Nothing happens, and we return safely.

The hike is quiet, and you can feel Scarlet’s distaste for you. You weren’t sure what to expect from her, but you also didn’t let your mind travel to anything beyond the events of last night. Doing it felt good, but now that you were outside marching around, it felt a little fucked.

Once back at the cave, you give the report that there was nothing of the ordinary— a job well done and without fault. Scarlet splits off once she’s inside and kicks off her gear. You think about putting up an act to show you’re going to throw the pictures away, but you don’t want Scarlet to see you doing anything near your cot.

Alexandra isn’t anywhere to be seen, and neither is Jordyn. You start going around the cave, finding ways to burn time until it’s nighttime. Your small talk with a lot of the guys there, who share cool and interesting stories about their smuggling contracts and gun-runs. Some horror stories about fighting the raiders and even some intense engagements with the Russian deserters from Canada. You hear more about the TC1, too, primarily that it’s going to get disbanded once they’re able to get back to the headquarters; Jordyn was a good advisor, but she doesn’t really know how to run the Tiger Cubs with real direction, everything done is by the rules and regulations present before her official take over… luckily, she was a regular before, and does what is best for everyone.

However, as the day dragged on, Scarlet eventually presented you with a chance to go through your rucksack to properly hide the picture you took of her during your time of intercourse. You admired the images of her mouth full of your cock, the photos of her beside Alexandra when she had her legs spread, the moments where both of them were side-by-side stimulating you, and even some of the more obscure shots with her barely visible in the background while you were mainly focusing on Alexandra.

Phantom lips around your cock as your brain dips itself in the familiar pool of intimacy as you remember some of the more defined details that pushed you further into ecstasy than some of the actions performed for and on you.

When you stow the polaroid's of Scarlet into another pack, your cheeks feel warm, and your thoughts are jumbled. Nonetheless, you hide them and concur up a pre-made lie to tell Scarlet when she wakes up and confronts you about the issue given to you during your patrol.

Even after that, you still had a couple of hours to burn before any activity could stir within the rocky interior of your temporary home. Without any of your original companions to bug, you decide to open up more personal conversations with the TC1 members. You pick the first person you cross paths with, a rather average-looking girl with choppy brown hair and brown eyes. She hauled a couple of see-through plastic containers. Inside were gun oils and rags, bore-cleaners, and clearing rods. You offer to help, and she gladly takes it.

You fight the urge, but as you trail behind the girl, you begin to watch her butt, and it swings left to right. You find her ass to be… not that impressive when you consider Scarlet’s or even Jordyn’s; eventually, your eyes glide up and notice that she’s much tinier than the others here. While all the others were solid runners or even bulkier men, she was petite and slender, like a snake but not as vicious or aggressive. Her hair looked clean but was also messy. She had no identifiable scent or had noticeable features.

Now, you can only vaguely remember her pretty without looking at her face. Not incredibly hot, not super cute, but not quite average either. Her breasts were small, and even though all she had on were jeans and a white T-shirt, her physique showed no alluring manifestations. “A hoodie,” you thought to yourself. “Or maybe a well-liked jacket.”

She took a sharp turn into a room. There are rows of guns here—hunting rifles, double-barrel shotguns, and some military-grade weapons, but of varying qualities. The girl sets down her boxes and turns to face you. Clean face, even in a room as bright as this.

“Thank you,” she says. “You’re Warren, right? I’m Tiffany.”

Tiffany extends her hand out to shake yours. She’s warm, tender, smooth— the things you like in a girl, but maybe not this girl? You weren’t at all attracted to her, yet you wanted to talk to her.

“What do you do here? Same as the others?” You ask.

“Kind of. I mostly escorted the shipments out of the uh, safer areas, but I’m usually inside whatever our headquarters are, cleaning, maintaining, and keeping track of everything.” She gestures to the notepad above the containers withholding cleaning supplies.

Your eyes met and locked as you both exchanged thoughts and pleasantries. Tiffany had a face that was easy to look into but a face you’d also miss in a crowd of three. She’s a good talker too, so there are no awkward pauses or the urge to say something to break any undesired silence.

You talk more and discover a cute laugh and a friendly smile, and a sense of humor that you can get along with. A few, genuine laughs come out of your mouth, and unintentionally, your questions become more and more personal. She answers them and usually counters them with a question of her own. For example, where you came from, some small parts about your past, and so on.

And then Tiffany nods to you, looks at you up and down, and then considers her next couple of questions of her own. Everything has been said already, but there’s still that foggy area of intimacy. “So, I have to ask you then, since you’ve traveled so much and all, do you have someone like special in your life?”

Delilah comes to your mind first, but you can keep her name out of your mouth. Flora comes next, but you know better than to mention someone so directly involved with you. You let out a small laugh instead of any names and shake your head. “You think anyone would want to date or marry a guy like me?”

Tiffany gives a smile and then apologizes with a laugh.

“How about you? You find a guy for yourself?” You follow up with.

Tiffany shakes her head; her brown hair sways before crossing her arms. “Nah, not really. I’ve LIKED guys before, but I guess I’m a better friend than a girlfriend.”

“You’re kidding me,” you say in disbelief.

Now she looks a little awkward. “Yeah. I’ll find someone right eventually, but until I’ll just say I’m saving myself for marriage and whatever.” She laughs but looks a little sad about it.

You regard her closer now and recall all of your earlier observations. She’s cute, she’s nice, and she can isn’t weird, but there’s just something… missing somehow. “When you say you’re saving yourself for marriage…?”

Her cheeks turn slightly pink. “Y-yeah… I’m a virgin too. A lot of the people with the TC1 are virgins. We have a strict rule about not becoming intimate with each other. There’s more to trust than sex and whatever, you know?”

“I get that, but you guys spend a lot of time in cities, towns, and villages, don’t you?”

“As I said, there are people I’ve really liked before, but relationships are hard when you’re the only one trying,” she rubs the back of her neck. “I’ll admit it’s a little crazy how many of these guys are married. The only exception I’ve seen was Jordyn, but I’m not Jordyn.”

And there it is… an awkward pause…