Joe VS The Zombies

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by Verily Harden


  I felt a brief twinge of regret about Karin, but I shook it off. She’d made her choice clear enough. She could be with me, or take her chances with the zombies.

  I was going to have to accept it. But my heart didn’t seem to want to let go. I knew I’d been in love with her for a while now, but it was always something that had seemed unreal and impossible to pursue. Karin liked me well enough, I guess, but I wasn’t her type. She liked the buff, work out hard and play hard type of man, and while I was in good shape, I wasn’t bad boy enough.

  The dishes were washed and put away when I finally turned the TV off and went to bed. From my window, as I changed into a pair of sweats to sleep in, I could see the glow of a television set in what I knew to be Karin’s bed room. She was probably watching some soppy romantic comedy movie, I figured. She probably was alone, because most of her dates didn’t seem to be the romcom type.

  After such an exhausting day—considering how unused I was to so much physical labor—it wasn’t surprising that all thoughts of the unobtainable girl next door and the looming zombie apocalypse fled from my brain and I dropped into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

  * * * *

  Deep, echoing pounding on my back door brought up into the new day. I was groggy and confused, wondering what the noise was all about. It took a few seconds for me to realize it was someone hitting my door like they wanted to break in, and my heart nearly stopped.

  What if someone had seen all the shopping I’d been doing, and followed me home? If they hadn’t managed to get their own stuff, the might want to take mine.

  Well, I’d be damned if that would happen. Or at least, not without a fight. I threw on my clothes from the day before, grabbed the shotgun that leaned in the corner behind my bedroom door, and made haste down the back stairs. I stopped just at the corner that led into the kitchen and took a quick look.

  My heart rate dropped a little when I saw it was Karin. From the look on her face, something bad had happened. I lowered the shotgun until it was pointing at the floor and went to open the door before she either broke it down, or attracted too much attention.

  “Karin, what’s going on?”

  She just stood looking at me, her hair mussed, wide-eyed and pale. I started to draw her inside, but she suddenly stepped forward and clutched at me like I was a life raft and she was drowning in the ocean.

  “Oh, Joe! I’m so sorry I was shitty to you the other day. Well, all the times you tried to tell me about the end of the world.”

  “Um. Okay?”

  Far from a brilliant answer, but in my defense I was half-asleep and standing in the circle of her arms like a dream.

  Karin pulled back, looking up into my face. She was trembling, and looked like she hadn’t slept.

  “I was working late last night, and people were talking in the break room. The TV was on the news, and everybody was getting scared. They were saying all the things you’d been saying, about getting some food and stuff and staying home for a few days. So, I grabbed up some things I’d been needing, and when I got home I stayed up all night watching the reports.”

  Well, color me dumbfounded. It finally sank in, and Karin realized I’d been right. I was pretty sure I was asleep and dreaming this, but it sure felt real. Karin’s firm breasts were pressed up against me, her skin so soft and fragrant was touching mine. I could see the fine sheen of sweat on her trembling upper lip.

  If the world wasn’t about to go ass over tea kettle, I’d have been the happiest man alive at that moment. Oh, hell, even if the world ended in a huge blast right this second, I was the happiest man alive. I had the woman of my dreams in my arms, telling me I’d been right about everything. What man could resist that?

  “Joe, I know you probably should kick me out, the way I’ve treated you over the years. But I’m going to ask anyway. Can I stay with you? I know you have the bunker, and supplies and stuff. I can bring everything I have, too. I’ll do anything you say, Joe.”

  She pulled back to look at me again. “Anything.”

  Whoo. I had to take a deep breath. It was everything I could ask for, that’s for sure. I was getting hard just thinking about being with Karin, and I could tell she knew it. Her hand went to the button on my jeans. Before I could say anything, the zipper was down and somehow I was in her hand.

  It was better than I could have imagined, and for a second I forgot where we were. With a grunt, I stepped back far enough to get her past the door way. It only took a second to close and lock the back door, and all the while Karin was stroking my cock.

  Dear heaven, I couldn’t think beyond how it felt to have her handle me like that. I pulled her tee shirt off over her head, though it nearly killed me when she had to release my throbbing shaft. Before she could get settled again, I stripped her the rest of the way. For what seemed like forever, I looked at her gorgeous body, noting how hard and dark her nipples were. I leaned over and kissed one breast after the other, holding her still with my hands on her hips.

  Karin moaned, throwing her head back. I went down further, kissing my way towards her navel. When I couldn’t reach any more of her body standing, I found myself on my knees, holding her thighs apart while I kissed the dark thatch of hair between them. My tongue found her inner folds, and began to play.

  It was getting hot, and my jeans felt too tight. While I licked and sucked at Karin’s clit, I began to shuck my jeans one-handed. My cock was soon free, throbbing in the cool morning air. I knew where it wanted to be, and I stood up.

  Karin was breathing as heavily as I was, her eyes half shut. A little smile played on her lips, and I bent to kiss their fullness, to tongue her mouth. I knew she could taste herself in my mouth, and it excited me even more. I wanted to be inside her, thrusting until we came. She was already wet and ready for me.

  I lifted Karin up, sitting her round butt on the edge of the counter by the door. Anyone walking up would see us clearly, but the thought didn’t bother me. It made me more hot for her, truth be told.

  With Karin teetering on the edge of the counter, I stepped between her spread legs. The tip of my cock bumped against her pussy. We both gasped as I rammed into her hot core. I held back a little, thrusting in and out while I watched her face. It was almost blank with her building desire. She licked her lips and moaned, sighing as I fully entered her over and over.

  We were grinding together, faster and faster. I knew the end was close at hand, and while I could have gone on like this forever, I knew it wasn’t possible. The only thing I could think about was doing this again. As many times as I could manage.

  When Karin began nibbling at my earlobe, I realized I wasn’t going to last much longer. I reached between us and began to finger her stiff little clit. I wanted her to come with me. I wanted that explosion to be as big as it could be, so she would want me to fuck her again.

  And it was working. Karin was gasping and crying, her body arching as she got closer.

  “Joe, harder, harder.”

  I didn’t know if she meant my finger work or my cock thrusting, so I just went with both. Faster and harder, until she stiffened in my arms and cried out.

  Then I was following her, my own orgasm keeping time with my woman’s—for that’s how I thought of her now, as my woman—and then I was spurting my load deep inside her, bumping her womb as I tried to get even deeper. It was an instinctual thing, wanting to get my seed as far in as I could.

  Karin collapsed in my arms, her breath hitting the junction of my neck and shoulder. It made me shiver with desire even after all we’d done. I could hardly breath myself, after such a fine ride. My cock was still inside her, and it was already stiffening, ready for the next round. I couldn’t wait. I wanted to explore every inch of her, lick and suck and kiss all of Karin’s body. And I wanted her to do the same to me, before we had sex again. And that was only the beginning.

  When we’d both recovered a bit, I got her to my bed, and everything I’d ever dreamed of became reality. I remember every touch, every kis
s, every position we tried, and the best part is we still have sex daily, even more than once. After all, we don’t have much else to do, locked up in the bunker while we wait for the world to recover. Someday we’ll have to leave, but if I’m half as lucky as I have been so far, it will be a long time from now.

  THE END

 

 

 


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