Night Lessons

FALLOUT 3 – Night Lessons
By The Great Shaggy

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Nova lay uncomfortably on her hard, double wide bed on the second floor of Moriarty's Saloon. She absently looked around at the already uncomfortably small room and let out a sigh as she tossed off the thin sheets of fabric that passed for linen, revealing her lush nude form covered by nothing more than a pair of white panties and a small bra. She winced as her bare feet struck the cold, metal floor paneling, causing her to silently curse the day the Irishman owner of the establishment had procured an environmental climate cooler in a trade. Instead of sweltering inside the saloon as she once did she now froze instead. Gathering her courage she placed both her feet on the cool metal floor and stood up, grimacing from the painful shock until the bottom of her feet adjusted to the new temperature.

She was a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties, her body thin and sensually curvaceous, legs smooth, long and well toned and her breasts firm, large and round. She had dull, straight reddish hair that cascaded down to her lower neck and stunning, almost sparkling green eyes capped by long thick lashes. Her lips were thin and slim with a slightly tan skin tone. She had came to Megaton five years back when the settlement she'd been working had been wiped out in a Raider attack. She originally planned to only stay at Colin Moriarty's saloon for a few days before leaving to make for Rivet City, but the money she was making for the future venture was better than she thought it would be and soon those few days had turned into five years. She would be doing better if it wasn't for that scheming Moriarty who not only allowed her to stay and use his rent room for her private business ventures, but she had to pay him for it plus a cut of forty percent of her earnings. This effectively almost enslaved her to the Irishman without having to buy her from Paradise Falls since she didn't have enough money to get her own place and not enough for her to leave.

Washing her face in a bowl of water, she silently wish back to those days at the other settlement where she was able to take long, warm baths to cleanse her body of the grim. As the memory faded, she found herself staring at her image in the shattered mirror she'd erected behind the wash bowl and let out a sigh. Business had been slow recently and if she didn't come up with an additional two hundred caps she would have to yet again dip into her savings to pay off her rent. Sometimes she wondered if Moriarty was chasing potential clients away to make sure she stay indebted to him. Sighing once again she wiped her face dry and sat back down on the bed. Reaching behind her, she unfastened the catch on her bra and pulled it off of her body, letting her large breasts bounce freely before slowly massaging her already erect nipples. She moaned pleasurably as one of her hands unconsciously pulled away and traveled down her flat stomach to the thin fabric of her panties. She pulled them off and tossed them aside, revealing her tiny red runway of a bush, before plunging a finger into herself, testing how wet she was. Her thumb brushed over her engorged clit and she moaned again as she began to furiously finger fuck herself.

Her vivid imagination ran wild, as it always did when she played with herself, and she immediately found herself thinking of a young teenage girl she once laid eyes upon when she was growing up so long ago that it felt like another lifetime. Even back then she had a fetish for women, which was why she preferred them more over her male customers. She imagined what the teenager would look like naked, what her glorious body would feel like pressed against her own. A few days before Nova's sixteen birthday, the girl simply vanished from a scavenging expedition and was never heard from again. Rumors were numerous regarding her fate, but most agree that she had to have been captured by slavers, which led to her hearing the grisly stories of what slavers did to young female captives to 'ready' them for servitude. Nova didn't know if that was true or not, but somehow the thought of imaginary teenage girl's petite frame being filled by various cocks made the prostitute's well stretched cunt soaking wet.

She screamed with pleasure as she fantasized and her fingers piston in and out of her cunt. Her other hand pulled away from her sensitive nipples and reached under the bed to her secret hiding spot, returning with a massive dildo. She screamed in pleasure and rammed the massive phallus into her wet pussy, her walls spreading wide to accommodate its girth. Her firm body shook as her orgasm soon hit her, shooting waves of unimaginable pleasure through her. Her juices spurted out around the oversized dildo, dribbling down the sides of her outstretch legs. Pulling the dildo out of her satisfied pussy with an audible pop, Nova then wiped it clean with her tongue before re-hiding it. She used one of her towels to clean off her breasts and thighs of her emissions and stood again.

"I seriously have to get some today," she muttered to herself as she dressed her in charmer outfit.

She admired herself in the mirror for a moment, noting how the tight fabric of her shirt cupped her breasts. She smiled to herself and left her room. Walking down the metal steps she let out an audible sigh at seeing the deserted floor. Behind the bar was Gob, the Ghoul bartender who had been working at Moriarty's Saloon for the past fifteen years to repay his debt that was incurred when Moriarty purchased him from a group of Slavers. Nova felt bad for the Ghoul who was constantly berated by not only Moriarty but also from the some of the locales effectively making him the town's 'punching bag'. He was also her only friend and unbeknownst to anyone else, was secretly her lover. Seeing her come down the stairs, he gave her a wink which she didn't return. She knew it wouldn't hurt his feelings, he knew that when she was working she couldn't show any favoritism to him for the sake of her business.

Walking up to the edge of the bar, she nodded to the radio that he was banging on. "What's wrong with the radio?" she asked.

The Ghoul shrugged his shoulders as he tried a different channel and succeeded in picking up Enclave Radio, which caused him to mutter a string of curses underneath his breath. "Blasted radio is fizzling out. Can't seem to get GNR anymore."

"Well maybe they're having technical problems," suggested Nova as she lit up a cigarette.

Before Gob could reply, a voice screamed out from the backroom of the Saloon. "What the fuck is all the fucking pounding ratchet up here?"

Coming around the corner was a white hair man with matching color goatee. Colin Moriarty, the self proclaimed crime boss in Megaton and owner of the Saloon, folded his arms and glared at the Ghoul. Not much was known about his past, rumors said he came to the former United States from Ireland with his father, who amassed his wealth using the nearby trade routes, which helped secure Megaton as a trading hub in the area. Colin's father supposedly died during a raider attack some thirty-six years ago and his son inherited his wealth, including the saloon.

"Stop pounding on the goddamn radio, you walking corpse," he growled.

"Sorry, Mister Moriarty," Gob replied sleeplessly.

The Irishman gave the Ghoul one last glare before turning his attention to the red hair woman. "And you, rent is coming soon. Best not keep me waiting so you best start wiggling your arse some more or you'll find yourself in the same predicament as the walking corpse here."

"Yeah, yeah, you'll get your money, Colin," she said as she took another puff from her cigarette.

Pushing past Gob, he reached over and pulled the cigarette from her mouth and crushed it in his hands. "Don't fucking try me, Lassie, you wouldn't like what I might become."

Nova just nodded, but said nothing.

"Get back to work, both of yea before I give yea both something to really worry about," he shouted before disappearing back into the back room.

Eyeing the door, Nova took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She didn't doubt for a second Moriarty's threats. About a year ago another girl named Silver, who was using the other room for her business, stiff Moriarty when she grabbed all the caps she could carry and high-tailed out of Megaton. Now he'd been trying to hire some mercenary or gunslinger to locate her and bring back his money, one way or another. So Nova had no disillusions of ending up as a Wasteland meal if she didn't make do with her end.

Pulling out another cigarette, she lit it up and took a deep drag from it when the door to the saloon opened up. Glancing over her shoulder at the potential customer, Nova was taken back at the stranger standing in the door. He had to be in his late forties or early fifties and was sporting a salt and pepper clean cut hair style with matching beard. His outfit was also the strangest thing she'd ever seen before: a one piece blue jumpsuit with yellow trim with rough up brown boots, utility belt, and the most weirdest of gizmos fastened to his left wrist.

The stranger eyed both Gob and Nova for a second before walking over to the bar. "Howdy, stranger, looking for someone to spend some time with?" she asked.

The man gave her a look with steady eyes that scream intelligent to her and replied, "Maybe later. I'm looking for Colin Moriarty, is he still the owner?"

"Unfortunately," replied Nova before shouting, "Colin. Someone here to see you." She then said to the stranger, "So you taking that job on poor Silver?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he replied back and left it at that.

"Can't I get anything done around here without someone yapping the dickens out of me?" stated Moriarty as he came around the corner and stopped suddenly in his tracks. He stared at the man and let out a chuckle. "Well I'll be old cherry, thought you and that wee little lassie of yours was going to stay in that hole forever."

The old man just shrugged his shoulders as he said, "Things have changed for me but at least I know she'll be safe in there." He eyes both Gob and Nova before saying, "Is there somewhere else we can talk in private, Colin?"

Nodding his head, he waved the man towards the back room and shut the door behind them. Wondering what that was all about, Nova didn't have time to dwell on the strange meeting as the door to the saloon opened again and the traders started to come in causing her to fell back into her line of work.
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Sitting at the table closest to the door, Nova let out a sigh as she watch Gob set up another round of drinks for some caravaners by the bar. All day of busting her hump had produced not a single customer which was leaving her a bit discouraged. Sure it was still only a little past twilight and there was still a lot of the evening left, but if she didn't catch a potential clientele soon she wouldn't be once the booze started to take hold on them. Besides the two caravaners at the bar there were the two regulars, Billy Creed and Jericho, who she didn't bother with anymore, after all they knew where to find her if they wanted any. At the adjacent table was a blonde hair woman, Lucy...Lucy West was her name? But she didn't look like she was seeking companionship for the night, and then there was the well dressed man in the corner, a Mister Burke was his name that she recalled. He was probably the only potential customer but he didn't seem to be looking for what she was offering either.

Stamping out her cigarette, she brought her glass of whiskey to her mouth and down it in one gulp. Shaking her head, she pushed the glass away. If she had any more shots tonight she wouldn't be able to do anything work related. She was about ready to try Mister Burke again when the door to the back room opened and out came the weird looking old stranger from early today. He didn't say a word as he pass by the other patrons as he headed towards the door and Nova found herself rising to cut him off.

Putting as much charm as she could into her voice, she said, "So how about now, stranger? You look like you need some company?"

But again the old man said, "Maybe later."

"Fine, but it looks like you got a load on your mind," she said as she sat back down.

He paused for a second as he open the door, glance down at her and then closed it. "As a matter of fact I do."

Nova smiled and patted the chair next to her. "Why don't you tell me all about it?"

The man glanced at the chair and let out a long sigh before slipping down into it.

"See, now how hard was that?"

"Harder than you think, young lady," replied the bearded man. He took a moment to glance around the bar and Nova could almost see a bit of regret in his eyes. "I don't even know if this idea of mine is worth going on about it."

"Such as?" inquired Nova

The man smiled and shook his head. "It'll take too long to explain. Let's just say that I have some unfinished business that I left behind a long time ago."

His voice was calm, cool, and collect so he wasn't referring to revenge nor was he bitter and sad so it wasn't about a lost. There was something to him that Nova couldn't quite place, it was almost if he was being driven by a sense of purpose, a task that he needed to accomplish. But there was something else, something of regret.

She decided to take a chance. "So, you regretting something?"

The bearded man didn't lash out nor did he shrink away from the question as so many others would've, instead he looked at her and nodded his head. "There is someone that I left behind in a safe place, someone I care deeply about but I didn't want them coming with me nor did I tell them that I was leaving."

She could hear the bitter sadness in his voice, the decision to do what he did must've pained him deeply. Leaning over, Nova grabbed the man's hand and gave it a tight squeeze. "Then, honey, maybe it was better off that you didn't. I'm sure whoever you're referring to will be fine."

It was a faint really, she didn't give a mole rat's ass one bit if whoever he was talking about was enslaved by Slavers, diced up into a hearty stew by cannibals, carried off kicking and screaming by Super Mutants, or turned into a plaything for a group of Raiders. She was good at playing the sympathetic shoulder for anyone to cry on, as long as her charm worked to get what she wanted, and it didn't let her down again.

"How about we go somewhere...private?"

"Well, you don't hide what you want," she said as she rose from her chair and motion with her finger. "Come with me."

Leading him upstairs, she closed the door and made sure it was locked. She didn't want to have a bad repeat the last time she forgot to lock the door. She watched him take a glance around the room, as if recalling a past memory.

"Remembering something?" she asked.

He nodded. "I remember this room. I stayed here before, a long time ago."

"When was that?" asked Nova who was intrigued by the remark.

But he shook his head. "Forget it, means nothing now."

"Whatever, Hon. So, what do you want Nova to do to you?"

For a second the stranger look to actually be nervous as he turned to face her, his eyes taking in every curve of her body, lingering on her chest and thigh area.

"Forgive me," he said, "it's been a long time since I've been with a woman."

"Don't worry," Nova replied as she started to undo her clothing, dropping the articles to the floor. "I know what I'm doing."

A smirk crossed her face as she watched his eyes roam over her nude form as she strolled up over to him. With his help she undressed him and soon they were standing in the cool room, their bodies pressed up against each others.

Breaking his embrace, she whispered into his ear. "Do you want to fuck this body?"

The Old Man did not need to be told twice, almost instantly he was kissing her and his hands found their way to her slim waist before looping around to grab the firm cheeks of her round ass, pulling her in towards him. She could feel his erect manhood poking against her and she pressed herself up against it hard, feeling its warmth, desperate wanting to taste it. Slipping free from his grasp, she knelt down before him, giggling slightly as his erect member hit her on the cheek, causing her to pull her head away slightly, then she open her thin lips and plunged the Old Man's eager member deep into her throat in one impressive gulp. He gasped at the magnificent sensation and she moaned as she stared up at him with her big, doe eyes. She could barely believe how turned on she was right now and she felt like she’d explode if she didn’t cum soon. She let her hands join in on the action as one held the base of the impressive member and the other fondled his heavy balls.

He groaned with pleasure as she masterfully sucked his stiff cock, the sight of her looking up at him like that being nearly enough to push him right over the edge. He closed his eyes in pleasure and Nova knew she was doing a good job as she plunged his manhood deeper still into her hot, wet throat. She stayed like that, bobbing her head intensely back and forth, loving the sensation of her lover's thick cock buried in her mouth until she felt his heavy balls begin to tighten up.

“Oh Catherine,” he gasped “I’m going to cum!”

Paying the name no head since he wasn't the first to mutter another girl's name during her services, Nova just looked up at him even more seductively and tightened her grip on his balls. That was more than he could stand and he groaned and came hard, blasting his hot cum down her throat. She moaned at the delicious sensation of the thick semen oozing down her esophagus and pulled her head away, letting a tiny stream of stray cum trail from the corner of her mouth as she caught her breath. Before she could even speak she felt her petite body being lifted and quickly found herself laying on her back on her double wide bed.

“Oh take me,” she gasped as her arousal spread through her like wildfire and she arched her back in anticipation.

She screamed with pleasure as she felt the Old Man's tongue find her center and run up the length of her gushing slit before stopping over her painfully engorged clit and giving the tiny organ a welcome lick. She screamed yet louder and gasped for breath as streams of pleasure shot through her mind. Her fingers grabbed a hold of her rock-hard nipples and she pinched them hard as the Old Man's tongue brought her almost instantly to a mind shattering orgasm and she screamed as loud as she was able, her juices shooting out of her and over her lover's face. As the waves of pleasure rocketed through her petite body the stranger slipped his head from between her silky thighs and slid up her body, planting kisses as he when until he found her breasts and drew one of her thick nipples into his mouth, tasting her slick skin and pushing her to even farther heights of sheer pleasure. She felt his once-again-stiff cock come to rest against her inner thigh and her hips thrust up to meet him.

“Oh yes,” she wailed. “Please Fuck me! I need you inside me!”

So overcome with lust she was for the Old Man as she felt her powerful orgasm still rippling through her, she could think of nothing but fucking him, making passionate love to him. Her cries were soon answered as she felt his eager cock glide against her hot sex then push its way in, spreading her tight walls wide. She gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain as she felt him pushing open her canal. His cock finally bottomed out against her ultra sensitive cervix and her back arched up off the bed in unimaginable pleasure. She screamed and moaned as he ravaged her, driving her into fits of bliss long into the night until she finally felt his hot, creamy seed spray into her womb and they collapsed onto each other, exhausted and sweaty.
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"So, you got my money or what?"

Extinguishing her cigarette on the wall, Nova slipped her hand into the folds of her top, allowing Moriarty to get a good glimpse of her cleavage before pulling out a bag of caps. She casually tossed it to the Irish bar owner who gave the bag a quick jiggle before walking away. Nova didn't bother hiding the disgust when she didn't even get a reaction from him as she lit up another cigarette and gave it a hearty drag as she thought back to the following evening she spent wrapped in the sweaty embrace of the Old Man.

The things that he did to her drove her crazy so much that she lost count of how many times she orgasm. Even now thinking about his wiggling appendage between the folds of her thighs caused her cunt to expel a trickle of pre-honey nectar. Nova didn't care as she leaned up against the wall and sighed. When she woke up the following morning he was gone, a bag of caps was placed on the bed next to her. He didn't even leave a note or told her his name when they made love all night. Normally it didn't bother her, but he was special and a part of her wished that he stuck around a bit longer, who knows maybe she could've fallen for him if he kept up his traits in pleasing her.

"Damn piece of junk," muttered Gob as he slammed his hand down on the radio for what had to be the one thousandth time that day."

"Give it rest, Gob," she said. "How many times do I have to tell you it's them, not the radio?"

The Ghoul bartender snorted as he went back to wiping down the bar with a dirty rag. "Whatever. You've been walking around with a smile on your face ever since-" His words trailed off as the door to the saloon open up and in stepped another stranger. "Would you look at that?"

Turning, Nova saw a young auburn hair girl, probably not even older than late teenage years if that, closing the door behind her. The girl eyes were a piercing blue more deep than any river and more shimmering than the sky on its clearest day, both were crowned by long dark lashes and delicately arched brows. Her face had a uncannily beautiful appearance, free of any pigment that would show exposure to the sun but retaining a youthful, innocent look. Her nose was delicate and small, her jaw line smooth and perfect. Her lips were extremely thin and slender, a slight lightest pink that contrasted beautifully with her flawless pale skin. Nova could see that she was very slim, her body apparently fit but still extremely curvaceous, a figure to haunt the dreams of any man who laid eyes upon her for the rest of his life. Her small waist and taught stomach widening into slim yet perfectly rounded hips which, in turn led into the most perfect, firm, round ass and a pair of magnificently toned, long and silk smooth legs.

She’d been an early bloomer, Nova figured by her youthful look and her body was fully that of a woman, even if she was in her late teens. Her best feature, however, was almost undoubtedly her medium size and yet perfectly firm, almost unnaturally perky breasts, standing tall and proud atop of her slim chest. They were certainly the subject of many a boys wet dreams and many a young girls jealousy, Nova figured. Though she stood only five feet and five inches tall, a bit above average for a human female, her body was in perfect proportion and the raised heels of her boots elevated her height slightly, in addition to making her legs and buttocks look even more magnificent than they already did. She wore the same outfit as the previous stranger, a one piece form fitting jumpsuit that hugged even the subtlest curve of her glorious body tightly and clung like a second skin to her ample breasts.

The girl seemed to hesitate, unsure of what to do next until the door open again and Billy Creed nearly ran into her back as he walked in. "Move it or lose it, sweetie," he said as he push passed her.

Swallowing hard, the girl made her way over to the bar and slipped into the stool in front of Nova. As she sat there, she eyed Gob with a perplexed and almost curious of stares. The Ghoul didn't seem to mind it at first but after a few seconds, he threw down his rag and turned towards her.

"Yeah, what are you looking at?" he asked. When she didn't response, he folded his arms across his chest and said, "What's the matter, you never seen a Ghoul before?"

The girl seemed to be taken back by his sudden approach and quickly shook her head. "Well...um...no, you're the first one I've seen. Ah...what's a ghoul?"

"You've never seen...what rock did you crawl out of, kid?" he asked. But this time the girl didn't say anything. "Forget it. You want something, a drink, food, anything, anything at all?"

"Umm...no, I'm just going to sit here for a bit is all."

"What? You're not going to yell at me, hit me, berate me?"

Now the girl really seemed to be confused as she shook her wide eyes head negatively. "I..I didn't plan on...it."

Gob's eyes narrowed for a brief moment before he reached under the counter and slid a glass of water over to her. "Normally I wouldn't do this, but for you I'll make the exception. This stays between you and me, I don't need Mister Moriarty finding out about it, okay?"

The girl just nodded her head quickly and Gob just snorted before turning back to the other patrons. Taking a final drag on her cigarette, she flicked the butt to the ground before slipping into the stool next to the girl.

"Hi there, I'm Nova. New to Megaton, huh?"

The auburn hair teenager just nodded her head and again said nothing as he eyed the glass of water in front of her.

"Well do yourself a favor and keep walking. Some of us stay for a few days... and then it's five years later."

"I'm....um the Sheriff said I could find a Moriarty here?"

Now what did she went with him, she wondered as she pointed to the back room door. "He's back there counting his caps, hon."

The teenager girl nodded her head silently again, rose and made her way into the back room of the saloon. Watching her disappear, Nova sighed and sadly shook her head. Wherever that girl had came from and was raised, they apparently didn't do a proper job of preparing her for the Wastelands. She'd probably be dead in a day or enslaved, thought Nova as she motioned to Gob for a drink. Too bad, really, that girl had a real good looking body. However Nova couldn't help but think of the strange outfit the girl was wearing for it was the same one worn by the Old Man from the previous day.

As she thought of the handsome Old Man taking her into his arms her dainty hand unconsciously ran down her flat stomach and over her crotch, lingering there for a few scant seconds. She slowly shook herself from her reverie and saw Gob as well as Billy eyeing her, she composed herself and walked up the stairs to her room. Closing the door behind her, she could feel her skin was warm to the touch and was almost electrifying. Then she caught a smell that was overly rancor and it took her a few seconds to realize it was coming from her. It wasn't like she wasn't conducting personal hygiene after satisfying a customer, after all a dirty working girl was a poor working girl. But hand bathes could only do so much. Megaton did support a complete water and sewage system but it was ancient and was constantly having pressure problems, so much in fact that water usage was restricted to the public latrines and bath houses only. Not that it matter since the Saloon didn't sport a indoor latrine at all.

She didn't mind using the public facilities to clean herself, the problem was that it was only shower stalls. Not that she didn't mind of course, but nothing could compare to a good bath. That was what she missed most about the now destroyed settlement that is was founded in a pre-war residential neighborhood and everyone every resident had a house that they fixed up and lived in. Of course the houses didn't have running water, but Nova didn't mind saving her water rations so she could enjoy a monthly hot bath utilizing the tub in her residence. Even in Megaton she still saved her water rations for such occasion but the room she resided in was cramp enough that she couldn't even fathom getting a tub placed in the room. Then she suddenly realize while thinking about the tub that she was going about this the wrong way. She didn't need an actual pre-war tub, just a container big enough for her to lay down in and could be portable. And she knew right where she could get one.

Cursing at the fact why she didn't think of this before, she flung open the door and made her way back downstairs. "Where's that metal vat, Gob?" she asked.

The Ghoul stared blankly at the red head woman. "What do you need with that?" he asked.

"Do we have it or not?" she asked again, starting to get annoyed as the yearning between her legs grew.

"It's outside out back," he finally answered.

Flinging opening the door to the saloon, she step out into the scorching mid-day heat and immediately began to perspire which only caused the sensation between her legs to become near unbearable. Stalking around the corner, she spotted the metal vat which all it was was a huge drum that Gob had torch a fourth of its side off and then bend the open portions up and outwards to form a U-shape container with metal legs that he used when he brewed his concoction for what passed for Scotch. Heaving it up onto her back, she strained under its weight as she slowly made her way back inside the saloon. As soon as she stepped inside, she felt her nipples harden as the cool air of the interior washed over her body.

Seeing her with the container perched on her back, Gob shook his head and made his way over to her as she nearly fall over when she tried to take the first step. "Here, let me help you before you hurt yourself," he growled. "What's this all about anyway?"

Not wanting Gob's help but relieved to have the weight off her shoulders, Nova followed the Ghoul up the stairs as she replied, "Can't a woman clean herself properly?"

"You want to use it to clean yourself?" he replied as he crested the top of the stairs. "What, you mean like a bath?"

Nova nodded her head but said nothing.

"Look, Moriarty will charge you double if he found out what you're going to be using your purified water for."

"So don't tell him." She ran her hand over his chest as he sat the vat down in the middle of her room and gave him a quick peck to what passed for his lips. "Besides he'll be talking to that teenager for a while. Just make sure he doesn't come up here is all I ask and I might reward you later on."

Gob turned and pulled Nova's clothed body up against him, squeezing her ass cheeks with both hands. "For some alone time with you I'll make sure he's preoccupied for the rest of the day."

Nova smiled, giving him a quick kiss before gently pushing him away, making sure that his hand didn't brush across her crotch area. "Thanks, Gob."

She waited until the Ghoul was going down the stairs before she closed the door to her room again and hurried over to her water supply and started to dump it into the makeshift tub. It took nearly all her supply to fill it halfway but it was enough as she dipped her hand into the water and grimaced when she felt how cold it was. Knowing that would put a damper on things if she went into the container nude, she grabbed her heating plate and pressed it up against the metal siding, turning it on. She waited a few seconds before dipping her hand into the water again to the spot where the heating unit was pressed up against the side and smiled when she felt the water getting warmer.

Standing erect, she undid the fasteners to the top of her outfit and slowly slipped her blouse off one shoulder, then the other, gradually revealing more and more of her perfect, milky white breasts. With a sigh of satisfaction and a firm tug she pulled off her bra, letting her perfect breasts pop free from their confinement and bounce gently in the open air. Even without the support of her bra they stood proud and perky, the large, dark pink circles of her newly revealed areolas cresting in thick nipples that pointed gently upwards towards the ceiling. She stayed like that for a moment, giving her harden nipples a quick pinch as goose bumps formed on her cooling skin. Finally, she reached down and wriggled her hips free of her mini skirt, allowing it to slide down her smooth legs, standing there in the confines of her room with nothing but a pair of tiny panties, thigh high stockings and shin tall boots.

She stood like that a moment longer before gently cupping her large breasts in her hands and running her finger tips slowly over her semi hard nipples, but quickly became hard as rocks, standing almost painfully tall atop her smooth tits. Nova dipped her fingers back into the warming water of the tub and began using it as a lubricant, sliding her now moist digits over her extremely engorged nipples. She pumped her nipples harder before grabbing hold of them both and giving a firm tug, allowing a slight moan to escape her mouth at the pleasant sensation. Reluctantly, she pulled her fingers away from her yearning nipples and wiped a bit of the warm liquid onto her flat stomach before bringing her fingers to her lips and licked the last of the water's residue from her digits.

Another moment passed as she suckled her finger like a child, not realizing how seductive she looked like that as her hands ran down the womanly curves of her sides and to the top of her white undergarment. Her fingers slid slowly beneath the top of her underwear and retreated beneath the thick garment, catching hold of it and pulling it down her long legs, slowly revealing the sparse, well trimmed triangle of reddish hair that constituted her bush and the tight pink lips of her sex, currently shiny with moisture. She felt her panties leave a warm, wet trail down both her thighs. Her panties hit the floor with a squishing sound and she gasped at how wet she must be to soak them that thoroughly. She ran her fingers anxiously over her bush, the short trimmed hairs tickling her fingers, then gasped and jumped as her first finger met her hard clit. The sensation was amazing, she never quite got used to it no matter how many times she pleasured herself.

She parted her legs slightly and ran her finger up and down her tiny slit a few times, gathering her moisture before noticing her bath was ready. She smiled to a phantom Old Man and turned around showing her perfectly rounded ass before pausing and bending over to pull off her stockings, pushing her ass into the air and revealing her soaked pussy to the imaginary lover. Standing in the nude, she turned off the heating unit and tested the water with a toe before stepping in and seating herself in the deep tub, feeling the warm water wash over her body to her chest. Once again, she imagined the Old Man, how he’d kiss her and run his hands over her body, her own fingers took the place of his, once more roaming over her smooth skin. As she slowly spread her legs as wide as the tub would allow, she remembered how he finally took her the previous night and ran a hand down her taught stomach and over her slight bush. Again, she paused over her clit and savored the sensation it gave her, but she wanted more. She began to give a low, moan of pleasure as she used two fingers to pull open the outer lips of her sex, revealing her tight inner walls.

Her other hand reluctantly left its post at her sensitive nipple and one of the fingers began gently exploring the exposed inner core of her womanhood. Slowly, she began easing her finger into her unimaginably tight, wet pussy moaning in pleasure as her tight walls were stretched to accommodate even this small presence. Her finger slipped an inch into her well lubricated sex and she felt her strong walls frantically convulsing around it. She forced a second inch in, biting her lip slightly. Finally, she rammed her fingers in, and she gasped as her tight sex grew accustomed to the foreign presence of her fingers and she began to frantically piston the digit in and out, her breath coming in gasps and screams of bliss, her body writhing in the warm water. She closed her eyes and arched her back, lifting her ass up off the bottom of the tub as she felt her orgasm start to grow deep in the pit of her stomach.

Her screams echoed through the room as she finally began to cum, waves of unspeakable pleasure shooting through her like lightning and her pussy contracting almost painfully around her finger. Her hips bucked furiously against her phantom lover and her bliss showed no sign of subsiding any time soon.

Just then, the metal door to Nova bedroom opened, “Excuse me...” someone called before seeing her there, pussy lips spread wide, finger pistoning into her sex.

Nova gasped and writhed there, powerless to stop her overwhelming orgasm as she saw the auburn hair teenage girl standing dumbfounded in the doorway.

“I...I'm sorry,” the teenager stammered, quickly averting her eyes “I... I’m so sorry... I didn’t realize that you were... um...” Her voice trailed off.

Before Nova could say a word the teenager slammed the door and she could hear her running down the stairs. Ah crap, thought Nova as she jumped up from the tub to give chase and then realized that she was naked and wet. Shaking her head, she lowered herself back into the warm water and sat there in silence.
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She didn't know why she wanted to find the younger girl, maybe it was self preservation to make sure she didn't squeal to Moriarty about what she saw her doing in the room or maybe it was she felt sorry for the girl or maybe it could be something else entirely. For whatever reason she had to wait until the saloon was closed and Moriarty had fallen asleep, she hadn't want to take a chance in leaving and having the Irishman finding the metal vat filled of drinking water in her room. Gob wasn't kidding when he warned her if the self-proclaimed crime boss found out what she had used her drinking water for he would start charging her double rate for it. Of course she had to take care of the Ghoul first even although he'd failed in keeping anyone from interrupting her before she was ready to look for the auburn hair teenager. As she walked down the metal stairs to the saloon's entrance she could clearly hear the patter drumming away on the roof and let out a curse as she stepped outside into the night with droplets of rain striking her.

It didn't rain that much in the Capital Wastelands, but when it did it poured, sometimes for days on end. Glancing down at the bottom of the crater where the unexploded atomic bomb had came to rest which also served as a marker for the center of the town, she glanced in all directions over the darken square and wonder where the young girl could've run off too. A quick check with Stockholm at the main gate assured her that she hadn't left Megaton as of yet, but as she carefully made her way down the slippery slope to the bottom of the crater she started to wonder where she could've run off to. She was new to town so she couldn't have a place or be staying with anybody so that left only the Common Rooms. The rain fall started to get heavier and harder as Nova made her way up the maze of catwalks to the shoddy building that served as a resting spot for non-residences who were just passing through, but after a thorough check of the building's three levels Nova stepped back outside deject.

A search of both of the public restrooms also turned up blank and now that she was completely soaked Nova had decided to give up the search and return to the saloon when she heard a faint, almost inaudible sound. Straining her hearing, she could barely make it out over the roar of the pounding rain the sounds that of sniffles and weeping. Someone was crying and was nearby. Following the source to underneath the metal catwalk, she peered into the shadows near the support beams and was rewarded by spotting the curled up form of the teenager when the sky light up the darkness for a brief moment.

Sliding underneath the railing, Nova used the rusting metal supports to help guide her over to the teenager. As she approached she could tell that she was worse for wear; her hair was matted down by the rain and covered in mud as well as that of her clothes, the bit of make-up she had on her face was now nothing more than a glob of black stains. Her eyes were red and puffy indicating that she'd been crying for a long time.

Getting close to her, Nova called out, "What are you doing out here?"

The teenager jumped at the sound of Nova's voice causing her to slid from her perch and down the muddy embankment to the bottom of the crater. Nova was ready to watch her run off but instead she just sat there and curled herself back into a ball. Making her way back down to the crater, Nova approached the young girl again.

"You know you don't have to stay out here and get wet and muddy like this," she said. "Why didn't you stay in the Common Rooms. They got beds you know?"

The teenager girl looked up at Nova, tears still streaming down her face, and said, "There wasn't any beds that weren't taken and...and...one of them offered his in return...in return for-"

She stopped there and buried her head back into her legs and wept. That didn't surprise Nova at all, her remark about the offer that was clearly sexual in nature. Some of the wanderers were crude, rude, territorial, and above all else horny. If it wasn't for the threat of Lucas Simms either dispensing with some Wasteland Justice or banishing them from Megaton they probably would've raped the teenager as soon as she stepped through the door. Heck, from what she could see the young girl didn't have a weapon, which surprised her even more.

She was right when she first saw the girl, wherever she came from had done a piss poor job in getting her ready for the cruelty of the world. She was half attempted to just leave her there, crying her eyes out knowing that her pain would soon be over, but then again she was once that same young, scared teenager girl as well. Maybe that's the reason why she went to find her, because she reminded her of herself so much.

Squatting down next to her, Nova said, "Look, I don't know who you are or where you came from and I take it you can't go back either. But if you're going to survive out here you best start learning some stuff."

With that she stood up and offered her hand to the weeping girl. Raising her head, she looked at Nova's hand and glanced up at the red head prostitute in front of her. "Why do you want to help me?"

"Who the hell knows?" she replied. "But my offer is still there."

The teenager looked at the offered hand once more before she reached up and took it. Nova heave the young girl back onto her feet and led her back to the saloon. Entering the quiet interior of the saloon, Nova hustled the young girl up the stairs and into her room where she closed and made sure the door was locked behind her. Hearing the click of the locking mechanism, the young girl tore her gaze from the water-filled metal vat and back up to Nova.

"Why are you locking the door?" the teenager asked.

"Because if Moriarty found out that you're staying here and not one of my paying customers then he'll be asking for his share of the rent, not to mention him flipping out about the tube as well," she answered as she grabbed the still moist towel she had used early and started drying her hair.

"How much do you charge for what you do?"

"Well...for you? A room and some company will run you a hundred and twenty caps. Up front."

The young girl gave her a perplexed look. "Umm, I guess that's money? Moriarty asked me for a hundred caps for some information I wanted. I didn't have any."

Glancing at the muddy teenager, Nova motion with her hand. "Less talking, more stripping."

"What?"

"Doll, with the way that bastard keeps this place cool you're going to get sick soon enough if you keep standing around in those wet clothes. Now, come on, off with them so we can get you cleaned up and into a fresh set of clothes."

Nova didn't bother to watch to see if she took her advice before she was stripping off her own soaked clothes, flinging them over a clothes line that she strung between her chest and the wall. Wrapping a towel around her nude form, she bent over and brought her portable metal heater back over to the side of the tub. Satisfied that the device was doing its job yet again, she glanced up and her eyes widen in astonishment at the lush nude girl standing behind her. She stood on top of the pile of her dirty clothing with her legs folded over each other squeeze closed with her hands and arms covering her tits and womanhood.

The red hair prostitute couldn't help about crack a smile at the innocent and unspoiled nature of the young girl. "What, first time standing before a complete stranger in the nude?"

The teenager's cheeks grew to a crimson hue and nodded her head vigorously.

Nova let out a laugh as she pointed to the tub in front of her. "Come on, step in and lower yourself into the water so we can get that mud off of yea."

Sheepishly and with great care not to expose anything she didn't want the older woman to see, the teenager stepped into the water filled vat and lowered herself into the warming liquid as Nova raised a bucket of water and slowly poured it over the top of the young girl's head.

"Look, you're going to have to get the chucks of mud out of your hair while I'm pouring, doll. I can't do both for yea."

Relunctively the young teenage girl slowly moved her hands away from her breast and pelvic region towards her hair and Nova found herself staring at the girl before her. Her beast were smaller than hers but perfect in size to fondle and suck and nearly gasped when she saw the region between her legs devoid of any auburn color mane.

"Make sure you get it all out, doll," she said as she stole her eyes away from the nude teenage girl to pull a cigarette from her pack and lit up.

"Anastasia," she said.

"What?"

"My name, it's Anastasia."

"A bit long, don't yea think? Have a shorter way to say it?"

The girl shook her head negatively as she continue to clean her body free of soil.

Nova found her eyes drifting over the teenager's body once again as she stood leaning up against the wall, watching her. "Anastasia, huh? Let's see, how about Anya?"

"Anya? I like it."

"Okay, Anya it is," Nova said as she took another pull from her cigarette. "You don't have the look of a wanderer nor do you look like you came from any of the nearby settlements, So where are you from?"

"I was born and raised in Vault 101. Lived there my whole life with my father until recently," Anya replied as she pulled a chunk of mud from her auburn locks. "Oh, I'm sorry about earlier, seeing you...you know...doing your thing."

Waving her hands as she inhaled deeply on the pre-war tobacco stick, she replied back with, "Happens all the time."

They feel silent once again and Nova found herself licking her lips. It hadn't been a long time since she'd last slept with a woman, but it had been a long time since she tasted the nectar of a virgin's pussy. Then it suddenly occurred to her, she might be acting all innocent, but was she truly still pure? It was a rarity to find a virgin in the wastelands these days.

"Anya, are you a virgin?"

From the reaction she received from the sudden look with wide eye stare confirmed Nova's suspicions but she feared she might've overstepped her bounds.

"Don't take it the wrong way, kid, just asking is all," she quickly stated. "You're a bit of a rarity these days so best to keep that to yourself or things might happen...awful things to be exact."

The young girl stared at her for a brief moment and then nodded her head. "Thanks for the advice, I guess. It's just so different up here. To be honest this whole world seems alien to me, but I can't go back, not now or ever."

"Why?"

Anya sighed as she flicked some water with her fingers. "Some bad events happened recently where I lived and a lot of people were killed. Apparently it was because of my father and the person in charge saw me as to blame with my being father gone. So I was forced to leave and I can't ever return."

"Banished, huh?" The teenager nodded her head as Nova stump out her cigarette. "Take it from me, it's not such a bad world once you get use to it. But you either got to harden yourself up to it or else it's going to eat you, mentally and physically. You got a gun?"

Anya nodded and pointed to her clothing pile. "Just a pistol I took during my escape from the Vault. I kept it inside of my jumpsuit."

"Rule Number One of the Wastelands, Kiddo," Nova said as she scooped up the dirty pile and retrieved the sidearm. "Always be ready to fight so keep your weapons handy and close by either on your side or slung across your back. Nice N99 10mm and it's in great shape too. Rule Number Two, always keep up with repairs on your weapons. If your weapon is falling apart the only Wasteland Asshole you're going to kill is yourself."

Placing the weapon down on the table next to her, she dropped to her knees and lathered up a wash cloth. Pushing the teenager forward, she started to clean the young girl's back as she continue her speech.

"Rule Number Three, when the Raiders come there is no shame in hiding. When those psychopaths come to play or you stumble upon an encampment or a raiding party, the best thing to do is run, hid, or fight have you have the guns and balls to do so. Just whatever you do don't go waving a white flag, they'll just strangle you with it."

As she spoke she unconsciously moved from washing Anya's back to her chest, running the lathered cloth over the young girl's soft melons, giving each a playful squeeze through the damp, slick cloth. The teenager responded with a shudder, glancing up nervously towards Nova but said nothing as she listened to the older woman's lessons.

"Rule Number Four, radiation is always a constant problem when traveling the waste so the best thing you can do is get your hands on a Geiger Counter to warn you when you're in a irradiated area. Constant exposure can lead to radiation sickness and that, kiddo, you don't want. But if you are exposed make sure you got a handy supply of Rad-X or Radaway. Believe me, you'll need it or else you might end up like Gob downstairs."

Her washing hands continued downwards, wiping across Anya's exposed naval area and flat stomach.

"Rule Number Five, day light is your friend for you can see potential dangerous critters and areas more clearly then at night. When the sun starts to go down, find yourself a safe place to hunker down until first daylight. But make sure you check your hiding place thoroughly or you might end up with a nasty surprise later on."

The cloth brushed gently against Anya's lower pelvic region, slightly teasing her love canal lips but it was enough for the girl to clamp down on the older woman's hands, taking the cloth from her grasp.

"I can take care of that area myself," she said.

The red hair prostitute shrugged her shoulder but didn't let on that she was a bit miffed as she stood up. "And Rule Number Six, the most important rule, especially if you're a woman. Use every available asset at your disposal to help you out of tough places, everything including."

Anya followed Nova's stare down to her hairless cunt and she squeezed her legs tightly together. "Um, thanks for the advice. The others are helpful but I think I'll stay away from the last one."

"Believe me, girl, there'll be a time when you might have too," she said before standing. "But enough of my blabbering, it's getting late." Tossing the teenager a towel, she motioned to the bed. "Go ahead and get some sleep, but leave enough of space for me."

As she wrapped the towel around her teenage form, Anya glance at the bed and then back to Nova. "Um, both of us are sleeping in it?"

"What, you think I'm going to sleep on the floor?" Nova shook her head. "Just be thankfully I'm allowing you a free night's stay."

Accepting the small shirt that Nova gave her, Anya hurriedly dried herself and crawled onto the bed. The mattress wasn't soft or firm, but it felt well used which made sense from what Nova did with it. Rolling over onto her side, she watched as the red hair woman fill the bucket with water from the metal vat, disappear outside the room, and come back a few seconds later to refill the bucket and disappear again. Somewhere between the ten or eleventh trip she felt her eye lids growing heavy and allowed them to fall.
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The sensors on the door indicated the nearing presence set a command to the control panel, which overrode the locking mechanism which caused the door to split open thus allowing the deject looking sixteen year old girl to leave her father's medical office. Pausing, she glance back over her shoulder to see her father smile once more at her before turning back to his work. I suck at lying, she thought silently to herself as she stalk off down the artificial lit corridor towards the Vault's classroom. Today was the dreaded day, the day that nearly everyone both young and old talked about, today was the day she was going to take the Vault 101 Generalized Occupational Aptitude Test, or simply referred to as the Goat, and was required to be taken by every resident when or just after they turned sixteen years of age.

According to her father and Jonas when she asked them about it, it was a achievement test that is used to decide what sort of a job a person is best suited for in the vault. It is a combination of written and oral exam which, according to everyone, never lies. But she heard that past teachers tend to doubt its effectiveness but kept their comments to themselves or risk upsetting the Overseer. It wasn't that she didn't like school, in fact she was always fighting with her best friend Amata Almodovar for the best grades, some where even saying it would be either of them who could be picked as the next future Overseer of the vault. What she did mind was that her entire future was going to be placed in the hands of a stupid test that would decide what she did for the rest of her life. If I don't get something good I swear I'll call the whole thing a farce right to the Overseer's face, she silently decided.

Making her way down the stairwell, she turned the corner to the corridor that would take her to the classroom and stopped in her tracks. A little ways down was Amata surrounded by three boys sporting a drawn and designed snake whose body formed a letter 'S' sewn on the leather surface of brown color jackets. Anya couldn't help herself but to roll her eyes at seeing the vault's one, and only, gang. The Tunnel Snakes, an idea of Butch Deloria, were a gang of greasers that wore brown leather jackets over their vault suits and had hairstyles that were greased down with lard. So far the only known members of the group was Butch, Wally Mack, and Paul Hannon Jr. Ever since they were twelve the gang of three, whose leaderships shifts consistently between Butch and Wally, with Paul following whomever is in charge at the moment, had been nothing but trouble. As she neared the confrontation, she could hear that the group was yet again going out of their way to make her friend's life a miserable adventure to the classroom.

"Get out of my way, you stupid Tunnel Snakes," Amata yelled as she tried to push pass the group of three.

But Butch stopped her by placing his hands on her chest and pushing her backwards, but not before he gave her young buds a playful squeeze. "I can show you a 'real' tunnel snake, Amata," he answered with a grin.

The young Hispanic girl hit him as hard as she could on his jacket, which only got a chuckle from the group. "Don't you fucking touch there again. God, Butch why don't you just leave me alone?"

The youth laughed as he folded his arms across his chest. "What are you going to do, Amata? Go run and tell your daddy on us?"

Paul leaned over to run a hand through Amata's hair which she angrily slapped away as he mockingly said, "Daddy's girl. Daddy's girl!"

"Let's go into the storeroom, Amata," Wally said with a smirk. "I'll show you a good time."

That comment seem to gull Amata as she fixed a harden stare at the other youth. "I'm not scared of you, Wally Mack! I'm not scared of any of you so get away from me," she nearly screamed.

Anya moved quickly, pushing through the Tunnel Snakes and grabbed Amata's hand, leading her pass the group under a barrage of catcalls.

"Stupid Tunnel Snakes," Amata said as the two friends entered the classroom. "Immature assholes if you ask me. Why won't they leave me alone?"

They had this discussion before, so Anya just used the same answer she always used. "Because of your father's position in the vault."

"It's not my fault my father's the Overseer. I don't care about their stupid gang!"

"Well besides fighting them or telling your father what else are you going to do?"

That seemed to calm Amata down for she took a deep breath and shook her head. "I don't know. If I tell my father it's just going to make matters worse." Then she looked at her friend with a pleading look. "But maybe you can talk to them? I've seen the way Butch looks at you, maybe he'll listen to you."

"He doesn't look at me like that," stammered Anya.

"I think you've had your head in your books too long," Amata said with a giggle. "But can you talk to them. Please?"

"I don't know. What if I talked to them and they still bother you?"

"Then it just proves that their just a bunch of idiots if you ask me. They think they're so tough, with their 'gang'. All they ever do is hang around and cause trouble. And it's like you said, they've got it in for me because my father is the Overseer. Like that's my fault!"

Looking at the pleading look, Anya let out a long sigh and threw her arms up into the air. "Fine, Amata, I'll see if I can talk some sense into them. But I don't think it's going to do much good."

Her friend smiled as she wrapped her in a hug. "Thanks. You've always been a good friend."

Breaking her embrace, Anya made her way back out into the hall to see the feared Tunnel Snakes hackling Christine Kendall as she tried to move pass them. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Anya approached the group.

Seeing her approaching them, Butch snorted as he glance towards her. "Yeah what do you want?"

"Butch, you and your gang have better stop harassing Amata," she said.

"That's none of your business, kid," Butch spat. "Now get outta here before you get hurt."

Well this isn't going to be all that easy, Anya thought to herself. "I mean it, Butch. Leave her alone."

The Tunnel Snake push off the wall to stand before Anya. He was a good head taller than she was and didn't hid the fact as he jabbed a finger on her forehead. "If you mess with the Tunnel Snakes, you're asking for it. Got me?"

Butterflies started to swim in Anya's stomach as she glared up at Butch. She'd never before been in a fight and she fought to keep her cool and wits. "Butch, if you keep messing with her, the Overseer is going to come down on your gang."

That remark didn't seem to have the effect that she wanted it have as Butch chuckled. "What are you her girl friend? I guess that's why both are you are best friends, maybe you're closer than I thought. So tell us, how does munching her carpet taste like. Or does she even have a carpet, maybe she's smooth and clean. Does it taste like fish down there?"

Deep within her, Anya could feel her pulse quickening and her skin becoming clammy. "Say that again, Butch, and we're going to have problems."

"Keep talking like that, girl, and we'll send you back to your daddy with a few broken bones for him to fix."

That was too much for Anya and before she knew Butch was staggering backwards from a blow she landed squarely across his jaw. "That's it Butch, you and me. Right now!"

The Tunnel Snake rubbed his jaw and chuckle as he stated, "Oh you got to be kidding me. Get her, Tunnel Snakes!"

Immediately, Anya started to back pedal as Wally and Paul came towards her. She swung at the nearest of the two and missed, causing her to stumble forward and into a follow up punch thrown by Wally into her solar plexus. She felt the air leave her lungs causing her to hyperventilate as she staggered forward. Butch was ready and the world seemed to swirl around Anya. It wasn't until she was on the ground that she realized it was in fact her. A cry of anguish exploded from her as Paul slammed his boot heel down on her hand and silence her with a kick to her already aching stomach region.

"What the hell is going on out here?" a voice shouted from the direction of the classroom. "I should've known. You boys should be ashamed of yourselves, beating up a girl. Get into the classroom now before I call security."

"Whatever you say, Teach, we're done with her anyway," replied Butch. "C'mon Tunnel Snakes, we're out of here."

Edwin Brotch, the vault's educational instructor, watched as the three boys walked pass him before he turned his attention to Anya and helped her back to onto her feet. "You know I don't condone violence in solving a problem, Anastasia, nor for that fact your father."

"I...I didn't want...to fight them," she replied, holding her hand protectively against her side.

Seeing it, Edwin motion with his hand and Anya allowed him to see it. She grimace as he applied some pressure. "Hurts, huh?" She nodded. "Try to make a fist?" She attempted and succeeded but not without pain. "Well it doesn't appear to be broken or sprained so you're lucky that you can still take the GOAT today."

"If I've known that I could skip it with a broken hand I would've made sure those assholes did break it."

"Language, young lady," scowled Edwin. "Trust me, it really isn't that bad, Just something everyone has to go through."

Anya snorted. "Yeah, only that it decides what you'll be doing for the rest of your life no matter how hard you studied."

Edwin chuckled at the young girl's remark. "I said the same thing when I was your age and look at me. But I'm sure you'll do well especially since it's multiple choice with no wrong answers."

"That's what everyone keeps telling me," sighed Anya.

"Come on, let's get back into the classroom so we can start as soon everyone's found a seat. Good luck."

Why does everyone keep telling me that, wondered Anya as she made her way into the classroom and found her seat. An hour later she knew why as she walked out of the room shaking her head. All the years of studying, all the hard work she put in and the results of the test said she was going to be the vault's next Marriage Counselor. She didn't like psychiatry and now she was going to be sorting out everyone else's problems in the vault for the rest of her life.

She was so deject that she didn't respond when someone called her name as she made her way down the corridor. It wasn't until someone grabbed her arm did she suddenly become aware that Amata had been calling out for her.

"Well I take it you didn't get what you were hoping for on the G.O.A.T, huh?" she asked.

Anya shook her head and told her friend what she got. "That test is just a bunch of propaganda bullshit, if you ask me. What you get?"

"Shift Supervisor."

"Why doesn't that surprise me in the lease bit." Seeing the look on her friend's face, Anya was quick to back pedal on her comment. "I'm sorry, Amata, I wasn't implying that-"

"It's okay, I'm sure you won't be the last," she said. "Oh and thanks for trying to talk some sense into Butch and his gang, even if it ended up with you getting the crap kick out of yea."

"Thanks."

All she wanted was to be left alone to try and figure out what she was going to tell her father but Amata didn't seem to get the hint as she playfully punch her in the shoulder. "Come on, let's go over to my place."

Great, now I get to see your old man as well. "I don't know, Amata, I really don't feel like seeing you father today."

"Oh, don't worry about him, he's got a big meeting with all department heads today so I'm sure that'll run all day," Amata replied back with. "Come on, we'll slip into the diner first and see if we can't get our hands on some cake and ice cream."

The comment just made by her long time childhood friend took Anya a bit by surprise as the teenager girl grabbed her hand and lead her down the corridor. Cake and ice cream was considered a specialize item in the vault and was only used sparingly and only on special occasions as long back as she could remember. For Amata to suggest they could just walk right into the vault's diner and get some of it caused Anya to a bit mystify by the whole notion. She wanted to voice her opinion to her friend but the words died in her throat as they entered the diner.

Sitting on the counter, almost as if prepared and waiting for their arrival, were two plates of cake and ice cream with chilled glasses of Nuka Cola placed next to the plates. Dumbfounded by the scene, she watched as Amata sat on the stool and dug into her tasty bakery delight.

"Hurry up and dig in before the ice cream melts, silly," comment Amata as she took another spoon full from her sundae. "I sure do love these banana splits."

Dropping her fork, Amata dug the fruit from the ice cream bowl and brought the elongated soft piece of fruit to her lips. Her mouth opened slightly and her tongue pressed through the newly form opening to slowly clean the fruit clean of dripping ice cream. She fix her friend with an enchanting gaze as she tilted her head to the side and ran her tongue up and down the length of the fruit before plunging it into her greedy mouth. Anya watched in astonishment as her friend nearly took the whole length into her moist orifice and sucked on it eagerly.

Staring back at her friend, Amata dropped the banana to the ground and strolled over to Anya. "Did you like what you saw," she asked seductively. "You want me to do that to you, huh? I'm pretty good at it, you should ask the boys."

"Amata, you haven't done that. You can't," Anya said as she nervously watched her friend circle around her. "This can't be real."

"Who says if it isn't? I know you've always wanted to taste my pussy on your sweet lips, to place your caressing tongue in my womanhood," Amata replied as she brushed the back of her hand against her friend's neck and grinned as Anya shuddered.

Stopping, she leaned forward, softly kissing the exact same spot as Anya lifted her head slightly, exposing her neck more to her caressing lips. Anya felt her body trembling, not from the sensation but from her friend's accusation. She wasn't a lesbian and she did like boys, but it had always been a secret fantasy of hers to explore her sexual nature with the one other person she truly cared about besides her father in the vault. But she'd never told anyone of those desires and kept them to herself.

"And what gave you that notion? You reading my mind or something?"

The girl paused, playfully nibbling on Anya's ear lobe. "Maybe am I." Grabbing Anya's waist, she turned the teenager around and pulled the girl closer to her, pressing her body against hers as she locked eyes with her. "But maybe I'm not. I don't need to read your thoughts to know what you want."

"And what's that?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

She reached up and unfastened the girl's vault suit. Cupping one of the Anya's breast in her hand, she gave it a gentle squeeze as she leaned closer to her flesh-colored lips. "This," she answered softly before slipping her tongue into her friend's mouth.

Her mouth felt like pure bliss as her hands began to explore the other teenage girl's body, tracing down her neck, sneaking into the loose folds of her vault suit. She squeezed both of her teenage buds in her palms as she felt her own nipples hardened underneath her vault suit as she ran her smooth palms over Anya's still developing melons. One of her hands slipped out and undid the rest of the fasteners the girl's suit, surprised to find it was the only article of clothing she wore.

Surrendering to her emotions, Anya broke the embrace as she pushed the Hispanic girl to the ground. Amata giggled as she undid the fasteners on her own vault suit as Anya pulled her boots from her feet before yanking her suit completely off. She allowed herself a moment to reflect on the splendor of Overseer daughter's nude form. She had silky smooth skin that light seemed to glisten off, with a neatly trim brown bush, and an impressive set of breast with perky nipples. She was indeed an impressive sight. Seductively, she pulled her own vault suit from her body, causing Amata to lick her lips hungrily as she lowered herself on top of her, meshing their breast together as they locked lips again.

Playfully rolling on the floor of the diner, both of them explore the others well-rounded, firm ass checks, gripping them with their palms. Anya grabbed Amata's wrist and drew them over her head, pinning them to the floor. She smiled as she lowered her mouth onto one of her tits, her tongue dancing over her hardened nipple as she moaned softly. Keeping her wrist effectively bonded with one of her hands, Anya's free hand moved down the girl's body, following the lines of her figure until it reached her inner thighs. Amata's whole body quivered as her hand brushed over her mound. Her pussy was already glistening with nectar that ooze freely from her love folds, anticipating what was to come. Her finger traced the lines of her pussy, tickling her womanhood as the girl's body squirmed underneath her. She gasped as her digits entered her love canal, probing the moisten walls as the smooth flesh clamped down around her fingers.

Amata moaned wildly as her legs squirmed uncontrollable. Anya slipped her legs between her friend's and pried them opened, tangling hers with the girl's to keep them from moving. The daughter of the vault Overseer whimpered as Anya probed deeper into her quivering mass. Her eyes shot opened as her pussy exploded, coating the her friend's hand with her steaming honey dew. Withdrawing her hand, she let her tongue lick the womanly juices free from her fingers before bringing them up to Amata's hungrily waiting orifice as she devoured her own cum.

The teenage girl lie limply on the ground, exhausted as Anya let her wrists go. Sliding off her body, she dipped her head between the girl's out stretched legs and inserted her tongue into her love canal as Amata arched her back, her hands gripping either side of Anya's head, holding it in place by her pussy as she withered in ecstasy. The two girls were so involved with each other that neither of them noticed Butch entering the diner. He stood there for a brief second, devoid of any clothing with his cock already fully erected and dripping with pre-cum arousal before moving silently behind Anya, whose ass was sticking up in the air, her legs spread apart almost as if she was inviting him into her.

"Now I'll teach you to mess with the Tunnel Snakes," he said as he gripped the side of her ass cheek and guided his pale-colored rod into her dripping pussy.

Anya's eyes snapped wide opened, crying out as the Butch's cock broke through her virgin cunt, tearing her harem as he shoved as much of his tool into her stomach before pulling out and ramming it back in. Amata cried out in dismay as she shoved Anya's head back against her quivering mound, totally oblivious to the fact that Butch had joined the duo. A tear rolled down Anya's cheek as the lining of her love canal expanded to accommodate the teenage youth's massive meat that railed her. Blood mixed with pre-cum as she rocked back and forth, her tits swaying as the leader of the Tunnel Snakes fucked her from behind.

The force behind the boy was enough to drive the auburn mane girl back on top of Amata. Unable to fully penetrate her now popped cherry hole, Butch wrapped his arms around her and pulled her off the ground. Spinning her around on his cock, he locked her legs behind his back before gripping her sides, slamming her up and down, impaling her against him. With her pussy unattended to suddenly, Amata just laid there and watch silently at the sight of Butch holding the lithe girl in his arms, ramming her down against his erect appendage, her tits bouncing from the movement as Anya screamed out.

Licking her lips, she went to a nearby booth and sat down on the edge, spreading her legs open as she fingered her cunt, watching the teenage boy fuck Anya as hard as he could. Seeing her eagerness, Butch raised Anya off his pole and set her down on the floor before turning towards the other teenage girl.

"So you want a piece of the Tunnel Snakes too, huh?" he asked.

Amata smiled mischievously as Butch neared her, grabbing both her legs and spreading them apart further apart as he inserted his pulsating organ into her quivering flesh. He was surprised to find her a bit tighter than Anya as he rammed his hardened rod deep into her stomach as she cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his hardened rod deflowered the Overseer's daughter. He bucked his hips at a rapid pace, railing her dripping cunt as he groaned, feeling his explosion coming. Anya was now up on her on hands and knees, crawling towards them until she was next to the side of the booth.

Unable to hold back, Butch wipe out his cock, stroking it in his hands as Amata slipped out of the booth onto the floor next to Anya, their mouths gaping open as he let out a cry, shooting his load into the teenage girl's waiting mouth. Never before had he experimented such an orgasm as he stroke his full member, covering the both girl's faces, necks, and tits with his seed. He let out a sigh as his cock went limp, but Anya reached up and grabbed the limp tool, stroking it in her palm before she wrapped her mouth around it, sucking the last bits of cum from it before turning and embracing Amata. Breaking the embrace, both of the girl's proceeded to clean each other of his sticky seed.

Watching this, Butch felt himself getting hard again. Anya smiled as she grabbed his hardening cock, licking its entire length with her tongue as Amata teased the head of it with hers. Anya was the first as she wrapped her hungry mouth over his smooth cock, taking in as much as she could into her mouth as Amata stroke the rest of it. They traded off, back and forth, working the Tunnel Snake back up again. Anya's eyes widen and gagged as he fired another load down her throat, but she relaxed, forcing the hot, sticky cum to stay down. Amata quickly replaced her to finish off the boy as Anya collapsed back onto the floor and slowly started to finger herself. Her girl friend dropped to the floor between her legs and inserted her tongue into her love lips as she moaned in ecstasy. Butch smiled as he sat down behind Amata, grabbed her waist and lifted her off the ground to taste her sweet nectar of her pussy before ravaging her folds with his tongue.
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Taking a deep breath that was followed by a long sigh, Nova found herself dragging her aching and numbed body back up stairs to the room. After having bail the water out the vat, she had painstakingly replaced the metal container back outside, stack all the empty bottles back into their crates and moved them behind the bar, and then made sure the front door was locked before she could return to her room. Even although she wanted to taste the younger girl's virgin twat she didn't think she had the strength as she reached the platform and stepped inside to find the younger girl sound asleep.

She was about to forget the whole notion of waiting until she had fallen asleep to taste her little cunt area when she noticed the teenager rolling back and forth on the bed, pushing the cover off her completely. Nova watched the teenager writhe on the bed, her shirt that Nova had given her completely stained with sweet and her panties soaked with arousal and pressed up between her cunt lips. As she watch the auburn man girl thrash wildly on the bed from whatever dream she was having and Nova found herself growing aroused with each passing minute. Finally Nova couldn’t take it anymore as she pulled out the box from underneath the bed and retrieved her makeshift black dildo as her free hand pulled her own panties down to her knees. Plunging the thick object into her waiting pussy with one mighty thrust, she bit her lower lip to cease a gasp that threaten to escape her mouth as Anya moaned in her sleep and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide open.

Her powerful nipples were clearly visible through her soaked shirt and her hips were gently bucking against what Nova expected to be some dream lover. Nova watched in silence, frantically driving the artificial cock in and out of her mound as she watched the teenage girl be imaginary fucked on the bed in front of her. Finally she pulled her dildo free from her dripping mound and stealth made her way to the bed and crept between the slumbering teenager's thighs and pulled her wet panties to the side, revealing her tight pink sex. The crimson haired prostitute slowly pressed her face forward towards the teenager's sex, firmly but gently licking her engorged clitoris.

The virgin teenager began to moan softly as Nova expertly manipulated her tiny pink bud. The red head's fingers rose to the younger woman's sex and opened it wide, letting her stick her tongue as deep into Anya's tight hole as it would go. She felt the young teenager's pussy contract around her tongue and copious amounts of the beautiful teenager's sweet honey flowed out of her, which Nova lapped it all up eagerly. Anya woke screaming with orgasm but was almost instantly silenced by a pair of soft, full lips pressing against her own. She looked up to see her new friend kissing her passionately, felt the red mane woman's tongue exploring her mouth, tasted her own arousal on the other woman's tongue. The two women's impressive breasts pressed together and their erect nipples teased each other. Anya mind was filled by shock and fear and uncertainty, but she had to admit that her first kiss was amazing.

Finally, she pulled her mouth away. "Nova,” she said, remembering her vivid dream she was just having. "What are you doing?"

"I know you're a virgin, but let me show you the ways to love another woman that only another woman can.”

Anya's head was swimming, she'd never been attracted to girls before but she suddenly found this crimson haired beauty strangely attractive, even more so then Amata and Butch in her dreams. She felt Nova's tongue glide down her body as she lay there, too shock to move or react. Nova pulled the teenager's tiny shirt up above her perky breasts and began teasing the auburn hair girl's nipples with her tongue. Anya moaned in pleasure almost despite herself. The older and more experience woman slid down between her bed mate's thighs and began licking her again, all the while furiously fingering herself. To Anya's surprise, she began rubbing her own nipples as she moaned and bucked her hips against Nova's tongue. Both women erupted with orgasm simultaneously and collapsed into each other's arms, their impressive breasts pressed together hard.
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Anya woke slowly and looked over at the beautiful form of the red head woman in her arms. She could hardly believe what they’d done last night, what she’d done last night. Nova stirred and looked into Anya's oceanic eyes as she woke. Suddenly as it dawn on the teenager what had happened between the two of them last night, causing her to pull out of the red head's arms and stood up. Nova stared at the younger girl a look of shock and partial regret in her eyes as she watched the teenager pace around the around.

“Oh my god, what did I do. Why did I do it," she gasped over and over again.

Nova continued to stare at her, but said nothing allowing the younger girl to vent. It always happened the first time so it wasn't a surprise to Nova.

Anya ceased her pacing and looked at Nova. "I'm not a lesbian. Why...why did I do that?" Then her eyes got bigger as she saw the black dildo laying on the ground and glance down at her crotch. "Oh no, did I...oh god, oh no."

Now it was time to interrupt before she freak out anymore. "No, you still are. I just had you fuck me with it when you refused to allow me to do it to you. Go ahead, feel for it."

With her heart thumbing in her chest, Anya parted her legs slightly and ran her finger up and down her ting slit a few times, gathering her moisture before slowly easing her fingers into her unimaginably tight, wet pussy moaning in pain and pleasure as her tight walls were stretched to accommodate even this small presence. Her finger slipped an inch into her well lubricated sex and she felt her strong walls frantically convulsing around it. She forced a second inch in, biting her lip slightly. Finally, she painfully eased her slim finger nearly three inches into herself and hit the delicate barrier of her virginity.

She exhaled her held breath as she slid her fingers from her snatch, please to find that her virginity hadn't been taken last night. "I'm sorry, please forgive me," Anya said. "I...I'm so sorry!

"It's okay, your young, naive, and inexperienced. Besides, if I did take it after you said no that would have been rape, and I don't do that," said Nova as she rose from the bed.

"I know," Anya replied.

Nova smirked. "Let me make it up to you. Call it another lesson."

Anya felt her heart leap into her throat as the red head woman knelt down before her and parted her athletic thighs. She thought she must be dreaming again as the beautiful prostitute opened her slit and began eating her out. Nova ran her tongue up and around the teenager's erect clit, teasing her gently. She could feel her own body flush with arousal and she ran a finger over her own sensitive bud. Anya looked down at the sea of silky red ringlets in her lap and noticed Nova furiously fingering herself through her panties. The sight threw her over the edge and she came almost instantly, her cream gushing out onto Nova's face.

The prostitute stood and smiled coquettishly. "Thanks for last night," she said, "I'm not sure who enjoy that more. You or me? And you were great."

With that, she stood and walked to counter to clean up, leaving Anya standing there in shock and amazement. She could hardly believe what had happen was just real, or the previous night unlike the dream she had with Amata and Butch, but what shocked her the most was she could still barely get over the fact that another woman turned her on so much. First the dream with Amata, then the night of sexual exploration with Nova, and now a good morning orgasm. She’d always been taught that lesbianism was wrong, but she didn’t consider herself a lesbian, she was still attracted to men but Nova was such a kind, generous teacher and she couldn't allow herself to leave her empty handed.

Walking over, Anya turned Nova back around to face her. The two stared into each other's eyes for a brief moment before Anya slowly pressed her lips against the older woman's, sliding her tongue into the prostitute mouth. She pressed her body against Nova's, letting her hands roam down over the woman's firm ass. Nova moaned slightly as she felt the teenager's hand travel down the gentle curve of her back and over her rounded ass before entering the area between her slightly spread thighs and cupping her warm sex from behind. The kiss continued until the two women collapsed back onto the bed, Anya on top. The gorgeous auburn girl was like a ravenous animal as she began to lick Nova's round breasts, tasting her sweet flesh and making the red head moan with pleasure.

She wasted little time in moving her tongue lower, over her teacher's flat stomach and towards her pussy. The red head moaned louder as she felt Anya's warm tongue roll over her inner thighs, inching slowly towards her wet pussy. The young teenage girl continued her sensual teasing, growing closer and closer to her instructor's slit, close enough to feel the other woman's heat and taste her sweet arousal.

“Oh you're doing wonderful, sweetie," Nova moaned. "I can't take it anymore. I have to cum. Make me cum!"

On hearing this Anya let her tongue slide all the way to her lovers sex, gently parting her engorged lips. Nova cried out as she felt her lovers tongue plunge into her as far as it would reach then slide slowly out and make its way up to her yearning clit. She reached down and dug her fingers into Anya's auburn ringlets, pressing the younger girl harder against her sex. It did not take long before her muscles tensed and she gave a great, blissful cry, her juices pumping out over Anya's face.

Her orgasm soon subsided and Anya stood, her face smeared with her teacher's wetness. "You're a great teacher," she said.

Nova smiled as she leaned up and embraced the teenager. "And you're a great student," she replied back with before cleaning the younger woman's face clean of her juices. As she finished, she asked, "So, you plan on sticking around for a while?"

Anya shook her head. "No. You see I'm looking for my father and I heard he came through here a few days back to talk to Moriarty about something. But he said information cost caps so either I have to do him a favor or find some way to come up with amount her wants."

There is someone that I left behind in a safe place, someone I care deeply about but I didn't want them coming with me nor did I tell them that I was leaving. The Old man's words echoed in Nova's mind upon hearing the teenager's predicament. Could she be the one that the Old Man was talking about. It was possibly but even if she was the Old Man's kid there wasn't much she could tell her where he ran off to. Besides her tab of keeping secrets from Moriarty was running a bit too high lately for her own liken.

"I'm sure I'll find him someday," she said as she rose from the bed. "But if you're in need of money, and I know you don't want to listen to my advice on what you should do to get it, then head over to Craterside Supply. I heard Moria is looking for some help in some crazy research project. Maybe she'll pay yea the amount you need if you offer your services to her."

That seemed to brighten the teenager. "Really? Oh that'll be great since Moriarty wanted me to go and strong arm some woman named Silver over in Springfield for some money she owes him."

Nova hide her reaction from Anya, but she mentally made a note not to do anything stupid or back talk the Irishman for a while. As she cleaned herself up, she watched out of the corner of her eye as the teenager girl hurriedly dressed back into her weird suit and with gleefully aspirations left Nova's room without even much as a goodbye. Shaking her head, she hoped that the young teenager had listen to at least some of her advice to survive traveling the Wastelands, but if not well it wasn't like she didn't try. Dressing in her usual working outfit, she took a hard long look at the mirror and let out a long sigh, wondering for a brief second when had she lost her innocent youthful nature before making her way back downstairs to make a living.


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