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Vault 69	By : sandman-nobody Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 107266 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: Warning for this chapter, expect explicit content. For those of you who have come for that, enjoy.
Tag(s): Fondling, Fingering, Cow-Girl, Missionary, Sex-Education.
Beta: Lords of Ember Celica
Words: 17,332
Chapter 3 – An Apple for Teacher
By the time they returned to class both friends were back normal and their serious talk had been forgotten. Tomas had always been on the anxious side, so Camille had always tried to distract him and draw him out. Whereas he would dwell on something for hours at a time she was always fearless, forging on without looking back or pause.
Others were still trickling in when they arrived, but what they saw left both with raised eyebrows. Though Tomas had something else rise as well.
There, at her desk, Mrs. Green sat just as composed as she had been before shuffling through a pile of papers. What caught the pair’s attention, however, was how the top half of her jumpsuit had been peeled down and tied around her waist. Consequently, her already straining bust could be seen spilling out from the cups of her plain bra into her white tank top, the impressive weight of which forced the neckline of the thin cloth even lower than its normal plunging state. Resulting in very intimate greeting to each and every student walking into the room. It might have been his imagination, but Tomas could have sworn she leaned forward a bit more when he walked past her desk, causing the already bottomless valley to swell and grow.
Camille shot Tomas a sidelong glance before rolling her eyes. He turned his surprised expression on her and watched the teenage girl walk on without him to her seat, quickly following after her.
It wasn't long after this that more and more of the class returned. Just like before the bombs fell, nobody was ever eager to return to class after lunch. Some things never changed. It was only once the entire class had made it back, and was seated, that Mrs. Green looked up, her blue eyes twinkling.
"I hope you don't mind if I try and cool off a bit," she smiled at the throng of students; though her eyes seemed to focus in his direction. "Having so many people in such a small room tends to make things a bit stuffy, wouldn't you agree?" Pausing she then continued, "I may be strict, but I am also fair, so if any of you desire please feel free to do the same. I know it's going to take some time before we're all used to these,” she gestured to the elastic blue and yellow suit, “so until they either adjust the thermostat or provide uniforms that actually fit, I will not be enforcing the Vault wide dress code within my class." She made a point to pull on her neckline, straining it even further. "Now, everyone turn to page five of your geometry textbook and let's get started." Then, as though she wasn't displaying herself to a room of sixteen year olds, she continued with class as if everything was normal.
Trying to follow along with the rest of his classmates, Tomas' eyes were inescapably drawn to the mounds of flesh bouncing and bobbing before him. His teenage brain was almost overloaded from the naked skin peeking through the thin material. Making things even worse, or better depending on your point of view, she wasn't the kind of teacher that just sat behind her desk and lectured. Rather, she actively walked through the rows and columns of desks, reading from her book and personally seeing to any student needing help.
Tomas had to stop his dick from pressing against the bottom of his cold metal desk at this point, pressing his hand under the only cover shielding him from the embarrassment of the entire class seeing his massive boner. It was so bad he didn't even notice her approach, too busy focusing on how her erect nipples were tracing small circles through the front of her shirt.
"Tomas?" The sound of his name being called snapped him from his trance. Blinking, his eyes raised from her glorious breasts, only to find her standing right before him. "Is everything all right? You seem… uncomfortable."
"Just, uh… having trouble with example three," burying his heated face in the pages, he tried to back up his lie by staring intently at the confusing script. The room was so quiet he could almost hear the older woman's heartbeat.
To his left, he caught sight of Camille staring directly at him, a long expression on her face. Lids drawn to half mast and lips in a narrow line, she simply shook her head, somehow disappointed in his stupidity. Mrs. Green made no immediate comment, but stared with consideration.
"Then why don't you stay after class for a bit?" the teacher finally answered with a calm and measured tone. For a single terrifying moment, Tomas felt his insides melt at the sensation of her hand meeting the broad surface of his back. She turned to face the rest of the class, her hand moving from his back up to his neck. "This offer is open to anyone who feels they need some help with my class. It doesn't matter if it's the first day of class or the last. If you ever feel that you are falling behind or just want a little extra attention," Tomas felt her hand squeeze ever so slightly, "do not be afraid to ask for my assistance. I'm free any time."
Being in high school, nobody else in the class seemed too eager at the thought of staying in class longer than was absolutely necessary. Mrs. Green didn't pay their blank or even outright repulsed expressions any mind and continued to walk through the row, her hand leaving his person only at the last second. He tried not to read into that.
If anyone else thought their teacher was behaving strangely, they didn't show it. Rather, none of the girl's in class so much as looked in his direction. It was as though, in the wake of being forced to be around him, they would rather ignore his existence than persist in their active disgust and fear. And strangely, Tomas found he preferred it this way as well. At least it was familiar, almost identical to how things used to be.
The rest of class seemed to pass without issue. Despite his raging erection still throbbing beneath his desk, he forced his focus and attention on the pages of his book to dissuade any untoward ideas his eyes might have. Suffice to say, when the bell finally did ring, he looked up at his teacher unsure what to think.
"What's going on?" he whispered desperately to his friend. All around them the other girls were gathering their things and getting ready to leave. Camille was doing the same while sending her friend a look that clearly questioned his intelligence.
"Pretty sure the Overseer decided you needed some help getting started," she answered flatly, filling her bag with her new textbooks. Tomas stared at her blankly.
"The Overseer?" his face tightened. Then, like a light bulb had clicked on, his face lifted with illumination. His eyes glanced towards Mrs. Green. "W-wait! You think the Overseer asked her to…" he couldn't finish the sentence. Camille, meanwhile, couldn't help but smirk.
"Nooo," she smiled, "all thirty year-old women throw themselves at sixteen year old boys." Finally she looked up with mirth in her eyes. "Come on, even you can't be that stupid." Tomas began to panic.
"W-Wait!" Speaking entirely too loud, Tomas had to stop and look around; making sure no one was looking in their direction, especially said teacher. Once he was sure, Tomas ducked his head before continuing. "Wait!" he whispered harshly. "What the hell? What am I supposed to do?" If Camille shared any compassion for her friend, now was the time he was depending on her most.
"Do it," she answered bluntly. Grabbing the last of her things, she hefted the bag over her shoulder before slipping her arms through its straps. "You've done nothing but freak out about how to approach a girl for as long as I've known you, and now you have one approaching you." She cast her friend a look over her shoulder, her expression neutral but her eyes slightly forced. "Just… go with the flow and try and take notes I guess." She couldn't help but smirk at that, even as Tomas glared at her in return.
"Have fuuuun," she sang just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. This left Tomas floundering, heat rising to his cheeks as he watched the last few girls cast him strange looks. He dared not look at Mrs. Green.
For a moment he hated his friend, hated how she could be so casual about all this. The way she talked about having sex, it was so flippant. For a moment, he couldn't help but wonder if she herself had ever gone that far. This led to him shaking his head almost immediately. He was her best friend, if something as big as that were to ever happen he would surly know about it. And smiling the nagging thought off, he tried to ignore the weird sensation it left in his stomach. Thankfully, Mrs. Green was an excellent distraction.
"Tom," she walked up as he was about to get up, her smile as brilliant as ever, and hair still brushing the line of her jaw as she tucked a stray lock behind her ear. "May I call you that?" she asked, "Tom?"
Now that he knew what was going on, and why his teacher was acting so strange, Tomas felt even more nervous than before. Remembering Camille's parting words, he tried not to panic. "Ah, sure, it's o-okay. I mean, if you want." His mouth seemed to betray him, at this most vital of moments. His ears burned with the warmth in his face.
"Great," she answered with a smile. "Now Tom, bring your book to my desk, and I'll see what I can do to help you with, example three?" Tomas nervously nodded his head until what she had said registered, and then shook his head as quickly as he could.
Hand still pressed beneath the desk, his erection was standing as straight and proud as ever. A fact that would become immediately apparent should he so much as attempt to stand. He fought the urge to groan with irritation.
"Is something wrong?" she asked. Though no concern was evident in her tone, rather, Tomas couldn't help but feel she already knew exactly what was happening. She had the look about her like she was used to being in control. Eyes rising up to meet hers, he could just see the beginnings of a smirk pull at her pleasant expression.
Tomas didn't answer; unsure what to say that could explain his current predicament without him dying of embarrassment. Finally, Mrs. Green spoke in a kind, almost understanding tone. "How about I just help you from here?" Before Tomas could sigh in relief, his eyes widened at the sight of his teacher leaning over to look at his book, the full weight of her breasts bearing down on her bra and tank top to expose the glorious sight of her cleavage.
The poor boy could see the straps holding back the mammoth breasts straining to hold them in place. It seemed as though they could snap at any second, releasing the full bounty they protected from his gaze. This of course only made him stare even harder, as though he could will it to happen. It wasn't until a full minute passed that he noticed a change in the room, only to blink and realize the teacher had stopped talking entirely.
He looked up with a start, only to find Mrs. Green watching him openly ogle her exposed cleavage. Part of him immediately felt the need to jump and explain himself, if only to avoid a heated talking to. But it was the fact that her expression remained passive that held his tongue. Rather, he couldn't speak at all.
Seeing that Tomas had escaped the hypnotizing view of her breasts, Mrs. Green smiled, drawing his gaze to her face where she could watch him. He seemed scared, confused, and of course, brimming with teenage lust. It wasn't the first time she had to stop herself from reaching out to touch him. But hopefully, it would be the last.
"Tom," she spoke, her voice deeper than it had been during class. Blinking owlishly, the young man continued to stare up at her with a nervous swallow, straining to avoid the offered fruits of flesh dangling before his face. "You seem… distracted," she finally continued. "Maybe it would be best if we switched subjects for a bit?" Licking his dry lips, Tomas couldn't manage so much as a nod.
Standing up straight, Mrs. Green watched his gaze flicker to her chest before returning to her eyes. Reaching out, her fingers wrapped around the hand that wasn't under his desk and motioned to pull him to his feet. He resisted of course, his erection now worse than ever. But after a forceful tug the thirty year old teacher managed to force him in his dazzled state and pull him to his feet.
The young man didn't need to look down to know the front of his jumpsuit was now tented worse than any circus. However, Mrs. Green didn't seem to mind. Glancing down, a sort of mirth twinkled in her eyes. As much as he wanted to cover himself in some way, the older woman didn't give him the chance. And soon, Tomas found himself standing next to his teacher's desk while she seated herself on the sturdy wooden surface.
"Everyone has been dealing with a lot this month; we are all still trying to just pick up the pieces of our lives. After losing so many friends and family, we then have the added stresses of trying to survive and move on." Mrs. Green spoke, surprising Tomas as her hand reached out to clasp his shoulder, then began massaging the tense muscles beneath her fingers. A delightful tingle spread out from the contact. "I understand you, especially, have been having some difficulty. Why don't you tell me a bit about what's been troubling you?"
Finally Tomas managed to collect himself enough to form a sentence. "Did the Overseer ask you to do this?" he asked nervously. Eyes turned toward the wall, he couldn't hide the discomfort on his face. The way he fidgeted made it too obvious how much he wanted to run away, like a frightened rabbit he just wanted to get back to his burrow and hide. "She promised she wouldn't do this, that… that I could pick who I wanted myself." Her hand moved up from his shoulder to his cheek, turning him to face her. Still reluctant, he eventually gave in.
Her expression remained passive, a gentle compassion lying underneath the surface. Surprised, Tomas had expected her to laugh or maybe threaten him, say that he was taking too long to do what he'd promised to do. Instead she just stroked his cheek, calming his anxiety with her tender touch.
"The Overseer did not send me," she answered calmly. Moving her hand down his face to his neck, she touched the zipper at his collar and rolled the tag of metal between her fingers. This surprised Tomas, so much so he didn't think to question her interest with his jumpsuit.
"S-she didn't?" Blinking in astonishment, he felt his brow furl in confusion. Surely she wasn't just attracted to teenage boys, right? He wasn't stupid; he knew that kind of thing did happen, rarely, but something about Mrs. Green just didn't fit with that image. Looking back at the woman, his eyes remained wary; unsure if he should trust her. The teacher could see this and simply sighed.
"No…however, your mother did speak with me after I submitted my request for this position. She had some concerns about your stress…" If Tomas was expecting anything to happen, this wasn't it. Taking a step back, he couldn't help but gawk.
"My mom sent you?!" If there was any moment that the teacher appeared at all sheepish, it was then.
"Tom, I applied for this knowing full well that you would be in my class. She understood my intentions and simply requested that I take the time to help you and answer any questions you had. I was at no point…solicited if that is what you are implying. Neither was I recruited, drafted, pressed, pressured, or threatened in any way." He continued to watch her carefully, and after a few seconds she gave in, a sigh falling from her lips.
Tomas felt his cheeks burning like never before. It was one thing to be manipulated by the Overseer, but to be set up with his teacher by his mom? It didn't get any more embarrassing than that. Though, he couldn't help but still feel the need to ask about one thing she had mentioned, "Intentions?"
Mrs. Green didn't say anything but offered him a very obvious smile. Suddenly her hand felt much warmer and she giggled at his expression.
"Oh, come on," she smiled. "It's not that bad." Despite her promise, Tomas couldn't help but feel otherwise.
"You sure?" he groaned, his posture slumped as he struggled to keep upright. "Because if you ask me, when your mom needs to talk to girls for you, that's as bad as it gets." This comment earned him a small chuckle from the lady, almost making up for this horror of a moment.
"I already told you, she approached me knowing what my intentions were. I am here because I wanted to be here, not just as a teacher, but as your teacher." Seeing and feeling him tense under her eyes and fingers, she decided to tone things down for the time being.
So, she smiled and leaned back away from him slightly, knowing he felt cornered and that wouldn't get them anywhere, not willingly anyways. "I am not going to do anything you don't want me to, I promise. Perhaps there is already a girl you have plans for? Someone that has your eye? I could help you with that instead if you would prefer. You seem to get along with, Camille I believe it was?"
Tomas chewed the inside of lip for a moment, reluctant to answer. "Not really," he grumbled under his breath. Giving a pinched expression, he bounced from foot to foot, uncertainty bleeding through his veins. In fact, he was about as far from approaching a girl as could be expected "But… I mean, you really agreed to show me how to…?" kicking his foot, he tried to look away.
"Tom," his name dripped like honey from her lips. "There is nothing to be embarrassed about. You are still a growing young man, one who simply hasn't had the chance to experience this part of life yet. It is no different from anything else that is new, be it driving a car for the first time or moving out from your parent’s home. Anything and everything can be scary when it's new, or different from what we are comfortable with."
He didn't believe her for a minute. How could he after an entire life of hearing otherwise? For her to be so casual about something like this, to say it was normal, almost implying that it was easy? Nevertheless, he forced himself to say what he said next, knowing he would never have an opportunity like this again. "You'll really teach me how to…have sex?"
The corner of Mrs. Green's eyes crinkled with laughter but otherwise she was smiling encouragingly. "Of course!" and seeing the question on his face, she answered without prompt. "I may not have the most experience in the Vault, but I certainly know enough to get you started."
"But…" his features twisted, "aren't you worried about b-babies?" That single word seemed to burn him with the amount of effort it took to force through his lips. Mrs. Green however accepted it as if it were perfectly normal, even smiling at his shy demeanor.
"Tom," she spoke, moving off the desk to stand, her sapphire gaze lowered to meet his. "After the bombs fell and I found myself locked in this metal box, I was not exactly in a very good place, mentally or emotionally." This admission came with a brief expression of shame, Tomas couldn't help but notice her twisting the wedding ring still adorning her left hand; the same way his mother did when she was deep in thought. "I had not only lost my career, my home, my friends, and my family…I lost my husband.”
“The man I had loved since I was a little older than you, and who shared his life with me for the last twenty years was gone in the blink of an eye. More than losing my parents, my sister, my nieces and nephew, I had lost the most important person in my life. I honestly didn't know how to go on." This threw him more than anything that had been said that day, earning him a small smile from the older woman.
"I believe every word I said this morning to the class, Tom. I believe in what the Overseer told us in the cafeteria. Her words reached me when I was at my darkest, and lowest point. When I didn't know why I was going to keep living day after day, she gave me a purpose in this world. She gave all of us a purpose." Staring at him, the older woman's blue eyes held a kind of fanaticism that unnerved the teenage boy. It spoke of unwavering trust and faith that what she was saying was right.
While he knew why the Overseer needed to convince the women of the Vault to go along with their plan, it didn't mean he was gullible enough to believe her words of honor and sacrifice. His teacher on the other hand seemed all too ready to latch onto the honeyed words.
"We all have our part to play in this Vault," she continued, her expression only growing in joy. "And if I can help you fulfill yours while doing my part to usher in the next generation, what more could I ask for?"
Tomas stared at her for a long moment, still not entirely convinced. However, he couldn't deny she seemed to have accepted any consequences that may occur, and he really did need someone who was willing to show him how to have sex without looking like an idiot. From what he could tell, she wouldn't care if he didn't know what he was doing, so long as she was doing her 'duty for the future of the Vault'. Maybe this was his best chance? Tomas shook his head, knowing that wasn't true. She was his only chance.
"Okay…" Tomas finally folded, his eyes shyly glancing at her encouraging smile. "What should I do first, ah, Mrs. Green?" he shifted, foot from foot trying to shake his nerves.
Smiling brighter than ever before, the woman seemed to show her first genuine emotion. "Abigail, please! I believe we are going to be a little too intimate for Mrs. Green. And don't worry, it is mostly instinct. All I am going to do is give you a little confidence, and let you explore a bit so you know what to expect." This sentence alone was enough to get his heart pounding and loins flooding heated blood. "But first," Abigail paused, "I need to know how far have you gone with a girl? Do you know how to kiss?"
Blushing, Tomas recalled the one and only time he had ever kissed a girl. And even then, he doubted the small peck he'd received from Camille's little sister counted. "Not… really?" he admitted. Abigail then surprised him by moving closer.
"Okay Tom, just look into in my eyes." Standing in front of him, the older woman took his hands and guided them carefully to her trim waist, pressing them with her own to make sure he got to message. Hands on each side, he felt his heart lurch at the sensation of her softness and the gentle heat seeping through her fingers.
"For now I want you to just hold your hands here and focus on what you want when we kiss. And don't be afraid; feel free to try anything you think is right. I will guide you once we get started. Are you ready?"
Heart beating fast, Tomas felt her closing the space between them until his erection was pressed against her leg. She paid this no mind, instead she slowly leaned towards him so that her face was about to meet his. There was only enough time for him to lick his lips once before feeling the warm silky texture of her lips meeting his.
It was just a little bit awkward, her being so much taller than him meant he had to tilt his neck back. Never before had he imagined having to stretch up for his first kiss. But once he got past that, he found himself quickly enjoying the older woman's presence.
The first thought to cross his mind was how warm her lips were. Given the heat seeping into his fingers and palms the young man shouldn't have been surprised. It was pleasant and after a few seconds of holding that position, he felt her lips begin to move, swallowing and sucking on his bottom lip just long enough to feel it slide out. She repeat this motion twice more, until Tomas realized what she was doing.
He tried to mimic her, feeling the soft texture of her upper lip while she continued. It was even better than he imagined.
She was gentle, using slow motions to ease him into the intimate contact. Tomas was doing his best to respond in kind, but his mind was flooded with a thousand thoughts all conflicting with what was happening. Was he doing this right? Was it supposed to feel like this? How could he be better? Abigail could feel his hesitation and did her best to erase his concerns. She sighed softly in faux pleasure, moving her hands from where they held his to her hips up his thin arms to his broad shoulders before running them down his back to feel him through his suit, all the while softly cooing with the occasional moan. It worked, to a point, and she felt him relax into her lips.
In the otherwise silent classroom, the soft sound of wet lips meeting and molding might as well have been gunshots for how loud they echoed. Both participants were slowly learning how to match each other's movements, their breaths becoming more and more synchronized as their bodies naturally moved closer and closer, seeking and hungry for the others heat, the others touch, yearning for the opposite sex in their hands.
Finally, after a few minutes passed, something happened, inspiring Tomas to go further.
Bodies pressed together and lips mashing with growing ferocity, the young man jumped at the sensation of Abigail's lip meeting his tongue when he moved farther than intended. The burst of sensation was strange, but arousing. Without meaning to, Tomas found himself pressing even harder against her leg, grinding his erection against her softer flesh. Mrs. Green accepted his action without hesitation, pressing her hands against his back to force them closer together, insuring he felt the swell of her breasts against his chest.
He moved with the usual awkwardness that was usually afforded to his age, unsure what was the correct way to continue and press forward with this change. But her words from before emboldened him. When they next broke for air, Tomas made his move, and opened his mouth just as their lips once again became entwined, cautiously brushing his tongue across her bottom lip. Abigail smiled at this, offering a soft moan of approval before reciprocating, opening her mouth to accept his young tongue, having to actively resist guiding it into her moist cavern with her own pink muscle.
Starting off small at first, he traced the outer rim of her bottom lip with his tip, feeling her breath fill his mouth and her flavor gather on his tongue. He idly noted that she tasted of mint and saliva. Abigail allowed him to do this for a few minutes, wanting to encourage his exploration and get him more comfortable with taking the lead. It was only when he moved on and touched his tongue to hers that she finally answered, drawing her smaller pink organ along his own to taste this inside of his mouth.
A moan stirred within her breast as she took a fistful of his jumpsuit in each hand, pulling him even closer to her. There were lulls of course when they needed to breath, and moments where he did something that was off or awkward but for the most part her earlier words of wisdom had been correct in that it was instinctual.
Tomas meanwhile was beginning to enjoy himself quite a bit. Going through high school, he'd seen more than one couple lining the halls exactly as he was right now. He'd watched them, envious as they mauled each other's lips and cautiously pawed at the others body. He'd always wondered what it would be like to hold a girl like that. What she felt like, tasted like.
Her saliva mixed with his as their tongues shifted from mouth to mouth. One moment Tomas was stretching to fill his partners, and then the next Abigail surprised him, using her experience to push him back and claim his own for herself. He enjoyed it whenever that happened, closing his mouth around her tongue almost possessively.
The quite wet sucking noises that had echoed before now smacked with unabashed boldness. Even to their own ears they could hear the horrible wet sounds coming from their mingled growing passions. Driven by lust and pleasure, both ignored it, and instead only became even more aggressive.
By this point, Tomas was subtly grinding himself against his teacher's thigh. His hands held fast to her hips, pulling her close if only to increase the friction. What was even better though was the softness pressing against his chest in the form of her massive bust, the two pillow sized mounds almost felt like giant marshmallows. The more he felt them pressing into him, moving against him, the more his palms began to itch at her sides.
Mrs. Green could feel his growing desire, could tell the signs from how his hands began to squeeze and grope on her waist with open want but she refrained from taking action. Instead she waited as patently as she could, giving him the time he needed to work up the courage to reach up and feel her soft breasts, to take them into his hands. She was even excited by the idea, knowing that once he crossed that bridge and jumped that one last major hurdle everything would go that much quicker and only become more and more easy to continue pressing forward. As time dragged on however, she was disappointed to find his hesitations increasing rather than the reverse. Finally she was forced to pull away, exasperation chewing at the edge of her mind while an almost painful throb of heat continued to grow within her already aching core.
This is what she wanted, to help him, to do her part and fulfill her duty in preserving their Vault for the next generation. But even she had her limits. The problem was if things continued like this much longer, she knew she would end up pushing him onto her desk and mounting him like a horse. Not that she hated the idea as much, as she knew it would undo any and all progress he had made at this point.
He needed to be more assertive, confident, he had to be comfortable with taking control, and he couldn't do that if she was the one doing all the work.
Tomas pulled his tongue from Abigail's mouth only to watch her cleavage heave with her own heavy gasps.
"Well," Mrs. Green managed between breaths, her voice nearly drowned out by the need for air. "You seem to be catching on rather quick." In response, Tomas could only form a small smile, heat already radiating from his cherry cheeks.
As embarrassing as this entire tutoring session was, he was happy to hear that he wasn't just making a complete fool of himself. Actually, if he allowed himself to dare to think positively, he would even say she looked excited. Not as much as him of course but her cheeks were flushed and her eyes twinkled. Most notable of all, however, were the two defined nubs poking through the material of her shirt and bra.
Still pressed against the boy, she could feel his erection throb suddenly. With a knowing smile, her blue eyes stared with irritation as he continued to eye her chest. Tomas had been right in his assumption of her profession before the Vault. When she had been in school, then collage, and finally once she started her professional career the large mounds had been nothing but a hindrance. Be it from pulling the attention of her classmates, teachers, co-workers or patients, her breasts drew more attention and notice than her actual accomplishments ever could. To this day she knew not a single person had heard a single word she’d said in her valedictory speech.
With them even larger now, the back pain alone was enough to curse what was happening to her body. Tomas however seemed to enjoy them, to put lightly, if his near leer grade ogling was anything to go by. If only he wasn't too afraid to reach out and touch them.
For the first time in her life, the thirty five year old woman found herself wishing a man would just reach out and grope her. He would never fulfill his duty if he remained as reserved and shy as he was now, and that in turn meant they had zero chance of surviving beyond the current generation. He just needed to be more confident, she needed to teach him how to be more assertive, get him comfortable with giving instructions or orders rather than just always taking them.
A spark lit her already heavy blue orbs. Perhaps she was going about this the wrong way? Every person was different, and every patient required an approach tailored to them. She had been so focused on his being a teenage male and she an adult woman that she hadn't considered looking at him as she would a patient. This was bigger than just helping her with her duty, looking on the situation from a new perspective; she saw how this could serve as a lesson for the future. He needed to learn how to assert himself towards the women of the Vault, and the Overseer was counting on her to teach him.
A pleasant smile pulled at her lips as a plan formed.
"Was it as bad as you thought it would be?" she asked coyly. Blinking, he looked up from her cleavage only to shrink back under her intense gaze. Even though he enjoyed the contact, he forced himself to take a step back away from her.
"I guess not." he agreed begrudgingly. Truthfully, he couldn't get the sensation of her tongue out of his mind. She was a beautiful woman, and everything in him was screaming to explore these new sensations, to trust the instincts that he had been following not a minute ago. The only thing that stopped him was the deeply ingrained sense of caution he had developed over a lifetime of being unable to talk to girls. Mrs. Green could see this, and knew it was her job to break him free of it.
"Good," she smiled. But too sudden to understand what was happening, Tomas felt her pull away from him entirely. "Then I suppose this is a good place to stop for today." In an instant the passion, the warmth and smolder all disappeared from her voice; replaced with the businesslike woman he had seen when she first introduced herself to the class.
Untying the sleeves from around her waist, she wasted no time redressing herself, pulling the thick material around her shoulders and slipping her arms through the sleeves. Tomas could only watch helplessly as the breasts he'd been watching all day were hidden from view behind a zipper.
"Wait!" he suddenly shouted. Turning back to him she wore a faux expression of interest, while her heart smiled knowingly. Nothing motivated a teenage boy like a pair of breasts. Nothing, that is, except taking them away from him.
"Yes?"
Tomas found his throat suddenly dry and his voice dead. Though he had shouted out, it was more due to the suddenness of her change in demeanor than an actual need to say something. Nevertheless, glancing away his nervousness was clear in his voice. "I-I mean, we're done? Just like that? What about… the rest?"
"What rest?" she shrugged her shoulders, acting the part of an idiot. Turning away she walked towards her bag and started packing up the materials she had used for class that day, making sure he did have a clear view of her backside as she did. Even though Tomas had the expression of a freshly dunked cat, she didn't so much glance in his direction.
"T-The rest!" he exclaimed. Though, even he wasn't sure if he could put what he had been expecting into words. "You… you said you'd teach me how to, you know!" he shifted uncomfortably.
"Did I?" making a face as though she were thinking, after a moment her dark bob of hair bobbed as she shook her head. "I can't seem to remember; perhaps you should refresh my memory? What exactly did I promise you?" Now she was looking right at him, through with an airy, empty headed expression. Compared to the calculating and sensual woman he had been getting to know, it was like an entirely different person was in the room now. He struggled to keep up with what was happening.
"Like… kissing and stuff." He said with a cracked voice, keeping his eyes locked onto the wall."
"Stuff?" she asked. A tired sigh fell from his lips.
"Sex!"
Losing her airheaded expression, her eyes returned their sharp coldness from before. Still, it was a step in the right direction. "I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific," she answered. Leaning against her desk she laid her folded hands in her lap, the perfect picture of patience. This only served to press Tomas even harder against his own mind.
"I… I don't understand what's happening right now," he finally gave up. "Did I do something wrong? Was I really that bad?" He feared perhaps he hadn't kissed as well as he'd been led to believe. Mrs. Green gave a look of disappointment once she realized just how insecure he really was.
"Tomas, how many women are in this Vault?" she asked him, the fact that she had reverted to using his given name had not been lost on either of them, and his already distraught expression only increased as he shook his head.
"A lot?" he guessed without giving it any thought or bothering to try and remember what he had heard earlier. "I don't know." The features face grew harder still.
"Nine hundred and ninety nine," she answered for him flatly. "And how many of them, do you think, will be as encouraging as I have been towards your role in the future of this Vault?" At this a spark of understanding filtered into Tomas' overstressed mind. Though, rather than feeling any relief, all he could do was grit his teeth.
"If you can't even tell me what it is you want when I am trying to help you and teach you, how can you ever be expected to approach other women? Granted, it is not as though there won't be others who will also seek out your attention, but you can expect the majority will need much more… persuasion. You need to be able to at least say what it is you want from the women you'll be impregnating."
Tomas felt himself shaking under the barrage of words being thrown at him. The message she was saying, it made sense. But that didn't make it any easier to hear. He felt his breath start to shorten.
Seeing that her words had had the opposite effect of what she'd been hoping for, Abigail felt her face pinch a bit as she questioned how she could get through to him. She was accustoming to men who were confident when they made passes at her, even after she was married. Trying to dial things down and scale back was proving difficult if only because of how much she was being forced to do so. Really, she was struggling to think of a way she could make things any easier for the boy at this point. After several tense seconds, her lips finally loosened up, pulling at the corner's to form a mischievous smile.
That had been the key she needed. Again she had been thinking and seeing herself as a woman and he as a young man, again she had been trying to get him to follow her lead, go by her terms, teach him by example. This was not a man who was after her or seeking her, not someone that was trying to get her attention. Tomas was a reserved, and thoroughly inexperienced young boy who was under a tremendous amount of stress.
She needed to get him to open up to her, needed him to take the lead. And that was exactly what she was going to do. She walked towards the young man with a new sense of purpose and a new plan.
"Tom," she reverted to using the name she had claimed from him, but her voice remained the same. Her serious tone shook him from his sudden bought of nerves, though he was still quite nervous. Glancing up, he met her eyes just as her hands gripped his shoulders. "I'm going to make a deal with you. Whatever you want to do, whatever you want, whatever you tell me to do, I'll do it. But, only if you are perfectly clear when you say what it is you want. Do not ask me to do anything; tell me what you want, no matter what it is, no matter how embarrassing it might be or how silly it might seem. I swear to you, I will do whatever it is you want. Do you think you can do that?" Tomas simply continued to stare into her eyes, hypnotized by their intensity.
"A-Anything?" he asked shyly. Licking his lips, he gaze flickered towards her chest, unbidden. Abigail clearly saw this and smiled.
He shifted from foot to foot, not sure what to say. In some ways, this felt wrong on so many levels. He was raised fairly normal, with a mother and older sister. So the thought of just…ordering a woman to let him do as he pleased felt like he was betraying them in some way. Sure, he was a guy with all the hormones and lust that came with that, but he'd never once thought of women as objects before.
That being said, in that very moment he felt like he was beginning to understand the power that had been given to him for the first time since that day he'd talk to the Overseer. He understood the looks of apprehension and nervousness they had had when he was told any woman he wanted would have to do anything he wanted. Rather than be appalled as he had that day, he actually felt excitement flush through his system, all the while trying not to think about how that should worry him.
"Okay," he answered… wringing his fingers. He glanced towards the blue orbs which were still watching him with baited expectation. Chewing the inside of his cheek for a moment, he glanced down at her chest before finally speaking.
"T-Then, can I-." he stopped short at seeing her eyes narrow ever so slightly in warning, her words from earlier echoing in his mind. He shook his head once then tried again, rewording his desire. "I mean, let me… t-touch your bo- breasts."
It was full of hesitation, of stuttering, and by the end his cheeks were bright as a tomato. Nevertheless, he'd made his order clear and she was a woman of her word. So, without an ounce of shame the older woman pushed her already swollen bosom toward her student, with her arms behind her she arched her back, bringing her dramatic bust to its max.
At first Tomas could only blink in surprise, as though he thought she wouldn't actually follow through. However, after waiting a few moments and seeing her remain poised for molestation, he saw that she was truly genuine in her promise to submit herself to him. His hand twitching in the air as it moved towards her bulbous mounds.
Tomas nearly felt his heart in his throat when his fingers finally brushed against the objects of his desire. The sensation was undeniable, urging him to feel it with his entire palm. His eyes were wide, impossibly so as they watched his hand hold the womanly flesh with reverence, honor even. Meanwhile, Abigail remained as composed as possible, amusedly watching the young man begin to explore her body.
It was soft in his hand. Even through the multiple layers separating his hand from her body, he could feel the heavenly give that swallowed his finger into the otherwise round shape. Using the whole of his hand, the gentle pressure molded to his palm as he flexed his wrist. It was amazing, and the thought that there was even more to feel left his mind reeling.
Standing next to her, his arm bent as he had to reach upwards to feel her. His expression remained one of open awe at the thought that he had finally gotten to feel a girl's chest. The only thing that marred the otherwise wonderful memory was that he couldn't feel her skin to skin.
Or could he?
His breath hitched as he recalled what she had said to him. So long as he was assertive and clear, she would do anything he told her to. That kind of power, it was overwhelming at first, but now that he'd had a taste of what it could do he couldn't help wonder what its limits were. Little did he know just how perfectly he had fallen for his teacher's plan.
"Um" he stopped, still nervous but emboldened by how his first bout of assertiveness had turned out. "I, that is, I want you to unzip your suit." His ears were red, and for a moment he flinched in worry. But no sooner than words left his mouth did he hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone.
She smiled at him, knowing that her plan was working. The desire was there, she'd known since she saw him for the first time that morning. He just never learned how to communicate it to others. As luck would have it, all it took was a little positive reinforcement to get him going.
It seemed he was finally catching on as he watched her pull the small metal tag to her belted waist. Rather than reach in and grab her breasts like she had expected, he seemed to just stare, his mind turning as the young man began to question the possibilities. Finally, in a spark of wisdom his eyes widened, burrowing into his teachers in a way that made her blink.
"I… I want to see them," he pressed on. Licking his lips, he stared into the opening of her jumpsuit and at the wonderment that he knew lay within. "Take off your shirt, and your bra," he said quickly before his burst of courage could falter. "… I want to see your breasts."
His tone was different this time, bolder perhaps. Whatever it was brought a smile to Mrs. Green's previously empty expression.
She took a moment to watch him before acting. With no dramatic flair or showmanship she reached up, her hands taking hold of the jumpsuit and parted the opening so she could pull her arms from the sleeves, then let if fall to her waist. Once again standing before him in only her tank top and bra, her eyes remained focused on his as without blinking she peeled the thin white material up from her stomach and overhead. She might not have been able to see it, but she was sure able to feel when her mammoth sized breasts bounced as her top passed over them, freeing them from their second layer of confinement. Now with nothing but her bra to cover her she waited, almost expecting him to chicken out or stutter more nonsense. Instead, she found her heart rate speeding up at the sight of him, his expression solid and his eyes unwavering from her glorious chest. Reaching behind her back, she had to suppress a knowing grin.
Their hormonally induced increase in breast size had not been accounted for when handing out underwear as part of their uniforms. As a result, the swollen globes looked ready to spill from the too small cups, the extra flesh practically begging to be let free as it ballooned outwards and upwards. It was uncomfortable to say the least, though the effect it had on her cleavage was a bonus. Nevertheless, unhooking the metal fasteners from where the material was digging into her back, it was both a relief, and a delight to let her mounds fall freely to her chest.
First giving a healthy bounce before wobbling gently into place, her large bust stood proudly atop her chest with all the strength and vigor of a teenager. Truth be told before the bombs she had been far from flat, but never large enough that she had to worry about them sagging or losing their shape. Thanks to the sudden increase in girth her breasts drooped into a perfect teardrop shape, each capped by a large dark pink nipple pointing straight forward. Tomas took all of this in, struggling not to let his jaw drop at the spectacle.
Mrs. Green watched him appraise her chest, trying to hold back the laughter that welled from deep inside her being. He was so cute when he looked at her like this, with more than just hunger and desire, it was almost…reverential. Retaining her professional persona, she quelled the urge to put on a seductive grin and sashay over to him, resisted the growing desire she could feel to lay her arms on him and pull him to her. If she had thought the burning flames from their kissing had been bad, it was nothing compared to what she felt the moment she had exposed herself to him. Rather than allow those impulses to control her, she invited him to continue with his demands, continued to remain as submissive as she could and let him take the lead.
"So…" she spoke, her face earning his gaze for the first time in some minutes. "I suppose all you wanted was to look at them?" she was being cheeky, but the young man couldn't find it within himself to get mad. Instead he simply returned to staring at her exposed orbs, watching them gently sway with each breath and jostle whenever she moved. Then, with a swallow, he cautiously reached forward.
Abigail waited, staring at his hand as it drew nearer and nearer to its destination. Parting her lips, she held her breath, only to sigh in a strange sense of relief at the sensation of his awkward, uncoordinated fingers cupping her flesh. Unbidden she could feel her nipples harden, the hormones in her body responding to the touch of a male. Before she knew what she was doing, the older woman found herself leaning into his touch, forcing more of herself into his hand. He gladly accepted every bit of her.
It was heavy, was his first thought, quite a bit heavier than it had felt through her clothes. Holding the mound carefully he lifted it, palming the skin to test its texture. Against his hand he could feel both the impressive weight as well as its enormous size. What he found most fascinating of all though was how the large orb would move to fill his hand no matter how he moved it, that and feeling of her nipple scrapping against his palm.
"I… I don't know what to do," he admitted after a moment. After testing the breast as best he could, the young man found himself entirely clueless as to what to do next. Thankfully, Abigail was only too eager to instruct him, reaching for his other hand and pulling it to her unmolested breast and holding it in place.
"You were already doing fine," she acknowledged, smiling as he held her in both hands. "Remember to be gentle, women love to have their breasts massaged, but they are very sensitive so you need to be careful." She encouraged this by sighing when his fingers sank into the soft meat of her chest. Tomas looked startled, but slowly smiled. Basking in the feel of his hands, the first hands other than her own to touch her in over a month, she allowed both Tomas and herself to enjoy the moment before she continued.
Cupping the back of his hands, the teacher slowly maneuvered the appendage until his thumb and index finger encircled her left nipple. Having fairly puffy tips, this was not hard to accomplish.
"We love it even more when you touch us here," she explained, moving his thumb to brush over the erect tip slowly.
"l-like this?" he tried and Abigail had to stop herself from hissing as his grip tightened, almost twisting the sensitive skin. She let out a sharp exhale, then breathed deeply to calm herself before gently and carefully correcting him, urging a much gentler grip.
"Remember, girls are soft," she stated, holding both hands to her for a moment to stop him. She needed to pull herself together, and the short break proved to be more than enough. The teenage boy could only nod in agreement to her words. "You need to be gentle with us, especially our more sensitive areas. Some women prefer things rougher but as a rule of thumb always start slow and build up to more…aggressive stimulation, especially if you are with a girl your age or one who is inexperienced."
Tomas nodded, his attention entirely focused on the thick nub pinched between his digits. He rolled it over the rough pads of his fingers, enjoying how he could feel the breath in her ribs stop each time he did something right. The longer he continued, the faster he could see her chest rising for breath, the quicker he could hear the soft gasps escaping from her lips. It made him proud to see he could affect a woman so much as he was now.
Abigail smiled down at her student, deciding to stay quiet for now so he could have some fun. It might not have been a lot of progress towards her goal, but she could see he was making an effort, and knew this was in fact a great deal of progress for him personally. Not to mention it had been some time since her breasts had been given so much attention. Tomas' abilities were slowly increasing and she decided she might as well take a moment to enjoy the sensations he worked so hard to gift her with.
In whichever hand he wasn't manipulating her engorged tips, he made sure to knead the supple flesh of her available breast so it wouldn't feel neglected. Rolling the heavy mound against her chest, he savored the great mass and how his fingers seemed to sink so deep into its caress. However, after well over fifteen minutes of this, his attention span was beginning to reach its limit. And while the sight of his teachers breasts were still more than awe inspiring, her promise from before still demanded his attention and forced him to wonder what else there was to learn. Sensing this in his slowing affections and increasing hesitation, Abigail could only smile.
"Yes?" she prompted, forcing a heated blush to consume Tomas' face. While his hands continued with her breasts, his eyes had been glued to opening of her suit just above her waist. Now that he'd gotten to see this much of her, he wanted to explore the rest of the female body. He could only wonder what kind of treasures waited for him beneath the bright blue and yellow jumpsuit; taking into account the marvels he had already discovered.
"Ah," he laughed. Considering both his hands were still helping themselves to his teacher's chest, you'd think he would be a shade less bashful asking her what he wanted. But shy is shy, and it took more than second base to force someone out of their shell. Abigail realized this with a shake of her head.
"Tell me what you want," she reminded him, her soft voice turning cold. For a single moment his hands stopped, frozen under her stiff tone. Looking up, he shyly glanced at her fair face, swallowing against his dry throat.
"I want to see you naked…"
It was hardly a whisper, but loud enough for Abigail to hear. For the first time since waking up that day with her goal in mind, Abigail couldn't help but feel a measure of unease, no matter how small.
It was impossible to say that she wasn't pleased with the results so far. The last thing she wanted was to force anything past what was required, but the day had already gone past what she had anticipated. Still, she hadn't become as successful as she had been without learning how to improvise and work with unexpected developments. So, rather than hesitate like she knew she should, the teacher decided to take the low hanging fruit and ignore the social boundaries of the past.
She considered forcing him to repeat himself and demand a more firm request. Fortunately for Tomas, the last fifteen minutes had sparked more than enough arousal in her damp panties. Like all the women afflicted with the forced hormone regimen they were put through, her arousal spiked at all times of the day to begin with. Now under direct stimulation it felt as though someone had started a fire in the crotch of her jumpsuit. If she didn't strip soon, she feared the fabric might even combust.
"Alright," she smiled, causing a look of unabashed excitement to ignite on the young man's face. Unfortunately for him, she wasn't going to make it that easy for him. Rather, she decided it was time to speed things up a bit. "I will strip myself and let you see me naked," she prompted, "but only if you go first."
Going from a hundred to zero Tomas had to blink and collect himself. Had he heard her right?
Before he could ask, he found his out stretched hands suddenly empty. Abigail had stepped away from the young man, moving only a few feet back. Feeling her rear bump against her desk, the older woman simply pulled herself onto its surface, not even bothering to hide her breasts as they continued to sway and bounce with her movements. Meanwhile, Tomas continued to stare, frozen in spot.
It wasn't as though he were ashamed of his body. He may not be carrying the muscles of some star football player but he wasn't a walking bag of bones either, that being said this would be his first time getting naked in front of… well anyone since he was seven.
"Ah…" he paused, giving the woman an unsure stare. In response the older woman just continued to smile, but not before uncrossing her legs and opening them enough to appear to lewd. Though the jumpsuit was still in the way Tomas' eyes irrevocably fell between her splayed thighs, his imagination running wild with what lay beneath. He only lasted a few more seconds before he found himself pulling the front of his suit open and all but throwing the plain whit tee-shirt overhead.
Shy was shy, but this was an opportunity he was not going to miss out on, embarrassment be damned.
Pale skin was bared to the lamplight as his chest and back came into view. At sixteen, the barest hints of chest hair had begun to develop on his pubescent sternum. He rubbed his bare arms, trying not to squirm knowing his teacher was watching. Peeking to test her gaze, he was surprised to not only find approval in her eyes, but arousal.
Looking over his developing body Abigail encouraged him as best she could with a smoldering seductive gaze. He didn't have anything to be ashamed of and she needed him to know that. Darting her tongue over her lips she saw his eyes widen. Unable to help the smile on her cheeks she quickly nodded to the rest still hanging around his waist.
Tomas tried not to blush giving into his teachers counter demands, but no matter how he tried to hide it there was no obscuring the obvious erection pulsing in his lap. That being said, he wasn't exactly eager to make it even more obvious and as his suit fell to his ankles, of course that's exactly what happened.
The underwear they gave him hugged his crotch like a Speedo. Stopping about mid-thigh, the elastic material clung to his skin in a way that was tight, but thankfully not digging into him. He could move how he wanted, but the effect left his seven inch cock in near perfect outline against the rest of him.
Abigail's eyes immediately flew to his crotch as soon as the view was available. Instincts of her own kicked in, flooding her system with arousal that nearly left her panting. If Tomas were paying close attention, he would have seen her already hard nipples tighten with anticipation, her eyes dilate, and the crotch of her suit darken with new found liquid pleasure. When she finally did strip, the wet crotch of her panties would need to be peeled off like a soaked swimsuit.
Tomas could feel her eyes on him and a new kind of heat filling the room. It was strange, heavy, and yet whereas he was nervous before now he could feel a sense of confidence filling him. At least enough for him to take the final step and pull down his last strip of clothing, leaving his heavy erection bobbing in open air, finally freed of its constraints.
Abigail let out a gasp just under her breath, her own arousal spiking at the sight of the now naked boy in front of her. And a boy he was. All limbs and awkward movements, he had the first building blocks of what would grow into a man. But it would still be some time before he was able to claim that title. Regardless, Abigail couldn't deny the honest attraction she was feeling for Tomas, something she had not expected.
Not for the first time she had to question just what is was they were being fed. It wasn't that he was unattractive or repulsive, but she knew herself very well, she had a type that she preferred, and Tomas, as sweet as he might be, didn't fit it.
"Very good," she breathed, her still bare breasts heaving as she stole a single deep breath. The sigh that followed hissed through the air, warming it even further with her internal heat.
Shifting from foot to foot, Tomas' face was bright red. Hard as iron, his enflamed head bobbed up and down with his pulse while his balls hung underneath. With nowhere to put his hands, he found himself involuntarily reaching for his shaft, the pleasure he found arching up his spine and caused him to struggle to contain his urges. Regardless of the emotions running through his system, he managed to meet Abigail's burning gaze, his own excitement flaring back to life.
"Your turn," he replied, his voice still quite, but level. Mrs. Green simply smiled before touching her feet back to the floor and scrunching her shoulders out of the sleeves still wrapped around her arms. She wasted no time in dropping the garment to the floor as soon as she was free.
Abigail stood in the room, plain grey panties straining around her full round bottom and wide womanly hips. "You're going to need to be comfortable with nudity," she instructed, still doing her best to teach the lad despite her own distractions. Tomas raised a single eyebrow, his blue orbs trained on the clear dark patch outlining her womanhood. "Countless women are going to be seeing you naked. Just as you are going to see countless women naked, so you can't start blushing and squirming every time a boob happens to pop out." Her own breasts were sitting peacefully against her ribs, their tips itching, burning from the absence of Tomas' fingers. She quickly shook her head before continuing, "And you can't be ashamed to show yourself to them either. Don't go around hiding your erections, be proud of them; they're simply a sign of your eagerness to fulfill your duty for the Vault."
She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties while speaking, using it to distract herself from what she was doing. Despite the calm outer shell she was forcing herself to uphold, internally she couldn't help but shy away from completely exposing herself to a sixteen year old boy. After all, how many years had it been since a man other than her husband had seen her in all her glory? And she doubted even he had gotten the full tour Tomas was receiving.
True to her earlier assumption, she could feel the fabric pressed against her labia separate with agonizing slowness. Her own fluids leaking from between her legs had thoroughly saturated the garment. When she finally pulled them free, the thin layer of cotton fell to the ground with a soft but still audible 'thud', the fabric weighed down by the sopping wetness.
"Tom," she spoke, watching his wide eyes devour her naked body. At least he seemed pleased. Abigail simply smiled, moving her feet farther apart to reveal more of herself to his gaze.
"This is a woman's body Tom," she explained, her heart thundering in her chest. "It's a beautiful thing that I know you'll appreciate. In time you're going to make children with women of all shapes and sizes, so appreciate them for how special they are. Always." Whether Tomas could hear her or not, he seemed to take her words to heart, visually groping every inch of her exposed flesh.
"Wow…"
A bush of curly dark hair rested above her enflamed lower lips. It looked trimmed, or at least well maintained. She had never been one to shave herself completely. After all, she was a grown woman. Not some child; and she felt her body should reflect that. Thankfully, her husband never seemed all too insistent on the idea, dropping the matter entirely after hinting about it on just one occasion. She combed her fingers through the tangled mass, nearly blowing poor Tomas mind where he stood.
Her thighs were thick, but beautiful. They matched her wide hips perfectly, making her narrow waist and large overflowing breasts that much more dramatic to witness. There was a softness to her, but nothing unattractive. Her entire body seemed to be made of nothing but curves and Tomas couldn't get enough of it.
Abigail felt her heart spike when she asked her next question. "Would you like to learn more about… here?" Tomas watched her fingers brush along her hips until finally reaching just above where her pelvis split to puffy folds of sensitive skin. Tomas could only nod his head, his throat having become a desert.
The older woman smiled despite herself. The way he stared at her, it was like she was the only women in the world. And considering there were nine hundred and ninety eight just outside the door; that meant something. Under his eyes, she felt her body come even more alive, fire licking at her loins that only seemed to drive her addled brain even deeper into the hormonal haze that had claimed her. It made the prospect of sitting on the desk and opening her legs for a boy half her age almost pleasurable.
Parting her knee's the thirty five year old teacher did her best to lean back and expose as much of herself as possible. She thought about her life before the Vault, the woman she used to be, and wondered what would she think if she could see her now? What would her late husband think of her? Thankfully, she knew that didn't matter. That part of her life was over, all that mattered now was Tomas, all that mattered was the future of Vault sixty nine.
For his part, Tomas's mind wasn't nearly as cluttered as the older woman's, in fact it was razor sharp in its focus. Standing in the middle of the room, stripped to his bare bottom, you'd think he would be uncomfortable given his spending the previous month hiding in his room. But as soon as he saw the woman before him part her thighs and open her legs to reveal the wet enflamed folds of her sex, everything else bled away into a haze of white noise.
Puffy and swollen with arousal, he could spy where the older woman's inner lips split from between her chubby outer labia. Shaved bare, this part of her was clear of the thick thatch of hair that covered her pelvis. A dark shade of red, the soft curtains were long and mature, spilling from her sex and glistening with her tortured arousal.
Abigail felt her core throb with want. As distracting as all this was, right now she was first and foremost a teacher. That meant it was her priority to insure all her students received the best education possible.
She peered at him from between her spread legs. "Tom," her voice was thick with sensuality, heavy and deep. Looking up, the young man's face was bright red. His crotch was the most effected, visibly aching with its swollen veins and glistening pre-cum dribbling from the slit. "Come here." Abigail smiled at him then, her expression still pleasant but carrying a hunger she couldn't hide. He moved on instinct alone, immediately approaching the teacher's desk.
Closer, he could actual smell her arousal permeate the room, coming from her crotch in waves that filled his head and addling his adolescent brain even further than it had been.
"Pay attention," Abigail instructed, her tone was still hard but growing more and more heated with each passing second. Moving her hand between her legs, her finger brushing the dark patch of hair as her small digits sought out her own sex. She made the mistake of brushing her clit, swollen and fully exposed from under its hood. The jolt of electricity shook her body and left her control straining to keep her instincts in line.
It took everything she had left to hold back from touching herself. With her hand pressed against the swollen lips, her hips had already started rocking, searching for that delicious friction.
"How much do you know about this part of a woman?" the teacher asked, her dark hair sticking to her cheeks from sweat. More than few strands had managed to escape the tie holding up her bun, giving her a somewhat disheveled appearance. Sex pulsing with need, she parted her fingers to give the boy a better view, practically able to feel his eyes exploring her every crevice.
Truthfully, Tomas couldn't say much on the subject. Schools, it seemed, tried to take every bit of excitement out of the study material when teaching about the opposite sex. Old men as the teachers, outdated textbooks, cold clinical diagrams, he'd barely bothered learning a thing. If they'd taught the lessons in his class like this however, he was sure he'd have paid much closer attention, and perhaps even managed to pass it.
Abigail watched his expression and could see his lack of an answer. She was both annoyed, and excited by this development. While she would have loved to simply skip ahead to the final stage of his education, the prospect of exposing herself so completely nearly had her on death's door right then and there. Biting her lips, her two fingers dipped into her swollen lower lips, before spreading into an inverted 'V' shape, splaying her weeping sex for his devouring eyes.
She could feel the cool air blowing against her enflamed and dripping pussy. "This… is where a man puts his," she paused, shivering as a particularly delightful surge of pleasure tingled up her spine, "penis." Unbidden, the word came out as a moan, making the women even more of a spectacle.
As one hand held her lips apart, she reached with the other to trace her finger around the rim of her opening. Feeling the wet heat emanating from her crotch, the feminine muscles seemed ravenous, already attempting to pull her digit deeper into her slick cavern. Instead, leaning forward, she beckoned for the young man to give her his hand.
Tomas stared at her breasts, seeing the large soft mounds pressing against her knees as she reached for his hand. Nervous, he felt his heart pounding in his chest as he followed her unspoken request, nearly dropping dead as her now slick fingers wrapped around his, pulling them to the center of her heat.
He could feel the flames of her arousal, the liquid heat licking at his fingertips. "Tom," the older woman breathed, almost moaning as she pulled him between her legs, pushing them out at a wider angle so nothing was blocking his view of her chest. "I want you to touch me." Staring him dead in the eye, her blue orbs smoldered with unsatisfied need. Tomas was nearly struck dumb at the sight, only able to nod his head, gasping at his first touch of a woman.
Still holding herself open for him, as soon as Abigail felt his finger's touch her core she pulled her arm back, using it to help prop herself against the desk so she could watch the pale blond explore her body.
Now at its source, Tomas felt himself shudder at the sheer intensity of the heat seemingly pouring out from her entrance. Touching where she had led him, his fingers were now coated in the same honey like fluid that had clung to her fingers. Feeling it for the first time, he tested its consistency, running two fingers along the soft cavern of her gash.
He could feel her body shaking, almost to point of vibration. Watching her reaction, he moved his fingers across her lips, watching her trembling breasts rise and fall with each gasping breath. Everything about her was so soft, he found. The plump outer lips sank around his fingers, only for him to meet the hard bone of her pelvis. He massaged this area for several minutes, exploring each fold with new found fascination. In the bright light of the room, nothing was hidden from his eyes, everything she had to offer was there for him to see on perfect display.
When he finally finished, his hands were almost pruned due to the amount of liquid pouring from the twitching flesh at the center of her femininity. Touching this place, his finger almost sank right in. Applying only the tiniest amount of pressure, he watched in amazement as his digit was slowly swallowed, then surrounded by wet, hot, grasping muscle. Abigail's moan couldn't be contained.
The anticipation, the hormones, the embarrassment, combing all of these Abigail's eventual release was impossible to avoid. Try as she might to remain as the rational adult, feeling his finger enter her, fill her; was too much for the teacher to bear. Finally feeling the tight coil of her inner muscles wrap around the solid mass of his finger, she felt herself explode.
Not entirely sure what was happening, Tomas first reaction was fear that he'd done something to hurt his beautiful teacher. On the desk she leaned back, her breast shaking and jostling as her chest was thrust out. They, along with the tremors spreading across her belly, was a testament to her failure in containing herself. Limbs tensed, back arched; around his finger he could feel the soft, smooth walls tense around him, almost squeezing him with each wave of pleasure. This lasted for a good minute until finally the older woman was able to relax, falling against her desk in a single mass of endorphins.
She was gasping, sweat budding on her skin only to drip down onto the wooden desk. Staring at the ceiling, her vision was still swimming as pleasure tingled her every extremity. Yet even in this state she was unsatisfied. The heat had only grown, her need increasing just as any fire would.
As wonderful as the release had been, it was hollow, lacking the final component she needed to quell the ever growing need in her panties. It was very much the same as drinking diet Nuka-Cola rather than the original, it felt the same, came in the same bottle, and might even taste the same. But when you finish, it still never fulfilled that craving that brought you to drink it in the first place.
It was infuriating, enough to drive a women mad. And the thought that every woman in the Vault was forced to experience this sort of craze in some capacity was frightening to say the least. It was only the knowledge that by the end of the day, she would be walking away with a stomach full of Tomas' seed that kept her from pouncing on him right then and there
"Tom…" more of a moan than actually calling for him, the older woman just smiled, running a hand through her now tussled hair. Meeting her eyes, his expression was still delightfully shocked. Though Abigail couldn't help but notice his still hand had yet to pull itself from her entrance. Tightening herself around him she felt another wave of toe tingling pleasure.
She smiled at the boy, trying to ease his worries. To a certain extent it worked, draining the stress from his shoulders. Though still confused, he sweated nervously before finally attempting to pull his finger free, his entire hand now saturated in her juices.
"That is what happens when a women climaxes," the teacher explained, happy to have provided an example. "Well, for the most part anyway. You might not have to worry about it always being so…" she paused, a light coloring dusting her cheeks, "visceral." Tomas could only continue to stare, embarrassing the older women even further.
Glancing at his saturated hand, he touched his fingers together, watching the line of liquid string between them. At the same time he could see the mess that had become of her lower half. All down her thighs and up into her pubs the slick lubricant practically coated her. Even more impressive, however, was that from what he could tell, despite the healthy dousing of liquid that had poured out from her crotch it didn't seem to have cooled down in the least. If anything, it looked even more enflamed.
"Taste it," Abigail interrupted his thoughts. Surprise, he looked at her only to be taken aback when he realized what she'd meant.
Seeing him observe her wetness, Abigail was more than a little shy. She was a lady after all, one who had taken very few lovers in her time, having her pussy splayed out on her work desk in front of a teenage boy, and having anyone inspect her natural lubricant like Tomas was would make anyone short of a whore nervous. Nevertheless, now that she had his attention she could see a valuable teaching opportunity.
"Really?" Tomas muttered, looking at the woman as if after everything this would be the thing she tricked him about. Simply nodding, she watched his cautious expression, her eyes shifting to his fingers then back as he moved to taste her flavor.
As soon as his tongue touched the warm juices coating his hand, Tomas wasn't quite sure what to make of it. There was a flavor, though if he enjoyed it or not he couldn't really say. It was strange to think he was tasting something that had come from that part of someone's body, but past that he couldn't form much of an opinion.
"Well?" Abigail prompted, curious as to what he thought of her particular taste. Not sure what to say, all he could really do was nod his head.
"I-it's okay," Tomas admitted, pulling his finger from his mouth. Not surprised, Abigail just smiled a knowing grin.
"We don't really have the time to talk about it today, but just know if you're ever having… difficulties with woman you might want to try using your mouth." At this Tomas looked surprised, his eyes once again returning to her crotch. He could use his mouth? He was pretty sure his class hadn't talked about that.
Abigail continued to smile, happily watching his mind work out what she'd said. It was a shame she didn't have the time to feel his tongue inside her. Part of the older woman was sure he would be a natural. Her own husband had never been easily talked into the act, but that was something she'd simply accepted early into their marriage, plus it saved her from having to reciprocate which was a positive. Theirs had not been a marriage of passion, but they were comfortable, and their love had been strong.
"Tom come here," she motioned for him to join her on the desk. Used to following her instructions by this point, he didn't even think twice, dick bobbing as he hopped up onto the sole piece of wooden furniture in the classroom.
Before he could ask what she was doing he found her lips on his. Remembering how they had kissed earlier he responded as best as he could, closing his eyes and wrapping his hands around her waist.
The two kissed for a time, saliva mixing as their tongues washed against each other. After about five minutes of this, Tomas felt his back arching and straining from the sensation of her fingers wrapping around his swollen shaft.
Opening his mouth to question the older woman she didn't let him, smothering his words with her lips and plunging her tongue into his mouth for good measure. He fought only for a second, shocked by the sensations he could feel from her hand rubbing his cock, but eventually the pleasure won out, calming his jumpiness. In fact, rather than question her actions he decided to take it a step further and reached for the large breast that seemed to beg for his attention while its twin pressed into his shoulder. She rewarded him with a smile, nodding in approval before starting to move her thumb over and around the tip of his manhood.
The longer they continued to kiss, the harder it was getting for Tomas to stop himself from humping into the older woman's hand. He could feel the amount of pre-cum dripping over the swollen crown of his cock in near endless amounts.
Just when he was about to try and push her away he felt her pull back, then push his shoulders onto the desk. His eyes were wide in shock as he watched the unmistakable motion that followed. With the practiced grace of a skilled rider, she swung her leg over his waist before settling onto his pelvis, the dark fur between her legs meeting perfectly with his swollen spire.
"Tom," she gasped in a single breath, her voice once again heavy with desire. Kissing and feeling his hands on her body had only continued to stoke the growing fire that burned in her veins. The young man couldn't even look up, too focused on the sight of her vagina hovering so close over his cock. His breath gasped. Feeling her pussy throb, the teacher couldn't wait any longer and continued regardless.
"Tom, I'm going to put you inside me now, okay?" He didn't answer, but seeing his eyes widen she knew he had at least heard her and understood what she was saying. "For now, just try and focus on how it feels. Don't worry about cumming, don't worry about me getting pregnant. Just enjoy how it feels to be inside of a woman and let everything else just happen."
At this his eyes finally looked up to meet hers, and what she saw spiraling in his gaze was enough to melt her already tender heart. "Oh, honey," she cooed. Touching his face, she tried to erase the fear she could see. "Just breathe, okay?" she waited until she felt him nod into her hand. "Now, let me return the favor, and take care of you."
With that Tomas once again felt his heart rate pick up, pounding against his ribs as he stared between their bodies as she settled herself, raised her hips, then slowly began lowering herself.
One hand pressed to his chest, the other carefully aimed his cock toward her waiting pussy. At the rim of her entrance, Abigail felt electricity spark up her body, the sensation of his fat head pressing against her opening making her shudder. She rocked against his shaft, saturating it with the accumulated wetness weeping from her core.
Glistening with a coating of both their juices, it was a simple matter of allowing gravity to do the rest, letting her own weight bear down on the pole of flesh. Nature did what nature does, and with hardly any effort she could feel him begin to enter her tunnel of soft, tight, twitching muscle.
For his part, Tomas did exactly what the teacher had told him. Staring between them, he watched himself slowly disappear inside the woman with a sense of detached fascination. That's not to say he wasn't enjoying the sensations of their bodies becoming one. Around his ridged flesh he could easily feel himself slipping between the walls of her sex, forcing the flesh apart just enough to fit around the girth of his length.
With each beat of her heart the wet muscles fit snuggly around him tightened ever so gently. She moved at a slow pace, both for Tomas and herself. It wouldn't do to overload the boy after all, and while she had loved her husband dearly, neither of them had ever had much interest in the carnal half of their marriage. After their eighth year together their bedroom had cooled considerably. As a result, her womanly muscles had, for the most part, gone completely unused for the last four years; forcing the mature woman to cautiously step back into the world of sex.
Halfway down his length, she stopped, taking a moment to remember the wonderfully filling sensation of a penis entering her body. Stretched around him, her opening was strained to fit the thick mass of his meat. With every inch, she could feel more of herself becoming stretched to accommodate him, a sensation indescribable to any man.
Both hands now on his chest, she worked herself farther down his pole, raising her ass then lowering it, raising then lowering, sawing his length in little by little until she was quite literally shaking her ass to help ease her tight inner muscles. Tomas, as a result, could only last so long before the pressure in his balls reached their limit. It was only by a miracle and sheer force of will that he was able to last long enough for his teacher to swallow him completely, his entire seven inches buried inside her nurturing figure.
Face tight, Tommy quickly squeaked, trying to find some way to warn her of his release but she already knew.
Inside she could clearly feel the telltale twitch and swelling of his length. She didn't give any reaction to this, simply settling her bottom on his thighs and placing a calming hand on his cheek. When he inevitably met her gaze, her face would be entirely calm, a gentle smile easing the last of his tension.
The first burst of cum almost seemed to burn him on its way out, the experience nothing like what he'd done in the shower that morning. It was as though he could feel everything in his balls attempting to gush out at once, eager to invade the warm depths of a woman's body for the first time.
His heart was pounding, panic threatened to overwhelm him, but looking up, blue eyes met a paler hue as he found himself almost hypnotized by the accepting expression on his teacher's face. While he might not understand the emotions this moment caused, it wouldn't be until much later that he realized how intimate it was. The kind of connection that only existed when two people met with the purposeful intention of creating a new life.
It lasted a full minute, humping against his teacher's sex, gobs of cum burst from his tip, only to settle in the very back of his Abigail's eager belly. Slowly, the eager stream of bursts tapered off to a dribble before stopping completely.
Tomas fell back against the desk, panting as though he'd just run a mile. The show his teacher had put on was starting to make a lot more sense, it wasn't pain that had caused her to explode as she had, it had been pleasure. He fought to collect himself.
Waiting patiently, Abigail Green wasn't faring nearly as well as her composed appearance would have suggested.
Feeling him cum inside of her, it was like nothing she had ever experienced. Rather than the pill, she'd always forced her husband to use condoms on the rare occasions they had sex. Having never wanted children, her focus had been on her career. This was a sensation entirely new to the now expectant mother. The steady pulse of warmth spread through her body like a drug, satisfying whatever maternal cravings had been forced into her body. Unconsciously, she could feel her inner muscles working with each burst, gently milking him for all he was worth. The end result left her in a fairly unstable state, small but constant shocks of pleasure numbing her entire lower body.
"Thank you," she spoke, waiting long enough for the young man to catch his breath. Blinking, he seemed surprised by her response to his release. He needed to understand that what he's just done was a gift, and that he needed to think of it as a gift, see it as a gift.
Looking between them, all he could see was the thick thatch of her pubis resting on his lower stomach. Nevertheless, he could still feel where he was and imagined it with clarity. It took a moment to fully realize what he'd just done. And even when that sank in, Tomas found himself surprised by his own reaction.
Ever since he'd first met with the Overseer, he'd been completely terrified of the prospect of being a father. His own hadn't been the best after all, abandoning him and his sister before he'd been able to walk. He'd imagined this moment a thousand times, each more horrible than the last. But when the moment finally came he was… happy?
No, that didn't seem right. Proud was a more fitting title. He was proud with what he'd done. Knowing what was inside of her, and that he'd been the one to do it filled the young man with an almost primal excitement. Just the thought of her walking around the next nine months, growing bigger and bigger with his child was enough to leave a deep throb in his still hard cock. He didn't even know he was smiling until Abigail reached to caress his face, her own expression just as bright.
Reaching out, he shyly placed his hand on her stomach where he could feel the end of his cock reach. Abigail matched his action, holding his hand under hers.
"Wow," he sighed, somewhat breathless. His teacher just smiled, elated to see her student finally understand the joy of his duty and express excitement towards it for a change. And speaking of excitement…
His prolonged erection had not gone unnoticed. Tightening herself around him, for the first time Abigail found herself glad that the Vault's only male was so young. He was going to need all that energy.
"Do you think you can go again?" she asked politely. Though she already knew the answer, it was all she could to keep from laughing at his sudden and immediate smile.
She knew it was somewhat gluttonous of her to go in for seconds. Just feeling the amount of him sloshing around the pocket of her womb she had little doubt she would be holding a newborn come nine months. But this was still the only man in the entire Vault, and who knew how long she would be able to have him for herself? With that in mind, a wonderful idea began to form.
Settling his hands on her hips, Tomas waited patiently for her start moving like she had before. So imagine his surprise when she gently pulled him to the side, rolling them into a new position. Following her on instinct alone, Tomas quickly found himself settled on top of her.
Back flush with the desk, the grown woman stared up with an expectant expression. Between her legs, Tomas looked to see her thighs spread obscenely around his hips. Still inside her he braced his arms on either side of her head, unsure of what to do. The older woman quickly answered by reaching back to cup the small curve of his bottom before closing her legs around him, urging him deeper inside of her.
"You can't expect the women to do all the work," she explained, her back arching as he slid back inside her. "It's ~grunt~ not very gentlemanly." Staring at her pleasured expression, Tomas could only blink, hesitating for a moment before giving his hips an experimental push. The resulting friction of her walls against his length nearly stopped him. Nearly being the operative word. Instead he pushed that much harder into her moist heat, surprising the woman by harshly thrusting himself into her tight passage. She gasped, not expecting the sudden intrusion, but feeling him pull out of her dripping sex and repeat the motion again and again the teacher quickly found herself smiling, wrapping her limbs around his frame to brace herself against the harsh pounding.
And harsh it was. Inexperienced, Tomas pounded away into her with little regard for her own pleasure.
In and out, he pistoned his hips marveling at just how good having sex actually felt! With each pounding thrust it felt like his cock was being gripped in a coil of wet muscle.
On top of that was the sight, seeing her large breasts bouncing in perfect sync with his hips, the pleasure spreading across her face as her previously prim and proper hair bun came undone little by little to spill her hair out across the back of her desk.
Even the sounds had his cock twitching and aching, be it the steady wet smacking of their hips or her panting gasps. It was just lucky for him that the thirty five year old had already been worked up enough to appreciate the treatment and enjoy it as much as he was.
Each pass of his hips would slap against her thighs sending shockwave through her body, only further enflamed by the sensation of his large balls grazing under her leaking entrance. Each time he pulled back only to thrust in again seemingly harder than the previous time. Deep inside she could feel the slight sting of her walls being forced apart to quickly. She knew she should be telling him to slow down, and that in the future he should be much more careful with the women he chooses. And she would, later. Right now, she decided he'd made quite a bit of progress for the day and deserved the chance to let go of everything and just enjoy the experience.
His hardened rod of flesh delved into her velvety depths, rocking her frame each time he pushed in. The sound of wet flesh smacking against flesh was almost deafening, filling every corner of the room, echoing through her ears and mind. She could feel each time he withdrew himself and yet another long sticky thread of her juices would fall across the jiggling flesh of her ass. Her breath, before having been deep lungfulls of air had been reduced to a steady chain of pants and gasps.
With a face red as could be and slick with sweat she could feel herself letting go, all traces of professionalism cast aside, every hint of modesty and refinement burning under the heat of passion spreading from her thighs and loins. It was with a sharp gasp that she threw back her head and felt something within her trying to break free.
With each thrust it pulled. Each time her breasts heaved she could feel the chains stretching and creak! It was everything; it was everywhere, the sounds of their breaths, the feel of his sweat dripping down across her chest, his hands gripping at her hip and thigh! Right now, right here, in this instant, she was no longer Abigail Green, she was simply a woman, a woman enjoying the most primal and base pleasure possible.
Tomas continued like this for a surprising amount of time. It being his third release for the day he lacked the urgent build up that ended his first time so quickly. Now he could enjoy himself as much as he wanted, even as sweat began to build on his face and his breath began to run out.
Humping against his teacher, Tomas could feel her muscles starting to tighten around him. He might not be the most skilled or naturally talented of lovers, but pure raw stamina did count for something.
The constant rocking motion of their bodies was more than enough to bring the already aroused woman to her end. Forced to endure the brunt of Tomas' activities, she was just as exhausted as he was by this point, gasping for breath and hair matted with her own sweat, beneath them, their combined fluids pooled on the polished wooden desk.
Reaching down between her legs she circled the pronounced nub of her clit, stimulating the button that would give her the push she needed. She was more than wet enough, her prolonged arousal having reduced her poor pussy to a dripping mess. She was practically juiced dry. Thankful, pinching the bundle of nerves the woman felt her limbs grow taught and her inner coils clamp down as one solid muscle around the blond's cock.
No matter how much he wished to prolong the event, feeling a woman cum around his cock was more than enough to bring him to his end. Tomas quickly felt the slowly building pressure release, spilling what little seed he had left into her waiting belly, which she accepted with a deep groaning moan; her own release only enhanced by the milky white fluid.
The two basked in their orgasm for a time, clinging to each other as only lovers could. And even afterword they continued to embrace, simply taking comfort in the age old pleasure of skinship.
Minutes passed by, allowing the two to reclaim their breath. With his head resting on the woman's breasts, Tomas passed the time idly playing with the nipple of the boob he wasn't using as a pillow. Abigail enjoyed this attention, resting her head against the desk and basking in the afterglow pleasure.
After a while, they were eventually forced to part from their embrace. Tomas' still half hard erection pulling free from her depths was followed by a gush of white cream spilling from her parted lips onto the desk, something he watched with rapt attention.
There was…a lot of it, he observed. Yet no matter how much spilled out he knew there was so much more still fermenting deeper inside. Abigail seemed to know this too as she stood up without a care, gravity pulling even more of himself out of her only too splash on the floor. She did have enough decency to blush, between the liberal coating the insides of her thighs and legs bore, coupled with just how much of what was now on the floor she knew to be hers.
The two dressed in silence, though it was a comfortable silence born from nothing needing to be said. When the two finally finished, zippers pulled up to their chins they finally looked at each other, smiles threatening the corners of their faces.
"You did very well today," his teacher complimented him with a healthy glow still illuminating her skin. It was almost impossible to consider that this was still his first day of school, or that he'd only met this strange woman hours prior to their coupling. Tomas took the compliment begrudgingly, but he smiled nonetheless. He turned his attention towards her stomach when something scratched at the back of his mind.
"Do you think it… worked?" while awkward, he couldn't deny the feeling of hope that came with those words. He wanted her pregnant. He wanted her pregnant with his child. Strange as it was, it almost felt like a way to claim her as his. Abigail put on a very happy smile at hearing his question.
"I do." Hand over her stomach; she touched the spot where she could still feel Tomas deep inside her. It's why she felt so confident, even as she could still feel him dripping out from between her lips and into the crotch of her panties. "Are you happy?" Curious, she honestly wondered if his opinion on the subject had changed at all.
Tomas nodded. "Yea," his face was bright red, but no one could ignore the smile on his face. "It might be weird but… I'm kind of looking forward to seeing you all big." He put on a reluctant expression but continued regardless. "You know, knowing I did it." He wasn't prepared for the older woman when she moved to embrace him, her breast pressing against his shoulder blades.
"It's not weird," she promised. Her nose nuzzled against the shell of his ear. "It's only natural you would want that, you're a man after all." Tomas blushed at that, not used to being called a man so suddenly. Abigail's hand moved from his chest to his hip where she rubbed it affectionately. "And it won't just be me. Soon, every woman in the Vault will be walking around with a nice big tummy, all because of you." And despite knowing he shouldn't Tomas couldn't help but picture the image she was painting.
Maybe this Vault thing wasn't so bad after all.
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