About 2-3 weeks later, Albert and Amata had been extremely happy with each other since the day he'd asked her out. Every week-day, during lunch and after school, they'd both go to Al's bedroom and either work on a project together (whether personal or academic), play Pip-Boy games, read comics, or just make-out for ages on end. The Overseer never suspected a thing, since he didn't ever seem to pay attention to his daughter anyway; he probably assumed that Amata was going to her friends' apartments to do homework or something. Amata never had friends besides Al, so he wasn't completely wrong. However, Al and Amata were no longer 'friends', but the Overseer didn't need to discover that...
After school on one Friday, the young couple were sitting on Al's bed with their feet on the floor, with their boots just beside his nightstand. They were playing on their Pip-Boys, when Amata spoke up. "Ya know… we've still got a few hours until it gets late… Plus, it's a Friday." She told Al, looking into his eyes, to which he looked back at her for a few seconds, before he leaned towards her, and they began to kiss. After a few seconds, Al put his tongue against Amata's lips, to which she very happily opened her mouth, so that he could gain entry. After a while of making out, Amata vigorously shoved her tongue into his mouth, licking it with fury and passion. "I love you." She whispered.
Al then pulled back, took her hands, and just looked at Amata for a second. "I love you too, Amata Almodovar…" He said, before making out with her again, with his left arm around her waist, and his right hand resting on Amata's left hand, which lay on her lap. After a few minutes, Amata became more confident than she'd ever been; she took Al's right hand and simply placed it on her left breast, making Al's eyes widen. Amata grinned at this as she softly rubbed her round, decent-sized breast with his hand. Amata then cupped Al's right cheek with her hand and pulled him close again, while he continued to softly fondle her breast.
After doing this for several minutes, the top halves of their jumpsuits - as well as their Pip-Boys - were off, revealing their white undershirts. After some more minutes of French-kissing, Amata then became even more confident, and felt Al's lap with her hand, which made her notice something. "Babe, you're… hard." She said in a shocked, but soft tone, which matched her facial expression.
"Amata… a beautiful girl's just been making out with me for about ten minutes while I felt her tits… Whadda you expect?" He said with an embarrassed grin. "It's been hurting for a while…" He added. "Every time we've ever made-out, as a matter of fact…"
Al's description of Amata using the word 'beautiful' made her snap, somewhat. She smacked her lips onto his and made-out with him for a few seconds, before pulling back. "Well, it looks like I'm going to have to fix this little 'problem' of yours…" She said, giving him a seductive smirk as she got on her knees in front of him. She then unfastened the rest of his jumpsuit and saw his bulging erection about to burst out of his underwear. "Or, rather, this BIG 'problem'... Let's give this big guy some air…" She grabbed the top of Al's boxers and pulled them down to his testicles, promptly allowing Al's rock-hard manhood spring free. "Jesus!" Said Amata, taken by surprise. "THAT is a big cock…" She added, giving Al a huge ego-boost, before Amata pulled down Al's jumpsuit all the way off. She then brought her tongue to the tip, and licked it all the way around a few times, in a circular motion, making Al let out a moan. Amata noticed this, how he was enjoying her 'company'.
She then kissed the tip, then began to kiss it all the way downwards… before taking the tip into her mouth and swirling her tongue all the way around it. After about ten seconds of this, and Al groaning in pure pleasure, Amata slowly lowered herself, sliding her mouth further and further down his shaft. As she almost managed to take the entire thing into her mouth, Al was not only in Heaven, but he was also quite impressed. Amata was also impressed with herself, since she'd never even touched a penis before, let alone sucked one. As she almost reached his cock's base, she glided her mouth back up, and repeated this process, gradually getting faster and faster. She then just sucked the top half of his dick, while she jerked off the bottom half, slowly sliding her hand up and down in a circular motion as she sucked him off.
After about five minutes of this, Al was reaching his limit. "I-I'm gonna cum, Babe!" He said to his girlfriend. This made Amata mentally smile to herself, feeling great pride. Just as he came, she jolted her mouth off his dick and pointed it to her face whilst she continued to jerk him off, prompting him to completely glaze her face in cum, which dripped down her chin and onto her shirt. This brought a big smile to Amata's drenched face. After about ten seconds, Al was panting and perspiring greatly. He eventually composed himself, and looked down at Amata, who just knelt there, looking up at him, with an angelic smile, and his cum all over her face.
She'd never been happier, and he didn't remember her ever looking this beautiful. He knew she was very attractive - he'd always noticed that, but she looked unbelievably stunning at this moment in time. "I can't put into words how perfect you are, and how happy you make me." He said without a second thought. Amata just got up from her knees, walked to the nightstand, and grabbed a bunch of Al's tissues, still with a smile on her face. "Amata?" He asked, slightly concerned that she wasn't talking. She then just wiped her face of the cum that had smothered it, then wiped her shirt (which was luckily white), and then looked at Al, giving him the happiest smile he'd ever seen on a person.
Amata bent over and kissed him softly for a few seconds, before pulling back and looking into his eyes. "I'm so happy that I make you happy." She said, glowing. This made Al then smile back at her, before he took his shirt off and tossed it onto his jumpsuit on the floor.
"Well, I wanna make you happy, now." He said as he tucked his manhood back into his boxers, and stood upright to face her. Al was only wearing his boxers and socks, whereas Amata was still wearing her t-shirt, socks, and jumpsuit, albeit with her jumpsuit's sleeves tied around her waist. Al put his hands on Amata's hips and kissed her, before moving his hands to her ass, gently squeezing her cheeks. After a full minute of this, Al began undoing her jumpsuit-pants, and pulling it down slowly. Amata looked visibly scared; she had always had self-esteem issues when it came to her body and her weight, which Al had always tried to reassure her about. As Al saw this look of fear and embarrassment in Amata's eyes, he gave her a reassuring look and pecked her on the lips. "You look divine, Honey." He said softly, before kissing her gently. As they did this, Amata felt much more self-confident, and she gradually stepped out of her jumpsuit as they kissed, before lightly kicking it away.
They both continued to fondle each other's bodies as they made-out, which carried on for about two, maybe three minutes. As Al was squeezing Amata's ass, he moved his hands to her slim waist, and took hold of the bottom part of Amata's shirt, prompting Amata to pull away from his lips and lift her arms. Al gently lifted Amata's shirt over her head, and tossed it over to their clothes on the floor. When Al looked back at his girlfriend, she was standing there nervously, with most of her skin - including her perky breasts - now exposed for him to behold. "I… Am I…? Um…" Amata couldn't get the words out due to embarrassment, but Al just spent a full twenty seconds staring at her gorgeous tits.
"You'll never know how just fucking hot you are…" He murmured, drooling. Al then snapped back to reality a bit more, looking up at Amata's face, seeing her wide eyes and red cheeks. However, before Al could say anything further, Amata just quickly leaned in and made-out with him for about thirty seconds, before she pulled away briefly.
"You'll never know how good you make me feel. I don't know what I'd ever do without you, Albert." She said quietly and lovingly, before making-out again. As they French-kissed, they both pulled each other's undergarments off; Amata slowly pulled down Al's boxers, whilst Al did the same with Amata's panties. As they pulled apart and stepped back to step out of their underwear, still holding each other's hands, they couldn't help but stare at each other's naked bodies; something they'd both never seen before. After ten seconds of staring, they just pressed their lips against each other's. After a few seconds, Al cupped Amata's cheek with his right hand, while fondling her tits with the other.
After Al did this, Amata's right hand wandered from his abs, down to his already-rigid cock, before she began stroking him. Al then pulled away, with Amata responding with a slightly sad expression, before Al more-than made up for it when he leaned into her ear. "Lay down, gorgeous…" He whispered, making Amata's spine tingle in excitement. Since they had been standing right by the side of Al's bed, Amata sat on it, just as Al leaned over and gave her a reassuring kiss, before Amata lay down on her back, with her thick, naked, light-brown thighs hanging off the side of the bed. Al just took a moment to marvel at the unending beauty that lay before him, while she just looked up at him with an awaiting smile, and cute, puppy-dog eyes.
Al leaned over and got on-top of his girlfriend, then began kissing her lips and cheeks, before gradually moving lower down. He kissed down her neck, down to her chest, and hesitated for just a second, before moving his lips to her left nipple without warning. Amata immediately moaned loudly as Al sucked her nipple, which was shortly followed by his hand playing with her right breast; she was in utter bliss. After some time, Al switched; he began sucking Amata's right nipple, while he played with her left breast. After doing this for a bit, Al stopped, then kissed his way down Amata's curvaceous midriff area, past her belly-button, and then... very gently, began to lick Amata's smooth pussy-lips, earning him a moan louder than the last.
"Honey, YES!" She shouted in pleasure. After doing this for a minute, he licked upwards slightly, landing his tongue on Amata's swollen clitoris. "YES. Yes, YES!" She was losing control of herself, now, and she was drenching Al's face with her soaking cunt. "I-I'm cumming! Fuck! AAHHH!" Amata came hard, squirting and spraying her lover's face with cum.
After a minute or two, her orgasm had died down. It was the first time she'd ever had an orgasm that someone else had given her - the strongest orgasm she'd ever had. She was completely drained and disoriented from both counts. "Better now, sexy?" Asked Al, smiling as he licked his lips. Amata looked up at him, whilst still panting, with watery eyes and red cheeks. Seeing that he'd wiped and licked most of her cum off his face, she sat up, dragged him on-top of her, and made-out with him, surprising him quite a bit. Amata almost-immediately wrapped her legs around Al's waist, securing him to that spot. After several minutes of kissing, Al pulled away. "Wanna go again?" He asked with a coy smirk, gently pressing the tip of his nose against hers.
"Are you really asking?" She responded, grinning with joy. After kissing again, Amata grabbed Al and rolled him over so that she was on him. She then smacked her lips onto his, and shoved her tongue as far into his throat as she could, with Al responding by doing much the same. After a short while, Amata got onto her knees and climbed towards Al's face. She lowered her pussy onto her boyfriend's face, and she immediately felt his tongue go right through her pussy-lips, and deep into her womanhood. She stayed in this position for minutes on end, screaming her brains out. Luckily, the vault was built with state-of-the-art technology, so almost-nothing could be heard through the doors, unless it was actually touching them, such as a knock.
Al ate Amata's cunt until she reached orgasm, which didn't take long - only about a minute. She then reached another orgasm, and then another; she came three times just from riding his face alone. She was so caught up in screaming with pleasure, that she had only calmed down from her third orgasm when she noticed that she hadn't moved off her boyfriend since she began to straddle him. Amata then quickly raised herself on her knees and crawled off him, kneeling beside him. "Sorry, Babe, you okay?" She asked.
"Sorry? Am I okay?" He responded calmly, as he wiped the puddle of her cum off his face. "I just spent five minutes choking on the smooth, soaking pussy of a drop-dead sexy Latina goddess… I've had worse days." Al would never be able to comprehend how much he'd just complimented Amata, and how flattered and loved she'd felt. She responded to this by shoving their lips together, and her tongue deep into Al's mouth. After about thirty seconds, Al vigorously got up and took hold of Amata's upper-arms, before gently laying her down on his bed so that her head was on the pillow. "You're too cute, y'know?" He said to her with a smirk.
Before she could respond, he just immediately French-kissed her, while his right hand found her pussy. As the two lovers repeatedly licked each other's lips in a circular motion, she was jerking him off at a fairly quick pace, which he did mind whatsoever, while he had entered his middle finger into her pussy, fingering her at a slower pace. After a blissful while of doing this, he entered his right index finger into her pussy, making her body jolt slightly. Al noticed this. "It's okay, Sweetie…" He whispered assuringly. "I'd never hurt you…"
"H-Honey…" Amata muttered. "I love you s-so much… Please, fi… finger me faster…"
Al very happily obliged, making Amata moan, and cum within about fifteen seconds. Al then came shortly afterwards, cumming all over his woman's abdomen. They both smiled at each other, having never felt so content in their lives. They both softly kissed each other, before Al spoke up quietly. "I really want you to stay over tonight… Even if it's just for tonight, it would mean a lot to me…" He said, laying down next to her.
"I don't care what my dad says to me tomorrow, or how much he might scold me; he can just deal with the fact that I'll not be going home tonight." She said, giving him a big smile. They then both got under the covers and shortly fell asleep, with deep feelings of complete happiness.
The next morning, Amata had woken up at around 5:30, and she realised that the bed that she had been sleeping on was damp with a mixture of their cum. This made her smile to herself as she got up to go to the bathroom. Amata used the bathroom, rinsed her face, and got back into bed with Al, who was out cold, laying on his back. Amata rested her head on his chest and put her arm around him, pulling her sprawled-out bedsheet back over them. She couldn't get back to sleep after that, as they had fallen asleep rather early the previous evening - maybe at about 6-7pm. For almost three hours, Amata just laid like that, lost deep within her thoughts, until - at roughly 8:00-8:30am - Al had finally begun to stir as he awoke. As Al rubbed his eyes open, he eventually found Amata resting her head on her arms, which were folded onto his chest. "Morning, sleepy-head…" Amata said to him with a soft smile.
Al was still only half-conscious. "Ugh, mm." He attempted to respond, despite not being a morning person. This made Amata lightly chuckle to herself, before she pecked him on the cheek and got up, grabbing her Pip-Boy and checking the time - 8:17. However, Al quickly awoke more fully when he realised that he'd just experienced lots of sexual activity with the love of his life just the previous night, and that she was still there with him after spending the night. He opened his eyes more than halfway, then looked at Amata, who quickly looked back, and held out his hand for her, offering her back into bed with him.
Amata smiled, put her Pip-Boy onto the nightstand, and took Al's hand, climbing onto the bed by his side, and crawling over to him. As Amata was on her knees, she bent down all the way and began to kiss Al, sticking her very nicely-sized ass all the way in the air. As they made-out passionately, Amata rubbed Al's chest with her left hand, while gently brushing through his hair with her right hand. Al just put his arms around her, bringing her as close to him as he could. After softly making-out for about two minutes, Amata pulled upwards from him and spoke up. "I'll never forget last night… Whatever happens - whatever we may go through during the rest of our lives - I'll never forget it…" She said to him quietly.
"You took the words right outta my mouth, Toots. I'll always remember it; it'll probably be the last thing that runs through my mind before I die." He replied, sitting upright, before bringing his lips to hers once more. As Al was sitting upright on the bed, and Amata was on her knees facing him at an angle, he put his arms around her waist, with her doing the same with his neck as they kissed. After thirty seconds, Al began to lift Amata up slightly, prompting her to lift her left leg and climb over and onto him; Al was now sat up with Amata on his lap. Her legs were crossed around his lower back, and her hands were cupping his cheeks, whilst Al was gently rubbing his hands all over Amata's naked, perfect body - from her shoulders and her breasts, down to her hips and her ass.
As they did this for about a minute, Al's cock had now become fully-erect, which made the tip poke at Amata's soft pussy-lips. The couple both quickly noticed this as it happened, and they both looked down and their genitals. "Do I really turn you on that much?" Amata asked with a proud smirk.
"You have NO idea, Hun." Al responded.
"Babe, listen…" Amata began. "You know that I've always loved you more than anything, and I know that you love me, too. But, I… We've not been together for very long, and… we're still pretty young, and... I'm n-"
"You're not ready to have sex, and I completely understand, Babe. I won't force you to rush into it; whenever we're ready." Al cut her off, both finishing Amata's sentence, and more-than reassuring her, in one go.
"I love you." She said bluntly, but with complete feelings of happiness and contentment. "I love you, I love you." She said, repeatedly kissing his cheeks, neck, and face all-over.
As Amata did this, Al spoke up. "Babe… I'm completely fine with waiting a while to have sex, but… my cock's really straining now, and… you're not helping." He said softly, with a sheepish smirk appearing across his face as he finished making his point, making Amata cease her kissing-frenzy and look her boyfriend in the eye. Amata smirked devilishly at Al, before she looked down at his cock.
"Aw, does somebody need a quick relief?" She asked sarcastically, but softly, as she began to slowly grind her wet pussy on his rock-hard cock. "Do you want me to give you relief of this 'stress'?" She asked again teasingly, before she began to softly nibble Al's left earlobe, grinding her pussy at a slightly quicker pace.
"Please… Babe…" He muttered. "I… need it…"
"You need it, huh?" Amata responded, still in a teasing manner, as she looked into Al's eyes. "If you need it so bad, I wanna hear you beg for it…" She added, with a smirk.
"Babe…" He said. "Please… I'm-I'm begging you… Please make me cum… I want it, please…"
This prompted Amata to immediately bring her lips to his, before she gently pushed him downward by his shoulders, and onto his back, with his head on the pillow. "Lay back…" She whispered. "I'll take care of you…" Amata kissed him passionately for a few more seconds, before lowering herself towards his cock as he lay down. Amata did what she did the previous night; she licked at the tip of his cock, before putting her lips around it, licking all the way round the head, and then finally lowering her head almost all the way down his shaft. As she began to suck him off, she sped up a bit. However, instead of jerking him off as she did this, she quickly had the idea to use her large tits instead.
As Al was beginning to moan louder, Amata stopped sucking for a moment, to his confusion and dismay, before he looked down and saw her grab her soft tits and squeeze his cock in between them, much to his delight. As Amata gave Al a tit-job, repeatedly moving her tits up and down his cock at a moderate pace, she then brought her tongue to the tip of his cock as she did this, circling it with her wet, smooth tongue. Al had never experienced this pleasure before, and he was absolutely cherishing every second of it. Amata was simply a-natural at this; if they hadn't been such close friends beforehand, he'd have guessed that she'd done this many times before. "Oh GOD, I love you, Amata! I'm cumming!" Al said loudly.
Amata was happy that she was doing her job right, and she quickened the pace of her tits rubbing along his shaft while she continued to lick his tip, causing Al to explode within ten seconds. Al grunted and groaned as he came hard all over Amata's face and tits, as well as his own abdomen and genitals. Unlike last night, Amata decided to try and taste his cum, so she delicately licked her lips, to which she was greeted with a weirdly salty, but sweet taste of her lover's semen. Amata licked her lips some more, before deciding to lick up some of the cum that was spilled onto Al's cock, licking and kissing up and down his soaking member. She then looked up, to find that Al had been looking at her with wide eyes and a small grin, with the top half of his torso propped up by his elbows on the bed. "Fuck ME, that's a beautiful sight…" He said softly.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Sexy." Amata said with a grin, before looking down at her tits and Al's cock. "Umm… I think… I need a shower. I think you do as well, actually." She said, before getting off the bed, and taking off her pink socks, which she'd been wearing since the previous day. Al then crawled to the edge of the bed, removed his own white socks, and stood on his feet, before taking Amata's hand.
"We're together now… which means that we can shower together…" He said, smiling softly as he looked Amata in the eye, which made her smile back, despite her face still soaked in cum, but Al found her - in a way - more attractive like that. "Come on." Said Al, walking with Amata to his shower.
Amata then gently pulled back. "Oh, hold on a sec, Baby." She said, undoing her ponytail, and letting her long, beautifully wavy hair loose. Al was in awe; he'd rarely seen her brown hair without a ponytail since they were children. He was actually surprised to see how long it was; just past her shoulders. Amata noticed him staring at her. "You okay, big boy?" She asked with an expectant smile.
"You should let your hair down more. It's gorgeous." He said with a day-dreamy smile.
Amata smiled sweetly, feeling very flattered at that comment. "Maybe I will." She said as she took a step forward, then kissed his cheek, before taking his hand as they walked to the shower together. As Al had kindly let Amata step into the shower cubicle first, he watched her ass bounce and jiggle as she stepped forward. Being a young man in his sexual prime, he couldn't help smacking the beautiful girl's ass. She turned her head back to face him, giving him a smirk, to which he responded with a coy grin. "Get in here. Now." Amata ordered her boyfriend, pointing to the ground below her, still smiling.
Al just smiled and stepped into the shower and slid the glass door closed behind him, whilst Amata turned on the shower, since all showers in the vault worked the same, and had the same switches and such. While Amata turned 90 degrees and faced upward to the shower-head, Al got behind her and massaged the water into her long head of hair. As Amata was washing all of Al's cum off her face with her hands, she felt Al squeeze a comfortably large amount of shampoo onto her head, before he began to slowly massage it all into her hair, giving her a great sense of pleasure and comfort. "Thank you so much. That feels so nice." She said dreamily.
"You're my girl. You expect anything less?" Al asked rhetorically, before leaning over and kissing her cheek. Al quickly got back to washing his girlfriend's hair, which he continued to do for another two minutes. Al then reached over and took the shower-head from its holster, pointing it to Amata's hair, whilst massaging the shampoo out of her now-clean hair as the shower's water washed it away. "Close your eyes, Sweetie." Al said softly, so that Amata wouldn't get shampoo and water in her eyes.
Amata covered her forehead with her hands as she did so. After a minute of Al rinsing Amata's hair, he sheathed the shower-head, then heard Amata sobbing, still covering her eyes. "Amata? Honey?" He asked worriedly, gently turning her by her shoulders to face him, but Amata still just sobbed into her hands, looking down. "I'm so sorry, Amata!" He said softly. "Did I get soap in your eyes?" He asked with concern, to which Amata retaliated by quickly removing her hands from her face, and throwing her arms around his neck, hugging him tighter than she'd ever done.
"I-I don't… have soap in my eyes…" She said, sobbing a bit harder. "Nobody's ever been this n-nice to me, or c-cared for me nearly as much as… you have…" She said quietly, sobbing in-between words, before lifting her head and looking Al in the eyes. Al saw that she was crying her eyes out, which really confused him, but also really upset him. "I love you s… so much, Albert… and I'll never stop loving you." She said, finalising her point by quickly leaning forward and kissing him. At that very moment, they had been giving each other the most passionate, powerful kiss that they'd ever given each other, and that was saying something.
After a couple of extremely long, blissful minutes of this, with the shower still raining onto them, they finally pulled back, and Amata rested her head on Al's chest as she put her arms around his back, still crying her heart out. Al just put his arms around Amata, embracing her as he kissed the top of her head. After several minutes of staying like this in the shower, they had turned it off, dried their bodies, and were now walking towards Al's bed, naked, and hand-in-hand. Amata then lightly tugged Al's right hand with her left, to which he just turned to her and smiled. Amata then put her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly for a few seconds. "I love you so much, Albert... and I wanna marry you someday."
"I promise, Amata… when the time comes, that's gonna happen… and we'll be so happy…" He said quietly. "I promise…" After another long, naked, but very passionate make-out session, they decided to get dressed so that Amata could go home. They both went for their pile of discarded clothes, where Amata found her panties and undershirt, which were completely soaked-through with her juices.
"Honey…?" Amata said to her boyfriend, holding his t-shirt, to which he looked at her with an expectant smile. "Can I… take this? Just for a little bit…" She asked bashfully.
Al then held Amata's shoulders and smiled down at her. "You can HAVE it, Princess." He said softly, earning him a big smile from his girlfriend, who was deeply flattered at his terminology. "Besides, I think I practically drenched yours when you sucked me off last night." He added with a sly smirk, before Amata kissed his cheek, and put on Al's shirt, which was - as expected - quite a bit too big for her, but she loved it. Amata then picked up her drenched panties and handed them to Al.
"Here." She said. "You can keep these, as a little… memento for… the best. Night. Ever." She said with a very content smile.
Al then looked at her with wide eyes, before taking her panties and sniffing them, giving him great joy, and earning him a flattered giggle from Amata. Now only wearing Al's t-shirt, who was now searching his drawers for a clean undershirt and boxers, Amata put on her jumpsuit, zipping it all the way up. As she stared at Al's naked body, Amata put on her socks, boots, and Pip-Boy. Al had now put on fresh boxers, and was greeted by a light smack to his backside, making him turn around to face Amata, who was smiling at him, and now fully-dressed... minus the panties, which were on Al's bed. "I gotta go now, stud. Be back as soon as I can." She said, before kissing him a last time, taking her dirty shirt, and leaving his apartment complex.
As Amata walked home, she'd had the happiest smile on her face the whole time. Meanwhile, shortly after Amata left, Al threw his fists up into the air with a sense of accomplishment, and true happiness. "YES." He said to himself through his grin. He then sat on the edge of his bed and jerked off to the thought of Amata's naked body in the shower, while he repeatedly breathed in her extraordinary scent from the panties that she left for him.
As he came, instead of grabbing tissues like usual, he just spunked all over the panties, which were now completely soaked in a mixture of his and Amata's cum. After wiping all his jizz onto his girlfriend's panties, he put them into a spare empty box, which he then slid under his bed, pondering the fact that his balls had never been this drained - not even since he hit puberty. Al then put on a fresh jumpsuit and clean socks, followed by his boots and Pip-Boy. He then began changing his damp bed sheets, so that he could chuck them in with his dirty clothes for the laundry.