Apocalypse Wow, Pt. 14

Like all the other students of the Network, he learned in school how, before the First Day, homes were usually confined to single nuclear family units, and in moments like that one, sitting around the table with a dozen others, of all ages, some of whom he shared blood with, some he didn't, he found it hard to imagine how it had ever worked any other way. He knew he could have eaten dinner in any home in Haven that night, any home in the Network most likely, and he still would have felt the pride and encouragement spilling out of everyone at the table in his direction.

So he was smiling broadly as he made his way down the street, a little later than he'd planned, and, as he walked and his thoughts turned to his rendezvous with Bonnie, his smile only broadened.

The Free House wasn't far from the Training Centre. It was almost always unmanned, it never needed to be. The booking system was just a simple sign-up sheet at the front door and there were closets in the foyer with fresh bed linens and cleaning materials, maintained on a rotating basis by each house in the community, for use after you were finished with your booked room.

He double checked the sheet on his way in and saw that Bonnie had already signed for replacement bed linens, so there was definitely some pep in his step as he climbed the stairs and he was almost giddy as he knocked on the door before opening it gently.

"Bonnie...?"

"Hey," was all she said but Luke didn't really hear her. She was laying in the center of the bed against the far wall from where he stood, so he had a clear view of her, most of her anyway. Whatever she was wearing, and Luke really had no idea what it was, didn't cover much. It was a lacy, purple garment adorned with patterns and a surprising number of straps, to Luke's eyes. Her feet were planted on the bed, her knees spread wide apart and Luke could see her legs covered with long, sheer stockings up to her thighs, connected to the rest of the garment with yet more straps. He couldn't remember ever seeing anything, anyone as sexy, as erotic, in his entire life and he was, simply, struck dumb.

"Cat got your tongue?" Bonnie said eventually as Luke stared, literally open mouthed, his eyes unsure where to focus such was the visual feast Bonnie's entire body presented. He didn't notice her smile as she recognized clearly the positive effect her surprise was having.

"Fuck... Bee..." he managed finally. "I... I... jesus..."

"You like?"

"Like...? Bonnie... I... you're the most incredible... the most beautiful thing I've ever seen..."

Bonnie's smile widened as she slowly slid herself off the bed, with Luke apparently unable to move from just inside the door.

"Thanks... I... Lou Brown was here today. I asked my mom to ask her to keep an eye out for something like this, from the Scouting Teams and... good timing I guess!"

Luke knew that Bonnie's mother Chloe had been in a relationship with the CS for years but he'd never expected that link to be of such benefit to him as it evidently was now.

As Bonnie moved closer to him, he really saw her face for the first time since he'd entered the room, saw her looking a little shyly at him, and he wondered how, when she looked like this, like a goddess, how she could possibly be even a little bit unsure of herself.

So he stepped towards her, unsure of what he wanted to say, of how to communicate how she made him feel. A strand of her curly blond hair slipped across her face and he reached for it instinctively, pushing it behind her ear as she looked expectantly up at him.

Seeing that look in her eyes made it simple. Understanding that there was really no need to say anything, he simply kissed her, just as he had done in the stable that afternoon, long and deep, his arms wrapping around her, feeling her body being pressed against him.

"Hmm... wow..." Bonnie murmured as Luke pulled softly away, her tongue running across her lips, as his hands gave in to their urge to run slowly over her soft skin.

He felt Bonnie reach for his t-shirt and managed to take his hands off her long enough to lift them over his head so he could take it off and he kissed her softly again as she went to work on his shorts and he couldn't avoid groaning into her mouth as he felt them slide down and her hand start rubbing gently along his hardening cock through his boxers.

"So," Bonnie said softly, sliding her hand inside the waistband of his boxers, "did Jenna give you any, like, specific things to work on or..."

"Not really," Luke said, smiling at the nonchalance of their conversation despite how overwhelmingly aroused he was, "but there's... there's definitely a few things I think I could do with brushing up," he went on, allowing his hand to slide slowly along Bonnie's body until it rested on her pussy.

"Oh...," she whispered, as with his other hand, Luke encouraged her to turn around so she had her back resting against him, "I see... well... I think I could get on board with that."

As he rubbed her gently, Luke didn't resist his urge to follow Jenna's advice to 'do what feels right', and he kissed and nibbled on Bonnie's neck while allowing his other so slide over the firm mound of her breast, reveling in the feel its heft, and the soft, velvety texture of the lace fabric under his fingers. As he felt Bonnie's breath deepen and heard her moan, just softly, lightly, he felt his confidence surge.

He thought back to their first time, when they'd simply gotten carried away with each other beneath the large oak that had been a place of refuge for both of them since childhood, just on the wrong side of the fence. Although no one had seen a red-eye or a Daughter of Destiny in years, it was still strictly forbidden to be outside the fence without a weapon and, as he and Bonnie now edged their way closer to the large, comfortable bed, he remembered grappling awkwardly with the holster and the gun he'd wore that night as they'd fumbled with each other's clothes, overcome with desire, preparing to give in to their urges without having decided to in advance.

And he was smiling at that memory as Bonnie turned slowly to face him, to kiss him hungrily, before she slid herself back onto the bed, settling herself among the pillows at its head and smiling at him. For a moment, he stood and looked at her again, taking in the exquisite image of her body as she lay there, and he smiled back at her, before sliding his boxers to the ground and climbing slowly onto the bed, crawling towards her.

She spread her legs, planting her feet on the bed and bending her knees as he made his way towards her. As he ran his fingers up along her legs, he shuddered just a little as he felt the soft, sheer fabric under his fingers, and he felt Bonnie shudder just a little too as he planted soft kisses there on his way.

He let his hand find its way to her pussy again as he crawled up along her body so he could kiss her, felt her hips press against him as his fingers came into contact with the heat and moisture already emanating profusely from her center.

"Hmmm... so... what... what exactly are you going to do to me...?" she said softly, as her hips continued to press and roll against his touch.

"Well... I... I thought maybe, if you're OK with it, I thought I might... kiss you, a little bit... down there."

"Wow, OK, sure," Bonnie replied, and he could see the excited anticipation in her eyes as he kissed her again.

As his mind moved to the practicalities of what he wanted to do, he glanced down along her body, to where his hand continued to rub her over her lacy panties, and an obvious challenge presented itself as he couldn't see any immediate way to get them off.

"Um... we're gonna... I mean... how...?" he said and he felt Bonnie's body shake as she laughed, pulling his head back to hers so she could feel his mouth on hers again.

"We have to undo the straps first, on the garter," she said, surely knowing that Luke had no idea what a garter was. "Here, let me..." she went on, making to move so she could unclip the straps but Luke stayed her with a gentle hand.

"Wait... can I... I'd like to do it," he said as she lay back again, smiling at him and he felt an odd moment pass between them as their eyes met. "I... you're so amazing Bonnie... I... I want to do it... I want to do everything for you..."

He saw the usual warm, tender smile fall from her face and there was hunger and urgency in her hand as she pulled his head back to her and there was even more hunger and urgency in her mouth as she kissed him eagerly, passionately. He shifted his hand as their mouths played together, sliding himself under the fabric of her panties, and he felt Bonnie groan into his mouth as he moved his fingers over the bare, wet heat of her pussy.

And there was more hunger and urgency in her flush face as she pulled his head back.

"Luke," she said, her eyes boring in to his.

"Yeah..."

"Hurry the fuck up."

He couldn't help a gentle chuckle and he kissed her quickly and softly again. Jenna's words, 'do what feels right' replayed themselves in his head again and, somehow, he managed to resist the urge to move quickly.

So he moved slowly, methodically on his way down along Bonnie's body. As his kissed her neck, her chest, he could feel her breathing get deeper, heavier. He slid his hand around to her thigh, hoping the mechanism on the clasp of the strap wouldn't be too challenging and he felt a little rush of happiness as he was able to manipulate it straightforwardly with his fingers without having to take his mouth away from its ongoing duties, and felt the first one fall loose and free without any difficulty. So he moved on to the next strap as he kept kissing, kissed the tops of her breasts as they pushed against the light lace fabric with the heave of her deep breathing, kissed the soft skin of her bare abdomen. As he remembered doing with Jenna earlier in the day, it seemed natural to glance back up to Bonnie's face, to try to read her reactions to what he was doing. He saw her eyes were closed, her head settled back against the pillows and, as he saw her lick her lips eagerly, he carried on.

By the time he'd reached his target, he'd managed to dispense with the remaining straps. He kissed her again softly, just above her mound where he noted a soft strip of blond hair poked from her panties and he smiled as he leaned back a little, kissing her thighs as he wrapped his hands inside the waistband.

He felt Bonnie shift her ass eagerly to assist him as he pulled gently and she was just as eager to raise her legs into the air as he slid her panties along them and, finally, over her feet. He leaned her legs against his chest as he did so and, as he moved down again, took the time to kiss his way along them before lowering them gently either side of him.

As he looked down at her flushed face again, he felt a surge of arousal, felt his cock lurch just a little bit. He remembered again the dark fumbling of their first time together and was glad they could be together like this now, that he could see her fully, properly, in all her glory. Something in her eyes told him she was nervous and he was able to note that it was a little odd that he didn't feel anything like that himself. But when he saw her lower lip bend inward slowly, saw her teeth run across it just as slowly, he couldn't help but groan and decided quickly that he'd taken long enough.

For her part, Bonnie definitely was nervous. It wasn't that she expected what Luke was about to do to her to be unpleasant, though she really had no frame of reference in her own experience. The vast majority of the girls she'd talked to about it gave generally positive reviews of having their pussies eaten, although it seemed the positive effects depended a great deal on the relative skills of the eater. Still, it wasn't hard for her to recognize that, although Luke wasn't the only guy she'd kissed or the only guy she'd touched, or allowed to touch her, he was the first, the only guy she'd allowed inside her. And he was the only guy, in that moment, she wanted to be part of her first experience of this.

As she watched Luke lower himself between her legs, she didn't hesitate to separate them for him, opening herself up to him. Her mind went back to that first time, in the dark, under that oak. There had been plenty of other stuff in the weeks and months before, plenty of making-out, plenty of touching. She'd even gotten him off with her hand a few times. She remembered the urgency she'd felt that night, the need she couldn't explain. And she remembered the pain as he'd pushed himself inside her, the fear in his eyes when he'd seen her wince. She remembered her determination to see it through, his reluctance to move despite her gentle encouragement. And it all seemed a million miles from where they were now. She knew she'd been incredibly turned on that night, knew she wouldn't have allowed it to happen if she hadn't been, but this was something different. It felt like her mind had turned to liquid. She was almost uncomfortably aroused. She could feel how wet she was and her whole body felt hot, to the point that it reminded her of having a fever.

So she couldn't help wondering if this was what it was meant to feel like. She'd made herself cum more than once, plenty more, but it had never felt like this, never felt like her body was almost telling her something was wrong.

But, she decided ultimately, it must be right. Because despite the odd, foggy feeling in her brain, her body seemed to know what it wanted and she felt her legs push themselves further apart as Luke's head lowered inexorably towards her and her hips pushed themselves closer to him, entirely of their own volition and without any conscious input from her brain.

So as Luke settled beneath her, his body more or less prone on the bed between her legs, and he looked up at her, a gentle question in his eyes, she didn't hesitate to nod eagerly. She bit her bottom lip hard, as if anticipating some shock, some impact, but the touch of his mouth on her pussy when it finally happened was so soft, so gentle that when she released the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, it came out as a long, slow, moan.

When Luke heard that moan it took a great deal of conscious effort not to lose control. He felt his cock twitch underneath him where it was pressed into the bed and he closed his eyes to concentrate, trying to go back to his lesson with Jenna earlier in the day, to remember the things he'd done that she'd responded to the most.

He breathed in deeply as he ran his tongue along Bonnie's slit and her taste, her scent made his head swim. He thought about the language people used to describe what he was doing, eating pussy, and decided it was incredibly appropriate. If Bonnie's pussy had been a meal, he'd have devoured it in seconds and then licked the plate clean. No food was this good or could ever be.

So he abandoned the slow pace that had felt so right as he'd built up to where he was now and, still obeying Jenna's advice, he did devour Bonnie. Much more quickly that he had that morning with Jenna, he moved his mouth over Bonnie's clit. Instantly, he felt her body shift, her hips pressing hard against him. Her breathing started to come in rapid gasps and he felt her hands dig into the bed, felt the sheets crumple and pull as she gripped them hard.

In her mind, the movement to grab on to the bed felt a little odd to Bonnie. It almost felt like she was falling, that if she didn't grab onto something, anything, she would lose herself. She struggled to control her breathing as she whimpered and moaned and she had the strange feeling of wanting to tell Luke to stop and wanting to tell him to never stop at the same time.

As he felt her body respond, Luke redoubled his efforts as he lapped at Bonnie eagerly, hungrily. He alternated the speed and shape of his movement as he felt her writhe beneath him. He could feel her building towards the crescendo and despite his experience with Jenna that morning, he was still caught off guard by the strength of it when it happened.

He had to move quickly to be able to keep his mouth in place as Bonnie's hips heaved against him, her back arching up off the bed, her legs pressing in against his head. Long, loud, wordless syllables of pleasure streamed from her mouth and still he kept going, kept going until she physically heaved him off her.

Her body curled up and turned away from him and, for a moment, he feared he'd gone too far. He could see the muscles of her body flutter and spasm as she rolled again, her legs pressing together and writhing, seemingly with little control over her movement.

He moved up the bed to be next to her. He wanted to take her in his arms and was afraid to touch her at the same time. As it was, it was Bonnie who grabbed him, wrapping her hand tightly around his arm, as if for support, as her writhing body slowly calmed.

"Fuck... fuck... jesus... fuck..." she whispered, as she slowly settled onto her back. Luke leaned over her, about to ask if she was OK, but he didn't get the chance. He was conscious that his mouth and face were covered in her cum but that didn't seem to bother Bonnie as she pulled him to her hard with a rough hand behind his head.

Their kiss was long and deep and, Luke thought, needy. He could feel her groan into his mouth and he didn't resist the urge to finally wrap his arms around her and felt Bonnie do the same, felt her legs wrap around him too.

Even as she released him from her mouth's grip, Bonnie was reluctant to let him go. She felt a need for him that she'd never felt about anything before, like if she didn't have him on her, in her, something terrible would happen, like water to person dying of thirst. She struggled to think rationally, struggled to make sense of what had just happened. She almost couldn't believe that her body should be capable of it and she felt an irrepressible need to find out if it was a repeatable phenomenon.

"Are you... are you OK?" she heard him ask finally and couldn't help but laugh. She took his head in her hands and kissed him, gently this time.

"Yeah but... I think... I think... um," she said, still a little breathless as her muscles continued to tick and spasm, "I think you should probably practice a little more... you know... just to be sure you've got it..."

Luke smiled as he kissed her again and didn't hesitate to resume his position between her legs.

He found she was incredibly sensitive now, to the point where the same all out focus on her clit was out of the question. So his second effort was slower, gentler. He brought his hand up and felt her grunt as he pressed his finger inside her. Even still, she came even faster the second time, although the explosiveness of her first wasn't repeated. And he kept going until she came again, and again.

Even though he felt almost painfully hard, to the point where the urge to be inside her was barely repressible, the sights and sounds and tastes of her pleasure were just too much to escape.

As it was, it was Bonnie who finally insisted after he'd had his mouth between her legs for nearly an hour.

"Please Luke...," she said softly. Her eyes were glazed and her face was a flushed mask of sweat, her blond curls sticking to her forehead. "I don't care how you do it, but you have to fuck me now."

Quite apart from the very real, very strong desire to feel him inside her, Bonnie also felt that she just couldn't take any more or his mouth on her. She felt so sensitive that almost any touch of his mouth on her clit made her whole body lurch and while she'd told him that she didn't care how he did it, what she really wanted was for him to climb up her body, slide himself inside her and fuck her where she lay. She didn't think she'd have the energy for anything else.