Welcome to part 2 of Angela's Apocalypse. This story has bisexual people enjoying bisexual group sex. If that doesn't do it for you this might be a skip. This story also features aspects of loneliness and grief. Everyone involved in sexual encounters are 18+ and all characters are mine. Hope you enjoy!
Angela's Apocalypse: Recovery
September 2043
Angela slipped into the pink and white poster bed after shaking out the sheets a little, small clouds of dust billowing from them. The slightly musty smell of the sheets told Angela she would be doing some washing tomorrow if it was sunny. She had just snuggled down under the cool sheets, trying her best to ignore the stale smell, when she heard the rumble of Rivers' deep baritone through the walls. They were clearly much thinner than she originally thought. Truthfully though, having been alone in the house for so long she had no real idea how thin they were.
Rivers' velvety voice kept rumbling through the walls occasionally. Angela began to wonder what the two were talking about then realized that she couldn't hear Rhodes reply. There was a sudden exclamation and then a quieter grumble. Was that a moan she heard?
Warmth crept up Angela's neck as she realized what was happening. It had probably been a while since Rivers and Rhodes had such privacy, and safety. The sound of another muffled moan sent a wave of warmth trickling quickly into Angela's stomach, tightening pleasantly between her legs. Her mind played a sensual scene in her head; flashes of Rivers on his knees behind Rhodes, cocks rigid in front of them, dripping. Their mouths meeting and tongues probing forward, ravaging each other.
Slowly, almost carefully, as if she might disturb the glass like surface of a lake, her fingers crept past the waistband of her underwear. Rubbing slowly over the slightly coarse hairs she gave an experimental rub, closing her eyes softly, focusing on the sounds, the sensations, the pictures in her head. She circled her clit gently and slowly, becoming reacquainted with the feelings that rose inside of her.
A sharp gasp escaped, and her legs twitched open, as her body remembered what this felt like, how pleasant the memory of being touched like this. Suddenly, the images of Rivers and Rhodes melted away, replaced with Joshua. She paused only for a moment waiting for the arousal to ebb away. But a sudden cry of 'Riv!' kept her grounded in the sensation.
Now memories of Joshua flashed through her mind. Their synchronicity, their life together, their somewhat unusual sexual proclivities. Angela latched her mind onto those sensual memories of him, letting her mind explore them more freely than ever before.
Fingers dragged through her ever-moistening labia. Another gasp sprang from her as she plunged two fingers into her opening, surprised to find it so warm, so wet. What she hoped was a soft moan escaped her as she ran her now wet fingers over her clit.
She was dimly aware of the fact that Rhodes and Rivers had gone quiet, but it didn't dampen her enthusiasm.
Her breathing came in rough pants as she moved her fingers back down her slit and plunged them inside herself again, her thumb quickly circling her clit. She breathed out a moan as her hips began to shift rhythmically against her hand. The wave rose, gradually but consistently until her back arched, head pressed hard into her pillow. She bit roughly at her lip to keep from crying out as her fingers moved inside her.
When she came it felt like the first time. Her thighs quivered as her body rose slightly off the mattress, her toes holding her up as she shook. She was surprised by the spurt of warmth that covered her hand, trickling down her crack to the bed sheets. As her orgasm ebbed away, her hips lowering softly to the bed again, she rubbed gently at the wetness, relishing the sensations, remembering how this had felt before. Remembering Joshua with more love, instead of only debilitating grief.
She sighed out a long breath as her breathing evened out. She imagined Rivers and Rhodes wrapped around each other. She remembered Joshua wrapped around her, her chest welling with love and desire. It was a sexual reawakening for her.
~~
The next morning Angela woke up embarrassed, fully prepared for an awkward morning. She was certain the couple had heard her masturbating to their own pairing. At the very least she thought they might suspect she had heard them but neither Rivers nor Rhodes said anything.
In fact, the atmosphere was more relaxed than the day before, not quite familiar, not yet, but relaxed. There was still a general air of sadness, of grief at the missing children but as they began to discuss their plan, even that feeling began to ebb away.
Over the next five weeks the trio focused on Rivers' and Rhodes' recovery. Although Rivers insisted that he felt fine and was anxious to get on with the rescue of Jax, Rhodes held him back. He insisted he should rest up and let his shoulder heal properly to avoid infection. So, Rivers grumpily held himself back and tried to take it easy.
Angela had to admit it was nice having people around again. She was beginning to feel more like her old self again. The depressive episodes would try to roll in but then Rhodes would come ask if she wanted food. Or Rivers would ask her to help him refill the tub. Or both would ask if she wanted to go with them on a supply run.
Discussion of rescuing their kids gave her a new sense of purpose. Watching Rivers and Rhodes so tirelessly run through their very limited options for getting them back was inspiring; their dedication to their son was the only reason they needed to press on. They didn't have that same sense of futility that had festered inside Angela in the months she'd been alone.
The problem they kept running into was that they knew so little about The Safety. Their plan seemed to amount to one step, go to the meeting spot provided on the flyers and make sure they all knew their cover stories. They would bring weapons of course, but they would likely be taken from them upon their arrival.
"I'd feel better if we could at least scout out their location, get a feel for what they've got going on," Rhodes said annoyed.
"Me too," Angela conceded. "But none of us have any idea where that might be."
"It can't be that far though, right? Why don't we just wander around looking for likely places?" Rivers suggested.
"We could, but we're both still healing from our injuries," Rhodes said with a sigh. "Besides, what if we get caught in a horde while we're wandering around aimlessly? Or what if The Safety finds us and we're not prepared to go in yet?"
"Fair points," Angela said.
"We go out all the time Rhodes. We've gone on at least two supply runs since we've been here," Rivers pointed out. "We don't get caught by the undead then."
"Yeah, Rivs, because we know where we're going. We're not distracted looking for something with no clue of where it's at. We go where we need to then come back here. We can be sneaky, stealthy and quiet, it's not so easy when you're looking for something," Rhodes argued.
"Also," Angela began. "It's probably a pretty good distance away. I've been around this area for a year now and I haven't stumbled across any community big enough to be as organized as The Safety seems to be."
Rivers sighed and grumbled to himself before speaking again.
"Alright, alright. Once we get inside the community, how will we find the kids?" Rivers asked. "We can't just go in guns blazing. We have no idea how things work with them."
"It's frustrating," Angela agreed. "I guess we just go in as if we're looking for shelter and well...safety. If it's anything like some of the other communities I've seen and heard about in the past, there's likely a bit of a quarantine while they make sure there's no infection then introduction into the society's structure."
"We don't know that's how it will be," Rhodes grumbled.
"There's no way to know," Rivers said irritably. "We'll just have to hope for the best."
Angela rubbed his arm as he spoke, giving his wrist a companionable squeeze. He sighed and put his arm around her shoulders, resting his head on hers for a moment.
Truthfully, she was surprised by how quickly she began to feel a kinship with these two men. They had essentially barged into her life and interrupted her tedious cycle of depression and self-pity. She felt a certain panic that it had only taken her a few weeks to feel such a closeness with them, the anxiety of having more loved ones to lose was worrying, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. The care they gave each other soon became care for her as well.
It was clear that Rivers and Rhodes felt the same kinship that Angela did. At first it had simply been the shared grief of lost children, but as time went by and they spent more time together the men began to view Angela as a companion. From the moment that Rivers had laid himself on the dining room table to get his bullet removed she had shown concern for both of them. In turn, she quickly became someone they wanted to take care of as well. Rivers often thought about how Angela was just the kind of person they would have befriended before this whole fucking apocalypse happened.
Angela recognized the rapidly growing bond between the three of them. She could envision a future with them after they rescued their children; all of them living together, working together, surviving, thriving together.
As such she tried not to think too often of the brief glimpse of Rhodes' cock she caught. Friends didn't contemplate their buddies' genitalia, right? But every so often the image would pop into her head. Especially on nights when the men were intimate, their groans and moans echoing through the paper-thin walls.
The more comfortable they became with her, the more vocal they seemed to become. Never loud enough to alert any undead in the area, but enough that they must know Angela could hear them. In truth, she didn't mind that much. Hearing them was as close to sex as she was going to get for a while.
~~
Five Weeks Later
October 2043
Rhodes' arm was out of the sling. He was able to move it in a full rotation although it was somewhat stiff. Rivers' stitches had been removed, and the wound had healed over, leaving a pale scar in its wake. Both men seemed to be mostly recovered from their injuries. Since the "plan" they had come up with to retrieve their children was so wildly simple they could see no reason to continue to postpone it.
The night before the group intended to execute their plan, a huge mob of undead wandered into the cul-de-sac from the surrounding greenbelt. They milled around for hours, moaning and bumping into each other. It was comically gruesome to watch as the fresher ones knocked over or knocked bits off the older undead. Finally, the horde seemed to lose interest in whatever had brought them out. One by one they started to wander off through backyards, down the streets or back into the greenbelt. Some continued to mill around surrounding houses, rotting hands banging against doors and windows.
The trio very quietly checked and double checked the locks, traps, and barricades before creeping upstairs. They all huddled around the window in the girl's room, taking turns peeking through the small opening in the paper.
"It looks like they're thinning out," Rivers whispered.
"Maybe," Rhodes confirmed quietly after taking a look. "I still don't like the idea of you sleeping in here on your own Angie."
