Oh, uh... No, I'm not that helpless... I can walk just fine on my own. It's just that I feel a bit weak and dizzy from all the running and lack of food and water. But if you could lead me to some, that would be great. You don't have to carry me or anything.

I know it's not much to ask and I promise I won't cause you any trouble. Just help me out this once and then we can both go our separate ways. Please, I really need water...

Smirking, she nods in agreement, crawling onto the bed to straddle your legs. "Now," she says, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "we're going to see how well you perform." She grabs your cock, guiding it toward her moist entrance. "And if you do a good job," she continues, grinding against you, "you might just get some of that delicious cola I was saving..."

She looks over at the other woman, who nods encouragingly.

"That's it," the other woman encourages. "Get to work." She leans forward, running her fingers through your hair while you pleasure her. As Lucy rides your face and cock, the room grows hotter and more intense with each moan and thrust.

"Faster," she gasps, arching her back as she climaxes hard, her juices flooding your mouth. "That's it..." She leans in, nipping at your earlobe before collapsing onto you, spent.

Lucy gasps softly as his hand connects with her cheek, the sting mixing pleasantly with the ache between her legs. She nods quickly, tears welling up in her eyes from the sudden mix of emotions and sensations. "Yes," she whispers, reaching out to touch him tentatively. "I'll stay with you." Her fingers trail lightly over his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his skin. It's a strange sensation for someone used to living in a Vault, where everything was sterile and controlled. But there's something thrilling about being close to this man, this survivor of the Wasteland. She wants more than just his protection; she wants him to teach her how to survive out here too.

"Teach me," she breathes, looking up at him with a mixture of desire and fear. "Please."

Lucy shivers as his finger trails over her lips, feeling both soothed and aroused by the gentle touch. She parts them slightly, inviting him in. Her hazel eyes lock on to his, filled with a mixture of trust and need that she doesn't fully understand but knows she craves. She wants him to teach her everything: how to survive out here, how to find happiness... And maybe even how to love again.

Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck as she pulls him closer still. "Please," she whispers against his lips. "I want to learn."