The day after: An apocalyptic morning (93 page)

              "That's what I like to hear," she said. "Is everyone safe and sound in there?"

              "That's affirm. Shellie and her squad are tired, dirty, and hungry but they're all safe. We'll be touching down in about two minutes. See you on he ground."

              "See you on the ground," Christine returned, getting up from her chair and pocketing her portable radio.

              She pulled on her rain jacket and walked downstairs to the front door. As soon as she was outside she saw the helicopter circling around overhead, bleeding off its speed. As many times as she had seen Skip take off and land she still could not get over how quiet and un-helicopter-like the machine sounded. All that could be heard was the whine of the engine and the rushing of air being churned downward. Thanks to the NOTAR there was none of the chopping sound that gave rotor aircraft their nickname.

              Though she was standing more than thirty yards away the blast of air and rainwater churned up by that rotor was still enough to force her to lower her head. The skids gently touched the pavement and the whining of the engine wound down to a soft growl, the rotor slowly losing the suicidal velocity it had been spinning with. The blast of air and water went away and Christine stepped out of the doorway and walked closer, seeing Skip going through the power-down checklist through the windshield. She kept her distance, staying outside of the arc of the rotor, not entirely comfortable walking beneath those spinning blades despite Skip's assurances that it was impossible for them to come closer than three feet above her head. At last the engine was shut off and the blades came to a gradual halt.

              The doors opened up allowing Paula's squad of four to climb out of the vehicle. All of them, with weapons on their shoulders and packs on their backs, took a moment to stretch and work the kinks out of their muscles. Paula, who had been sitting in the passenger seat, stepped out next. Seeing her co-wife standing there she ran over to her.

              " Christine!" she squealed, throwing her arms around her and hugging her tightly. "God, its good to be home."

              "It's good to have you back," Christine told her, returning the embrace. "Are you hungry? I had Stacy and Sara keep a couple of double rations hot for you and your troops."

              "I'm famished," she said. "And dirty too. How's the bath situation?"

              "Mick's squad are still working their way through one by one," Christine told her. "They should be done within the hour I would hope."

              "Good," she said. "I'll send my squad through first and then I'll go." She gave a saucy look. "Maybe you and Skip should come over and make sure I get nice and clean," she said softly.

              Christine blushed but couldn't help smiling. There had so far been no repeat of the events that had taken place the last time Paula and Skip had returned from a long mission. Though the two women now slept in the same bed with Skip between them and though both continued to imbibe in their marital liberties freely, neither had touched the other during sexual encounters or even talked about what had happened between them. Paula's oblique comment about it now was the first mention of it.

              "We'll see," Christine said, giving Paula one more hug. She broke the embrace and then went over to greet Skip.

              As it turned out, responsibility called on Christine when it came time for Paula to hop into the bathtub. She had to drive out to guard position two, which was located on the hill northeast of the subdivision, to first break up a fight between the two women stationed out there and then separate them. This was not a completely uncommon occurrence. Though the training regiment had cut down on such incidents greatly and though the idea of polygamy was slowly starting to be considered an option to be pursued, the simple fact was that there was still a lot of sleeping around going on in the off-duty hours. Though Christine tried not to station people who were in conflict with each other together, sometimes the rumor mill, which brought her news of these lethal combinations, did not reach her in time.

              "Who is it?" Skip asked as she stood up from the cafeteria table in the dining room to go deal with the situation.

              "Maria and Leanette," she said, shaking her head. "What's the deal with those two?" she asked those seated around her. "What did I miss?"

              "You put Maria and Leanette together?" Maggie, who was at the same table, asked in disbelief. "Jesus, girlfriend, you are behind the times. Word is that Leanette and Hector have been spending a little time off in the empty houses."

              "Checking out redecorating schemes I'm sure," Christine said sourly. "Skip, I'm gonna have to break the same-sex rule in order to separate them. I can put Leanette over in position 3 with Greg and move Mike over to position 2 with Maria. It's either that or pull someone who just came off the mission and put them out there for the night and I don't really want to do that."

              Skip shrugged. "Your discretion," he told her. "Do you think those two sets will be able to keep their hands off each other?"

              "Probably," she said. "I think they'll at least wait until after watch if they want to get in each other's pants."

              Skip chuckled a little. "That's all we can ask for, isn't it?"

              "I suppose," she said. "I'll see you guys at home."

              Shortly after she left, driving off in the Honda Prelude that was used to transport people from town to the guard positions (it was the most fuel efficient vehicle in a town full of SUVs and BMWs and Mercedes'), the time for Paula and Skip's bath period arrived. They were not so filthy that a double rinse would be required so Skip went outside and activated the fire engine pump while Paula went about adding the hot water. Ten minutes later they were sitting in the steaming tub, scrubbing themselves clean and occasionally stroking a slippery body part that belonged to the other person.

              "I've been more than forty-eight hours without it now," Paula said as she slid her hand up and down his erection beneath the water. "I'm ready for a fill-up."

              "Climb aboard, baby," he told her with a smile, beckoning for her to sit on his lap.

              "Let's go home first," she said, giving him a peck on the lips. "I'd rather have you in the comfort of our own bed."

              "Okay," he said. Even so he could not resist sliding into her from behind for a few strokes as they went about washing and rinsing each other's hair.

              "You're a pervert," she accused as she felt him penetrate her and gyrate slowly back and forth.

              "And proud of it," he assured her, his hand squeezing her ass.

              They walked home together and, after lighting a few candles, immediately removed the fresh clothing they had just donned and climbed into bed. They started out kissing and cuddling under the warmth of the covers but soon threw them off as they started to heat up.

              "Eat me, Skip," Paula moaned, pushing his head down her body. "Make me come with your mouth."

              Ever the obedient husband, Skip kissed his way across her stomach and soon had his tongue running through her wet vaginal lips. He cupped her ass cheeks with his hands as he licked and sucked at her, tasting her fresh juices.

              The sound of the front door opening a few minutes later did not detract either of them from what they were doing. Only when Christine walked in the room carrying a candle with her did Skip raise his head out of Paula's crotch.

              "Having fun I see," Christine said lightly as she set the candle down on the nightstand.

              "That's what it's all about," Skip agreed. "Did you get the guard problem taken care of?"

              "Oh yes," she said, unclipping her belt and sliding the holstered gun free. "I warned them all that they were the test case for resumption of coed teams on guard duty and that they should behave appropriately. I think they got the message."

              "Hopefully," Skip said. "It would sure make staffing a lot easier if we could put men and women together without having to worry about them being distracted."

              "You're telling me," said Christine, who did all of the staffing.

              "Uh, is there any chance," said Paula, who was flushed and panting, "that we can continue this discussion at a later time? I was kind of in the middle of something here."

              "Sorry, Shelly," Christine said with a grin. "Skip, get back to work."

              He went back to work, dropping his head into her crotch once again and lapping away. Christine went to the bathroom and relieved her bladder and then walked back into the bedroom just in time to see Paula starting to raise and lower her hips with impending orgasm. She watched them as she took off her jeans and panties, feeling her own juices starting to flow as they always did at such times. She could not resist running the back of her hand across her wet pussy lips as she reached for the hem of her shirt.

              "You can play with yourself if you want," Paula, who had been watching her, said breathlessly.

              "What?" Christine said with a start, pausing with her shirt halfway up.

              "It's okay," Paula said. "It's... ohhhh..." she squealed as Skip gave her a particularly pleasurable suck on the clitoris, "... it's sexy."

              Christine felt herself blushing again but she also felt a renewed gush of moisture in her sex at the thought. Sure, it was nasty but hadn't Paula told her before that married people were sometimes nasty in front of each other? Wasn't that part of what made a successful sex life?

              "Come on, Christine," Paula breathed, patting the bed next to her. "You know you want to."

              She did want to, was barely restraining herself as it was. She quickly pulled off her shirt, tossing it to the floor, and then unclipped the white bra she was wearing, letting it fall as well. She sat down on the bed with her legs spread widely, facing Paula's supine body, close enough to see Skip's tongue stabbing in and out of those wet folds. The smell of aroused vaginal secretions hit her nose and her hand dropped between her legs, her fingers probing at her own wetness. She began to rub, her eyes peeled to the junction of mouth and vagina.

              "Oh God, that is such a turn on," Paula panted excitedly, her head turned, her eyes looking directly at Christine's pussy. "You put yourself there on purpose, didn't you? You nasty girl."

              Christine didn't say anything. She just smiled and kept rubbing, feeling the waves of pleasure spreading out in her lower stomach. She shoved two fingers inside of herself for a moment. They came out glistening with moisture.

              "Oh God," Paula groaned, her hips rising and falling rapidly now. "Oh, Christine that's... oh Skip... ohhhh... ohhhh!" She screamed as she came, her hands gripping the sheet on the bed hard enough to pull it loose at the corners.

              Skip raised his wet face from her crotch after giving her one last loving lick. He had been watching Christine's antics as well as he had been ministering to Paula and he was incredibly turned on. Watching women masturbate had always held an erotic fascination for him. Watching a woman masturbate while she watched him eat out another woman was completely off the scale. "Does Christine need a little kiss too?" he asked her, reaching out with his hand to stroke her soft leg.

              "Not just yet," she said, taking his hand and putting it back on Paula. "Fuck her first. I want to play with myself while you fuck her."

              "Yes," Paula said, her eyes glazed with lust. "Fuck me while she watches."

              Skip slid up Paula's body, grabbing her legs and pushing them back as he went. This opened her up widely, obscenely for Christine's viewing pleasure. His cock was about as hard as it was possible to get and her pussy was about as wet as it was possible to get. As such he was able to slide inside of her in one stroke, sinking until his pubic hair met hers. He began to thrust in and out, not bothering with a slow build up. As he moved within her he kept his head elevated and his back straight, using her thighs for leverage.

              While Paula moaned in pleasure her eyes never left Christine's crotch. She watched those fingers move around and around through that light blonde hair, watched them dip in and out of her chasm itself. She put her hand on Christine's leg, near the knee, and began to stroke back and forth, marveling at the sexy softness of female flesh. When Christine made no protest at the touch, she began to move her hand higher.

              Christine felt the intruding hand as it crept higher up her leg, as it inched across her inner thigh, and her fingers began to move faster. She felt the same pang of guilt and shame that she had felt that night in the bathing room but the sense of arousal and excitement was easily enough to override it. The nastiness of being touched by Paula, of knowing where Paula's hand was heading, the forbiddeness of the act, was what made it so appealing. "Put them in me," she whispered to her co-wife. "Help me come."

              Paula slid her hand across the inner thigh and to the wet junction where Christine's fingers were rubbing. She touched the soggy hairs around her lips and then ran her fingertips over the swollen membranes, feeling their slippery texture, their warmth. Using two fingers she penetrated her, pushing into the tightness, feeling her co-wife's body clutch greedily at her. Christine moaned loudly at the intrusion and began to rub her clit harder.