"Study for all three chapters leading up to the introduction of the next section, and you will be prepared for the quiz tomorrow. Alright guys, you're dismissed."
Not even the abrupt sliding of chairs scratching against the tile floors could pull Amata into reality. She was sitting at her desk in the corner of the room with her head propped on her fists, staring at nothing in particular with her brow furrowed. A memory that had little to do with today's lesson kept her mind occupied.
She participated in a sleepover held by Janice Wilkins in her vault over the weekend. The girls, particularly Christine, had made fun of her for not having as much as kissed a boy yet at her ripe old 18 years, let alone any sort of physical action that preceded kisses. Her argument of having the Overseer as her parental figure fell on deaf ears as the girls used that as ammunition against her. "Y'know, I think whoever touches Amata will have to clean crap from toilets and sinks as long as they're in the vault! No wonder she's still a virgin!" they roared, and she felt heat pool in her face like she did that night as their cackling danced around in her head. She wanted to disappear.
She felt a tap on her right shoulder. She flinched in slight irritation and looked up to meet the dark, hooded eyes belonging to the smiling face of her friend Kobe. The taunting echoes subsided.
"Oh, hey," She said, managing to smile after realizing it was only him.
"I thought you were no longer with us for a minute."
"I wish..."
Amata cradled her textboo close to her chest before joining her friend as the last students to funnel out of the classroom. "I can't wait to move on from this section to the other one. Feels like we've been stuck on it for weeks. I think learning about a bunch of old dead white guys isn't gonna solve anything. Clearly we have yet to learn from their mistakes..." Kobe remarked, as his companion nodded her head in agreement or replied with an affirmative "Mhm," every now and again. But once again, she was not present.
Her eyes had traveled discreetly over her shoulder to the back of Butch DeLoria's oil-slicked head, which was curiously shifting left and right. Within a second the young man had rotated his body to the side to reveal Susie, who had been in front of him the whole time. Their bodies were pressed up against each other, and their kissing was audibly sloppy. Susie's hand was clutched onto the collar of his jumpsuit with the other around his neck, while his hand was groping around her breast with the other clamped on her behind. Amata caught Butch's eye and he winked.
That's when Amata returned to Kobe, who noticed her brow furrow. "What happened?" He asked her. "Ughh... it's nothing. What were you saying earlier? I was listening it's just that uh," She trailed off as she was unable to come up with an excuse as to why she really wasn't paying attention to anything he was saying. "Are you sure it's nothing? I saw DeLoria back there," He sighed and shook his head. "Try not to let it bother you, after all he's always talking about the stuff they get up to in the storage room and isn't stingy with the details." He said, trying to get her to ease up.
"That's not surprising." Amata frowned. What she failed to tell her friend was the fact that Butch had been hounding her for the past year or so. Somewhat infrequently, as for one whole month he'd attempt unflinching eye contact with a cigarette hanging from his lips whenever she passed him in the hallways but for the week that followed, he would not so much as acknowledge her as they stood close to each other in line when they were being served lunch. He did not only rely on subtle gazes or purposefully tuning out her presence. In the library he'd make conversation with her, inquiring what "boring nerd shit" she was reading before he'd laid himself next to her on the couch, his body relaxed and his legs sprawled out where they were an inch from touching her own. Just close enough to unnerve her, but not overwhelm her. His powerful, woodsy cologne already did a fine job of that to the point of triggering a sneeze or two. He would then pull a magazine from inside his jacket, and just glimpsing at the glossy cover made her feel naked and vulnerable. A hazy photograph of a voluptuous woman with her nipples visible through a gauzy nightgown. Her suggestive gaze for the viewer felt as if she was hinting at the sordid content underneath the cover. "Now if you'd just loosen up, let your hair down and unzip that suit a little, that could be you ya know? I bet you're stacked just like she is." He would comment before nonchalantly flipping the pages. Amata would merely turn her head and her body would tense. Fortunately, if it wasn't her father, it was Officer Gomez patrolling the area so Butch would be gone as quickly as he arrived. Finally there was the incident where Kobe stood up to Butch after his promise "To show her a real tunnel snake." Amata was not sure what would have followed that day if her friend had not been there, and did not allow her imagination to speculate further.
Amata barely realized that she and Kobe had reached their destination, a chamber that led to each one of their living quarters.
But neither of them moved to say farewell, wave and walk away. Amata's green eyes were lingering into Kobe's brown ones and slowly they traveled. He was gangly, taller than she was by half a foot, almost outgrowing his jumpsuit. His face was long, flat and had a hairless, strong jawline. Each cheek was slightly hollowed beneath broad cheekbones. His fine, black hair was left long on top, and close to shaven in the back, tidy rather than for style like the popular greaser hair the other boys in the vault coveted. His looks had certainly improved since they hit puberty, but there was still some feeling that did not possess her like how Susie said Butch made her feel, like butterflies in the belly and blood racing when she looked at him. Still, he was handsome. She trusted him more than any other boy and plus he didn't make her feel like a walking set of tits.
"Amata, I was wondering if you'd like to uh," Kobe began to stammer.
"Would you like to have sex with me, Kobe?" The words came out a little too blunt. Even her friend was nearly slack jawed, as he ceased all movement.
Her words reverberated within his skull a few times. Before her bold statement, he was just getting ready to muster up the courage to ask her out on a formal date. He hadn't decided where, as there was a limited amount of places to actually go to in the vault. He could take her shooting. He could take her to one of the baseball games. They could sit his vault and watch motion pictures (where he could manage to sneak a kiss at least) but she cut through the possibilities and jumped straight to sex. He couldn't believe his ears. She saw how shocked he was, but she gave him no time to recover as she began to tell him that she chose only him to do this with, and how she wanted him to fuck her in the abandoned storage room.
"Don't do anything fancy. Just wash up beforehand and throw your jumpsuit on. I'll be in the storage room, just be there on time... like at 5:15. I'll tell my dad that I went to go run an errand and then go train, so that'll give us an hour or two to ourselves."
Kobe had to admit that her directness, though it caught him way off guard, also was kind of a turn on. An actual woman who knew what she wanted. Too many of the other girls in the vault acted flaky. Most were pretty enough, but he could never imagine them being direct as Amata had done. She was certainly the Overseer's daughter.
So he had done as he was told. He scrubbed his body with the purified water distributed through the vault for all practical purposes of cleaning, consumption, and plumbing. He wanted to make sure he didn't stink, so he grabbed his father's cologne and used two sprays after he jumped out of the bath and toweled his lean body off. An X across the chest was enough to incense the washroom. He was certain DeLoria bathed in a bottle at a time, for Kobe could tell he was coming around the corner two minutes before arrival and even lingered long after him leaving. After what felt like a long preparation, he grabbed his suit and zipped it up over his underwear.
He headed out from the bathroom and quickly made course for the door, until his father stopped him.
"What's the rush, son? I was just getting ready to ask you if you could do a favor for me." Kobe managed to conceal the exasperated sigh that was due and turned to his father, who was slightly shorter than him. "Sure thing, dad."
Amata felt unease in the shifting pit of her stomach. As a matter of fact, her entire digestive system felt like a collection of tectonic plates that were collapsing, the tremors making her almost ill. She checked the clock on her Pip-boy intermittently. Around 7 minutes ago, Kobe was supposed to be on his way over to her. He was normally punctual with classes and meetings, so why would he be late about getting to be intimate with her? He is a boy after all, she thought to herself. "If you don't come in the next 2 minutes, I am so outta here." She said to Kobe in her head, but to no one in particular out loud.
Then finally, the door cracked open and her friend entered the room. He closed the door behind him and walked over to where Amata was. She was leaning against a desk that had obviously not seen use as most of the furniture and objects in the room, but was still sturdy. She found suddenly she could barely hold eye contact with him.
But Kobe could not take his eyes off of her.
She sort of smiled at him after a few seconds of silence. "So... I take it you never done this before either?"
"Er, no." His face turned hot at the confession.
"... That's okay I guess. I was just thinking that - -"
"Because I'm a guy it's assumed that I've at least gotten around to 2nd base?"
"Well to be honest..."
"I have been doing a lot of practice on my own, though?"
Amata stifled her laughter by covering her mouth. It helped to ease the thickening tension that arrested them from moving further for a moment. But right after the joke the tension eased it's way back. Kobe had noticed that her shiny, brown hair was spiraling down her shoulders. She usually kept it pinned up. "You look real nice," He whispered. She smiled, but he could tell she didn't really buy it. "That's real sweet, Romeo. Trying to be my boyfriend?" She teased. He said nothing and brought himself closer.
Amata looked up at him and tilted her head. He noticed how huge her eyes and full her lips were, and imagined the latter to be soft. Then his mind went to second guessing whether or not he should find out. He pressed his mouth against her own. Amata's mouth remained closed but she returned the chaste kiss the best she could.
The two teenagers pulled away and stared at each other. Amata's eyes searched Kobe's face as he leaned down to kiss her on the mouth once more. With more confidence in what he was doing, he lightly brushed his tongue on her bottom lip. She giggled during the kiss. "That tickles!" she remarked, but nonetheless Amata was responsive to him while her fingers pulled down her zipper.
Kobe only stopped to look down at unblemished brown skin being revealed. She pulled the zipper down to her waist and he took note of the trace hairs that trailed from her abdomen to her navel. The young woman stood up and shrugged so the entire top of the garment fell down. She was wearing a white bra underneath. Kobe took a moment to gaze at her bosom before he reached out to touch them. Amata sighed and pushed her hair behind her shoulders as he did so.
It didn't take him long to start finding a way to remove the damn thing. He pulled at the front of the bra much to her annoyance. She rolled her eyes and grabbed his hands, placing them behind her back to where the brassiere hooked itself.
He had seen pictures of topless white girls in the magazines that would be floating around in the vault. None had a pair that looked quite like Amata's round brown ones. Their size was ample enough to fill his hand, and he did not hesitate doing so.
Amata watched as he entertained with himself with her tits, feeling ironically ignored. She couldn't deny that it was getting her going, even though his kissing and sucking were starting to bother her as he took his sweet time. "Hurry up, we only got an hour and some minutes," she whispered urgently, and Kobe looked up at her with a screwed up brow. Had 30 minutes passed already? With a sigh he reluctantly removed his attention from her breasts and gathered the remainder of the jumpsuit that still hung from around her hips and covered her lower body.
They were eased down to the floor, and now she was close to naked. His eyes trailed up her skinny legs but her underwear was still between them. Once again, Amata intercepted his attempt to advance by countering with one of her own. She had his zipper in her hand and she began pushing it down. His Adam's apple bobbed and he suddenly looked nervous. "Hey, um.."
"Relax, Kobe. I got you."
God he's cute when he wants to be, she thought to herself. She worked the zipper as far as it could go and pushed the jumpsuit down his slender body as he had done for her. But he was frozen in place as his jumpsuit fell at his feet.
Amata was now faced with the tent pitched in his standard issue boxers. His hands were clamped down on the edge of the table and his eyes averted from hers. Her fingers slipped into the opening in the boxers and she felt him among a thicket of curly hairs. The flesh was cool and soft but quickly began to gain mass in her palm when she tightened her grip on it. She had seen male anatomy books, but the real thing was much more fascinating. Her fingers massaged his length until it pointed straight out from his body. She was amazed by how much it could grow just by her efforts.
It was hard to tell, but he seemed to enjoy her touch judging from his peaceful face, eyes half-closed and head tilted back. Eventually Kobe reached to pull her up to stand with him, and once she was standing he kissed her a few more times and reached to take her underwear off with much less time than her bra took. Once her panties were down to her feet, he finally got to enjoy the view.
He stared blatantly at the neat triangle of sparse hair. Kobe reached between her legs and fumbled with the lips, pulling back when she flinched and whined. "Sorry," Kobe murmured as he slowly re-introduced one finger to trace the outside of her lips. She didn't complain this time so he began to rub her slit. He could feel the moisture that was produced, and she sighed, holding her head back.
A few moments passed of him exploring her, discovering he had poked her in her clitoris earlier, and finally locating her entrance where he decided to push one finger inside. The books he had skimmed through insisted that this act would make sure a woman was aroused and ready for the final act, and at least other guys in the vault attested to this fact. She gasped, tightening both her grip on the table and on his finger when it slid into the tight and already slippery space. She did not make any other indication that she wanted him to stop, so he continued delve inside and out, while Amata's teeth bore down on her lip. Kobe noted increasing wetness and heat coming from inside her. He imagined his erection there instead of his fingers, causing his cock to twitch.
After a while he pulled his sticky hand away and rubbed it onto his cock, keeping it sturdy as he slipped on a condom he had pilfered from the pharmacy. Once he had slipped the condom on, Amata decided to let Kobe take the reins from there. He let the tip brush against her clit, against the outside of her lips for a moment, trying to find it's correct location. "Hurry..." Amata whimpered. Kobe hesitated for only a moment, watcher her belly rise and fall with heavy breathing.
Slowly, he pushed the tip against the tight space. Amata's mouth gaped open as he pressed himself inside. The pressure from her tightening vagina enveloped him, encouraging a ragged breath from his lips. Then his penis slipped in the gap between her legs. "Whoops," He said as he adjusted himself at her entrance again. This time, pushing even harder. Amata winced, and he surveyed her contorting features with caution.
"If you want, I can stop."
"No, keep going."
She began to push forward so that more of himself could go inside. Kobe tried not to notice her eyes squeezing shut to the point of tears, and gave a sudden thrust of his hips so that he was entirely enveloped in her pussy. "Ouch," She exclaimed, reacting to shock from the speed rather than the discomfort of being stretched out. For a moment he paused in his current position to shudder at the feeling of being inside such a tight space, bearing down to the point he felt he might slip out. Despite the condom being the barrier between skin, he felt warmth bearing down on him. He moved out of her and then thrust again, his actions slowly giving over to instinct rather than thought. Amata watched as his face was no longer discernible, burying his face into her shoulder as his body lingered over her own. She could feel small spikes of pleasure here and there, but his cock was overwhelming and not so much in a good way.
She didn't complain, and moaned a little out of obligation as she drew her arms around his back.
After a number of times, Kobe slowed down considerably, and pushed into her one last time, with as much force as he could muster. She felt him pulsate within, and figured he had reached his climax. She felt slightly disappointed, but couldn't say why. I guess this is sex then, she thought to herself as she stared up at her friend, who's brow broke into light sheen of sweat.
"That felt good," He commented, and Amata shook her head and moved from the desk. It was only when she began to walk that she felt herself ache from their fucking. "Yeah, I guess so." He thought to reply, but wasn't completely sure how to respond to that. Was she being sarcastic? He wondered.
She hurriedly dressed while Kobe seemed to take his time. Noticing this, Amata got an idea. "It would probably be better if I left first so nobody says anything." She suggested as she zipped up her suit. Kobe shrugged. "Okay."
"Alright. I'll see you later."
They hugged, Amata suddenly feeling more awkward than usual. She released him and quietly exited, leaving Kobe to re-live their prior activities in his mind.