Love in the Time of Covid Pt. 03

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I didn’t want to appear desperate or horny or like a man slut, but damn was it tempting to pop by her place every day or so. I told myself to hold off and make it a once or twice a week thing at the most, because I worried that pushing my luck would result in her completely ghosting me. But she was fun as hell to think about.

Mike had commented on my good attitude. “You’re in a good mood today,” he laughed. “Some pretty girl on Facebook send you a titty pic?”

“Better,” I grinned. “But that conversation is not-safe-for-work.”

“You lucky bastard.”

“You have no idea.”

It was Monday, my long shift. It was nearly eight o’clock in the evening, and I was supposed to be clocking out. I had three GroceryMaxx orders to pick up and deliver, and then I would be on my way home. I had planned on going by Venus’s house tonight, but I needed the delivery orders. Finally I was able to clear my line, pull my till, and get off work. I was pushing a cart in front of me and pulling one behind, picking up stuff for my orders, when I saw a flash of red in my peripheral vision. I left the carts and went around the corner to see her, standing at the pharmacist’s counter. She looked fidgety, and shoved her paper envelope into her purse when the doctor handed it to her, and scurried off into the rest of the store to go pick up whatever else she needed. I smiled, thinking about the blush on her face last time I’d seen her.

I grabbed the last few things I needed for my orders and was waiting in line to ring them up when I saw her in the corner of my eye. The line was pretty long, so I left both of my carts there for a minute and walked over to where she stood in the produce section. She had a variety of things in her basket on her arm; chicken breasts, canned beans, and some bread. She was standing in front of the vegetables, eyeing the cucumbers.

Oh, we’re doing this again, huh? I grinned and walked up behind her as she put the cucumber in her basket. She turned around when she felt a stranger invade her 6-feet of space, and her eyes widened as she saw me.

I looked down at her basket, and then back at her. She couldn’t see my expression with my mask on, but I could see her eyes get bigger and her cheeks get a little pink.

“I get off at nine,” I said softly, and reached into her basket, putting the cucumber back in the pile. “So will you.” I winked and returned to the line to finish my orders, reveling in the increased redness of her cheeks. I had spent the past few days coming up with new things I wanted to do to her. Letting her simmer and think about it for an hour or so would only make it more fun.


The audacity. I mean really.

To be fair, I had legitimately planned on using it in the way he thought I would. But he hadn’t been by in three days. And this time, my vibrator had died.

I finished my shopping and went home, took a shower, shaved, and put on a little bit of makeup. I grabbed one of my plain button-downs and tied it under my boobs, and pulled a pair of boy short underwear with “spank me” written on the cheeks. Why I felt like cleaning up for him I wasn’t sure, but I was getting more and more excited every minute that ticked by.

But after the first ten minutes past nine, I was getting a little antsy. He’d said nine, right? Fuck, where was he? Now it was twenty minutes past. Maybe there was a last minute rush? I had decided to wait to eat dinner until he’d come over so I wasn’t fucking him on a full stomach, but I was getting hungry and frustrated. It was getting late and I decided to order a pizza, since I wasn’t in the mood to cook. I placed my order and saw that it would arrive around ten o’clock. That would give him enough time to get here and leave before the pizza arrived, right?

Finally, at almost a quarter to ten, there was a knock at the door.

Don’t rush, don’t act like a horny slut, don’t act needy, I told myself. But the anticipation had been killing me. I went to the door and opened it just a crack at first to see if it was my boy toy, or my dinner.

It was the toy. “What the fuck, dude,” I asked.

“Sorry, this old lady gave me shit about getting her the wrong frozen casserole. I had to go back to the store and exchange it and bring her a new one.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, get in here.”

I opened the door and moved out of the way and he stepped in, whistling when he saw what I was wearing. He stepped up close to me and ran his hands around my waist and grabbed my ass. “You dress up for me today, sweet cheeks?”

“Yeah well, see if I ever do it for your late ass again.” He leaned in like he was going to kiss me. Nope, no way, not doing that, I thought. For whatever reason, I didn’t really want to share my lips with a stranger. We were just fuck-buddies, not boyfriend and girfriend.

I turned my head so he missed and got my ear instead. He smiled against my skin and nibbled down my neck, untying the shirt and tossing it to the side. He cupped my breasts in bursa escort his hands, sighing as he pressed his face into them, his thumbs rolling over my nipples. We were still standing in the hallway and I was about to lose my balance, so I grabbed his shoulders to steady me. He started sucking on my nipples, teasing at one of them, and then the other.

“Should we-” I began.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, and squeezed my breasts harder.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said.

“No, let’s not,” and he stood up and dragged me over to the couch in the living room.

Well this is new, I thought. He pushed me onto the couch so I was kneeling on the seat, looking over the back of it towards the closed window. He stood behind me, pressing into me, his arms wrapping around me. With one hand he held my tummy, squeezing it gently. The other hand went around my neck. He pushed my chin up and I gasped a little at the roughness compared to last week’s slow teasing escapades.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you for the past hour and a half,” he growled into my ear, and my eyes widened. He was breathless as he spoke, and my pussy clenched at his tone.

“Well get on with it then,” I said, but it came out a pitiful breathy moan. I hated how I had no control over my voice when I got turned on, and it seemed to be worse with him.

He let go of my waist and I squeaked when his hand came down hard on my ass. It surprised me more than it hurt. Honestly the “spank me” panties had just been a joke, and my ex had never really done it, so I was shocked when I felt that familiar tingle in the pit of my stomach. He spanked me a few more times, heat spreading through my ass, my pussy, and my whole body. He pushed my hair out of the way and roughly kissed the back of my neck, and then pulled my panties down to my knees and ran a finger over my pussy.

“You like that,” he grunted, rubbing the lips of my pussy gently but missing my clit. I moved my hips slightly to get him to hit the target but he just moved with me. Frustrated, I struggled and gyrated to try to get him to touch me where I wanted him to, but he just laughed in my ear as he stayed right out of range.

“Come on,” I groaned. “My vibrator died yesterday and I’m literally dying.” I’d bought batteries while I was out, but hadn’t used the thing because I knew he was coming over.

He chuckled and reached forward, opening the blinds on the window. I gasped. I was naked, and although nobody could see because my chest was pressed against the backrest of the couch, if someone looked up and saw us, it wouldn’t be a far stretch to know what we were doing.

He let go of my neck and held me by the hair with one hand while he unbuttoned his jeans with the other, pushing them down just enough to get is dick out. He stepped up closer to me and put one hand on my back, and his other reached down low right above my clit. I arched my hips trying to get him to touch me. My whole body was quivering and my sex ached. If I tilted forward, I could feel his cock, but it wouldn’t go in, it just rubbed against my wet slit. if I arched back, his fingers neared my clit but didn’t touch. I was essentially humping air and not getting any.

“Needly little thing, aren’t you,” he said.

“Ugh,” was all I could say. Now I could feel his cock against my ass, twitching slightly and getting harder, and a little precum rubbing onto my legs. I struggled to get out of his grip. I’d just grab him, throw him on the couch, and fuck him myself if he was going to tease me like this. But with his legs pressed against the back of my knees and his hand holding me in place, I was powerless to get out of his grip.

“Tell you what,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “How about you tell me your name, and I’ll give you an orgasm or three.”

“Fuck me,” I said. I didn’t tell him just on the principle of the thing. I wasn’t about to let him win this battle just because he asked.

“Well I’m trying but you’re not making it easy.”

“Fuck you,” I spat.

“Bit of a potty mouth. Maybe you need to be spanked again.” He let go of my pelvis and spanked me a few more times on my ass, which just made me wetter.

“Oh my god please.”

“No, see, that was last week’s game. This week, I want your name, so I have a name to put to your pretty face.” His fingers went back to my pelvis, and rubbed harder right above my clit, pulling the skin up so that the hood moved up and down on top of it, sending powerful clenches of desire through me but not enough to get me off.

“Fuck!” I yelled. “Rachel. Now fuck me!”

He pulled back from me just enough to reposition himself so he could fit inside me. Painfully slowly, he pushed himself inside, one little bit at a time. I gasped and wriggled trying to speed up the process but he went slow, painfully slow. Finally he bottomed out inside me and my pussy had something to clench down on. I sighed in relief as I felt that subtle stretch of being filled. He put a knee on the couch bursa escort bayan between mine, and he found my clit with his fingers. He fucked me slowly, not pounding me the way I wanted him to. Rhythmically, all the way in, all the way out, driving me wild with desire while he gently played with my clit.

“You’d better keep a straight face,” he said, sounding breathless. “There are people outside. Looks like they’re having a nice chat with their dogs.” His fingers massaged my clit, and backed off whenever he felt me start to clench.

“I hate you,” I whimpered.

“Yeah, but you need it. You hate it, but you like it, too. My pretty little slut.”

He was right, I was totally a slut for him. My face burned with embarrassment and I felt my pussy clench in desperation at his words. My orgasm was building rapidly, and I was right there. So close. He kept building me up by rubbing my clit and then stopping, but he wouldn’t speed up his slow, rhythmic thrusts. I choked on another moan.

“They’ll probably be done talking here in a minute,” he said. I growled at his smug voice, but my body kept aching. Finally the people outside the window parted ways.

“Now will you fuck me?” I asked. I hated sounding like I was begging but nothing but release mattered to me at that point. “Please for the love of god. Please fuck me.”

He let loose, letting go of my back and grabbing me by the neck again. I gasped and struggled to breathe as his fingers attacked my clit and he thrust into me as fast as he could. I came almost immediately, and screamed at the relief.

“That’s right you needy little slut, give it to me,” he panted in my ear. “You give me that cum.” I’d never been fucked in this position before, and his cock was hitting my g-spot with every thrust. My pussy clenched around him and I embraced the hot wave of fire and the explosion of pleasure running through my whole body.

I rode that long, sweet wave for what felt like forever, finally begging him to stop assaulting my clit. He let go of it, but he grabbed my hips and pulled them into his while he fucked me from behind until he finished. I lay forward on the couch, quivering slightly at the aftershocks of my orgasm. He climbed onto the couch and laid down so his head was resting on my tummy, and his hands looped up under my ass, holding me close to him.

We laid there for a while, breathing hard and fast, and then deeply, and then slowly and lightly, neither of us moving. I could feel his breath on my skin, and his hair tickling my waist a little.

“Rachel?” Hearing my name come out of his mouth startled me, and I liked hearing it more than I was willing to admit.

“Uh… yeah?”

“Are you hungry? Your stomach is growling.”

“Yeah I ordered a pizza, it should be here any minute.” I reached down and let my fingers trail over the tribal tattoo that circled his left arm. “I got ‘meat lovers.’ You want some?”

“Fuck yeah.”

We laid there a minute or two longer before he sat up and put his dick back in his pants. My underwear was soaked through so I grabbed it and tossed it in the laundry pile in the corner of the kitchen with all the dish rags and washcloths that had accumulated. I should probably do laundry at some point, I thought. I put on my button-down shirt and was finishing with the last few buttons when there was a knock at the door.

“One second,” I yelled, and ran to find some pants. But he stopped me, standing in the hallway and blocking the way.

“Move,” I said, trying to shoulder past.

“If you answer the door in just your shirt, I’ll pay for the pizza.”

I looked down. The shirt was long enough that you couldn’t see anything, but if I turned around or bent over you’d definitely see my ass.

But it was a twenty buck pizza. Besides, why the fuck did I care if a stranger saw me pantless? I’d fucked my grocery delivery boy.

“When did my life turn into a porno,” I mumbled and turned around. He followed me to the door and pulled out a few bills for me to give to the delivery kid, and then stepped off to the side and sat back down on the couch so he was just out of view. I opened the door wearing nothing but my shirt.

The poor kid who answered the door didn’t seem to notice at first, but my legs must have caught his attention as he counted out my change. He had to re-count it three times before he got it right and then handed me the pizza box, blushing fiercely. He turned to leave immediately.

“Hey!” I yelled.

He turned around suspiciously.

“You forgot your tip.” I held out a five. He walked back and took it, trying not to look at me, and awkwardly mumbling something before hurrying down the hallway towards the parking lot.

I snickered and shut the door, and handed back over the change. “You happy,” I asked.

“That was immensely entertaining.”

“Thanks for the pizza,” I smirked, and set the box on the table.

“Do you have any Ranch?”


We gorged ourselves on pizza escort bursa and a few beers, and then retreated to the couch. He’d brought the books he’d mentioned, and launched into a detailed explanation about how absurdly incorrect the video games and the tv show were compared to the real story.

“I mean, they completely diverted the story line with Ciri! By the time they meet in the field, it should have been their fourth meeting! And the torture scene after the Deovil was one of the best short stories in the book, and they totally just skipped over it.”

He followed me as I took the books and set them on my nightstand, grabbed the remote, and collapsed into the bed.

“And how Yennefer’s eyes turned purple? They missed the Battle on the Hill! That’s why her eyes-“

“Can you, like, not spoil this for me? I will read those,” I said. “I’m not just going to let them sit on my nightstand for three weeks and then return them.”

“Fair enough.” he said. He sat beside me and propped a pillow behind his back, and watched me scroll. “What do you do, anyway?”

“Marketing. Big Corporate America shit.”


“Yeah well, it pays well and I’m one of the only ones not on furlough.” I kept scrolling and settled on Disney Plus.

“Hey there’s a new episode of Mandalorian out,” he said. “Have you watched it yet?”

“I haven’t watched any of it.”

I felt him still beside me.

“Star Wars just isn’t really my thing.”

No answer. I glanced over at him. He was staring at me in mild shock. “But…”

“It’s not like I think it’s bad, or that I don’t like it, it’s just not my go-to. You know?”

“But… but it’s Mandalorian. Baby Yoda. Vigilantes. It’s right up your alley.”

“You don’t know my alley!”

“Oh,” he grinned. “Yes I know your alley pretty well by now.”

I shoved him in the chest and he laughed as he righted himself.

“No seriously, it’s good. Give it one episode.”

I clicked on the show. Whatever. It couldn’t be that bad. Plus, Baby Yoda.

“Oh, we don’t have to watch it now-“

“Well since it’s such a big fucking deal to you, I guess we do.”

He shut up and leaned against the pillow, biting his lip and running a hand through his hair. I watched the screen but could feel him looking over at me. He didn’t say anything.

“What,” I said, and turned to face him.

He was looking at me like… like what? What kind of expression was that? Curiosity? Surprise? Endearment? Affection? “What?” I said again.

“Nothing.” He turned back to the screen and settled down to watch with me.

We watched quite a few episodes. I hated to admit it, because I hated to admit anything, let alone him being right, but the show was fun. Also I ended up a little closer against him by the end of each episode. Was it him shuffling closer as he readjusted, or me?

By the end of the fourth episode, I was leaning against him and he had his arm around my shoulder. He smelled like garlic and beer, and sweat, and Dove soap. It was a little addicting. And I didn’t want to admit it but I was getting turned on again. My head was leaning against his chest, and the arm that was around me was subconsciously playing with the ends of my hair, occasionally brushing my arm. I fought the goosebumps.

I was seriously considering turning around and climbing on top of him when he lost his shit at the end of an episode.

“Oh shit! Oh shit do you-oh my God! Do you know who that is!”

“No, what? What’s wrong!”

And then he started naming characters that I didn’t know, and launched into an in-detailed explanation of past movies, books, what was cannon and what wasn’t, and some snake monster that I wasn’t following. He sat up and started gesturing wildly with his hands, essentially pushing me off of him, and I watched him excitedly try his best to follow a straight line of thinking and not divert down rabbit trails as he explained the lore behind the character I’d just witnessed.

He was so animated and enthralled, like telling me this lore was the most important thing he’d done all day. His eyes got all bright and he grinned, like, actually grinned. The light caught the septum piercing under his nose as he gestured and his head moved as he spoke. And that smile… it was fucking adorable. It was sweet, kind of geeky and over-excited. Not his smug sexy little “yeah I know you want me” smile, but his legitimate smile, fun and relaxed, and it kinda made my heart squeeze a little.

Nope, wait, that’s my pussy. Not my heart. Just checking.

I got tired of trying to follow his explanation, and shuffled a little to reposition myself across from him. I started unbuttoning my shirt as I watched his eyes.

It was kind of funny, because he could tell I was taking my shirt off, but somehow what I was doing wasn’t really registering with him. He was still going on about Beskar. When I straddled him and started unbuttoning his jeans, his conversation slowly trailed off and he quieted.

“What… what are you doing?” he swallowed hard. His eyes darted from my face to his jeans and then up to my breasts.

“Lift your butt up.”

He did so, helping me pull his jeans and boxers off. “What… Rachel?”

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