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Future Perfect: Chapter Seven

Series: Future Perfect

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In a post-plague world, a man may find his perfect life.

This is the final chapter to a story I originally posted several years ago on a different account.

Voracious.

That was the best word to describe Cassie’s sexual appetite once we got started. And, despite her initial description of herself as “not kinky,” she was willing to experiment. She was initially opposed to anything oral, but she finally allowed me to go down on her several times and even began using her mouth to bring my erections back if they were taking too long.

Outside of the sex, we got the other house nearly liveable. We would have to expand the gardens and build a bigger flock of chickens and herd of cows, but I thought that moving them over here would be relatively straightforward.

Cassie said goodbye to me at the farm before we left. 

“It’s going to be awkward when you drop me off,” she said, her arms around my neck. “I don’t want your feelings to get hurt.”

“Not possible,” I lied. 

The truth was I could only think about keeping her here with me. I didn’t want to give Cassie back to her husband. I didn’t even want to share her with her daughters. But that wasn’t an option.

“Do I go in with you?” I asked.

She sighed.

“I think you should. It won’t be fun, but we need to accept that this is our new normal.”

God, I hated that phrase. 

Cassie pulled me down to her and kissed me goodbye.

“When will I be with you again?” I asked.

She looked down at my chest.

“Well, if you did your job as well as I think you did, it might be another year or so before I’m ready again,” she said.

“A year? Cassie, I can’t wait that long... I need you.”

She released me, walked to the door, and looked out over the barnyard.

“Don’t talk like that,” she said. “Remember, we’re just friends.”

I went to her and wrapped her in my arms, nuzzling her ear.

“That’s all?” 

She nuzzled back.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. 

She was a good woman -- a good wife to Kyle. I hated it, but I would take her back home to him.

And, talk about awkward, when I finally took Cassie home, awkwardness lurked in the room. Even Amanda and Bethany, though in good spirits, weren’t their usual bubbly selves. I suspect that Celeste and Faith had asked them to tone down their excitement.

Cassie barely looked at me, barely spoke after leaving the truck. Celeste hugged me and kissed me chastely on the cheek. Kyle smiled and shook my hand. I noticed that his eyes seemed hollower, and his hand shook when I squeezed it briefly.

I didn’t stay to eat, didn’t socialize much.

“I have to get home,” I said. “Need to, uh, move the goats to a new pen.”

“Sure,” Kyle said. “We’ll see you soon, then.”

Celeste and Faith walked me to the truck.

“When will you be back?” Celeste asked.

“You tell me,” I said. “When will you know if you require my services further?”

“You’re upset?” Faith asked.

“No, I’m not upset,” I snapped. Celeste raised an eyebrow.

“Just... okay... angry, I guess,” I admitted. I couldn’t bring myself to say how much I was hurting.

Faith took my hand and hugged my arm.

“I think Mom feels the same,” she said. “I don’t know if that helps at all.”

Suddenly, I was in danger of losing control of my emotions.

“No,” I said, my voice husky. 

“Come back on Monday,” Celeste said. “Bring your electronics gear. We can set up some CB radios in your truck and the houses.”

I nodded.

Not a bad idea, I thought.

Faith squeezed my hand and said goodbye. As she turned to leave, Celeste wrapped me in her arms and kissed me.

“I missed you,” she said.

“Want to come home with me?” I teased.

“Ha! I wish. But no, I think that would be a bad idea.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. I gave her a bear hug, lifting her off the ground, and she hugged back just as tightly.

“Thanks, kid. I needed that,” I murmured in her ear.

“Mmm. Any time,” Celeste said, kissing me again. She let me go then, her eyes sparkling, and bounded after her sister. I got into the truck and headed home.

 

Maybe Cassie had been right. Certainly, she conceived sometime in that first few days that we were together. Celeste did not: it was another three months before she missed her period. Kyle and Cassie were very excited.

It was difficult being around him. I had a much harder time than he did being around me. Despite sleeping with her daughter dozens of times since, I was still in love with Cassie. It was hard seeing her take care of her husband, even knowing there was nothing physical between them. 

Despite that conflict, I looked forward to being with Faith in the future. She was so full of life that I was sure she would be a lot of fun in bed. I suspected that Faith would be up for just about anything.

Even though Celeste was successfully pregnant, she still shared my bed once in a while. Before the move, I hosted all of the girls at my farm for several nights. They worked on improving the houses and the gardens. During that time, Celeste spent nearly every night in my bed. We kept the noise down, and the other girls said nothing.

The move from their farm to my compound was gradual and happened over the course of the three months or so of that autumn. Moving the animals was the hardest part. Integrating the dog packs was rough. 

In the end, Faith and Celeste lived in a house on the north side of the compound, and Cassie, Kyle, and the girls lived on the south. My house was on the east, directly across the yard from the barns.

Celeste was six months pregnant, and the move was complete when Faith decided that it was time. She came to me one night after everyone else had turned in. There were locks on the doors, but I didn’t bother with them as a rule. She came to me after my lights were out for the night, as Celeste sometimes did.

I was in that half-dream state that sometimes happens when I heard the back door click shut. I tried to call out, but I was too far asleep and continued drifting.

I was barely aware of the covers shifting, and a warm body cuddling up to me. Thinking it was Celeste, I wrapped her in my arms and slept. 

I was making love to Cassie in my dream. Her full hips felt right in my hands. The image drifted to my wife. I had loved her sexy smile when she was doing something especially naughty. Then it shifted back to Cassie.

“I’ve missed you,” I tried to say as I thrust from below.

“Mmmm. How can that be?” she asked.

Her hips rolled in a mind-shattering way, and she growled low in her throat. I started to wake.

I explored with my hands and was confused. This woman wasn’t pregnant, but she had spectacular curves. Her hair was long and curly, and she smelled incredible.

“Mmm...Faith? Is that you?” I asked.

“Took you long enough,” she said.

I was exquisitely hard, and she rode me like a pro. I needed some control, so I rolled us over. I buried my cock in her and rested there.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she cried.

“Hush! You’re going to wake everyone,” I said.

“Oh, I don’t care,” she said, pulling me down to kiss her.

I really wished I could see her. Faith was gorgeous. Where her mother and older sister had gentle, sweet curves, Faith’s were spectacular. Perhaps not Rubenesque, and certainly not callipygian, Faith had an hourglass figure with breasts that were more than handsful. I knew that now for sure.

“Faith,” I whispered. “You should have told me you were coming. I would have been ready for you...changed the sheets. I would have certainly been awake for god’s sake.”

“Mmm. Bruce, I love you, but shut up and fuck me, okay?”

“Yeah, no, I mean...yes. Okay.”

So I did. I fucked her, and then she fucked me, on and on.

I was a wreck the next day. Celeste laughed at me as we were working on the ham radio, and I couldn’t concentrate.

“Did my little sis wear you out last night?” she giggled, holding her vast belly.

“Oh, you know about that?” I asked.

“We planned a little surprise for you,” she said. 

“Not so little,” I said, watching Faith cross the yard with her sisters.

“Maybe you should go take a nap,” she said. “You want to be fresh for tonight.”

“Tonight,” I mumbled, smiling. “Yeah.”

After dinner, we usually gathered in one of the houses and chatted. I didn’t always participate, but I did that night. Afterward, Faith headed back to my house with me. As Kyle helped Cassie inside, she waved to Faith and glanced at me, one eyebrow raised. I shrugged and smiled and ducked inside before Kyle looked up.

I took my time that night and enjoyed every second with Faith. We bathed and massaged each other. We laughed. We kept a lamp burning. Her body was exquisite, her sense of humor sharp. She wasn’t afraid to ask questions, to try anything. 

I could fall in love with this girl, too, I thought. 

We were taking a break and lay in the middle of the living room floor.

“You are a lot more fun when you’re naked,” Faith said, scooting over and laying her head on my chest.

“Okay,” I said. “Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re just very serious,” she said, winding her fingers in my chest hair.

“Ten years alone, I suppose,” I said.

“Maybe,” she said doubtfully. “Still, I like you. Even when you’re dressed.”

Her smile was seduction, her hair a dark halo for a sex-goddess. I felt my heart connecting with hers.

Then she scooped my cock up in her hand and tried to bring him back to consciousness.

“Oh, hell, honey,” I groaned. “It’s too soon.”

She made a disappointed mewing sound and slid down my body, proving me wrong.

We found ourselves in the kitchen, where I placed her on the cabinet and entered her standing. 

“Oh my goodness,” she said. “Yeah, that is perfect! Just like that!”

We continued, baptizing most rooms in the house with our lovemaking. Unlike her mother, Faith didn’t seem too concerned about where my semen ended up. She took it equally well on her face and breasts or in her hair. She didn’t mind it in her mouth, and two glorious times let me cum in that gorgeous ass.

During the winter, Celeste grew too big for me to mount in the usual way. She was petite, but the roundness of her pregnant belly meant we usually coupled with her on her side with me spooned behind her. I couldn’t get as deep as usual, but she yearned for the closeness. 

There were a few cold nights at the end of January when both girls shared my bed. Other than some playful teasing, nothing sexual happened, but lying between two youthful beauties, an arm around each, was heaven.

Cassie delivered our...her son at the end of March of that year. Faith and Celeste were with her. Kyle and I and the girls waited at my house. It didn’t take long. Despite his frailty, Kyle paced most of the night. When the baby finally arrived, he was elated but exhausted.

I popped over with the girls, but I didn’t stay long. Kyle was kneeling beside the bed, holding his son, and praying with the family. Cassie looked up at me, her eyes shining, one hand on her husband’s head, the other on her baby. I’d never seen her look more beautiful.

I got the girls’ hands washed and took them into the room to meet their brother, then I left. Faith came to me that night, but we didn’t make love. We held each other and kissed as she fell asleep. 

I didn’t fall asleep for a while. I had decided long before to enjoy life, whatever happened. I avoided death because I had been careful. Now, after years of enforced solitude, I had an embarrassing wealth of female companionship. I missed my wife sometimes, and I was in love with another man’s wife, but still, life wasn’t bad.

*

Fifteen years later: The summer after the family had moved to my farm, Celeste, Bethany, and I succeeded in building a radio and contacting other survivors. Our fears of roving bands of thugs were unfounded. The only survivors had been those that grew their own food or were very careful about what they ate.

Virtually the entire planet was devoid of human life. As far as we could tell, there were maybe 250,000 people left alive. The following year, nearly fifty people were living at my farm. Five years later, the surrounding houses up to five miles away were inhabited, say about 500 people. I fathered three children with Celeste and two with Faith, who both had husbands within five years. 

Sadly, Kyle passed away that summer. I was sad to see him go. He and I had not been friends before people got sick, but we had been friendly. Despite his poor health and the fact that I impregnated his wife, we had become friends at the end of his life. I had enjoyed the male companionship for the brief time that it lasted.

Cassie, of course, felt guilty. I was thankful that Kyle spent a couple of months with his son and grandson before he passed. It took almost a year for Cassie to come back to my bed, but she finally did. Other than the odd Council mandated Genetic Diversity Coupling, and one weekend apiece with her older daughters, I haven’t been with anyone else since then.

Celeste is working on a wireless networking system that will allow her to communicate with the other settlements. Faith is our doctor and spends most of her time gathering and cultivating wild herbs. Bethany learned to fly and maintain airplanes and spent a lot of time coordinating with the other settlements. One winter, she crashed near Denver and lost a leg. Bethany didn’t let that stop her. She rigged a system that would allow her to manipulate the rudder pedals and brakes of her airplane and eventually returned home to us.

Little Amanda became our ambassador to the rest of the world. She and her husband speak seventeen languages between them. They spend a lot of time on the radio and with Celeste, working to bring people together.

Just last year, Bethany and Celeste traveled to Asia. They learned that the virus unleashed by the North Koreans had targeted anyone with even a trace of specific food additives in their system. Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to their fearless leader, North Korea’s rice fields had been contaminated by a genetically modified strain of rice from Russia that produced one of the markers targeted by the virus.

We’re sure that there are still small groups and individuals that we have yet to find. We’re hoping to bring everyone together to preserve their genetic diversity, and for purely humanitarian reasons.

Cassie and I stand at our back door sometimes and look out over our busy compound. We remember our nights walking naked through the yard to see the horses, or making love under the stars. I’m glad to have some kind of society back, but I miss the pure perfection of those few nights together, absolutely alone.

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