Nita’s lips are on my neck. Her teeth and her tongue are so seductive they send chills down my spine. I think about the last empty condom box I threw away this morning. Her little purple birth control compact, punched out and emptied at the end of last month. We’ve both been unable to stomach going into a pharmacy since then. I can feel her hand making its way down to the button on my jeans.
It’s been more of a sweatpants (or anything that can be quickly removed, really) kind of a lockdown, but I thought jeans might stop us from doing anything stupid today. But her mouth leaves a red welt on my neck; my cock tries to burst out of my pants, and her fingers try to help it — the thrill makes the blood pound in my ears. I might just be able to calm us down for now, but failing eventually is inevitable. We’ll be on the brink again in an hour. I let myself give in. Today’s reasonably safe. It’ll be fine. *I’ll pull out,* I lie to myself. I hear the zipper go and I feel her dive between my legs before I register her lips leaving my neck. How did I get here?
…
Back in March, my company was hosting its annual global employee conference. We’re a worldwide company, so every year or so the company pays to get everyone (or nearly so) in the same place. Three weeks before we heard about COVID-19, and I think we were all at least a little concerned, but no-one thought it was **here** yet.
Nita was part of my Thursday night randomly selected dinner group that the Culture team puts together to make people mix who don’t normally interact due to working in a different department, or for that matter a different country. Nita’s from Mexico, but lives in Barcelona. She’s lived all over the world and talks with a Bond-villain accent, and it’s just as seductive as it sounds like it would be. While we were sitting at the table, I kept trying to discern where one word’s pronunciation comes from vs another and then I got lost in the musicality of her voice. I don’t think I ever even heard anyone else at the dinner group.
She was also the only person to talk about anything but work and their position in the company. Instead of next week’s interminable meetings or what the CEO is planning to change about the company next quarter or other gossip, the question she asked the table was “So there’s a board game store like… 5 blocks from here. Who wants to go with me after this tonight and see if there’s anything new?”
That got my attention. I have a bookshelf full of board games I play with friends once a month. Or rather I played with friends before the world shut down. I will again. For now Nita and I find new and inventive ways to play “strip” versions of the ones I have. Well.. strip and Other Things. “Sure, I just got Terraforming Mars and there’s an expansion out I hadn’t got yet. I’m in.” Everyone else at the table, if they spared a glance at all, made a confused face and went back to their conversation. Nita and I were the only two people from the fun side of the company, I guess.
After dinner broke, I followed her to the board game shop and we proceeded to geek out our favorite game mechanics, expansions, styles of play, and so on until she stopped me in an aisle and said, “I don’t care if we’ve both already got it. Let’s get *something* and play in your hotel room. I don’t have any sessions in the morning, do you?”
That night was chaste. I’ve nothing to share with you other than that I’m an idiot for not noticing she was flirting with me. It wasn’t until the second night, round 4 of Takenoko and an entire six pack of beer between us that I noticed her staring at me. Our eyes met. She bit her lower lip. I felt a chill over every inch of my body when I realized I was going to lean in to kiss her. And that kiss was amazing. It kept going and going until we ended up on her bed, each in our underwear, making out like high schoolers. In the end, I was kissing down her waist, coming to her hip-bone, nervous that I was getting close to a limit. My lips met her waistband, and I slipped a hand under it when she let out this beautiful sigh that very clearly said “take them off and show me what you can do with that tongue.”
What followed was the best sex I had ever had to date. We were safe, but we went through half a roll of condoms and didn’t sleep till 4. When we finally woke up, the news broke: no-one was going home. Someone had tested positive at the conference. The next two weeks we spent quarantined in our hotel, in the room with room service. We played the shit out of the two board games we had, ate hotel food, watched Netflix, and fucked our brains out (we Amazon Primed a jumbo pack of condoms to our room, and that was a really good decision). I was sure she’d get tired of me. I thought naively something would crack and I’d get tired of her. One hotel suite, luxurious as it might be, is a small space for two strangers to share. But by day 7 we really weren’t strangers anymore. One might argue that we weren’t strangers the second my tongue found her clit, or the minute my cock was buried to the hilt in her throat. Technicalities.
It was good we enjoyed each other’s company, because it only got worse from there. Quarantine was lifted on day 20, and since I lived in the city, I was able to go home. But Europe was closed to travelers and her ticket home was cancelled. She could have stayed in the hotel, but it was still full of people and frightening. I asked if she wanted to stay with me, and well, she happily joined me. We ceremonially burned our copy of Takenoko in my backyard that night over a bottle of tequila. After several hundred plays, it kind of wears on you. We’ve played all the other board games in my house, though.
There’s not been much to “do,” in a city where I’m used to going out three times a week, but with Nita here I haven’t missed it. We spent the time working remotely, bingeing our favorite shows together, thrilling over the ones that are new to one of us, and cooking and keeping my house for each other. Also, we drained the supply of Trojans from our local Amazon warehouse.
Or at least something happened, because the delivery estimate on our next box said 14 days and we had three days supply left at our rate. That was, oh look, almost three days ago. So that’s how I got here, my fingers knitted with locks of her slick black hair as she sucks me closer to the edge with every inch of me her lips consume. I groan. I can feel her grin around my cock. There’s that wonderful popping sound as she comes off my cock. She wipes her lips with the back of her arm and then comes back up to eye level with me. Her hand is still down below, fidgeting as she forces my attention on her kiss.
Nita says nothing. We’ve been doing this dance for weeks, and I know how it goes without looking. She is reaching down and sliding her panties to the side, dipping two fingers inside and wetting her lips so that I slide in…. just that easy. God. This is real. Fucking scary. And yet that makes it … more. I thrust into her once, testing to make sure I’m not going to come without being able to control it. I convince myself that I’m right on the edge of losing control, but I’ve got it.
“I love you,” She says it before I can. I’ve been thinking the words, but afraid to say it out loud. We’ve known each other for what, four months? It would be crazy in any other circumstances. But we haven’t been on a date or two; we’ve been sharing the same house, bed, kitchen — hell, even toilet this whole time. We cannot get out of each others’ sight for more than a walk outside. Yet I realize I’ve been dreading the end of this, at least this part of the interlude.
But with those three words, I now know that when this is all over, she’s not headed back to Barcelona. Or maybe I’m not staying here. We’ll only be split up long enough to clean out our stuff and settle our affairs at “home,” but after that home is with each other.
“I love you, too,” That’s the moment I lose control of myself. I can feel it building, but all I can think about is how happy I am and how good it feels to be like this with her. We’re both thrusting at each other furiously. I can hear and feel how wet we are together. Every thrust ends with a slick “clap,” When I try to slow down, she speeds up. When she tries to pull back, I press ahead harder. I have no idea what language she’s yelling in right now, but I get the meaning: fuck me, I love you, don’t stop…
When I feel my own cock buck inside her, I realize I have only just enough time to lock her eyes with mine and say “I’m coming,” I start to pull out, but she smiles and moves like a dancer on me. I take her hips and push. And I let go. When it’s over we hold ourselves together, trying to stay joined as long as we can. We grind back and forth a little, unable to resist trying to feel each other a little more before I soften and slide out.
There is no moment of “post nut clarity” the online dating bros talk about. I hold my hips tight against her to keep my cock inside until it’s too soft to stay in any longer. Then I just hold her, and she holds me, and we know that we’re not going to let go. And I don’t regret a goddamned thing.
—
It’s been a week since that happened. Condoms arrive tomorrow, and it’s a good thing, because the whole calendar thing is becoming dicey. We managed to go a whole week without having sex, and it was nice just to have the time with each other, but our bodies are like magnets and I think we’re both starting to really feel the pull.
Nita’s snuggled against me on the couch. She’s been telling me about her time in Argentina. Beautiful stories of mountains, hidden lakes, clean rivers. She’s been everywhere and I can’t wait for her to show me those places she loves the most when this is all over. She trails off her story. I feel the tension hum in the silence as her lips find that spot on my neck where one of her kisses always makes every hair on my body stand on end. I give in for just a moment as she does. We kiss and I can feel my blood rising. Her hand is quickly through my jeans and the loose flap on my boxers, “Nita…”
“I know, but Jesus, Paul…” She pauses for a second, “We’ve got to get some kind of release. I can feel you squirming when my fingers so much as graze your shoulders. I’ll suck you off, and you go down on me until I come, and we’ll be okay till tomorrow.”
Her lips are down on me before I can object, but I wasn’t going to anyway. I lean back. I shut down all my senses except the ones focused on her. Her motions. The feel of her mouth on me, taking me with gentle insistence. I get closer second by second. My eyes are closed in concentration, trying to trace the path she’s making with her tongue. She’s learned me so well in so little time. I feel myself starting to come, and she takes all the cues. I try to hold it back, just as a game to see how long I can make it and how intense the release will be. But she’s forceful. Her fingers wrap around my balls and tickle the skin until I clench and yell and let go as she sucks every drop she can out of my orgasm. Again that grin I can feel with my cock. My mouth starts to water as I think about going down on her.
And then I’m on my knees in front of her on the couch and she’s opened herself to me. She holds my head to her as I find her rhythm. I trace every fold and curve with my lips, teasing until she needs it to go further. Her fingers dig into my hair and she inches her ass further and further off the couch. Her cheeks flush and she is beautiful, and I go for it, following her lead and taking her all the way home. She yells and shudders and holds me against her pussy and then pushes my face away and then she pulls it back again one more time so I can take her down from ecstasy with a slow, gentle trace of the tongue.
…
We lay there on the couch panting and exhausted. The sweat leaves a sheen on her nipple, which stands up high and stiff above her breast as she cools off. Her breathing is still heavy. It’s irresistible. The thought of her coming while my face was buried between her legs already has me dreaming of more. When I take her nipple between my lips I just hope she has more willpower than I do. She tastes amazing. My tongue wants more sex, even if my cock is spent.
She reaches down between her legs and runs her fingers over her clit while I suck her. I look up to see her rolling the other nipple between two fingers. I feel her hand at my cock. I’m still a soft, but she massages life back into it. Squeezing and kneading in ways that draw blood back into the shaft. Her finger dips down below my balls and grazes the groove there. By the time she has traced a line all the way back to the tip of my cock I am erect and throbbing.
She goes down on me and I take over for the hand she was using on herself. It is fantastic, but I know I can’t come from oral again, and even if I could, it would wear anyone out getting there. Minutes pass slowly as she tries everything, hungry for me and unwilling to stop.
I can tell she’s tired and finally I take her hair and pull her away from me. She looks hurt for a second, but when I push her shoulders back into the couch and rise above her the hurt gives way to a grin. I take her leg and put it on the other side of me. My cock is inches from her. I squeeze it once and a drip from the last orgasm comes to the tip.
“I could jerk off on you while you touch yourself…”
“I want you inside of me,”
“This is a really dumb idea,”
“Yep”
“I’m going to do it,”
“You’re not getting back off this couch if you don’t,”
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“I don’t want to let you…” the banter trails off into silence and her face is serious, “That is… no. Please don’t. I want this.”
She is days away from ovulating maybe. Maybe tomorrow, even. But she is smiling and inviting me in and when I push there is no resistance at all. One second I am at her entrance, my cock cool in the open air. The next I feel her squeeze tightly around me, wet, warm, and impossible to pull out of. She gives as much as she gets, too. I am tired, but there is a new energy building in me. Every second I get stronger, and so does she. If we fucked any harder we’d break something, and then I feel it start to build. She clearly does too, because she puts her hand on the back of my neck and looks me in the eye and says “Do it. Come in me. Keep fucking me like this with all your might and fucking come in me.”
The build to orgasm is slow, but it builds nonetheless. Her cheeks flush again, and she starts to come. I match her speed, feel what she needs me to do, and make sure she gets every ounce of the orgasm she deserves. Suddenly she takes her right hand off my shoulder and I worry she has changed her mind about me finishing inside her, but then I feel her fingers graze the underside of my balls. She massages them as I continue grinding against her, and then it’s here. I can feel that the next thrust will send my come racing into her. She pulls me to her and kisses me deep and I let go one more time inside of her, my cock buried as far as it will go.
We lay down again, and my come drips out of her onto the couch. I rub her clit a bit absently, but she and I are both done for the night, and we just do it because it feels nice. No post-nut clarity here either. I just came in the woman I love, and she might get pregnant from it, and the only thing that I can think to say is, “Shall we keep doing it like that?”
“I don’t see how we could stop.”
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