EroticReverie

Roman

I give the wet clothes to Griffin to hang outside to dry, and watch the small interaction between Hawk and Anna outside before turning when she makes her way to the cabin. 

Little Anna, wasnt little at all. She was at least five foot nine, maybe five ten. Sixteen, but I'd fucked her like she was a woman. Because that's what she was now, what she had to be. In life before the outbreak, I wouldnt have fucked a sixteen year old "practically seventeen" year old. But life was..this now. And I wasnt sure how long it would take for the world to get back to normal, or if it even would. 

I couldve been nicer for being her first time. I couldve been gentler. She'd asked me to. And id ignored it. Taken what I wanted, my part of the transaction for giving her a safe place to sleep for the night. The way I planned on taking what I wanted when I made the deal with her. So why did I feel like a fucking dick? Because you are Roman. I tell myself. You fucked a sixteen year old girl just begging to survive, and only let her stay under the promise of spreading her fucking legs for you.  We'd made rules , me and the guys. No others. Nobody comes in. And once we go out, we're not allowed back in , due to fear of infection. Yet when me and Hawk had been patrolling in the evening, finding a brown haired trespasser with hands on river on her knees, my dick throbbed, ached for a fucking woman. I know Hawk's did too. We all fucking did. 

I believed women were soft creatures. Always have. But men? Were animals. Women could live with a fucking dick inside of them, but men? We werent made to live without fucking. It was programmed into us. It's why you always hear about older virgin men snapping one day and hating women simply because they cant get fucking laid. We were not the fairer sex, that was for fucking sure. 

But I suppose that's why it was a silent agreement, without even having to discuss it, that we needed something...needed her...needed to fucking keep her. It just so happened that she was looking to be kept. Take care of. Protected. 

She's quiet when she comes in. She looks around, grabbing her bag from the floor where I dropped it last night after dragging her to the cabin. It wasnt the smartest thing I've ever done, but there was no protest from Hawk either as I'd touched her, not knowing whether or not she was infected. But i suppose in that moment, my fucking animal brain was in charge, and I'd just saw something worth sticking my dick in and wanted it no matter the cost. 

I could have waited a few more days, but also, I couldnt. Flynn and Brandy had already tasted her tits. And I was an animal. I wanted to lay fucking claim to her. So seeing them already with their hands and mouths on her, then...fuck, watching her bathe, watching the water drip over her, those hard nipples, that full bush between her legs, it all  put my waiting period in the trash. 

I watch her take her brush out and begin to run it through her damp hair. Standing there in her sneakers and my t shirt. She's tall so it doesnt hang too low, but enough for her to wear it a dress. A loose, but short one. 

I wouldnt apologize. What was the point in that? This was the arrangement, and I had no intention of changing it either. She needed us. We needed her. For different reasons of course. 

I let her brush her hair as I wait, watching, she stands there, her side to me as she finishes brushing and braids her damp hair and ties it off with a little black elastic band at the end. 

She pulls out a small ziploc with a tooth brush and toothpaste. I'd wonder what else is in her bag, if I hadnt already looked. Just to see if she had any weapons, anything at all. but no, all Anna had brought in her little "Survival" pack. Was a few pairs of pants, a few shirts. A few pairs of underwear and half a dozen pairs of socks. A hairbrush. A toothbrush and toothpaste. And a fucking lighter. That was it. No knife, no flashlight, fucking nothing. The girl had zero knowledge about how to fucking survive and it pissed me off more than it should have as I'd rummaged through the bag this morning. What the fuck did she plan on doing? Weilding a fucking lighter at someone if they came for her? But , some people just arent fighters.  Their strengths lie elsewhere. Lucky for her , we've got more than a fucking lighter and a toothbrush to help her. 

She grabs a pair of underwear from her bag and a pair of leggings. Also not the best choice of clothes, but I suppose they're thing enough to carry more than just a few pairs. Unlike jeans or pants that are thicker material that would be heavier and take up more space in pack. 

i watch her pull on her panties. Plain soft pink ones. Nothing fancy, but with the way my blood is rushing to my dick, you'd think she was pulling on a g string. She pulls on her leggings and then grabs a pair of socks and looks at them, shakes her head slightly, making my lips twitch. 

Only use what you need to. As if she's taking my words into consideration. She kicks off her shoes and then places them near the door. 

"You ready to cook breakfast?" I ask her when she turns around. Her eyes lift to me. She gives a nod and walks through the cabin to me. 

The cabin was furnished well enough. Me and the guys came here in the early stages of the outbreak. We had a radio but stopped turning it out. Not wanting to waste the batteries. Only turning it on for half an hour each night to listen to the broadcasts that we could, to listen to how bad it got. But now....there were no broadcasts. When eight percent of the population is dead, theres nobody to "go to work" to share any news. We werent the only ones off the grid now. Everyone was. 

"Go grab some of the meat and meet me at the grill. "I say and she nods and walks out the back of the cabin and down into the makeshift cellar that took us two weeks to dig. It wouldnt work as a freezer, but kept the meat cold enough to work as a fridge. And some days. It was empty. Some days we didnt eat, if we couldnt fucking catch enough. And there was no point in killing more than what we could it, if it would just spoil. No point in forraging more than what we could eat within a few days. 

The grill was just that, the grill from inside the one that had been up along side the cabin. But now was placed over the fire pit that was already outside the cabin when we arrived. 

We're all skilled in hunting and skinning and cleaning the animals we kill. I was sure that Anna was definitely not, seeing as how she'd only brought a fucking lighter. 

"Im taking you hunting later." I say and she stops in her tracks with the meat in her hands. 

"You're lighter isn't going to feed you if something happens to the rest of us." I say and she narrows her eyes at me. 

"If you stay here, then you need to learn how to survive being out here. Because while the deal is we'll do the fucking work needed to keep you safe and fed. You still need to fucking learn how to take care of yourself." I say. 

"Whats going to happen to you?" She asks. 

"Anything could fucking happen. You really want to depend on other people? Your pussy can save you right now Anna, but -"

"Okay. got it. I fucking got it." She says and looks away from me and walks over and lays the meat on the grill. 

After making her try for twenty minutes to start a fire. She huffs and whines. 

"I cant fucking do it." she says angrily. 

"Yes you can. So fucking do it." I say and she looks up at me, her brows pinched. 

"Let me use my lighter." She says.

"No. Fucking use your survival skills." 

"I fucking have none!" She yells and her hands go up in the air. 

"So that's it? You just fucking give up, and what happens when your lighter runs out?" I ask her. 

"I guess i just find another cabin of men that want to fuck me!" She yells and Im torn between smirking and slapping her fucking mouth.

"Grab the stick. And try again." I say. 

"I already tried!" 

"TRY AGAIN." I say and her head jerks slightly as I yell. 

She huffs and snatches up the stick. 

I could teach her with the flint rocks from the river bed. But wanted her to learn this way first. Just two sticks a little bit of kindling. 

"god damnit" she huffs five minutes later when she stops. 

"If you stop, the wood wont heat enough" I tell her.

"it wont heat enough anyways!" she says and tosses the stick. 

"Food done?" Brandt asks as he rounds the house with a rope of strung dead rabbits and a few squirrels over his shoulder. Anna gasps and looks away from them. To the meat on the grill. She whimpers. 

"Not yet." I say to Brandt and nod for him to go around the side of the house. 

Anna is on her knees, hands on her knees, head down, clearly crying. 

I squat down beside her, arms on my knees. 

"Look at me." I say. 

She lifts her head and tears roll down her cheeks and her eyes lift to me, her lashes wet. Her blue eyes a bit darker when she cries. 

"It's not easy. But it will be. You just have to learn , and practice." I say and she just looks away and back at the meat. 

"Look at me." I say and she sighs and turns her head again.

"What?" she says with annoyance and wipes the back of her hand under her nose, then swipes fingers under he eyes. 

"Part of the deal, was us taking care of you. Part of that, is this, teaching you how to take care of yourself. Yeah?" I say and look her in the eyes. 

"I cant do it" she cries and her lip trembles. 

"Yes you can. But not if you give up. And that's another thing we don't do here. We dont lie. And we dont give up. Now pick it up...and try again." 

"Youll all starve if you wait for me to start this fire." she sniffles. 

the corner of my lip ticks.

"Pick up the stick Anna." I say , gently, encouragingly. 

I instruct her as she goes, urging her, staying right there crouched beside her. 

"That's good, better, now faster...yes...there you go...see the black right there? That black dust? You're doing so good, keep going...there you go..don't stop Anna, you got it."

"I'm doing it!" She shrieks, her hands moving back up and rolling down the shaft of the stick again as she keeps it moving in her palms. 

"Roman! I'm doing it!" She says as the swirls of smoke begin twirling at the base.

"Good alright, now you can top, that's good, now careful...here .." I say and then point to the little black build up of dust, the ember there." 

"Now you dont need to rush..that's burn like that for a few minutes...you want to be careful...here...take this...and gently move the ember out of the wedge" I say and hand her a little twig.

"Im gonna fuck it up" she says her hand shaking as she leans over it.

"no you wont, the hard part is done" I say and then grab the little nest of kindling and make a little divot for her place the ember in.

"now gently , lift the plate and slide the ember in the middle right here." I point to the middle and she lifts the little wooden plate off the ground.

"there you go, good" I say and she's watching the ember burn in the middle. 

"now, wrap it up gently." I say and she closes her hands around the little nest and covers the ember.

"Good now pick up and blow into it." I instruct her and she cups it in her hands and blows. 

"You can even wave it in the air back and forth." I say and hold out my hands as if I was holding it and show her the motion. 

Her eyes light up a few moments later and she gasps as she sees it start to catch fire.

"I did it!" She shrieks. "I fucking did it!" 

There's tears rolling down her cheeks, but she's smiling. 

"now put it under there, and start adding the smaller sticks." I say as I see Hawk and Shane walk around the house. They keep back. Watching. 

"Good , just like that..that's perfect." I say as she focuses and smiles as she keeps adding the smaller sticks. I point to the next pile. 

"Now some of the little bit larger ones" I say and she reaches for them, carefully placing them. 

The fire climbs and reaches beneath the grill and I have her add a few of the thicker branches and then when it's enough I let her know. 

She sits there, hands clasped in front of her face and she smiles. 

"I did it." She whispers behind her hands. I cant help the smile on my lips as I watch her just stare at it. Her hard work. The payoff. The proof that she's capable. 

"And you wanted to use a lighter." I say and she turns her head. 

"thank you." she says and I just give her a nod. She turns and wraps her arms around my neck, stunning me, back me lose balance and fall right onto my ass. 

"thank you Roman" she cries. 

"Oh, uh...yeah, you're welcome" I say as I pat her back.