At the bottom

“Well shit” Zack thought as he fell into darkness. He didn’t even let out a scream, he was resigned to his fate, and he had a condom in his pocket and didn’t even get a chance to use it before he died. Suddenly he saw light below him, as he fell deeper and deeper he was able to see more and more until he looked down and saw a cushion below him where he was going to fall. “Shit!” He shouted as he fell into the cushion with **** that knocked the wind out of him. At least he hadn’t died a number of terrible ways, but smashing into a cushion at full speed wasn’t something he would look forward to doing again. He looked up as he tried to regain his breath and saw a figure plummeting down to meet him. “Oh come on!” He said as he grunted with the exertion needed to fling himself off the landing spot and onto the stone floor all around. He heard Heather’s moans and groans and just lay there trying to refill his lungs.

“Are you ok?” He heard her ask.

“I’m in one piece if that’s what you mean, far from ok though.” He gasped out.

“Shit, I should have let you fall alone.” She grunted as she rolled off the spongy material and landed beside him. Zack looked over at her and saw that her bikini top had come askew in the excitement of their near deaths. He stared at her bare breast, relishing in the sight of its presence in front of him. He noticed her pink nipple and the small areola surrounding it, before snapping himself out of the trance caused by the rise and fall of her chest as she struggled to breathe into her lungs. He tapped her on the shoulder, and she looked at him “Hmm?” She asked. He made a motion as if straightening a bra strap on himself and she looked down to see her predicament. She turned beet red and turned her back to him as she fixed herself up. “Had a good stare?” She said angrily.

“Oh come on Heather, it was practically in my face, I couldn’t not see it.” He told her.

“Pshh! Yeah, so what was your excuse when you walked in on me and your sister? Hoping you got lucky?” She grilled him.

“What’s wrong with wanting to get lucky?” Zack said defensively.

“With your own sister?!”

“Whoa, who said anything about that?”

“Then with me? I was this close to chasing after you.” She scoffed.

“Wouldn’t that have been a sight to see. You were fully nude weren’t you? I’m not going to pry.” He said.

“You better not.” She said with a faint pink highlight in her face. “Anyways.” She said clearing her throat to try and get past the conversation, which made Zack smile to himself. “Why don’t we find a way out of this place? It looks like an exact replica of the room upstairs.” She said. Just then they heard a grating sound from up above. “Looks like these doors are on a timer, fairly sophisticated stuff for natives to come up with a couple hundred years ago.” She said.

“Let’s follow the lights, see where the caves lead us.” Zack suggested.

“Good idea, let’s see just what this whole operation is for.” Heather said.