Chapter 4

Adam was in the grass. The tall grass rustled. Chittering, hissing, shrieking shapes milled about, biding their time to strike, to take him down, to tear him down, to tear him apart. One lifted itself against him, leaned into his side, its hideously warm fur sleek, its moist breath panting in his face. He snapped his eyes open to darkness. His clock read five thirty a.m. In its red glimmer he discerned Kitty by his side, hair mussed, her sleek forehead pressed against his arm above her hands encircling it, the blanket mostly bundled around their waists having slipped down below her perpendicularly defiant miniature boobies. Grumbling, the girl smacked and wet her lips and favored him with a groggy, half-open gaze.

“Sumtin d’m’tterrr?”

“No.” Adam hesitated. She looked different somehow. Confused. That was different from a few hours ago. Uncertainty. Ignoring the issue of her mother, there had been no hesitation or fumbling in any of the teen’s actions, despite being younger than him by almost a year. He shrank from that line of questioning. “Kitty, I kinda need to use the bathroom.”

“Leave yer arm ‘ere. S’cozy...” she nuzzled his biceps.

That might’ve sounded cuter if not for his dream. Days ago, he would’ve laughed. What had changed, he wondered as he grabbed his bathrobe and hit the shower, soap and toothbrush in hand. Too early to rise. Too late to get back to sleep. What had changed? The danger, sure. But something else, something in the weight and drive of his life. Meaning. And some missing information. The basis for that meaning, shakier every time his questions were dodged. The boy’s thoughts swam incoherently. By the time he got back to his room, Kitty herself had just come back from another bathroom, turned the light on and was running her fingernails through her hair in the mirror, fully clothed.

“I gotta leave a hairbrush here if I spend too many nights over.”

“How many is too many?” Adam pecked his lips onto her exposed neck. She giggled but turned thoughtful, as if she were doing algebra in her head, then shook it, pretending to be more worried about her hair. Not an unlikely dodge for a teenage girl, but still...

The two cuddled in a half-seated position on the edge of the bed, chatting about teenage concerns. Who had badtalked whom yesterday, which action movie had better jump-kicks, which song’s refrain sounded dopier, who had beaten the sprinting record down which corridor yesterday morning. Adam forgot his earlier questions. A new one gradually bubbled to the top.

“Soooo...” one palm tweaking a nipple, the other rubbing her inner thigh and his lips tweaking her earlobe elucidated the rest of the serenade.

“What, you wanna shower again because you got all sweaty and sticky?” Kitty snorted in mock disgust, but her hand was already inside his robe jacking up and down his rapidly hardening member. “Hold on, I know a cleaner way. Just lean back.”

Flipping open his robe and splaying his knees wide apart, the little blonde knelt on the floor between them. After spitting abashedly in her palm, fine, nimble fingers encircled his cock, twisted around it, played hopscotch up and down his length, cradled his scrotum and palpated each ball in turn.

“Ow, don’t dig your finger in there!”

“Sorry!” She caressed the hairy nuts and kissed them better, then set to jacking his cock up and down while holding his testicles, giggling to herself at their motions. After a while she leaned in and kissed his urethra, eager blue eyes watching him for approval. Taking his glassy-eyed haze and involuntary hip-hump as such, her lips slid down over the crown, suckling hungrily while her soft young hand jacked the bulk of his shaft.

Adam’s breath caught every time little Kitty lapped and sucked at his manhood, deeper and deeper every couple of strokes, first over the crown sucking on it like a big juicy strawberry, then down past his frenulum over the next minute, then up again and bob and bob and-a-one and-a-two and-a-bob down farther sticking and slobbering onto his foreskin stretched down, saliva streaming into the tightly gripping little hands now both massaging his penis’ root in rhythm. Only having worked her lips to maybe halfway down his shaft, her delicate face popped back up, panting:

“Tell me when you’re coming though cause I can’t tell wh-”

“I’m coming, Kitty!”

“Oh!” She dove back down just in time to catch the first jet of semen, gulped it down just in time for another. Lucky she’d drained his balls last night, which combined with his young age resulted in an energetic but not terribly voluminous orgasm. By the time his eyes uncrossed the little minx was sitting back on her heels at the foot of his bed, smacking her grinning lips and sloshing more spit into her mouth to wash it down.

“Knew you’d like that.” The fifteen year old maintained a Joker grin as she pompously officiated the re-closing and belting of his bathrobe then cuddled up against his side, running her hand over where chest hair would probably be in a few years. A peaceful postcoital moment passed before Adam’s memory prodded his conscience.

“Oh. Oh!”

“What?”

“Well, don’t get mad or anything.”

“What?!”

“Well, that wasn’t the first time a girl, y’know, did that, on me.”

“What!?!”

“It was only the day before leaving, when you left me and Dana in your room? You said we couldn’t have sex but we could fool around and she said, well, that, y’know’ that...”

“That wasn’t part of the ... I mean I hadn’t meant” the girl jumped up and started pacing angrily across his room, thighs flexing and pointy nipples bouncing “I’m gonna slap her lying lips right off her face!”

“Kitty, hey, soft Kitty? Nonono” he took her hand and eased her back down onto the bed, alarmed at the vision of his tiny fifteen year old skinny blonde trying to pick a fight with his other muscular college-aged black girl two heads taller than her. “Dana’d pop your head clean off in one punch like in a cartoon. Hell, she might do that to me after she finds out I told you.”

The pre-emptively dethroned blowjob queen sat by him, stiff-backed, not cuddling, hand unresponsive in his.

“She should, you deserve it!” Kitty sniffled a bit but stopped short of crying, breathed deep. “So now I didn’t get either of your firsts. Oh!” Her eyes widened at having spilled the secret. “Yeah, I know about Mary the night before that too. Never kind how.” Without waiting for him to reply the teen rose and went to the door not waiting for him to dress. “Come on, let’s just get an early breakfast. You know, this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t stood me up that night!” And so cryptically condemning him for crimes committed in ignorance, benevolence and entrapment, Kitty Stevens heroically slammed his own room’s door in Adam’s face.

There was nothing for it but to face the music. The cafeteria was sparsely populated at such early hours. Kitty had already found Dana and the two were sharing a heated, but thankfully peaceful, confab. Adam grabbed himself some toast, a strip of the venison they’d brought back and a can of peach preserve and couldn’t believe his luck when some of the younger kids demanded he sit by them, saving him from being sandwiched between two angry girlfriends.

Naturally they wanted to hear all about his outing. He barely knew how to start at first. He felt like rhapsodizing about the blueness of the sky but somehow intuited that may be unwise. Instead he rambled about tree-bark and moss and how fast squirrels were and how they ducked behind trees, and the kids ate it all up and some passing older woman smiled wistfully and nodded. As more bunker denizens trickled in his audience grew. Peter sat by him and together they recounted the rat fight, in which the enemy somehow grew in size, aggression and numbers. They even took up a fair chunk of time with convoluted plans and fantasies to find and raid the warren, complete with flamethrower fwoosh-fwoosh sound effects. The one zombie in the distance tuned into three perilously close. Peter talked about radiation fluctuating with the wind in the night, which Adam certainly didn’t remember, but went along with as it seemed the sort of thing that would happen. It was halfway to lunchtime by the time the two boys, helped now by Dick, finished their racontage and a happy audience dispersed.

Dick clapped him on the shoulder as for a job well done and warned him to get ready for another outing. It was raining, so if the ground dried overnight they’d be taking the car out for a day trip tomorrow. Now that Adam had accepted his status change, this was no longer a request, but merely a notification of his duty schedule.

Kitty and Dana, who’d been listening from a nearby table, suddenly flanked him, making his shoulders instinctively tense in apprehension.

“It’s okay, Adam. I talked about it with Dana. You didn’t know so I’m not mad anymore.” Kitty’s stiff posture, tone and expression revealed that not to be entirely true, but our hero was only too grateful to go along with getting along, if confused at the second shift in her mood in a few hours.

“Yeah. Y’know, you really are too honest for your own good sometimes.” Dana caressed his hand, both girls planted matching chaste pecks on his opposite cheeks and with that left him breathing a sigh of relief. It was his turn on the farms, where his oversolicited limbic system got a much-needed rest over the next few hours while he drained, cleaned, refilled, fertilized and harvested shallow trays of vegetables under painfully bright fluorescent lamps.

He spent the evening at a mixed youth gathering playing board games, during which he repeated some adventure stories from earlier. When questions about what else happens when you start going on trips with the men cropped up, Mary, who was chaperoning the get-together, shot him a warning stare that could’ve withered crops. Adam shrugged it off like he’d heard Peter and every other adult do so often over the years with “that’s about all of it” and “y’know it’s not supposed to be polite or whatever to bother anyone about it, guys, come on” until Mary fired up an old electronic game console as a distraction. All along he’d been fighting off an erection at Mary’s mere presence, memories of her wet heated snatch and heavy tits making him trip over his words. But, aside from reminding him for the thousandth time in his life to be a proper gentleman, the brunette cougar’s mind seemed elsewhere.

A casually jeans&tshirt clad Kitty sidled up to him from another corridor as the party broke up, and though still slightly cold in her demeanor nevertheless invited herself over to his room for the night. Dana had not yielded her the moral high ground she’d expected for blowing Adam before she got a chance to. Instead the older girl had steered their conversation to turnabout is fair play, knowing who your friends are and to certain harsh realities of their shelter’s skewed demographics and coming decades’ push to repopulate the globe, until she made the blowjob sound like a favor to civilization itself.

And so, Kitty felt a bit distracted and also deflated as the teens wore the evening on re-warming their relation, but at least got to enjoy letting Adam think it was his own fault somehow until his every statement turned apologetic. That was always nice.

“Was I at least as good as her? Y’know, with my mouth?” The blonde sighed wistfully, pouting and batting her baby blues. He clasped her hand and cuddled her against his shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, I’d sure say so.”

“But I haven’t practiced as much as she has” a tiny limber-fingered hand caressed his cheek until finding a kiss for its fingertips. The comment, albeit mindfully weighed for both feigned innocence and cattiness (if a bit recklessly revealing) drew an unpredictable response.

“Well, maybe I’m just biased in your favor.”

Kitty’s mouth opened in reflexive outrage, but on second thought snapped shut again to quit while she was ahead. Bias. That was one way to put it. That was her only realistic goal according to Dana or Aubrey, though her schoolteacher and her mother had very, very different ideas.

“What’s wrong?”

“Huh?”

“You kinda tensed up all of a sudden.”

“Oh ... just thought of mom.”

“Oh ... but, I told you, you got here just as I was trying to get her to leave yesterday. It really was just Dana. And, well, Mary before ... hey, so I’ve been meaning to ask, how did you know ab-”

“Hey, y’know what’d be great?” Kitty suddenly jumped up, fingering her pants’ fly. “You wanna make it up to me a bit?’

“Huh? How do you mean?” Adam sat there staring at her sliding the jeans down her slim, slightly bony legs, suffering a bit of attention whiplash at their conversation’s inexplicable turn. Making sure his attention remained glued to the right spot, she wiggled her panties gradually down past her hips, past her few blonde pubes and tantalizingly down her thighs before kicking them off playfully and losing her balance, landing lengthwise on his bed. both laughing, she pushed him away by his shoulders.

“Get down there and, uhh, do it to me too. Y’know, like, with your tongue?”

“But you don’t have a ... oohhh”

“Eat me out!” Kitty clarified.

There had been hints. There had been signs. There had been portents. Whispered half-jokes in dark hallways had brought to his attention the word ‘cunnilingus’ but like everything else so critical to this central business of life, the taboo around it had made the act largely mythical. It was another unspeakably ungentlemanly thought, the likes of which he’d been scolded against even coveting to know, all his life, especially by their schoolteacher Mary. Incidentally, Mary herself was at that very same moment squealing in orgasm against Johnson’s tongue only a few soundproofed, white noise effaced walls away, but that, the schoolmarm would have explained if absolutely cornered and pressed to justify her hypocrisy, was completely, completely different for many, many reasons but-anyway-don’t-ask.

Thus Adam had adapted over the years to so fearing his thought crime that as with fellatio, as with playing with a woman’s breasts, he had feared he was the only man in history so wretchedly, sickly perverted as to dream of jamming his face in a woman’s crotch and suckling at her innermost self. The few times he’d caught an accidental whiff of the object of affection, it had immediately raised his blood pressure in the best possible way.

Well, here it was.

Crotch!

He knelt where Kitty had knelt just this morning and stared up past her dreamy creamy thighs, beneath her innocent face expectantly beaming at him to get-on-with-it! He leaned in. His nostrils flared unconsciously at her musk. Upon closer (and closer, and closer) inspection, her outer labia were hairier than they looked or felt to the touch, though at almost-sixteen the blonde pubes were for the most part still small, straight, dainty and uncomplainingly malleable. Malleable too the labia themselves, he found as he prised them apart, surprised at their eager, overheated turgor. Once open they stayed open, the inner spreading within to reveal the tiny pink opening. For a short pause he considered the oddity of a vertical slit for a round opening, palpating and stretching the overlapping tissues, at which Kitty raised an eyebrow but did not complain. She really did like men’s hands on her, and their curious prodding only annoyed her when interpreted as over-long teasing. Suddenly Adam’s tongue darted out as if its own accord to gather the musky fluid coating her interior.

Heaven. Odiferous, warm, slimy heaven.

“Mmmm” the girl tensed.

“Mmm?” he inquired, fearing offense.

“Yeah-yeah-yeah, keep going!” Kitty dug her fingers into his hair and yanked him back into herself. Lips met lips. For a quarter hour she let him explore her inner folds, gasping and giggling every time he nibbled, slobbered and lapped within her most sensitive spots. He had no rhythm yet and no focus, but the sheer detail and ardour of his attentions soon lifted her to orgasmic edge. Those other bitches hadn’t gotten him to eat them out, had they? This was hers. Her pussy would be his map for others. Thrill trumped sheer physical sensation.