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Chapter Four
In the days that followed finding Charlotte, Jason and
Rachel learned that she had been a design engineering major
working towards her Masters Degree at Mississippi State
when the flu took everyone. She had returned home, on the
Coast, to find here family had all perished in the plague.
This news struck Rachel hard as she had assumed that
immunity would have been hereditary and had held out hope
that her sisters and at least their children had survived.
But now she didn't know. Charlotte was a pretty good cook
and took to making dinner every evening. There wasn't much
in the way of work to do so they divided the cooking and
washing between them all. And in the evenings they would
either frolic in the pool out back or curl up on the
couches in the living room to watch one of their ever
growing collection of movies.
Rachel had worried that having another woman in the house
and a genetic woman, at that, would draw some of Jason's
attentions away. And of course she didn't want the girl to
be lonely either. So she had assumed that sooner or later
she was going to have to allow Charlotte into her and
Jason's relationship. She had no doubt that Jason could
handle the duties but the group dynamic was going to be way
different than anything any of them was used to.
Several weeks into her stay Charlotte and Rachel sat at
opposite ends of the couch watching television. The sun had
just gone down and Jason had gone upstairs to take a bath.
Rachel slid her Birkenstocks off and propped her feet up on
the table, the same position as Charlotte, her bright red
polish shining through her pantyhose. She was beginning to
worry about Charlotte. The girl had not expressed any
interest in Jason and after she had talked to him about it
he assured her that he would continue to try although he
wanted to stay with her and Rachel felt the same.
Charlotte reached down and pulled Rachel's feet into her
lap, causing her dress to ride up over her thighs. As she
started to smooth it down when Charlotte said, "Leave it.
You have such long and pretty legs." Charlotte began
massaging Rachel's hose covered soles. Her touch was
wonderful. Rachel could feel her whole body relaxing.
Charlotte began working her way up to her calves and Rachel
could only close her eyes at the wonderful touch of this
woman. It was only when Charlotte moved over on the couch
under her legs and began working on her thighs that it
dawned on her why the young woman had never taken interest
in Jason's advances.
Rachel's eyes popped open and met Charlotte's gaze. She was
unsure of how to proceed. For weeks now she had been
normalizing herself to the fact that she was going to be
sharing Jason with Charlotte and had never considered any
other scenario.
"Charlotte," Rachel began. "I a... I think that maybe we
need to talk about this."
Charlotte pulled her hands from between Rachel's thighs and
looked a bit embarrassed. "I thought..." Charlotte started
and stopped.
"It's okay." Rachel said. "But there're some things that
you need to know before this goes any further."
Rachel took her hands and placed them back where they had
been on her thighs. "I was not always the girl you see
before you now."
"Oh, I know." Charlotte responded. "Jason and I had a long
talk a couple of days ago. It was quite obvious what he was
trying to do and he assured me that he had your support and
I want you to know how much I appreciate it."
"But that's not all of it." Rachel began again.
But Charlotte interceded, "Oh you mean that you're a
Transsexual?"
Rachel guessed her mouth had fallen open because Charlotte
reached out and lifted her chin. "That's fine." She said.
"Jason told me that if he had to share you then it would be
alright with him. You see, I've never been that attracted
to men my self and well, you see, you're actually more my
type than him. And although you don't have all the
equipment that I prefer, I would still like to become
closer to you."
Rachel sat there, not knowing quite what to say. So Jason
had arranged this. And he was probably upstairs right now
fantasizing about what was going on down here! When Rachel
finally gained the ability to speak again she said, "Well,
I think that we could become closer. You're a very
beautiful woman and of course you'll have to be patient
with me as I'm just getting used to a heterosexual
relationship. I have never considered a lesbian one."
Rachel fibbed a little.
"Don't worry," Charlotte replied. "I'll teach you all the
finer points. With that the young woman leaned over and
kissed her, not a sisterly kiss but one of passion and
fire, a lot like the ones she shared with Jason but softer.
Charlotte reached up and slid the straps of Rachel's dress
down her arms, pulling the front of her garment with them.
Rachel's round breasts spilled out over the top of the
material and her nipples were beginning to tingle. As
Charlotte leaned I and took her nipple into her mouth
Rachel inhaled rapidly. The young woman expertly caressed
Rachel's sensitive flesh, with her lips and tongue. Soon
they had moved to the carpeted floor in front of the couch
and were rolling in each others arms. Rachel's dress had
been discarded leaving her in her pantyhose and panties.
Charlotte straddled her stomach and inched forward. Her
musky smell seemed to fill Rachel's being. Charlotte pushed
Rachel's hands above her head and moved up kneeling over
her arms leaving the swollen folds of her wet opening
inches from Rachel's face. Gingerly Rachel reached out with
her tongue and rubbed Charlotte's flower. The young woman's
back arched and a moan escaped her lips. Charlotte
responded by burying her cunt in Rachel's face, grabbing
Rachel by her hair demanding, "Lick me!" Rachel complied
and went about caressing the small bud of her clit and
Charlotte's swollen lips. Several minutes of this produced
a guttural groan from the young woman and Rachel was afraid
that she had hurt her. But Charlotte wasn't hurt she was
just orgasming and her juices flowed over Rachel's face
like a waterfall.
"Again!" Charlotte cried and Rachel went back to her task.
Charlotte had obviously been in need of attention for some
time as their session lasted for hours. When Rachel finally
made her way to bed, Jason was waiting there with a knowing
grin on his face.
"You... you!" Rachel stuttered. "When did you find out?"
Jason leaned up onto his elbows, "A few days ago. I was
doing what I could to come on to her without being too
obvious when she just came out and told me that her
interests were in you rather than me. So we chatted about
things and decided that tonight you two could have the
living room to your selves and I would wait patiently for
you to come to bed and tell me every little sordid detail!"
"Well," Rachel said as she slipped into her gown, "you're
just going to have to coax it out of me! Oh and watch the
tongue, it's been pretty well used tonight already!" Rachel
crawled into bed and curled up beside him as he began the
process of "coaxing it out of her".
The process last well into the night and Rachel was
thinking that she had a pretty good life going on here. But
she was going to have to divide her attentions now between
the two of them and be sure that neither felt left out nor
slighted. Oh, the things that she was having to go through!
Several more weeks went by before Rachel realized that she
was going to have to do something or Charlotte and Jason
were going to fuck her to death. One evening at dinner she
approached them with a plan that she thought may work and
would be able to appease them both.
"You know that I love you both." Rachel began. "But we have
got to work something out. You two are wearing me out. Not
that I'm complaining mind you but three and four times a
day!"
Charlotte chimed in grinning. "I haven't heard you complain
during the process sweetie!"
"But what did you have in mind, Honey?" Jason interjected.
Rachel kicked Jason under the table. "Okay, here's what I
propose, why don't we take turns, one of you per day,
Sunday through Friday and on Saturday, all day, you can
both do whatever you like. And since I spent the night,
Wednesday, with you, Jason, today would start Charlottes
turn."
"Oh I see," Jason feigned hurt, "tonight you'll be with
Charlotte but I get you back tomorrow and Saturday is sex
slave day!"
"Well," Rachel replied, "That's not exactly what I had in
mind but I'll compromise and Saturday you two can have me
what ever way you like."
"Of course," Charlotte said, "we'll have to dress you for
the role and I really need to go to Mobile for a road trip
to pick up some things. There's a little shop just west of
Mobile on I-10 that pretty much has everything I need."
"Why don't you girls take the Harleys, tomorrow." Jason
suggested. "It could be like a girl's day out. I've got to
take the eighteen wheeler to Pascagoula and refill it with
diesel from the refinery. It's lasted us a pretty long
while"
It was agreed. All of them thought the plan was pretty well
thought out and Rachel hadn't gotten as much resistance to
the idea as she thought she might. She didn't know whether
to worry or not. Rachel and Charlotte retired for the
evening and replayed the passionate scene that they had
experienced in the living room weeks earlier. They fell
asleep in each others arms, curled around one another in a
tight ball.
Charlotte choked as the man in black leather pulled at the
leash attached to the collar around her neck. He stared at
her cruelly, the scar under his white left eye burning into
her. The ropes bit into her ankles and thighs keeping her
from straightening her legs forcing her to crawl like a dog
behind him. The handcuffs on her wrists didn't allow her to
move fast enough to keep up so she was dragged several
feet, on the tile mall floor, before the man would stop and
let her breathe. She still felt the pain between her thighs
and cheeks where he and his friends had raped her
repeatedly for three long days. She begged him to kill her
and as his swing came down black was all she saw.
Charlotte woke screaming and trying to get away from the
man and his cruelty. It was several moments before she
realized that it was Rachel trying to hold and comfort her.
Rachel rocked with her as she whimpered and slowly fell
back to sleep in her arms. She continued to hold her
through the night and soothed her restless sleep by gently
rubbing her hair and back.
As the sunlight filtered through the bedroom window,
Charlotte had just fallen into a resting slumber. Rachel
slid from the bed as to not disturb her and walked down the
stairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, oatmeal. Since
the power had failed everywhere meats and eggs were out of
the question. What she wouldn't have given for some old
fashioned thick sliced bacon. Her mouth still watering, she
placed the pot on the stove and turned it on. She was going
to have to ask Jason about finding some chickens and pigs.
Jason appeared at the kitchen entranceway. "How was your
night?" He asked innocently.
"Oh, Baby." Rachel replied. "That poor girl must've been
through some kind of wringer before we found her."
A puzzled look formed on Jason's face. "Why, what
happened?"
Rachel explained the events of the evening after their
lovemaking and how the loud sounds they had heard
previously, from the other end of the house and mistaken
for sounds of pleasure were something else entirely.
Jason came into the kitchen. "What do we do for her?"
"I don't know if there's anything that we can do for her,"
Rachel replied, "except be here for her and give her the
support and love she needs."
About a half an hour later Charlotte bounced into the
kitchen. "What's for breakfast?" She asked. "Oh, I love
oatmeal!" and took several spoonfuls in her bowl to the
table. Looking over at Rachel she grinned. "Today is girl's
day out!" She seemed barely able to contain herself with no
signs of last evening's nightmares.
Later that morning Jason stood on the patio cautioning them
to be careful and to watch out for one another. The girls
assured him that they would and after donning their day
packs they fired the bikes and headed off down the drive.
In her mirror, Rachel watched the ribbon of asphalt that
was I-10 unroll behind her. The grass had started
overtaking the roadway now and she and Charlotte were
careful as to their speed not wanting to see some wild
animal dash out too late. After about an hour of riding
Charlotte motioned her off to and exit and onto an access
road just south of the interstate. The metal building that
they stopped in front of was of course an adult toy store.
Rachel looked wide eyed at Charlotte who just grinned back
at her.
The store of course like everything else was locked but
they had remembered to bring their master key pry bar with
them and with a little work managed to pop the door open.
The inside was dark and huge almost together they turned on
their flashlights and Rachel had never before in her life
seen so many latex phalluses in one place. The store was
about eighty by eighty feet and on every space but where
the checkout stand was in front was row after row of dildos
and toys. Slowly they made their way around the wall.
Occasionally Charlotte would pick up an item and toss it in
her pack. When the reached to larger sizes she began taking
the ones she liked from the wall and showing them to Rachel
for approval. The one that she had picked out so far were
well within her limits she thought. They reached a section
of grotesquely huge toys and when Charlotte picked one of
the lesser ones up Rachel shook her head. As Rachel panned
the room, Charlotte slipped it in her pack anyway. Further
down the back wall and all around the next corner was every
make and fashion of restraint someone could've dreamed of.
With her pack full, Charlotte began stuffing Rachel's with
at least one if not two or three of everything. When
Charlotte gasped Rachel thought something was wrong but
when she realized that the reason for her gasp was the
display of strap on harnesses, she couldn't help but
giggle.
"Oh, we'll have you giggling Saturday." Charlotte told her
grinning as she continued to stuff selections into Rachel's
pack.
The girls made their way through the store and Rachel
thought they had nearly gotten one of everything from the
weight of her pack. On to their bikes again they headed out
towards Mobile. Next stop was the malls on Airport
Boulevard. As they cruised up I-65 towards their
destination Rachel searched all around her from some sign,
any sign that someone had been there, nothing, not a soul
or sign to be seen. Maybe there wasn't anyone else. Maybe
they were the only ones left. No, that couldn't be. She
followed Charlotte on to Airport and into the parking lot.
They parked their bikes on the sidewalk at the mall
entrance.
"I just love to shop!" Rachel said cheerily as she took
Charlotte's hand and led her inside. Charlotte hesitated at
the door and when Rachel asked what was wrong, she told her
nothing and followed her in. The mall corridor was dimly
light by the sunlight coming through the skylights but
inside the store they still needed their flashlights.
Visits included several lingerie shops, women's clothing
stores and a little new age Goth shop. Charlotte seemed to
like the last one best. Before they left Rachel suggested
that they pick up some things for Jason and headed towards
the anchor department store at the end of the mall. Out of
the corner of her eye she saw it. It was so slight she very
nearly missed it but it startled her just the same.
Dropping her bags she drew both her pistols and went to one
knee behind a planter. Charlotte, not knowing, followed
suit. After a moment she holstered her left pistol, grabbed
her flashlight from her back pocket and held it across her
right forearm, the way she had seen the police do when she
worked for the fire department. Moving it back and forth in
the direction she had seen the movement, she caught a
glimpse of fiery auburn hair behind a counter in a jewelry
store.
"Hello?" Rachel called out.
The form rose up from behind the counter. The young woman
held her hand over her eyes to fend off the bright light.
"Come on out, we're not going to hurt you." Rachel told
her.
"I know you're not." Came the voice of a man from behind
them.
Charlotte spun around and directed her 30-30 rifle at the
dark figure standing across the corridor just inside the
opening of the store front.
Rachel stole a quick glance over her shoulder and then
looked back at the woman. "Okay," she said, "let's everyone
just calm down a bit. We have no intention of hurting
anyone and we don't want anyone hurting us either."
Rachel slowly lowered her pistol. The man stepped into the
corridor and laid the lever action rifle he was holding,
back over his shoulder. Charlotte was glancing back and
forth like a scared deer, her rifle still directed at the
man.
Rachel turned to her. "Charlotte, Honey, easy now. This
man's been real nice so far. Let's point the gun at the
floor, Baby."
Charlotte looked at her and then back down the sights at
the dark haired man standing ten feet from her. As she
lowered the rifle, Rachel could feel the tension drain away
from the moment. The red haired woman came from behind the
counter and circled them widely joining her companion on
the other side of the corridor.
Rachel turned and stood up. "I'm Rachel." She told them.
"And this is Charlotte. We've been looking for others who
survived for months."
The man stood still. "I'm Tom and this is Gwendolyn." He
replied. "We're up from Florida. We've only seen a few
others along the way, but that's not to say there aren't
more."
Rachel holstered her other pistol and walked over towards
the man. Holding out her hand, "Pleased to meet you, Tom."
She told him.
He gasped her hand and smiled. In the in suing conversation
they discovered that Tom and Gwendolyn had met, in Panama
City, a few weeks after the flu had claimed everyone and
had been together since. They also had two friends, Lara
and Sharon that had gone to Birmingham to search for Lara's
family and such and were supposed to return within the
week. Rachel didn't hold out much hope for the woman
finding anyone. They chatted for about an hour and Tom and
Gwendolyn agreed that they would come to Mississippi in ten
days, two Mondays away, and meet them at the intersection
of I-10 and Highway 49 in Gulfport.
The girls said their farewells and headed back home with a
renewed sense of hope and excitement as well as two packs
full of fun.
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