Several months later, on 25th December, 2274, it was two days before Butch DeLoria's seventeenth birthday. The two 16-year-olds Albert and Amata had been having a great relationship thus far, though still making a successful effort not to let Amata's father - the vault's Overseer - know about it, since Alphonse had never liked Albert, nor his father James, the vault's physician.
Regardless, Al and Amata had had several arguments and whatnot, as people in relationships tend to do, but they always sprung back together stronger than ever in the end. Al and Amata had been together since 3rd August, 2274, on the day of the Generalised Occupational Aptitude Test, very soon after Amata's sixteenth birthday, and throughout the 4.5 months that they'd been together, they never stopped loving each other.
However, Butch still decided to be an extra dick-wad, like usual, when he spotted the couple holding hands as they walked through the hallways of the vault. "Bleh! Get a room, will ya, nerds? Hahaha!" Said the bully, with Wally Mack and Paul Hannon Jr. - his two goons - beside him.
"Yeah - nerds!" Said the dim-witted Paul, as Al just rolled his eyes.
"Get a room yourselves, you fags." Said Amata with full confidence. She and Al didn't stop as she said this; they just walked past the bullies, still hand-in-hand.
"You wanna get him, Butch?" Asked Wally.
"Nah, man, it's Christmas; let's just get to the party an' have fun!" Said Paul.
Butch just grunted and walked off, followed by Wally and Paul. The vault's Christmas party was being held at the cafeteria, which is where Butch, Wally, and Paul were heading.
Meanwhile, as Al and Amata walked off together, they just looked at each other and chuckled. As they checked the corners to see if nobody was looking, they quickly entered a door that led down to the vault's lower levels, where Al then unzipped his jumpsuit and pulled out his lever-action BB rifle. Al handed it to Amata as they walked down the stairs, and he zipped his jumpsuit back up, showing her the way towards his makeshift firing range for target practice.
For Al's tenth birthday, his father James, as well as Jonas, set him up with this place, as well as the BB rifle itself. Jonas was James' medical assistant and best friend, and had always been a great friend to Al. Jonas was like a cool uncle to Al, despite the fact that he was black, unlike James and Al. James and Jonas still worked together at the clinic, as they had done for years.
This location in the lower levels is where Al and Amata both used to come as kids quite often. They'd just be here shooting these three targets, and any radroaches that they might find, each taking turns on Al's BB gun, all whilst conversing with each other about many different things.
"I can't believe that we haven't come down here in so long!" Said Amata, holding the barrel of the gun in her left hand, with the handle in her right.. "Must've been about a year, now."
Al had brought Amata down here as her Christmas present, since they'd forgotten about this place for some time. "Yeah, it's been a while…" Said Al.
"Thank you SO much, hun; I missed this." Said Amata, before kissing Al for a few seconds. After they pulled apart, Amata looked at the firing range to see that it had now been upgraded; there were empty plastic bottles and tin cans stacked on shelves, along with the three targets that hung off metal poles.
"Yeah, I made a few adjustments here and there in advance." He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head, as Amata looked at him with soft eyes as she placed the gun on a desk. "Y'know, just to add the-" He added, before being cut-off by Amata's lips pressing against his. After kissing for about ten seconds, Amata pulled away and just smiled at Al dreamily. "I guess… you like the improvements?" He said with a smile.
"Of course; I love them!" Said Amata. "But… I wanna see the expert use it first." She added, picking up the BB gun and holding it out for Al. "Lemme see my big stud use his gun."
Al looked at Amata with a soft smile. "Babe, this is YOUR present; I want you to have the honours…" He said softly.
Amata smiled. "Such a gentleman." She said, before kissing his cheek. "Though, I really don't mind. Think of it as one of MY presents to YOU." She suggested.
After a bit, Al eventually took the first turn, taking his box of BB bullets from his pocket, and loading up the gun with twenty of them. Al aimed the gun towards the makeshift shooting range. "Watch this." He said in a boastful tone, before aiming down the sights, and firing five shots at a fairly calm pace, hitting only one of the targets with the fourth round.
This made Amata chuckle in embarrassment as she looked down, covering her face with a hand, and shaking her head. "My GOD, Al…" She said in a playfully disappointed tone, looking up at him as he turned around with an embarrassed expression. "Right, my turn, loser." She said in a joking manner.
"Oh, C'MON, just one more try?" He asked with puppy-dog eyes.
Amata rolled her eyes and smirked. "Fiiine." She said, crossing her arms in amusement. Al's face then turned dead serious, right before turning around, aiming the gun from the hip, and opening fire. At a quick pace, he fired from the hip, successfully cocking the lever after each round fired. After quickly firing nine rounds, he had hid each of the three targets twice, and knocked over three tin cans.
Al then once again turned his head over his right shoulder to face his girlfriend, with his eyebrows raised smuggly, while Amata just stared at the target range with her arms still crossed, now wide-eyed, before quickly shifting her eyes to meet her boyfriend's sarcastic gaze.
"Regret doubting me, girl?" He asked playfully.
Amata then gave him a playful grin. "I stand corrected, cowboy." She said. "Where's this sharp-shooting gun-slinger been all mah life?" She added, putting on a cowgirl accent, which Al found really cute. "Seriously though, when did you get that good? You didn't even have to aim." She asked, sounding both rather serious and surprised.
"Just lotsa practice, sweetheart." He answered.
"True; you've used that thing way more than me." Amata agreed. "Could you… show me how to shoot like that?" She asked.
Al just smiled. "Of course." He said, handing her the gun. Luckily, Amata's hair was in a ponytail, so it wouldn't get in the way. Once Amata took the BB rifle, she aimed it with the gun's butt over her shoulder, and her left hand quite far down the barrel. "No, here, lemme show you how you hold it." Said Al, physically directing her hands. However, shortly afterwards, where Al found this method of guidance too difficult and awkward, he then stood behind Amata.
Al gently put his hands over hers, and held the gun with her hands, showing her how to hold it properly. "See? If this was a genuine rifle, and you were in a firefight, this is how you'd hold it most efficiently." He said, leaning his head to the right so that he could see the targets in front of them.
"Also, when holding a weapon, you gotta know how to stand." He said. "Stance is more important than one might think." Al then moved even closer forward to Amata, to the point where they were fully touching bodies, as he spread her legs - using his own - into the correct position. "Now, squeeze the trigger." He quietly ordered.
Amata did as he said, and fired the rifle, managing to hit one of the bottles, knocking it over. "I did it!" She cheered to herself, slightly lowering the gun and turning her head over her right shoulder to give Al a happy grin. "First try, as well!"
"See?" He responded, giving Amata a proud smirk as he faced her. "Now, cock the lever, and we'll do it again." Amata looked at the firing range, aimed through the gun's sights, and calmly cocked its lever. Al then let go of Amata's hands and put his hands on her shoulders, still standing where he was. "Now… try and hit a few of the targets... or bottles & tin cans." He said quietly, looking past her head and at the targets beyond the knee-high barrier.
Amata then shot another five rounds without Al's hands for guidance, cocking the lever each time at a fairly moderate pace. Amata hit a target with the first round, a bottle with the second round, missed with the third round, hit another target with the fourth, and hit a tin can with the fifth. As Amata fired these shots, she smiled to herself with a bit of esteem, feeling comforted by her boyfriend standing right behind her with his hands gently resting on her shoulders.
However, her semi-confident smile was cut short when, after she cocked the lever to fire the sixth round, the gun simply made a *click* sound, quickly making Amata realise that all twenty rounds had been fired since they had both started. As Amata lowered the gun at this realisation, Al rubbed her upper arms as he kissed her on the side of the head. "You did very good." He told her, making her feel like it had been more-than worth it. "I'll make a killer outta you yet." He joked.
"Ugh, it'd be better than being like my father." Amata replied with a playful smirk, before looking at her Pip-Boy on her left wrist. "Crap, it's almost six o'clock!" She blurted.
"Shit, we'd best get to the party before all the 'grown-ups' get suspicious." Al agreed.
"Here, you take this." Said Amata, hanging Al his BB gun back.
"We shouldn't be seen here together; you go, and I'll be right behind you in a couple o' minutes." Said Al, putting his BB gun back inside his jumpsuit.
"Okay." Said Amata, before grabbing the front of Al's jumpsuit and pulling him forward for a kiss. "I love you, baby." She said, before giving him another quick kiss, and walking towards the stairs. "And… thanks for the present." She said as she turned her head and stopped momentarily. "I'll have your 'present' later." She gave him a wink, before gingerly jogging up the stairs to the door, with Al watching her bouncy ass the entire time.
Al then immediately climbed over the barrier to the firing range to look for the fired BB bullets strewn about the floor. After finding a few of them, he decided to look for the others another time, before picking up the fallen tin cans and bottles to re-stack them. Al then jogged to his place. After a few minutes, he had arrived in his bedroom and placed his BB gun on his desk, before going back out and walking nonchalantly towards the party in the diner.
As he arrived at the diner, his dad greeted him "Al, you're here! Happy Christmas, pal!"
"Merry Christmas, dad." Al replied to James with a smile.
"Your friend Amata is in here, somewhere." James used the word 'friend' due to there being quite a few people here. "There's also some Christmas cake on the front counter; help yourself to a piece."
"Hopefully, Andy didn't cut the cake and splatter half of it on the walls?" Al responded with a playful grin. Al didn't like Christmas cake, so he left it, immediately looking for Amata. However, through the crowd of people, he instead came face-to-face with the Overseer, who showed a completely blank expression on his face.
"Glad you could make it, young man." Said Alphonse. "Word is, you've been excelling quite well in your career so far…"
"Yes, sir." Said Albert. "You know me; I wanna do my part in the vault to the best of my abilities." He added.
"Very good. Aren't you friends with my daughter?" He asked, to which Albert nodded. "Well, I think she's been looking for you; she needs a word." Alphonse informed Al, before he walked off with Officer Gomez following close behind, who gave Al a quick thumb's up.
"Albert!" Amata shouted from across the room. Al walked over and found her sitting at a booth with Monica Kendall, Christine Kendall, and Susie Mack, who she had made-up with since their small quarrel. As Al reached the booth where the girls were seated, Amata was just finishing her plate of cake. "Hey, hun!" She said, getting up and briefly hugging him.
"Hey, Amata." He said back with a small smile.
Amata then took hold of Al's hand and quickly left the diner with him. "Gotta go!" She said to her friends as they walked. Luckily, nobody had seen them leave hand-in-hand. Nobody, except James, who had become proud of his boy for getting a fantastic career and girlfriend, but also quite disheartened at the fact that he was spending less time with him; he'd only been at the party for a minute before leaving.
Meanwhile, as Al and Amata walked beside each other, not holding hands through caution, Amata spoke. "I... gotta talk to you about something when we get to yours... if that's okay." She said, looking a bit worried and nervous.
"Of course it's okay, babe; you can tell me anything." Al replied, looking at her with a smile, which made Amata feel much more assured. Once they reached Al's place, and entered his bedroom, Al closed the door behind him as Amata sat on the edge of his bed. When Al turned around, he saw Amata sitting sheepishly with her hands together on her lap, with a worried look on her face.
Al approached her with a slightly nervous and confused look. "Babe? You… okay?" He asked, taking a seat right beside her on her left. Amata just looked down with concern. "Amata… if something's troubling you, you gotta tell me, hun." He said, gently rubbing her left thigh with his right hand. "Is it Butch? Is he bothering you? I swear, if he hurt you…"
"No, baby… It's not that." She said, before looking up at her boyfriend with her infinitely beautiful brown eyes.
"Are you okay?" He asked with concern, putting his arm around her slim waist.
"Okay? Babe, since these past four months that I've been in an intimate relationship with you, I've legitimately never felt happier in my entire life." She bagan, her verbosity making Albert blink and raise his eyebrows in mild surprise. "I LOVE you, Al… more than you'll ever know…" This made Al smile. "But, I…" Amata continued.
'Oh God...' Albert thought to himself, dreading Amata wanting to end their relationship out of fear that her dad would eventually find out.
"I've thought about this a lot… Since I was about twelve or thirteen, actually... but mainly since we've been together... and…" Amata then just sighed with defeat. "... I'm ready." She said. This explanation didn't seem to clarify anything for Al, as he just gave her a poker face, which made her let out a brief chuckle, before looking dead in his eyes again. "I want to have sex."
This clarification made Al's eyes widen with surprise; he almost didn't expect Amata to ever say that, maybe due to worry that she'd get pregnant, or that she'd not be any good at it. He just slowly brought his left hand up to her right cheek, and gently stroked her with his thumb, which greatly soothed her. "Are you sure, babe?" He asked with sincerity.
Amata looked him straight in the eyes. "Yes." She answered with complete honesty. "Are… are you ready?" She asked nervously, sounding rather doubtful. Al just responded by slowly leaning towards her, and kissing her firmly on the lips, which lasted for several seconds.
As Albert slowly pulled away, he looked her in the eyes. "I think you know the answer to that." He said with a smirk, before his face dropped again shortly after. "Ah, wait, I don't have any condoms…" He said with dismay.
"I took the pill." Said Amata, making Al look back up at her. "I took the precautions just in case you said 'yes', and…" She continued, before cutting herself off as she just stared into his eyes, before quickly - but softly - bringing her lips towards his. After twenty seconds of making-out, they pulled apart, before Amata brought up her right leg, and brought it over Al's lap, climbing on-top of him as he sat there.
As Amata straddled and made-out with her boyfriend, she began to hump him, riding back and forth, grinding their clothed genitals together. Albert grabbed her ass as she did this, which only aroused her more and made her speed up her grinding. Before long, Albert was rock-hard, and Amata was soaking wet.
Several minutes later, they both stood naked on the floor facing each other, having just removed all of each other's clothes. As Amata stared down at Al's massively-rigid cock, he looked down and saw her pussy-juices running down her legs and dripping onto her clothes below her. As Amata removed her hair bobble, letting her long, wavy, dark-brown hair fall to below her shoulders, Al went to his bed and pulled the covers halfway down.
After another few seconds of making-out, Al was seated on the edge of his bed, while Amata was now knelt on the floor, in front of Al, sucking his dick furiously, all while squeezing it with her tits in an up-and-down motion. Just as Al came, Amata pressed her hands down onto his thighs and shoved her head down all the way, her lips meeting the base of his cock. After she had removed her head from his cock, she swallowed the last bit of his cum, with an audible *gulp*.
Since Al had now just reached his first orgasm, whilst Amata had still not, just as she wanted, he would now certainly last much longer than her. Al kissed Amata passionately as she sat beside him, before they pulled away, and Amata lay on the bed with her head on the pillow. Al climbed over his perfect girlfriend so that he was now on-top of her.
As Al rested his hands on the bed at either side of Amata's shoulders, he gently pushed the tip of his cock against her cunt's entrance. "Are you ready?" He asked her as he looked into her eyes.
Amata looked back and quickly nodded her head as she gave him an assuring and confirmative smile. "I'm ready." She said with no trace of doubt. Al then used his right hand to adjust his penis further into her vagina, before bringing his hand up to caress Amata's cheek as he slowly pushed his hips forward. As his cock entered her dripping pussy, she held her arms around his neck while she moaned.
As he sank lower and lower into her, she became very surprised at how big he felt inside her, and the base of his cock still hadn't reached her pussy-lips yet! As he pushed his final inch into her, she moaned loudly, and began to quiver. After a few seconds, Al whispered into her ear. "Whenever you're ready, hun. Nice an' easy."
After a few more seconds of adjustment, Amata's teary eyes fluttered open. "I'm ready… Make love to me… I know you'll be gentle." She said quietly, putting herself completely at Al's mercy. He slowly pushed his hands down on the bed and raised his hips, sliding his shaft out of her drenched pussy, before slowly pushing it back in. After this process continued for a couple of minutes, with both teenagers cherishing every moment of it, Amata spoke softly.
"Please… A bit… faster…" She said quietly, in-between breaths. He quickened the pace a little bit, when Amata spoke again thirty seconds later. "Please… more…" Al quickened the pace a bit more, now creating a sloppy *thud* each time he drove himself fully inside her. After another minute, Amata was ready to cum; she was surprised that she'd even lasted this long. "Babe! Fuck me hard! AAH!" She commanded her boyfriend as she felt her orgasm coming.
Amata came hard as Al drove into her a few more times, before he gradually slowed down and stopped altogether, his cock still buried in her nether regions. Then, Al noticed that Amata was still moaning and whimpering with tears in her eyes. "Ya okay, honey?" He asked, slightly worn-out.
"That! Was… the BEST… ever!" She told him, boosting his esteem and making him smirk to himself with pride. "I'm… still cumming!" She said unexpectedly. Without thinking twice, Al immediately began to fuck her again whilst rubbing her clit with his right hand. As he did this, Amata began to scream, overwhelmed with sexual satisfaction. Al knew that he'd now done his job when Amata began to squirt her cum all over his cock, squelching as it quickly leaked out of the sides of her pussy and onto the bed.
After a minute, Amata had calmed down, wiped the tears out of her eyes, and smiled up at Al. "Wanna go again?" He asked.
"You BET I do! But, only if I get to be on-top."
"Deal." Said Al, right as Amata grabbed him and rolled him over onto his back. Now taking the lead, Amata got on her knees and lowered her cunt-lips to Al's cock. Without thinking, she just dropped herself on his cock, moaning loudly as she slid down his moist shaft. After a short while of adjusting herself, she began to slide up and down, gradually picking up her pace as the few minutes went on.
Soon, Amata had reached her second orgasm; in a wild sexual frenzy, as she screamed in pleasure, she began to quickly grind herself forwards and backwards with Al's entire cock inside her, before grinding in a circular motion. Since Al still had yet to cum since he first entered Amata's pussy, he couldn't control himself anymore; as Amata had slowed down her grinding, he grabbed her by the waist, pulled her off his cock, and flipped her onto her hands and knees.
Without a second thought, and with Amata getting terribly excited at his attitude, he quickly pointed his cock into her pussy, before RAMMING it inside her. This sudden action rendered Amata unable to talk; she had lost all touch with reality and sense of reason, and began to cum again. As Amata began to scream as she came again, Al exploded his semen deep inside her womb.
Amata's sudden wave of pleasure caused her body to jolt upright, and - though still on her knees - she jerked backwards and towards Al's chest, who immediately grabbed both of her tits, and squeezed them hard. At the same time, Al had leaned in towards the left side of Amata's face, to which she turned her head over her left shoulder, where they both stuck their tongues out and into each other's mouths, whilst Amata ground her ass against Al's pubic region, with his cock still buried inside her pussy.
After several seconds of Al cumming all over Amata's cervix, and Amata cumming all over Al's cock and bed sheets, they both fell backwards as they panted heavily, with Al's head falling onto his pillow, and Amata landing on Al. After a short while, they had both composed themselves as they began to breathe more normally.
"I can't... put into words how happy I am... and how much you just made me cum." Said Amata.
"I was gonna say… the exact same thing." Al replied, still panting a little bit, as Amata turned to face him. "I love you, Amata."
Amata, now face-to-face with Al, still on-top of him, rested her knees at either side of his abdomen on the mattress, and cupped his cheeks with her hands. "I love you too, Albert." She said softly, right before planting a very long, loving kiss on his lips.
The next morning, on Boxing Day, at approximately 9:30am, the young couple had had a lie-in that night, now fully-refreshed and dressed back into their blue jumpsuits. As Albert had opened his bedroom door, Amata had taken his hand and literally pulled him in for a kiss. After twenty seconds of making-out, they pulled apart and, as Amata walked out, Al smacked her ass goodbye, prompting her to quickly turn her head and give him a wink as she left.
Once Amata left his sight, with Al staring at her ass the entire time as it swayed side-to-side, he closed his door and sat at his desk as he looked at his Pip-Boy on his left wrist. What nobody else knew - not even Amata or James - was that Al kept a digital journal in his Pip-Boy.
'Saturday 26th December, 2274.
Last night, I actually seriously just lost my virginity to the woman of my dreams, and my life's never been better! Hm… maybe except the time we officially got together as a couple on 3rd August, just after completing the G.O.A.T., and one or two other times with her between then and now... GOD, she makes me happy.'
Albert made his latest entry, then headed off to the clinic to see his dad.
Meanwhile, as Amata arrived home, she knocked on the Overseer's office. "Dad? You in there?" She called, before opening the door, spotting Alphonse sat at his desk.
"Moring, Amata." He greeted his daughter. "Sleep well?"
"YES, I did, actually!" She said, almost-skipping over to him. "Wanna drink or something?" She asked chirpily, briefly hugging her father from behind.
"No, that's all right, Amata." He answered.
"Well, I'm gonna go out for a bit. Catch up with the girls, y'know? See ya later!" Amata chirped, before leaving the office, closing the door behind her.
"Something's up with that girl... Eh, probably wants extra pocket change." Alphonse said to himself, before getting back to his work, blissfully unaware of the fact that his precious little girl had lost her virginity the night before; she had been absolutely fucked stupid by the "brat" of the one man that he'd never liked.