Quarantine Stories Ch. 01

Temmuz 20, 2022 0 Yazar: admin

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“There’s no fucking way!” I yelled at her.

“There’s not a lot choice in the matter, Rick,” she replied.

“Un-Fucking-Believable!” I screamed as I stormed into the next room.

I have every reason to be angry. I had just broken up with Jessica after discovering that she was cheating on me; and just when I was finally going to be rid of her by getting her out of our apartment, the fucking coronavirus outbreak is forcing us to stay in the same apartment.

We first met three years ago at our college graduation party. My girlfriend at the time had just dumped me a week earlier for another guy at the same time that her boyfriend broke up with her, also for another guy.

We met at the party and was introduced to each other by a mutual friend. I agreed to meet her, even though I was still depressed over my ex. I soon got over it when I saw Jessica. She was stunningly beautiful; long chestnut hair, amazing green eyes, a great body, and yes that means she had nice big tits. We had an instant connection. We drank, talked, drank some more, danced, drank some more, won a beer pong game together, drank some more, and finally went back to my place to fool around.

The next morning when I woke up with a severe hangover, I got dressed and left my bedroom and found her in the kitchen where she was also nursing her hangover. She gave me a tall glass of orange juice which I chugged down in less than ten seconds. We sat in the kitchen and talked for a good long time and decided to go out later that day for an actual date.

We both knew we were on the rebound. We discussed that early on, we didn’t want to fall into the trap that we just wanted to be with someone. But after a while we really began to fall for each other; and even though both our friends and family thought it was a bad idea and we were moving to fast, we decided to move in together.

Everything was going well. We both had good jobs, we were living in a great apartment, had a good social life and most of all we were in love with each other, or at least I thought so. So, you can imagine how devastating it was to me when she confessed that she was having an affair with a male co-worker for the last three months.

She claims that she doesn’t really know why she began the affair. She claimed that it was just a thing that happened. They were both working late, he was being very flirtatious, more so than he usually is with her and the other women in the office. Then while they were laughing at some good office gossip about their supervisors, he went for a kiss. She pushed him back at first; but when he went for another kiss, she let it happen and they both had sex on the floor of the file room. After that, they began meeting in secret to fool around some more. She said it wasn’t a serious thing, it was just about the sex. It was exciting and new for her. But after some time, she was feeling too guilty about what she was doing, ended it with that other guy and then confessed everything to me.

I went crazy. I smashed up a lot of our stuff; destroyed my TV. I called her horrible names; slut, whore, all that typical stuff you yell in situations like that. It got so bad that our neighbors had to call the cops on us; probably a good thing they did because when they came by, I was forced to calm down. After they saw that it was just a domestic dispute and nobody was going to get hurt, they left. She packed a few things and went to stay one of her friend’s place.

After almost a week apart, we talked on the phone she agreed that even though her name was on the lease, I lived in the apartment longer than she did so I deserved it more. We agreed on what to split up and while I was at work she kaçak iddaa would come by and take her stuff and be gone before I came home.

It should’ve been done just like that. But during this time, the coronavirus outbreak was finally beginning to spread around the country, and several states began going into lockdown mode. Except for certain businesses, most businesses were ordered to shut down. Those of us who were able to were working from home. And social distancing was highly encouraged at all levels.

That is why Jessica had no choice but to stay in my place. Just when she was about to come to my apartment to get her stuff, her office told her that everyone was going to be working from home. And because of social distancing, she couldn’t stay at her friend’s house anymore. So, the only thing that was left was for her to stay with me. And since we were both working from home, and couldn’t go anywhere because social distancing, we had to see each other a lot more.

After I calmed down, I met her in the living room and talked it out.

“We’re not going to get back together, no matter what” I told her.

“I don’t expect us to,” she replied.

“Unless it’s something very important, I want you to stay away from me.”

“No problem.”

“And while you’re here I expect you to be looking for another place to stay.”

“I definitely will.”

“And I’m not going to help you bring move your stuff into the spare bedroom, or help you set up your computer for whatever work you need to do.”

“I don’t expect you to. I’ll of course do everything myself.”

“Ok, why are you being so agreeable right now?”

“I have no reason not to be. You have every right to be angry, so I’m going to do everything I can to make this a pleasant situation as possible.”

I didn’t like that she was being so nice. I don’t know why I hated it, I felt that she needed to be less accommodating to me, so I could hate have more of a reason to hate her. But by being nice about it she was taking that away from me. But at the same time, I can’t blame her for being this way, I would be the same way.

In the first week things were going well. She stayed out of my way and we only when it involved apartment related matters. We stayed in our rooms to do our work most of the day and in the morning or evenings we said nothing to each other.

It was going well until one day; in the morning she came out of the bathroom after taking a shower wrapped in a bath towel. I’ve noticed in the past that she normally wraps a towel around her with the towel completely above her chest. This time it was half way down her breasts, exposing the top half of her tits. And in the evenings, she would use the living room to do her workouts, wearing a sports bra which she knows I like seeing her in. And there were other things like that such as the way she keeps wearing tight shirts, small shorts, smelling nice. Maybe I was overthinking it, but I felt she was showing off her body, like she was trying to get my attention. I wasn’t sure if that was the case, I thought about talking to her about it but without real evidence I would’ve looked bad in the situation. But at the same time being stuck in an apartment with a beautiful woman most of the day was starting get to me. I was jerking off a lot more than I normally would; and even though I tried to think of other women when I did it, I always ended up imaging Jessica.

Then in the second week things got more heated. Even with the lockdown, people were allowed to go out for exercise, so there were more joggers than I’ve ever seen before. I mostly prefer the treadmill at the gym but they were closed down so I began jogging, and I’ve been kaçak bahis doing it every day since the quarantine. One day near the end of that second week, I came back from a good jog and when I entered the apartment, Jessica was in the living room holding a basket of her laundry, while in her underwear. It wasn’t lingerie, your standard casual bra and panties. But it was black and showed a little extra cleavage.

“Sorry,” she began to say. “I didn’t think you’d be back so soon. I was going to do the laundry.”

“In your underwear?” I asked.

“I don’t have a lot of clean clothes; thought I’d get this done quickly.”

I walked over to her and slammed the basket out of her hands, the clothes fell all over the floor.

“Don’t play around with me!” I yelled.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she yelled back.

“I know what you’re doing. The way you’re dressing around me, all the perfume, the way you’ve been wrapping your bath towel around me.”

“MY towel?” she asked with a look of confusion.

“You never wrap your towel half way down your tits, always above them. Now, you always seem to come out of the bathroom just like that.”

“I never knew you noticed how that about me,” she said with a smile.

“I’ve always noticed these things. And now, here you are, just walking around in your underwear; your black underwear which you know I find sexy.”

“I’m telling the truth; this is just a coincidence.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it!” I yelled.

We both just stood there for several seconds, contemplating on what we were going to say next. Although I had plenty more to say, all I could do was look at her just standing there in her underwear. So, I just gave up, pulled her close to me and kissed her. We held each other tightly, embracing each other’s body.

We pulled away from each other and just looked at each other.

“I really wasn’t trying to mess with you,” she said. “It really is just a coincidence.”

“Ok,” I replied.

“Although, this underwear thing was on purpose.”

“At least I’m not entirely delusional.”

“I think we should just fuck and get it out of our system.”

“Fine,” I replied with excitement.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my bedroom. I began to take off my clothes and she took off her underwear. I missed seeing her naked, she was unbelievably beautiful.

“For the record,” I began to say. “I’m still pissed off at you for cheating on me.”

“I understand,” said as she got on the bed. “This is just sex; we’re just getting this sexual tension between us out of the way.”

“Exactly,” I said as I got fully naked. “By the way are you still on the pill, or should I get a condom?”

“The pill,” she answered.

I got right on top of her. We held our naked bodies close as we kissed passionately. I began kissing her neck before moving down to her breasts and smothered my face between them. I missed the way the felt on my face, I always joked with Jessica that if I could I’d love to die being smothered to death by her tits. I began sucking on her nipples while she grabbed my hair, my right hand going between her legs and I began fingering her, getting her very excited. Part of me knew that I shouldn’t be trying to pleasure her this way, she didn’t deserve it, but I was in the moment and went with it.

I moved my head away from her tits and got my body into position on top of her body. She instinctively opened her legs wide for me and I shoved my dick straight into her. Usually I like to start out slowly before I move fast, but this time I found myself just pounding away at her pussy which took her by surprise as she began moan heavily with each thrust into illegal bahis her body. He began to go faster as her nails were beginning to dig into his back.

We eventually turned and Jessica was now on top of me. Her hands were firmly paced on my chest as she was bouncing around my dick. My hands were firmly placed on her hips as she was riding me, kind of guiding her to go faster. I moved both my hands up her body and grabbed her bouncing tits and gave them a good squeeze.

When she began to slow down, I got her off of me and made her get on her hands and knees on the bed for doggie style. I positioned myself behind her, gripped my hands on her hips and started fucking her. She begged me go to faster, and I did. I began to slap her ass hard, leaving red marks in its place.

I stopped and made her get on her back again. I held her hands over firmly at her sides as I began pounding away at her pussy again.

“Tell me what a whore you are,” I ordered her.

“I’m a terrible whore,” she replied. “I’m a stupid bitch-whore.”

I was giving her all that I was screaming in my ear, begging for more. I kept going with the insults, most of which I didn’t mean despite her cheating, but she seemed to love it and I kept going. After about half an hour of fooling around, I couldn’t hold it much longer as much as I tried. I released my cum into her body and I began to slow down my fucking soon after. I learned to manage to get an extra one or two minutes of fucking after I ejaculate which I managed to do before I was finally finished.

I got off of her body and we lied next to each other as we were catching our breathes. Eventually, got up from the bed, grabbed her clothes and said goodbye as she walked out the door. I lied there contemplating what happened, as much fun as that was I didn’t want to get back together with her. Even though I still had strong feelings for her, she still cheated on me and I couldn’t let that slide.

After a while I got dressed and left my bedroom to talk to her about this situation. If found her in the kitchen, cooking two steaks on the stove while wearing one of my t-shirts and black panties. I always liked that look on her, and I thought it was extra sexy that she was dressed like this while cooking me dinner.

“Sit down,” she said. “I’m just about ready.”

I sat down as she put a plate of steak in front of me along with a beer.

“I know what you’re doing,” I began to say. “Its not going to work.”

She the sat on my lap and put her arm around me.

“Are you sure?” she asked. “After all this I have learned my lesson. I will be the good, loyal girlfriend that you deserve.”

“How loyal?” I asked.

“Well I’m not going to be your slave, or anything like that. But I have realized what it is that I was about to lose because of my stupidity, and I am willing to change a lot about myself to make this work.”

“Still, you cheated on me.”

“I think I have a way to make that up to you,” she said as she began to kiss my neck.

“How?” I asked as my dick began to rise again.

“Remember my old, college friend Susan?”

“Yes,” I replied. “The one you had you’re first lesbian experience with.”

“I still talk to her,” she said while still giving me little kisses around my neck and cheek. “She told me that she would love to hook up with me again.”

“She did?”

“Yes, and she said she would love it if you were to join us.”

“Oh, shit,” I said. “I’m weak, aren’t I?”

“No one could really blame you,” she replied.

And with that, we had a big kiss and we were back together again.

When the quarantine was over, she brought Susan over to our place and fulfilled her promise for the threesome between us. She agreed that it doesn’t fully make up for the cheating but she swore she would never let it happen again, and she was true to her word about that.

The End.

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