The year is 2024. The world has experienced mass human extinction and there has been no sign of life for months. Well, that is except for my friend Faiz. He was the only other human I've come in contact with ever since this global disaster happened. Not a single person or body was found or spotted. They all just simply vanished from life without a trace, leaving mother nature rightfully in charge once again.
Now it was just Faiz and I against the world. For months, we've been searching for other humans, for a sign that we weren't alone. We've been walking from town to town, foraging and stocking up on food left unattended in the empty shops (or at least of what hasn't gone expired) to sustain our survival. Faiz would lead the way and I would just follow, not because I had to, because I had no choice.
I would be fucking scared to be on my own another day, and with Faiz I had that sense of safety, of completeness, of reason to be alive. Even though he was twenty-three years old, he felt like a big brother to me, and he would see to it that I was physically and mentally okay, no matter what. He could get overprotective, even for the smallest things.
Once we tried to walk across a rocky path near a mountain and I mis-stepped and fell, causing a cut in my left palm and knee. Faiz rushed to me and cried out "Oh my God, are you okay Kyra? That looks sore. I'm gonna get you a bandage. Let me see if I have one..." as he swiftly lifted me from the ground and started examining my cuts. He might have been thin, but he was so strong. He found a few bandages in his backpack and gently applied them over my cuts. I trembled at the touch, making him think I was hurt from the accident. He gave me a hug, wrapping his arms around me.
At first it felt fucking awkward, especially being nowhere higher than 1,6m. He towered over me, so he always had to bend when hugging me. Maybe I was just too concerned about my height being so short. God, I hated being small. But I knew at this young age of eighteen, I was still growing (but holy shit it seemed like an eternity).
Hugging actually became a daily thing; usually one for greeting each other in the morning, one before we went to sleep, and one for when he thought I needed one. And to be honest, I actually love them so much. The feeling of being in his arms comforted me in ways I couldn't imagine. A few times, I would hold for just a few seconds longer than it should have been, then I'd feel him pull away.
Today however, he was in a grumpy mood. He didn't even give our morning hug. He's hardly ever like this, and I knew something was bothering him. So, I asked him what's wrong. "Wrong? It's everything, literally. All of this is wrong. Why can't we find anybody? Why can't we come across another human being like I did with you Kyra? Are we really doomed to survive alone in this unforgiving world with nothing but our strength and intellect?" he snapped. I couldn't answer that, because I had no clue either.
Nearly three months after we've been surviving together, and this was the first time I've ever seen him this upset. I felt that it was best I gave him some alone time so he could calm down from this situation we had to face every day. "Faiz, I'm gonna go wash. I'll be back in a bit okay?" I said to him. We haven't washed in days, and if we were lucky enough, we would find a find we could easily break into and make use of.
I entered the bathroom, got undressed, stepped into the shower and turned the water on, adjusting the temperature. I grabbed a nearby bottle of shampoo and started rubbing it over my hair and body. As I finished washing my upper body, I started going lower, running the shampoo down my breasts, my hips, my stomach, then just lightly brushing over my private area. I shivered, getting that familiar feeling of self-pleasure. At first, I didn't want to continue, but I couldn't control myself.
The light strokes over my clit slowly turned to gentle rubbing, first running my palm up and down the opening and then my fingers. My mouth was opened, breaths starting to quicken, the enjoyment of masturbation completely taking control of my body. My pace gradually quickened, I closed my eyes and then I had a most unforgiving thought -- the thought of Faiz being under me. I moaned softly, gathering more and more wetness between my legs. I sat down in the shower, legs still open, rubbing at a quicker pace. My legs started shaking uncontrollably, pulsating a small wave of orgasm over me. Two minutes later of doing this, I stopped shaking and I opened my eyes again to see the cum oozing from my vagina.
Just then, I heard a faint footstep, and in the corner of my eye I swear I saw someone's shadow disappear from the bathroom door. "Oh shit," I thought. I didn't lock the bathroom door. Faiz probably wanted to check up again if everything was okay, and he must have heard me doing that. I was really fucked, and was trembling in fear this time. He accidentally invaded my privacy and knows now that I pleasured myself. Did I mention his name while doing it? I really hope not, because then I'd be humiliated for the rest of my life if he did. I guess I had to find out from him.
It was evening, and the crickets were chirping outside. I wrapped a gown over my body and a slowly entered the dimly-lit lounge of the isolated house we were using. To my surprise, he was just sitting on the couch, reading an old magazine he found somewhere. I quietly crept to my backpack on the other side of the room when he finally spoke. "Kyra?" he said, still looking at his magazine. "Yes Faiz?" I replied shyly. "I know what you were doing in the shower..." he confessed. Fuck. He did hear me after all. "...and I just want to say, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for stepping in on you by accident. I thought I heard you crying softly from the lounge and that you maybe needed some comforting again," he apologised.
He really did care a lot about me, and I'm not even mad at the fact that he knew I did it. He was apologising, and that melted my heart. Not only was Faiz the most caring being ever to come in my life, but also the most lovable. I feel in love with him at that moment, and once again I gave way to my feelings. "I know how you can make it up to me," I said to him. He put down the magazine and looked at me. "How, Kyra?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Alright, here goes nothing," I thought, as I untied my gown and let it fall to the ground, exposing everything from top to bottom and standing in all my naked glory in front of him. His mouth dropped to the floor, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. He had a clear view of me, every part of my pale-skinned body, and needless to say, it turned me on a bit. "You like what you see?" I playfully asked him. He just nodded, hypnotised at my nude figure. "Well then, what are you waiting for?" I asked. "Kyra, this is so wrong," Faiz finally managed to say. He knew that under normal circumstances that this was a shameless act to be doing.
"Faiz, remember that conversation we once had? About saving humanity? Well, this is it. We are saving it. We are once again going to begin the human race, just as Adam and Eve did before us," I reminded him. "It's not that that's bothering me... It's your age Kyra. You are too young to be saving humanity right now, and I would be hurt to see you suffering with childbirth at the age of eighteen," he explained. Literally every decision that he makes, it's because he cares about me. "Faiz, we don't know if we would live long enough to wait until I'm older. We could yes, but can you guarantee us being alive in the next few years? The very fate of humanity lies with you and me, right here, right now. My hormones are growing rapidly, and I can't control it any longer unless you see to it Faiz. Please, please help me see to it? Not just for the fate of humanity, but for me?" I begged him and I started to cry, falling on my knees with flowing tears.