[Lois]

Zombies - A Love Story
by AsylumSeeker©

Zack was feeling edgy as he carefully peered around the corner of a room and down a long corridor. There they were -- more zombies! Quickly withdrawing, he made sure his shotgun and pistols were fully loaded before he took in a deep breath and stepped into the open, shotgun blazing away as they shells tore through the mutated bodies.

The flickering of the lights forewarned of an impending power failure. It was only a matter of time before electricity was lost. He was rather surprised it had lasted this long, and so he'd been making the most of it as he played his favorite game again and again.

Realizing he was getting hungry Zack turned off the game console, rose off the side of his bed, and stretched his stiff limbs. Glancing over at his bedroom door he ensured that the two-by-four length of wood was still securely in place. He didn't want to be surprised by any zombies and find himself becoming one of them. All it took would be a single bite.

He was fortunate to have a small bathroom attached to his room, because this made life much simpler. It meant he didn't have to leave the safety of his room every time he had to piss, or the other. Of course he could've opened the second-floor window to do either of these things, there wasn't anybody left to complain, but this seemed so wrong. And, with a bathroom so close at hand, he didn't have to consider this less-than-desirable option.

Walking to the foot of the bed he opened a cooler and retrieved a plastic water bottle. He made a mental note to scrounge for some more, and locate another couple bags of ice. The closest stores he'd already picked clean, so today he'd have to venture further outside of his comfort zone. All of the food was gone now, as well.

It all started, what -- one month, two months ago? Time no longer had any meaning for him and so he easily lost track. He didn't even know what day of the week it was. He'd been relying on his cell phone to keep track of such mundane details, but when that stopped working he'd given up entirely.

Survival was the only important thing now, and he was determined to take as many zombies down with him as he could. At first he'd armed himself with his dad's twelve-gauge pump shotgun. Then, as he scavenged abandoned homes and local stores, he'd added two semi-automatic pistols to his armory. Zack never left the safety of his bedroom without them.

Stepping into the bathroom to take a mid-morning leak, he thought back on the frequent arguments he'd had with his parents. When his dad wasn't complaining about him taking his college studies more seriously, his mom was on him about keeping his room clean, picking up after himself, and spending too much time playing games.

Zack recalled with irony about how he'd wished, more than once, that they'd just leave him alone. Well, that wish had come true, but not in the way he'd ever intended. Who could've known that a brain-eating virus was beginning to spread, quickly turning into a pandemic that spread across the world with a ninety-eight percent death rate? That was the kind of thing seen in movies and video games, not in reality. But things changed.

His dad had gotten sick first -- brought it back when he returned from business travel, or so it was assumed. His mom was next. It started like the flu, but two days later rapidly spread to their brains. It caused immense pain, driving them to insanity. In the final hours they started attacking those trying to help them before dying.

Days later people were sick and dying by the thousands. Even medical staffers, police, firemen -- the very people needed to help end the suffering and preserve order -- became victims as well. It was a nightmarish time. That was when Zack loaded up food and drinks in his room and barricaded the door for fear of what was to come next -- the zombies.

How Zack had managed to avoid contamination was a mystery. He wasn't the only one. At the very end he monitored TV and radio news reports as medical doctors and scientists tried to isolate and identify the virus in hopes of creating a cure. Two percent of the population had a natural immunity to whatever it was, the last he'd heard. Were there others out there like him?

And then one day he woke up to silence. No more television, no radio, everything had stopped. The end of the world, at least as he knew it, had arrived. Anticipating the rotting bodies would return to life and come after him, he kept to his room for as much of the time as he could.

Outside excursions were only risked when need outweighed the potential threat. And this was another one of those times.

Ten minutes later he stood in front of the bathroom mirror decked out in military-style boots he'd taken from an army surplus store, faded blue denim jeans, and a brown t-shirt. He combed his dark hair and stared at his reflection for a brief time.

A shoulder holster held one semi-automatic pistol under his left shoulder, and another was attached to his belt on the right side of his waist. His right hand gripped his dad's twelve-gauge shotgun. A green bag hung from his left shoulder -- inside was a couple of water bottles, a box of twenty shotgun shells, and four loaded magazines for the pistols.

"Okay you badass zombies, Zack's ready for you!" he shouted in an effort to alleviate his fear and build his waning self-confidence.

After taking a deep breath to ease his sudden nervousness, Zack lifted the board off the hastily assembled holders he'd hammered onto the frame and opened the door. The second-floor hallway looked just as he'd last seen it three days ago. Bringing the shotgun to the ready he ventured toward the stairs, ready to fire at a moment's notice.

* * * * *


He slowly drove down the main drag of the relatively small town he'd called home for as long as he could remember in a bright yellow Hummer he'd helped himself to on one of his earlier forays.

Oddly, the roads were not clogged with abandoned vehicles as they were in the zombie game he'd been playing or in the many zombie movies he'd seen. And there were no mindless zombies to be seen lurking on the streets or in the adjacent buildings, at least not as far as he could tell.

Maybe they only came out at night, he quickly decided. Perhaps he'd be safe as long as he only left the house during the day. But if they did, he'd still have to be very careful when he went indoors not to stumble upon them. Feeling a mix of relief and apprehension, Zack wasn't sure if this new discovery was a good thing or a bad one.

Pulling into the parking lot of a convenience store, he walked up to an ice freezer and pulled the door open. There were about a dozen bags of ice remaining, and so he helped himself to two, stowing them in a cooler he'd placed in the back seat.

Walking up to the main entrance, which consisted of two steel-framed glass doors, he pulled on them -- they were locked. Some places were, some weren't, he'd discovered. Holding his hand up to block the light from his eyes, he peered through the window and could see a stocked refrigerator with all kinds of water, soda, and beer.

To the left and right of the glass doors were large glass panes. Stepping up to the one on the left, Zack used the butt of his shotgun to smash one. Suddenly, just as the glass pane shattered, he was assaulted by the ear-splitting ringing of a burglar alarm.

"Oh fuck!" he immediately shouted.

Alarms were a bad thing -- a very, very bad thing. In the game they drew hordes of zombies, and as his heart pounded in his throat, Zack braced for the worst as his gaze moved in all directions. It always took a few seconds before the first wave arrived, and as it did, it was always preceded by a thunderous noise that still made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

* * * * *


The sound of an alarm caught Caria's attention. An alarm meant only one thing -- a survivor. There were two types, she'd discovered during her travels since the pandemic of 2010. The kind, and the unkind. Which type would this turn out to be?

Retrieving a revolver from a holster on the right side of her belt, she cautiously advanced in the direction of the irritating noise.

She only had to walk two blocks before she saw a bright yellow Hummer parked outside of a convenience store. The driver, presumably, was inside, so she walked forward and placed the vehicle between herself and the store, just to be safe. A few moments later the unseen person must have found the alarm, because it turned off.

Caria could hear noises emanating from inside. Cooler doors being slid open or shut, items being placed into plastic bags, all of the typical sounds one would expect when in the proximity of a store being looted. She patiently waited until, a few minutes later, a young man stepped over a two-foot high brick wall just below a shattered window.

He was cute, she decided, with a slender body and dark hair. And he appeared to be armed to the teeth. With his hands busy holding bags, Caria knew this would be the safest time to approach. Raising the revolver but pointing the barrel off to one side, she let her presence be known as she leaned over the hood of the SUV.

"Police, freeze!" she called out in a stern, forceful tone.

When the guy looked up and saw her, she thought he might crap his pants. His shock was complete as his eyes fixed on her weapon. Caria almost expected to see an expanding dark stain in the crotch of his jeans, but he managed to maintain control of himself. She would've laughed but instead felt a twinge of guilt for surprising him as she did.

"Who - who - who are you?" he finally managed to stammer.

Her glare turned into a warm smile as she sensed this survivor was the kind type. Lowering the revolver but keeping it in hand, she warily stepped around the vehicle and closed the distance.

Zack remained frozen as he watched her approach. She looked to be his about his age, maybe a couple of years younger, with long dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a very cute face. The girl was dressed pretty much like him in blue denim jeans and a simple white, short-sleeved shirt. He couldn't help but notice her slender, shapely form, or the slight jiggling of unrestrained breasts under the shirt.

"Don't worry, I'm not the police," she offered with a grin. "I'm Caria."

"I'm Zack," he responded, still not sure what to make of this girl who had confronted him so unexpectedly. "What's going on?"

She opened the back door for him and he stowed the loot. "That's what I've been trying to figure out since the infection started."

"Have you run into any zombies?" he questioned, wondering what her experiences might have been.

The serious nature of his inquiry caused Caria to start laughing quite hard. Soon her eyes were filling with tears and rolling down her reddened cheeks as she nearly doubled over from the laughter.

"Sorry," she whispered as she recovered. Fanning her face with her left hand, Caria told him, "You watch too many movies, Zack. There aren't any zombies. You can trust me on this."

The shocked expression returned, mixed with disbelief. "No zombies?"

It suddenly dawned on her why he was so heavily armed. He actually believed the infected, who had all died, would come back to life and roam the streets as the undead. He almost seemed disappointed to find out this hadn't happened at all.

Zack remained unconvinced and challenged her with, "Then why are you armed?"

"Because there are packs of rabid wild dogs, and male survivors who see me and think of doing very bad things," she quickly explained. "I said there aren't any zombies. I never said it's safe."

Zack had to admit that it made sense. He hadn't seen a single one, the alarm going off hadn't attracted the anticipated waves of mutants, and this girl who just showed up confirmed what he didn't want to believe.

"Can I buy you a late lunch?" he asked.

Caria smiled. "That's the best offer I've heard in a long time. I'd love to."

* * * * *


"Nice place," Caria called out from a booth that rested against one wall of a twenty-four hour diner next to a truck stop.

"I used to work here," Zack shared. "Back when I was in senior high school. Would you like a hamburger, steak, or chicken? The freezer is still pretty full so there's a good selection."

"A steak sounds good," she answered. "Is there anything to go along with it?"

"How about I grill up some potato wedges?"

"That sounds delicious after all the cold canned food I've been eating. Are you sure you don't want me to help? I really wouldn't mind," she repeated her earlier offer of assistance.

Zack responded with, "You can cut up some potatoes."

Caria walked to the far counter and around it to join him in the back. "I like it better being here with you," she admitted. "Sitting in the front, shouting back and forth, that was awkward."

He looked up from the grill and into her alluring blue eyes. "You should've said something earlier."

She smiled as her eyes brightened. "It was cute that you wanted to do this for me, and I didn't want to ruin it for you. That's why I didn't say anything."

After a few anxious moments he told her, "I like it better that you're back here with me too."

Zack was already developing a strong attraction to this lovely young woman who had unexpectedly crossed his path, and it certainly didn't hurt that she was nearly his age and quite beautiful. When she caught him staring he nervously glanced away.

"It's okay to look at me," she said with a giggle. "Are you relieved to hear that there aren't any zombies out there?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I was ready for them if there had been any."

"And if there was, I would have come to the right place to be protected," she casually shared with a friendly grin. "I'm glad I met you, Zack."

He turned to glance at her again. "You don't know how glad I am to meet you. I have so many more questions to ask."

"You can ask me anything."

He wasn't sure where to get started, so he began with the first thing that popped into his head. "Why are you here?"

"I heard the alarm," she answered simply.

When he looked over at her with a stunned you-must-be-kidding-me expression on his face, she giggled. He loved hearing her laughter. Maybe it was on account of the loneliness he'd been experiencing, or maybe because she was so beautiful and he was just feeling giddy from being in her presence like this.

"That wasn't what I meant," he finally said.

Her smile faded. "Yeah, I know. It's an awfully long story."

He made a point of glancing around. "It's not as if we're short on time or anything."

Caria heavily sighed before giving him the short version of the explanation he was searching for. Zack placed several potatoes and a knife on the counter in front of her, suspecting that having something to do while they talked might ease the tension his question seemed to have created.

"Skins on or peeled?"

"Skins on, unless you prefer to peel them," he suggested.

"Skins on works for me," Caria decided, and as she cut the potatoes into wedges her sweet voice began to briefly recount the days since the last of the dying took place.

"I'm not sure how it was handled here, but once the hospitals got overwhelmed with the sick and dying, the police told everyone to remain in their homes. I nursed my parents the best I could until they passed on, and with the help of some volunteers we got them loaded onto the bed of a truck and watched as they were bulldozed into a mass grave on the edge of town. It was all very surrealistic, and I'm still wondering if this is all some crazy dream I'll eventually wake up from.

"There were some other survivors around, a dozen or so that I saw. All of them were as dazed and confused as I was. Some of them banded together to try and return their shattered lives to some sense of normalcy, but I couldn't do that. I didn't know what to do, and so I left my life behind and began searching for something new, something that might make sense of the chaos."

She paused and shoveled a handful of wedges onto the grill to her right. Zack used a spatula to spread them out, acknowledging her afterwards with a shared smile.

"Looking back on my decision, I was probably naïve thinking I could walk off and travel cross-country in search of a new identity," Caria admitted. "I always trusted people until they gave me a reason not to, and how I managed to escape three older men who were hell-bent on making me their sex slave I'll never know. But it was a lesson I learned from and has made me think differently of people."

"You mentioned rabid wild dogs too," he reminded her.

"Yeah, that happened in a town when I was scavenging for food," she revealed. "Luckily it was after the men, because once I had escaped from them the first thing I did was to find myself a gun. And I used it to kill two of the three dogs that had me cornered in a grocery store. The third ran away."

"What are the roads like?" he asked, keeping the conversation going as she painted a much different picture of the one his imagination had created.

"Pretty clear, actually. Better than I had thought. But there are barricades. Here, for example. They set up concrete barriers across the roads leading into town and so I had to leave the car and set off on foot. Good thing I had, too, or maybe we never would've met. So what's your story?"

His face reddened with mild embarrassment as he acknowledged how silly he had been acting since finding himself to be a lone survivor ready to do battle with an army of zombies that were not to be.

"My parents got sick pretty quick and they died in the hospital," he began his much shorter and far less adventurous explanation. "That was when I loaded up on food and water and holed up in my room, playing my game to perfection and listening to the news. Then one day everything went silent. No more news, just me and my game.

"I ventured out only when necessary with my dad's shotgun. The first time I could I grabbed these other guns and extra ammo."

"To kill the zombies," she teased him.

His face grew hot as his humiliation deepened. "To keep myself safe."

Caria knew she was touching on a nerve and it wasn't like her to back away from it. As her smile widened she clarified, "To keep yourself safe from the zombies. I bet you nearly dropped a load in your pants when that alarm went off. You hadn't expected that, had you?"

When he turned to face her she could tell he was getting mad. "Sure, kid me all you want. But what if I had been right, huh? Who'd be the one laughing now?"

"Not me, because I'd probably be one of them," Caria admitted. "Seriously, what happened when that alarm went off?"

His stern expression changed as it was replaced by a sheepish grin. "I nearly dropped a load in my pants."

They both broke out into a hearty round of laughter. When the last of it ended they were standing beside each other gazing deeply into each other's eyes. And this was when Zack knew he was "in the moment" -- he'd never been there before, but his instincts told him.

Knowing this moment might not ever make itself known again, feeling his stomach tightening into a nervous knot, he leaned forward as his left arm moved around her slender waist. He gave her an opportunity to shy away, and he wouldn't have blamed her if she did, but surprisingly Caria leaned in for the kiss as well, tilting her head slightly as her eyes closed.

He'd only kissed two girls up to now, and never had they been what could be described as passionate. Polite would have been a more accurate description, for they consisted of a brief touching of lips following awkward dates that were never repeated. Zack was a nice guy, a good friend, but would mean anything more to them.

But this was so different. This kiss involved all of his senses. It wasn't a simple touching of lips, it was so much more. He could smell the faint scent of perfume, could taste the lingering sweetness upon her silky mouth, could feel the tips of her breasts brushing against his chest, and for the first time he could see what it was like to be with a girl that saw him as a real guy -- not a nice guy, or a good friend.

[Lois]

The kiss became something more. Drawing her closer to him, her breasts compressed against his chest. His right hand dropped the spatula and he grasped the back of her neck, pressing his lips harder upon hers. Lips parted, their tongues extended, entwining in a kiss the likes of which Zack had never before known.

He had no idea how long it lasted but by the time the kissing ended, he had a boner that was throbbing against the front of his jeans. His heart was pounding as hard as it had been when the alarm went off. Zack was already falling for this mystery girl and desperately hoping she wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

"I think everything is pretty much done," he announced after their embrace ended. "Can you hand me a couple of plates?"

She did, and he filled them. They carried them to the front of the restaurant and settled down at the booth she'd earlier vacated. He sat down first, wondering where Caria might sit. He was slightly impressed when she chose to sit beside him instead of across the table.

"Even armed to the teeth you seem nervous," Caria was quick to point out.

Zack wasn't sure what to say and so he spoke from the heart. "I've been hurt by girls before. I... You seem different, though."

Caria moved closer, resting her chin on his closest shoulder. "You're not going to drop a load, are you?"

He grinned. "Not the stinky brown kind anyway."

And once again a hearty round of laughter followed, perhaps more than the moment called for. It included a release of tension that they both felt, a release of the fear that had been such a big part of their new lives, as well as a celebration of life that still held promise.

After eating they didn't rush to leave. Instead they stood side by side at the kitchen sink as she washed and he dried the plates and utensils they'd used. She was the one who suggested that they clean up and he was open to any excuse he could find to stay with her.

They talked until everything was cleaned up, and then returned to the booth they'd sat at earlier to talk about their old life. She was a popular girl at school, very involved in many activities including cheerleading. Caria was eighteen and would've soon been graduating if not for the virus.

Zack admitted that he was quite the opposite. He was unpopular in high school, had no luck with girls, was more of a computer nerd who only worked at school enough to maintain decent grades and graduate. He only attended college to get his parents off his back, and again only worked as hard as needed to maintain acceptable grades. His true passion was for games, and, more recently, zombie games.

Caria could sense his growing apprehension when the time passed by so quickly that they'd failed to notice how late it had gotten. The sun was already setting and darkness was shrouding the town beyond the windows. She could see his eyes searching the night, but for what?

"I am so glad that I met you today, Zack," she declared as she tried to distract him. This was followed by a kiss on the lips.

Brimming with new confidence he offered, "And I'm so glad I didn't have to kill you, Caria. Would you like to play a few games with me?"

"The zombie-killing kind?"

* * * * *


"This is cozy," was Caria's initial reaction as she checked out his room. Watching with amusement as he barricaded the door she told him, "That's really not necessary, you know."

Zack winced and hesitated, as if considering removing the board before deciding against this. He looked over at her and admitted a little guiltily, "It makes me feel safer."

Caria understood and immediately felt badly for having said anything. "That's okay, leave it."

Sitting down side by side on the bed he got the game going. After setting up a profile for her they played on a split screen. He gave her a brief overview of what buttons did what before starting game play.

"This is addicting," she admitted as she caught on.

"Don't shoot that car, it'll set off an alarm," he cautioned her as their characters entered a parking lot.

But as they killed off zombies one by one, she accidentally shot the car. Caria jumped when the alarm went off, followed by a growing roar that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

"What's that?" she asked.

All Zack told her was, "Trouble. Big trouble."

Three hours later they'd battled through several levels. Placing the controller down she used the adjacent bathroom to pee, and then announced that as fun as playing games had been, she was getting tired. Zack concurred.

"My parent's bedroom is across the hall," he hesitantly offered, his confidence faltering as he felt at a loss as to what else to suggest.

Her eyes widened. "Are you kidding me? That game totally creeped me out. No wonder why you're scared of zombies. I just played for a couple hours, but you've been playing for days."

"I'm not scared," he was quick to point out. "I'm just careful."

She made a point of walking over to the door and double-checking the barricade before turning to face him. "Well, I'm scared. And since this is where the guns are, this is where I'm staying. The bed's small, but if you don't mind sharing..."

"No, it's totally alright, I don't mind at all!" Zack exclaimed, perhaps showing more eagerness than he should have under the circumstances. "I'm not like those men. You can trust me."

As her full lips widened, she briefly giggled. "You're cute. And I know I can, otherwise I wouldn't be here." On second thought she added, "But, just in case you get any ideas, I keep my gun very close. And I'm a light sleeper."

Zack grinned, not quite sure if she was joking or being serious. He preferred to think she was just teasing him, as she seemed to enjoy doing. "I'll keep that in mind."

What she did next was the last thing he expected and left him in a state of shock, similar to when she'd drawn down on him at the convenience store earlier. Acting as if nothing could be anything more natural, she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it off, baring her body from the waist up.

He stood there, jaw dropped with mouth agape, as his eyes openly stared at the nicest set of tits he'd ever seen in person. It was also the only set, up to this point in his life. They were very firm and stood upright, tipped with light pink nipples that thrust out toward him.

Caria made a point of not taking notice of his reaction, although she found it difficult to suppress the laughter that wanted to surface. Allowing him a few seconds to enjoy his first view of her boobs, she next kicked off her shoes and bent down to remove the jeans. Clad only in panties and socks, she quickly made the bed before crawling under the covers, settling down on the left side where the mattress was flush against one wall.

Once he recovered Zack mentioned, "You forgot your gun."

She grinned before pulling her right arm out from under the covers, the revolver in her hand. "In this day and age a cute girl has to be a clever one too."

He shook his head in disbelief, quickly finding her to be full of surprises. Following her lead he undressed down to his undershorts, turned off the overhead lamp, and joined her. A nightlight provided dim illumination that was comforting.

"Good night, Zack."

"Good night, Caria. Sweet dreams."

She giggled while playfully slapping his closest arm. "Yeah, filled with zombies, thanks to you."

Zack couldn't sleep. He'd only agreed to because she wanted to. He'd gotten used to playing games late into the night and sleeping in until mid-morning. His mind was still reeling from all of the new information she'd given him to think over. Everything was all so different than he'd imagined that he was left wondering what to do next.

When he heard her rhythmic sleep-breathing, he rolled over onto his left side facing away from her. He was on the very edge of the bed to give her as much room as he could, out of respect.

Caria was all he could think of, and a fantasy quickly formed. Lowering the front of his underpants, he stroked his stiffening cock until it was fully erect. Reaching his right hand down, he retrieved a rag tucked under the mattress and used it as he began masturbating as quietly as possible.

At one point her body rolled over with her front against his back and he could feel her bare tits pressing against his bare skin. This made his cock even harder. He stopped touching himself until he thought she was probably sleeping again before resuming the gentle stroking, being cautious not to wake her. If she did she'd probably think he was a pervert, and who knew what would happen then?

"I don't mind helping," she softly whispered.

Zack instantly froze, pretending not to have heard what he'd just heard. It was met with quiet giggling.

"Come on, let me help you out," she repeated the offer.

Zack was so scared that he remained silent, hoping she might leave him be. He couldn't begin to comprehend what she was even talking about until he felt the covers shifting, an arm reaching over his waist, soft fingers pushing the hand on his cock away to replace it with her own.

"Don't be embarrassed, everyone does this," Caria gently explained as her soft fingers wrapped around his shaft. "Wow, you sure are hard. I haven't touched a guy in a while. Tell me how you like it if I'm not doing it right."

He could feel his face turning hot with embarrassment as he helplessly laid there, her hand slowly sliding forward and back along his throbbing hardness. His silence soon changed into soft moans, his hips making slight thrusting motions of their own accord as his arousal intensified.

"The rag," he frantically spoke up.

Caria quietly laughed. "I've got an even better idea." And with that she slipped her panties off, placing the warm crotch of thin cotton fabric over the smooth head.

Feeling playful, she extended her right leg over his, dragging the pubic hairs of her bare pussy over his right hip. At the same time she nibbled on the back of his neck. She could tell from his frenzied motions that he was getting closer. Stroking him faster and harder, his heavy breaths sounded.

A minute or two later Caria felt his body stiffen and start twitching. His powerful ejaculations began squirting into the panties as he erupted. Thick, warm cum soaked the cotton as his body jerked in orgasm. She maintained the fondling until he gently pushed her hand away and dropped the cum-stained panties over the side and onto the floor.

Afterwards she requested, "Hold me."

Zack turned to face her and pulled her nude body against his. This time, savoring the soft warmth of her in his arms, he could finally sleep.

When Zack woke up the next morning their limbs were entwined and the sun was shining brightly. The sheet and blanket were off of their legs but still covered their midsections.

"Good morning," she softly purred.

He responded, "Morning."

Sensing his hesitancy Caria offered, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you last night. I hadn't meant to... I just wanted to help you out."

Zack heavily sighed. "It turned out okay."

"Just okay?" she challenged.

He couldn't suppress a smile. "It was nice."

After a period of silence she changed the subject by announcing, "I really need a shower."

Zack invited, "Help yourself."

"Shower with me?"

He wasn't prepared for the question and so his answer was delayed. "Uh... yeah, sure, I guess."

Caria hesitated. "You don't have to if you don't want."

Zack was beginning to understand that he'd managed to find himself a very special girl. Opening his eyes to find hers, he gazed into those piercing blue orbs before lightly kissing her lips. "Believe me, I want to. This is all just so new to me."

She grinned her understanding. "Get it started, I'll be there in a minute."

He moved to a sitting position on the bed, stretched his limbs, then stood and walked into the adjacent bathroom. Caria watched him from the warmth of the covers as he bent over and got the water going.

"It's ready," he announced while looking at her, anticipating seeing her nude body for the first time.

"Go ahead. I'll join you in a second."

"Oh, now all of a sudden you're being modest? Whatever!"

She stuck her tongue out at him playfully after sitting up, holding the blanket up to cover her breasts. When he continued standing there, gawking, she flashed him an angry glare and shooed him away with her right hand. Zack relented and disappeared, stepping into the shower after removing his undershorts.

Once she heard the shower curtain being pulled closed she got up, slowly approached the bathroom and, seeing his silhouette inside, joined him.

"The water feels great!" she exclaimed, excitement evident in her voice.

"When was your last one?" he wondered aloud.

"Three days ago," she answered before dipping her head under the hot stream to wet her long, dark hair. "At a truck stop. This is glorious!"

Zack took it upon himself to grab his strawberry-scented shampoo, squeeze a generous amount onto one palm, and return the bottle to the shoulder-high window ledge. He began working the shampoo into her hair, massaging her scalp at the same time.

"You don't know how good this feels Zack, thanks so much."

His strong fingers kept working the shampoo until it formed a thick lather within the dark strands. He gave her head and neck a good rub as well while trying to forget that a beautiful eighteen year-old girl was standing, naked, in the same shower he was standing in. Despite his best efforts to focus on the task he'd volunteered to do, this could not keep his cock from reacting to her arousing presence.

"Rinse," he instructed, and stepped aside to allow her full access to the showerhead.

A few moments later her head raised and eyes opened. She turned to face him. Zack couldn't help but to allow his eyes to scan her glistening wet front from head to crotch, taking his sweet time to fully savor the view of her firm tits, the stiffened light pink tips, her flat tummy, and the narrow patch of trimmed dark curls on her pubic mound.

Caria also took advantage of this opportunity to check him out. He was slender, not particularly muscular, but he did have a hint of a six-pack and his cock was already beginning to harden. Cute, she thought to herself. Not bad, especially in light of the considerably fewer choices thanks to the infection that had killed off so many.

Placing her arms loosely over his shoulders she gazed into his brown eyes, smiling at him very suggestively. "Aren't you going to wash the rest of me?"

His confidence building, Zack responded, "What makes you think I'm finished?"

Making a show of grabbing a bar of soap, he moved both hands around it and rubbed until his hands were lathered up. He started at her shoulders, washing the smooth arms next before moving to her upper chest. The thought of getting a chance to touch her gorgeous tits made his cock swell to its full size and throb against her lower belly. She giggled when she felt it stabbing into her, delighting in the feel of its rigidity.

Lathering his hands again, he cupped her perky breasts and started washing them, rubbing his fingers over the soft flesh and hardened nipples. His hands lingered there much longer than was necessary as he got his first feel of a woman's body. Next his hands moved down over her flat belly, shifting closer to her crotch.

Using her left hand to hold onto the window ledge, her right grasped the pipe just behind the showerhead for support as she lifted and placed her left leg on the tub's top edge. This left her standing in place with her thighs widened to allow him better access to wash her most private area.

When he appeared to hesitate a smile formed on her lips. "You've never touched a girl before, have you?"

"No," he admitted, realizing his lack of experience must be obvious to her. "You've touched guys though, right? I'm twenty, you're eighteen. So why are you the experienced one here?"

"Because... just a few days after my eighteenth birthday, my boyfriend talked me into having sex with him. I really loved it," she revealed, something she'd told very few people about. "This lasted for several months, until..."

"I get it," he said as he reached for the soap and worked it into more lather.

Feeling his stomach tightening with growing nervousness Zack reached his right hand down between her legs, fingers at first feeling the rise of her pubic mound, the soft curls of hair, and then the smooth, warm folds of her labia. Caria's body stiffened and a moan sounded as he began rubbing the soapy fingers back and forth along her pussy.

A few moments later he pushed the tip of one finger into the slit, quickly locating the hard bud of flesh that was her clit. The breath caught in her throat when he made direct contact with and gently massaged the tiny nub.

"You know where to touch a girl," Caria whispered with a sigh.

"I'm inexperienced, not naïve."

Her smile widened as her eyes closed. "I can see that."

Using the knowledge he'd gained from reading erotic stories from the web and drawing upon the nude imagery he'd viewed over the past two years, Zack did the best he could to arouse this amazing young woman. Listening to her moans for direction, his index finger maintained the caressing of her clit, feeling her body shuddering as his stiff cock throbbed against her belly.

Sliding the finger down her slit he felt for the opening and gently worked the finger inside, pushing it as deep as it could reach. While continuing to hold on, her body started rocking up and down, fucking the finger as much as he was fucking her hot, juicy cunt. Zack could only imagine what it would feel like when he got his cock inside of her.

With his finger now all slick with her leaking nectar, he moved it back up to the ignored nub. He resumed rubbing on the sensitized area, this time grasping the back of her neck with his free hand while leaning in to kiss her. Caria's lips parted and their tongues hungrily entwined.

As her arousal heightened her mouth backed away, eyes opening to gaze into his. "Love me zombie hunter... make me feel alive."

Their passionate kissing resumed. Zack removed his hand from her pussy and gripped his rigid shaft, blindly leaning into her while anxiously trying to locate the opening with his cock. After sliding his hardness into the wet valley he felt for the entrance his finger had previously found. With the rounded tip resting at the portal to pleasure his hands grabbed her slender hips.

Energized by his building excitement, his hips thrust upward into her center. The lubricated walls separated and allowed his penetrations, her flesh snugly tightening around his throbbing shaft. It took several strokes before she fully engulfed his length.

"Oh Zack, you feel wonderful," she purred in a soft whisper.

"Ohhh," he released a long sigh of delight as he sampled his first woman, hesitating as he filled her with all he had, cock pulsating within her as she did around him.

Caria smiled. "Feels pretty good, huh?"

"Hell yeah!"

While holding her waist to maintain his balance, he pulled halfway out before plunging back into her juicy, heated depths. Zack's rapidly intensifying excitement quickly had him fucking her fast and hard. He rammed the throbbing shaft in and out of her pussy, taking great pleasure from this new experience.

Their hearts raced, breathing heavily, gasps and moans surrounding them as the stream of water cascaded down over their skin. It wasn't long, maybe a minute, before Zack felt his balls drawing tightly against the base of his cock. He knew what this meant as he felt a rush of tingling delight and pressure building in his lower abdomen; the all-too familiar signs of release.

He didn't want this to end so quickly, and his heart was heavy as he realized this was as good as it would get their first time together. Zack wanted to feel her body joining his in ecstasy, but Caria wasn't that far along yet. Trying to delay the inevitable Zack did all he could, but seconds later he felt the incredible sensations of climax surging through his balls.

[Lois]

"Uh!" he grunted aloud as his ejaculations commenced.

Using short, quick motions, each up-stroke ended with a brief explosion of cum. This went on for a couple of seconds as his balls were emptied into her aching sex. He rammed into her fast and hard, nearly lifting Caria off of her feet as he delighted in the pleasure her gave was giving his, until the orgasm passed.

As his body relaxed her closed eyes opened and she smiled at him lovingly. "How was your first time?"

Her left leg returned to the bottom of the tub and her hands relinquished their hold as he tried to put into words everything that was running through his mind. "Great... fantastic... you pick the word, I can't think of one that can explain how awesome that was!"

Her arms coiled around his neck and she kissed his mouth gently. Leaning her head back she gazed into his eyes. "Awesome works pretty good for me."

He grinned. "Then awesome it is. I can't wait until we can try it again. You... you didn't, did you? I wanted for you to, really."

"Most guys do," Caria responded. "Don't worry. A lot of women don't, not every time. That's why we fake it sometimes. But that doesn't mean it didn't feel good." Her lithe body shuddered. "I think we're running low on hot water."

After rinsing the leaking semen from between her thighs, they stepped out and helped to dry one another. Instead of dressing and going out scavenging, which was what Zack originally had in mind, Caria changed his plan with a word.

As they left the bathroom she offered a sexy grin and suggested, "Bed?"

There was no way he was about to deny this vixen of love anything. They snuggled under the covers, kissing and petting the day away until his cock was hard. The second time they made love his cock was still rigid when he felt her orgasm take hold, which was another new experience for Zack.