Free More than Survival: A Post-apocalyptic Love Story by Camryn Lynn Page A

couple paragraphs, then shoved it in one of my drawers. Which is exactly where I found it now, crumpled up behind a couple old sweaters.
    The bedroom door was open a crack when I sat down on my bed and opened the book, starting at the beginning. It went over the basics of the female anatomy as well as puberty, which was information I already knew. I’d gotten my cycle when I was twelve, and since then my breasts had gotten large and full and hair had grown exactly where it was supposed to. Other than that though, I was a little in the dark.
    When I got to the section on the male body, all I could think about were the pictures in that magazine. My eyes ran over the diagram, reading all the labels and footnotes so I knew what they did. Then I got to the part that talked about how the male penis got erect and understanding dawned on me. What I had seen in the magazine wasn’t how it looked all the time, which was why Sawyer was able to hide the thing so well.
    With that question answered, I turned to the chapter on intercourse. It talked about the woman’s body providing natural lubrication to prepare her for sex, which brought to mind how wet I’d been earlier. Apparently, the man needed stimulation to become erect, and when the woman was wet like that he was able to then slide into—
    I sat up, slamming the book shut. Holy crap! So I’d been right. I’d suspected that’s what was supposed to happen, but the concept had been too scary for me to focus on it for very long. Now, though, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. When Sawyer had his finger inside me earlier, it had felt so good. I could only imagine how amazing the real act would feel. Just thinking about it made my body heat up. But the picture I’d seen made it look so large! Was it possible? It had to be, but I didn’t know how. I thought about what it had felt like to have Sawyer’s finger sliding in and out of me, and the heat in my body grew. I squirmed, remembering Sawyer’s lips on mine. How he sucked my nipple into his mouth. The more I thought about it, the hotter my body became. My nipples stiffened, rubbing against the fabric of my shirt. I felt the now familiar moisture between my legs, and without thinking, I slid my hand down my body.
    Almost on their own, my fingers undid the button on my pants and I moved my hand lower, anticipating the way my fingers would slide against my wetness. I gasped when I found it, closing my eyes. I wasn’t as wet as I’d been earlier, but it still felt good. I moved my fingers lower, faster. Finding that little nub. A moan broke out of my mouth.
    “Lucy?” Sawyer rushed into the room and my eyes flew open. My hand was still down my pants, and the second he laid eyes on me, he froze. “What are you doing?”
    I was torn between the urge to hide and the desire to pull him to me. My hand hadn’t moved from its original position, which meant there was no way to escape my situation. And when Sawyer took a step closer to me, I didn’t want to. Not with when I saw the desire flashing in his blue eyes.
    “I’m wet again,” I whispered.
    Sawyer bit his lip as he crossed the room to me. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor, then picked the book up off the bed and flipped it open. “You got some reading done?”
    I moved my finger over the little nub and moaned again. I’d forgotten about it when I looked through the book, so I had no idea what it was called. But it felt so good when I touched it.
    “Some,” I whispered.
    Sawyer licked his lips, and his eyes moved down. He watched me rub myself with an interest I hadn’t expected. “Do you have any questions?” The invitation in his voice was unmistakable.
    My heart beat faster and I finally stopped touching myself. This was the opening I’d been wanting.
    I sat up, pulling my own shirt off as I moved across the bed until I was sitting in front of Sawyer. My fingers played with the button on his pants and I gazed up at him. “This.