Love Charms (37 page)

My
climax overtook me.  I knew somewhat of what to expect, having been with Evan
the previous night, but this was different, too.  His mouth, his lips, and his
warmth covered my sex like a blanket, keeping me cozy and soft, all while my
orgasm shattered through me, wanting to toss off the blankets and streak
through the night.

I
jumped up, higher, heading for the sun or the moon or the stars or whatever I
could find.  My body pulsed and shook as Evan stoked me higher and higher
still.  I opened my mouth, letting loose my lip.  Intending to scream or moan,
I only managed open-mouthed silence.

I
crashed back down, my body jolting from each pleasant shock of Evan's tongue. 
He teased at the edge of my clit, running the tip of his tongue along the
underside, cradling my pleasure spot with his warm, wet muscle.  I leaned back
in the chair, lounging, letting my whole body go lax.

"What
part of the movie are we at?" Evan asked.

I
stared down at him, lazy-eyed.  "I have no idea."

Evan
stood up between my legs, smiling down at me.  The sound of the movie playing
beside us carried on, but neither of us paid attention to it.  He held out his
hands, beckoning me up, and I accepted his offer and let him lift me off the
seat.  We stood there for a second, close.  I had no pants, but Evan did, and I
didn't like that.

I
tried to pull them off for the third time this evening and this time it
worked.  Evan kicked off his shoes and helped me shimmy his pants down his
body.  I pulled down his boxers, too, delighting in the way his cock sprang
free when I bunched them up at his thighs.  I took his cock in my hands and
stroked up and down his shaft, feeling his tenseness wrapped up in my fingers.

Evan
lifted his head to the ceiling, eyes fluttering, lids finally closing.  His
hands hung loose at his sides, free, but my hands did no such thing.  I cupped
his balls in one palm while I stroked his cock with my other hand.  Still
standing, not as close now, I leaned in and kissed his throat.

I
opened my mouth like I had earlier in the day and pressed my lips against his
neck.  My teeth pushed into his skin ever so slightly and my tongue traced a
wet trail up and down his throat.  I kissed at his Adam's apple, sucking on
it.  Every time he swallowed I could feel it in my mouth, pressing against my
tongue, slipping down his throat.

Evan
couldn't take much more.  He grunted and grabbed my hips and lifted me up. 
Before I knew it, he'd spun us both around and sat in my chair, pulling me atop
him.  I landed with a squeak in his lap, my knees resting on the top of his
thighs.  Scooting out, leaning back, Evan positioned me above him.

Smiling
at him, I pulled aside my panties and lowered myself onto his cock.  His fierce
heat invaded me, devouring me, wanting to control me, and there wasn't anything
I could do about it.  I didn't want to do anything about it either, though.  I
moved down, taking him into me fully.  He guided my hips with his hands.  Once
his cock rested all the way inside of me, he lifted my shirt all the way up and
off and tossed it onto the floor with our pants and shoes.

Evan
unclasped my bra and slipped it aside while I lifted myself up until just the
head of his cock lay precariously inside of me.  I slowly lowered myself back
down, feeling his fire inside of me again.  It filled me like a gush of molten
rock, hard and hot.

Evan
placed his hands on the middle of my back and pulled my upper body closer to
him.  His mouth latched onto my breasts, twirling my nipple with his tongue. 
Gasping, feeling heavy, I pushed hard onto him.  I couldn't think anymore,
didn't know what to do, so I just stayed there, basking in the heat of his cock
embedded in my pussy.

Evan
lifted me up carefully, then pulled me back onto him.  We set into a hasty
rhythm.  In the background, the movie sounds of the two of them making love
nearly matched our sounds.  I sighed, lusty, and Evan bucked his hips up and
let out a groan.

Together,
the both of us, perfect and complete.  I wanted this, loved it so much.  It
made me forget about everything that had happened.  I almost appreciated the
bad parts now because without them I'd never have felt this good.  I'd never
felt such fierce passion before.  I don't think anyone could unless they were
like me.  Sensual heat, like drinking hot cocoa on a cold winter's day and
feeling the warmth of it in my stomach, except all throughout my body, too, in
my core, and amplified by a hundred.

Thick
and hot, deliriously slow.  Evan and I made love.

"Sadie,"
he murmured into my breast.  "I'm going to soon."

"Please,
Evan," I whispered.  "I want to feel it inside me.  Please."

We
became a little more frantic, moving faster.  I pressed my body against him,
folding my hands together behind the nape of his neck.  Evan squeezed my hips
in his hands, pressing his fingers into my soft flesh.  Up, bouncing, pressing
into me, and then he pulled me down atop him hard and stopped.

The
warmth of his cum inside of me pushed me over the edge.  It soaked into my
inner walls, insulating me from my chill, and forced a scalding, sultry climax
throughout my entire body.  I shivered and shook, clenching around his cock,
milking and squeezing him inside me.

I
felt so cozy and warm and soft like a feather, light and floating.  Evan pulled
me tight against him as our combined climax eased away, replaced by a
wonderfully intimate closeness.  I bent forward, leaning against him and
resting my head on his shoulder.

Evan
kissed my cheek and my neck and my collarbone.  "I know it's our first
date," he said, "but..."

"Don't
go thinking I'm easy," I said, laughing.  "I don't do this with just
anyone, you know."

Evan
smirked.  "I know.  Me either.  It's just... wow.  I don't even know how
to explain it, Sadie.  Just wow."

"Wow,"
I agreed.

The
both of us glanced over at the laptop.  The movie had ended some time ago and
the credits rolled down the screen.  I stared at the names, enthralled.  Where
were these people now?  What were they doing?

Nuzzling
against Evan's cheek, I said, "We missed the movie."

He
kissed me quick.  "Do you want to watch another?"

* * *

Desiree
lounged on the couch, kicking her feet over the edge of the armrest.  Grabbing
her wineglass from the coffee table, she gulped down her fifth glass of the
evening.  Maybe she was a little tipsy right now, but what did it matter?

Evan,
she thought, and a zombie girl.  Sadie, he called her.  She seemed nice enough,
really.  For a zombie, anyways.

Or
whatever Evan wanted to call her.  She didn't even understand that.  How could
he like her?  Alright, so maybe she wasn't
dead
, but she wasn't quite
the best example of a living girl, either.  Who wanted cool, unresponsive skin
when they could have warm, hot, wet flesh?  Desiree would've given it to him,
too.  She wouldn't just give that to anyone, and she hoped Evan realized this,
but she would've given it to him.

Instead,
oh no, he went off on a date with the not-quite-dead girl.  With his laptop, no
less.  She envied him that.  Back before all this happened she used to love
screwing around on her computer, checking neat things on Pinterest and playing
around on Facebook.  Looking up random stuff, having fun, whatever.

Pinterest
and Facebook didn't exist now, nor did the internet.  Mostly computers didn't
exist, either, except Evan had his solar array to charge his laptop and an
assortment of games, DVDs, and other programs to keep him entertained.  Not
that he used the thing all the time, but she would admit she was kind of
jealous sometimes.

They
used to watch movies together, him and her.  Fun stuff, in his tent, sitting on
his cot with the laptop between them, laughing.  She wanted more, though.  She
wanted to be close to him and she'd tried so hard, but he always moved away
from her.  Not just physically, but mentally, too.  She'd tried to chase him
more and more, becoming rather forward and frank, but none of that worked.

Evan
distanced himself from her.  Today, this trip here, was the first time he'd
opened up to her in weeks.

It
was Sadie's fault, she knew.  Maybe not exactly, but Sadie was the damsel in
distress that Evan wanted to get excited about.  Why didn't he think Desiree
needed him?  What was so much better about the zombie girl compared to the girl
who had been friends with him, helped him, was close to him before all that?

Apparently
Desiree wasn't enough for Evan, not now or ever.  Except was that the truth of
it?

She
glanced towards the dining room table.  Some movie played on the TV, though she
only watched it with half interest.  The din of the generator's motor clattered
outside, consistent and loud.

Desiree
popped a ricework crisp into her mouth and chewed it down to bits, then
swallowed.  Getting up off the couch, she walked to the table and the two-way
radio sitting there out in the open.  She picked it up and tested it out,
playing around with the buttons.  Then she hit the button to call for its twin
back at camp.

Standing
there, not quite sure if she wanted to do this, she waited.

Someone
answered, their voice coming through the radio speaker, staticky. 
"Everything alright?"

It
was Alex.

"Hey,
Alex," Desiree said.  She paused.  A few seconds passed.

"I'm
not sure if the signal is too good," he said.  "All I heard was 'Hey,
Alex.'  Anything else?"

"Yeah,"
she said slowly.  "Look, you know how Evan said he and I were going to go
spend some time together alone?  Well..."

She
told him everything.  The house, Sadie, how Evan had left, what he'd said. 
What she thought, and she told him about the generator.

Everything.

Alex
listened carefully.  "Can you get me directions?" he asked.

"Yeah,
but..."  But what?  What was she doing?  She didn't know, but she needed
to do it.  Evan was wrong.  He didn't think he was wrong, but he was.  He had
to be.  They weren't... this wasn't...

Cinna
peeked around a corner, staring at her.

"Yeah,"
she repeated, turning away from the cat.  "Do you have a pen and
paper?"

Hopeless

"You
might want to consider taking the back entrance," Jonny said.

Evan
and I looked up at him.  We were cuddled close together and had fallen asleep
while watching our second movie of the evening.  I didn't remember much of it,
or what we'd chosen to watch.  The only thing I remembered now, what I felt,
was the wonderful feeling of waking up and knowing I was fully aware.  Still a
bit sleepy and I needed to stretch, but I only felt the regular parts of
awakening.

My
mind didn't feel murky and confused, just cozy and soft.  I had my head on
Evan's shoulder and my arm on his chest.  Warm, delightful, and I loved it.

I
thought maybe I loved Evan, too, but it was so soon and I didn't know for sure
and... did I just feel this way because I was forced to, somewhat?  Did I
really have any other choice?  I didn't know, but I didn't like to think about
it, either.

Evan
and Jonny talked and I lay there, comfortable, listening.

"There's
how many?" Evan asked.

"At
least twenty," Jonny said.  "I tried to tell them that you escaped,
but they wouldn't listen to me.  Most don't.  Most don't talk, either, but,
well, yeah.  From what I gathered, they want to come in and see for
themselves.  Not the most coherent bunch, though, you know?"

"Can
we go out the emergency exit?" I asked.  "Every movie room has one,
right?"

Jonny
nodded.  "Yeah.  It's not a bad idea, but I don't know if any of them are
waiting out there.  There could be more than twenty for all I know."

"So
what do you suggest?" Evan asked.

"You
can get to the roof through the projection room in theatre 8, then check around
to make sure it's all clear.  There's an emergency ladder that lowers to the
ground, but it's only on one side of the building, so you'll have to make sure
you can get away safely once you climb down.  That's my suggestion, anyways. 
You can do what you want, I guess."

Evan
looked at me.  "Are you alright with that?"

I
knew what he meant and why he asked it.  Did I think I could climb down a
ladder on my own?  Yes, maybe, though I wasn't positive.  I'd climbed up the
hill here, but that was something different, too.  I struggled and it took
awhile, but all I had to do was apply effort.  Climbing the wall to the
university the other day was much the same, too.  If I fell, it wasn't too far
of a drop.  From the roof of a movie theatre, though, well...

"I
can do it," I said.  "If you're there, Evan, I can do it.  I think I
can."

He
smiled and kissed me on the nose.  "Alright.  Let me pack this up quick
and then we'll get going.  Do you need help with this cart, Jonny?"