The Love Club - Part 7 - Glenn and Beth

Glenn Rhee stood on the guard tower under a sweeping sky that couldn’t decide between sunshine and clouds. It was mid-October and a perfect seventy degrees but it was also windy. He scanned the tree line with his binoculars but the growth was so thick an army of snipers could have been drawing down on him and he wouldn’t be able to see, though he doubted anyone was there.

The green was beginning to change to shades of yellow and red. By the time November rolled in they’d be ablaze with color and falling from the trees in preparation for winter. He took a few moments to scan the prison yard and watch their people go about their lives in peace. Rick and Carl fed the piglets they’d delivered from a brood sow they’d retrieved from the wild. Beth Greene walked with Zach toward the chicken coop to feed the hens and cocks. He was recovering nicely from the broken leg he’d sustained in a bad run earlier in the year. He had a limp that Hershel believed would probably be a permanent, but he was otherwise okay.

Black columns of smoke rose from the back yard of the prison where the boiling fires sterilized their drinking water and where people could get hot water to wash their clothes. They had a couple of cows back there for milking. Children ran and played, quietly so as not to draw more attention than necessary from walkers, and Glenn found himself wishing they could play without fear of the moving corpses. They had to learn to be quiet, however. It was a necessary part of survival now.

Carol Peletier arrived at two o’clock to relieve him of watch duty. She looked tired when she arrived and he wondered if she was okay.

“You look exhausted,” noted Glenn.

“I did my first abortion today,” she explained.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah. I was glad I could help her safely. Hershel was there to walk me through it and to take over should something go wrong.”

Glenn’s brows raised. “Hershel?”

“His ideology, if you will, has evolved since the Turn. Neither he nor I blame any woman who doesn’t want to bring a child into this world.”

“I can stay another four hours if you need a break,” he offered.

“No, it’ll be fine. It’s peaceful up here and I can relax while I keep a lookout.”

Glenn left Carol to the job of watching the trees, the gates, and the access road for potential threats, and headed to the grill. He’d overslept that morning and missed breakfast. Now his stomach was complaining. He grabbed a plate of food that included a roasted potato and some kind of game he couldn’t readily identify, and headed for his bunk.

As soon as he sat down he noticed the paper. It was on his pillow, not Maggie’s. He snatched it up with a shaky hand. It was his first Love Club notice. After licking grease off his fingers Glenn read the blocky, handwritten text on the paper.

The armory. Wednesday afternoon. 4 p.m.

Four o’clock tomorrow he’d be getting it on with someone who wasn’t his wife. It would be the first time he’d ever stepped outside of his relationship with Maggie for sex. He was nervous and excited, and a grin tugged at his lips as he watched the little note burn in the wastebasket by the bed.

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By the time three-thirty came, Glenn was glad to be in the showers. The day had turned out to be a scorcher with the high humidity and now clear skies. He’d volunteered to help Rick and Carl out with harvesting some feed corn and now he was covered in dust and sweat. He washed it all away in the shower before toweling off and getting dressed.

He was nervous. Not that he worried Maggie would have a change of heart about him taking part in the Love Club, but because he was about to be with someone new. He’d never been very good with women. He’d always been nervous, and when he was nervous nothing came out right, and nothing seemed to make sense, and he always felt like they dismissed him as a nerd. He was a nerd, but that was beside the point.

Now he headed toward the armory and, as he went, he was sure that everybody he passed, and everybody who saw him, knew exactly what he was about to do. He kept his head down and hurried through the common area and outside, past the basketball court where Zach and a few others were playing a game, and into the building that housed the armory and old, decrepit office furniture.

Evidence that his assigned partner for the encounter was there waiting came in the form of a pair of white cotton bikini underwear and a pair of sandals. There was something familiar about the sandals but he couldn’t quite remember who he’d seen wearing them. Feeling nervous, his palms sweating, Glen walked around a tower of old filing cabinets to find a bed made of some bunk pads covered with old blankets.

Lying on the blankets was a completely naked Beth Greene.

His sister-in-law.

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“No fucking way,” she said at once.

Glenn’s mouth hung open. He’d never heard Beth drop the f-bomb before. He’d never seen Beth naked before either. His instinct was to turn away and he did, partially, looking up at the ceiling guiltily, his face burning with embarrassment.

“Hey, Beth!” he said in a squeaky voice. “Um…Boy…”

“Glenn…”

He turned back to her and managed to keep his eyes locked on her face. Her nose, specifically. Okay, so he’d fantasized a couple of times about banging his wife’s little sister. What man didn’t if the little sister was hot? That didn’t mean he actually wanted to do it.

She was standing up now. To his surprise, and confusion, she wasn’t trying to hide her nudity. She didn’t reach for the tee-shirt and cut-offs she’d thrown haphazardly on the floor.

“So not what I was expecting,” Glenn confessed. “I thought I’d get Sasha or Michonne. Or maybe Candice.”

“I thought you’d be Daryl or Tyreese or even Bob,” she confessed.

“Bob?”

She didn’t look overly thrilled. “Yeah. Bob. Better you than Bob.”

He nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets. “So, we can totally back out.”

“Right,” she said.

They lapsed into silence. They looked at the room, studying the broken chairs and rusty desks with much more interest than they warranted. Finally Beth broke the silence.

“I’ve thought about it,” she said. “Not that I ever would have tried anything.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’ve pretended Maggie was you a few times. Not that I would have done anything.”

She was a few inches closer. He stepped closer to her. He knew it was gonna happen, despite the awkwardness, for the simple fact that it was wrong. It was wrong because it was forbidden. Forbidden, Glenn knew, could be really exciting. There would be no repercussions from this because it wouldn’t be talked about and it wouldn’t be repeated unless the Matchmaker brought them together again.

“It’s kinda weird,” Beth said quietly.

“Forbidden is a good word for it,” he answered.

Beth nodded, liking that word. “Forbidden. This should never, ever, happen between us.”

“Never,” he agreed, now facing her.

There was a moment they looked into one another’s eyes. There was a moment they knew they could do this and get away with it. There was a moment when they simultaneously thought to themselves that the Matchmaker was a twisted motherfucker and they were glad of it.

Glenn ripped his shirt off just before Beth threw herself into his arms, and it was on.

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Beth was pleasantly surprised by Glenn's dick. He was well endowed and he was a great kisser, too. He tongued her slowly before lavishing kisses down her neck and over the flat plane of her belly. He looked up at her once before dipping his tongue into her moistened folds. She moaned, long and slow, lost inhow surreal the moment was. Her brother-in-law was eating her out. She'd never dreamed it would happen.

Beth leaned up and tapped him on the shoulder. She wanted to come with him inside her and she wanted to watch him fuck her. She wanted that memory.

Glenn placed himself at her slick entrance and slid inside. She was wet and relaxed so he fit inside easily. She verbally encouraged him to move and Beth gazed down to where their bodies joined to watch Glenn moving inside of her. She lifted her hips, moving in time with him, until that knot of tension deep in her core warmly unfurled. Glenn came harder than he had in a long time.

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Glenn dressed and watched Beth pull on her clothes. He doubted they’d be paired up again by the Matchmaker. If they weren’t he’d never get to see her naked again, and he liked the way she looked. She was different from Maggie in body but no less beautiful. When they were dressed, they shared a moment of silence that wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward.

“Well, this is a story we won’t be able to tell anyone else,” said Beth with a slight smile.

“No kidding,” he agreed. “Think we’ll be paired up again?”

“I don’t know. You feel guilty?”

Glenn shook his head. “I should. I don’t.”

“Me either. That may change when we see Maggie.”

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Glenn nodded and waited for her to leave first. Somehow he doubted guilt would come. What they’d done had excited him. It had been a thrilling little adventure, a practice in the forbidden, and it would likely never happen again. One thing was certain--he’d never wanted to fuck Maggie more than he did right then. He would go to her tonight and he knew it would be better than ever.

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