Love in a Pandemic

This brought Alex up a bit. The practical aspects of our situation had to be considered. We still had to eat and sleep and shower and shit, irrespective of how morons had fucked us over. She smiled a little, not a pleasant smile, quite chilling actually, "If it got that bad, you would be unlikely to wake up." I could feel my eyebrows riding up my forehead, then she said, "Five years in Special Services, we learned to kill while sleepwalking."

"Wow, well, that couldn't possibly match my surviving Middle School. That was really tough." I smiled at the expression on her face, then she got it. It was the first time I had heard her laugh, a pleasant and relaxed sound. "The closest I've come to the military has been on Veteran's Day." I got another laugh with that and she seemed to relax a bit.

For the next four days we ate together, talked and found Alex was a good conversationalist, very knowing of this country. Born here, in a town called Adelaide, she and her husband now live in Sydney, with their two kids. We got to know each other and as she relaxed around me, I found she has a sense of humor the more than matched my own. We found that even though we come from two completely separate backgrounds, social settings, we still had more in common than I'd thought possible.

She had set up an exercise routine for herself, and got me involved. I found she was a keen practitioner of martial arts and knew her katas well. She undertook schooling me in them and I took to them like oil to water. I was humoring her, to a point, but within a day I was so fucking bored that anything was a welcome break in the monotony. Alex and I were developing a genuine friendship. There were some limitations but we kept it polite, semi-formal and I know there was a great deal of respect on both sides.

Twice a day, Alex received calls from her husband and children. She would take herself into the bathroom and talk without concern over me unintentionally eavesdropping. I gave her the space and she didn't mention me at all, or I gather she didn't refer to me as a male, anyway. That's okay, I don't want her husband coming after me at any time, now or in the future. I also found out she was actually nearly fifteen years older than me, I must admit she didn't look it, given her background, the sun and the physicality of her employment in the Army hadn't taken any toll on her appearance at all.

One time Alex was playing some music through her earbud and started singing along. She is not a great singer, but can hold a tune. It was Elliot Smith, a song I recognized immediately so I joined in. She heard me and looked up, surprised, "You know this song?"

"And love it. Elliot Smith's last album was brilliant. Pity there's no more." Alex seemed to relax around me, well I can't be all that bad if I knew Elliot Smith, it seems.

On the fifth afternoon in quarantine we were starting a different kata and Alex said, "I've been thinking, the katas are okay for some things, but not for everything. I've been looking at expanding the yoga opening to include more stretching. Interested?"

Anything to relieve the boredom, "Yeah sure."

She immediately began our afternoon exercise with what she had seen on her laptop and for me, it was 'monkey see, monkey do'. She went through a couple of poses, which I tried to emulate, then she bent over, put her hands on the floor and stepped backwards. Like I could do that? Not a chance. She then went "Ooops!" She had stopped. "Damnit! This is supposed to relieve back pain, not cause it! Sorry Kev, you think you could help me here?" That Aussie penchant for abbreviating names.

She instructed me to come to her right side, get as close as I can and squat. Run my right hand and arm under her armpit, reaching to her left shoulder. My left hand was to be placed on her lower back, no, lower, almost to her ass. Holding her like this, I was to stand straight up. I did and she sighed relief at the movement. I let her go and she didn't move. "Okay, now one more thing. Come around behind me. Can you see my elbows." I assented, "Reach around me and feel for my forearms from under my elbows." I did that and took a grip, not hard, just a grip. "Now I'm going to lean into you, and I want you to take a step back, just one foot and hold me up. I'm going to relax my legs so my hips are pulling down while you're stretching my spine. Okay?"

"Okay." I followed her instructions carefully and felt something give and a crunching sound. She sighed again, "Hold it, don't move," she said. I held it, and her. I couldn't help it, I breathed her in, I was holding an attractive woman in my arms and my cock responded. After about 15 seconds, she said, "Okay, Stand me up again." I stepped forward and my cock was not going to cooperate. I could feel it pressing on the right cheek of her ass. I started to her let go, "Stop!" she said. So I resumed holding her.

Fuck, I thought, There was no way she couldn't feel my erect dick. "Okay, you can let me go now." after a few more seconds. I did and stepped back. She turned around and looked at me and said, "Thank you, that was very relieving. And now, I think I want to give you some relief." She stepped forward and kissed me. I felt her hand snake down to my hardened tool, caressing it over and over. She eased me backwards and I fell onto the bed. She straddled my hips bending over to kiss me again. What else could I do, I had to be a gentleman and respond to her kisses.

She sat up and lifted her Tee off, then her sports bra, revealing her lovely tits. Okay, a little baby chewed, but a nice 34C or 36B, whatever, a really nice handful. Without a lot of urging, I lifted my hips and she pulled my shorts and boxers down in one motion. "Oh, nice. If I was blonde I would be Goldilocks, 'Not too big, not too small'." She swooped onto my dick, taking it into her mouth as much as she could, no, all of it. This was the best fucking head I had ever got. She was a real talented cock sucker!

She lifted off my cock and dropped her spandex tights, "I hope you like licking clit."

Again, she dived onto my dick and I could see this neatly trimmed triangle of pussy hair descending onto my face. "Yummmm," I said as my tongue took my first swipe at it. Not only did she smell nice, she tasted nice too. I mouthed her clit, I tongued her labia lips, I poked into her love canal as deep as I could, but that didn't stop me from getting close to cumming. I cried out for her to stop but she didn't, she just kept sucking. My balls were not just tingling they were severely in need of release. I held back for as long as I could but no longer. I felt my balls spasm, my cock pulse and I could feel the shooting streams of semen as they leapt into her mouth and throat. That didn't stop her though, she just kept sucking, drawing out every last drop of my juice she could get. Absolutely fucking brilliant!

I kept trying to lick her pussy, but I needed to get my breath back. Alex lifted off me. Kneeling on the bed, she looked at me in an odd, strange kind of way. She half fell, half jumped off the bed and made a beeline for the bathroom. I heard the door slam and the lock snap on. Ohh FUCK! I thought, second thoughts and regrets. Apart from her towel, there was no other clothing in there. In the quiet of the room, I could hear gentle sobs, and the crash of my heart breaking.

I tapped on the door, softly. "Go away!" I heard. "I'm afraid I can't do that," I called in what I hope was a soothing voice. "Alex, please, come out here so we can talk."

"NO!"

Oh she-e-e-e-t, this is one helluva regret. "You can't stay there for the next nine days. So please, come out here and we can talk like grownups do."

There was no response. I stood alongside the door and told her that what happened, happened, it can't unhappen, so we better deal with it. I told her I'm sorry I took advantage of her and promised it won't happen again. I thought I heard a muffled "no", but I can't be sure. I waited, heard nothing, so talked a little more about how we will have to face this and it would be better to do it together. Eventually I heard the tap running, a towel being taken off a rack, then a few moments later, the lock was turned and the door opened. She was standing there, naked and beautiful. She had washed her face but her eyes told a story.

"You didn't take advantage of me, it was the other way 'round. I should have realized that we're in a cell, we're going to get sexually frustrated. You're right, what happened happened and now we have to own it." I said nothing, letting her get it out of her system. "I've been married for fourteen years, since before I got out of the Army. I have never been unfaithful before. I've never thought about it, never considered it." She stopped.

"Well, I've never been married, came close once but it didn't work out. Never been any kind of Romeo either. Had a few girlfriends, but only one was serious, guess I'm not much of a catch."

"No don't say that. You're a kind and considerate person. You've been patient with me, respected my privacy been a decent person under very difficult and strained circumstances. Just when I felt your hard dick on my bum, I lost it. I haven't had sex for weeks and I'm missing it. So were you by the feel of it."

"You're the first woman I've touched in months. Holding you, I couldn't control it. I'm very sorry."

"No, don't be. Sucking you was not something planned, and it wasn't until after when I had a mouthful of your cum, that the enormity of what I was doing hit me. I wanted to taste you, to get you to taste me then I thought about it and it frightened me."

"Frightened you? I doubt there is too much that frightens you."

"Am I putting my marriage in jeopardy? My kids? What would they think?"

"They would think you're human, I'm sure. But there is two things here to think about, one is we are living under extraordinary conditions, unlikely ever to be repeated, not by us, not by anyone else, I would expect. Who's going to tell them? I'll be going home soon as I'm out of here and it's unlikely you'll say anything to anyone because you know these circumstances will never be repeated and there'll be no need."

"I don't know, guilt is a powerful motivator."

"Ordinarily, but with these circumstances comes huge pressures we can't handle the way we normally would. We react differently, that's not made up psycho-bullshit, that's how people are and are we not people?"

"Sounds like a justification to me."

"No, not at all. Look it's simple, you going to leave your husband for me?"

"Not bloody likely," she stated.

"Wow, that was pretty definite," I smiled, "In that case, I gotta say, finding out about you, trying to understand who you are, leads me to think that I might, just might, become a friend, perhaps with benefits, but it's never going to go any further than that. But even that, I suspect, is only going to last until we get out of here. Even if I was to stay in Sydney, it is unlikely we will ever meet and certainly never date. We both have one life in here and completely different lives out there. So there is no continual emotional context to any relationship we may, or may not have. Does that make sense?"

"It does, but you're a guy. You can rationalize anything away, especially emotional things, when it suits you. Women are very different, we can't do it very easily, and sometimes not at all. I'm not sure I can even explain it to you. For us, sex has such a deep emotional connection, it's a lifting of all the barriers, it's an acceptance and an exposure to a guy of who we are. In part, it is a surrendering of that part of us that trusts the guy will never hurt us. Obviously, that doesn't always work, but for me, that is what it is. So for me to engage in a casual relationship like this is really out of character, and I am so wrecked right now."

"She says sitting in front of me, naked. What you are doing right now is saying to me 'I trust you, I don't believe you're going to hurt me'. Believe me, I don't want to ever hurt you. I want you to be my friend. I'll take from you whatever you want to give me and if that doesn't include the sex, then that's fine. It's not just your choice, it's mine too."

At that moment, her cell rang, I gambled that it was her husband and said, "Better take that, he loves you, and so do your kids. Maybe though, there is a little room in your heart for me too."

Alex grabbed her cell and answered as she closed the door. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I could still hear her and have done since day one. About 40 minutes later, a shivering Alex came back into the room. I had already dressed and she said, "I'm freezing, so I'm going to get into bed." She pulled the covers down and got in, then said, "If you get undressed, you can come and join me, help me get warm."

In seconds I was stripped, getting into her bed and then holding her. "We're not saints and martyrdom never appealed to me," she said, "I need you to finish what we started earlier. Make me cum."

So I did, several times. She tasted really nice, I found her inventive and willing to try, she showed me lots of new things. I know I have become a much better lover, thanks to her. She even let me fuck her in the ass. We had plenty of baby oil, but no condoms, so that was an interesting experience. Not one I am eager to repeat mind you, but she seemed to enjoy it.

For the rest of our time in quarantine, we simply fucked at almost any time. I filled all her holes whatever she wanted. She more than doubled the number of times my dick had been sucked in those nine days. She loved oral, giving and getting and I loved licking her, making her cum.

One night she asked me to finger her. I did that, she asked for two fingers, then three. It was getting a little crowded in there by that time, so she asked for a fourth finger. It wasn't easy but with a lot of oil and patience, I managed to get four fingers into her. Then she said fist her. Fuck me! My hands are not small, and a fist is rather large. She wanted it, I didn't think it would fit, she had four fingers in her and that was tight. She told me to take my time, add some more oil and just keep pushing in. I cupped my thumb into the palm of my hand and every time I got close to getting my knuckles inside her she grunted in pain. I asked if she wanted to stop, she said no each time, just keep going. She told me to give my hand a twist when I got close to my knuckles, so I did. It took awhile and my hand was getting sore. I was on the verge of giving up when I felt her pussy open just that fraction more and my hand slid into her.

She groaned and grunted a mighty sigh, "YES!" she cried. "That feels like one huge fucking dick! Keep pumping!" I couldn't believe it. Sure, I've seen videos of girls fisting girls, but never a guy and a girl. I thought guys hands would be too big, but as Alex said, "My babies heads came out of there, so why not your fist going in there?" That brought me up short, her reference to her children, which reminds me of her husband and we only had a little time left. I tickled her inside by flexing my fingers, wasn't easy inside her pussy and stroked her clit. She came really hard with my fist inside her and I was honestly frightened that she was going to break my forearm, that's how hard her pussy grabbed it. When I pulled out, she gasped again, then after catching her breath, she got on all fours and told me to fuck her, doggie style.

I pounded the cheeks of her luscious ass with my pubes eventually shooting my seed deep into her. I knew she was on birth control so I wasn't worried, and if there was any STDs, well, it was already too late.

Between the sex, we had other things to do. I kept in touch with my employer, also the contacts I was suppose to have met carrying on some business. Apart from family, Alex did a bit of writing, a bit of research, she also spoke to a number of people by cell and those conversations were around television work. She was involved in production of a documentary for television, the national broadcaster, which surprised me. A real change of career, the military, then television. Then I realised this documentary was about the military, so it made sense. Seems there was the equivalent of a Presidential Commission going on into something that was nasty in the military. I didn't ask, she didn't volunteer. Not my problem.

When we found out our second Covid tests were clear, we thought we would be getting out a few days early, but no, the deal was for 14 days, so we were stuck. Didn't matter, I loved the sex but wouldn't be heart broken when it ends even if I would really miss it.

On the last night, I made a real treat for her. I asked her to dress in her finest, then ordered a real dinner, with candles, the whole routine. I had made her a card from paper I had asked to be sent up, which thanked her for being my first Aussie friend, for helping me get through this and keep me sane. She thought I was going to make some declaration of undying love and while she would have loved it, I'm sure she wasn't entirely disappointed. After that, I carefully undressed her and made love to her. She had cum twice even before I had my jacket off.

Three times during the night, I woke to her sucking me. We didn't fuck in the morning as we prepared to leave our cell, but I made her cum with both my fingers and my tongue.

Checkout time had come, at last, we were free and I hugged her. I told her I loved our friendship and was sorry that I would likely never see her again. I didn't have an address, or a phone number or an email, Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, nothing. That, for me was the perfect ending.

Then I found out international flights to and from Australia were suspended. I wasn't going home anytime soon.

I was part time worker for my employer, part time tourist in Sydney after that. Then one day, my phone rang, it was an unknown number.

"Hello, Kevin here," I was just interested in who I didn't know would be calling me.

"Hello Kevin there, Alex here," I heard, "Remember me?"

"How could I ever forget my first and best friend here in Australia?" I was genuinely pleased to hear from her. I asked how she managed to track me down? She replied that she "pinched" a card from me, while I wasn't looking. We talked for a while, then she came to the point of the call.

"You still alone? You haven't got a girlfriend?"

"No, you looking for an FWB?"

"Oh no, sorry, it was fun but it is also done." She stopped for a moment, "I hope you really understand that."

"Oh yes, I do," My hopes dashed. "It's okay."

"Good because there is someone I would really like you to meet."

I laughed, "You being a Jewish Mother and matchmaking?"

"Erm, I hadn't thought of it like that, but yeah. She is fucking beautiful, and if I wasn't straight, I'd try to keep her for myself. Lovely person to go with it too. Can I interest you in a dinner and meeting her?"

"You going to be there to chaperone?" I laughed.

"Yes and Mike too, barbeque, my place Sunday. Oh, I'm sending you a file that explains how we met and how we became friends. When we were in quarantine, I was in 408 and you were in 406. We were able to use the rooftop area for fresh air and exercise, so we exercised together. You still keeping your katas up?"

"Sure am. Thank you for that, by the way, helps me to burn off extra energy and keeping me from becoming a couch potato."

"Love to see you again, Kev and Julie seems interested in my American friend."

That is how I met Julie, instant attraction and got married yesterday. What a trip this turned out to be. For a while, I was lost in a pandemic, but then I found myself, my friend, the love of my life, so 2020 hasn't been all bad.

LOVE IN A PANDEMIC 3

I can't believe the number of people I see every day, dying. They say, "No, I don't believe in corona virus." "This isn't happening to me, this is not real!" I've never seen it like this. What are people thinking? I go home at the end of my shift and cry myself to sleep- after a couple or four whiskey and beer chasers. That's the only way I can sleep. Booze, tears and oblivion.