After the Crash, They All Needed Me

Chapter 008

I strained to make out the figure at the back of the cave. Was it Elsa, or was it Yvonne? Or perhaps Euphie? There was no way I was going to be able to see anything in the dim light, so I grabbed a branch, lit it, and took a few tentative steps closer.

It was Yvonne! She was sitting up against the wall of the cave, and her knees were drawn to her chest. The reason was all too clear - her cute panties now dangled from one ankle, as she had dragged them down for better access. One of her hands was rubbing furiously at her clit, while the other was clamped over her mouth.

“Mmmh,” she moaned very quietly. It was so quiet in the cave that I could hear every sound she made, even though she was trying to stifle herself. At the sight of Yvonne pleasuring herself, I felt another stirring in my loins. Not again, I told my traitorous dick, but it didn’t listen. Yvonne was a massive internet sensation, and every single video of hers had a billion views and millions of likes. I had never envisioned her naked - OK, that was a bit of a lie - but I had never imagined that I would have the opportunity to see her in such a situation.

“Ahh…” Yvonne moaned again, her hand speeding up. The dim light was enough for me to see that she was rubbing her clit with two fingers, picking up the pace even as her hips bucked. Then she let out a little mewl, unable to hold it in anymore, and I watched with wide eyes as the hand that had been over her mouth fell onto one breast, squeezing hard.

“Oh!” she nearly shrieked, muffled though it was by how her lips were clamped firmly shut. Yvonne trembled all over, her hips thrusting erratically as she chased the sweet friction her hand provided. As her orgasm passed, she stroked herself lazily through it, groaning quietly every now and then as she continued touching herself. Only when she had stopped panting did she open her eyes just a little.

Don’t notice me. I’m not here, I prayed. It was not to be. Yvonne’s eyes flew wide open in surprise, and I pressed a finger to my lips hurriedly to signal that she should stay quiet. “Sorry! I heard a sound and wanted to investigate. I didn’t know that it was… it was you,” I apologized quickly, wincing awkwardly.

Yvonne was scrambling to get dressed - well, as dressed as she could be, anyway, in just a bra and panties. She was awfully red, and she raised her hand to her face, stopping just as she noticed that the hand she had been using smelled like her.

“I thought you were asleep,” she admitted, her voice soft and shy.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t see anything,” I lied. “Just go back to sleep, OK?” Intent on defusing the awkward situation, I turned around and headed back toward the mouth of the cave.

“Forrest, don’t go. Keep me company!” Yvonne whispered, clutching my hand. “I… I’m so lonely, you know? There isn’t anyone else who’s awake, and I just want to be with you. I saw what you did with Elsa today, and I was…” She paused for breath, swallowing audibly in the silence of the cave as if mustering up the courage she needed. “I was thinking of you two when I touched myself earlier,” she admitted.

My libido began to stir again. I’m a young - well, a man in his late twenties. I should be leaping at the chance to spend time with her, I told myself. And leap my penis did, of course. I could already feel myself chafing against my restrictive pants.

Once I sat down with my legs stretched out in front of me, Yvonne lay down on my lap, taking care to set her head on my uninjured thigh. Her blonde hair fanned out prettily, and as I gazed down at her, I could not help but look at her chest. She was blessed with an ample bosom, and the sight of her breasts in her little navy bra made my hand move to touch them of its own accord.

Wait! This isn’t Elsa - she hasn’t given you permission to touch! Fortunately for me, I was able to stop myself. The downside was that my hand was hanging awkwardly mid-air, making my intentions clear.

“Go ahead, Forrest,” Yvonne murmured. “You can touch my breasts if you want. Just don’t be too rough, alright?” I hesitated, unsure whether to take up her offer or not.

“You’ve already seen me pleasure myself,” she continued. “I told you I was lonely. I want to be touched, too.”

Unwilling to hurt her or give her the impression that I was just using her for sex, I put one hand on her head and stroked her blond tresses gently while my other hand reached down to her chest, skimming over her magnificent breasts. My fingertips grazed her nipple, and she moaned aloud. Emboldened by her response, I maneuvered her breasts out of her bra, feasting my eyes on the sight, too. It was impossible to say whose breasts were better - Elsa’s, or Yvonne’s. Since they were two separate girls, anyway, why compare?

Then, Yvonne rolled onto her side toward me. “Sorry -” I blurted quickly, afraid that she had been turned off, but she only reached for my fly. “Ohhh,” I couldn’t help but moan, too. Her hand was very, very soft, but it was warm, and I couldn’t help but thrust a little into the tight circle her fingers made around me.

“You’re… You’re pretty large,” she stammered shyly, grinning up at me from her position on her lap.

“I’m alright. There’s always bigger in p**n,” I replied modestly. I knew that I was a little bigger than average, but my ego swelled at the thought of Yvonne Louis praising my dick for being large. Who knew that I, Forrest Chaplain, someone whom most thought of as just an ordinary salaryman, would be considered hung?

“I don’t think I can take you,” she whimpered, her eyes growing large as she stared at me. “I’m definitely not prepared at all.” I chuckled, continuing to grope her breasts.

“Don’t worry. It’s not as if I’d fuck you right now with Euphie and Elsa sleeping right there,” I whispered back, bending down to kiss her on the forehead. There was something about how innocent she seemed that made me want to care for her, and it was different from the way I felt about Elsa. Elsa was my manager, and I always felt as though she was in complete control. With Yvonne, however, I was the one taking the lead. Don’t do anything to wake Elsa up, my brain reminded me. If Elsa finds out, she’s going to explode and cut your dick off.

“Just go back to sleep, Yvonne,” I instructed, tucking her breasts back into her bra as best as I could. She followed my instructions obediently, zipping me back up again before burrowing into my lap and dozing off.

Shit. How am I going to wake Elsa and get her to tend to the fire if Yvonne’s on my lap? I wondered, wishing I could slap myself for my stupidity. I had no choice but to pull an all-nighter to stay up and keep the fire going, especially since I needed to wake Yvonne up before Elsa awoke. However, my plans were for naught. I was most definitely too tired to stay awake, especially after having been injured by the wolf earlier. Without realizing it, I, too, slipped into the clutches of sleep.

When my eyes flew open, it felt like only minutes had passed. The cave was bright with sunlight, but Yvonne and Elsa were both snoring quietly. After shifting Yvonne off my lap, I noticed that the fire was still burning fairly brightly, and the pile of firewood had grown too. It must be Euphie, I thought, and I was right. Just as I stood up and brushed off my pants, Euphie entered with another armful of firewood.

“Good morning,” I greeted her, but received no response. She merely shot me a cold glare before putting down the branches and twigs she was holding.

“Hey, what happened?” I asked, completely in the dark about what I could have done. We had gone to bed the night before without any animosity between us.

“You happened,” Euphie snorted, glancing pointedly at Yvonne, who was still dead asleep. “I thought you were with Elsa after seeing how you two were so touchy-feely, but it seems like you’re just like every other man.”

Oh. Damn. I sighed heavily, unwilling to get into specifics. The truth was that I was with neither of them - both of them had come on to me, and I had been unable and unwilling to resist their advances.

“Well… I guess I’m still glad you saved me,” Euphie said grudgingly, crossing her arms and looking away.

“That’s alright. Couldn’t leave you to die,” I muttered, shoving my hands in my pockets and looking up out of the cave. The sun was only a little way across the sky, telling me that it was still morning. Time to get cracking - the first task on my list was finding a way to distill water.

“Euphie, I need you to keep an eye on the fire and on Yvonne and Elsa. I’m going back to the wreckage to see if I can find anything to distill water with, alright?” I asked, trying to phrase it as a question instead of a command.

“Good idea,” Euphie muttered, giving me a fleeting smile. “Be careful, though. You don’t know if there’s anyone else out there.”