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Her lips touched mine just as another thump rang out in the walk-in refrigerator.  It echoed in the darkness.  A slight chill still hung in the air, even though the power that kept the small room cool must have been out for several days.  I didn't really notice the cold; my mind only pieced it together as I noted Jessica's nipples poking against me as she slid her hands under my bra.  A small voice in the back of my mind tugged at me, urged me to run – those monsters outside would kill us or we'd die trapped in this room.  My hands had other plans – they simply tugged Jessica's shirt off.

Have you ever had that cliché conversation?  Maybe you were standing around between classes in high school with your friends or at a sleep over or a party.  You know the one I am talking about.  It goes something like, "What would you do if you only had 10 minutes to live?"  Maybe your friends were optimists and it was "a day to live," but the premise is the same: What would you do in those final moments which could somehow make your whole life matter?  Then everyone laughs and a few people say, "I'd go to Paris," or, "I'd bungee jump."  But then someone finally says what everyone else is thinking: "I'd get laid."  After that everyone laughs uncomfortably and the conversation turns to something less embarrassing.

Well, I was always the "fly to Paris" type of girl.  But apparently my prudish giggles when one of my friends would say, "I'd get laid," were all for show.

These were my final minutes on Earth, at least they were very likely to be, and there I was getting naked with a girl I hadn't even known the day before.  Maybe it is just the need for comfort and to be with someone which drove us into each others' arms and out of our clothes.  Or perhaps it's some primal instinct to procreate at all costs when life as we know it is in danger… Although, in this case, that seemed less likely.  I had heard of frogs being able to change sex sometimes in order to get each other pregnant, but never humans.  But that was some dinosaur movie, I was pretty sure, and who knows if you can trust horror films.

I started as Jessica kissed the inside of my thigh; suddenly realising she had most of my clothes off.  As she unhooked my bra, I noticed that she seemed to do it very deftly.  I didn't even know she was a lesbian.  Hell, I didn't even know I was a lesbian.  I mean, I guess I was sort of aware of an odd sensation when I walked by a pretty girl, but I never would have thought…  It didn't matter.  Jessica was completely naked and my hand was between her legs and it seemed pretty pointless to argue the logistics of it all in my head with her breast in my mouth.  Besides, what did it matter?  I was about to die.

The banging on the door had become more rapid and our fingers unconsciously picked up the pace to keep time with it.  "I was a fool," I whispered – half-moaned – in Jessica's ear.

"Why?"

"This is way better than Paris."  She kissed me, pushing her tongue in my mouth as my body jerked.  I was a puppet to her desires.  She had me wrapped around her finger.  I tried to giggle at my inner monologue's pun, but the thought quickly vanished as she moaned, biting my earlobe.

At that moment, the door to the walk-in refrigerator opened.  Somehow they had managed to push it open.  But it didn't matter.  We didn't even look toward them, not that we could see them in the darkness.  We stood together as one quivering, shaking mass and stared oblivion in the face as any two human beings would, "getting laid."

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Her lips touched mine just as another thump rang out in the walk-in refrigerator.  It echoed in the darkness.  A slight chill still hung in the air, even though the power that kept the small room cool must have been out for several days.  I didn't really notice the cold; my mind only pieced it together as I noted Jessica's nipples poking against me as she slid her hands under my bra.  A small voice in the back of my mind tugged at me, urged me to run – those monsters outside would kill us or we'd die trapped in this room.  My hands had other plans – they simply tugged Jessica's shirt off.

Have you ever had that cliché conversation?  Maybe you were standing around between classes in high school with your friends or at a sleep over or a party.  You know the one I am talking about.  It goes something like, "What would you do if you only had 10 minutes to live?"  Maybe your friends were optimists and it was "a day to live," but the premise is the same: What would you do in those final moments which could somehow make your whole life matter?  Then everyone laughs and a few people say, "I'd go to Paris," or, "I'd bungee jump."  But then someone finally says what everyone else is thinking: "I'd get laid."  After that everyone laughs uncomfortably and the conversation turns to something less embarrassing.

Well, I was always the "fly to Paris" type of girl.  But apparently my prudish giggles when one of my friends would say, "I'd get laid," were all for show.

These were my final minutes on Earth, at least they were very likely to be, and there I was getting naked with a girl I hadn't even known the day before.  Maybe it is just the need for comfort and to be with someone which drove us into each others' arms and out of our clothes.  Or perhaps it's some primal instinct to procreate at all costs when life as we know it is in danger… Although, in this case, that seemed less likely.  I had heard of frogs being able to change sex sometimes in order to get each other pregnant, but never humans.  But that was some dinosaur movie, I was pretty sure, and who knows if you can trust horror films.

I started as Jessica kissed the inside of my thigh; suddenly realising she had most of my clothes off.  As she unhooked my bra, I noticed that she seemed to do it very deftly.  I didn't even know she was a lesbian.  Hell, I didn't even know I was a lesbian.  I mean, I guess I was sort of aware of an odd sensation when I walked by a pretty girl, but I never would have thought…  It didn't matter.  Jessica was completely naked and my hand was between her legs and it seemed pretty pointless to argue the logistics of it all in my head with her breast in my mouth.  Besides, what did it matter?  I was about to die.

The banging on the door had become more rapid and our fingers unconsciously picked up the pace to keep time with it.  "I was a fool," I whispered – half-moaned – in Jessica's ear.

"Why?"

"This is way better than Paris."  She kissed me, pushing her tongue in my mouth as my body jerked.  I was a puppet to her desires.  She had me wrapped around her finger.  I tried to giggle at my inner monologue's pun, but the thought quickly vanished as she moaned, biting my earlobe.

At that moment, the door to the walk-in refrigerator opened.  Somehow they had managed to push it open.  But it didn't matter.  We didn't even look toward them, not that we could see them in the darkness.  We stood together as one quivering, shaking mass and stared oblivion in the face as any two human beings would, "getting laid."