[MF] The story of how a global pandemic led to me fucking my beautiful, sexy, 20-year-old neighbor.

The age of quarantine has been a strange one. This past January, my girlfriend took an offer from her employer to work in Spain for six months. She was excited, and the experience would be a boon for her career, but naturally we feared it may lead to the dissolvement of our relationship. Neither of us took the decision lightly.

After a few days’ reflection and some long and honest discussions, we both decided that the opportunity was too good for her to pass up. It also afforded me a chance to visit in the spring. Or at least, so we thought.

The advent of Coronavirus has changed our perspective. My girlfriend has been rooted to Savilla while I remain at my home in Michigan. At first, she frantically attempted to come back, but travel got complicated and ultimately she decided to stay. She’s working from her apartment there, as it’s as safe as anywhere these days. I’m not sure when – or if – she’s coming home.

Meanwhile, back at my house, Michigan has remained pretty buttoned-up. My neighborhood has taken the governor’s advice and stayed close to home. My street, which is mostly comprised of middle-aged to senior citizens, does not exactly fit my demographic. I mean, I am middle-aged (36) but I’m single, never-married, and have no children. My neighbors are great people – super friendly and kind, and I have a good relationship with most all of them (at least the ones that I have met).

For the last two months, on days that weather permits it, most of us have been outside to escape the doldrums of home confinement. We’ve even had a small parade for the children on my street, all at the appropriate distance, of course. Many of my neighbors, myself included, have gone for exercise more frequently and have stopped to chat with each other for longer than we used to. We’re all lonely, I guess.

One sunny afternoon, I was outside, drinking a beer and poking around with some yardwork when Stephanie jogged by. She lives three houses up with her parents and brother. I am friendly with them all. They are frequently outside and I’ve seen the kids grow up a bit in the five years I’ve lived on the street.

They’ve lived here longer. Both kids attended the local schools and went off to college. The son graduated and moved to South Carolina. The daughter, Stephanie, just finished her junior year at college.

Steph was in high school when I first moved to the neighborhood and I remember her tooling up and down the street in her little used Ford Focus her parents bought for her. She was young and awkward and I paid her little mind other than to wave occasionally when she passed by as I mowed my yard.

Since she went off to college, I saw far less of her in the neighborhood. Honest to God, she really wasn’t ever on my mind. I more-or-less completely forgot about her existence. Out of sight, out of mind. However, when she ran past me that afternoon, that definitely changed. She looked fucking GREAT.

I couldn’t believe how much hotter she was. Her body was tight and she’s just more grown up. She’s a young woman now. She works out a lot and it shows. She’s tall and slender and has a fucking thigh gap in her ubiquitous yoga pants. I watched her run by and stood in shocked admiration. Maybe it was because we were all stuck at home, but I couldn’t help but notice how fucking sexy Stephanie was looking during her run. I decided I needed to stay outside more so I could say hello during her next jog.

A day or two later I was outside as she was finishing up a run. She was fiddling with her Apple watch or Fitbit or something, sweaty and panting and looking fine as fuck. I caught her attention and smiled. She smiled back and said hello. We know each other, but quite casually. We chatted about the cancellation of school and the crazy state of affairs. It was a friendly and fun convo. I was admiring her body and her beautiful smile. About five or so minutes in, she asked about my girlfriend. I didn’t know she was so observant. I told her about the Spain co-op she was on for work. How she was over there for the foreseeable future. She was attentive and engaged in the discussion.

“That’s too bad,” Steph said. “You guys were such a cute couple.”

“That’s nice of you to say,” I said. “How about you? Are you dating anyone at school?”

“Yeah, my boyfriend went home to Louisville,” she said. “I don’t know when I’ll see him again.”

“Hmm,” I thought to myself. “Long distance,” I said. “That’s tough.”

“Yeah, it’s a weird time. I doubt we even go back to school in the fall.”

“Yeah, strange times indeed,” I replied. “Well, if you or your parents ever want to sit outside and have a drink, let me know.”

“That’d be great! It’s getting really boring sitting at home,” she replied.

I watched her walk toward her parents’ house, her long brown hair in a pony tail, her long, slender legs striding, making her firm ass bounce. “Fuck me, I kinda want to fuck the college girl next door,” I laughed to myself.

Later that evening, I’m watching Guy’s Grocery Games and cleaning up the kitchen after dinner when I absent-mindedly check Facebook on my phone. I have a friend request from Stephanie! I don’t think she uses FB much, being young and all, but I don’t have a big social media presence so it was probably all she could find. The fact remained that she sought me out!

That night I scrolled through her photos and – I admit – I masturbated to her. I had an incredible fantasy fuck with her and came super hard. “WTF am I doing?” I thought, post-cum. “I’m going to ruin my neighborly friendship with her parents if I pursue this.” I put my phone down and fell asleep.

It was Friday – several days later – when I went on a grocery store run and passed Steph on a run. I was in my car. I saw her jogging toward me and wanted to slow down and speak, but she was in the zone and so I just gave her a wave. She saw me and waved back with a cute, beaming smile. In her workout clothes, she looked so fucking fine.

I didn’t see her again for about a week. The weather was crappy and I never saw her go out for a run (though she probably did). I was busy with work and generally occupied so I hadn’t really been thinking about her or anyone really. It was one of those long, gray, rainy Midwest weeks that we tend to have.

That Friday, I was eager for the weekend, even though there was nothing I could really do. Bars and restaurants closed. Social life diminished. But work had been a bitch and the weather was finally nice again and a cold beer and my very own “happy hour” sounded great. After a few cold ones, I went for a walk with a beer in my hand. I passed Stephanie’s house and her dad was outside. I raised my beer and commented on the day.

“Gorgeous,” he said. “You’ve got the right idea with that beer!”

“You know it,” I replied. “I saw Steph on a run last week and told her that all of you are welcomed to come over and sit on the patio some time and have a pandemic happy hour.”

“Yeah, that sounds great,” he said.

“OK, well, I’ll be around,” I said, and kept walking.

Later that afternoon, all three come down with a six-pack. I didn’t know if they were cool with Stephanie drinking – I learned from a casual comment that she’s 20 years old – but she cracked one and her parents didn’t bat an eye. We chit-chatted and listened to tunes and kept our six-foot CDC barriers. It was fun and they stayed about two and a half hours. Steph was in jean shorts and a white tank-top and her tits looked amazing. It was hard to be flirtatious while keeping distance and talking with her parents, so I maintained a posture of non-romantic interest. When they went home I resigned that was the extent of it.

Around 9:30 that night I get a FB message. It’s from Stephanie. My heart skipped a beat. “Hey, I have a few beers left. Bring you one?”

“Woah,” I think. “How do I respond to this? Is this what I think it is? Fuckkkk.”

I write back. “Your parents cool with it? You’re not yet drinking age…”

“They’re upstairs, probably asleep lol,” she replied.

I was getting nervous, but I had to see where this led. “Sure, come on over!”

“fuck,” I think. “ohhhh, fuck.” I chuckle to myself. “Here goes nothing.”

I turn on the patio lights and start the music again. I didn’t even know what to play. As I’m setting it up, she shows up, beer in hand. She hands me one then gives me a hug.

“I know we’re not supposed to, but it feels weird to invite myself over and not be friendly,” she says.

“I know. I agree,” I say as we break our embrace.

“It’s so great just to spend some time with someone again, you know?” she asks, and I have to admit that it genuinely is. We talk casually about music and college and life. Our relationships, or at least what is left of them. We both agree that we’re both in relationship limbo. It was a fun and easy chat.

“In all these years, I’ve never been inside your house, even when the Woods lived here,” she said to me, mentioning the family that owned the house before I did.

“Hey, let me show you around,” I said, though I knew I probably shouldn’t invite her in. But I had a beer buzz now and I sensed an air of flirtatiousness around us.

I showed her the family room and the kitchen, and even though there was a bit more to the home, we kind of just settle there around the kitchen counter. I asked her if she’d like some wine, she smiled a lovely smile and readily agreed, so I uncorked a new bottle of cab. I poured us both a glass and raised a toast to new friends and the hopeful end to Coronavirus. We both chuckled and toasted.

The moment felt ready. We were stuck in each other’s gaze. Like a reflex, I kissed her.

My timing was correct. She readily kissed me back. Standing alone in my kitchen, we kissed excitedly. We started to French kiss, our tongues tangling together with passion. I softly bit her lower lip.

I spun with her and pressed her closely to the wall, kissing deeply. We locked hands and I rose them above her head. I broke with my right hand and squeezed her breast on top of her shirt, firmly holding it with sexual purpose. She began to whimper and pant longingly. I started kissing her neck while frantically pawing at her tit. I moved my hand under her shirt and peeled down her bra enough to get to her nipple, and I started to pinch it while we made out. My cock was rigid inside my shorts.

“Let’s go to my room,” I said and she responded, “you read my mind.” I led her down the hall to my bed and after a deep kiss, pushed her onto my bed. I unbuttoned her shorts and she arched her back, eagerly allowing me to pull them off. She had on black lace panties that I quickly peeled off and she immediately spread her legs wide. Her pussy was smooth and glistening. She looked so fucking delicious. I dove in a devoured her with my mouth.

I tongued her clit up and down and side-to-side, my fingers deeply impressed into the side of her firm ass, lifting her up so I could explore every last inch of her cunt with my tongue. I feasted on her while she moaned loudly in budding ecstasy. I wanted her to cum all over my fucking face.

Soon, she started to tremble, a spasm that I could feel. “Fuck, I’m cumming. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Fuckkkk don’t stop.” I continued to eat her pussy, my entire face deep in her slot, licking up all of her wetness.

She pulled me up by my hair and told me to lay on my back. “It’s your turn,” she said, as she unbuttoned my jeans. My cock sprung as she removed my underwear. She took off her top and was completely naked between my legs. I removed my t-shirt.

She put me in her mouth and began to suck me. I watched her kiss and lick and suck my stiff cock and couldn’t get over her sexiness. She looked beautiful. So fucking sexy. Her tits were perfect – 20-year-old, firm and perky – and her eyes a big, beautiful brown. Her mouth made slurping sounds and I could hear and feel her salivating around my cock. My toes curled and I felt my balls tingle as cum built inside them, close to the tipping point.

Suddenly, she stopped blowing me and started kissing her way up my torso. Lying nakedly on top of me, I grabbed her ass as we passionately made out, my hard cock tantalizingly close to her soaking wet slit.

She reached below and guided my cock inside her. “I’m on the pill,” she said as I felt her warmth engulf me. She started bouncing on my cock, slowly fucking me. She was so fucking wet that she was already dripping pussy cum. I could feel it sliding down my rigid shaft.

She sat up and really started to ride me hard. I squeezed both of her tits, then pinched both of her hard, erect nipples and she bounced on my cock. She closed her eyes and held her head back, creased at her neck, and her long brown hair dangled to my thighs as she grinded her wet pussy on me. I rubbed her clit with my thumb as she fucked me and I could tell she was getting close to cumming again.

“Fuck, fuck you feel so good,” she moaned. “I love your fucking cock.”

In a fell swoop, I rolled her over and pinned her on her back. My cock never left her and from on top of her, I began to piston-rod fuck her as hard as I fucking could.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck me hard. Fuck yes. Fuck.”

“Is that what you want? You want to get fucked? Is that what you want, you hot little slut?”

“Oh fuck yes!” she said. “Fuck, don’t stop. Fuck I’m going to cum again. Oh yes, fuck yes.”

I wrapped myself around her and gave her every fucking inch of my cock. I was driving myself as far as I fucking could inside her. I wanted to break her in half.

“Ohhhhh fuck, I’m cumming,” I said, and I didn’t pull out. I came deep inside of her, holding onto her in big embrace while I emptied myself inside her pussy. I could feel her pussy squeeze ahold of my cock.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” she said.

“Yes, yes it was,” I replied through a big smile. We kissed and laid together in a heap of post-orgasmic cum. It was almost midnight.

“I always had a crush on you,” Stephanie said. “And that was better than I even used to imagine.”

I smiled. “That was really fucking fun.” We laid together and small talked, tickled and traced each other’s naked bodies and kissed some more.

“I probably need to get home, just in case,” Steph said. “But now I’m not a stranger anymore.”

“No, you should come back tomorrow,” I said.

“I’ll bring you another beer,” she said and gave me the night’s last kiss.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gmtgd9/mf_the_story_of_how_a_global_pandemic_led_to_me