Jenny

Her mom was gone on that run, and so was Spencer. So Jenny and her father had gone over to have dinner with her older sister Cassie. Desiree and Duane lived there too, along with their daughter and Cassie's son. Jenny was only about a year older than him, but he looked and acted much younger. His voice was starting to change and it was hard to listen to him squeaking and croaking without laughing. Desiree had been sewing Jenny a new dress for the fesitval this year and while she was there, Jenny tried it on so Desiree could fix the places where it didn't fit her. Like all her clothes, the waist was too big and it was too small on her hips and ass. Luckily, Desiree had been pretty sure that would be the case and had left big seams on the skirt that she could let out. The dress was pinned and inside out, Jenny could already tell it was going to look good on her. It had short sleeves that were poofy on her shoulder and a neckline low enough to show a tasteful amount of cleavage. The waist was tight on her now, and the skirt was full. The color made her dark skin look even darker, and she liked that too. Jenny hugged her sister carefully, so she wouldn't stab her with the pins sticking out of the dress and thanked her profusely.

At the festival celebrating their birthdays, the seven of them and their mothers all wore white. It started back when they were babies, and their mothers had dressed them all in christening gowns. It had become a tradition after that. Cassie opened the door to see the dress. She told Jenny how pretty she looked. But when she headed back out into the hall she rolled her eyes. It always annoyed her that her son was not included in the festival. She had been responsible and waited until she and Spencer were married before they had sex. If she had slutted it up with him right away, it would have been the Alexandria eight instead of the seven. She tried not to be bitter about it but it still annoyed her.

Spencer always told her to remember that the festival was really for the whole town, not just the seven kids that had been born after the battle with the wolves. But he also said the election was just a formality and look what had happened there. She had a feeling that even her own family members had voted for Carl instead of her husband. And then her Aunt RickyJo throwing him that party at the bar. It made her mad enough to spit. Spencer had devoted the last fifteen years of his life helping his mother run this town. She tried to remind herself that he was going to be home more now, and have more time to spend with her and Aiden and the horses. But mostly she just thought he was getting a raw deal.

Jenny took the dress off carefully and put her own clothes back on. She had a date she was planning on sneaking out for later after her dad went to bed, so she was wearing short shorts and a snug tshirt. Desiree was laughing at her for never wearing any underwear.

"You better wear some under this dress or when you get up on that platform, or everyone in town is going to get a free show including Dad," Desiree told her. Jenny laughed. Desiree was probably right, she better find herself some panties. Too bad Judith wasn't her roomate anymore, or she could have borrowed a pair from her. Now her only roomate was Miss Kitty, and they didn't exactly wear the same size. There was probably a pussy joke to be had somewhere in that line of thinking, but she couldn't think of one at the moment.

Jenny's dad took forever to go to bed. He was up for hours working on one of his stupid baskets in the living room of their house. Jenny guessed that he was missing her mom and didn't want to go to bed without her. Or maybe he was waiting for Aunt Ricky and Uncle Daryl to get done doing whatever noisy business they were doing upstairs. Why it got louder in there instead of quieter when there were only two people in there instead of three she had no idea. Once she and MJ had climbed up the trellis on the side of the house and tried to peek in the window to see what they were doing. Not only did they not get a very good look at anything, they had ripped the trellis off the side of the house and fell backwards into a big patch of stinging nettles her Aunt Ricky grew for medicinal tea. Her Uncle Daryl had really reamed them out for that shit too, and the next day they had to go get a ladder and fix the trellis they broke. MJ had thought the whole thing was hilarious of course. I'm fixing this trellis real good so next time we climb it, it won't fall down. Goin' see me some humping. Then they both started laughing like crazy. His plan didn't work since after that her Aunt Ricky started keeping the bedroom curtains closed.

Jenny missed her cousin MJ. They used to have so much fun together, but now he acted like he didn't even know she was there. Didn't force you to do anything. And I know you liked it, you jerk. And she knew when he and Dixie went out hunting, he told his sister not to invite her. Dixie ignored him and invited her anyway, but Jenny usually made up some excuse not to go. She wasn't going where she knew she wasn't wanted. It wasn't her fault Judith got mad and took off. Jenny had never said a thing to her. Well, she tried to convince herself, if he doesn't want to spend time with me thats his loss. Plenty of men enjoy my company.

Lately, she had been spending her time with the leader of Seaside. She figured he was a safe bet, since there was no way he was going to want to stay here. And she could just tell him, sorry, I don't want to move away and leave my family, instead of the truth, which was sorry I don't actually like you, I just like having sex with you. That didn't usually go over very well. And no matter how many times she told these guys that she was only looking for some fun, they always ended up wanting more.

She went around the back of the boarding house. Her Aunt had told Seaside they could only have a certain amount of rooms, since they were still expecting Hilltop and the Kingdom. There was a large area out behind the boarding house that they could use for camping. As long as they had a kitchen and a shower they could use, most people didn't mind sleeping in tents, especiallly when the weather was nice. A small group was sitting around a small fire they had made inside one of the firepits. A man she didn't know was playing the guitar. The man she had been outside the wall with the week before got up from the small circle and approached her. Jenny rolled her eyes and looked for a way to avoid him. As the man walked towards her, the light from the fire cast shadows on his face. For a moment she saw him as the walker again, his eye dangling from its socket. She felt the skin on her arms pucker up like an uncooked chicken.

"Hey there," the man said, giving her a big friendly smile that made her feel a little sick, "looking for me?" Jenny shook her head. This did not seem to deter him. "Haven't seen you around in a few days, you been feelin' alright?," he asked. It was on the tip of her tounge to tell him the truth. He hadn't seen her around because she had been avoiding him on purpose. He was a nice man, but she just couldn't look at him now without thinking about that walker. And even if that wasn't the case, she liked the man from Seaside more than she liked him.

"I've been busy," she said, "getting everything ready for the festival." It wasn't a total lie. She had been busy, especially with her mother and Dixie gone. She had to take care of the birds and do the milking.

"Why don't you come sit by the fire a while," he asked, moving closer to her. "No bees allowed this time." Jenny could see now she wasn't getting out of this without being blunt.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I have other plans." She could tell from the man's face he was disappointed and maybe a little hurt. He wasn't stupid though. He would be here after these Seaside people were gone. He didn't want to be rude and completely burn his bridges with this girl. He took her hand and gave it a little squeeze.

"Maybe some other time?," he suggested. Jenny smiled at him, feeling grateful that he allowed her an out.

"Maybe," she said. Then she turned and headed quickly inside the boarding house before anyone else could stop her. The man she was looking for was Andrew, and he was in the last room on the right. Walking down the dark hallway gave her a shiver. There was a small candle in a holder against one of the walls, so people could find their way. But it was burning low and flickering, making every dancing shadow into a monster. She lifted her hand and drummed her fingers softly on Andrew's door, nervous for a moment that he wasn't going to answer and she was going to be stuck out in the hall, alone with the shadow creatures.

But then she heard a soft rustling inside the room and the door was flung open. He was only wearing a pair of ripped jeans, his feet and chest bare. His blonde hair that he usually kept tied back in a low ponytail at the nape of his neck was rumped up around his head and hanging softly down to touch his shoulders. Jenny had never asked him how old he was. He looked about her mother's age, but she guessed he was actually quite a bit younger than that. Being out in the sun all day everyday on a boat had not been kind to his skin. It had done wonders for the rest of him though. He was muscular in a lean way, kind of like her cousin MJ, but he was not that tall. His stomach was hard and had little ripples of muscle across it. And Jenny liked his hair too, which was as soft as her cousin Dixie's and almost as long. It was dirty blonde with lighter blonde streaks around his face. He was very tan, but far from being as dark as she was, and when she touched him, she liked the look of her darker coloring against his lighter skin.

"Gave up on you," he told her, rubbing his eyes.

"I'm sorry," Jenny told him, "I didn't mean to wake you. I can go if you want." He gave her a smile that let her know she wasn't going to be going anywhere. He was missing a tooth on one side of his mouth, the one right behind the canine. It showed when he smiled. She thought it made him look dangerous and roguish. And very sexy. He stepped back and gestured her inside, shutting the door behind her. She was hoping he was going to grab her up in his arms right away but he walked over and picked up a glass of water from his bedside, taking a drink and swishing the water around in his mouth a little before he swallowed it. He had a set of shoulders on him. They were broad and straight. Besides the ass, shoulders were the sexiest parts on a man. Her favorite time of year was the spring, when all the boys were outside working and the first really hot day they would all take their shirts off.

Andrew set his water glass down and closed the distance between them, pulling her into his arms. She kissed him eagerly, but he pulled back from her, holding her at arm's length.

"Before I forget again," he said, "I have something for you." Jenny raised her eyebrows. It was going to be hard to top Miss Kitty. She had been the best present Jenny had ever gotten. So far. Andrew poked around in a backpack that was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. He pulled out a bundle wrapped up in a few printed hankercheifs. Jenny found herself waiting in anticipation as he unrolled each one and set it on top of his backpack. The last one was a white kercheif with black designs painted on it. She almost thought that was the gift until he unrolled it and pulled out the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen. It was strung up on silky white cording and was all made of shells that formed a pattern, with one larger conical shaped one in the center and tiny little ones separating it from the others. The shells had been polished until they shone like they were made of glass. This gift was so much better than Miss Kitty. And Jenny had been eyeballing the gold necklace Dixie had gotten from her mother and wishing she had something that pretty to wear to the fesitval. Now she had something even better. Andrew moved behind her and reached forward to fasten the necklace around her neck. She held it with her hand until he got it tied to make sure it wouldn't drop to the ground accidentally.

"Where did you get this?," she asked.

"I made it," he told her.

"Really?," she asked. There was so much wonder in her voice he couldn't help but laugh. Jenny acted so sexually mature that he forgot how young she really was. He had originally brought the necklace as a present for the woman that used to be the leader of this town. He intended it to be a present to offer goodwill and open up trade negotiations between the two communities. But when he got here, Deanna was dead, and there was a young man in charge. He had thought about giving it to the man as a present for his wife, but after he met Jenny, he changed his mind and decided he would rather give it to her. Seeing how happy it made her, he knew he had made the right decision. She was young, and had a lot of family here. But like the old world saying, love conquers all. If she liked him enough, maybe she would be willing to come home with him. Or maybe this would just be a memory to keep him warm on long winter nights on his boat. No matter how it worked out, one thing he had learned in the new world was to never take anything for granted.

Jenny pulled her shirt off over her head, being very careful not to get it caught on her new gift. Then she kicked of her shoes and pushed her shorts down, stepping out of them. Wearing nothing but her new necklace, she climbed into Andrew's bed, pulling him in after her. He had been a teenager when the outbreak happened, so he had sex a few times with girls he dated in school. And he had a few women over the years, but never one like Jenny. She wasn't overweight, but it was obvious that the people here had enough to eat. Unlike the bony girls he met on the road, she was soft and curvy in all the right places. As soon as he was on the bed with her, she was pulling at the zipper on his jeans, kissing him hard on the mouth. He ran his hands over her body, filling his hands up with her and trying to stop himself from grabbing her too hard.

She drew him out of his pants, pushing them down and pulling him on top of her. Her hand was on him, trying to guide him inside of her. He pushed back and got up so he could take his pants all the way off. Balancing on one leg at a time, he yanked them off and tossed them across the room, making her giggle. She reached for him and he crawled back into bed with her, kissing her all over her face and neck, nibbling at her earlobes one at a time. Then she was arching her back, gripping his hips with her hands. He pushed inside her, his arms wrapped around her, kissing her, feeling her moan into his mouth. They moved together, with him trying to follow her lead and move at a pace that felt good to her. Then he felt her digging her nails into him and she was making her soft little high pitched noises. He would have liked to keep going and maybe make her come again, but the sounds she was making put him over the edge and he pulled out of her quickly, spilling onto the sheet between her legs.

He collapsed on top of her, rolling to keep from putting too much of his weight on her. She was breathing hard, holding him tight as she buried her face in his chest. She felt him stroking her hair and her back. Usually once she got done, Jenny liked to run. But she found she didn't mind having Andrew close to her. He smelled like salt and sunshine with a hint of rum and she liked the way he held her, close but not too tight. Once she caught her breath, Jenny pulled away from him and stood up, walking over to the mirror in his room. She pulled at pushed at her hair a little, fixing it in the back where it had gotten smashed against the pillow.

The necklace looked even better on. The shells were white and bright against her dark skin and she liked the way the middle shell hung down, almost between her breasts but not quite that low. It was going to look good with the dress her sister made for her. Andrew watched her preening in the mirror, enjoying the view of her naked backside.

"Going to stare at yourself all night," he asked, "or are you coming back to bed?"

"I haven't decided yet," she said. She turned and gave him a beautiful smile. He loved the look of her even white teeth against the darker color of her lips. "Thank you for the necklace," she said, "its beautiful." He was propped up on his elbow now, watching her and smiling.

"You are very welcome."

"Got any pot?," she asked him. Well that was a quick change of subject, he thought. Jenny was picking her clothes up, but he was happy to see she was not putting them on. The first time they had sex she had gotten up and left right away. Instead she folded them neatly and placed them on the small table next to the bed. She reached behind her neck, to untie the necklace, her small firm breasts lifting up and jiggling with the movements of her arms.

"Yeah, you wanna have a smoke?"

"Yes please," she said, climbing back into bed and not being shy about sprawling out. He leaned over her and grabbed a little box that was sitting next to her folded pile of clothes. Then he pulled out a small glass pipe and a bag of pot, filling the small pipe. Lighters were hard to come by these days, so he picked up a thin piece of wood from the beside table and got up to light it on the candle that was lighting the room. He held the flaming tip to the pipe and sucked at it a little to get it going. Once it was lit, he got back in bed and handed it to Jenny. She sucked in the smoke, holding it in for a few seconds and then blowing it out. She had noticed there wasn't much left in Andrew's little box.

"That all you got left?," she asked. Andrew nodded, taking the pipe from her and hitting it.

"I was going to trade for some more while I was here," he said.

"I can just get you some," she offered, "My Aunt has like a thousand jars of it curing down in our basement." He leaned over, rubbing her hips and kissing her on the neck.

"Don't want you to get in trouble."

"I won't," Jenny said, "I can say I traded it for the necklace." That would be easier than explaining to her father how she came across such a beautiful gift anyway. She had been telling him men just gave her things for no reason, but that excuse was getting flimsier by the day. Denial was a powerful motivator for her father, but even he could only swallow so much bullshit before he choked. Besides, their personal stash was on one set of shelves, the rest was fine to use for trading. The alcohol they had was set up the same way. Jenny knew it wasn't necessary to ask permission before she made a trade unless it involved the animals or a large amount of food.

"You don't have to give me anything for the necklace," Andrew told her, his hand moving up her stomach to cup one of her breasts, "that was a gift."

"I know," Jenny said. Then she thought about it. Why was she offering to give him some weed anyway? She had never given anything to any other man, except her body. Maybe you like him, its ok to like him. Just don't get too attached. The necklace was a very extravagant gift, she convinced herself she was just being nice so she didn't owe him anything later. "So do you want it or not," she asked. He laughed. Jenny was cute when she was trying to act tough.

"Of course I want it," he told her, "but not as much as I want you." She smiled at him, feeling high enough to let herself swoon a little at the sound of such a nice compliment. He set the now empty pipe next to the bed and laid back, holding her close so she could rest her head against his bare chest. He was high now too, and his mind was starting to wander.

"What do you think your people are going to find at Camp Little Lake?," he asked.

"Nothing good," Jenny said sadly. The best that was going to come out of this was that her people might be able to salvage what supplies were left there. A pregnant woman wouldn't run away from her camp with no food and no supplies unless she had no choice, no matter how crazy she was. Andrew hugged Jenny tight against his chest for a moment. No matter how young, no one in the new world grew up without seeing some tragedy and horror.

"What you think about all the stuff about biters climbing walls?," he asked. He felt her shudder a little in his arms and immediately regretted asking his question.

"I try not to think about it," she said, "why?" She was thinking about that walker again now. Seeing it clearly in her mind because she was high.

"Nothing," he said, "forget I asked." He wanted Jenny to enjoy her time with him. If he upset her, she might not come back. She could tell by the way he said it that he had not asked the questions for no reason.

"Why?," she asked again, lifting her head up to look at him.

"Just saw some biters acting weird on the way here," he said casually, trying to think of another subject. Now Jenny was on full alert.

"What were they doing?," she asked. Taking their pants down and showing you their rotting dicks? Andrew could tell by the way she was asking that she might have seen something herself. That would explain the shivering. He thought about what he had seen exactly.

When they were about a day and a half out from Alexandria, they had seen two biters shuffling along, a long ways behind them. No one had been concerned at first. When the biters got close enough, they would just take them out. And they were so far away, they were out of bow shooting range, and no one wanted to waste a bullet. But when they stooped for a break to water the horses, thats when the strange stuff started happening. When they stopped, the biters stopped. One of them even sat down on a log. With the break over, Seaside started walking again, and the biters started walking again. Staying back and well out of range. Andrew thought maybe they were not biters, but people that had covered themselves in biter blood as camouflage. It was not uncommon for small groups or individuals travelling alone to do this. And maybe they were scared of the people from Seaside, which is why they were staying back.

Andrew took a few men and darted into the woods off the main road. They doubled back and got around behind the couple. They meant to introduce themselves and offer to let the people travel with them. But when they walked up on them, they had not been people at all, but nasty rotting biters. And they looked like they had fed recently since there was fresher looking blood splashed across their chests. Andrew and his men took them out easily, but they couldn't explain the strange behavior they saw. When he heard the rumors about Little Lake, he had found them to be a little more believable than most people.

Jenny listened to his story, resting her head on his chest so he wouldn't see her facial expressions. It was on the tip of her tounge to tell him what she saw, since she guessed there was a small chance he might believe her. But then she would have to tell him about how she had been having sex with that other man. And she didn't want him to know about that.

"You think I'm crazy?," he asked her.

"No," Jenny said firmly, "I don't."

"You see something too?," he asked. She thought again about saying something, but changed her mind.

"No," she lied, "I haven't seen anything."

** I originally wrote Andrew for my lady claimers story. So he will be showing up in that one soon if anyone is reading both. **