Chapter 3

After the session, we were allowed to have a two-hour break before dinner. All of us went to our public bath to shower, rinsing our bodies. Kate walked to me naked when I was rubbing myself with soap. “I think you owe me that,” She said, pointing at my dick. I finally got to fuck her under the stream of hot water. The position and angle were not ideal, so none of us got a climax but we still had a good time. “Next time we will do it on a bed.” She said and I thought I had made a sex friend.

After dinner, we had a one-on-one session with our mentor. I had sex with Paula again and she commented about my techniques and planned on my training.

The next day we had a long session of lectures beginning with the pre-war history of the Free Spirit Paradise resort and how they were involved with the Vault-Tec. The next topic was the ideology of the Vault design to ensure the happiness of the Vault dwellers. The last topic that seemed to last for eternity was how Vault 76 would run and what jobs we have to do to ensure its sustainability.

I sighed inwardly, shifting in my uncomfortable metal chair, trying to find a position that would alleviate the numbing sensation spreading through my limbs. The walls of the classroom, adorned with posters of civilizations and propaganda, seemed to close in on me with each passing moment.

My mind wandered, drifting away from the lecturer. I found myself daydreaming about the adventures I could be having in the inner Vault. Fucking April or Nancy is surely the first thing to do. Attending a sex party, what is it like? Anything would be better than enduring this endless lecture.

Finally, the lunch break mercifully arrived. I practically leaped from my seat and made my way to grab a food plate. The instructor’s announcement caught my attention. “After lunch, we’ll be moving on to the more practical aspect of the orientation. You’ll have the opportunity to brainstorm ideas for your film project and consult with your mentors.”

The prospect of finally being able to engage in something more hands-on filled me with renewed energy. During lunch, I sat with Max, exchanging ideas and bouncing thoughts off each other. Max said he would like to make a video just like Fiona did but in reverse. “I wonder if all three of them would help me,” he said looking at Kate and two other girls on the other table. I commented that, unlike women, we will quickly lose when running out of juice.

After finishing my meal, the instructor began to outline the details of the film project and then allowed us to privately console our mentors. Paula and I sat on a bed in a corner of a bedroom. I saw Bridget and her teenage mentor were working at the opposite corner.

Paula began with a smile, eager to get started on brainstorming ideas. “Any thoughts on what you could do for the film project?”

I shook my head, “Still blank. Still don’t get why I have to make a film about weird sex. Why can’t it be normal?”

“Because the ‘normal’ doesn’t exist. It is a man-made construct. It’s just a lie that you were educated by people above you to control you, to make you behave, to make you do only what they want. But they’re not there anymore, right? They were fucking nuked. So, this film project is a bomb. You put it down at your prison gate to break free. Think freely. There’s nothing weird because there’s nothing normal.”

I was still shaking my head over and over, “Maybe you can give me some ideas. Have you made this kind of film before? How was your film?”

“Well, I think the best idea is what Fiona said, following your kink. I made my film when we were still up there. I went camping in the woods naked, fishing, hunting, cooking, and fucking,” she told me.

“So, you basically just went to the woods naked and fuck someone there?”

“There’s more. I went there with four other dudes and during the 3-day trip, I made myself Free use for them. The title was ‘an unproportional trip’”

“Your kink is gangbang?” I asked.

“No,” she refused, “I just like to spend time with boys, having male friends, and doing activities. I don’t like girls’ society, girls’ night, slumber parties, or anything like that.”

“It’s cool to have a female friend as a buddy. That’s why I like you,” I praised her.

“I’m your FFF, female fuckable friend,” she added.

“Could not be more convenient,” I said.

And then something sparked in my mind. “How about a documentary exploring daily life or something very, very ordinary? The idea is to counteract the radical notion. Everybody here always says ‘Don’t be normal, be yourself, be weird’. But what if being myself is to be normal? And being normal here is weird?

“The sex itself is also exaggerated. Everyone says ‘You have to have a sex life. You have to fuck hundreds of people. You have to join orgies. Normal sex is oppression.’ That’s also bullshit. They’re just creating a new norm. Sex doesn’t have to be fancy. It’s only right when it serves the purpose, which is making someone feel good. It is that simple. You follow me, right?”

“I think I got your abstract ideas, but how do we express it into concrete ideas? You can’t just film boring porn and gaslight other people into thinking it’s special.”

I nodded thoughtfully, intrigued by Paula’s question. “I think I saw a lot of people having sex in this Vault but I’ve never seen them making love.”

“Oh! That’s unexpected,” Paula nodded in agreement. “I rarely saw that either, even with mom and dad. But what is love, Pete? Especially in this context, in this Vault? Have you ever loved someone back there?”

Then I thought of April. I used to have a crush on her before we became a family. Now knowing she seemed to be in love with my dad. I felt pain but, at the same time, happy for her.

“Hey, I think to love is to willingly suffer for someone else’s happiness. They said we love with our hearts, right? Then I realized when I felt pain, I felt it in my heart as well. So, pain is also a reminder that we still have a heart to love,” I answered with all my heart. A thousand shades of feeling erupted from me like a rainbow fountain.

“What a nonsense fuck!” Paula responded. “First time being a mentor, I got a crackhead fellow. Fuck me!”

As we continued to discuss the details of the film, I felt a surge of excitement coursing through me. This project had the potential to be so much more than just an assignment – it could be a message.

We spent two more days in the same routine, beginning the day with breakfast and physical exercise, three hours of lecturing, a launch break, project activity, dinner, and then sexual training before going to bed. On day four, we took an examination after finishing all the required lectures. No one failed the test.

Other fellows began to construct a concrete idea for their film project. Max changed his challenge into a series of one-on-one sex battles. He was writing a message to Fiona, asking her to take the role of final boss.

I talked with Kate quite a lot though she usually hung out with girl gangs. We finally had time to fuck properly on a bed, just yesterday morning before everyone woke up. She wondered in the dark, finding my bed somehow and crawling in. I woke up feeling someone sucking my dick. She then said, “Let me fuck you, please. I dreamt fucking with you and then I woke up, so horny.” I immediately said yes, and she rode me until I unloaded my seed inside her sweet cunt.

I also had a small chance to talk to two other girls. Brownie planned to film a swinging sex with some weird plot. Bridget was experimenting with the Free use mode.