He wasn't paying attention to the tent. He was too in his head, thinking over what they had come in here to do. Part of him was backpedaling, wondering if what they were doing was a good idea. He couldn't think up one reason they shouldn't do this, not a single one. With monsters knocking down their doors so often, why give up a chance for something good? Could or would anyone blame them? Maybe they would, maybe they wouldn't. Maybe they wouldn't have time to get blamed. Tomorrow either or both of them could be gone for good. Too much thinking.

He focused on her instead. She'd said something, he'd realize and registered that it was about sitting. He sat down, crossing his legs and trying not to let out a groan as his back protested.

"It's not that bad. Surprisingly nice considering the circumstances."

She scoffs softly and sits next to him after shoving some of her stuff back in her bag. "It's a mess but thank you."

The silence hangs between them, with her peeking at him, for a minute before she can't stand it and she has to say something. "When did this get awkward?"

He gave her a grateful look. He hadn't been the only one that had felt it.

"Because now that we're alone it could really happen. Not just the kissing, but all of that. Which means getting undressed and having our naked bodies judged by the other," he said then wished it hadn't. More mystery, less history. That was how this was suppose to go right?

She had to chuckle a bit. "That's what you're worried about? Me judging your body? Not what if Andrea (or others) found out or how this could possibly effect our friendship? Dale, you are too cute. Seriously. I'm like the last person you should worry about judging you naked. I've been a chub since I was a kid. I think I can count on one hand the number of times I've had sex sober just because I usually need a few shots in me before I feel comfortable enough to get naked in front of someone else."

Taking a deep breath, she leaned in and kissed him again softly. "If you have reservations, we don't have to anything more than this. You can go back to the camper or you can sleep here. Though you should be warned that I'm a cover hog and there would probably be cuddling involved."

"Oh, I already worried about that lot with our friends and others finding out. I've got my mind set now and it's the details I'm worrying about," he said leaning over and kissing her cheek, then less chastely down on her neck. He pulled away, looking her body over. Why the hell did she think she was a...what did she call it?...a chub?

"Will you do something for me?" he asked and before she got a chance to answer he whispered into her ear, "Get naked and let me show you just how gorgeous and sexy I think you are."

The words were out of his lips fast, as if he was afraid he'd lose his nerve..

The softly spoken words in her ear made her stomach tighten and parts lower warm up. She hesitated. Now it was her turn to be a little self conscious but she pushed through it and got on her knees. Slowly, she pulled her shirt up over her head. Once upon a time it was a cute bra but it had definitely seen better days. The jeans went next revealing boy style pink underwear with "username" and "password" written on them. If it wasn't painfully obvious the girl was a geek before her choice of panties definitely gave it away.

Though they weren't to stay on long. Dale said naked so she reached behind her to unhook her bra. Her eyes stayed on his face even though she wasn't sure she wanted to see if he disapproved. She didn't think he would. At least she hoped he wouldn't but there was a reason she didn't give a lot of strip teases.

When it came time for the panties, she finally tore her gaze away from his face. She could feel herself blushing despite her inner voice ruthlessly teasing her for being such a coward. He wasn't the first man to see her naked. He'd already admitted that he liked curvy women and truth be told she'd actually dropped weight since the infection first started. Plenty of cardio and not a lot of food would do that. "I... Well, this is it. This is me."

His heart was beating hard the second her shirt was off. She was really doing it which meant they really doing it. There was no way, after seeing her in her bra and panties that he would stop now.

The moment her panties were off he was on his knees too, moving over until he was right in front of her. Maybe a lifetime of looking at anorexic models had convinced her that her body type wasn't perfect, but he couldn't disagree more.

He brought a hand up and gently touched her side, running it to the front of her stomach, two parts he was sure that she had always been self conscious about.

"Lay down for me," he said his voice demanding, but sweet. He hadn't tasted a woman in a quiet a while, but he definitely remembered what to do.

Jess swallowed hard and brought her gaze up from his hand on her stomach, then did as she was told. Honestly, she had no idea what he was planning or what was coming next but she liked the way he was looking at her. There was an appreciation she wasn't used to. The way he looked at her made her feel beautiful.

Though her eyes tearing up made her feel a little stupid. "Sorry." She chuckled embarrassed as she wiped her eyes.

He positioned himself on top of her, ready to start his barrage of kisses when he saw the tears. He rolled to his side gentle, laying beside her and taking her into his arms. He held her, stroking her hair softly.

"It's alright, Jess. Don't be sorry," he said kissing her forehead, "We don't have to do anything you don't want too."

"Oh god, no. No no. I... it's not like that." She protesting, pulling back just enough to look at him. What kind of a sap cried before sex? She was never going to live this down.

"I'm not crying because I don't want to. I'm crying because I think I've waited my whole life to have someone look at me the way you were looking at me just now. Like I'm more than just convenient."

Convenient? Was that how men had made her feel? He stroked her cheek again, his eyes tender and non-judgmental.

"You're not just convenient. You're amazing, Jessika, you really are. If I didn't ready get the feeling you were interested in someone else, I'd go right on chasing you," he said giving her a sweet kiss, "And you're definitely the sexiest women in camp. Feel lucky I even got to kiss you."

A sad little smile tugged on her lips. "For him I really am just convenient. Someone to make him feel better. An ego stroke. I know if the one he really wanted ever suddenly wanted him back, he'd be gone without a second thought."

Why was she talking about this now? "Can you do something for me? Can you just kiss me again? Kiss me again help me forget?"

His heart went to his throat when she admitted that. Why didn't matter, but the honesty was there. It was deep and it was so sad.

"That I can do," he said kissing her with one hand on her cheek and the other wrapped around her naked for, pressing her to him. He planned to do a lot more than kiss her to make her forget. He'd make her feel like the sexiest woman he'd ever known, which she was pretty close to being.

At first, she kissed him in relief but it didn't take long for her kisses to grow more passionate. He could have been completely homely, which he wasn't. Not even close. He could have smelled or had a beer gut or a back covered in hair and she still would have loved him a little bit in that moment. She never really understood that whole spring/autumn thing before but she was starting to understand that now. Or maybe it was just Dale.

He really wasn't all that distracted by his own physical imperfections at that moment. Sure he had white chest hair, but he'd had that before the walkers started roaming. He wasn't the fittest man ever, but he had lost weight since this all had happened. She seemed to be passionate about him no matter what he looked like, they were sharing something deeper now.

His hands were more daring than he'd imagined he could be. They roamed up and gently caressed her breast, thumb flicking over a nipple. If he could get her to moan he'd know it was time to do a bit more than kiss.

If he was seeking out a moan he was going about it the right way. Jessika weakly moaned against his kiss as her legs shifted out from under him and wrapped around his waist. It let her pull him closer while opening herself up for him. She didn't even mind the rub of his pants rubbing against her. Any friction was welcome.

Any friction wouldn't do. That wasn't what she deserved. His hand slipped down between them and between her thighs. He kept kissing her even as two fingers started to tease her. He was going to make this the most memorable experience she ever had, even if he had to deny himself for hours to do it.

At the feel of his fingers, her lips tore from his in a gasp as she threw her head back. She was more than a little excited and even the slightest touch sent a jolt through her. Very intense but fleeting. A second later her mouth was back on his, exploring his tongue with her own. Her hands grew impatient for more of his flesh against hers so she pulled his shirt up and tossed his hat aside.

He removed his hand only long enough to take his shirt off. He went right back to fingering her, but he didn't kiss her. Instead moving his mouth down and gently taking a nipple into his mouth. He kissed at it, sucking to give her more pleasure. He used his free hand to push her back, wanting her on her back so he could have full contact with her body.

Her hand thread into his hair, gently pulling when he did something she really liked. "Ahh... there." She whispered inbetween shallow rapid breathing. Though she really didn't need her to direct him. There was something to be said about a man with more experience. He knew what his was doing. He knew just the right amount of suction, tongue and teeth on her nipple to make her toes curl. His fingers between her thighs played her like a fiddle. She even started moving her hips in a circle motion and humping hand.

He'd had some practice. Never too much in one spot and variety was the key to success.

"Do you mind if I, huh," he said not really sure what the kids were calling it these days. His eyes flickered down then he backed back up at her with a suggestive wag of his brows. He wondered if she'd ever had a guy do that before her or at least do it well.

The eyebrow wagging made her giggle. "You want to..." She wags her eyebrows back at him teasingly, "huh?"

Pulling him back up to her lips briefly, she kissed him deeply to qualm the levity a bit. "Please..." She whispered against his mouth while one of her devilish little hands rubbed him through the front of his pants. Of course she didn't mind if he wanted to taste her. She'd already learned how talented his mouth was.

On second though the eyebrow wag did look quiet silly, but she didn't seem completely turned off by it.

The sound of her gentle please made him shiver. He kissed down her stomach and licked at her belly button slowly. He spread her legs before pressing her tongue against her womanhood. He licked then swirled his tongue, listening with a keen ear for what she liked.

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His beard tickled as he made his way lower, especially when he got between her thighs. It made her laugh and squirm a little bit until his tongue made contact. Then she was squirming for another reason. Her hands went to his hair to hold on and she noted how odd it was to see gray hair down there. It still felt a little strange when she pulled his head up just enough so she could see his eyes but only strange in the surreal or unfamiliar. Not strange in the way that she wanted him to stop. The way her body was arching periodically, it was obvious she didn't want him to stop.

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It was odd, everything was different than he was used too. It'd been a very long time since he'd seen another woman's privates that weren't his wife. It was more arousing than it should be. He felt a bit guilty, but ignored it. She was gone and Jessika was here. She was here and she was gorgeous. His eyes went up to look at her, as his tongue continued his work.

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Every time his tongue swirled around her clit, Jess gasped a little bit. Oh, she liked that. The suction too but it wasn't getting her close enough. She needed more. She needed penetration. She was certainly wet enough. Jessika could feel the moisture pooling under her ass. "Dale... Dale, fingers. Use your fingers."

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"In good time," he said wondering if she'd really thought she'd forget. He was working her into a frenzy first which would make penetration three times as good. He waited another three full minutes before he pressed three fingers inside of her, He moved them slowly back and forth then up and down in a slow rhythm.

She didn't think he forgot. She was just begging for added stimulation. He had her writhing at his touch, trying to keep quiet because tent walls were really thin.

When he finally added his fingers, she gasped as her body tried to stretch to accommodate them. She wasn't expecting three. When she did it herself she mostly focused on her clit maybe adding one finger. Thankfully she was plenty lubricated so for the first minute it only teetered on that edge between pleasure and pain. After a few more slow thrusts, she came back on the side of pleasure loosening enough to fit him.*

It was all intentional and the outcome was perfect. It wasn't the sweetest way, but it was the most effective. He could feel her orgasming around his fingers and he smiled. He kept doing everything he could to make it all the better for her. Once she was settling he pulled his fingers out and shifted up her body, laying beside her.

"Satisfied?" he asked his arm going around her.

Jessika dropped her head to the side and faced him with a lazy smile, then rolled on her side so she could hold him back. "Not by a long shot." She chuckled scooting closer to him. Between an Italian sexdrive and the boundless energy of youth, Jessika could keep this going all night.

Much to Dale's possible dismay.

It wouldn't be to Dale's dismay. He'd keep her pleased as well as he could. He wasn't a young buck and one round might be all he was good for tonight, but his lips, fingers and creativity could go for hours. He enjoy it just as much as she would to.

"Good to hear," he said his hand moving up and caressing her breast again, "I could do this all night."

"Well, that is really good to hear, Dale. I just so happen to have my evening clear." She said softly before going in for another kiss. His beard was still damp from his earlier activity so she could taste herself on his lips. There was something so erotic about it that only added to the thrill of his wandering hands.

"Will you stay the night with me?" She whispered against his mouth. She thought she knew what his answer would be but it didn't hurt to ask.

He nodded, refusing to worry about the morning. He could sneak out, but more likely he'd walk out. People would imagine what they were doing together. They'd guess something innocent he assumed. Maybe not. Maybe that was just bitterness talking.

"Of course," he said kissing her forehead again then kissing her again.

The beard was starting to grow on her. Not literally, of course, but she was starting to like the felt against her face. It was softer than stubble though eventually it could still rub her raw. Sort of soft and bristly at the same time. She just kept petting it and scratching his chin while she kissed him slowly, lazily. She was still humming from the orgasm he gave her.

"Your turn." Jessika said against his mouth then got up on her hands and knees then slowly started crawling backwards as she pushed him onto his back.

He realized that she really must be starting to like the beard. She was always touching it or playing with it. It must be really new for her.

"Oh," he said a bit surprised, but he didn't fight it.

*Her smile grew as she got to work shedding him of his clothes, starting with his shirt. As she worked on the buttons, she wondered if it was going to make him uncomfortable. He was worried before about her judging his body. Silently, she did consider him as every new inch of flesh was exposed to her. She ran a hand over his chest. By the time she was starting on the pants she wondered what he'd been so worried about.*

His chest hair had long ago gone grey and he used to have a belly, but now it was a little sagging skin. Lack of food could do that to you. He was still a little embarrassed, but he lifted his behind as she went to take off his pants.

"Well, you haven't stopped yet. Must be a good sign."

"You have nothing to worry about." She reassured him before dropping a kiss on his lower stomach. Now that the pants were gone, the fun could start.

She placed another a little lower and a third on the vein along the underside of his shaft.

He gasped, his head tilting back and he let out a lusty groan. He forced his head back down and stares at the young woman.

"You are gorgeous," he told her, reaching down and stroking her hair before pushing it back from her face.

She couldn't help but smile at his compliment. Women always seemed to be better looking when their mouth was on their dicks but at least with Dale she knew he was being honest. He'd been telling her from the start how beautiful he thought she was. In that moment she wished that it was Dale she pined for. That she could think of him as more than a friend and forget the tall, dark, former cop she followed around this camp like a puppy. Her life would be so much easier, so much happier if she could. She wondered if he felt the same way about a certain blond they knew.

"Just wait. It gets better." She teased giving him a wink then enveloping him in the wet heat of her mouth. There was no way she was going to rush with him. She wanted him to feel every bit as adored and savored as he made her feel. So she moved slow. She bathed him in her tongue and pampered him with her lips, keeping her eyes on his face so she could watch his reaction.

His mouth went wide and he let out a little gasp. It'd been a while since he'd even had this and he'd forgotten how good it was. He helped that she was utterly amazing at this. He hated to imagine how much practice she had, but he didn't mind. She was so attentive to his needs.

"Oh jesus, Jess," he said panting softly. He arched up a bit, but tried not. He wouldn't hurt her.