Note from the author: If you stumble upon this story by chance, I encourage you to read Chapters 1 and 2 first. Stir Crazy is the story of a relationship between two people yearning to escape the pressures of these difficult times and, like all stories, there's a beginning, middle, and end. Don't worry -- the chapters are short and fun-filled and they'll provide the context you need to enjoy what follows. Merci! Petitmort
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A month had passed since the fateful day of Juliet and Jake's first date. It had been a virtual date, of course, as both of them were careful about following social distancing rules. They weren't in an at-risk group, nor were they particularly paranoid about catching the virus, but they both felt a sense of responsibility for doing the right thing, for helping to bend the curve. As hard as the social isolation was, they felt it was a sacrifice well worth making if it meant saving lives. Besides, their online romance was fucking hot.
Starting that first night, when he had orchestrated a "Zoom dinner" followed by "Zoom lovemaking", they had met online just about every day. Sometimes, multiple times a day. Some of the video calls started off as a friendly chat and then evolved into a flirtatious, sexy back and forth. Other times, it was a long, personal conversation where they would curl up in their respective easy chairs and just talk -- about their pasts, their futures, and the formative experiences in their lives. During these long calls, they developed a deep understanding and appreciation of each other, their quirks and idiosyncrasies, their fears and aspirations. They had become friends as well as lovers.
But the most eventful ones were at night. From the comfort and intimacy of their beds. There was something about the face-to-face nature of the video call, close yet somehow distant, that melted any inhibitions they might have had.
As bedtime approached, Juliet would usually treat herself to a bath. It was her gift to herself, part of her ritual to stay sane, to avoid going stir crazy. Afterwards, she would towel off in front of her vanity thinking about her nightly adventure with Jake. Her pulse would quicken with anticipation. She would even apply a touch of perfume before going to bed, as if he might somehow sense it. Then, she would slide between the soft cotton sheets, naked as a baby, and wait for him to "arrive".
Jake too found it hard to concentrate on anything leading up to their calls. She was so beautiful, he thought. And her voice was so damn sexy. He could listen to her accent all day long and not get tired of it. Also, and not insignificantly, she was the most sexually responsive woman he had ever known. He loved watching her give herself over to the ecstasy of sexual passion. The expressions on her face, the sounds she would make, the way she'd lapsed into French the more excited she grew -- it was all such a turn on for him. He'd have a hard-on an hour before their call even began.
The last few nights, they had taken to entertaining themselves by telling each other their fantasies. They would lay in bed on their sides, their laptops next to them, looking at a closeup of the each other. Whispering to each other, it was as if they were laying side by side in the same bed. As things heated up, they would sometimes pivot the laptop to pan the camera across their bodies, to show each other the effect their conversation was having on them. He would feast on her gorgeous breasts, her nipples standing up with excitement, and the glistening lips of her pussy. She would take in his muscular arms, his washboard abs, and his perpetually tumescent cock.
Tonight, as per his nightly ritual, Jake climbed into bed at a quarter to ten. He was nude, as usual, his cock at the ready in anticipation of their nightly revelries. He set up his laptop on the bed next to him. A candle on the nightstand cast the room in a soft glow. He tilted the screen of the laptop and positioned it just so -- he was a stickler for a nice visual.
Meanwhile, fresh from her bath, Juliet strode across her bedroom with laptop in hand. She, too, was nude -- her beautiful, firm breasts with pert upturned nipples bouncing ever so slightly. She slid into bed, positioned the laptop, and lit her own candle. She ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair and fluffed it up to give it body. She lay against the pillow and positioned the sheet so it revealed her shoulder one of her breasts. She wanted to look good for him. Then she tapped the icon to initiate the call.
"Hey," he said, smiling. "How're you doing?"
"I'm hanging in there," she answered.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Eh. Got that cabin fever again," she sighed.
"Me too" Jake answered. "How are you holding up?"
"You know," she shrugged. "Comme çi, comme ça. I thought by this point we'd be past the worst of it. But all the new hot spots, all the dying ... it never ends."
"Yeah. Just when we think it's behind us. Boom."
"I'm just ... so weary of it."
"I know," he said softly. "You know I'm always here for you, right?"
On the computer screen, she could see his eyes, full of sympathy for her.
"Oh, Jake, if it wasn't for you..."
"I know," Jake nodded. "I feel the same way. I look forward to these calls like you wouldn't believe."
A pause and then words flowed out of her in a torrent.
"I can't wait 'til you can just come downstairs and join me in my bed. I want to feel your body against mine so much! When we get the all clear -- when they end all these rules -- I'm going to do such things to you you'll remember it as long as you live."
"I can't wait," he smiled. "I bet we'll be damn good together too. After all these nights practicing."
"Yes, all this practicing..." she answered. "Jake, I have a confession to make."
"Yeah, what's that?" he answered.
"I was thinking about you earlier today. And I couldn't help it ... I started touching myself ... Thinking of you."
"Oh yeah?" Jake replied. "Well, don't worry, you're not alone."
"Really?" she replied. "You too?"
"Big time...And I do mean big."
"What happened?" she asked.
"An hour ago. I was just thinking about this. Our video call. And I got so so hard."
"Oh, Jake! That's so sweet. Thinking about me made you big and hard."
"Bigger and harder than I think I've ever been. That's the effect you have on me."
"Mmmm, I like that. It makes me feel all warm inside. As for me, I was getting ready for bed," she said.
"What were you wearing?" he asked.
"I was naked. In the bath."
"And you were you touching yourself?"
"I was," she answered. "I couldn't stop myself. Not that I wanted to."
"And you were fingering your pussy?" he asked.
"Tu es mechant. Such a nasty boy you are."
"Well, were you?" he asked.
"As a matter of fact, I was. I was imagining you inside of me."
Her body squirmed, involuntarily.
"And was your pussy getting wet?"
She squirmed again, rocking her hips slowly.
"Mmmmm, maybe."
"Dripping wet?" he asked.
She nodded, biting her lip.
"I'm afraid so," she answered.
"Nothing to be afraid about."
She lets out a deep breath, her hands finding her wetness.
"Like I am right now..." she whispered.
He smiled.
"I'm fucking hot too," he said.
"Show me," she implored.
He turned the camera to show her. His cock was standing straight up, the head swollen with veins bulging.
"I told you," he said. "I'm like this all the time."
"Oh, I love that I have that affect on you! Did you jack yourself off? Thinking about me? Did you just ... spray your cum everywhere?
"I wanted to -- but I didn't have a chance. I had to get ready for tonight."
She gave a pouty look.
