Undead Love: A Post-Apocalyptic Romance

by Silvia Rojas

  Tristian was slowly coming to enjoy this. The way Jennifer moaned, groaned and squirmed while he pleasured her was going to be a very, very, very dear memory of his, no matter what happened later on. She was shaved, not a strand of hair down there, completely pale skin, followed by her puffed up and wet pussy lips that he was currently sucking on. She tensed up when he reached certain points, which he took notice of and gave more attention to. Slowly, he pushed his tongue forward, for the first time tasting the insides of her cunt, and she showed her appreciation through another soft contented sigh, relaxing her hips.

  He wriggled his tongue around, tasting her insides, a salty yet incredibly amazing taste that he was slowly getting addicted to. Slowly dwelling deeper and deeper, he focused on a certain, spongy point where he knew touching would drive her insane, and the contractions he could feel around her tongue and the tightening of her hips only told her how close she was to release. So he attacked ruthlessly into what was known as her g-spot, suckling, prodding and licking it at the same time, driving her off the edge and into literal oblivion.

  “OH GODS TRISTIE!!” She screamed, clenching her thighs around his neck making sure he didn’t move. “I... I’M... I’M CUMMING!!!!!”

  And then she released, hard, right in his face, her inner walls going so tight that he felt his tongue was going to rip off, but the taste of her inner fluids completely mesmerized him into staying there. After a few seconds, she went limp, her hands falling to her side and her legs as well. He slowly went back up, tracing kisses all the way up her body and sucking on her nipples and breasts once again before looking at her flushed and completely flustered face.

  “You know....” Tristian whispered, looking at her right in the eyes. “I’ve always seen this picture in my dreams since the 3rd day I met you. You, naked as you were born, under me, moaning and screaming my name.”

  “You perv.” She whispered, tracing his cheek. “You are an incorrigible pervert, Tristian. I’ve seen your eyes on my arse various times, I know you lust for me. I know you wanted to do nothing more than to bend me over and bag me on the side of the table for the entire world to see and I can feel it, so do me a favor and just fuck me already.”

  “Without protection?” he asked as if teasing her. His dick was already tracing her outer lips, the bulbous tip prodding and slowly lodging inside of her love hole. “Is it safe to do so?”

  “My friend.... snuck in...... a contraceptive in my drink.” Biting her lip, Jennifer squeaked out the last words as she felt his tip insert itself inside of her vagina. Her back arched as he took that as all the permission he needed and without hesitation buried himself as deep as he could go, leaving her to rack around with the aftermath of utter and sheer pain and pleasure.

  Tristian tried his best not to pull out, knowing that it would only hurt her more if he did and instead remained buried inside of her. Her legs shakingly wrapped itself around his hips again, locking him where he was, and her hands snaked around his neck, pulling him closer to her naked body. Tristian responded in kind, softly massaging the pleasure spots he remembered her having on her breasts and sucking on her chest. It took her 3 minutes to get used to his size and girth, and then she gave him the ‘green light’ to start moving.

  “You can move.” Her voice stuttering due to the pleasure and content that she was currently feeling, she slowly buckled her hips, again and again as she beckoned him to move and he did move. At first, he was slow, incredibly slow, enjoying the feel of her pussy and how her inner walls responded to his plunging in and out of her, how those velvety soft walls were clasping around his large, almost 10 inched meat rod.

  “Oh God.....” Tristian grunted at the feeling of the warm and wet clenching around his manhood, his balls slapping against her butt. He was slowly increasing his speed, moving from normal lovemaking to rapid thrusting in and out of her. Now much more used to the idea of actually doing the entire act with the woman that was currently underneath him, he focused much more on pleasuring her completely using his rod. “You’re so damn tight!”

  Jennifer couldn’t reply, the pleasure was too deep in her head for her to reply. She was racking with every powerful thrust that her new lover was ramming into her, racking with every single slam of him inside of her cunt. His hand, his right one, slowly sneaked down and searched for that one thing he knew every girl had, a bunch of nerves called the clitoris, and slowly rolled it between his palms. That was enough for her as she was once again driven past the point.

  “OH LORD!!!!!!” Jennifer screamed out her release, as she shuddered around underneath him and at that moment, Tristian had to do everything he could to not erupt within her. He wanted this to last, somehow, he wanted this to not end and his concentration paid off. The way her walls clenched when she orgasmed was out of his mind, with juices he didn’t even know anyone was capable of secreting now covering his shaft, it was much easier to move and much easier to move meant there was literally no friction and both of them felt, even more, better now that his slimy cock was rampaging her.

  Getting an idea, Jennifer suddenly turned, flipping them over so now she was on top. With both of her thighs going around his hips, Tristian found himself looking at the image of Jennifer, her naked body covered in his and her own sweat, her hair unclasped behind her, the straightening all gone, and her breasts jiggling with every time she bounced on his penis. She shuddered whenever the shaft disappeared into her folds, bringing her more and more and more pleasure as it drilled into her cervix every time she dropped down on top of him.

  Having sex was awesome, Tristian decided. Never having been so damned horny in his life, let alone about a younger girl, he found himself letting her do what she wanted and grabbed her hips, helping her bounce atop his manhood. Finally, it was the sight of her jiggling breasts, hard nipples covered in his saliva, the endless string of heavenly moans that left her lips and the sight of his dick disappearing inside of her honey pot again and again that destroyed whatever sort of restraint he had as he finally climaxed himself and deposited his seed inside of her.

  Resonating to his release, she came out as well, screaming his name out loud as she collapsed on top of him, her sweaty body shuddering in pleasure as he wrapped his arms around her, not bothering her little body on his at all.

  At the back of her mind she realized that the man was extremely muscular and she should have given more attention to his chiseled body but right now, she was too tired, and filled, to care about anything.

  “Hey,” Jennifer whispered out, still panting and breathless. “You know, this was my first time.”

  “Yeah,” Tristian replied, as soft and tired. “Can’t say the same, but I am 28.”

  “True.” She chuckled, tracing circles on his chest. “You..... won’t disappear off tomorrow, would you?”

  “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about it,” Tristian said nervously. “You know, us. There’s no way I’m going to be able to let this go as a one night fling. Frankly, I fancy you a lot and would like to ask you out on a date once.”

  “You want this to continue?” She whispered out, her voice going softer and softer. “W well, that’s great then. About time you asked me out.”

  He presumed that the other conversation would be held the next morning because she was fast asleep, but he smiled broadly, pulling her up so they could cuddle up together, blasting the heater up to the December cold won’t get them as they curled up asleep together on the bed.

  Chapter 5

  The next morning was quite a weird one, to say the least. Now that they were coherent enough to get their thoughts in sight, the found each other too deep into their mutual attraction and crushes to care about regretting what they did. Instead, they just cuddled on the bed, waking up at 0600 in the morning. Neither of them had worked on a coming day so they could enjoy their post-coital bliss, and by that, it meant stealing kisses and slowly heating up enough to end up making love on the bed another time.

  “We’re supposed to be talking
about dates, not having sex again.” Jennifer chuckled, flustered and breathless after another round of doing the disco on the bed. She was curled up on his chest, not having left her position of straddling him. She felt him slip out of her vagina and almost sighed in disappointment. “Well, it was fun as long as it lasted, Tristian. So, what were you saying last night?”

  “I was asking you out for a date,” Tristian replied, still dazed after having sex with this woman again. “You know, where we dress up, go out to fancy dinners, and stuff like that.”

  “A Date huh? Isn’t that supposed to be between boyfriends and Girlfriends? Does this make me your girlfriend?” She asked. Tristian chuckled at the question. “Hey, don’t laugh! It’s a serious question!”

  “Sorry, sorry, it reminded me of a movie scene.” She didn’t comment on it and he was glad she did not. Frankly, he wasn’t even interested in explaining it to her. “And if you want to be my girlfriend then I’ll gladly be your boyfriend, but I thought that instead of knowing each other through the Cafe, I thought we could know each other intimately, well, at least without the fear of other people hearing us.”

  “Oh, I know what a date is! I’ve gone on 2 or 3 myself, I just haven’t dated or been in a relationship with anyone seriously,” Jennifer said, sighing. “But, I like it. I’ll gladly go on a date with you and I’ll gladly be your girlfriend, provided you are loyal.”

  “You have my promise,” he muttered, pressing his lips to her forehead as he rolled her to the side so he could get up. For the first time, Jennifer found herself properly looking at his naked body and she found herself licking her lips at the sight of it. He was tall, undoubtedly taller than her and muscular. The practice he did for cricket, perhaps constant gymming, his job as a fitness instructor only helped him perhaps to get this sort of a body. He had the perfect pectoral muscles, the perfect biceps and triceps and all eight of those delicious abs, ripping through his stomach and she personally could tell how much power was there in those strong legs and what hung in between them.

  “You call me beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, have you ever taken a look in the mirror?” Jennifer complained playfully. “Gosh, you’re a handsome prick!”

  “I try my best.” Rolling his eyes, Tristian winked as he grabbed a nearby towel and walked towards the bathroom, naked. “I’ll take the shower first, then you can take a bath. You’ll need to wear your clothes of yesterday again, so beware.”

  “Damn,” Jennifer mumbled. It was such a pain to wear that dress. Letting her fate be up to fate, she patiently waited for him to finish showering so she could head inside and shower herself. Something told her that this relationship of theirs wasn’t going to be just a Christmas fling but actually a long-lasting relationship and she wasn’t going to just ruin it. At least it would keep Angelina out of her back.

  Tristian was courteous enough to drop her back home while they returned, remembering he lived alone and not very far away from her was a boon for both of them. He promised to pick her up at six so they could go out and enjoy dinner in the city as a date and left with a small kiss. At that gesture Jennifer found herself blushing, she actually had found a boyfriend.

  Similarly, Tristian was smiling, for the first time thoughts of Jennifer not haunting his mind as he could focus much better. He now was in a relationship with the very girl that had attracted his attention and he couldn’t believe it. He vowed himself to confront her about the fact that he was her boss’s son that evening, but right now he would simply let her do as she pleased. After all, they had a lot of time.

  Chapter 6

  The date in the evening was a nice one. She had found out that Tristian was never late. He was always early and he never betrayed a promise that was made. He even turned up outside of her rented home with a bunch of flowers and a box of chocolates, something which she didn’t even know he was capable of buying.

  “You’re a romantic nut aren’t you?” She teased as she got into the car beside him. He good-naturedly rolled his eyes but kept his attention on the beach as he drove past the road and towards a good nice hotel in Manchester, trying to think of a good place where they could go out and have a nice date at.

  He chose it to be an Italian place that he really liked. Italian food was really fun and amazing, it always managed to get a smile on his face and he had always, always loved eating Italian food ever since he remembered starting to eat Italian. He looked beside him to see Jennifer looking around curiously where he was leading her, and her eyes lit up when she spotted the Italian restaurant.

  “I love Italian food,” Jennifer commented. “My mom is part Italian, of course, I would love it.”

  “That’s another thing we have in common then,” Tristian said, parking in the parking lot beside the Restaurant. “My friends and I from the Marines used to come here often. It serves an awesome batch of lasagna by the way.”

  That night was fun. There was nothing that involved hormones, sex, touches and dances, just a simple dinner date where they talked more about their lives, what they did and how they did it. He found out in the date that by March or April, Jennifer would be a fully-trained paramedic, and Jennifer in return found out that when the current captain for their county team retired, he was going to get that position. She also found out that he wanted to be a lifeguard on a beach when he was young because he had seen some things about them on TV, and they talked regarding their dreams, friends and more.

  Finally, at nine in the evening, Tristian dropped Jennifer, now nicknamed Jenny, back at her home. Not knowing what was to come tomorrow, they had exchanged numbers, addresses, and even work addresses and phones to stay in touch with a promise to meet the other day.

  The next day, as soon as he could, Tristian popped in the cafe. Jennifer was truly surprised to see Tristian at this unusual time of the day, and that was saying something. She almost dropped an order that she was taking.

  “Tristie?” Jennifer muttered, watching him walk in. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

  “Oh, if it isn’t Tristian...” Mellissa noticed him coming in and smiled. “What can I do for the young master today. And did you call him Tristie?! Oh my, something happened between the 2 of you.”

  “Yes, she’s my girlfriend now.” Watching as Jennifer blushed, he smirked. “By the way, can you call my dad out? I might as well have this done with.”

  “Of course.” Before she could go, Jennifer asked her a question that had them both stopping in their thoughts.

  “Your Dad?” Jennifer asked. Tristian looked at her, his mouth opening, then closing, then opening, then closing as he finally turned to look at Mellissa. Mellissa looked quite shocked herself as she stared at Jennifer.

  “Um... Jennifer..... he’s the son of Tony Smith. His name is Tristian Smith,” Mellissa said slowly as if it would prevent what was to come. It didn’t even take two seconds for Jennifer to erupt.

  “Wait, what?” Jennifer exclaimed, looking from Mellissa to Tristian, and then back at Mellissa. “W... What do you mean ‘dad’?”

  “You really didn’t know?” Tristian asked, extremely surprised. “But how? Why? I honestly thought you knew!”

  “Really, you didn’t know Tristian was Tony’s son?” Mellissa also asked. “Why do you think he never pays for anything then? Special Customers only get 1 drink and 1 Packed Sandwich on the menu free, not everything!”

  “Wait, wait, wait. You aren’t getting out of this.” Marching up to her boyfriend, she poked him sharply in the ribs as she stared at him. “Your father is the owner of the cafe I work in. We’ve been together for the past few days and known each other for even longer. We got together after shagging our brains out in a hotel room three days ago, and you never thought of telling me that I am working at your father’s cafe?!”

  “I.... I honestly thought you knew, Jennifer,” Tristian said as sincerely as he could. “I mean, you seem so close to everyone, I thought they would have told you already and I thought you were ignoring it for me.”

  “W
ell ignoring things is much more difficult!” Jennifer snapped, slightly angry. “So why didn’t you tell me, even in fleeting moments, huh? Please, I need to know, Tristian, you’re my boyfriend now!”

  “Well, how shall I put this. You remember my x-girlfriend I told you about?” Tristian said after a bout of silence. Jennifer wrapped her hands around her bust but didn’t say anything, just nodded. “Well, she only wanted me for what I had and not what I was. I honestly thought you were ignoring the fact and acting professional so you kept the job and I didn’t do anything. But if I offended you in any way, I truly am sorry, extremely sorry. I had no idea you didn’t know he was my dad. If you didn’t I would have told you right away.”

  Jennifer only glared at him. There were not many customers in the cafe and all of them were busy with one another, so they didn’t notice the argument. Finally, Jennifer sighed and walked closer to him.

  “Next time, tell me such things,” Jennifer said, crashing her lips against his. Though they didn’t expect one thing, Tim, having heard some sort of an encounter, walked out of the kitchen.

  “W What is the meaning of this?!” Tony shouted as he walked out to see his son kissing Jennifer. Both of them parted instantly, pale and startled at the sudden shout. “Since when was this a thing?”