The Protagonist System

123 Date Night

Taking a cold shower sucked. On the plus side, it woke my tired ass up for my date and I mentally promised myself to get the heated shower up and running as soon as possible. A feeling of regret briefly touched me when I realized I could have stored some of my civilian clothing back at the house before I left home, then I chuckled.

Going back there would be stupid for clothing when I could just pop over to the city that's like 20 minutes away and could raid a department store or something. I dried myself off and put my uniform on, the only clothes I had. It felt slightly warm and looked freshly pressed, which surprised me, and I put on my equipment belt and gun.

When I stepped out of the RV, a woman with short hair named Carol was there holding an iron and I saw an ironing board leaned against the RV. I gave her a huge smile and her cheeks went a little red, so I couldn't resist giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before I leaned in to hug her.

“Thank you.” I said loud enough for others to hear and then I put my mouth by her ear as I whispered. “Nod your head if your husband Ed is abusing you or your daughter Sophia.”

Carol stiffened slightly and then her head moved only slightly, almost too small to see. I saw it, though.

“I'll be by sometime tonight to handle it.” I whispered the promise and let her go. Her wide eyes let me know she was shocked at both the offer and that I knew what was happening to her.

I didn't remind her that it was my job to take care of people and that things would be changing around here. It wasn't like I was going to take over, since that was too much work and responsibility for a single person to handle alone. I would be making things a lot more safer, however.

I walked around her and went back over to the moving van, because the two men that helped before were there. I opened the back and gave them each two metal shelves for the bases of their beds for the mattresses to rest on and handed over two of the smaller tool sets and said to drop them off at the pile of materials when they were done.

Juan came over with a ladder that Dale usually used to climb up on top of the RV to keep a lookout and he untied one of the stacks of mattresses before pushing three of them off. The two men on the ground caught them and leaned them against the moving van where they put the shelving.

“Thanks a lot, Rick.” Juan said and climbed down. “A proper bed is going to make camping here so much better.”

I nodded and waved them off, closed the van, and walked over to where Amy and Andrea still stood. I stopped about five feet away and pretended to knock on the air near Andrea, making the noise by clicking my tongue and echoing the sound at the base of my throat to copy a thick wood sound. It worked surprisingly well.

*Knock!* *Knock!* *Knock!*

“Hello? Is anybody home? It's Rick and I'm here to pick up Amy for our date.” I said, cheekily.

Andrea just stared at me like I was crazy while Amy cracked up laughing.

“C-come on.” Amy managed to say between laughs and took my hand. She led me over to the side of the camp with the least amount of tents and I saw that we were on the edge of a medium-sized rock quarry. It explained why there was a construction company with several larger vehicles like tractors and dump trucks near the city.

“This is quite the view.” I said and motioned towards all the piles of rocks and gravel, making her laugh some more.

“Are you always this funny?” Amy asked me and the smile on her face could have lit up a room.

“I'm not sure I should answer that with the truth or with a lie.” I said and she gave me a questioning look. “One would make you sad and the other would make me sound foolish.”

Amy's look changed to understanding and her hand squeezed mine.

“Shall we go for a walk around? I want to see how big the camp is and I want to check how safe we are.” I told her.

Amy sighed. “You're going to do cop stuff on our date?”

I chuckled and squeezed her hand back. “No, I'm taking you for a walk on our date... to start, anyway. While we're walking, I'll be doing some cop stuff in the back of my head. I just didn't want to lie to you if you catch me looking somewhere else besides at you.”

Amy's face went red and she looked very flattered. “Okay.”

She started talking as she led me around the perimeter of the camp where everyone was staying. It wasn't organized or orderly and I tried to not frown at it. Haphazard was the word, I believe, and it did have a few protective measures. Unfortunately, it pretty much relied on isolation to keep the walkers at bay and that wasn't good. That wasn't good at all.

Of course, I made sure to keep my eyes mostly on her and Amy would blush a little every time she looked at me and caught me staring. As we walked, I found out she was 24 years old, about 6 and a half years younger than me, and she was a college student and living in Atlanta when the outbreak happened. She and her sister were found by Dale in his RV and they found the camp not long after.

Amy quickly became the camp's cheering squad and tried to keep everyone's spirits up, because she was so outgoing and positive, even with everything going to hell. Her relationship with her sister had been strained before the outbreak, mostly because of the age difference.

Andrea was 12 years older than Amy and had moved out to go to college and pretty much left her behind for years. Amy had felt abandoned back then and it wasn't until the world ended that they had reconnected and talked things out. Amy was also a great fisherman and had loved spending time with her dad fishing on a lake near their home.

When it was my turn to speak, I filled her in on the memories I had. I was 31, had Carl almost right out of high school, and my marriage was rocky long before the outbreak happened. Me being in the hospital after getting shot and then dying, gave both Lori and I the excuse we needed to break things off officially without needing a divorce.

Amy looked really happy about that. “I'm glad you didn't try to rekindle things to be with her again.”

I gave her a crooked smile. “Like I told Shane, I don't want to know.”

Amy leaned into my side and hugged my hand with both of hers. “They thought no one noticed them sneaking off together the last few weeks.” She said and rolled her eyes. “I usually watch the kids during the day when their parents are busy and I keep them out of trouble.”

I nodded. “You would know every time either Shane or Lori were busy, because they dropped Carl off for you to look after.”

“Yep! I'm not an idiot.” Amy said happily, making me chuckle.

We had made the full circuit of the perimeter of the camp and I brought us to a stop at the end of the driveway where the vehicles were parked. Her eyes went to the moving van and she blushed before she looked at me with both hope and a little nervousness.

“We can sit down for a while and talk some more if you want.” I said.

“Yes!” Amy almost shouted and then blushed some more.

I held in my laugh at her reaction and walked her over to the back of the moving van and opened it up. I helped her climb inside, careful of her dress, then I watched as she kicked off her shoes and jumped onto the huge bed. She bounced on it and giggled, which I did laugh at as I climbed in. I closed the back, locked it, and took off my equipment belt.

“Are you really going to make this into a moving apartment?” Amy asked and her eyes glanced around at everything still there.

“I'm going to do my best with it.” I said and pretended to reach into one of the boxes of supplies and took out the package of endless cookies before I sat on the bed. “I don't have the wood to make walls or can insulate it; but, I have a bunch of portable heaters that I can either pull apart for the elements to link together or place the heaters strategically around to keep the place warm during the winter.”

Amy gave me wide eyes as she looked into the container and saw piles of Oreo cookies. “You're really thinking that far ahead?” She asked and took a handful instead of just one.

I handed her a napkin and she looked grateful. “It's only a week until the end of October. If I get it all set up as soon as possible, I won't be scrambling later when it's too cold to try and get it to work.” I said and kicked off my own shoes before I moved up to lay down beside her to put the container between us. “The first thing to get installed is the shower, because using cold water to clean myself sucks ass.”

Amy looked startled with a cookie half-stuffed into her mouth, then she burst out laughing with a spray of cookie and crumbs everywhere. I grinned at her and let her laugh herself out as I brushed the crumbs away from her and the dress and onto the floor. I would have to clean it later, anyway.

“You did that on purpose!” Amy accused me, her happy smile telling me she wasn't angry.

“No comment.” I said and took my own cookie. “I really love these things.” I said and ate it quickly to stop her from saying anything to make me choke, which she looked amused by. “All we need are a couple of glasses and some milk for this to be perfect.”

“I can go grab some from the RV.” Amy offered and didn't get up as she ate another cookie.

“That's okay. Maybe we can plan that for our second date.” I said and took another myself.

“Oh? What makes you think we're going to have a second date?” Amy asked, clearly teasing me. She started eating another cookie carefully as she waited for me to say something shocking.

“Wishful thinking.” I answered her instead of trying to make her laugh and ate my own cookie. “I mean, I never imagined meeting someone like you, even if it took the world ending for us to stumble across each other.”

“Someone like me?” Amy asked, her tone guarded.

I turned my head and let her see a serious look on my face. “Someone that's smart, beautiful, has a great outlook on life, doesn't let the world get them down, and you're interested in an older boring man like me.”

Amy blushed a little at my compliments. “I don't think you're boring.”

“And now I know you're an accomplished liar.” I joked, making her smile. “You're an exciting woman and you're also clearly out of my league.”

Amy's smile faded. “I'm not.”

I chuckled. “I know when I'm outclassed, Amy. You had plans, a bright future, and a life you wanted to live... and now here you are in the back of a van after an old man offered you sweets.”

“Don't.” Amy said and sat up to look down at me. “Don't joke about that. That's not what's happening right now.”

My own smile faded and I couldn't resist asking the next question. “What's happening right now?”

Amy closed the container and laid it beside the bed. She gave me a searching look for several seconds, then she moved to a kneeling position and grabbed the hem of the cloth dress. My eyes widened as she easily slipped it up and off, revealing sexy black underwear and a bra that supported her perfectly.

I couldn't help myself and my eyes went to her heaving breasts and then dropped to her waist before I looked back at her face. Her own eyes dropped to my crotch and liked what she saw, which was me being instantly hard for her.

“Someone's a little overdressed.” Amy said, suggestively.

My hands moved almost like lightning as I unbuttoned my shirt and I flung it off, earning another smile from her, then my pants quickly followed. My boxers had a prominent tent pole, now that my pants weren't hiding it or keeping it restrained.

Amy let out a wanton moan as she pulled my underwear off, then she reached for me and her hand wrapped around my silky hardness. Her eyes almost glazed over and she seemed to surrender herself as she dropped down and slipped me into her mouth and started sucking without any preamble or teasing.

We both moaned as she went to town on me and neither of us wanted her to ever stop. She was talented and I was pretty pent up, plus the sight of a beautiful blonde going down on me was a huge turn on. I did warn her when it was time and she gave me a searching look.

“I've been laid up in the hospital for a month. It's not going to taste anywhere near close to good after being backed up for so long.” I informed her and she hummed, then she went faster and brought me that much closer to the edge. She felt me twitching and she pulled her mouth off of me with a pop and grabbed the napkin I gave her for the cookies.

We both watched as I groaned and then I shot my load. My quite huge load spurted fairly hard against her napkin-covered hand, then it spurted again and again. Amy's eyes widened at the force of it and then she frowned slightly at the darker, almost yellowish fluid, that was nowhere close to looking like normal healthy white sperm.

“H-having blue balls is a real thing?” Amy asked, clearly surprised, and she stared at the napkin that was quickly becoming soaked as the surrounding fluid was absorbed into the napkin and left the more solid parts behind.

“It'll take a shot or two to clear out the stagnation and then the new production should start.” I explained and saw she wasn't sure what to do with the napkin. I took it from her, folded it up, and placed it on the floor beside the head of the bed, so I wouldn't step on it later. “Lay down.”

Amy did so without any other prompting and the look on her face was a mix of trepidation and anticipation. I did not tell her that I wouldn't disappoint her, especially after what she just did. The look on my face was all I needed for her to understand my intention and she didn't fight me as I slid her very damp panties down over her ass and her thighs.

I saw that she hadn't shaved there in a while and she looked embarrassed at letting me see it. I didn't comment on it, mostly because sometimes the hairs could be used to enhance things, like with a bit of tugging or slight pulling near certain areas. Since she didn't see anything like disgust or aversion on my face, she blushed and spread her legs for me.

I accepted the silent invitation and she moaned pretty loudly when I settled my head between her legs and gave her more attention down there than she gave to me. I went to town on her, making sure she felt every brush of my tongue, every stroke of my fingers, and every kiss and nuzzle. We both lost count of how many times she got off and it didn't really matter. This wasn't a competition to see who would win.

I eventually kissed my way up her body, lingered for a few minutes on her beautiful breasts, then I kissed her passionately as she wrapped her legs around me. I ground myself against her and she moaned as my hardness gave her another orgasm easily. It must have been a while for her if she was this responsive, so I wasn't going to make her wait any longer for the main event.

Amy almost screamed when I adjusted my strokes and speared her right up to the hilt in a single go. Her wetness doubled, then tripled, and her legs were trembling as she held onto me and tried to recover. I wasn't going to let her. I started moving and she kept moaning, louder and louder, and I let my pace match her breathing.

Despite me doing the majority of the work, she set the pace, and I was sure she really loved having that control. Even in the heat of passion as we christened the new and very expensive bed, Amy never quite lost herself completely. Oh, there were moments she was almost incoherent, then she would come to her senses and would even escalate.

It was quite the experience and I was very grateful for my own skills and abilities, muted as they were. That was one of the things I had been able to keep, my prowess in the bedroom, thanks to Wiz and the others helping me so much.

I felt a pit form in my stomach and decided that now was not the time to miss my previous lovers. I had a gorgeous blonde under me and my promise to not disappoint her was going to be kept.