Gabby's Game

By the time the pair of us were heading up the narrow winding path to our shelter our spirits were flying high. I take lead to enter into the clearing and look around. All was clear.

By now the heat of the day was cresting. Thankfully it wasn't as intense as yesterday, but still plenty hot. If I'd been at a hundred percent it wouldn't have bothered me. But now, after pushing myself through the morning, the heat was draining on my weary body. Leaning heavily on my cane I make my way into the shelter and collapse down to sit in the bed area. I found myself wishing for a proper bedroll. If we were going to be here a while a few creature comforts would not be unwelcome.

Gabby had followed right behind me. She sets down her bundle and begins to unwrap it. “You rest Willow. Just focus on healing. We'll pray later for your recovery, though you're already doing so good! I'll get us some water then change those bandages.” She opens her bundle and starts setting her scavenged old world food along the side of the shelter in a neat line. Organizing the different types as she did. She had found enough food to keep us going for at least three or four days. Also in the bundle was a half burned sketch pad, a wooden pencil with the eraser broken off, another novel, this one was in really rough shape, a pair of gardening gloves, and a ratty porno magazine.

I chuckle as I see this last item. I could make out on the water damaged cover a buxom, her finger pressed her seemingly over inflated lips and her wide eyed expression had a “I'm so naughty” look to it.

I point at it. “Gabby like?”

She looks down then rolls her eyes. “You wish. No, I, um, I got that for you. When you, uh, need to take care of business. You seem to be interested in girls.”

“Interested...in...Gabby.” I croak.

She turns her head away from me, returning to organizing the food. But in that second before she turned I could see her face...a bashful smile! “He he.” She giggles. “Stop that. We're both women. We can't even be married. Plus I'm a human, and you're a mutant. You are one silly Orc Willow. So silly. So silly.” Her giggling continues.

We were back to this again? Before I could respond she is up. “I'll get you some water. That throat of yours sounds so bad.” She grabs the plastic jug and the bottle and hurries off to whatever water supply she was drawing from. From the taste of the water, sort of dirty and plastic, I am thinking she had a rainwater collector set up somewhere close.

I watch her go then just rest against the back wall and close my eyes. I focus on my breathing and relaxing my muscles. The throb in my ankle was down to a dull pulse. I take my gun, which I had on my lap, and set it off to the side. In arm's reach just in case. I put the knife and boots off to the other side. Due to the heat I also peel off my tight tank top as well. It was only Gabby and I here, and she'd seen every inch of me at this point. A welcome warm wind wisps over my sweaty torso.

As I sit in the silence my eyes wander to the old magazine. That blonde on the cover...she looked so peculiar. Her waist too thin compared to her protruding ass. Her breasts too high, too perfectly round, too big compared to her frame. Her face, just, not right. The lips were like glossy red balloons, her eyebrows high and narrowly tapered. Her hair a bright blonde despite the fact she obviously wasn't one. To my eyes she looked like an artificial being, a rubber robot or something. The old world was weird.

I lean forward and grab the thing in my good hand. Resting it on my thigh I carefully open it up. The pages were crinkled and stiff from the water damage. Some of them stuck together so solidly I'd have to tear the fragile paper to see them. I didn't care much, I could see enough. The women on the inside of the magazine, and it was all women, didn't quite have the odd artificial look to the cover girl. Their smooth healthy bodies spoke to a safe and pampered time. The pictures were all suggestive, but always just short of actually anything happening. The women posed, sometimes bent over, sometimes legs splayed. They held their tits, fingers brushing their pussies, dildos held near their mouths but not actually in. What the hell was this shit? Quit fucking around and get to the point. Put the rubber cock in your pussy ya dumb bitch! Why dance around what the readers obviously wanted to see. I shake my head, maybe it was just the orc in me. I notice there is a short story section describing lewd scenes of various types. These were much more graphic than the hot but tame pictures. I couldn't read fast enough to really get into the flow of the scenes, having to stop too often to sound out the words. Gabby was a reader, she might enjoy these.

She is gone longer than I expected but after twenty minutes or so Gabriela was back. She had a sheen of sweat over her copper skin that gave her a lovely glow. Both containers full to the brim with clean looking water. The moment she rounds the corner from the path her eyes were locked on me. Her face brightens at the sight of me. She can't help but see my exposed breasts and belly, it doesn't seem to bother her a bit. She just stares at me a short time before she finally moves forward. I notice a stiffness to her walk, a nervous **** mixed with a new confidence. Her face twitched, trying to hold back a smile or a laugh. I could see something was up. Her eyes danced with a playful energy. It was an absolute gift to see Gabby's personality beginning to open up to me. She wasn't as afraid as usual, she had a friend and protector. This might be the first opportunity she had had in a long time to really truly be herself again.

God damn, she was so fucking cute! I had a distinct impression she had the intention of dumping some water on me. I can't stop a smile coming to my face as I watch her approach, I couldn't wait to see what was about to happen.

She sets the jug down near one of the supports then walks on her knees up to me and hands me the water bottle. Her twinkling eyes and impish grin still tells me something was amiss. I take a much needed long quenching drink but my eyes never leave my little companion.

Her eyes fall to the nearby magazine. “Couldn't wait to get a look a look at that, huh?” She asks. She brings her hands together and fiddles with her fingers nervously. What was going on here?

I shrug at her question in a “meh” sort of motion. She giggles and shifts closer. She was chock full of energy. Knowing we still had a whole other jug of drinking water I tilt my head back and finish the bottle. It was wonderful.

I lower the bottle and let out an ahhhhh. Before I could reach up to wipe the excess water from my chin Gabby had knelt up and done it for me. Her small soft hand wiping the cool liquid from my face. There is an intense few seconds as we just stare eye to eye, that bubbling energy finally gets the better of her.

Leaning in she kisses me! She kisses me hard and full on the lips. Her hands cup up in under my jaw as she leans into it, her slender body pushing down into mine, her rough overalls brushing roughly against my exposed nipple. Before I could even gather my wits it was over! Pushing off of me she sits back and takes the water bottle from my loose grip and goes on as if nothing had happened, continuing what she'd been talking about as if the kiss never occurred.

“I thought you'd like that picture book, that's why I grabbed it.” She turns and crawls to the jug to refill the bottle. “Don't you find it weird that almost all of the women are white? I mean, what's up with that, right?” She'd obviously looked through it herself. “And those poses, my goodness! Leaves nothing to the imagination.”

“Gabby?” I say.

She looks over her shoulder at me with a frisky grin yet she continues to pretend nothing happened. What was this girlish game she was playing? Did she want to get it on? Didn't she just say before she left that we couldn't?

As she returns she stops just short of my reach. A joyful mischief still crackling just under the surface. I extend my hand toward her and she pushes it downward and away. Whatever was going on in that kooky little head of hers she wanted to be the one directing things. She then pushes the water bottle back into my hand. “Thirsty? Hot?”

I lock eyes with her. She was practically daring me to take another pull from the bottle.

“Gabby?” I say again.

She gives me an almost imperceptible little shake of her head. “Shh, save your voice. Don't talk.” She takes a tense breath then whispers. “Have a drink.”

I slowly bring the bottle to my mouth and take a short sip. I bring my arm down to my side. Again she leans in and kisses me. This time she plants her hands on my biceps so that I would not grab her. I lean my head into it this time, her soft lips press into mine. All too quickly she sits back again. Her breath had noticeably quickened, a flush came across her cheeks. Reaching down she takes the water from my hands and takes a hasty drink. Lowering it just as quickly she looks at me and waits excitedly.

Fuck, I didn't need a second chance! I lean toward her and wrap my good arm around her. Planting her with hard kiss, my tongue this time pressing through our open mouths into her. She tasted sweet ambrosia. “Mmmm.” She hums.

I feel her push against my chest. Gah! I wanted more! But I would follow her lead. I would play this game with her. Leaning back I return to my sitting back position. She hands the water back to me. Waiting with the cutest smile.

Taking the bottle I don't bring it to my mouth this time. Instead I tilt my head to the side and pour just a bit onto my neck. I feel the cool splash of water trickle down over my shoulder and down my bare back.

Her eyes widen, as does her grin.