[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ga30xi/quarantined_with_the_landlord_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)–The Backstory
Ben sat, stunned by the bluntness as much as the information. He was convinced Lauren’s nonchalance had to be an act. But he spent the night with this woman, she was too discerning not to know her husband was a philanderer. But with Stephanie? Either he didn’t care or thought she was stupid. After too long of a silence, Lauren stood up and reached for his glass, “Maybe I’ll move somewhere and tend bar too.” She left the room and Ben stared at the ceiling, formulating what to say. He could tell her what people really thought about Brooks, what a joke he was. No. That would be an insult. He could apologize on behalf of the gender and tell her how amazing she was. No. Neither of them were seventeen. He settled on just saying he was sorry and how unfair it was to deal with such a blow.
Lauren returned, fresh drinks in hand, and sat down. Her cheeks were flushed from the shot she’d taken in the kitchen to calm her nerves. Handing Ben the glass, she crossed in front of him, convinced his eyes followed her ass. “Sorry for the theatrics” she offered with a chuckle.
“Don’t be. I’m assuming that’s the first time you said it out loud?” he told her, smiling and leaning forward. She smiled back and nodded, looking into the glass. Ben thought he should hug her or rub her back, but hesitated, knowing he was unequipped to deal with tears. The only words he could think of were platitudes everyone has heard before. He danced around what to say in his mind, and then blurted it out. “Stephanie, I mean the blonde, are you sure? I’m sorry to ask, but her and Kevin are probably getting engaged, and I…I’d have to say something.”
Lauren looked him in the eye, and smiled, “There isn’t a pair of panties I found under the bed or a lipstick stained collar. But Mike was really specific about when I’d be on work calls or how long I’d be out. And he was here at weird times. You just know. Maybe it wasn’t your roommate. It could have been someone from school. Or town I guess.”
Ben smiled back. “Thanks? I..ugh..shouldn’t have asked. You’ve got more important stuff to think through.”
Lauren reached out for his knee, “No I don’t. There’s a divorce playbook. All I’ve got to do is set the gears in motion.” Her tone changed. The playfulness from dinner was gone. But she wasn’t sad. She didn’t even seem angry. But the confidence was there, even if it had flicked for a moment when she told him about her husband and, whoever. She took his half full glass and placed it, along with her own empty drink, on the table. They locked eyes and Lauren half-smiled and nodded. He was cute in a hangdog way. She thought he wore his troubles, which from her view amounted to very little, too much like a martyr. Deep down, he probably liked not getting into school so it gave him his little odyssey of self-discovery. He’d be teaching high school, back in his home town, and married to a girl that never left before he was thirty. But that doesn’t matter when a relationship will last a few weeks at most.
She wasn’t going to let him play the noble gentleman that refused to take advantage of the heartbroken wife. Lauren pounced off the couch and into Ben’s lap. pushing him down on his back. Her hands were on each of his shoulders, gently holding him down as she kissed him. Their bodies pressed together, she ran her tongue across his upper lip. He kissed back hard, cradling the back of her head. Lauren hoped the fact he actually knew how to kiss meant he was competent. Suddenly she bounced up and slid her leggings down. Her chunky sweater hung mid thigh. She lifted it above her waist and pulled him toward her, guiding his head to her stomach. He kissed her gently from the navel out toward her left hip. Then worked his way across her bone inward to her thigh, massaging her ass the entire time. Ben then removed his left hand, and touched her left knee. He started to slide his hand up when she she ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. Then grabbing it in a fist, she pulled him away, telling herself this was not why he was there. She forcefully told him, “Lay down on the couch.”
Ben answered with an enthusiastic “Absolutely” and started undoing his belt. He worked his pants and underwear down to his knees, his erection popping out. He started to sit up so he could remove his shirt, but Lauren pushed him down. Smiling excitedly, he was about to speak when Lauren told him, “Shut up.” She swung her left leg onto the couch and lowered herself down in a fluid motion, straddling his face. The sweater was bunched at her waist. Ben eagerly began running his tongue all over her pussy. He was frantic. Lauren removed the sweater and tossed it aside. She held the back of the couch with her left hand and grabbed the right breast in her hand, gasping when her palm brushed along the nipple. Ben was too eager. “Slow down and focus on my clit.” Obediently, he flattened his tongue against her, making slow circles. She could feel herself getting wetter with his more intentional movements. Ben was supporting her with both hands on her ass as she rocked her hips against his face. Leaving her breast, she ran her fingers through his hair. She started to moan. Not the over-the-top nonsense from her performance last night, but soft whimpers of actual pleasure. “Longer stokes. And slide a finger into me.” He started licking along her labia, back to her clit, and then down the other side. Faster than she would have liked, but it was good. He had two fingers inside, slowly working them in and out, drawing her pussy closer to his mouth from the inside. This went on for a few minutes, but Lauren’s right leg began to shake from the awkward position. She stepped off the couch. Wobbling from the cramp in her leg, and a bit from the bourbon.
“Holy shit” Ben said as he finally saw her naked. He was about to say something dumb, Lauren was sure, before she cut him off.
“Don’t get up” she demanded. Ben smiled again, as she dropped to her knees at his waist. He was excited for what he was sure would be the greatest blowjob he’d received up to that point, but was disappointed by the angle. All he could see was her for the side, crouched down. But she simply spit on his cock, working her hand like a corkscrew to coat him in her saliva. Her mouth was dry from the alcohol. She spit in her other hand and ran both all over him. Then she rose again and told him to sit up. Pants around his ankles, he spun around and removed his shirt with a struggle as his sleeve caught his watch. He looked up, embarrassed, as she got on top of him. He held his cock straight up for her and she reached for it too, their fingers meeting. She took him in her hand and guided him inside. She was wet because he had done a good enough job, but he was still slow to enter. She slowly worked her way up, and down, taking a bit more with each stoke, before she felt herself relax and settled until he was completely inside her. The sensation was more intense than the oral. She took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. Sliding her tongue into his mouth, she tasted herself on his lips. She pulled away and he gazed at her, smitten and smiling too tenderly for how the last ten minutes had gone. “Hands on my hips and grind me into you. Hard. OK?”
“For sure.” She started riding him slowly, but on each down stroke he forced her hips down while thrusting his pelvis toward her. Lauren gave him credit for better instincts than she had suspected. Ben kissed her shoulders and across her chest. Craning his neck in a desperate attempt to suck on her breasts. She had spread her hips wide, and sat low in his lap, making his attempts futile. As they fucked and quickened their pace, Lauren placed her hands on his chest and pushed away from him, arching her back while he compliantly kept his hands on her hips, grinding her into him. They both felt her orgasm approach. The breaths shortened, she tightened around him, and her moans stopped. Then she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his head, holding his face under her chin as she came. Moans were replaced by energetic shouts and then she collapsed in his arms, catching her breath. She laid on him for only a minute or so, collecting herself. “You did good” she said, patting him on the arm. They both laughed and she left the room, returning a moment later with a single glass of water that Ben gratefully accepted.
Between the chill in the room and the comedown, he started losing his erection when she left, but he knew she would bring it back instantly. He couldn’t wait for her to get him off. He didn’t even care how, whatever she wanted. She smiled as he gulped the water down. “I can’t believe we did that! I…thank you” she said. He smiled back and reached for her hand, but she pulled it away. “Oh my god, I…you need to go. The drinks and…that. I need a minute. Please lock up on your way out.” Lauren darted out of the room and he heard her climbing the stairs quickly. Dumbfound, Ben struggled to his feet, pants still bunched up at his ankles and looked around the room for his shirt. He thought maybe he should chase after her to talk, but accepted that she needed space. They were practically strangers twelve hours ago.
Upstairs, Lauren waited to hear the heavy front door shut before she turned on the shower. Part of her felt sorry for the kid, but he could jerk himself off in anticipation of another round. She’d make it up to him tomorrow, or maybe the next day. She just wanted to make sure he stayed eager to please. Stepping under the hot water, the bigger part felt sorry that his first thought wasn’t if it was actually the brunette.
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Mike stood in his parents driveway, listening on his phone as she went on. The place was a convenient spot to lay low for a few days until things settled down and he got to play the part of concerned son. He was honestly at the end of his rope between the constant barrage of the cable news his father agreed with and the cable news his father watched simply to piss himself off. He knew he couldn’t have lasted more than another day, but she was ready for him now and things would be peaceful. “Honey, its a quarantine. There’s no traffic. I’ll be in Pittsburgh by midnight, twelve thirty tops.”
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