Cass placed David's hand over her cheek and rubbed it all over. David subdued his breathing; she was playing a hard game that was unfamiliar to him, mixed feelings aside; no one was arguing.

Whatever it was, they both just carried out their urges and instinct, succumbing to a primal passion for each other against their will. Cass let David's hand rest on her cheek so she could slide her hand over his arm to rest on his cheek, from there they locked eyes for some time in a sedated way.

Cass leant into David to kiss him; he hesitated at first but caved into Cass' advances and soon went to make out with her, following her lead. She pushed herself off her stool onto David's lap, wrapping her legs around his waist, upping the tempo of the delicious whiskey taste of his person. Once they went to embrace each other in their arms, they felt like slowing down to catch their breaths.

David chuckled. "I apologise…"

"Don't; we're all adults here. Besides, all of this was my idea." She let down her red hair and brushed it over her right ear.

"No arguments from me. I'm always up for these close encounters."

"Care to put your money where your mouth is, cowboy?" Cass squirmed on David's crotch. His groin was rising for the occasion. "I can feel you getting frisky down there. Don't worry; we're just getting warmed up."

"For what?"

"For bed…"

"I'm not tired."

Cass licked her lips seductively and licked David's cheek; speaking seductively into his left ear, "We're not going to sleep."

"Oh… Oh! Right." Is this really happening? I swear I'm a fucking chick magnet.

Cass walked David to the N.C.R. barracks, it mostly comprised of rows of small room cubicles, with a locker and bedding kinds of stuff; necessary blanket and pillow on each side all down the length of the barracks.

The N.C.R. Troopers mainly sleep in the other building, "the one without a bar" it's commonly described by Cass. In one of the ten empty cubicles had a furry warm shag rug placed between the beds, "For good measure" she'd state." David couldn't argue with that retro addition to the cubicle.

At the lockers, David set aside his combat armour in his single metal cabinet, while Cass set aside her straw hat in hers; she flourished her free-flowing red hair with a twirl. It was when she took off her beige cardigan she saw David's husky back; it was so ripped; she couldn't take her eyes off him. It was shaved and thick-skinned. "You don't see that every day," she claimed with a smirk. When she put away her shoes, she hugged David from behind.

"My my… You're a beefcake aren't you?"

"Apart from my dangerous habits, I think of my body as a temple." David kicked his sack under his bed. "Wish I had an extra blanket, better hot than cold."

"Aw, you're cold? I'll take care of you."

"Really now?" David took off his combat leggings and placed them in his locker. "I'm not the one to be affected by the cold."

"Allow me," Cass said, laying David down on his bed, "We're gonna take a trip around the freakin' world." Cass took off her worn jeans, baring her white knickers. She hurled the jeans into her locker on the other side and sat on top of David's waist." This my favourite part of the day."

Cass and David wrapped each other in their arms and once again went to resume their make-out session. Picking up the speed after some minutes, David felt conflicted with thoughts. Learning that they'd grow to concerns and eventually erupt he had to stop them from bothering him, in the least insensitive way he had to halt Cass' sexual thirst. David stopped Cass' advances for a second, but she just went on to kiss along his neck seductively, ignoring his visible signs of not being in the mood.

"As much as I adore a person's attention and the company of a choice woman like yourself – believe me, I do - current events aside... I don't feel right about this."

Cass didn't even bat an eye; she was too busy kissing around David's neck and face. "About what?"

"This is making me uncomfortable. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

Cass slowed down on her kissing and finally looked back at David, with a smile. "You're such a gentleman. Please, we're both adults here, we got needs, and we're just exploring them. This was my idea, remember? Aren't you enjoying this as much as I am?" She shortly continued to bury David's face with her kissable lips.

"Definitely. I just, I-I..." he stammered and ended with a sigh.

Cass halted all of her advances and stared at David with a pout. "Are you really not feeling it?! Is something bothering you? If there's someone else... "

Is this technically adultery? I don't think time travel counts as death do we part. Should I move on or dial it back? David mused, deciding if he should go with the flow or restrain himself.

"I mean I won't want to make this awkward for you," she continued, "and if there's someone else, then I won't press on. Enough scorned lovers have burned me as it is…"

"Sorry, I was lost in the moment, that's all," he chuckled nervously. "You caught me on the rebound here, girl. I'm ready when you are."

Cass was unconvinced. "Prove it, cowboy. Be a man and take me!"

"You got it!" David forced Cass closer to him and kissed her sensually, saturating her lusty lips with his.

"That's what I'm talking about," she breathed, "you're all man, hotshot." She felt around David's crotch with hers. His manhood was tearing at his boxers. "I can feel it, getting all excited down there. He wants to come out and play with me."

"Do what comes natural." I shouldn't have said that. I should NOT have said that. Why do I feel like I'm going to regret this?

"Sounds like a yes to me."

Cass took off her light blue blouse and threw it to one side, exposing her bright white bra. David rolled with it and contemplated Cass' ample body a mile a second; he further enjoyed the smooth texture of her skin also.

When Cass removed her bra, letting loose her large breasts, they complimented her beautiful, birthing hips and striking figure; not like they needed the insight. All of Cass' body was nothing less than tasteful and gorgeous.

David was mentally trained to fight temptation and impulses from those damned days of intensive training, but the full sight of Cass topless sparked his natural restraints.

Cass went to kiss around David's neck and chest, with her breasts pressing against his body she was merely trying to arouse him and put him more on her level, hopefully, to rub him the right way. She was already stimulated, wasn't that hard of a challenge.

The scepticism in David peaked when he went to question Cass' motives again during. He quickly held his tongue because Cass had already kissed her way down to his boxers and pulled them down. He felt her wet lips around his hard member.

What was she doing-ah! She brought my entire dick in her mouth, with much of it down her throat. She rolled her tongue around the shaft, then bobbed her head up and down for a lengthy period.

I was stiff, clutching onto the bed's frame – no one ever blew me before, not since Amsterdam. It wasn't exactly dignified for married women of my time to partake in fellatio. Once married women put on the ring, that goes out the window.

The warmth, the wetness of the saliva. Wow. Out of sheer shock, I came prematurely; I assumed Cass would be slightly disappointed to some degree, though she wasn't because I was still hard. Not a surprise for me – it happens more than I should know – fully replenished in record time. Cass had her way with me and kept on, savouring every lick, she didn't let anything go to waste down there.

"You taste gooooood! That was to make sure you last longer to handle me, sort of speak," Cass said, stroking my thighs.

Cass sat up and flourished her flowing red hair, God I love it when a woman does that, she got up out of bed. I followed. Cass' sizeable breasts were sagging with their weight, and her nipples were hard, onto the floor's rug she presented her pussy to me.

It didn't take a lot to know what she wanted me to do; it only took a slap on her ass to paint this picture for me, consistently I aligned myself behind her. In my mind, I was Picasso.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" I asked, with the tip of my dick prodding against her folds. I placed my hands warmly on her cheeks. "I get the feeling we're not playing games anymore."

In response, she wriggled and swayed her ass in front of me. She knew I wanted her as much as she wanted me, I just wanted to get in there and make some noise. I was a tad too thick, around an inch and a bit wide nearly, the head prodded against her orifice. I heard her heated moans of anticipation.

Knowing this, I grind my dick on her vagina; gradually he lips were moist enough for me to slip the tip in without effort. I eagerly thrust once the whole head was inside; it just felt too good to do the opposite. The warm, wet insides of Cass' walls brought back so many fond memories of a nicer time when I went to Amsterdam, long ago in my teenage years. I can feel her clamping around my manhood.

Another three inches went in, and she moaned in satisfaction, at that moment, I felt tense and primitive. I just had to fuck her nice and good, harder, faster and deeper. Wasn't difficult to point out that Cass here wasn't a virgin, which is why I got in her so smoothly, and she was already wet. She was as experienced as I was. People dig experience.

After like five minutes of thrusting and moaning, I was inside her all the way, and in the zone. Her walls were massaging my dick; they were wet and hot; I was back in heaven, back in cloud nine.

Absolute bliss. Feeling too good to devote even a single brain cell to anything than savouring the moment.

"Go harder… Faster," she purred. I did as she said, taking orders from her now all of a sudden. Well, I didn't mind.

I pulled out almost all the way, then rammed back into the comfort zone, she felt it as much as I did and jerked forward. While I picked up in speed, her moans evolved to quiet howls of pleasure. The stimulation of her changing tones helped me last very much longer, though it was mainly due to the orgasm she gave me a moment ago.

Lasted fifteen minutes before I realised I was going to cum, bringing the question: what if I got her pregnant? The last thing I want to do right now is to bring more kids into this insane world of ours.

Unmarried and without a plan, it could prove to be a severe problem in the long haul. I caved and pulled out. Cass fell onto the rug, purring like a cat. She had orgasmed at least twice already, like the dirty minx she was.

"Why did you stop?" she said, eyeing up my dick, which she coated in her fluids and my precum. "I didn't tell you to stop."

"I was about to cum," I said, sitting back.

"So?" she stated, almost with an irritated tone.

"I didn't want to get you pregnant," I admitted. "This isn't the best time to father kids; the last thing I need right now. And we've only just met."

Cass suddenly smiled. "Trust me; we'll be okay. I've had plenty of macho men in my days, nothing accidental here. It's all in experience." Hearing her say that was an interesting fact to think about if it was true. She wouldn't lie about something like that. Would she? Virility wasn't something to ignore.

"Let's go again then," I suggested with no second thoughts.

"Different position." She patted the carpet with her back. "You're on top." I understood most sexual positions and laid down over her, fitting myself accordingly in the missionary style. Call me old fashioned, but it worked well enough.

I pushed in and sighed as the desired warmth returned, churning my loins. She kissed me as I went slow and picked up the pace simultaneously with me. Time to time, I'd tease her by licking and sucking one of her nipples, and she wraps her legs around my waist to bring me closer, just to tease me back.

Although her ankles knotting behind me felt lovely, the way she reacted when I teased her sent vibrations shivering through her pussy, that felt even better. Thrust my hips into her deeper and deeper, heavier and heavier.

Cass orgasmed once more, and it brought me closer to the edge, I felt like I really, truly needed to release – I preferred the previous position because it was easier for my body. I was too far in the zone to even care. I slammed into her again, and again and again.

Savagely, I growled with some actual tears of pain, unleashing an enormous flow of cum out of the blue, into that shaved cunt of hers. The horrible tickling pain was a sour one, never blew my load like that in a long time.

Fell onto her, and both just laid onto the carpet, out of breath from the intense session. I pulled out of her. My dick was coated in her fluids and also my own, I wanted to do something about it, but she grabbed my leg.

"One more thing, there's something else we haven't tried yet," she said with a wide grin. There was something she has been severely complementing; at this point, I was almost afraid to ask – she was as vigorous as I am. Not that I was spent, I could go another round more than the average guy but still… Not many women last after one good session. Not many, I knew. "Don't even think about finishing without me, I'm not done with you yet," she snapped.

"Baby, I can go all night…"

"Then we're both in for a treat. There's something else down there for you cowboy." She flipped over onto her hands and knees, yet again presented her ass to me. Her ass was firm, tight and insignificant compared to her pussy. Overall a beautiful ass like hers is how I wanted one to look in my dreams.

"Come on; I won't fit in there." I gave her ass my keen eye, and I was sceptical.

"Let me make it a little wetter for you. I want all of your cock." Some of the fluids on my dick were still fresh, she turned around and began sucking me off anyway. Not that I needed the encouragement, being born from that unique strain of that virus, I was still endowed and better than ever.

She took my dick down her throat, not enough to gag her, but enough to cover the whole length in saliva then turned back around away from me. Presenting herself to me, she raised her backside high. I pressed the tip against her ass, then pushed forward. She cried out with some pain; my obvious response was I pulled back in hesitation; didn't want to hurt her.

"Don't be shy, cowboy. I just never done this before," she said with slow breaths. With her approval, I pushed onwards smoothly. "Could say I was a virgin at this." She snickered.

Popping a woman's cherry was a sweet obligation. The feel of her ass was different compared to her pussy, much hotter and somewhat dryer; it was different in a good way. It was extremely tight, almost had to force my dick through, all the effort made her ass feel better.

Some time inside her, my movements were much looser worn her down. With me going all the way in... we were going at it for a while. "Yeah! Fuck me, cowboy!" she cheered, "Hiuuuu! Ah, Ooooooh!" And I went to pull out and push right back in, keeping it slow at first.

Four minutes at the moment, her breathing was getting a bit ragged, picking up on that just I fucked her faster, I wanted to hear her screams. Moving my right hand down low below her stomach, I started stimulating her again by teasing her clit with my fingers; she was moaning with delight. Then my fingers slid inside her cunt, like last time the insides were warm and wet.

On the eighth minute in I was pounding her redraw, no more child's play. Forcing out the pleasure out of her as she did me; though she was getting off more than me – can't rob her of that. Her ass was getting much looser now, I was not about to stop, despite coming twice now, but she seemed never to stop orgasming. Her fluids ran down our thighs.

Eventually, she relaxed further on the rug, without missing a beat I still kept at it. She was drained, but still moaning with every thrust. It was sixteen minutes before I felt the urge to cum again. The rhythm of her breaths and cute sounds didn't help.

"Uuuuhg so big… Ahhh more! MORE!" she cried. "Give it to me baby… Give me all of your cock!"

Dean would be proud, she was getting it, and she was getting it DAMN good. I would go on forever; love to go on forever but this battered body of mine just slowly dropped onto her, just as I was working up a mean sweat I was breathing as hard as her. Sweat ran down my cheeks.

We switched places with me on my back and her on top of me, she moved and slid my dick back into her warm pussy, crouched on my length sliding up and down on it all on her own. She was facing me. "Oh, baby… oh, baby…" she breathed wearily, with heat radiating off her voice. "Ah…. Oooooh."

Meanwhile, during, I grabbed her supple tits and played with them, she stopped bouncing on my dick when I did that, actually began to contract her walls around my dick. Every contraction felt breathtaking, as much as her, I could handle it better. She was getting the workout of her sex life.

Finally, it was time. I pulled out of Cass, picked her up off her feet and laid her back onto my bed, gently on the clean mattress. With each of her soft breasts in each of my hands and pounding her without hesitation.

"AH! Nnn, ahhh!" she cried.

After each thrust of my hips, I came hard inside her, still slamming full minutes while howling, slowly sounding feral. Crying. My dick hardened and shot at least four times before it stopped and fired again outside on her stomach over her tits and belly button.

I fell onto her, cushioned by her soft breasts like a pillow against my chest and kissed her more. Kisses turned slowly to tongue play and thereby evolved into licks and kisses of the face. I kissed her cheek, neck and the sorts. My hard rod was rubbing against her vibrating clit, and our hands met around our heads, and our kisses were more intense than the foreplay. Was this love?

We got in my bed and pulled the covers over; she crawled under them with me to sleep. We spooned with my dick grinding against her ass – forgot about everything hereafter. We both fell asleep together under the sheets, with no trouble that night; something tells me I'll be sleeping like a baby.

The next few days are going to fascinating for me; there's no telling what new opportunities I have out here. This one is the best so far!

David woke up first with Cass fast asleep in his arms. Cass was beautiful in the nude; her hair was thick and free, like her personality. The morning was far too warm, the blanket was cosy but cold without it, and with Cass in his arms, it was blissful. David fell back to sleep, resting his face next to Cass'.

Again, David woke up from the sounds of footsteps and vibrations in the air, from the people walking around. Naked and unfortunately alone, everything below his waist hurt, fatigued came to mind.

With Cass and her belongings all gone, it was just a one-night stand, that's just hurtful at this point. There was nothing left to do except just moving back on track. Well rested enough and ready to face the new day of Monday – how boring. The only thing that was missing was his footlocker of payment from Ghost.

Stepping out from the barracks to the bar Cass was sat at the bar on her own, drinking again. This early? Whatever she was doing, she looked like she was in a gripping conversation with the barmaid Lacey. There were chuckles and giggles.

David figured he'd personal ask here how her day is going, and what the big idea was the night before. He pulled up a seat next to Cass at the bar, to talk but waited patiently for the two to finish their conversation.

"Hey, cowboy. Did you have a nice time last night?"

"As a matter of fact, I did. Spare a moment to talk?"

"Sure. What's on your mind?"

David smiled and tried his very best to be humble and civil. "Was I just a meet 'n' fuck last night? Or a dine 'n' dash maybe?"

Cass smiled and appreciated David's honesty. "You tell me. I had a helluva time last night. Didn't you?"

David blushed. "Yeah."

"So what's the problem here?"

"Was I just a one-night thing?"

"Don't take it so bad cowboy; it's what I do. It's nothing personal, though, it's just for some fun. You were an absolute animal; you enjoyed it more than I did."

David shrugged. "Aw come on…"

"Seriously, I bedded a lot of people up to this day. You were the best. Made me work for it. Still can't feel my ass; bloody worth it, though, every second of it. I have you to thank for that."

"So… There's nothing between us then?"

Cass felt surprised and blushed suddenly. "You're crushing on me now, is that it? Listen, cowboy, you're real sweet, and a total gentleman and an all, but the bitter truth is drinking, and sex is my life right now. As much as I'd like to have an awesome dude like you at my side, I… can't…"

"Why?"

"It's not like me to be tied down; it's a matter of pride. Besides, you deserve someone better than me. All I do is drink and fuck; every other person is just another party in bed. Just living life the way I like it." Cass reached for a bottle of whiskey at the bar. "No offence."

David sighed sadly. "None taken." David scratched his head and spoke in a lifeless tone, "Nothing personal then." He placed a handful of caps on the bar, next to Cass, the amount was an educated guess. He hoped it was fifty or so. "Drinks are on me."

"Oh, thank you. I love your generosity."

"I look forward to meeting you again, Cass." David shook Cass' hand softly.

"See you around, cowboy."

"I had things to do anyway. It's only natural."

Cass handed David his footlocker. "Here's your footlocker, Lacey kept it safe."

David almost forgot his payment from Ghost since the night before. He checked the contents inside. It was full to the brim with ammo and some lunchboxes.

"Be sure to send her my thanks. Guess I'll be leaving then." He walked towards the door.

"There will be a next time. Better be ready for round two, David."

David smiled; she remembered his name and didn't call him a 'cowboy'. She does care, at least a little he hoped. "Looking forward to it Cass." David grinned so hard out of the possibility of the second round it almost broke his face. He had to leave quickly before looking like a damned fool.

"Man, he's… good, makes me all mushy. Damn… that's new," she breathed. "I need to up the ante next time. Lacey!" she called. "Where's my favourite barmaid?"

Lacey came to Cass behind the bar and stood with folded arms. "Another whiskey?"

"Vodka, on the rocks," Cass said, tapping the bar.

Lacey wasn't surprised, all Cass seems to order is whiskey, vodka and more whiskey. She made the purchase and poured a tumbler of vodka on ice for Cass and left it next to her. She wiped down parts of the bar from the random dirt and liquids.

"You and that kid kept me awake last night for some time," Lacey said, "Thought you'd never get to sleep. What's up between you two anyway?"

"Apart from him being a fantastic lay and a body worth killing for… I think he has a crush on me..."

Now Lacey was surprised, she smiled; which was very uncommon by Cass' terms. "Aw, that's so cute. Someone actually likes you in the morning. The sober you." She knelt and started cleaning under the bar.

"Yeah… cute." Cass spoke quietly to herself, "I need to think about this… David. Is it cute or just luck?" She sat alone at the empty bar with no one but herself to discuss the matter of David. No one ever crushed on her before.