Casey Wants to Talk
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1 through F › Dawn of the Dead
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,202
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Casey Wants to Talk
Terry is jumbling the keys, trying to open the cell door for Casey. “I don’t know why you want to talk to him. He wanted to leave you all out there to die.”
“I know. That’s why I want to talk to him.”
Terry opens and the door and yells to Bart, “Get up. You’re coming with me.”
“Hey!” Bart starts to yell.
“She wants to talk to CJ. Alone.”
CJ sits up on the side of the bed. “If he gets to go out, I want out too.”
“Bart’s not going anywhere. I am taking him to the other cell. He will be coming back in an hour or so. She wants to talk to you. You are going to listen,” Terry says as he locks the cell door being him and walks off with Bart.
CJ turns to look at Casey. She stands there in her sheer, short, pink tank dress with the blue and yellow flowers on it. He thinks to himself how cute she is. He pushes that thought right out of his mind. She’d never be interested in him. She looked like someone who is making something of herself. He was a security guard stuck working nightshift. He hadn’t had a girlfriend in ages and the last time he had sex, it was with his right hand.
He lays back down on the bed and turns away from her. “What do you want?”
“I wanted to see the person who was willing to let innocent people die just to save his own ass. What kind of person are you?”
“I don’t want to die.”
“I don’t either! I’m sure the others don’t either, but you were willing to let us die. What makes your life more important than ours?”
“Is this all you want to talk about? You’re in here now. What does it matter anymore?”
“Would you look at me?”
CJ doesn’t say anything. He just continues to lie on his cot with his back to her.
“LOOK AT ME.”
CJ slowly turns to look at her. She is standing there with a look in her eyes.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
A look of confusion crosses his face as he says “No.”
“Good,” she says as she sits down on the cot next to him, “Maybe you should see what you would have missed if you had let us die.”
She pushes him down on the cot and climbs on top of him.
“Wha...”
“Shut up.” She says as she leans in and kisses him hard, on the lips. She pulls his shirt off of him and kisses on his neck. “You were going to let me die. You are going to be my slave.” She pulls her dress over her head and off, revealing that she was not wearing a bra or panties. Then she starts kissing down his chest, reveling in the feel of his hair, because she has a fetish for guys with hairy chests. While kissing on his chest, she takes his belt off and gets her hand inside of his pants and under his boxers. She takes his already hard penis in her hand and starts rubbing his shaft. CJ lets out small moan. Casey then stops her hand job and gets him out of his pants and boxers. She sits atop him, and maneuvers herself until he is inside of her. She then starts thrusting and leans her head onto his chest, so that she can feel the hair on his chest against her body.
“Oh...” CJ moans. He then takes one arm, puts it around her and throws her around until she is on the bed and he is on top. She wraps her legs around his body. He thrusts in and out, slowly at first, almost teasing her.
“CJ...please...deeper...” Casey moans
CJ responds in kind, going deeper inside of her. He thrusts faster and faster.
“Oh, God, CJ. I’m cumming. Don’t stop. Please. Oh Goooooood” Casey screams as she cums.
CJ is thrusting harder and, unable to control himself any longer, cums inside of her.
They lay there in each others arms for a few moments, too worn out to move.
“Mmmmm, that was really good,” Casey says. “Aren’t you glad you didn’t let me die?”
CJ, who had his head lying on her chest, looks up at her. “Yeah,” he says with a laugh.
Moments later, they hear Bart and Terry’s voices.
“Oh, shit.” CJ says as he jumps up and starts putting his pants back on. “You gotta get dressed.”
“Why?”
“Um, because you’re laying there completely naked and Terry and Bart are...”
“Right here,” Bart says with a large grin on his face. “Had a nice talk, I see.”
Casey leans over to pick up her dress off the floor, then looks at Terry. Terry is looking at the floor, “Hey kid. You okay?”
Bart looks at Terry, who is very pale, then starts laughing, “He’s fine. He’s just never seen a naked woman before.”
Terry smacks Bart, “Like you have.”
Casey sits up, kisses CJ, and gets up to leave. She turns back to CJ, “I’ll be back again.”
As Casey and Terry walk away, Casey hears Bart ask, “Hey, what about me?” She just smiles to herself and keeps walking.
“I know. That’s why I want to talk to him.”
Terry opens and the door and yells to Bart, “Get up. You’re coming with me.”
“Hey!” Bart starts to yell.
“She wants to talk to CJ. Alone.”
CJ sits up on the side of the bed. “If he gets to go out, I want out too.”
“Bart’s not going anywhere. I am taking him to the other cell. He will be coming back in an hour or so. She wants to talk to you. You are going to listen,” Terry says as he locks the cell door being him and walks off with Bart.
CJ turns to look at Casey. She stands there in her sheer, short, pink tank dress with the blue and yellow flowers on it. He thinks to himself how cute she is. He pushes that thought right out of his mind. She’d never be interested in him. She looked like someone who is making something of herself. He was a security guard stuck working nightshift. He hadn’t had a girlfriend in ages and the last time he had sex, it was with his right hand.
He lays back down on the bed and turns away from her. “What do you want?”
“I wanted to see the person who was willing to let innocent people die just to save his own ass. What kind of person are you?”
“I don’t want to die.”
“I don’t either! I’m sure the others don’t either, but you were willing to let us die. What makes your life more important than ours?”
“Is this all you want to talk about? You’re in here now. What does it matter anymore?”
“Would you look at me?”
CJ doesn’t say anything. He just continues to lie on his cot with his back to her.
“LOOK AT ME.”
CJ slowly turns to look at her. She is standing there with a look in her eyes.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
A look of confusion crosses his face as he says “No.”
“Good,” she says as she sits down on the cot next to him, “Maybe you should see what you would have missed if you had let us die.”
She pushes him down on the cot and climbs on top of him.
“Wha...”
“Shut up.” She says as she leans in and kisses him hard, on the lips. She pulls his shirt off of him and kisses on his neck. “You were going to let me die. You are going to be my slave.” She pulls her dress over her head and off, revealing that she was not wearing a bra or panties. Then she starts kissing down his chest, reveling in the feel of his hair, because she has a fetish for guys with hairy chests. While kissing on his chest, she takes his belt off and gets her hand inside of his pants and under his boxers. She takes his already hard penis in her hand and starts rubbing his shaft. CJ lets out small moan. Casey then stops her hand job and gets him out of his pants and boxers. She sits atop him, and maneuvers herself until he is inside of her. She then starts thrusting and leans her head onto his chest, so that she can feel the hair on his chest against her body.
“Oh...” CJ moans. He then takes one arm, puts it around her and throws her around until she is on the bed and he is on top. She wraps her legs around his body. He thrusts in and out, slowly at first, almost teasing her.
“CJ...please...deeper...” Casey moans
CJ responds in kind, going deeper inside of her. He thrusts faster and faster.
“Oh, God, CJ. I’m cumming. Don’t stop. Please. Oh Goooooood” Casey screams as she cums.
CJ is thrusting harder and, unable to control himself any longer, cums inside of her.
They lay there in each others arms for a few moments, too worn out to move.
“Mmmmm, that was really good,” Casey says. “Aren’t you glad you didn’t let me die?”
CJ, who had his head lying on her chest, looks up at her. “Yeah,” he says with a laugh.
Moments later, they hear Bart and Terry’s voices.
“Oh, shit.” CJ says as he jumps up and starts putting his pants back on. “You gotta get dressed.”
“Why?”
“Um, because you’re laying there completely naked and Terry and Bart are...”
“Right here,” Bart says with a large grin on his face. “Had a nice talk, I see.”
Casey leans over to pick up her dress off the floor, then looks at Terry. Terry is looking at the floor, “Hey kid. You okay?”
Bart looks at Terry, who is very pale, then starts laughing, “He’s fine. He’s just never seen a naked woman before.”
Terry smacks Bart, “Like you have.”
Casey sits up, kisses CJ, and gets up to leave. She turns back to CJ, “I’ll be back again.”
As Casey and Terry walk away, Casey hears Bart ask, “Hey, what about me?” She just smiles to herself and keeps walking.