Two stories down.

Posted by marloweny 3 years ago

 

There are now two patreon rewards in the hopper, waiting for approval. One more patreon story and I (believe I) am all caught up. Then I can chip away at trades and non-patreon commissions. Go, go, go!

And, as a treat for me, here's a stream of consciousness something or other. Let's see what comes out of my brain. Your guess is as good as mine!"

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They'd been locked up together for the last few weeks. There wasn't anything strange about that, these days. Lots of people were locked up together. But they were roommates in an apartment that really wasn't meant for more than one person. Until now, things had worked fine because he had the day shift at his job and she had the night shift at hers. Now neither of them had any shift. They were practically on top of each other day in day out, and there was no end in sight.

There weren't in a relationship before. Until the lock down, the only real evidence that the other one existed was the occasional snore from the other room and the mysterious appearance and disappearance of groceries. They barely even med during the weekends. But now, again, they were sharing the same couch, staring at the same screen, neither of which was large enough to comfortably share with a stranger. And so, the tension began. It started as regular old "familiarity breeds contempt" sort of things. Short temper, every little thing annoying them. But as that reached an equilibrium, a different sort of tension set in.

The last episode of the most recent show they'd agreed to binge had just ended. The sun had gone down while they were watching. The lights were still off. She glanced at him. His was wearing sweats, as was she. He'd managed to keep it tight during the lockdown. Lots of pushups and situps. He still smelled faintly of his last workout. Slowly, experimentally, she reached a hand over and rested it gently on his thigh. He raised an eyebrow and glanced in her direction. There was no objection. So far so good. She raised her hand, resting it now on the abs. He released a breath and shut his eyes, tilting his head back. She let her hand slide down, dipping her fingers beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. While they were loose and comfortable, the briefs beneath were quite tight. She pressed harder, slipping her fingers into them as well.

Soon it was clear why they were so tight. He was a guy, and thus it was much harder for him to hide his interest. He was packed in tight, straining the fabric. One last look, in search of either permission or objection. He didn't open his eyes, but he did place his hand on hers and slide it deeper. She smiled.

Her fingers found their way around his shaft. She felt a jolt of forbidden thrill as she started to slowly pump it. It felt nice. She almost hoped he wouldn't reciprocate. Not until he was done, anyway. Just taking care of him, giving him pleasure. It felt... wholesome, if such a word could be applied to jerking off your roommate.

Almost without her noticing, he gripped her arm to slide it a bit deeper. She obliged, cuddling a bit closer to him and putting more arm into it. She shut her eyes so that she could enjoy the smell, the sound, and the feel without being sullied by sight. Every few strokes she felt him gently encourage her to get deeper. Further. Deeper. She was so lost in the motion and the bliss of the moment, she didn't notice how far up her arm the warmth if his briefs had gone. She didn't stop to think why or how that could be. She didn't care. she didn't care that she was shoulder deep in his underwear. She didn't care that the hand on her arm had shifted to her head, pushing gently until she could feel the warm elastic sliding over her face. Sure, the smell was stronger now. Sure, she could feel his shaft not just against her fingers, but brushing her lips. But it felt so nice, so right.

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His head was still tilted back. His eyes still shut. The woman who had been beside him was half tucked into his briefs. Her free hand was between her legs, teasing herself, while everything above her midriff had been tightly packed into his underwear. They were bulging a bit, but not nearly enough to suggest where the rest of her had bone. Gentle, nudging motions slid her belly in, then her bottom. He fed her legs forward and, with one last push to her feet, felt his waistbands snap back into place. She was still in there. Still warm and wrapped up with his privates. Not so much stroking him anymore as simply squirming against him, her whole being tangled up and tucked away.

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Right, well. That's what came out of me. Let's see if I can get a third story out tonight. Maybe when this is all over I'll post this as an actual story.