Quarantined Quartet: These Walls Have No Limits (slow burn) (sensual)

Seventeen days pre-quarantine

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Ashley

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I lay on my back, looking up. My eyes are drawn to Will’s chest, the definition of his pecs. He’s no doubt a grown man, but his chest hair is still slowly filling in. My gaze continues down, to his hard, big cock, about to enter me. His strong hands lift my legs, my knees spread to the sides of my body, inviting him in. I reach down to grab hold of his firm ass cheeks and pull him in, feeling his girth fill me inch by inch.

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Will has learned what I like. He has memorized my angles, and knows how to find my g-spot. I let out a shutter when he reaches it, even though I know it is coming. He rails into my spot over and over, and I squirm under his hard body. “Uh, uh, uh! Ohhh, yes. Ugh!,” I allow my pleasure to escape my body, knowing it won’t be long before our lovemaking will need much more discretion.

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When I’m at my edge, he pulls a hand from my leg, and firmly kneads into my clit, just how I like. It sends me over, no turning back. He starts to grunt and spasm, and soon I can feel him throbbing inside of me. My explosion begins just before his. Mid-orgasm, I feel his hot man liquid fill me and his muscular body spasms on top of me.

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“Last time we’ll be able to go that hardcore for a while, huh?” He asks, knowing it to be true. His tone is easy, despite the disappointment in his voice. It has become custom for him to stroll naked into the kitchen and get us ice cream after sex. No need to cover up when it’s just us. I watch his tight butt as it exits the doorway and his footsteps echo on the creaky wood floors down the hall. He returns, ice cream and spoons in hand, cock half full, and climbs back into bed. I take a bite of the cold, creamy chocolate ice cream, and feel the gravity of the changes soon to come.

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Two weeks pre-quarantine

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Ashley

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I have some trepidation about Veda and her boyfriend, Cade, moving in. She has been my best friend since middle school, and I want to be there for her when she needs me. Nonetheless, I feel my stomach turning on their moving day.

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I have been living with Will for nearly a year, and everything has been great. We have built a nice life for ourselves in our two bedroom loft in the city. It takes me a while to realize it, but my worries come from the fear of losing the little sanctuary we’ve created.

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There’s also the fact that Veda is an absolute knockout. We’re both 26, female, and after that, the similarities end. Veda is tall, has dark hair and was a model in high school. Her body is slim, but her breasts look large on her small frame, and she has a bubble butt for a skinny white girl. Veda’s face is sickeningly symmetrical, and she never has a piece of hair out of place. She uses her deep, rich brown eyes to easily charm. I used to tell her that she looked like Shannon Elizabeth back in high school. She looks the same 8 years later.

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Will has never given me reason to question his fidelity, but I get weary thinking about having a bombshell living in close quarters with him. Things inevitably happen when living together – doors are left open or walked in, people get comfortable and walk around wearing next to nothing. Not to mention we’ll be two couples living in a small space – we’re sure to have front row seats into each other’s sex lives. The frequency, noise level, duration, preference – all likely to inevitably be known by the other couple.

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Sprinkled in with the layers of jealousy, I feel some excitement at the thought of Will’s shaft growing at the thought of her. She’s not afraid to wear her skin tight yoga pants, or booty shorts, and his eyes are bound to be drawn to her. I look forward to seeing her in these states, myself. She and I have drunkenly made out on several occasions, with some roaming, grabby hands, too. We’ve never spoken about it, but there is an underlying vibration of sexual energy between us. It’s frequency is low enough to never act upon; we could easily be platonic friends our whole lives. However, the tension is there, meaning it could grow if nurtured properly.

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I’m not sure what to expect from Cade. He seems friendly and he appears to treat Veda well, but I don’t know much about him. He’s shorter and stockier than Will, and has lighter features. Cade was some kind of athlete in high school, wrestler or football player, or both. His short frame is packed with muscle, however. Generally, he’s a good looking man. The devilish side of my brain wouldn’t mind walking in on his shower by accident.

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My complicated feelings have to be pushed aside when they arrive in their moving truck. I have a flash of panic, looking down from our second floor window, facing the street. I’m reminded that in the end, I’m doing this for Veda. She has hit a tough time in her life, and needs a little support from her friend. She was laid off of her job unexpectedly, and will need a place to stay for a month or two until she has a steady income again. She has been a first-rate friend for me; the least I can do is give her a place to stay for a while.

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They’re nearly finished with unloading the truck. I walk down to the truck’s open gate, and find Cade in the back of the truck’s storage area, reaching up as high as he can to reach some loose items. I pause to take in his muscular form. His simple white t-shirt sleeve gives way to his chiseled arm muscles glistening with the sweat of hard labor. At his center, his shirt lifts, revealing his lower back, which is also defined and muscular. Cade’s skin looks pale and soft, and he lacks the dark, coarse body hair that Will has. My eyes drift down to his tight little rear, like two small hams under his Levi’s. I’m not sure if he catches me admiring him, but he eventually turns around and asks me to bring a lamp upstairs.

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Once the truck is empty, Cade leaves to return the rental. Veda joins us upstairs, and we give her a more detailed tour of their new room, as well as a full glass of wine.

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“I can’t believe the day is finally here,” Veda says, her eyes smiling and bright. “Everything has been moving so fast lately. I really appreciate you guys letting us stay here. It really won’t be long, just until we can start paying for our own place again.”

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“Of course, relax,” I reassure her. “You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need. Here’s your closet. Is that going to be big enough for both of you?” I motion to the standard sized closet, and it’s quickly apparent that all of Veda and Cade’s clothes will not fit in the closet.

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“We do have the four season porch,” Will chimes in. “We don’t really use it for anything but storage, and it’s basically another small bedroom. There’s already empty shelving in there, and I can throw together a makeshift closet to hang clothes in. Would that help?”

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Veda’s eyes light up, “Wow, yes, that would be amazing! I hate to say it, but I’m a typical girl and have way too many clothes.” She looks down at her boxes of clothes near us. There’s one at Will’s feet that is clearly her underwear. Will can’t avoid peeking at the lacy, stringy panties beneath him.

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Will is always the one to have a solution to things. I have no doubt he’ll have a temporary closet for her by the end of the day. I look down at his thin joggers that are tight around his crotch. I know that he is aroused, I can see the ridge of his head traveling farther and farther down his pants. “Sure, no problem,” He says. “I’ll go get started on it.” He walks away towards his project for the rest of the day. Veda and I admire his toned man ass while he strides away.

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Will

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I rack my brain assessing the supplies we have for a closet, and the ones we may need. I think we’ll have what we need, but I’ll have to go back into the porch and see for sure. Once back there, I remember why it’s called a “porch.” It has screened in windows along three of the walls. We’ve never bothered to apply shades or curtains since we don’t use the space often, and have never had the need for privacy. I notice that the door from the living room to the porch is clear glass. My mind fantasizes about Veda’s tall, thin frame stretched out in the porch, as she changes clothes. I would be able to see the whole show simply sitting on the couch watching TV. I decide to let her figure it out. This 1910s loft will have plenty of quirks the new residents will have to adapt to.

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LIke most century-old homes, this unit has one bathroom, and it’s situated right between the two bedrooms. Ashley and I are in the bathroom at the same time every day. The claw-foot tub has a clear wrap-around shower liner. We never bothered to find a proper shower curtain, since it was just us two. Every weekday, Ashley would be at the vanity, brushing her teeth or doing her makeup, while I was in the shower. It was where we shared about our upcoming day. On lucky mornings, she’d reach into the shower and jerk me off. I’m disappointed at the thought of losing those mornings.

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The bedrooms are small, and face each other. With doors open, you can see into one room from the other. I have a small yoga set-up in the living room, near the four season porch. I tried to start every morning with a 10-15 minute stretch or yoga sequence. Especially on warm days, I’d wear my trunk underwear, or nothing at all. That routine may very well be out the window.

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I’ve nearly completed the make-shift closet when Cade returns with takeout. We all pause what we’re doing and sit at the dinner table. Once we all have a drink ready, Veda speaks first, “To Ashley and Will, for opening their home to us.”

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We clink our glasses and take a sip. Veda continues, “But really, you guys, we don’t want to disrupt any of your regular routines. We will work around you. The last thing we want is for either of you to feel inconvenienced.”

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“Veda, I’m sure we’ll figure it out as we go,” Ashley chimes in.

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“No, no. We should figure some things out now. First is everyone’s morning routine and when they need to be to work. What does it look like now?” Veda asks.

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I speak up. “Well, Ashley needs to be at work before me, so she has dibs to the bathroom early. Then I jump in the shower while she’s doing her makeup and stuff.”

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As we eat the Mexican takeout, we discuss the morning routine in more detail. “Okay, this seems simple enough,” Veda proclaims. “Cade needs to be to work earliest. He should be in and out in plenty of time for Ashley. Then, Ashley and Will keep the same routine they’ve been doing. I go to work last, so once Will is all done, I’ll have my turn. Does that sound okay?” We all look at each other and nod in agreement.

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Cade hasn’t said much the entire day. I can’t blame him, he’s moving into his girlfriend’s best friend’s apartment. It must be weird for him. He has seemed nice enough, but I don’t know him very well. If nothing else, he seems like he’ll be a decent roommate.

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After dinner, we’re all tired and are getting ready to turn in. I want to show Veda her closet so she can start unpacking as soon as possible. She emerges out of her and Cade’s new bedroom in what some would consider pajamas. Her top is a loose-fitting, silky grey tank. She’s braless, as evidenced by her breasts falling lower on her body, although not much, and her nipples distinctly poke through the delicate fabric. Her shorts are the same color and material, and have virtually no inseam. I can see up her inner thigh, maybe an inch or two from her bits. Her plump butt cheeks just peek out the bottoms in the back.

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She seems pleased with what I’ve done for her. As I show her around the porch, she touches my arm innocently. I can’t prevent my body’s natural response and my length begins to react. She bends down for something, looks over, and her face is inches from my visibly aroused penis. She looks at it, pauses, and stands back up. Veda doesn’t seem bothered or affected at all. She only smiles warmly again, and rubs her hand up my arm, thanking me.

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We all say goodnight and retire to our rooms. My cock is aching at this point and I desperately hope Ashley is in the mood to fool around. I purposefully face her as I change into my sleeping boxers. “So, how are you feeling about everything?” My mostly erect cock points at her as I ask the question.

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She looks up from her phone. “Oh,” she chuckles, “Looks like you’re feeling pretty good.”

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I walk toward her, my animal instinct wanting to ravage her. I straddle her torso and lay her back on the bed. “I could be feeling much better.”

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Ashley raises an eyebrow, and flashes her lust in her eyes. “Mmm, you could, huh?” She purrs.

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I soak her in for a moment. Her long, blonde hair glows in the dim lighting. Ashley’s chest is larger than Veda’s despite Ashley’s smaller stature. I love her tits. They are round, juicy, and more than a handful. Scanning down, her wonderful tits give way to her soft belly. Ashley is more average sized than Veda, in terms of height and weight. However, Ashley has enhanced features in exactly the right places. Her ass is round, bubbly and perfect. She’s a true “thicc” girl, with drastic curves from her tits, torso, ass, and thighs. She’s my ideal body type in a woman.

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I reach down and kiss her, and she returns every ounce of passion. Once I lift my head from our kiss, she swiftly pulls my cock under her shirt, and proceeds to prepare me to titty fuck her. She squeezes her lovely tits together and I pump, feeling the pressure and suction. When it’s clear I need lubrication, she arches her head forward and slobbers all over my cock, then returns it down between her mounds. While I fuck her top half, I reach behind me and under her layers to rub her clit, which is already wet.

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We both know this will be a short sexual encounter, considering the long day and new housemates listening across the hall. Once she’s fully wet and aroused, I’m nearly ready to break. I crave her ass, so I reposition us so I can take her from behind. Our feet are on the floor, and she leans over the bed, opening her portal to me. I gather her juices with the head of my cock, and enter her slowly. She lets out a sharp moan, then tries to muffle it. We giggle, and I start to fuck her harder.

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Her moans go into the sheets now, and her fists grip the comforter on the bed. My hands are firmly around her pelvis, and I increase my intensity. Soon, I can feel my lust ready to explode. Ashley reaches down and fondles her clit; she is on her edge, too. Just before I unload into her, I look up, and see Veda’s reflection in the dresser mirror. She’s in the hallway, brushing her teeth. We left the door open, just enough to put on a show. My eyes widen and my lava flows into Ashley’s tight pussy. I look back up and lock eyes with Veda, who is still very clearly, intentionally looking. By the time Ashley and I are completed, Veda has disappeared back to her room.

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Six days pre-quarantine

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Veda

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The initial nerves of moving in have begun to fade. I’ve been exceptionally horny because Cade has refused to fuck here. He can be a little uptight sometimes. The time and privacy are limited to even masterbate. I would pleasure myself in the shower, but I can’t get in early enough and still make it to work on time. Maybe this morning, I will try and get in the bathroom a little early, I’m starting to feel edgy from the sexual frustration.

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Waking up to the early sun’s rays, we enter our second week of living with Ashley and Will. I look over and see Cade, still sleeping. The comforter is mostly off of him, and he lays there in his boxers. His morning wood is sticking out through his fly. Normally, I would blow him as a nice wake up call, but he has been so uncomfortable with us being intimate here that I won’t bother. I do take a moment and admire his cock, though. He has a large dick for a shorter man. And when he’s in the right mood, he is strong and limber, and can fuck all night.

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I sip coffee and watch the morning news while everyone else scurries around and goes off to work. Ashley is just leaving; I say goodbye to her, and hear that Will is still in the shower. Cade was the first to go, so it is only Will and I remaining. I recall Will’s erection the first night, he must have liked my pajamas. I worried they were too risque to flaunt in front of another man, even another woman. I took the chance, given that I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, and Cade is a closet cuck. He doesn’t seem to recognize it yet, but Cade totally gets off at the idea of another man fucking me in front of him. I hope to satisfy both fantasies some day.

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I tiptoe over to the bathroom, making loud creaking noises on the old wood floor. I knock gently on the door, and open just enough to project my voice into the room. “Hey Will, sorry to interrupt, but do you think I can get in here a little early today?” I hear him fumble, and I can see his silhouette through the foggy mirror.

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“Uh, yeah. Well, I still have to shave and stuff, so I guess I can try to be quick,” he replies, his answer uncertain.

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“Well, I don’t want you to be late because of me,” I call out. “If it’s okay with you, I’ll just hop in the shower while you’re finishing shaving at the sink. Is that okay?” My heart beats faster, anticipating his response.

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There is a pause. I’m sure he’s calculating his answer, in case he has to explain to Ashley. “Um. Sure. I. I guess that would be okay,” he stammers. “It’s okay with you?”

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He’s challenging me back, assuring I don’t mind if he sees me naked. “I really don’t care. If we’re going to live together, we’re gonna see more of each other eventually.”

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“Okay then. Sure. I’ll finish in the shower and then you’ll jump in while I shave.” He repeats the plan, as if he’s still uncertain.

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The water flips off soon after he responds, and I go ahead and enter. He looks surprised that I’m being so forward. He’s like a confused little puppy, and it is really a turn on. Will scrambles to grab his towel and cover up. I see a flash of his fleshy manhood before he can wrap the towel around himself. He’s still dripping, skipping the step of fully drying.

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His near shoulder length hair looks black with the wetness of the shower. I notice how toned he is. He’s not built like Cade, but he still has considerable muscle tone. Will is taller than Cade, and has several tasteful tattoos. He has manly patches of dark hair on his chest, and a trail down his belly to his pubes. My pussy feels bloated when I remember that Will is more in touch with feminine forces than Cade; he likes yoga, meditates, and is emotionally intelligent.

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Once he has the towel wrapped around him, he chuckles, “You must be in some kind of hurry.”

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“Just trying to be a good employee,” I respond, full of shit.

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We shuffle past each other, trading places in the small bathroom. He goes on with his shaving routine, and I begin to strip, just out of his eyesight. I take my time, and see him trying to get a peek out of his peripheral vision. “It’s okay to look, Will.”

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He looks over, accepting the invitation. He makes no eye contact, but rather feasts his eyes on my naked body. “You got your mental image?,” I joke.

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Will finally looks at me and smiles. “You’re really fucking hot,” he says. I’m surprised at how forward he is. “I’m not coming on to you,” he backtracks. “It was just a compliment.”

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“Will, relax,” I say. “We’re four attractive people living in close quarters. I’ll be surprised if we don’t all fuck each other by the time we’re done living together.” I’m not sure why I chose those words, but they slipped out anyways.

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We carry on, I enjoy the remaining hot water and he tends to his facial hair. I’m not feeling forward enough to start pleasuring myself in front of him, but I’m not far from it. I remove the shower head and spray the hot water all over my shoulders and back, then front, and down between my legs. The water pressure feels so good, I can’t help but focus on finding my clit with the jetstream. I let out a small gasp and notice through the shower liner that Will is looking over at me.

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“You alright in there?” He asks, smiling under his pretend concern. “That water pressure can be pretty high.”

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He knows what I’m doing, and now he’s toying with me. His awareness and playfulness has me throbbing to release myself. “Are you almost done? I need some time to myself,” I say in a rushed tone.

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Knowingly, he concedes and finishes his business. “All done. Enjoy your shower. Try twisting to the massage setting. I think it’s the best one,” he says as he leaves.

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I do as he says, and finally allow myself to release. I picture the snapshot of Will’s naked body I observed a few minutes ago, and imagine the damage he could do with his domineering cock. The stinging hot water collides into my clit until my legs are shaking. I try to come quietly, but I assume Will hears me. I don’t mind.

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Five days pre-quarantine

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Cade

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The media and everybody else keep talking about this new disease called Stellavirus, or STAVID19 for short. It began in Asia and is now infecting the US. The overreacting ones are predicting a pandemic, and the under reacting are not taking any precautions. I’m not sure where to stand on the issue. The whole thing gets me feeling anxious and edgy.

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It doesn’t help that I’m living with two strangers and I haven’t fucked my girlfriend in nearly two weeks. I’ve wanted to, but it has felt weird to get so intimate in a foreign space. I tell myself that maybe I need to get over it and open up. It’s probably true. Sleeping with Veda always helps me feel better. Maybe I’ll have a couple drinks tonight to loosen up, and put a move on her.

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I drink two of Will’s hoppy IPAs with my pad thai for dinner. The mild buzz does the trick, and I feel my edges dull. Ashely and Will are in their room, and Veda is changing into her pajamas in her porch closet. She has stripped down to her blue thong, not bothering to try and hide. Her willingness to be so open with her body and sexuality is such a turn on for me.

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I stride over to her and grab hold of her ass while it’s still bare. I take her in close and kiss her, and she melts into my arms. Pulling us to a chair opposite her clothes, I sit down and guide her down to my desperate cock. She likes when I take control; she licks her lips and accepts the task willingly. Veda unbuckles my belt, opens my jeans, pulls down my boxer briefs, and swallows my thick shaft.

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I exhale with relief, it feels amazing to be back inside of her. I look out into the open living room and at first, a pang of anxiety hits, being so exposed. Then she takes me deeper and the worry leaves. Her bare ass cheeks are facing the common area. If our housemates walked into the living room, they’d have a clear view of Veda’s blue thonged ass and her dark hair bobbing my knob. The coast is clear, and I lean my head back to enjoy all the sensations.

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Veda moves to my balls, and strokes my cock. I lift my head to watch her masterful mouth work when I see a figure move in the living room. It’s Ashley. She’s brushing her teeth in her pajamas – gray t-shirt with no bra and blue baggy yoga pants. Her nipples can easily be discovered when she wears this shirt. Ashley looks at the scene before her, and doesn’t move. She holds the toothbrush inside of her mouth, white toothpaste foaming between her lips, and stares, drinking us in. Veda is clueless and keeps sucking my balls, and strokes my cock straight into the air, in plain sight for Ashley to see. She takes a long glare of my shaft and lifts her eyes back to meet mine. We share a moment, where our eyes are connected while Veda has me in her mouth, and it is intoxicating – even more than the alcohol.

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Ashley lingers until Veda is back to taking my whole length in her mouth. Veda takes all of me, her lips reach down to the base of my shaft. Ashley’s eyes and Veda’s lips have me reaching my breaking point. My orgasm builds and releases quickly, I have no chance of savoring it. Ashley peers into my eyes while I cum into Veda’s mouth. Then Ashley disappears. Veda lifts her head, licking her lips, smiling. “Good to have you back,” she teased.

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Day of quarantine

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Ashley

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The Stellavirus thing has everyone on edge. There are rumors and speculations that soon everything will be shut down and we’ll have to essentially keep ourselves inside for an unforeseen amount of time. It’s such a strange thing to accept as reality, that I don’t think any of us fully recognize its gravity.

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We all still plan to go to work this morning, and get ready in our typical order. Cade is first to go, and he has just walked out the front door when I’m ready to shower. I start to crank the shower handle when I realize I don’t have a towel. The constant shifting of people has my routine all thrown off, this is the third time I’ve forgotten my towel the past couple weeks. Before, I’d simply creep out into the hallway to the linen closet, grab a towel and tiptoe back. No one was around to see me stroll the hallway naked before, so I figure I’m good to go again.

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The first part of my mission goes according to plan. I’ve reached the closet and am reaching up for a towel when I hear footsteps. Cade is standing there, in his button up shirt and dress pants. “I forgot my keys,” he explains. He pauses and takes me in, like I did to him. “Well, I guess we’re even now, aren’t we?” He says, smirking while he starts back towards the front door. I’m frozen for a moment when he calls back, “Don’t forget a towel!”

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The tension in the loft has been palpable. There is distinct sexual tension, I think between all of us. The close quarters living has meant we’ve had to get to know each other very well the past two weeks. By this point, we’ve all at least seen each other in underwear, if not naked. However, there is also tension about the virus, which makes it a difficult place to relax.

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