I was burning rubber. Not running
though. I hadn't run since high school. Unfortunately, I think my body was
starting to show evidence of my sedentary ways. That's another matter for
another day. What I was doing is that sort of nice, brisk, quick-walk.
Despite my
refusal to all-out run, I was making pretty good time. In fact, I was moving so
fast I barely noticed the strange things happening around me. For instance, I
could have swore, for the life of me, right before I passed Bandy Hall, someone
collapsed in the corner of my eye. But I didn't have time to check it out. I
had to get to sociology. Quick.
By the time I got to class, I had
already missed a good ten minutes. I never knew what to expect with my
sociology class. Miss Weymouth, the instructor, was a little unorthodox. When I
walked in, it looked like most of the students were paired off and discussing
something amongst their pairs. I grabbed a spot by myself.
Then I noticed one of the girls,
one of the 9's, looking right at me.
I did this. I know. It's sick. I
rated girls. I had since I was a kid. With my best friend, Patrick. It was sort
of a short-hand system so we could convey what a girl looked like without
having to get into too much detail. It was a simple scale. And it's not like we
invented it. Just a simple 1 to 10, 10 being the absolute highest. We never
gave anybody 10's. With this being a couple weeks into the semester, I had
already rated basically, all the girls, in all my classes. I know. I told you I
was sick. Whatever.
Anyway, the 9's name was Aubrey.
The only reason I knew her name was because this particular class was so
strange. Miss Weymouth always had us in getting-to-know-you exercises or class
discussions. After a few years of college, I was getting a little jaded. And
so, this class was almost like a throw-back to high school. Especially what
happened next.
"Hello?" Aubrey said, who
was now standing right in front of me.
"Hi." I was more than a
little surprised. And I was catching my breath.
Aubrey was a beautiful girl with
long dark hair. She was small in every way, except for some very ample,
perky-looking breasts. She usually dressed conservatively, but sometimes not so
conservatively. On those days, her clothes were a little tight. And her breast
size could be sized easier.
I'm not a pig. I'm just saying.
Just making an observation. Giving you some description.
Anyway, Aubrey was a sophomore and
was going to school to be an administrator or something like that. Preferably
in a school setting. At least that's what she said during one of our class
getting-to-know-you exercises.
"We're partners," Aubrey
said.
"Oh, okay. What are we
doing?"
"A project. I think it's
pretty major." She handed me the rubric.
I gave it a glance. "Oh. Yeah.
Miss Weymouth mentioned this one on the first day. It's our cooperative
project. It's like worth 10% of our final grade. It's a monster."
"Yeah. Well, we're partners
for it."
"That's weird."
"Isn't it?" Aubrey
nodded. "It reminds me of high school."
"Yeah."
"Anyway, she said she's giving
us today to start working on it. But the thing is, I have to go. I actually
have a job interview. So, do you wanna meet somewhere, maybe later today, to
brainstorm?"
"Okay. Where?"
"How 'bout Iota Pi Xi?"
"What?"
"It's my sorority house."
"Oh. Okay."
"I forgot. You're a
non-trad."
"Yeah, a dreaded non-trad."
"No. It's no big deal. Have
you ever been over by the frat houses?"
"No. Just driving by every
once and a while."
"Well, we're the big pink
one."
"Okay. Shouldn't be hard to
miss."
"How 'bout 7?" Aubrey
asked
"Sure." I nodded, already
repacking my stuff to head over to the computer lab.
"Wait, I got oceanography
club."
"Okay."
"Then zumba at the student
center."
"Okay."
"How 'bout 10?" Aubrey
asked.
"Really? 10?"
"Sure. That's not late for
frat houses."
"Okay.
Sure. 10."
After Sociology, I had Business.
Then Creative Writing.
During creative writing, there were
several fire engines and/or sirens going off outside and Prof. Bloom started
joking about it. "What in God's name is going on out there?"
"The Boogers are coming to
Jones Arena," one student said.
"Gees. I hate the
Boogers!" another student said.
"Well, regardless. For those
of us who don't give a damn about the Boogers, we have our lives to live. Who
wants to read their piece?"
As the class carried on it's merry
way, I noticed the guy next to me was in a bit of a stupor. He was staring off,
turning a little green, and drooling a bit. I was captivated. Finally, I said,
"Hey, man? Are you okay?"
"I'm good," he mumbled,
seemingly unable to move his jaw properly.
"You don't
look too good." When I said this, I noticed he had a red mark on his arm,
almost like a big dog bite. "Man, you should get that checked out."
After class, I was infused with
energy and took off for my car. On the way home, I grabbed some general chicken
at this little Chinese place.
Home was a little two-bedroom
apartment I shared with Phil, who was this guy I met online. Not like that. It
was this roommate search site. I don't know. He also was a student. We'd been
sharing the place for about a year and half.
Phil was cool but a little neat.
Too neat. And anal.
Gees, we're not gay! Not that
there's anything wrong with that.
Anyway, Phil just liked things a
little overly tidy. Also, he liked to remind me when things were his. Like,
"Hey, Eldon, you need to be careful with my chair. I wouldn't want you to
break it." Or "Hey, Eldon, take it easy on my couch. If you're gonna
eat there, you need to use my coffee table. I don't want you to ruin it."
I set myself up on the couch,
pulling over the coffee table to set my Chinese food on. I flipped on the TV
and watched the pre-game discussion on Game 4 of the World Series.
After a short while, Phil came
home. He was out of it.
"You just made it!" I
exclaimed. "It's just about to start!" Basically, sports was the only
thing we had in common. I continued, "The Sox are gonna start Mason. Your
big dumb Braves are gonna go down!" Just when I said that, Phil went down,
collapsing to the floor. I laughed. "What the fuck? Are you drunk already?
I know it's looking bad for your big dumb Braves but I didn't think it'd drive
you to drink!" I laughed again.
Phil gathered himself enough to get
up and fall to the couch next to me. He looked a little bit like the guy from
my creative writing class. I gave quick a scan of visible injuries. I found
another weird bite. His was on the back of his neck.
"What happened to you, Phil?
Just so you know, you're getting blood on your couch. I know how anal you get
about your stuff," I said. "Maybe you should go lay down."
"I'm sick."
"No shit, you're sick." I
looked closer at the bite. "So, did something bite you?"
Phil didn't say
anything.
We watched the game for a little
bit. And just as I predicted the Sox were beating the snot out of the Braves.
Then, around the 4th inning, the game or TV or both went black.
"What the fuck?" I stood
up.
Phil looked up at me. He was making
little wheezing noises and clinging to a bucket I got him an hour earlier.
"Okay, I gotta go," I
said. "I got this project thing with this girl. She's a 9. So she's really
friggin' hot. It's stupid how hot she is."
I'm not sure
why I talked that way around Phil. I didn't usually talk like that. Or maybe I
did.
On the way to Aubrey's sorority
house, I had to contend with some very strange traffic. On some streets, the
cars were everywhere. Some even abandoned. On other streets, there was nothing.
So, with all these abandoned vehicles, there had to be a lot of folks walking.
And that there definitely was. Some were running. Some were drunk. Or sick. It
was hard to tell.
When I got to the campus, the level
of drunk people wobbling around rose significantly. As I drove, I started
having a little bit of trouble with some of these people. They didn't want to
get out of my way. Some even growled at me. How fucked up is that?
I got to the street with all the
frat houses and didn't realize how hard it was to tell which house was pink in
the dark. Luckily, right up ahead of me, Aubrey pulled into the parking lot and
got out. I hurried up and pulled in behind her.
"Hey!" I yelled after
her.
"Oh, hi!" Aubrey said.
She waved me up to her. "Isn't tonight like the weirdest night ever?"
Aubrey asked.
"Yeah. It's weird. For
sure."
"I was just at the mall and I
swear, people were acting like animals. Running around and screaming and
growling," she said, smirking back at me as she pulled open the sorority
house door. Aubrey held it for me.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Once inside, Aubrey started for the
stairs. I followed.
The sorority house seemed
relatively bare, considering all the folks who were walking around outside.
What girls we saw, gave Aubrey a quick salutation and/or wave, which she
quickly reciprocated each time.
"How'd your interview
go?" I asked her.
"My interview?" Aubrey
turned around to look at me. "Oh right, my job interview. It was
good."
"Did you get it?"
"I don't know. Maybe. We'll
see." Aubrey turned and started up again.
In all, by the time we reached
Aubrey's room, we must have passed about ten sorority sisters.
At her bedroom door, Aubrey turned
to me. "Brace yourself. I never know what to expect when I go into my
room," Aubrey said and entered.
"What do you mean?"
Inside, Aubrey's room was mildly
disheveled. The room looked nice and pretty big. Not like a cramped dorm room.
There were two beds. One made. One occupied, where a girl was lying on her
stomach and slowly and sensually sucking a guy's cock. The guy was in la-la
land, giving us a weak wave.
Aubrey pulled me down to the floor,
in front of one of the desks.
"Should we go?" I asked.
"Why? If we go to another room
we're liable to run into something worse. Besides Brittany will be done in a
few minutes. She just likes to suck dicks. She likes the cum."
"Oh, I see."
"She's a pretty cool girl.
I'll introduce you a little later."
"Okay."
Then we heard a siren go off
somewhere outside. In the distance, we heard someone using a megaphone. It
sounded like a distant fair or festival.
"Gees!" Aubrey exclaimed
and got up and shut the windows and hurried back over. "You want a pillow
or blankets?"
I thought about it.
"I'm gonna get some."
Aubrey grabbed a comforter and pillows and sat back down. "Here you
go," she said as she handed me a pillow.
"Thanks."
"So, what should we do our
project on?"
"I'm not sure. Have you been
thinking about anything?"
"Maybe society as a whole. How
people can be so mean. And then others can be so nice."
I thought about it.
Then we heard the guy let out a
sigh of pleasure.
Aubrey and I smiled. Aubrey shook
her head.
Then the guy suddenly opened the
bedroom door and left without a word. A few minutes later, Brittany appeared.
"Hi, Brittany," Aubrey
said.
"Hi. Who's this?"
Brittany asked.
"Eldon. From my sociology
class."
"Hi, Eldon. From
sociology."
"Hi," I said.
"Who was that?" Aubrey
asked Brittany.
"Tim. Or Jason." Brittany
shrugged her shoulders.
"You don't even know? You're
horrible!" Aubrey laughed.
Brittany smiled. "What can I
say. I like cum."
Aubrey turned to Eldon. "We
can move this to the bed if you want."
"Okay."
We migrated to Aubrey's bed,
getting ourselves situated. Brittany decided to sit with us.
"Britt, we have to work on
this."
"I know. I won't disturb
you."
"Yeah right."
"I won't." Brittany
looked at me. "So, Eldon? Before I leave you, too. I'd like to know one
thing. But I don't know if I should ask you or Aubrey."
"What is it?" I asked.
"How big is your cock?"
Brittany asked and laughed.
Aubrey shook her head, visibly
embarrassed.
"Is it this big?"
Brittany made a gesture with her hands showing about ten inches. "Or this
big?" Five inches. "Or this big?" Twenty inches. Then Brittany
got up, laughing all the while, and went over to her bed and put some books
together. Then something in the window caught her eye. Brittany sat down, her
eyes a little cloudy. "I just saw someone attack someone," Brittany
said blankly.
"Really?" Aubrey said,
kneeling to find where Brittany had been looking.
"Seriously, you guys. This has
been the weirdest day. I swear," Brittany said.
"I know. Crazy." Aubrey
looked at me.
"Yeah. This guy in one of my
classes was all fucked up. And he had a big bite on his arm. It was nasty. And
he didn't seem to have a clue."
"I saw someone like that,
too!" Brittany said, sitting up. "At the book store."
"I saw one at the mall. Maybe
two," Aubrey said. "So crazy."
"Oh, and when I got
home," I said. "The same thing was going on with my roommate, Phil.
He was a mess. And had a similar wound on his neck. I kept trying to talk to
him but he was barely responding. He was just making this weird wheezing noise.
Then, after a while, he wasn't saying shit. Just staring, with those fucked up
eyes, like he was one of those fucking zombies from one of those zombie
movies!" I laughed.
The girls laughed.
Then we just
looked at each other. And like a ton of bricks, it finally hit us. Duh.
We immediately leapt to our feet. I
was freaking out. The girls were freaking out even more. "What do we do?
What do we do?" Brittany asked, frantic.
"We gotta get somewhere
secure," I said.
"I can't believe this is
happening?" Aubrey said to no one in particular.
We ran down the stairs and into the
living room. There were a few girls already collecting there.
"I don't wanna go out
there!" Aubrey screamed. She grabbed me.
"Okay. We don't have to. We
could just stay here. In this house."
"Yeah!" Brittany said.
"We got tons of supplies. There's a tornado shelter in the basement, with
even more supplies."
"Night of the Living Dead.
Night of the Living Dead," I said, trying to remember what they did.
"Doors and windows! We gotta close everything down. And use the interior
doors to barricade the outside door and windows."
By now, a couple other sorority
sisters had joined us. They started spouting off various things. "We need
to go get Jennifer!" "Chloe!" "Where's Rachel?"
"Rachel, get in here!" "Guys, get in here?"
The living room area started
getting a little filled up with the sorority girls.
"Wait!" I shouted.
"I know this sucks. But we gotta make sure none of us are affected. No
bites."
Everyone started looking at
everyone else.
"Was anyone attacked today?
Bit?" I asked.
One girl was crying. We all looked
at her.
"What is it, Tamara?"
somebody asked her.
"Denise," Tamara said,
through her tears. "She came home a few hours ago and showed me a bite
mark. She's resting upstairs."
"Fuck!" I shouted.
"Are you gonna do
something?" A girl with bright red hair and dark blue eyes asked me,
somewhat pissed.
"We gotta get her out of
here," I said. "One way or another."
"This is so horrible!"
Tamara cried out.
A couple girls
consoled her.
At Denise and Tamara's bedroom
door, I stood there, gripping a twirling baton like a baseball bat. The redhead
was right behind me.
The redhead didn't appear all
cutesy like most of the other girls. She seemed a little gruffer. A little
tougher. She had a plaid, button up shirt and jeans on. Her makeup was light
and her hair was in a pony-tail.
"What are you gonna do?"
red asked, still sounding pissed.
"What do you think?" I
said.
"Denise is our friend!"
"Shh!" I turned to her.
"Do you have any idea what's happening?"
"Do you?" red
said, even more pissed.
"I'm getting a general
idea," I said.
"And what are you using for a
reference? What you see in movies?"
"Well... I'm pretty sure this
shit is unprecedented. Except for movies."
"You don't know shit! And
you're not gonna hurt our friend!"
"Fine! What do you propose we
do?"
"Keep her in here."
"Quarantine?"
"What does that
mean?"
"Keep her in here," I
said dryly.
"Yeah. Exactly."
"Okay," I said.
"Then we're gonna have to board up her door."
"How will she get out to eat
or shit?" red asked, pissed again.
"She's gonna be a zombie!
She'll want to eat us! And as far as I know, zombies don't shit."
"That's all from movies!"
"Where's your room?" I
asked, pissed.
"Why? You wanna teach me a
lesson? You wanna fuck me?"
"What the fuck are you talking
about?"
"Exert your male
authority?"
"What is your name?"
"Rhiannon."
"I think I remember that
room..." I said aloud to myself and started looking for it.
Rhiannon followed me.
When I found it. I closed it up. I
grabbed my car keys and started trying to slip the hinges off.
"Why are you doing that?"
Rhiannon asked, pissed.
"You'll see."
"Why are you using my
door?"
I got the door off and carried it
down to Denise's room. I set the door on it's side. sliding it against the
wall, fixing it so Denise's door couldn't open if it wanted to. Then I realized
something. The doors open inward. "Fuck!" I slid down the wall and
sat down.
"Yeah,
they open inward, genius. Now, are you gonna put my door back on?"
I needed tools. Like bad! After
asking every girl I could find, none of them had a clue. I decided to go down
into the basement. I searched down there for a good half hour, when Rhiannon
appeared.
"Hey?" she said.
"Hey."
"Looking for these?"
Rhiannon held up a toolbox.
"Yes!"
"You love me now, don't
you!"
"Sure."
"They were in the tornado
shelter. Bet you didn't think to look there."
"I would have got to it
eventually. Where is it anyway?"
"I'll show you."
Rhiannon led me to the other side
of the basement, along the outer wall. In the wall, there was a heavy metal
door. Rhiannon turned the lever and opened the door. She flicked the light on.
She walked in. "We got tools in here. Or had tools. A couple generators.
Batteries. Blankets. Water. And lots of dry-packed or canned food."
"All right. Cool," I
said. "I gotta go."
"Hold on," Rhiannon said.
"What?"
Rhiannon grabbed the top of my
jeans, gripping my beltline.
"What are you doing?" I
asked, confused.
"We're gonna be cooped up in
this place for a while, aren't we?" Rhiannon asked, softly rubbing my
belly. "You're not the fittest guy ever, are you?"
"Sorry."
"Doesn't matter. You'll be the
only one around here with one of these," Rhiannon said, quickly cupping
the growing bulge in my jeans.
"Yeah. I guess."
"You're already getting hard.
I like that." Rhiannon smiled like she was gonna bite my face off.
"Well, I wanna see it," she said and started loosening my belt and
jeans.
"I gotta board up the
windows."
"What's your hurry? It'll only
take a second." Rhiannon reached into my boxers and dug out my curled
cock, quickly straightening with a couple strokes. "I like what I
see."
I was in disbelief.
"But how does it taste?"
Rhiannon said and then quickly knelt down and fed her face with my dangling
semi hard cock. She moved quickly. Rhiannon downed the whole thing with little
effort. But maybe that says more about me than her. "It's a good
size," Rhiannon said as she stroked my cock. "About average. Real
thick, too. The girls will like that." Rhiannon popped it back in her
mouth, biting the head and swirling it with her tongue as she started jerking
me quite violently.
Now, the thing about me is I hadn't
had sex in, well, years. Seven to be exact. Yeah, I guess you could say after I
turned twenty I hit a bit of a dryspell, there. Dustbowl dry. So, there really
was no cause for Rhiannon to jerk me so violently, I was ready to come the second
her tongue touched the tip of my cock.
And so came the sudden release. And
oh, what a release it was. Upon my first wickedly euphoric blast, my legs
started to buckle, leaving me no choice but to reach out with both hands and
clasp my fingers around the back of Rhiannon's head. Surprised by the quick and
plentiful first load, Rhiannon struggled to swallow it all down, before I
pumped the second load inside her mouth. Rhiannon was so overcome with, well,
cum, and who knows, maybe it was a secret fantasy of hers to drown in cum, that
she surprisingly started coming, too, screaming with her mouth full and sending
her hand down her jeans to play with her pussy. By the time the third and
fourth loads arrived, Rhiannon's mouth was so full of cum, she needed her free
hand to corral the inevitable spillage dribbling down her chin. I strained,
emptying the last of my cum inside her mouth, adding to the surplus of creamy
goo already there. However, when I tried to remove my cock from her mouth,
Rhiannon refused, latching onto my cock with her mouth and hand, as she sucked
and swallowed until she was all caught up, even sweeping the cum from her face
back into her mouth. Finally, her mouth was completely free to go back to
sucking my cock in earnest. And for several more minutes. She was even rewarded
with a sudden jolt of bonus cum for her efforts, which she swallowed quickly,
licking her lips.
When Rhiannon was finally
satisfied, she carefully laid my thoroughly spent cock back inside my boxers.
"We need to be extra careful with that," Rhiannon said. "It's
gonna need to last us a long time." Once she had my belt and jeans all
back together again, she gave the small bulge a quick massage. "Is it me,
or was that a lot of cum?"
"Seven year's worth."
Rhiannon's eyes widened.
"No joke." I wiped my
brow free of sweat.
"Are you a monk?"
"No, I just have terrible luck
with girls."
"Well, I guess that's about to
change." Then she stood up. "Come on, Milkman, we better go,"
Rhiannon said and led me out of the tornado shelter.
My legs were barely working but I wasn't about to
complain. My first blowjob in seven years! What the fuck! So, what if it took a
zombie apocalypse to get it. All I gotta say is, thank God for the zombie
apocalypse!
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