throw a fit. Then she grabbed Dana and dragged her to the closet. Some hushed whispering later, they re-emerged, Kitty dragging pants and shirt up. As she pulled her socks and shoes on, she hopped over to the bed:

“Adam, I have decided, in my generosity as princess of the realm” she hadn’t let go of that title since she was five “that you and Dana mayeth fooleth around before tonight. Eth.” She gave him a peck on the lips, then fixed him with an angry scowl. “No sex though.” He nodded, speechless. Another quick kiss. “Tell me I’m the best girlfriend?”

“Oh, Kitty, you’re the best girlfriend!”

The girl dashed out of the room. Dana grabbed the sheet away from his crotch and mused while gently lifting his hands away from his package:

“She’s really not, you know? But don’t get too mad at her when you find out. Kid’s confused. Hard not to be confused around here.”

“Huh?” But Adam had no time to process her statement before she pushed him back onto the bed. This time it really was by force of force. Dana’s long arms coiled with thin, wiry, but nonetheless effective musculature, which had made her a terror back in their childhoods. She planted her knees inside his, parting his legs and hefting his scrotum, causing his hard-on to twitch.