Anything for Food - A Post-Apocalyptic Erotic Tale (7 page)

“Yes. How else could I verify
that they worked?”

“So yes, I'm learning from the
book and from the examples I can look at.”

“Good then. I've got some spinach
ready to harvest that I'll go pick. We can have a spinach salad and
some bread for lunch. I've still got a few of last year's carrots in
my storage room so I'll shred some of those in with the spinach.”

“Sounds tasty, do you need help?”

“Nope, but come with me anyhow.
I'll show you the section the spinach is in, that'll be the only
thing coming in for another few weeks.”

She closed the book she was reading,
noting the title of the chapter she was just starting, 'The
Importance of Community'.

Andi followed him as he led the way to
a section of the garden where the green was more than just small
sprouts showing above the mulch. She watched as he collected a hefty
handful of spinach. He also showed her where the spinach section was
and where its borders were as he did so. Then they headed back to the
house.

Jake left the spinach in the kitchen
sink and headed downstairs with Andi in tow. He barely glanced at the
boxes in the central room of the basement. Andi saw that when his
glance started to slide that way he shook his head firmly and fixed
his eyes on a door.

Jake led the way through one of the
other two doors that she hadn't been through. As she followed him
into the room she stopped in shock. Andi had seen rural grocery
stores with less stock than Jake had in this room. Two walls were
lined with metal racks that each held hundreds of cans turned on
their sides. All of those racks were completely full. The third wall
and the wall with the door in it were lined with plastic five gallon
buckets. Most of the buckets had tightly sealed lids. A couple of
them along the wall that held the door were open on top and
apparently filled with sand.

As if that weren't enough, stackable
plastic containers formed a rectangle in the middle of the floor.
He'd formed the rectangle so that the open sides of the containers
faced the walls and he could access anything in them easily. Jake
walked to a particular stack and reached into a container. He
withdrew a pack of needles in various sizes and a second package that
contained an assortment of thread.

“What's in the big buckets with
the sealed lids?” she asked.

“You want a general answer or
something more specific?”

“Either would do.”

“Well, some of them contain the
ingredients for the bread. About half are filled with wheat berries
that I grind down into flour. The rest contain rice, legumes, and a
bunch of other stuff that stores for a long time.”

Andi continued looking around the room
after she got her answer. She was still distracted when he walked
back over and proffered the needles and thread to her. She snapped
back into focus and accepted the two packages. Once she had taken
them he walked to one of the two buckets with sand in them and
reached down. Rummaging through the sand he came out with a couple of
carrots, their stems looking the worse for wear.

“Carrots store for a very long
time if you keep them buried in a bucket of moist sand with their
tops still attached.” he said, “Let's go have lunch.”

Andi helped Jake make lunch this time. She offered to shred the
carrots since she knew how to do that. The things she was reading in
his book were beyond her still and it would be a while before she was
useful for helping with any of that.

She thought he'd probably keep her around just for the sex, even
if she didn't help out elsewhere, but there were two problems with
that. The first was that she might be wrong and he might ditch her if
she weren't otherwise useful. The second was that she was developing
a desire to have him think of her as more than a living sex toy.

Andi ate lunch, enjoying the spinach salad more than she thought
she would. She was discovering that lots of home grown and home made
items tasted much better than their store bought counterparts. She
finished her food and looked at Jake. He caught her eyes and smiled
for a moment.

“Let's head to the bedroom shall we?” he said.

“If you want.”

“I want, I definitely want. I've discovered that staying
celibate for a couple of years was probably a mistake. Now I feel the
need to make up for lost time.”

Andi rose and followed him to the bedroom.

“How do you want me this time?” she asked.

“Naked for starters. Then we'll go from there.”

Andi stripped. She started to feel self-conscious when Jake
remained clothed after she was nude. Jake devoured her naked flesh
with his eyes, looking everywhere but her face.

He walked over and began to stroke her bare skin. She felt a
tingle as he started at her calves and worked his way up. Her pussy
received only as much attention as her calves and thighs. Her stomach
received an equal share as well. She could tell he got distracted by
her breasts since they received a more generous helping of attention.

When he finally tore himself away from her breasts he continued
upwards, stroking her shoulders. When he reached her hair and was
running his hands through it he discovered the tangles she found the
day before.

“Would you like me to help you get rid of these?” he
said.

“Yes please, do you just want to cut them out?”

“I have a better idea. Go get on the bed and sit
cross-legged with your back facing the edge.”

She crawled onto the bed and arranged herself as requested. It was
only a moment or two later when she felt long brush strokes running
through her hair. At the start they avoided the tangles. Once her
hair had been brushed out everywhere else, the brush began to work
with short strokes on the outer fringes of the tangles.

Andi's prior experiences did not include having a man brush her
hair and she found it incredibly erotic. She hadn't told Jake but she
liked a hint of pain with her sex. The eroticism of him brushing her
hair combined with the tiny little yanks and pulls from the brush
clearing the the tangles excited her more than she thought possible
without some kind of sex occurring. Jake continued to patiently work
his way through the tangles, running his hand through each newly
untangled section as he completed it.

All too soon for Andi, he stopped brushing.

“I'm sorry, there's one tangle in here that I can't get out.
It looks like there's sap or something congealed in it.”

“Go ahead and cut that one out then. Do you have a pair of
scissors handy?”

“Yes, I just hate the idea of taking out a chunk of your
hair.”

“It isn't going to untangle on its own and the longer it's
in there, the bigger the chance that it will get more hair stuck in
the clump.”

“Okay then, if you insist.”

Andi heard soft footfalls cross the room and return. The 'snick'
of a pair of scissors sounded and Jake dropped the clump of hair on
the bed next to her. He returned the scissors to their place and came
back to the bed.

Andi felt Jake run his hands through her hair one more time. He
was very thorough and she was sure that he was checking to make sure
that there were no more snarls at all. Finally she felt him lean in
against her back. The rough cloth of his jeans did nothing to obscure
the feel of his erection pressed against her.

“Lie down and roll over.” he said.

Andi followed his order and rolled over to find him stripping his
clothes off.

“I'm thinking we'll start you on the next size dildo now.”
said Jake.

Andi grinned at him.

“You know, I told myself I wasn't going to say anything to
you about it but I actually like anal sex. I've taken a cock in my
ass that was much bigger than the dildo you were using. Why don't you
bring out your dildos and let me pick the one that's a bit bigger
than what I'm used to. It'll speed the process along some.”

“So much for my remembering to be more inquisitive. Is there
anything else sexual that you like? I mean the non-standard types of
things that I might not try without knowing you like it. I thought I
should ask now in case I forget again later on.”

“There are a few things. I like to dress up for my man, but
I don't know that we can manage that. I like to lead into sex with
massage sometimes. I'll massage my partner, then he massages me and
manages to 'slip' while doing do, penetrating me when he slips. You
also might find yourself turning me on more if you push my arms over
my head and pin them there while you're doing me in missionary.”

“Well, I'm glad I asked. Maybe we'll try that massage thing
later on tonight. For now, let me get the bigger dildos so you can
make a choice.”

Jake went over to the drawer and took out three dildos. The
biggest one was only slightly smaller than his erect cock. The next
largest one looked a little bigger than the largest cock she'd
handled in her ass and the third one was a little smaller than the
second. She looked them over and took the second one from him.

“Lube that up and I can handle it. Hell, I could probably
even handle your cock now but it would hurt. I think working up to
yours will let me enjoy it more when we finally get there.”

The other two dildos went back in the drawer and Jake lubed up her
choice. He pushed her back on the bed, knelt over her, and slowly
slid the dildo into her ass. It hurt just a little but Andi refused
to show that. Once he had it all the way inside of her, he reached
down to play with her pussy.

“You're wet again. One of these times I'm going to ignore
that and play with you some even though you are wet. Not this time
though.”

Jake had positioned himself over her as he finished talking. Once
he was in position Andi felt him drive his cock into her pussy. The
initial thrust caught her off guard and for a moment it hurt as much
as when the dildo was being pushed into her ass. Then she forced
herself to relax so he could fit inside of her more easily.

She continued to relax as he did her. Already she was enjoying his
large cock inside of her, at least when she remembered to relax. She
lay there, eyes closed, reveling in his attention.

There was no warning when he grabbed her arms and pushed them
above her head. Her eyes were closed when her arms were grabbed. They
were pulled up and held in an iron grasp. Throughout it all Jake kept
thrusting in and out of her.

Andi's eyes opened to see Jake's face over her. His eyes looked
lost again, as though he were living somewhere in the past. They were
focused somewhere, or somewhen, else. He was being more gentle with
her than any other time they'd had sex.

Her mind raced with indecision. She wasn't sure if she should be
offended or pity him. It was plain to her that he was still trapped
in his memories of Shelly.

Andi considered the situation. She could only think of two
options. She could stay silent and let him be lost in his past or she
could speak up and try to bring him into the present.

He was so often melancholy that she was sure she should try to
snap him out of his memories. That was what would be best for him. On
the other hand, she feared what he might do if she tried that. The
tenuous grip she had on her position with him might or might not
survive the attempt. If he decided to throw her out because of it
she was certain that she wouldn't find another position as good as
this one, assuming that she could find another one at all.

Jake lowered his torso onto hers, trapping her breasts between
them. He rubbed his chest back and forth so his nipples rubbed
against her own. All the while he continued to slowly and gently fuck
her. Even with the thoughts racing through her mind, her body was
still responding to him.

Her nipples were already hard when he rubbed against them but they
responded anyhow. They throbbed and tried to grow larger from his
attentions.

His new position had him rubbing against the sensitive spots on
the front of her pubic area with each thrust. She found herself
unable to continue thinking about the situation and let herself slip
into the pleasure.

Her decision was eventually made unconsciously. As Jake continued
to pleasure her, he was still distant. His entire attention was on
whatever it was that his unfocused eyes saw. As his own pleasure grew
he gave a drawn-out sigh. He interrupted himself by speaking.

“Oh, Shelly...”

Andi didn't think, she just responded.

“No I'm not Shelly, I'm Andi. Sorry, but I'm not her and I
can't be her for you.”

Jake's eyes snapped wide open. He gazed down at her, flinching as
though the words were a physical blow. The agony of a long open wound
temporarily scarred his visage before he tried to lock his expression
down. His efforts were to no avail. Emotions; his sorrow, his anger,
his despair all ran across his face in an instant that lasted an
eternity for her. She saw his eyes begin to tear up before he pulled
himself out of her and left the room.

Andi was shocked. She swung herself onto the edge of the bed, all
the while thinking.

Where did that come from? I thought I decided not to say
anything and just let it slide. I don't think it would have been
possible to phrase that worse or to pick a worse time to say
something about it. Hell! He's going to kick me out, I know it. Oh
shit, or he's going to do something stupid. I better go find him and
make sure he doesn't. Not that he's going to want to see me now but
it isn't like I've got anything left to lose.

Andi got dressed and went searching for
Jake. He wasn't difficult to locate. She could hear his racking sobs
as soon as she entered the hallway. She followed the sound down to
the basement and found that he was in the one room she hadn't been in
yet. She hesitantly tested the doorknob, finding it locked.