After the epidemic

People were dying like flies. The spirit of death hung over the cities for a month. The quarantine was introduced too late; death had penetrated all continents and was spreading like wildfire. The whole world united in search of salvation, old enemies helped each other, for the breath of decay was already touching their hearts. But it was all in vain.

Only one in twenty survived.

Sasha

turned 18 years old, he was a B-student at an ordinary high school, played soccer with friends, was preparing to enter college and dreamed of girls... In short, he was an average pimply teenager. And then the catastrophe struck. One evening he felt a strong burning sensation in his legs and arms. His mother took his temperature and called a doctor. A kind, mustachioed man examined Sasha and suggested hospitalization. The guy resisted, said it would pass in a day or two, but his mother insisted.

Sashka ended up in a ward with a dozen other boys with the same symptoms. Doctors tried to identify the cause of the epidemic, but these attempts were futile. Two days later, Sasha was sent home because there was no room in the hospitals, even if all the patients were stacked to the ceiling.

On the fourth day, the fever and burning went away, replaced by convulsions. Muscles contracted involuntarily, breaking joints with incredible movements. The guy was tied to the bed. This continued for about another week. During this time, the guy became so weak that he couldn't even lift his arm. His mother fed him and his father semolina porridge, forcibly pouring the bland slurry into their mouths.

And on the tenth day, people started dying. Only a few survived and returned to normal. It was on that day that bonfires began to be lit in the streets, emitting a sweet, cloying aroma. At that time, the guy didn't yet know WHAT was burning in that fire.

On the twentieth day, Sasha woke up to his mother's crying. She was standing by the window, looking out into the yard. Orange reflections danced on her face. Sashka was lying right by the window and found the strength to sit up. What he saw was forever etched in his memory. Human bodies were burning in the street. Stern women in orange vests collected corpses and burned them right on the streets. Cemeteries simply couldn't handle that many dead bodies.

Two days later, they were visited by two policemen, a doctor, and a nurse. All of them were women. They took Sasha's temperature, drew a blood sample, and did a few other tests. After that, they locked themselves in the kitchen with his mother and argued about something for a long time. The guy still couldn't get up, but the illness was already subsiding.

He spent the next month weeks without leaving the door. Forbidden — quarantine for men under eighteen. However, at that time, he didn't even have the strength to go out the door. All he could do was watch old TV series and movies on TV. New episodes no longer came out; there was no one to make them. The internet had been absent since the beginning of the epidemic. Sasha was frankly bored. Once he tried to go outside, but was grabbed by a stern girl in military uniform. She twisted his arms, took him home, handed him over to his mother, and didn't utter a single word. To the question: "Why have they assigned guards to us?" his mother replied: "There are few of you now." Sasha couldn't get anything more coherent from her. It was obvious that something was happening outside that his mother didn't want to talk about.

The quarantine was lifted a month later. The day the quarantine was lifted for teenagers coincided with the day schools opened, so on the very first day the guy had to go to study.

— Son, this is your first day at school after quarantine... A lot has changed in the world.

— I understand. — the guy replied gloomily. He had a hard time persuading his mother not to walk him to school. The overprotectiveness that appeared after the epidemic was stressing him out.

— No, you don't fully understand... — his mother objected — But you will. Please, don't talk to unfamiliar women. Only with trusted ones, for example from school.

— Mom, come on, I'm not a little kid!

— It's just that you're the only one I have left. And you're a man, which is important now. Go, I hope for your prudence. — his mother closed the front door behind Sasha.

The streets were unusually quiet. The only vehicles on the roads were official transport and buses.

Usually, on the way to school, Sasha walked with Kirill and Andrey — his close friends. But now he was all alone. His heart ached with longing. Could it be that his friends were also burned in the street, like some piece of furniture? It can't be... But his gaze kept stumbling upon black stains ingrained in the asphalt.

— Sasha! — someone called him from behind. The guy turned around and saw Olga and Vika. The young girls were two years older than him and were in the eleventh grade. Sasha was simply stunned, because Olya and Vika had never paid attention to guys like him — average, unremarkable, shy, and inexperienced. They preferred rich boys, or even grown men.

Olya was a long-haired blonde, with stunning size-three breasts and shamelessly showed off this asset by wearing tops with deep necklines. Now she was wearing tight jeans and a little black blouse, hugging her appetizing hemispheres. Firm nipples stood out as small bumps. The brown-eyed brunette Vika dressed in the same style. Her asset was her legs, which she shamelessly showed off by wearing very short miniskirts. Now she was wearing a little white skirt, barely covering her legs, and a small jacket...

— What do you want? — he asked somewhat rudely, trying to mask the rising excitement.

— Going to school? Oh yes, the quarantine is over! — Olya feigned surprise.

— Yeah.

— Let's go together! — Vika suggested.

— Let's go... Do you live somewhere nearby? I haven't seen you on the way to school before...

— Well, we're here sort of by chance... — the girls hesitated.

— I see. I thought I'd be seeing you often. — the guy was upset.

— Who knows, maybe you will. — Vika said mysteriously.

— By the way, we're planning a party to celebrate the end of quarantine... Want to come? — Vika suggested, fiddling with the hem of her already short skirt.

— A p-party? — the guy asked, not believing his ears. Such cool girls — and they're inviting him to a party. Are they serious or joking? Rationally, he guessed that they might just have no one else to invite, but old habits told him that things weren't as they should be.

— Yes. Please come... We'll be waiting... — Olya licked her lips. Sexuality was evident in the girls' poses — So, do you agree?

— Well... Sorry, I haven't even seen my class yet. I'll tell you after lessons...

— Okay, we'll be waiting for your answer... — Vika cooed and moved towards the school. Olya and Sasha followed her.

Along the way, traces of the epidemic were constantly encountered. Black stains from bonfires ingrained in the asphalt, abandoned cars. In general, there was extremely little automobile traffic on the streets — mostly buses and trucks. Half the shops were closed, and the women passing by kept giving him strange looks. He didn't notice any men on the way to school.

Saying goodbye to the senior girls in the corridor, Sasha entered his classroom.

Previously, there were twelve boys in 9 "B". Now only two remained. Seventeen-year-old Pavel was sitting at the first desk, together with Lida Moskvina — a champion in athletic gymnastics, with luxurious hair and a slender body. Masha was leaning on the desk next to her, giving Pasha a wonderful view of her size-four breasts. The other girls were sitting more or less quietly in their seats, throwing interested glances at the guy.

Pasha wasn't just average. He was a real nerd, drooling at the sight of a good girl, but unable to say a word when she spoke to him. And this despite the fact that Pasha was by no means ugly or disrespected. He was just insanely shy.

Now, surrounded by ten girls, he was having a very hard time...

— Sashka! — Pasha shouted and rushed to meet his classmate. They had never been friends, but there were simply no other boys left in 9 "B".

— Hi — Sasha shook his hand — Hi, girls.

— Hi, Sash! — the whole class responded in unison. The guy shrank from such a powerful influx of smiles and devouring looks...

— Children! To your seats! — Irina Stepanovna, the chemistry teacher, barked from the door.

Sasha and Pasha sat at the very back desk and started a quiet conversation.

— We should remember the guys... — Pasha suggested. Even though he had a hard time talking to girls, for the stronger sex he was always a "good guy."

— Yeah... just not today, you know, today Vika and Olya from the eleventh "A" invited me to a party.

— Cool! And Lida and Masha invited me to hang out... told me to wait behind the school after lessons... — Pasha hesitated and blushed. Sasha grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

— It's okay man, we'll get through.

At that moment, a crumpled piece of paper landed on their desk. Sasha automatically unfolded it:

"Sash, come visit us after school. Zhenya and Lera."

The guy automatically shifted his gaze to the girls. They giggled and turned away. "Two guys and ten girls. What can come of this? A harem..." — he thought — "So, they invited me and Pashka..." Sashka felt a rush of heat.

Zhenya and Lera — inseparable friends. The first — a golden blonde with shoulder-length curls, lovely legs and waist. The other — a fiery brunette, with a gorgeous tan and a mighty bust. Both girls never hesitated to show off their assets and wore miniskirts and tops that exposed their stomachs. For two years now, Sasha had been imagining both girls in his bed at night, imagining running his hands over their luxurious bodies, getting under their skirts... Wow, that was much more attractive than an uncertain party with Olya and Vika! The guy looked at Lera and nodded, confirming the plans.

— Since part of the teaching staff couldn't come today, I'm letting you go until tomorrow. — said Irina Stepanovna — Goodbye.

A company of two guys and four girls went out into the school hall.

— Sasha! — Olga, who was waiting, waved her hand friendly — Are you coming... — she cut off her speech, seeing Lera and Zhenya moving behind the guy.

— No, we're going to hang out with the girls... — the guy dashed the senior girls' hopes.

— Too bad... — Olya pouted her lips.

— Let's go, Sash... — Zhenya cooed and pulled the guy aside.

— Wait! — Vika interjected — Girls, can we have a quick word.

Sasha's classmates exchanged quick glances and moved towards the senior girls.

— Guys, wait for us a second...

As soon as they moved away, Pasha asked:

— Do you understand anything?

— Not a damn thing...

Meanwhile, the girls came to a decision.

— Guys, how about we go to Olya's dacha? There's no one there now... And it's great at the dacha!

— Agreed!

Olya's father was a solid businessman and had managed to acquire two nice two-story mansions, with a sauna, billiard room, and other amenities. Accordingly, there was plenty of space there. The guys decided to settle in the reception hall. Lera showed them the house and led them into a spacious hall with a mini-bar, TV, stereo system, and a couple of wide sofas. Sasha sat down with Olya, Vika, and Lera. Pasha with Lida, Masha, and Zhenya.

— To start, let's drink to those who didn't live to see today. — Pavel proposed a toast. They drank a shot of cognac without clinking glasses, snacked on sausage. Everything happened in silence.

— But still, life goes on. — Olya said — We buried many. But I don't think our fathers and... boyfriends would be happy with our eternal sorrow.

— My Kolya, before he died, told me not to think about him and to find myself another. — Vika added. Sasha remembered Vika's fiancé — an athlete and an excellent student. He was a good guy and had even once helped Sasha out by intervening in a conflict with some random hooligans...

Sasha silently poured more alcohol. The company silently drank another shot. The alcohol hit their heads and it became hot.

— Wow, let's talk about something else! — Masha perked up — Did you hear that Irina Stepanovna recently fell into a puddle in front of the whole school?

The conversation immediately flowed in a different direction. The schoolchildren recalled funny incidents from life, told jokes and stories, trying to forget. Alcohol regularly filled the shot glasses.

And the girls' hands, as if accidentally, kept touching the guys, stroking, pressing... Closer and closer. But the guys were still timid in the face of the overwhelming number of previously inaccessible girls and didn't dare to make the first move.

— Let's play spin the bottle, strip version! — the tipsy Zhenya suddenly suggested.

— No, not me! — Pavel immediately reverted to "nerd" mode.

— Pash, what are you afraid of? — Sasha said — Did you shit your pants and are afraid to show them?

The girls giggled.

— No, I...

— Pasha, come on, let's play! — the girls pleaded. How could he resist?

The champagne bottle spun on a wide plate...

The first victim was Zhenya. She, somewhat shyly for propriety's sake, pulled off her blouse, revealing a snow-white bra.

Then the same turn came to Lida. This girl wasn't shy at all — she erotically pulled off her little blouse and threw it behind the sofa. Her bra turned out to be black.

Amidst the hooting of the female chorus, Sasha bared his torso.

Next was Olya. Her bra turned out to be red...

And again it landed on Zhenya. She smiled, stood up a bit, and took off her skirt, remaining in lacy panties and a bra.

Then Pavel got it twice, taking off his shirt and jeans.

— Now we're both in our underwear. — Zhenya pressed against the guy, who instantly flushed.

The bottle pointed to Vika.

— Wow... This is so embarrassing — the girl hesitated — I'm not wearing a bra. — she smiled and pulled off her blouse. Firm breasts slowly swayed, putting the guys in a trance... Vika ran her hands over her breasts, pinched her nipples, and sat down next to Sasha. The guy barely restrained himself from glancing at these exciting islands.

It was Lera's turn. She stood up and erotically, stroking her intimate areas, pulled off her shirt. Her bra was so transparent it seemed like it wasn't there. Small