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Subject: STORY: Love in Terror
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Date: Mon, 28 Dec 1992 02:35:00 GMT

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This is my first attempt at writing any type of erotica.  Any comments you
might have on this story would be greatly appreciated.  It may interest the
reader to know, however, that the entire thing was written soley by me, one of
our country's few remaining nineteen year old virgin males.  Take this into
account when you read it, and if I have made any incorrect anatomical
statements, please tell me. 



                                Love in Terror



Patrice was a typical orphan of the War.  She had lost her parents, her home, 
had little to eat, and barely any type of education.  Her days were spent 
walking through the shattered streets of her once beautiful city looking for 
food or a place to spend the cold November nights.  At fourteen she was 
already a pretty young woman, although the scars of the last six months had 
clearly taken their toll.  Her once beautiful reddish hair had become matted 
and scraggly, her deep hazel eyes gradually taking on a dim, hazy 
appearance.  She had started to show signs of her blossoming womanhood, with 
full delicate breasts, although the ragged pieces of clothing she wore to 
keep out the cold also kept in the secrets that adolescence had bestowed on 
her.  She had few friends, most had been killed by the soldiers, others 
leaving with what was left of their families and possessions.  She did have 
one close friend however, Jupp.Jupp had known Patrice since his parents had 
first moved to town from a farm 
about thirty kilometers outside of town.  Like Patrice, his parents had also 
been killed in one of the first raids, and with no one else left to turn to, 
he and Patrice had turned to each other in order to survive.  Jupp was about 
the same age as Patrice, having just had his fourteenth birthday days before 
the bombs started falling.  Now they both lived in a burned out old building 
a few blocks from their old home.  Each day Jupp would go steal some bread 
or fruit to feed the two as Patrice traveled about begging for coins or 
whatever she could get.
At night, when the chills of the coming winter settled in on the town, they 
would build a small fire in an old fireplace  and eat their meager rations, 
warm under a blanket they had pulled from what was left of Jupp's home.  
There, laying next to each other for warmth, they would look up at the stars 
through the broken old roof of the building and fall into a restless sleep.


        The remainder of the story will be told by Jupp, seeing the events as
he would see them.



I woke up about nine this morning, at least it was about nine, my father's 
old pocket watch doesn't keep very good time these days.  The fire was 
almost out, but I managed to save it and get it going again to give us some 
kind of warmth in the harsh morning air.  I sat there for a minute, staring 
at the flames and watching my breath form clouds as it left my mouth.  
Patrice was still asleep under the blanket, curled into a tight little ball. 
 I sat there by the fire for a while, gnawing on a bit of bread left over 
from last night...  We have to get out of here.  It's getting harder and 
harder to find food, and the days just keep getting shorter and colder.  If 
we can make it out of town, maybe we can find an old farmhouse or something 
to hold up in for the winter.  I could figure out a way to hunt for food 
like father and I used to, and use the skins for bedding or clothes if we 
have to.  But we can't stay here any longer, I had heard the old men talking 
down the street about how cold it was going to get over the next few months, 
and without a decent roof or solid walls to protect us, we'll both freeze to 
death.  
Patrice started to move around under the blanket and turned to peek out at 
me.  She saw the glazed look on my face and asked if something was wrong.  I 
told her about my plan and that we had to get out while we still could.  She 
closed her eyes for a moment and said that she didn't want to go, she was 
scared to leave the town, what if there were soldiers out there?  I said 
that I hadn't seen a soldier for over a month, and reminded her that if we 
didn't do something, we'd both freeze to death or die of starvation.  
Reluctantly she agreed and put her arms and blanket around us both,  for a 
long time we just sat there, scared to take the first step into the unknown.

Finally we got up, put all that we had in an old knapsack I had got off of a 
dead soldier and started walking.  We had never gone more than a mile from 
our neighborhood since the bombing, not that there was anything different to 
see anywhere other than destruction and death.  About noon we reached the 
edge of the city, the old city walls now cracked and crumbling.  We stepped 
out of the old city and turned south toward where my old home had been.  I 
knew the country well, but a year of war and fire bombings had reduced most 
of my old landmarks to dust.  By nightfall we were hopelessly lost with 
nothing to eat and no shelter in which to spend the night.  As twilight 
settled in I looked towards the setting sun and saw what looked like a 
building in the distance.  After asking what Patrice wanted to do, we 
started for the house finally getting there as the last bits of light bled 
away.

I walked around the house once, looking through cracks in the boarded up 
windows for any signs of life.   I knew that soldiers sometimes took shelter 
in peoples houses, whether by invitation or not, so we had to be careful.  
Not seeing any light I knocked on the door, more out of old habit than 
anything else, and having no answer, tried the knob.  To my surprise, the 
door opened with a a long rusted screech of its hinges.  I took a old candle 
stub from the bag and lit it, peering inside.  Cobwebs covered much of the 
walls, most of the furniture broken or covered with debris.  Patrice 
followed me inside and held my arm tightly as we walked around.  We found 
the old bedroom, with a bath next door, the kitchen, and a stairwell leading 
both up and down.  Slowly we descended the stair to find an old wood burning 
stove in poor condition, with a stack of wood nearby.  I started a fire in 
the stove and as Patrice warmed up next to it I walked to the other side of 
the room to check out a door I hadn't seen before.  It was locked shut with 
an old padlock.  Looking around I found a piece of metal and managed to 
break the rusted lock off with a few well placed blows.  With a bit of 
effort I pulled the door open and cast the light of the candle inside.  It 
looked like an old pantry with shelves everywhere and on the far wall what 
looked like jars of food!  Walking to the jars I picked one up and tried to 
identify its contents,  There wasn't that much light so I pulled the metal 
lid off and tried smelling it...  Strawberries!  I ran out to Patrice with 
the jar and as many others as I could carry.  We sat on the floor and ate 
with our fingers the sweet strawberry and plum preserves I'd found.  When we 
were finally full for the first time in weeks, I closed the door to the 
pantry and mentioned that we had to keep our appetites under control from 
now on, there wasn't enough in the room to feed us all winter, so we had to 
make it last. 

The fire had been going for about an hour and a half by this time, so the 
house was finally getting warm enough that we could take off our coats and 
go back upstairs to look around some more.  We checked all the cupboards in 
the kitchen for any supplies but found very little besides pots and some old 
tarnished silverware.  Upstairs was a child's bedroom with a doll house in 
the corner, but from the pictures on the walls it was obviously a teenage 
girls room.  Back on the main floor we checked to bathroom.  The water 
didn't work, of course, even if it did it would probably be undrinkable from 
being in the pipes for so long.  The bedroom was nice sized, with a bed that 
had certainly seen better days, and a mirror with a long crack in it.  In 
the closet I found a box of candles on a shelf and lit one for both of us.  
We were both tired by this time, and totally exhausted from the journey.  
After making sure that no one else was around, and restocking the fire to 
last the night, We worked on clearing off the bed, tossing the top blanket 
and all of its dirt and debris.  We both got into the bed, side by side, 
just like back in the city, only this was certainly not some cold hard 
burned floor, and for the first time in months, we fell asleep in each 
others arms without being cold or scared.

I awoke the next morning with my hand on Patrice's chest.  Realizing where my 
hand was I pulled it back quickly out of embarrassment.  In the dim morning 
light I gazed at her face and hair, my heart starting to race, for the first 
time thinking of how beautiful she was.  Slowly my eyes lowered to where my 
hand had been earlier and I noticed these two round bumps poking out through 
her flannel shirt.  "She's grown boobs!" I exclaimed to myself, with actual 
surprise.  I had never thought of Patrice as really being a woman, of course 
, since this all started, I hadn't had much on my mind except survival.  My 
dick started getting hard as I thought about all the times we had gone 
swimming down in the river next to town when we were younger.  Slowly, she 
started moving around in her sleep, starting to wake up.  Her hand brushed 
against my hard-on and I jumped a bit.  She opened her eyes and for a moment 
we stared at each other long and tenderly,  Finally she smiled and broke the 
trance saying that she hadn't slept that good in a long time.  She got out 
of bed and put on her coat.
        "Where are you going?" I asked.
        "I have to pee, I'll be right back."
As she left my dick really started throbbing bad.  I reached down under the 
covers and started stroking, needing some relief.  Just as I was about to 
come, Patrice walked back in and caught me.  I thought I had stopped in 
time, but she had apparently seen enough to perk her curiosity.
        "What were you doing?"  she asked in a naive voice.
        "Uh, nothing," I stammered, "I just had an itch."
        "Oh." she replied, and seemed to leave it at that.
We spent most of the day wandering around the house and the grounds outside.  
Patrice spent most of her time upstairs in the girls bedroom, and I decided 
to check out the barn.  It was old and run-down like everything else around 
here.  The loft was half filled with hay and a giant old water trough laid 
on end next to the door.  Thinking a moment, I realized that neither of us 
had had a bath in months so I went back to the house and checked out the 
tub.  Unfortunately, it had a giant crack in it from one end to the other.  
There was no way it would hold water.  So I decided to try to haul the old 
water trough from the barn into the house.  After about an hour I muscled it 
into the kitchen and sat it in the middle of the room.  Satisfied with my 
work I went upstairs to tell Patrice what I'd done.  As I started up the 
steps I heard some strange noises coming from the room she was in.  I 
tiptoed to the door and peeked in.  Patrice was laying on the bed with a 
book in one hand and her other hand down the front of her pants.  What was 
she doing?  Remebering what happened with me this morning, I guessed that 
maybe she was doing the same thing.  I didn't want to embarrass her, so I 
went back down the stairs and announced my presence before going back up. I 
heard her bounce off the bed and run around the room real fast.  When I 
walked in on her she had gotten rid of the book and had a real flushed look 
on her face.
        "What's wrong?" I asked, trying to play dumb.
        "What?  Oh, nothing, just looking around."  she responded.
        "Find anything interesting?"
        "Not really." she added, as she seemed to stare at my crotch.
        "Well,  I figured out a way to take a bath, the tub is broken, but I
brought in a bigger one from the barn.  I feel like I haven't been clean in a 
year or two so I'm going to heat some water."
        "Can I use it too?" she asked.
        "Sure." I thought for a moment, "but you know, in order to keep from
using to much , we'll both have to use the same water."
        "Oh," she paused,"...okay, I guess."
        "What's wrong?" I asked.
        "Well, that's kind of naughty, don't you think?"
        I thought for a moment, "We used to swim in the river together in the
nude all the time, but if you're embarrassed..."
        "No wait," she said, " I guess I really don't mind."

My dick started getting hard again, "Okay, lets get some water heating on the 
stove downstairs, we'll have to melt snow, the pump outside doesn't seem to 
work."

We grabbed buckets of snow and brought them in next to the fireplace. Most 
of them we just let melt while we heated up four or five on the top of the 
stove.  The cold water went in first, then the hot to kind of even things 
out to the right temperature.  Then came the moment of truth, I got 
undressed real quick and hopped in before she could notice my dick swelling 
up again.
        "I'm going to go dig up some soap." she said as she started for the
bathroom.

I sat there for a few minutes wondering where she was  when she peeked around 
the door and slowly came out into the light in nothing but her birthday 
suit.  Her breasts were much bigger that I had thought, full and beautiful 
with large pink nipples sticking out with little points.  Her pubic hair was 
as red as the hair on her head, but matted and dirty, just like everything 
else.  She walked toward the bathtub and looked in at me.  I saw her staring 
at my penis sticking up out of the water so I quickly tried to cover it up.  
She looked at me in the eyes and sat down in the water next to me.  Slowly 
we bent toward each other and our lips touched briefly.  Then again, but 
this time a long deep kiss.  I put my hand around her and pulled her toward 
me, her breats, large for her age I thought, mashing against my chest.  We 
soaked like that for a long time, until finally I picked up the wash rag and 
started to run it over her beautiful body.  Starting first on the face, the 
soap gently removing a month's worth of grit.  We kept on kissing as I moved 
the rag down to her breasts.  It was the first time I had ever actually 
touched a woman, and even through the cloth, it felt wonderful.  I slowly 
massaged and washed her tits, tracing the nipples with my finger and then 
around underneath the folds of her cleavage.   She started making soft 
gasping noises and moaning every now and then.  I moved on down to her pussy 
and made her sit with her ass on my legs so that I could see better.  The 
water had soaked her thick red bush down into a mat of fire.  I soaped up 
the rag again and began rubbing around her pussy with small round strokes.  
Patrice's moaning increased dramatically and she let one leg slide back into 
the water leaving me a clear view of what was between them.  I had never 
even known that girls had anything like this (I didn't  get much sex 
education in my family).  I took my finger and traced the folds of skin 
until I found this little bump right at the top, I gently touched it and 
Patrice howled  and grabbed onto my rock hard dick with her right hand.  As 
aroused as I already was, I almost came at the mere touch of  her hand on my 
penis.  I kept tracing the folds until I realized that there was a hole 
underneath of them.   I took one finger and slowly pressed it into the hole. 
 It was so warm and soft that I pushed in farther until finally Patrice 
started screaming and grabbing harder on my dick.  I thought I might be 
hurting her so I started to pull out when suddenly I felt the hole tighten 
up around my finger and start pulsing and squeezing .  The sensation of 
Patrice rubbing my penis plus the outrageous new sensations of a woman 
having an orgasm in my arms sent me over the edge as well, making me come 
all over my stomach.   

We collapsed in each other's arms and held each other tightly.  We looked at 
each other and met in a long deep kiss.  After a few minutes we came back to 
reality and noticed that there was a hole in the tub.  The water was down 
around our navels and dropping rapidly so I suggested that we should 
probably get out and wash our clothes in the remaining hot water and then 
hang them up overnight to dry by the fire.  Patrice aggreed so we got out of 
the tub, helped dry each other off, and quickly washed our clothes with the 
remaining hot water.  Even with the stove roaring downstairs it was kind of 
chilly walking around in the nude so when we got done Imentioned that the 
bed was probably a lot warmer.  Taking the hint, Patrice took me by the hand 
and pulled me into the bedroom, closing the door behind us.       







 
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