You will pick up where you left off on a sunny day in summer, 48 hours after one-on-one contact becomes legal once more. He’ll have changed. Gained a little weight, become pale, grown out his hair. He’ll have a slightly wide-eyed look. When he speaks he’ll struggle for words more often than he ever did before.
You’ll go to your bedroom. There’s traffic on the road outside. You can hear it. There’s voices. At first you’ll fuss around each other, avoiding the moment of touch. You’ll make him a cup of tea. He’ll remove his tie. Sit awkwardly on the edge of your bed.
When it does happen everything will feel like it did the first time. Unknown territory. He reacts to your touch, draws up into it, presses close to you. Before, when you saw each other once a week, you rarely kissed. This time you will kiss extensively, extravagantly, silently except for your breathing.
You will be able to smell him. A pleasant scent like whisky. You remember that scent from before, where you would catch it sometimes in the crook of his neck or an armpit or his chest. But it was never so strong. The only person you will have smelled for a hundred days, at this stage, is you.
He’ll apologise the first time he puts a hand on your breasts. He’ll take it away. You’ll both laugh. He’ll put it back. One tingling, almost painful charge will travel from there, where his palm rests, all the way to the top of your head. You’ll put your hands on him too, apologise too. You won’t be able to help it.
He won’t last long. It won’t be as effortless and animal as it was before. It will be breathy and careful. A slow, tremulous fuck that lasts only a minute, but that’s fine, because you will already have come the moment he put his dick inside you.
You’d never normally cuddle. Not before. Before you would roll apart, recover, check phones, make small talk. But this time you don’t let each other go. This time he’ll hold you, and he’ll apologise for it being so quick. He’ll explain what doesn’t need explaining. “I’m sorry,” he’ll say. “It’s been a while.”
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ybcquw/your_fuckbuddy_after_quarantine_m23_f24