(Note to my readers, assuming I have any: this post is sexual in nature but not graphic.  If you don't care to read it, go to the very bottom of the post for a summary.)

[b]21 November 2021 
Day 8:[/b]

Over the last two days, the tension between the camps had shifted from [i]hot war[/i] to [i]cold war[/i], with no one from either camp going to the other with the exception of some of the Medical Staff and various patients, most of whom traveled from their homes to the Infirmary and back.  [color=red]Harry[/color] had lessened the night time watches a bit but was still wary of [color=red]Javier[/color]; he wasn't that concerned with [color=red]Victoria[/color] herself after her show the night of the briar snare incident, but the gun runner -- specifically his leveling of a Beretta 9mm pistol at his face -- was still very much on Harry's mind.

He sent [color=red]Harvey[/color] and another armed man with [color=red]Cliff[/color] and the Hunters to check the snares and do some fishing in a small pool and the creek entering and exiting it.  It was a [i]shared[/i] location between the two camps as it was the nearest place for fishing, bathing, and washing clothes. Harry and Victoria had agreed to switching days at the pool, to avoid any possibly problems between the two populations of survivors. Harry's hope that Victoria would give up this silly quest of hers to run her own group had thus far failed him. [i]There's always tomorrow[/i], he would tell himself.

Just downstream from the pond, Cliff tossed a makeshift crayfish trap into the shallow waters amidst some large, mossy stones. They'd created it from a wire mesh container salvaged from the plane and baited it with the leftover corpse of a roasted rabbit. Seeing it settle appropriately on the bottom for catching [i]crawdads[/i], the teen then turned his attention to the young woman who was walking carefully barefoot across the bottom of the creek, despite the very cold-water running past and over her calves and feet.

[color=red]Tammy Wagner[/color] had been a beauty [i]before[/i] she'd cleaned up her act and gotten off stimulants, downers, and whatever else she could find to alter her state of mind.  Now, though, Cliff found her simply incredible. She'd shed her sweatshirt up on the shore before entering the creek, showing off her delicious hour glass figure and plentiful breasts with their now conspicuously pert nipples. She hadn't been paying Cliff much attention since the crash; she had had other issues, of course, and -- though he was legally an adult at 18 -- he was still a [i]kid[/i] in her mind, a [i]boy[/i] who was yet to experience even a fraction of the good and bad she herself had. 

[url=https://i.imgur.com/BnPZsGw.jpg?1]Tammy[/url] stopped to ensure she had her balance, then looked up the creek toward where others were fishing, then down stream to where [url=https://i.imgur.com/FBAAxtK.jpg?1]Cliff[/url] had leaned against a tree to simply watch her with a yearning expression.  It wasn't until she smiled wide at him that Cliff realized he was being watched as well. He quickly dropped his eyes, then looked to the creek as if the trap required his attention.

"It's okay, you know," she called to Cliff as she started walking carefully over the sandy and pebbly bottom his direction. When he only looked to her with a questioning expression, she clarified, "It's okay for you to look at girls that way ... women ... whatever."

"I wasn't looking at you any way," he said shyly.  A moment later, as he watched her simply smile while coming closer, he asked, "What way?  What way do you think I was looking at you, I mean."

Tammy waited until she was almost within arms distance of Cliff before she said with a soft tone, "Like you want to see me naked."

Cliff's face exploded in a fiery red blush as his eyes widened dramatically.  Despite his shock, the teen couldn't prevent his eyes from dropping to the 24year-old beauty's incredible bosom, the very tits that he'd been imagining were on full display to him. 

Tammy laughed, reached a hand down into the creek, and splashed a handful of water up at him, not soaking Cliff but hitting him enough that he shivered at the chill.  He argued, not really thinking first about his words, "[i]I don't want to see you naked.[/i]"

Tammy feigned an expression of shock, asking, "You don't?"  Cliff stumbled over the words as he tried to explain that what he meant was that he hadn't been staring at her and imagining her naked, and after letting him fumble with himself for a bit, she laughed and said, "Relax, Cliff. I was just messing with you."

She waggled a hand to him for help, got it, and rose up out of the creek bed; she ended up just inches from him, their faces level with one another. Tammy gazed into Cliff's eyes for a long moment, a flirty smile on her lips; she was still holding his hand, even though he had let his own grip lessen. She asked almost in a whisper, "You [i]do[/i] want to see me naked, though ... don't you, Cliff?"

She could feel his hand trembling in her own as he opened his mouth to respond but said nothing.  His back was against the tree now, and Tammy moved in close enough that her swollen nipples were just a split hair away from touching his chest. She purred, "What would you do for me if I let you see me naked?"

Again, Cliff tried to formulate a response without any words coming out of his mouth.  Tammy continued, "I've been told that in the plane, there is a box filled with personal hygiene items taken from some of the suitcases of the dead. And I hear that one of the items in there are a bunch of little hotel bottles of soaps and conditioners and skin conditioner that some klepto collected while on vacation. Have you heard this, too?"

Cliff's response this time was a very honest shaking of his head.  Oh, he knew that there was a stash of resources in the plane, of course; everyone knew that. But as to specifics, that hadn't really been anything of concern to him as his mother had been dealing with fulfilling the needs her children had.

"You get me a bottle of each -- shampoo, conditioner, skin conditioner -- and I'll show you my tits," she went on, now pressing forward until her bosom was pressed firmly against the teen's chest.  She continued, "You get me [i]two[/i] of each, and I'll let you fondle them. You every fondled a woman's boobs, Cliff?"

Again, his response was a very honest shaking of his head. Tammy smiled wider; she laid her hands on the boy's hips, letting her thumbs caress over his waist and inward toward his groin just enough to possibly feel intimate to him ... as which Cliff most definitely interpreted it.

"You get me [i]three[/i] of each," she continued, lifting herself on her bared tippy toes until her mouth was just an inch from Cliff's, "and I'll go skinny dipping with you."

She moved her face forward to press her lips softly against the boy's for a short but intimate moment. Then, lowering herself again, she backed away, hesitated, and turned to walk the bank toward her shoes and sweatshirt. She let her hips sway a bit more dramatically than normal, and she donned her shoes by leaning forward excessively to flash her tight, round ass at him.

Tammy gave Cliff one last look, smile, and wink over her shoulder before she told him, "I gotta go pick some mushrooms and stuff. Gotta earn my keep."

And with that, she hurried off into the forest to join up with the foragers to whom she'd excused herself with a feigned need to pee behind a tree.

Near the creek's edge, Cliff -- his heart still pounding, his penis harder than it had ever been in his life -- looked about for sign of anyone who might have seen that which had just transpired. He saw no one, not that he'd expected to. Feeling alone, but actually and emotionally, he slipped away into the thick underbrush to [i]deal with[/i] the problem with which Tammy had left him.

[b]Later that night:[/b]

Cliff had been trying to get Tammy alone since sundown, disappointed that she was so popular with the others, particularly the men. After dinner and some singing and game playing to fill the space that used to be filled by cell phone games and cable television, Tammy excused herself from the group encircling the fire. Cliff jumped on the opportunity to slip up close enough to whisper, "Can we talk ... in private?"

Tammy was hopeful about the reason for the requested conversation but tempered her enthusiasm when she saw a lack of plastic bottles in Cliff's hand or maybe a little bag of such over his shoulder.  Still, she said, "Sure."

She began to lead him away from the group, but Cliff said, "No, this way."

He led her off toward a cluster of shrubs and small trees between which had been strung wires for hanging washed clothes.  Once there, he told her to stay put, disappeared into the little grove, then returned with a small child's backpack.  He unzipped and opened it: it was filled with dozens of little bodies, miniature bars of soap, and more.

Tammy's eyes widened and her mouth fell open.  "My [i]God[/i], Cliff. What have you done?"

"This is good, right?" he asked desperately. "This is what you wanted?"

Tammy laughed.  "Cliff, this is [i]far[/i] more than what I asked for.  In fact..." She looked back toward the camp fire and the people milling about, then back to the teen.  She reached into the bag, pillaged it for a couple of samples of this and that, and stuffed them into the pockets of her jeans and hoodie's belly pouch.  She zipped the bag shut again, telling Cliff, "Take it back."

Now it was his turn to looked surprised: "Whaddaya mean?"

"Take it back!" she repeated. "This is too much. They'll notice this, and they'll start snooping around, looking for answers, and you'll get in trouble. [i]Big[/i] trouble."

Tammy moved close again, stood on her toes again, and kissed Cliff again, only this time more passionately with her lips parting slightly, encouraging the teen to part his own lips to experience the tip of her tongue reaching out. She moved back again, smiled, and said, "Put it back, and meet me at the atream tomorrow where we were today."

"Tomorrow isn't our day," he reminded her.  "Victoria's people will be there."

She thought for a moment, then instructed, "Meet me at noon where that funky tree is ... you know the one ... the one that looks like a pitchfork."

She backed away, flashed some of the bottles still in her hands, and promised, "You're gonna be rewarded for this, Cliff.  Trust me."

Tammy turned and hurried back toward the little lean-to she shared with Julia, giggling in delight.

[hider=Recap of Sexual Content]Essentially, 24 year old Tammy promised 18 year old Cliff a personal viewing and maybe even some touchy-feely stuff if he would steal her some personal hygiene needs -- shampoo, conditioner, soap -- from the cache in the fuselage. He was so eager for "interaction" with her that he stole ALL of it, after which she told him to take the bulk of it back and meet her the next day in the woods. Not really sexual at all, was it?[/hider]