AUTHOR'S NOTE: Soon we will have forgotten the realities of the Covid pandemic. We will have gotten over the lock downs, the deaths, relegating the dreadful actions of neighbors, stupid politicians, conflicting opinions to the dustbins of our memories. We will also have forgotten the helplessness a lot of people felt when learning of the deaths of family members, friends, complete strangers, but we shouldn't. We should recognize that even in the darkest times, the darkest places, we can still find something worth hanging on to.
LOVE IN A PANDEMIC 1
I was so fucking horny! My vibrator was just not doing it for me any more. I wanted a dick with a live body attached to it! Any dick would have done! I wanted to be filled with cum, even up my ass, I didn't care!
Okay, it's a bit extreme, sure, but the reality is that I am both horny and at risk. If infected with the damned virus, it could quickly get really serious for me. I've a great job that affords me a livable income, I can easily work from home and my boss has been great. I live in a nice part of San Francisco, had a roomie but she moved home months ago. I can't go out unless I am wearing a mask, gloves (when I needed a hazmat suit), which had been a serious heat issue over the summer. I don't shop, just get deliveries, I don't walk, just use a bouncy ball to roll on, do a bit of Tai Chi and yoga, but that's really not enough. I am starting to put weight on, but then a few pounds is not much, I was too skinny anyway.
There was a knock on my door a month ago. I wasn't expecting anyone, no deliveries had called up, so it might be the older woman next door. I looked in the peep hole and it wasn't her, but it was a much younger woman wearing a mask. "Hello" I called.
"Hi, you're Miss Mercuto? I'm Shae, just moved in with my mom, next door. Got a moment?"
I hesitated, "Hold on" I said, as I reached for a mask, then opened the door. Standing there was a masked woman, blonde, about average height but really curvy, in close fitting clothes, accentuating her curves. I gave her that spectacular riposte, "Hi."
"Sorry to interrupt, I'm just introducing myself. Mom told me you were here, living alone so I thought I would say hi."
I shook my head, not really getting it, this rather friendly approach from a complete stranger. I kept up my brilliance with an "Oh."
"That was all, I just didn't want anyone to be concerned with a stranger running around the building."
Then my social senses kicked in, this was an actual person, talking to me. "Oh, look, sorry, I am forgetting my manners, come in." I stepped aside allowing her to enter. "It's been a while since I have spoken to an actual person," I laughed. She came in with a "Thank you," and I got a whiff of her as she walked past, wow, she smelt wonderful, her perfume, a non-smoker, clean, healthy woman.
"I'm Lina, by the way." holding out an elbow which she nudged with a smile and a "Shae." I couldn't see her mouth, but her eyes were crinkled in what could only be a smile and they just sparkled.
"I won't stay long, and I'm asthmatic so you'll have to forgive me if I keep the mask on," she said.
"Are you really? So am I, we're in a high risk category - together then." I was curious as to what lay under the mask, gorgeous, I am betting. I reached up and removed the mask, "I keep the air clean here with filters on the air ducts."
"Oh? How do you do that?" she asked and took her mask off. Yep, gorgeous.
I explained I ran across a YouTube video on how to improve air quality in a workshop. It was really impressive, 20" box fans and filters on the inlet ducts of a mini-split system, then I showed her. The air quality in my apartment is excellent, has to be. I can't go anywhere without a puffer, even before the pandemic on some days. I had to wear the mask I always kept in my handbag and getting home is sometimes a huge relief, just for the clean air. I asked if she wanted tea or coffee, and for the next hour we sat and talked. Just the fact of talking to a live person was exhilarating. Shae said she had better go, a quick introduction that took an hour. To be fair, for a quick precis of our life histories, an hour was pretty good. Shae was easy to talk to and I don't think we were over sharing, for a first meeting, but we had so much in common it was an easy discussion. I invited her back for the next day, for a lunch.
That night, my vibrator ran out of batteries and by morning, it felt like I had rubbed myself raw.
The next day she knocked on the door, I let her in and she hugged me. I stiffened, shocked at the touch of another person. She jumped back and apologized, with a hugely worried look on her face. I cursed my stupidity, here was someone showing me some affection for the first time in months and this is how I react? I quickly reassured her that it was the surprise of an unexpected hug, then stepped in and hugged her back. That was nice, besides she still smelt wonderful, she relaxed in my arms. To feel someone in my arms again, that was such a thrill.
Over lunch, our talk quickly turned to men. Well, two girls having lunch, what else would we be talking about? I confessed that I was seriously deprived. My boyfriend had transferred to LA and I didn't want to leave the relatively much cleaner, i.e.. better air quality, San Francisco. Shae too had male issues, her last boyfriend dumped her. Our conversations continued for the next week, daily, at lunch, even dinner with her mom one night.
One day, after lunch in my apartment, things took an unexpected turn. On the lounge sofa, we were taking coffee when she said, "I swear, the next person I sleep with is going to be a woman, she will understand me a lot better, so it's gotta be easier all round." My heart skipped a beat, so I replied, "Me, I just want to get laid and I really don't care who's tongue it is!" We both laughed at that, then Shae came back with "Yep, I'm at the point where I really don't care who I'm getting hot and sweaty with." Without thinking, I threw caution to the wind and said, "And I wouldn't mind that at all!" Shae looked at me and quietly replied, "I think I would love that."
The tone in her voice, the look in her eye sobered me quickly, what the fuck had I just said? Was I hitting on her? I stuttered, "S-S-S-." Shae came on with, "Yes, I've never been with a woman, but if I was, I would like it to be someone who is beautiful, smart, friendly." She paused, then added quietly, "Someone like you."
I hadn't really been with a woman either. As a teenager, I did kiss my bestie and we did touch each other, the tiny lumps that were becoming our breasts, we talked about touching each other's pussy, but we never did, we were never that brave, I think. I was struck by the thought now, that I could have a warm body all over me, even without a penis, I held out my hand, she took it, then leaned in and we kissed. I felt the soft skin of her lips, the taste of food and coffee, the warmth of her face, the aroma of her body and it felt good.
What had come over me? I had no idea, but is this what it is like in a women's prison? You can't get sex, there's no male available, so the next best thing is a warm body, any warm body? Had the pandemic had turned my apartment into a cell? I certainly needed companionship, she was available, and willing apparently. Was I becoming a lesbian?
We slowly broke apart, "I've not been with a woman either," I said, "I think I would like to, with you."
We kissed again and again. My nipples were hard, my panties grew increasingly wet. I took her hand again and led her to my bedroom. We lay on the bed and kissed, touching each other. Her breasts were soft, her beathe sweet, her taste even sweeter. She stopped me, then sat up and reached over to lift her sweater off, followed quickly by her blouse. "Touch me," she whispered as she lay back to kiss me. I ran my hands over her bare skin, only to have to run my fingers over her bra strap. I felt for the clasp and with one hand, just snapped it open, lots of practice with my own. I didn't try to take it off her, just left it, running my hands over her smooth skin.
I felt her hands under my jumper, tugging my tee upward, feeling for bare skin. I wasn't wearing a bra, which I don't usually when I am at home. I quickly raised my arms, letting her take them off me displaying my bare breasts to her. Her hands quickly ran over my nipples, making them as hard as little pebbles. I was wearing a skirt with no stockings, but if I hadn't been wearing panties, the drips would have been all over the skirt and sheets. Shae's bra slid off a shoulder and the cup wire caught us as I leaned in to kiss her. Shae leaned back and threw it off, exposing her breasts to me fully. They were magnificent.
Shae's breasts were the right size for her frame, largish, but not overly large, round mounds of woman, capped with pink areola, colored like a little girl's nipples actually, with a strong, protruding nipple. I just had to suckle them, so I took one into my mouth. Personally, I love being suckled while masturbating, or being masturbated. I slid a hand down her body and try to undo the button holding her jeans together. It came apart, but the zipper was defeating me. Her jeans were tight enough to prevent my hand getting down them until Shae pulled the zip down, then wriggled her cute ass a little, pushing her jeans down.
My hand flew to her mons, soft and with the really short bristle of a partly shaved pussy. This had to be a mowhawk, I felt. My fingers slid into the dampened channel between her labia lips, over her clit while my own lips sucked her nipples. She must love the same thing I do as her legs flew apart, allowing me unfettered access to her pussy. I stroked her clit and labia, occasionally putting a finger inside her love tunnel. She whimpered, yes, really whimpered at the pleasure this gave her. I suckled harder as I felt her body tensing, I stroked over her clit and plunged two fingers inside her and her back arched, she gasped and then moaned and cried out her release. This didn't seem long at all, she must have really been horny, maybe as bad as me.
