"What Comes After" (closed)

Lily was a bit surprised as the woman began talking about her life. She gave far more details that Lily expected. It made her smile. She was willing to bet it had been a while since Becky had really had anyone to talk to. She understood. She couldn't remember the last 'conversation' she had. Oh there were yells, threats and the like but actual talking?

She was a little shocked but only a little to find out that Becky grew up on a compound, the sort that made one wary. Doomsday preachers, survivalists and conspiracy nuts...Lily pictured a stockpile of guns, young girls and old men. She frowned a little and chastised herself for thinking that way. Becky was talking so lovingly about the man she called Pop Pop. Lily didn't get the weird squirmy pit of the gut bad vibe from the way the woman talked.

"No, no, not boring at all. It is interesting to see how different people survived you know?"

Lily smiled though she wasn't sure Becky could see it clearly. The fire was casting just enough light that Lily could see Becky's face. She watched her eyes lower and then rise again.

"Nervous? Why?" Lily whispered. Her heart sped up a little and she wiggled a little, suddenly feeling unsure. "You can talk to me about anything you want. It has been a long time since I had someone to talk to." She reached out and adjusted the blanket, pulling it up on Becky's shoulder. Her fingers brushed the woman's arm.
 
"Nervous? Why?" Lily whispered.

Becky hated how easily she blushed, and yet she did once again now; with any luck Lily wouldn't notice. When the other young woman pulled the blanket over to cover her body, a chill ran up Becky's spine and caused goose flesh to explode over nearly every surface of her body.

"I've never known any one like you," Becky said softly. There was a slight tone of sexual appreciation, though, not intentional. She donned her nervous tone and body language again, saying, "I mean … we didn't have girls like you in the compound..."

She hesitated, her gaze moving from the other woman's face to her bosom and back before she finished, "You're very beautiful."
 
Lily blushed now. Heat travelling up her body. "Never known anyone like me? You don't have red heads there?" She tried to laugh but it came out as more of a sultry purr. "You are beautiful too, Becky. And thank you for the compliment."

She took a slow breath in. Her eyes focused on Becky's for a moment. She unconsciously licked her lips. "I am glad we ran into each other."

Lily ran a hand nervously through her hair. As she laid on the pillow, it fell into her face. "You know, they always told me I should cut it but I like it long. Even when it ends up in my face." She was incredibly aware of how close she and Becky were, how she could faintly feel the woman's breath on her face and the heat from her body under that blankets.
 
"Never known anyone like me? You don't have red heads there?"

Actually, there hadn't been a single true redhead in the compound during Becky's decade there, but -- of course -- that hadn't been what she meant.

"You are beautiful too, Becky. And thank you for the compliment."

Becky giggled, saying in whisper, "No I'm not."

"I am glad we ran into each other."

Becky's smile widened again, and a moment later she agreed, "Me, too."

Lily played with her wild, red curls a moment, saying, "You know, they always told me I should cut it but I like it long. Even when it ends up in my face."

"No!" Becky practically cried out. She scooted closer to the other girl, hesitated at realizing that their proximity to one another was getting rather intimate, then reached a hand out tentatively, asking, "May I?"

She waited to see what Lily's reaction would be, then reached out to tough the red mane. "It's soft. Mine gets these awful split ends. How do you keep it so soft and perfect?"

Becky ran her finds down the length of the other woman's hair, and as she did, the back of her hand ever so gently made contact with a few inches of Lily's bared arm. Reaching back up for another go'round, Becky looked directly into Lily's hazel-green eyes with a longing look; she'd never in her life felt so … eager to make physical contact with someone … and this was another girl!
 
Lily was a bit surprised at Becky’s exclamation. She nodded. Her mouth was dry. Her heart was racing. She shivered a little as Becky’s hand touched her hair. Her hair, her arm. Lily bit her lower lip as Becky reaches up to stroke her hair again.

“I-“ her voice caught in her throat. “I don’t know...wash it..brush it a lot...”

She reached out her hand to touch Becky’s hair. The strands dropped over and through her fingers. Lily let out a soft sigh. “Your hair is really nice...I like the colour...” Her words were quiet, breathy. “You don’t mind me touching it do you?”

Her eyes lifted to meet Becky’s. Their faces were so close.
 
“Your hair is really nice...I like the colour...”

"No it's not," Becky said quickly, her modesty and shyness coming out.

“You don’t mind me touching it do you?”

As was true for Lily, Becky's heart was beginning to race as well, though, she didn't really quite understand why. She simply didn't have enough understanding of … well, anything regarding anything like what was happening here or might be happening here or wasn't going to be happening here. If you were to look up the word naïve in the dictionary, you would find a big picture of Becky Taylor there with a question mark tattooed to her forehead.

"No, it feels good," she answered Lily's question. She intensified her own admiration of Becky's hair … with the meaty part of the outside of her hand intentionally though still barely caressing down Lily's bare arm from shoulder to elbow with each stroke. Suddenly, not knowing what answer she expected or wanted to receive, Becky asked softly, "Do you know what we're supposed to do next?"
 
"Okay..." Lily kept stroking Becky's hair. She felt Becky's hand touching her shoulder, brushing down to her elbow. Lily unconsciously moved closer to the woman. She let out a short, soft moan.

Her eyes looked up at Becky. "Supposed to do? It depends on what we want to do..." Her mouth was so dry and it felt hard to talk. "If- If well..."

She shivered. Her nipples grew hard, pressing against her tank top. "I have never been in bed...like this with anyone..."
 
"Supposed to do? It depends on what we want to do..."

Want to do...? Becky thought as she looked into Lily's eyes and lower to her shapely round bosom. I have no idea what I want to do!

"I have never been in bed...like this with anyone..."

Becky's eyes widened in a surprised expression. "Never...? I thought … but you said … in your place you lived, you said … I mean, I thought…"

She had absolutely no idea what she was trying to say; Becky knew what she was thinking of course, that Lily had been with others in an intimate setting like this and, likely, had engaged in sexual interactions when them … in order words .. had fucked!

Softly she stated more than asked, "You've never been with anyone. You've … you've never been … with someone like me … another girl."
 
"I have seen it...my dad was pretty protective. The commune...most people humped and fucked anything that moved. Men or women...didn't matter. It is just the way of life...you are attracted to someone, you take them to bed and make them feel good."

Lily blushed. "But I haven't...not personally...I know that right now we can go to sleep or we can kiss..." She whispered it. "One of us would have to start it though...I kissed a boy once. Just a kiss."
 
Becky found herself beginning to tremble deep inside as Lily talked about the people from her community so freely having sex. When she admitted to having kissed a boy once after saying that -- if they wanted to do the same -- one of them would have to start it, Becky surprised her own self by whispering, "Would you kiss me? I mean ... unless ... unless you just wanted to go to sleep."
 
Lily blushed. She was sure at this point she was as red in the face as her hair was, if not more so.

She was about to say yes, to tell Becky she would indeed kiss her but instead the hand in Becky's hair grew firmer and as it pulled her closer Lily leaned in and gently put her lips to Becky's.

She held it there, just a press of their lips together until she felt Becky relax. When she did, even just a little, Lily drew back and then kissed her again.

Lily only pulled away enough so she could talk. "Was that okay?"
 
It was the most exciting thing Becky had experienced, and considering she's lived through not one but two global pandemics and the near destruction of all life on Earth by a massive asteroid, all following mankind's attempt to destroy their planet through pollution and resource depletion … that was saying a fucking lot!

She wasn't sure what to do with her lips, so she just pressed them to Lily's as Lily was doing to hers. They were soft and warm and wet, and the feel of them -- as well as of Lily's hand gently pulling her closer -- was enough to sent a shiver up Becky's spine, causing her to giggle.

"Sorry," she whispered softly before again feeling the other girl's lips on her mouth. Becky scooted closer and use her own hand upon Lily's shoulder to urge her closer as well. The third time their lips came together, Becky noticed that Lily's head had tilted a bit more in relation to her own, and she thought those wonderful lips had parted just a bit, so she parted hers as well. When they separated, released a pent up sign of joy, whispering with excitement, "That was very nice."
 
Becky giggled and Lily felt instantly embarrassed.

She smiled slightly. "I am glad you thought so." She pulled away a little. "So...yeah...kissing..."

Lily swallowed and rolled onto her back. She let out a shuddering breath that shook the bed a little. "You make me nervous...but in a weird good way..."
 
Becky didn't hesitate to take the opportunity to move closer to Lily. She rolled to her belly and scooted close to the other girl, holding her upper body on her elbows beneath her bosom. Then, moving closer yet, she laid an arm over Lily's belly, high up, very nearly contacting the girl's breasts, and laid her hand upon the girl's shoulder.

"Can I kiss you again?" she asked, but rather than wait for a reply, Becky leaned in and pressed her mouth to Lily's. This time, without really knowing what she was doing or whether it was right -- unconsciously recalling something she'd seen the couples in the compound do -- Becky parted her lips and extended the tip of her tongue just enough to touch the softness of Lily's lips.
 
Lily became aware of Becky moving. The woman was above her, arm over Lily’s body. Lily’s heart pounded against her ribs. She opened her lips to answer Becky’s question but she suddenly found Becky’s mouth on hers.

She moaned, surprising herself. When Becky’s tongue touched hers Lily tensed a little. The boy had never done that. Of course they were young and fumbling and nervous...though Lily was positive she was more nervous now with Becky pressing down on her mouth.

Her tongue brushed Becky’s and Lily felt a strange sensation like someone had shocked her.

Her arms reached out and lightly wrapped around Becky. It just felt right.
 
Becky had never kissed anyone before, boy or girl, man or woman. Yet, as soon as her lips parted, Lily's lips parted, and their tongues touched tips ever so softly and yet so erotically, Becky seemed to know what to do, that she was doing this right, that this was supposed to happen. The thoughts she'd had earlier about whether or not Pop Pop would approve simply vanished, and when she felt Lily's arms wrap around her back, she only wanted to be closer to this incredible, beautiful, sexy girl.

The kiss was oh so erotic, and yet it remained soft and unhurried; every movement was calculated as Becky -- now trembling noticeably throughout -- was so fearful that at any moment Lily was going to realize this was so very, very wrong. And yet, the girl didn't pull away, didn't object, didn't do anything but return the intimacy and passion and lust flooding through Becky.

Still unsure of what she was doing -- what they were doing -- Becky shifted her weight to her right hip and scooted closer to Lily … until she felt the bare skin of her upper thighs against the other young woman's left thigh. There was a yearning between Becky's thighs, a desire, a demand to feel something -- to feel Lily -- at the meeting of her thighs.

If the incredible redhead with whom she was so enjoying this wonderful moment did nothing to prevent it, Becky would slowly lift her leg knee and side it over Lily's thigh.
 
Lily could feel Becky shaking. She was a little relieved she wasn't the only one unsure and nervous in this. She felt Becky move, felt the pressure of her body on hers. For a moment, Lily tensed. Was she moving to pin her down and what? Cut her throat? Worse?

She felt Becky's leg over her hers, Becky's pelvis pressing against her thigh. She was hot...Lily could feel it through her thin pants.

Lily wasn't sure what was going on now and like many inexperienced in sex she remained very tense. Except her mouth...she kept kissing Becky. It would be easy to pull away and really she should. Kissing a woman hadn't been something she had considered before. She was utterly confused at how much she liked it.
 
Becky was feeling the same about the kiss; she'd never imagined that something could feel so … exciting. Lily's mouth felt so inviting, and as the embrace continued, Becky expanded what they lips and tongues were doing … she took Lily's lower lip between hers, just a bit, not as if she was going to eat it up … she touched her tongue against it, against Lily's tongue … pressed it a bit further forward, pressed the tips together … she tilted her head a bit more, then back, then over again … it all just seemed to come to her … and Lily was diggin' it, as Pop Pop probably would have said. Well, maybe not about this, but, it was something he said a lot.

What's more, though, Becky was almost instinctively pressing her crotch a bit more aggressively into the other girl's hip. She was burning up down there, and even though she didn't fully understand why … or understand why gently rubbing herself against Lily was making her feel good, she was still doing it.

But a movement in the other girl's body -- just slightly away from her -- made Becky wonder if maybe this was wrong, so she pulled back until they were no longer in contact. She separated their mouths, too, looking into Lily's eyes, giving her another soft kiss, and telling her, "I really like kissing you."
 
Lily felt Becky moving against her and her eyes opened in surprise. For someone who was so nervous earlier, she was sure moving fast now. Lily didn't know what to do and for a moment almost pulled away but then Becky's teeth moved over her lip and Lily seemed to quiver from it.

No...no...wait a minute... Becky was really grinding against her now and Lily tensed, started to move her arms away.

She was breathless. Becky pulled back, looking down at her.

"Yeah..I...me...too..." The heat spread upwards...her neck, her cheeks and her freckles stood out on the blushing skin. "You are sure you have never done anything like that before?"
 
"Yeah..I...me...too..."

Becky was conflicted by Lily's response; she seemed to have enjoyed the kissing as much as she had, but her body language had told another story.

"You are sure you have never done anything like that before?"

"No," Becky said. She giggled, adding, "I mean yes ... no, I haven't done this and yes I'm sure!"

She laughed again and flopped onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. Her arm was still under Lily's shoulder, and she gently pulled it out without making it look as though she was trying to escape. She rolled to her from side again; their left shoulders and arms were touching, but other than that Becky had ended the very intimate engagement that had felt so good in her crotch.

With her arms beneath her bosom holding her up again, she looked into the other young woman's face, giggled again, then -- fearing that to begin kissing again might lead to complications -- asked, "Should we go to sleep maybe?"
 
Lily laughed, nervousness abating a little as Becky laughed. She turned her head to look at Becky's silhouette. She could see the woman was unsure. The way her arms were crossed making it apparent. Lily felt terrible.

She rolled to her side to face Becky. "Hey-" Her eyes were soft. "I really did like kissing you. I've just never done that well like that. I am sorry I was so nervous." She reached out to gently let her fingers stroke Becky's upper arm. She hoped it was at least a little comforting.

"Sleep is a good idea. I have to start walking early if I am going to get to any place worthwhile. I have a map but it is old so some towns aren't on it."

Lily closed her eyes and snuggled under the blanket.
 
"I have to start walking early if I am going to get to any place worthwhile."

Panic set in immediately for Becky as she heard Lily talk about leaving Pembina ... without her.

"I have a map but it is old so some towns aren't on it--"

"I have a new map!" Becky said quickly, desperate to keep Lily with her. "I have a map … you know … to where I'm going … so … what I mean is … if you wanted … you could come with me."

She hesitated another short moment, then added, "I have a truck full of supplies, parked down the block. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it, but I didn't know who you were or whether I could trust you."

Becky looked to Lily's lips as she licked her own, as if to say We just kissed, so, now I know and trust you. "I have food and water … and stuff, other stuff. I'd share … you know … if you wanted to come with me."
 
Lily was unsure. People weren't exactly generous or known for sharing now a days. Why was Becky offering for her to suddenly join her? The big thing was the truck. Riding in one was such a temptation.

She opened her eyes. "Don't apologize. You don't know me from Adam. You are smart to keep the knowledge of a truck from people." Her eyes watched Becky lick her lips. She had the desire to lean in and kiss the woman again.

No...no...that would just be weird...and you don't want to risk losing this offer...

"It is really generous of you Becky. I will help you look for stuff. We can pool our resources. I'll take your offer. Thank you." She smiled. Her heart was racing. Her mind was going over all the ways Becky could be playing her, could be luring her in to rob her or worse, kill her. But to what end? What did Lily really have that Becky would want? She wondered briefly about slavery. She had heard a story of people herding up survivors and making them slaves....

For now, she would sleep and take the ride. After that she would just take it a bit at a time.
 
"I'll take your offer," Lily said.

Becky smiled broadly and then giggled. "Good! This makes me happy."

"Thank you," Lily told her before settling back again, ready to sleep.

Becky simply stared for a long moment at the other young woman in the low, flickering light, then -- pulling her pillow up under her bosom so that her head rested just slightly over the end of it -- she moved in very close to Lily and laid an arm over her midsection, just below her shapely bosom.

"We're going to have so much fun together," Becky whispered, thoughts of the dangerous, dying world beyond the bed lost to the delight and pleasure that had been her embrace with the other girl. Becky closed her eyes … and in no time she was asleep and dreaming of wonderful dreams...

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When she awoke, Becky found herself clutching Lily in a spooning position … not that she would have known what spooning was if someone would have asked her about it. The other young woman felt so incredible against her. While Becky's right arm was bent under her pillow, which was now up under just her head, she found her left arm wrapped over Lily's side, her hand in Lily's hand as it was clutched tightly between the redheaded girl's youthful breasts.

Down their bodies further, Becky felt Lily's tight, shapely ass pressed into her lap. Becky didn't know any other way to describe that portion of her body -- belly, groin, thigh fronts; if she'd been sitting in a chair as opposed to clutching a beautiful girl in bed with her knees bent as such, wouldn't … oh screw it, it was a lap into which Lily's wondrous body was pressing.

Becky was unsure of what to do now that she was awake, though. What if Lily awoke and thought she was being inappropriately handled? It would crush Becky, as she was enjoying this embrace so much; it would likely bring an end to their plans to travel with one another, too.

So … she decided that she would simply lay there and pretend sleep until Lily awoke and … and whatever … slinked away, said good morning, slapped Becky and asked What's wrong with you?
 
Lily was having the best dream. She was in a lake on a sunny day. The water was warm, the sun hot and the air cool. She stretched in the sunlight and sighed.

In the bed, the red head sighed softly before wiggling and snuggling up a little more. She was slow to wake, not her normal. She was an up and go with the sun sort but today the bed seemed extra comfortable, extra warm.

Her eyes opened slowly and it took a moment for her to remember she was with someone else. She looked down at the hand in hers. Very slowly Lily let it go and turned.

She felt bad. Had she pulled Becky over here? Had she slept like that all night? She also felt...odd. She enjoyed being pressed against Becky. No, she was just lonely. That had to be it.
 
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