“Yes. It is. If the world stays like this I can be something special. You can be something special. We could thrive.” She kissed me on the cheek.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.”
The Humvee bounced up and over some railroad tracks and we left the industrial estate. We were on a long road, trees at either side of us, the shadows of them whizzing past the vehicle with whooshes.
Sara whispered to me again and said, “Think about what we’ve just done, Brad. If the world was like this for the rest of our days, we wouldn’t have to concern ourselves with being held accountable for the murders we committed.”
I swallowed. “You said it would be considered self defense.”
“That’s the way we see it, but a jury full of liberal assholes might not. Even if they did say it was self defense, we’d still have to live with it. Do you think you can live with what you did to those two men?”
“I’m trying to, even now. You had helped me deal with it, but now … but now I’m having trouble again.”
“I’m trying to help at this very moment. If the world stays like this, if everything is about survival, there would be no reason to have any trouble dealing with it. It would be an everyday occurrence, no different than how brushing your teeth used to be.” She rested her head on my shoulder.
“I’m not sure what to make of any of this,” I said as I closed my eyes. My head was thumping. My thoughts were mush. I’d killed two people, one with Sara’s help. I’d gone from a gambling, failed martial arts teacher, to a killer in a small amount of time. It was too short of a period for such a dramatic shift in trajectory.
“Think about this,” Sara whispered. “In the world before the aliens showed, you were nothing to many people. I was just an everyday worker bee. We were either part of the herd or exiled from it. In a world like this, we can be so much more than that. We can be legendary, feared, respected. If we wanted something, we could just take it. Money wouldn’t be a concern. I’m sure you’d like that. Think of the load that would be lifted from your shoulders if that were the case. And the best thing is, we’d have each other.”
The machine gun blasted again. A longer burst than before. The bullets cut into the trees to our right. I had no idea what was being shot at, but I could hear bark being cut into and branches falling. Then I heard aliens screaming. How did the soldiers even know they were there in the dark?
My thoughts turned back to what Sara had just said. I did like the sound of what she put forth, even though it repulsed me to think of a world swept up in such a shit-storm. I didn’t like seeing a monster grab a child, knowing it wanted to bite his head off. But I did like the idea Sara and me against the world. Having no money concerns. No one calling me a failure was more than just a tempting prospect.
“Okay,” I whispered to her. “You’re right. What can we do about it though? We just have to pray we lose this war? So everything stays as fucked as it is now?”
“Maybe, or we could take action.”
“How?”
“We’re heading to some kinda military base. When we get there, why don’t we help the aliens, hinder our guys somehow.”
“How could two people achieve that?”
“I’m not sure yet, I’ll know when we arrive. I do know our next step.”
“What’s that?”
“Once they get us close enough to this base, we kill these two, we take their weapons, take their Humvee.”
I threw a quick look to each soldier, checking they hadn’t heard. They hadn’t. The sound of the engine and the bursts of fire were enough to disguise our plans. “Okay. First tell me a story, give me the strength I need, you’re good at that. You’re like my own personal cheerleader.”
“I am, aren’t I?”
“Yes.”
Sara shifted position, sat more upright, so her lips were almost touching my ear. She whispered, “
I remember getting home and quickly saying hello to my parents. I grabbed some food and a drink and went straight to my bedroom. I got myself out of my clothes and threw them and my dirty panties into the laundry basket. I took a brief moment to look at myself, naked, in the full-length mirror. Sure, I was curvy back then, fat if you will, but everything was proportionate. I liked my figure, but wasn’t sure why the boys at college didn’t. Maybe they did and it was my personality that turned them off. I could live with that.”
I eyed the rifle slung over the shoulder of the soldier that stood firing the machine gun. It was dark inside the Humvee, but my vision had grown accustomed to the blackness now. I followed the strap with my eyes, trying to see how I could remove it from him quickly and silently without him knowing or having enough time to react, or if I could just angle it where it was, toward the driver, take him out first.
“
I got into my pajamas and under the covers in my bed. I switched the TV on, a music channel, I didn’t like the song that was on, but I left it playing all the same. I wasn’t really watching it or listening to it anyway, I had too much on my mind. A lot had happened in one short day. I thought over what had happened in the classroom. I tried to get my head around how it all came to be, the brushing of the cock, the thigh movements and staring at my teacher.”
I noticed the soldier with the machine gun had a pistol holstered on the leg closest to me. That seemed like a better option. I could pull it free easily. Two shots would be all it would take to drop them both. I’d have to wait for the vehicle to stop or we’d be liable to crash. I would also have to do it far enough from the base to not attract unwanted attention, but close enough for us to infiltrate and disrupt.
“
I spread my legs under the covers. I felt the soft material of my pajama pants brush over my pussy. They were cold, but felt pleasant enough, refreshing even. I thought about the bus, the vibrations. The rumbles. The grinding. My erect nipples. The boy. The girl. I tried to remember the moistness. How it felt when it leaked free. I noticed my right hand had found its way under the covers. I was gently running my fingers over the top of my pajamas and my private place, the tips of them tickling it. I got the ache again. I placed my left hand on a breast. I can’t remember which now, but that’s not really crucial information. My nipple was erect. I gave the whole breast a squeeze.”
I considered the space I had to work in, the awkwardness of the enclosed environment. It would be an issue if something went wrong, but would aid me if everything went to plan. I’d not have to reach far for the pistol or much farther to press it to the side of the driver’s head.
“I thought about the violence. The murder. It had the same result as my other thoughts. I hated myself for that but I allowed them to linger. Why deny what felt so good? I turned my hand so the back was facing me and I ran my fingers over the nipple. I let the hand do a few runs like that, all my fingers flicking my nipple, before I took hold of the breast again.”
The throb in my trousers was not short of blood. I was ready for action, two types of action. The killing of the soldiers, and if time allowed, the fucking of Sara. The machine gun blasted more bullets forth, this time at an alien running from the tree line onto the road. The death was quick and sloppy. The sex with Sara wouldn’t be quick, I’d savor it, but it would be sloppy.
“My other hand was still tickling me. It was a tease but I was through with teasing. I pressed my whole hand over myself. I left it there, still, for a moment before I started to slowly move it side to side. It felt so warm, and soon wet. I could feel my slit through the pajamas, so I placed a finger on the bottom end and traced it upward until it glanced off … I didn’t know what it glanced off but it was wonderful. Better than it’d felt in the classroom. Better than it’d felt on the bus.”
The Humvee started to slow. The gunner angled to face down the road. They must have seen something up ahead. I tried to make out what it could be, but I couldn't get a clear view. I wondered if it was time to put my plan into action.
“
I did the run again. And again. Hitting the magic spot each time. My butt was rising off the bed on each slide up my slit. I could feel a puddle soaked into my pajamas at this point. The wetness was on the tip of my finger too. I thought about licking it off … I decided on a new technique. Since the top felt so intense, I would just rub there. So I felt around for the little bump that was giving me so much pleasure and placed a finger on it. First I made slow circular motions to the left, then to the right, then up and down, and then I started to tap it. Like hitting the spacebar on a keyboard over and over again. I bit some of the skin off my bottom lip. It hurt. I felt some of my juices run out of me.”
The Humvee was crawling, just rumbling forward. I grew concerned that the soldiers would hear Sara, but I didn’t tell her to stop. I needed her stories as much as I needed her. I needed the feel of her warm breath on my ear, the vibrations of her silken-toned voice beating my eardrum.
“I stopped. I thought for a moment. Then I decided to take my pants off. If it felt that good on top of them, it would surely feel better skin on skin. So my pajamas bit the dust. I reached a hand down. I looked over to my bedroom door. I quickly got out of bed, ran to the door and dragged a chest of drawers in front. I must have looked so stupid doing it, but I didn’t want a parent wandering in. I got back under the covers. I threw the covers off. I looked at my pussy and the wetness that was glistening in the light. I took a few deep breaths and reached my hand down.”
The Humvee came to a stop. I could hear something crackling ahead of us, the sound of a burning fire. The driver opened up his door and leaned out. If anyone of them left the vehicle it could fuck my plan up. I’d have to improvise. That filled me with dread. The driver got out of the Humvee. I saw him raise his rifle to his shoulder and slowly start to walk forward. He was quickly out of view.
“I couldn’t do it. For some reason I couldn’t touch my own skin down there. It freaked me out. To this day I have no idea why. I do know it pissed me off. I felt so frustrated. So much so I grabbed a large teddy that was on the bed and threw it across the room. I lay on my back for a few moments, just staring blankly at the ceiling. The thought entered my head to put my pants back on and go at it that way, but for some reason that felt like a step back, and I wanted progress in the little adventure I was on that day. I sat up. I looked at the teddy. I looked down at my flower again. Brainwave.”
The driver past by the front of the Humvee, the headlights illuminating his back, he was still slowing pushing forward, his eyes locked down the sights of his weapon. I moved my eyes to the pistol on the gunner’s leg. I started to edge my right hand toward it.
“I got off the bed, grabbed the teddy, and placed it back on the bed, face up. I then placed a knee at either side of the teddy so my wet area was hovering above. I lowered myself until its fur was on my newly discovered pleasurable bump. It felt gorgeous. Next I leaned forward and grabbed the teddy’s ears. I started to hump it, to grind on it, to rub my bump over its fur, with pressure, with speed, with wetness starting to soak both it and me, making the sliding easier. I was picking up even more speed as I saw the moments from the day in my mind, some of the murder I’d fantasized about, helping to spur me on. I was soon approaching my destination, it happened so much quicker than the other times that day.”
My fingers were a hair from the gun. I just had to open the holster without the gunner noticing. My heart was in my throat. I shifted my weight, so I was leaning forward a little ways; Sara kept her lips to my ear. I looked at the driver; he vanished into the blackness, too far from the vehicle for the headlights to keep him visible now.
“The bed was starting to bang on the wall. I had to slow down but didn’t want to. I started to rub in slow motions instead, pressing harder onto the teddy, which meant more fur rubbing that bump, the bump that seemed to be ready to satisfy me. Knock. Knock. It was my door. I jumped off the teddy and pulled the sheets over me. My mom was outside my room. Something about my dinner being on the table. She even asked what the noise was. I said I was cleaning my fucking room. I lied to my own mom because I was humping a teddy. She told me to stop fucking cursing. I said I’d be down in a fucking minute. She said the same fucking thing to me again.”
I unhooked the fastening on the holster, grabbed the pistol, placed the barrel to the side of the gunner’s body … and fired. Thankfully the safety wasn’t on. I cursed myself for not even considering that when forming my plan, but I didn’t need to concern myself with it then.
The gunner fell from the weapon and into the Humvee. I fired two more shots into him. One hit his chest, the other his face. Blood shot from him, hitting both Sara and me. I turned to her; she had moved her lips from my ear. She looked so sexy with the speckles of blood on her face.
“Don’t stop!” I shouted at her. The driver’s bullets started to ping into the front of the Humvee. I pulled Sara low with me. She had no need to whisper now; in fact she was mostly shouting to be heard.
“I threw the covers off myself, there was a squelch as I did and some pulling at my skin. I saw why. My juices had managed to soak into the section that had been resting over my magic hole. I grabbed the teddy by an ear and jumped off the bed. A little too fast to be honest, the room spun for a moment and my knees went weak. The knees might have been from the humping and not the jump, but the head thing was definitely from getting up too fast.”
More shots struck the Humvee, the sparks from the impacts lighting the inside with quick flashes. I gave Sara a kiss and opened my door. “Stay here,” I said. “Don’t you dare stop telling me the story!”