Joy is very aroused after her lesson, but makes it into work

By the time my chin has pushed the counter 150 times I’m shivering all over with need. Watching myself give head has always been bad. Watching myself stop and suck and swallow during the cock’s faux orgasm is much worse. I never knew I half closed my eyes while doing that, or just how damned sultry that looked. Bradley might get as aroused as I did by watching me do that to him, but then again, he only gets to see me do it once. I got to watch myself look like I was having a mini orgasm myself a half dozen times during my lesson. All up close and personal. And between the warmth of the cum shooting into me and the flavor of the cock, the only thing missing from this being a real cock sucking experience is a hand in my hair.

Bradley doesn’t take long to come and unhook me from the lesson equipment. As he tries to help me to my feet though, I shoo his hands away and instead stay on my knees as I unzip and pull his pants down. Once I have his cock in my hand, soft but quickly hardening, I start licking and kissing and sucking on it. I don’t even wait for it to grow fully hard before I slip it between my lips, moan with pleasure, and start sucking my fiancé off. All the while, my eyes remain looking up into his face. While I cradle and tickle his balls with one hand, I sneak my other hand into my pantyhose and under my panties and start furiously fingering myself. I already acknowledge that I have a problem with just how much I enjoy giving a blow job, and I know damned well that sexually satisfying myself while doing so will only enforce that appreciation in my own head, but I need these two things right now. This damned intimate lesson left me so aroused that I need to cum. Giving head might take the edge off, but I need more than that. And beyond my need for sexual gratification, the faux orgasms were almost realistic. Almost. They were close enough that I won’t be able to focus on anything else until I get the real thing. So, giving head while fingering myself seems to be the only option I have.

Bradley eventually grips my hair with both hands and starts ramming me up and down his length with far more power than the spring could ever provide. I’m mewling and drooling and slurping in ecstasy while Bradley takes total and complete control. And when he pulls me in, pressing my nose into his pubic hair, and starts cumming right down my throat, I stuff two fingers knuckle deep inside of me and flick at my clit with my thumb until I’m cumming just as intensely myself.

When we’re both finally finished, Bradley lets go of my hair and stumbles backward. It’s lucky there was a chair lined up behind him as I’m fairly sure he was going to fall backward whether there was one there or not. Once his cock slides free of my mouth with a satisfyingly loud pop I lean forward on one hand and pant until my breath is caught up and I feel the world stop shaking under my feet.

Feeling in control I gather up my clothes, give Bradley a kiss to his cheek, then move into the bedroom where I can get dressed and fix my makeup and hair. Ready for work and not bothered in the least from being unable to hide the ‘freshly fucked’ flush in my cheeks and throat, I step into the living room and giggle, seeing Bradley asleep in the chair.

After nudging him awake Bradley stands up, gets his pants back on, and takes me out to his vehicle. On our trip to the library, he surprises me by asking about work. About why I’d want to continue working. I guess it makes sense, since most women here go to work to find husbands, but I have to explain that I like working and don’t plan to stop any time soon. To at least alleviate some of his concerns, I let him know I’ll take time off work when we’re closer to the wedding and for some time afterward. I’m not sure if they have honeymoons or not, but Bradley does seem relieved by this.

When I step inside, I see Montana behind the desk. He glances up and I see a wave of disappointment cross his eyes, obviously seeing my sexually satisfied air. At least he remains cordial when I walk up, gathering everybody and re-introducing me. This time as Joy Willimas, fiancé to Bradley Atwood. While most of the staff here didn’t take any direct action with me beyond when I was bound under the desk, I can see in all their expressions that it’s a significant difference being a single woman here as opposed to being an engaged one. I was free to approach and possibly use before. Now I’m off limits.

After a round of iced tea and a few congratulatory toasts, we all get back to work. Montana takes me aside and tells me that he’s happy I’ve met the right man and that he’ll fully support my engagement and marriage. He specifically says that while he’ll continue to be available to me, he’ll step back his efforts and let me be the instigator in any sexual encounters. I breathe an inward sigh of relief, realizing that this one change will make it easier for me to get all my research done. I give Montana a thank you kiss, let him squeeze my ass a bit, then move back to work. Taking the cart they’ve loaded up for me, I head into the library proper. When I’m in a quiet and undisturbed place, I re-organize the books and then get to returning them to their proper locations. When I only have a few left, just enough to look like I’m still working if someone were to come upon me, I head back to the history section. I’m happy to find that the floors are beautifully polished, and the janitors are no longer present.

I pick up my search for the event that caused the exodus into the shelters between 2034 and 2046. I find several books that mention an event before the shelters were open, but that’s exactly how they refer to it. As ‘The Event’. I get worried on the third mention of the event as I’m starting to wonder why they aren’t referring to it as ‘The War’. I find the first book with relevant information just after the lunch break. I read through the pertinent passages a dozen times, but even as it sinks in, it’s so wildly unbelievable that I put the book aside and continue as if I hadn’t found it. The second book comes an hour and a half later and confirms everything in the first book. By the time I set it aside, my hands are shaking. I’m now desperately going from book to book to book, hoping to find contrary evidence. But the third book not only confirms the first two, it goes into so much more detail that it can’t be denied. It’s from a shelter just outside of what was Sydney and is now the capital of Oceania and is a scientific study of the effects from The Event.

It occurred in late 2046, but they had seen it coming for just over five years. The scientists took hundreds, thousands, of atmospheric and meteorological data points during that span so that they specifically could compare it to what happened afterward. They showed how the radiation destroyed the ozone layer. They showed how it collected in metal masses, making it gather and even intensify in large city areas. They showed how it combined with the changing atmosphere to create continent spanning typhoons that ravaged the open countryside and cities alike. Creating areas that looked like they’d been bombed. They showed how the radiation continued to grow for three years and remained at a deadly level for a couple dozen years. It wiped out almost all life not in the shelters. Not just plants and animals, but fungi, bacteria, viruses, and single celled organisms. Entire ecosystems were wiped out. The forests I’ve seen here are all younger than 400 years as they were mostly replanted.

I search a little longer, but when I find a similar book from a group of scientists in a shelter near what I still want to think of as Warsaw, I stop researching as I have my answer.

I take the two scientific books with me up front. Montana must see something in eyes or stance as he comes out and meets me before I can get the cart back to the desk. He sees that I’m holding onto the two books, wraps his arm around my shoulders and walks me back to his office. When he sits me in the chair in front of his desk and hands me a cup of tea, my hands are shaking so bad that I almost spill it onto my skirt. I hear him call Bradley, saying things like “I think you need to come here quickly” and “I don’t know, she’s not talking” but I can’t make myself speak up.

Minutes later Bradley comes in. He’s clearly worried as he kneels next to me and takes the undrunk tea from me and holds both my hands in his. He tries to get me to share what’s happened, but I don’t even know what to say. I finally turn just enough to look at him, the first voluntary movement on my part since Montana sat me down, and say softly “take me home”

We drive quietly back home, Bradley holding my hand the entire time. I can see he’s beside himself with worry, but he doesn’t make any move to do anything other than take care of me. When he parks the car and opens the door for me, I surprise him by walking toward Atticus and Catty’s house instead of mine. He starts to follow, and I know I can’t share this conversation with him. Instead, I push one of the books into his arms and tell him to give me some time with my friends and that I’ll be back in the evening. He must have looked through the book as he calls out from my driveway just as Catty is opening the door and inviting me inside, “Joy, what’s a Gamma Ray Burst?”