The Walking Lonely

TITLE: The Walking Lonely

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of ?

FANDOM: The Walking Dead

SHIP: Glenn / Maggie

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 2

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: SPOILER ALERT: SEASON 2, Ep4. General. How Glenn and Maggie helped ease each other’s loneliness.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Walking Dead. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Walking Dead fanfic. I apologize beforehand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER ONE – First Steps

Glenn watched Maggie’s easy, practiced, rhythmic sway in the saddle with the steady gait of her horse. Her worn, brown cowboy hat, that was only a shade or so darker than her chestnut hair bobbed as he let his horse trail hers into town. He kept an eye out, scanning the surrounds vigilantly, his free hand resting on the butt of the rifle holstered to the saddle as they headed deeper into town, the pharmacy their destination. Hershel said the town was clear in daylight hours, but it didn’t pay to get complacent, walkers had a way of surprising you and it was never a pleasant surprise. However, even with his vigilance and the distraction of Lori’s little request and its implications, his eyes kept coming back to her to linger for a while.

He liked Hershel’s eldest daughter. After the fact that she was casually gorgeous: her figure a combination of athletic and lush femininity with curves in all the right places; and soft, angelic features that were framed by straight, chestnut hair and housed her large, expressive blue eyes, sculpted nose and full lips; she always somehow managed to smell good. She was also smart and easy to get along with, which was something he had seldom experienced with women in the past even before things went to zombie hell. Her Texan twang also somehow made her seem exotic, at least in his eyes. He liked her relaxed country, cowgirl attire. It suited her. There was something about a woman in a cowboy hat and boots that really did it for him, but was way too shy to say so.

She’d seemed a little freaked when they had to kill the walker that had fallen down the well. It was strange what you could get used to when the circumstances required it. Seeing and killing walkers was almost second nature for him now after everything they had seen and done while on the road. He pulled his horse a little closer to hers and tried to bring up his understanding of her situation and his concern for her, but she shrugged it off and told him she was okay. His words had sounded pathetic and rambling in his ears, so he didn’t push her on the subject. He watched as she gracefully dismounted, but was more impressed as she studied the street and then the door and window of the pharmacy, holding the pommel of the saddle, tensed to get back onto the horse at any sign that things were out of place. It was a fair bet that walkers wouldn’t close doors behind them and with the windows and the door itself intact there wasn’t much chance of one or more of them lurking in the abandoned store. Yet, she was still cautious and he approved. He stayed mounted for a while longer, using the higher vantage point to scan the street once more before he dismounted. She flung her saddle bags over her shoulder and made her way to the door.

He checked through the window as well, just to make sure. A sign proclaiming: “TAKE WHAT YOU NEED AND GOD BLESS” sat in the window and it gave him hope that maybe the owners had left of their own, relatively free will and not running from walkers. He looked at her and then with a nodded, he opened the door and they entered. They both paused tensely just inside the door listening as the tinkle of the bell above the door faded and silence returned. A rustle or a moan or any sound they couldn’t recognize or readily identify the source of would have had them backing out and on their horses, but the silence held. “I’ll go see what antibiotics are left.” She told him crisply after another minute or so of silence and then asked him what else was on the list. He needed to find the item Lori had requested without Maggie knowing, so he handed her the list and said she should get started. She nodded and asked what he was going to do. He told her he was going to see what else there was to grab, just general stuff and was proud of himself that he didn’t exactly lie to her.

Glenn quickly checked the note Lori had surreptitious slipped him and waited until Maggie was out of sight, checked that she was and then put his backpack on the floor and started to look around on one knee as the top shelves had already been picked clean. He didn’t quite know where to look for what Lori wanted and people had been raiding the shelves for a while and they were sparsely populated as well as there being things scattered on the floor. He brushed a bottle of baby oil closer to his pack for later retrieval as he rifled through the stuff on the floor. A jumble of boxes caught his eye on one of the lower shelves. The first one he picked up was a box of condoms, as was the second and the third and he tossed them aside to fall to the floor. He scanned the floor again and this time hit pay dirt. He turned it over to study it thoroughly to make sure it did everything that Lori had specifically asked for.

“What did you get?” her query startled him out of his preoccupation and he scrambled to get the box hidden in his pack. He wasn’t sure what she had seen as she appeared from the back of the store and stood to face him where he stood between the shelves at the front of the pharmacy. He blindly grabbed what felt like a box of the same dimensions as he had been holding and rose to face her. “Nothing, like I said, just general stuff.” He replied, turning the box he’d hastily grabbed nervously in his hands. “Condoms?” She wondered incredulously and he groaned inwardly at his misfortune and exhaled sharply in embarrassed exasperation as his eyes flicked down to confirm what he was holding and then back to her face. “Do you have a girlfriend I don’t know about?” she asked him curiously before he could respond. “No.” he answered her second question assured that the first had been rhetorical as she could clearly see what he was holding. He was rather proud and happy that he could answer her question.

“Then, you’re a pretty confident guy.” She noted with just a hint of challenge to her tone and both his pride and happiness faded. He felt his cheeks flush as he connected the dots and realized that she thought he was propositioning her. “No… No. No… I… I wasn’t… I wouldn’t…” he stammered as he tried to explain, but she cut him off. “Somethin’ wrong with me?” she asked indignantly and insulted with a little of anger in her eyes, her fist dug into her hip and a tilt to her head to encourage him to explain. Glenn groaned inwardly as he realized he’d managed to make it worse. “No.” he replied firmly and emphatically, trying to convey that there was definitely nothing wrong with her, in fact, exactly the opposite. “I… I… I wouldn’t have… Have sex… I… I… Errrr…” he sputtered, starting to panic and then squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to steady himself and then opened them. “I… I’m lost here. I’m…” He finally admitted honestly with a slow, rueful shake of his head when he realized he was babbling and it was getting him less than nowhere, because he really didn’t know where he wanted to go.

Maggie moved just a little closer to him, her features softening and a gentle smile curved her lips as she searched his face with a speculative look. “I’ll have sex with you.” She volunteered quietly, but clearly and resolutely with a slow nod. He blinked rapidly in astonishment. The words echoed in his mind and their import filtered into his body, causing him to stiffen in his boxers. The words had been crystal clear in the still air of the very real, abandoned pharmacy, yet he just couldn’t shake the feeling that he might be dreaming. “Really?” he found himself asking knowing that even his subconscious could not come up with a believable answer and she looked down and away from him thoughtfully for a moment. “Why?” he continued, unable to stop himself as the situation started to feel more and more surreal. “You’re asking questions?” she countered incredulously even though her smile broadened and her eyes twinkled with amusement as they returned to his. The pink tip of her tongue made a slow circuit of her lips and he followed it as if mesmerized. “I just can’t help wondering?” he persisted despite his growing arousal and the voice in the back of his mind that was screaming for him to shut up and just go with it.

“Well, it’s not like our options are vast these days.” She finally answered slowly, letting her saddlebags slip off her shoulder to her hand and then drop to the floor. She then proceeded to remove her hat and carefully place it on one of the shelves. Her movements were slow, deliberate and decisive. Her eyes returned to his after she swept the stray lock of her hair that had fallen across her face out of the way and tucked it behind her ear while she closed the distance between them. It was the first sign of nervousness he saw in her while the butterflies in his stomach were doing somersaults. She reached out and without another word, took off his baseball cap and put it on the shelf next to them. That simple baring of heads made the moment suddenly very real.

Her smile had faded, but it’s strength returned, just a little quirked as she looked at him with speculation once more, studying him as if trying to figure something out. Maggie started to tilt her head one way and then hesitated before going the other way as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Her breath tickled his lips for just a moment and her eyes closed just as she made contact. He braced himself against the warm, increasing pressure of her soft, moist lips, accepting her kiss, but not quiet returning it. His eyes had barely closed and he was just starting to return her kiss when she pulled back. His dark eyes snapped open, sure that the other shoe was about to drop, but found her lighter ones staring into his with vulnerability, need and trust. His lips tingled from the light, yet wonderfully electric contact and his heart hammered against his chest as they looked into each other’s eyes. “And, you’re not the only one that’s lonely.” She concluded answering his queries with soft, serious honesty and sincerity that he found best to acknowledge with solemn silence.

Her eyes guided his down to her hands as she reached for the hem of her top and lifted it up to pull it off over her head to reveal a plain, unadorned brassier before dropping it to the floor. She then reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. Although shifting, her eyes never left his except for when the material of her top had come between them. She slipped the straps off first one shoulder and then the other and let gravity peel the cups away from her breasts before letting the undergarment tumble to the floor to join her top. Her skin was creamy and looked smooth with just a few scattered constellations of freckles. His eyes followed the shadowy valley of her cleavage and then the curves of her pert breasts that formed them. They weren’t large, but they were perfectly proportioned for her frame. Her nipples were dark brown and stiff, standing to attention and angled toward the ceiling, taut little tubes about the length and diameter of the first joint of his middle finger.

“Wow!” he thought and the word just popped out of his mouth as he appreciated the feminine splendor of her bared breasts. He let out a husky, nervous chuckle as he dragged his eyes back to her face.  His next utterance of a thoughtful: “Huh.” As he finally let himself believe that this was really happening was even less suave, but she didn’t seem to mind. She smiled coyly at his reaction and took the box of condoms out of his unresisting hands. “Damn.” He muttered under his breath while he hastily reached for the hem of his t-shirt and started to strip it off as he realized that she was waiting for him to take things further and that he wasn’t. He didn’t just drop his t-shirt to the floor, he threw it down. This time, when she leaned forward, he met her halfway, his arms curling around her to draw her to him while her free hand slid onto his shoulder and then curled around his neck as they kissed with hungry passion. Some part of him still insistently thought that he had to be dreaming, but he no longer cared. If he was dreaming, it was the best dream he’d had in a very long time and he was going to enjoy it.

They sucked and nipped at each other’s lips as they sank to the floor. They almost lost their balance before settling, but he managed to catch and steady them. Her nipples were hot little coals and her breast warm pillows as her weight flattened them against his chest. She moaned softly against his lips and he groaned deep in his throat as she undulated on top of him and against the unmistakable bulge of his erection where it strained against his boxers and the denim of his jeans. Her lips opened under the insistent tapping of his tongue and he tilted his head to link their sucking mouths into and arena for their tongues to duel and wrestle. Their hands clutched and caressed what skin they could, her back was shifting silk as they slowly writhed together and kissed until they were breathing hard. He let her break the kiss reluctantly, pulling her back for one more short, intense one before letting her go. They stared at each other, smiling as they both panted to catch their breath. She licked her kiss-swollen lips and he mimicked the action unconsciously.

She shifted off him so that she was on her side next to him while her one leg remained draped over his. “I’m starting to think that what folks say about oriental fellas ain’t true.” She stated softly and almost to herself as she ran her hand down the center of his chest onto his abdomen and then down and along the ridge of his bulging trapped erection. His dick throbbed against the warm pressure of her touch, straining hard against the material that imprisoned it and he groaned as she explored him with slow thoroughness. “And, what do folks say?” he wondered in a bid to distract himself as he felt his balls tighten and a heavy dollop of lubricating pre-cum well up and spill out of him. He partially defeated the purpose as he reached out and caressed the curve of her breast and then tested the firm resilience of the warm, just-more-then-a-handful of uniquely feminine flesh drawing a sharp pull of breath followed by a breathy sigh from her.

“Stupid, stereotype stuff, but that doesn’t matter now.” She told him with a slow blink as she undid his belt and started to undo his jeans. His erection tented the front of his boxers as soon as it was released from the restraints of his jeans as she pulled down the zipper with a harsh rasp. He groaned at the back of his throat, his eyes closing to slits as she peeled back his boxers, having to urge him to lift his ass, and her warm hand wrapped around his throbbing girth. Her large eyes flicked to his for a moment and her tongue flicked out and slid along her lower lip before her gaze returned to his exposed manhood. “Keep playing with my breasts. It feels good.” She instructed in a breathy whisper as his hand stilled as she stroked him slowly, exploring his length, her head tilted slightly and her mouth half-open as she studied his dick. He nodded and once again explored her firm globes and ripe, turgid nipples, licking his lips as he wondered what they tasted like while his hips twitched and he throbbed against her caressing grip as his balls tightened with the tingling wash of delightful sensation that trickled into his groin.

A groan stuttered from his lips as his hips started to undulate outside his control to thrust into her hand. “You’ve got a nice cock and I could play with it all day, but I think we should get all the way naked and down to business. What do you say?” she suggested with a soft smile as she released him after a gentle squeeze that made the small of his back tense and his fingers bite into her flesh. He drew a ragged breath to answer and realized he didn’t really need to as she rolled onto her back and arching her ass off the floor started to peel her jeans off her hips. Glenn kicked off his sneakers and thanks to her efforts was able to quickly shuck off his jeans and underwear, leaving him in nothing but his socks. Maggie was not as lucky; she hadn’t counted on her boots and was struggling to choose between removing them or getting her jeans off over them and as a result being able to do neither.

He’d kind of been coasting, letting this amazing event take him where it would, riding the momentum of her confidence. But, seeing her struggle, seeing her frustration and how fragile that confidence was, gave him the strength to take charge, to give her the same support. “Lie back.” he instructed softly, but firmly finally finding the will to take control as he stilled her struggling hands and then firmly brushed them aside. She caught his eye for a moment and then flashed him a surprisingly coy, almost shy, grateful smile before she acquiesced and relaxed back onto the floor. He smiled, her panties were white with bright yellow daisies on them and they suited her to a tee. A little triangle of dark, downy curls drew his eye to her pink and wetly glistening folds and he had swallow a sudden flood of saliva as he imagined how good she would taste and that he wanted to taste her. Seeing her sex, open and wet also drew his attention to the suddenly heavy scent of arousal that hung in the still air between them as if his muddled brain needed the one to recognize the other. He took a deep breath and held it for a moment, savoring the spicy sexual aroma that was enveloping them, even as he steadied himself. His dick tapped an accompanying tattoo to his heart on his flat stomach as it pulsed to the racing beat.

He untangled her pants from her boots and yanked the footwear off, one after the other. He couldn’t resist and took the opportunity to caress and explore her shapely legs drawing soft little sighs from her as she watched him before he removed the last of her clothes leaving him kneeling between her slightly spread legs, looking down along the feminine curves and plains of her body. Dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight that slipped through gaps in the shelves and painted her body in a tapestry of light and shadow. Glenn shuffled forward, licked his lips and leaned forward as Maggie spread her legs wider in invitation. He skimmed his hands lightly over the tops of her thighs, marveling at the smooth sumptuousness as she trembled slightly under his touch. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, luxuriating in the intoxicating perfume of her excitement before he lowered his head the final few inches to bring his extended tongue in contact with her.

He didn’t know what he had been expecting and he couldn’t define or compare the wondrous flavor that coated his tongue as he delved between her swollen folds and explored and collected the glistening nectar he found there. It was everything delicious he had ever tasted and yet, at the same time not. She half-moaned, half-whined as her hips shifted to press herself tighter onto his lashing tongue and sucking lips. He draped one of her legs over his shoulder and reached under her to cup her ass and lift her, feeding her sex to his hungry mouth as he first worked his way down and then slowly back up along her slit. She continued to make little muted sounds of enjoyment as she flooded to replenish the juices he so eagerly lapped up. “Oh God, yes!” she encouraged in a sharp, sexy burst of sound followed by a little whimpering whine as her body jerked and then twitched when his mouth found the little pearl of her clit where it peaked out of its protective hood and her heel dug into his back as she tensed.

Her hips bucked and then quivered, small sounds and half-finished encouragements, praises and even threats spilled from her lips as he lashed her love button with his wet, swirling tongue and sucked as much of her intimate flesh into his mouth as would fit. He feasted on her, drinking her down and riding the roll of her undulating hips. He immersed himself in her, the sound of her, the taste of her, and the scent and used the wonderful distraction to stall his own growing need. His dick was so hard that it almost hurt, but as long as he could make her react the way she was, it didn’t matter, well almost didn’t matter. As, great as she tasted, as wonderful as pleasuring her was, he really did want to be inside her and that desire continued to grow. Her hands had found his head, her fingers winding into his sweaty hair, one moment a gentle caress, the next almost scratching his scalp or pulling depending on what he was doing.

Animal instinct started to take over as his need grew, his want passing from something emotional and intellectual to purely physical. He didn’t just want to be inside her, his body demanded it. He had to fight her hands to finally lift his head. He licked his lips to capture the ambrosia that had collected on them as their eyes met and locked. Her lower lip was swollen where she’d been biting it as her hands dropped from his head. She brushed her thumb across his cheek and over his chin and he watched as she lifted the digit, coated liberally with her own juices and brushed it across her lips before pressing it between his. He sucked her finger and then with a slow nod she grabbed his shoulder and insistently urged him up and over her. She let go of him and blindly searched for and found the box of condoms that seemed to have been the catalyst to get them where they were. He watched her rip it apart and grab one of the silver packages that spilled from it before he lowered his head the irresistible pull of her skin and worked them along it until he found the curve of her breast and then the stiff peak of her nipple.

He suckled, nipped and licked at the hard nub as he felt her hands worm between them. He groaned, barely stopping himself from clenching his jaw and biting her as her hand wrapped around his base once more and he throbbed against it. He lifted his head and had to force his breathing to be slow and deep as she fumbled a few times, the contact sending little shocks of sensation into his groin, before she was able to roll the latex sheath onto his throbbing shaft. He nipped and then kissed her other nipple before moving higher as she guided him to her entrance. Steamy heat washed over him from her and they both sucked in sharp little breaths as she guided him through her slippery, moist folds and then seated him at her entrance. Glen managed to balance himself and most of his weight on his forearms that rested between her arms and her sides as his lips hovered over hers and he found himself reflected in her large, light eyes. The simple act of breathing pressed him into her and made her nipples press and scrape against his chest surrounded by the warm pillows of her breasts sending trickles of sensation slipping and sliding along his nerves as they remained poised at the point of no return.

“Please.” She requested softly and simply, her breath hot against his lips and his body complied before there was need for his mind to command it and his hips drove forward. She sucked in a sharp breath, gasping as her body arched up against his while his leaked out in a hiss as she engulfed him. Liquid heat, flexing pressure and electric, fiery friction combined to send a heavy surge of pleasure arching into his groin and blossom out across his body in pulsing waves that made his back twitch and his muscles quiver. He throbbed against the exquisite, velvet caressing grip of her snug confines as her legs curled around him and then tightened to urge the last of him into her while she clutched at his forearms, her body tense beneath his, her eyes, shocked and wide and her mouth open. He blinked rapidly which made the slow smile that spread across her face as she sighed and relaxed to a degree of comfort while he made the herculean effort of will to not simply explode in side her.

His body further sought to betray him, his hips rocking by their own accord as she slowly undulated beneath him as she adjusted to his invasion, making him groan and grit his teeth to keep it together. He shook with the strain of the effort, whimpering at the back of his throat as he teetered on the knife’s edge between simple surrender and fighting for control. “It’s okay. Just relax.” She told him, her voice floating softly up to him. He chuckled softly to himself at the absurdity of her advice. If he relaxed right then, it would all be over as his balls ached and pulsed with the need for release, but that shocking absurdity and the burst of humor that accompanied it, did the trick and let him master himself and he exhaled heavily. He lowered his lips and felt her smile widen against then before they kissed slowly, her heel rubbing against the back of his thighs and her hands caressing his head and the back of his neck. “Tell me I’m not dreaming.” He half-instructed, half-pleaded as they slowly increased their range of motion, her skin feeling like silk as it slid against his and her oiled, but tight channel massaged his length. “Why?” she wondered with a throaty groan and fluttering eyelids as he ground into her and she rolled her hips to grind back.

“You feel like a dream... You… You feel so good. This is so amazing, it’s unreal… Tell me I’m not dreaming and I’m not going to wake up in my sleeping bag with a mess to clean up.” He explained and almost begged as she ran her hands down his back to grab his ass and with flexing fingers urging him to go faster. “You’re… You’re not dreaming… And… And that might be the nicest thing anyone… Anyone has said to me while… While inside me… Ever.” She replied and admitted on breathy puffs of hot air, her chest shuddering and her nipples poking into his chest as he took longer strokes. They shared short, sporadic, intense, hungry kisses or sucked, nipped or licked at whatever skin they could reach as they moved in unison, rocking and pumping and bucking and grinding. The still air was filled with their, grunts, groans, gasps, moans which graduated to cries of increasing volume and mingled with the wet sound of flesh colliding with flesh as the part and came together again and again and again.

The dreamlike quality of their tryst had receded to an as enjoyable physical reality of skin on skin, flexing, straining muscles, the pounding of his blood in his ears and his heart against his ribs and the desperate search for enough air to fuel it all. Sweat coated them and helped lubricate the glide of his body along hers as they exerted themselves, moving with animal passion, hands clutching and starting to breathe hard and ragged. Pleasure arched through him on each forward and backwards journey of his shaft into the molten furnace of her flexing, twisting womanhood. Maggie’s shifting, writhing body underneath and around him was a wonderful myriad of delightful sensations that built a pulsing charge of sexual energy that amped up the tension in his nuts. His thrusts became shorter, but faster, his exertion growing instead of waning as the strain increased he neared the end of his strength to hold back the beast that raged for release.

The only thing that kept him going was her panted pleas for him not to stop and the growing quiver of her sex around his that said that she was close. And, for what she had given him, he would not disappoint her for the life of him. Pain and pleasure mingles as he ached with need for release, but continued to drive into her. He drove forward, hard, and her cry turned into a stuttering wail as her sex locked and twisted around him and her body arched up against his in a tense, shuddering bow. He felt her short nails dig into his back and grunted before he threw his head back with a strangled cry of his own. His hips bucked, although he was already as deep inside her as he could as he expelled his essence into the latex sheath, which was the only thing that separated him from her, in heavy, convulsing spurts. Electric pleasure roared through his body as his pent up sexual energy lashed free of the prison he had been maintaining for it.

His nerves sang with fire and ice, making his muscles twitch, almost in unison with her shudders below him. His lungs burned with the need to suck in and hold air long enough for it to do any good. He blinked rapidly to clear the spots before his wide stretched eyes, but they remained. Her body shook beneath his while her sex flooded and then pulsed and rippled around his to milk the last of his seed from his balls. She made little whimpering noises, but he could not gain enough control of his body to look down at her. He rode out the wild storm of his climax with his bowed spine twitching and staring up at the top of the blurry shelf above him, bliss running through him in pulsing waves, that kept his body tensed more often than it relaxed. The energy did not fade the way it had built. One moment it held him firmly in its thrall, controlling his body, holding him taut and powerful above her and then the next it was gone.

Glenn collapsed on top of her and could not muster the strength or the co-ordination to quite catch himself. He lay panting against the sweaty skin of her neck for a moment, trying to catch his breath and regain control of his motor functions. She was making muffled little sounds that he could not quite place and it was concern that he might have or might be hurting her that let his will override the lethargy of his sated body in order to raise it. He continued to rise, planning to withdraw from her still pulsing channel and roll off her, but her limp arms and legs suddenly tightened around. “No. Not yet, Stay.” She told him with quiet need and he stopped where he was as incredibly the needy tone of her request made his dick twitch and stalled its slow softening. Her nipples tickled his chest as they rose and fell with her breathing. He shakily managed to balance on one forearm and brushed the hair away that had fallen across her face. He could see tears glistening in her eyes, but at the same time she wore a large, brilliant smile. “Did… Did I hurt you?” he asked in concern and she shook her head. “It’s… It’s just been a long time and even longer since I… Came like that or not by my own hand.” she explained and despite the intimacy they had just shared, it was hard to tell with the flush that was already on her cheeks, but he was almost sure that she blushed and her eyes lowered from his.

“It’s been a long time for me too.” He sympathized and when her eyes returned to his he lowered his head and kissed her gently, but thoroughly, both of them making soft sounds of enjoyment. Maggie sighed when he broke the kiss, her hot breath tickling his lips and her arms and legs falling away from him. They both groaned as he pulled free of her, the friction sending a surge into his groin and out along over-sensitized nerves. He rolled onto his back next to her and grunted and with a little effort removed and knotted the condom. He held the used prophylactic hand, not sure how to dispose of it. “We’ll toss it along the road.” She supplied as if reading his mind. “We better get dressed and get going. It will be getting dark soon and I don’t want to worry my dad.” She said with a deep sigh that said it was the responsible thing to do, but not necessarily what she wanted to do.

His fingers found hers and twined with them as they lay quietly for a few minutes. She squeezed his hand and then let it go before she sat up. He remained lying down for a few more moments, watching her as collected her clothes and rose to her feet. She held her clothes in either hand and made no attempt to hide her nudity from him, the late afternoon light playing across her smooth skin. “You know it’s not polite to stare?” she enquired with a quirked smile over her shoulder as she stepped into and pulled up her panties. “Can’t help it. You’re beautiful.” He replied honestly as he too rose to his feet and started to dress. “You already got laid, no need for flattery.” She admonished him lightly as she buttoned her jeans and stepped into her boots even though she had her bra and top in her hand, still leaving her naked from the waist up. He had the sneaking feeling that it wasn’t a coincidence, but for his benefit. “I’m just stating the facts, Maggie. You are a beautiful woman.” He reiterated in a matter of fact tone.

“You don’t say much, Glenn, but when you do you know just what to say to make a girl feel special.” She noted giving him a soft, adoring smile that did strange things to his stomach and lower. He grinned back and ducked his head. He could finally concentrate on getting dressed when she put on her bra and caught up with her quickly, slipping his feet back into his sneakers as she lifted her saddlebags to her shoulder and reached for her cowboy hat. He grabbed his baseball cap and jammed it on and then reached for his backpack. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked him with a fist at her hip, an arched eyebrow and a stern set to her lips. He froze, unsure what she meant. “Errrr… Thank you.” He responded hesitantly and she laughed, a sparkling peal of humor that died, but remained as a smile on her face. “Thank you for the thank you, but that’s not it.” She countered, tipping her hat back.

“It isn’t?” he asked confused and she slowly shook her head. “You need to grab the rest of them condoms and any others you can find, and maybe that bottle of lube too. You never know when that might come in handy.” She explained, her soft smile turning seductive as she stepped close to him. He blinked as he processed the implications of what she was saying. “You’re saying…” He began but she moved even closer until her lips brushed his. He started to move forward to capture her lips for a kiss, but she turned her head so that her lips ended up next to his ear. “What I’m saying is… We don’t have to be lonely again if we don’t want to. What I’m saying… is that I would really like to do that again… And again… And… I think you get the picture.” She stated in a husky, breathy whisper before her tongue flicked along the shell of his ear that sent a tingle down his spine and made him swallow hard. “Oh boy.” He commented when he could find his breath and she chuckled. “You betcha.” She added before she stepped back and then slowly made her way to the door of the pharmacy while he frantically collected all the contraceptives he could see as well as the bottle of lube.

TO BE CONTINUED?