Todd is waiting for you.

Todd turns into the room at the sound of your approach, and sees what you're carrying.

"Is that corned beef? And... no, you're kidding. Whiskey? You're breaking out the good stuff."

"I don't think we can justify taking booze with us, so we might as well enjoy it while we're here." You flash a smirk at him and flop down on the bed. Taking a forkful of the beef, you chew the cold food with relish while handing the tin over to him. It's not taken long for you to overcome your aversion to eating this stuff without heating it up, and it's not taken long for something that would have grossed you out in the before times to become one of the best meals you have available. Several months of living mainly on trail mix, dehydrated mash potato, and salted crackers has completely changed your outlook. By now, the meaty, salty flavour of the beef is a particular treat.

You and Todd hand the can back and forth, happily sharing the meal, while you outline your idea about how to find a car. He thinks it's a great idea, and starts daydreaming about finding some classic Chevy or Mustang and having a romantic ride out together. You think it's cute, but you're hoping for something a bit more fuel efficient. You also pass the bourbon to each other, taking small sips that in your permanently under-nourished state hit you pretty hard. There's only about 5 oz left in the bottle - no more than a couple of shots each in total - but it's enough to get a quite a strong buzz going. By the time you're halfway through the remaining bourbon, you're looking at Todd with a smouldering intensity. Eventually, he catches on, and looks back at you with lust.

Wordlessly, you stand up and start to peel off your clothes, removing first your boots, then gradually stripping from head to toe. He's transfixed, but when you lift the sports bra over your head and free your hefty boobs to the cooling evening air, he seems to snap out of his reverie.

"I take it you're relieving me of my sentry duty," he quips. You laugh, and throw the bra at him.

"Yes soldier. I think we're safe. Now hurry up and get naked."

He scrambles to comply, getting tangled up in the unfamiliar clothes, but eventually freeing himself and revealing his lanky but newly-muscular body to you. Your eyes are drawn to the cock that caused you so much bother yesterday.

Stay in control Alana, you warn yourself. No more sperm where it can do damage.

"Remember Todd - no sex sex unless and until we know that I'm pregnant. I'm not giving your swimmers another chance unnecessarily. We can do anything else but you're not putting that cock in my pussy again. No matter how much I want you to."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"I don't want your apology Todd, I want you to make me moan." You stride forward, now equally naked, and climb onto the bed next to him.

Bowing your head towards his lap, you reach for his rapidly hardening cock and thank the fates that your apocalypse-mate is reasonably well endowed. The solid prick leaps at your touch, and you grip it firmly and jerk it up and down a few times, bringing a small bead of white moisture to the tip. Leaning in closer, you engulf the head in your mouth and lick up the salty fluid. As you bob your head back and forth, coating his cock in saliva and flicking your tongue against the head, you feel his hands reaching for you, groping for your heavy tits, and grasping at your ass.