In the evenings, we made crazy cocktails, cooked dinner together, and danced to DJ Instagram live sessions. When we became exhausted, we scanned the internet and made a contest of who could find the best memes or the funniest TikTok videos.
Never did I believe that I could have so much pleasure with another person and without leaving the apartment.
One evening, Jade’s friend Karen invited us to an 80s themed Virtual Happy Hour. Jade told me I could bring in some of my friends. Ross and Tyler joined.
Excited for a social event, I wore one of Zora’s Halloween curly wigs, put on a red shirt, and sat down in front of my laptop.
“O-kay.” Dressed in a green leotard and purple tights, Jade brought her chair next to me. “What are you wearing? Is that a wig?”
“I’m Michael Jackson.”
“Wow.”
“You disagree?” I showed her my one plastic glove. “It’s MJ from Thriller.”
“That’s not Thriller. You look like somebody’s drunk mama.”
“So, you’re going to hate on me? Who are you supposed to be?”
“I’m one of those 80s workout videos.”
I shook my head. “Mine is much better.”
“Whatever, Pandemic Michael Jackson.” She laughed, grabbed the mouse, and pressed on the zoom link.
On the screen, three boxes appeared. Her friend Karen held her glass up and shook her blonde wig. “Madonna in this bitch! What is good, family?”
Wearing a hat and red-tinted glasses, Ross snapped his fingers. “Okay. I see you, girl. That’s right. Black Madonna it is.”
Jade waved at them. “And who are you, Ross?”
“Georgie Michael and Boy George. It’s a combo, sweetie. I couldn’t pick which George, so I did both.”
“All right.” Jade laughed.
Wearing a baby blue suit and white bowtie, Tyler waved at everyone and spoke. His voice didn’t come through.
I gestured to the top of the screen. “We can’t hear you, Tyler. Unmute yourself.”
Tyler moved his mouth again.
“Unmute it.”
Tyler’s voice came in. “What is going on, sexy ladies? The number one player is here.”
A woman yelled on his side, “What sexy ladies?! I thought you said it was just the boys doing a virtual happy hour?”
“Would you relax?” Tyler yelled back over his shoulder. “It’s just a few women.”
Oh, God.
His wife yelled some more and then the bottom half of her appeared on his side. “What do you mean a few women? Why are women even on here? What kind of freaky shit is this? And why are you wearing a suit?”
“It’s Kamal’s fault. I told him not to invite women.”
“Here we go.” I shook my head.
The drama continued to unfold. And we all focused on his box. Karen widened her eyes. Ross sipped his drink. Jade covered her mouth with both hands. And I just felt embarrassed for my friend.
“I can’t believe you’re in here talking to bitches?” She tried to smack his head.
Tyler ducked. “Come on, baby. These chicks in here aren’t even good-looking. Half of them are fat and ugly.”
Karen shook his head. “Oh, I know he didn’t with his baby blue suit, talking about others.”
Tyler’s screen disappeared.
Chuckling, Ross sipped his glass. “Party just started, and it’s already turned up.”
“Yes. It is.” Jade glanced my way. “That’s your boy?”
“From high school. You don’t remember Tyler?”
“Oh, God. The one who called himself Vitamin T?”
“That’s him.”
She shook her head. “He hasn’t changed one bit.”
Ross raised his glass in the air. “I’m sipping on a cranberry quarantini. Let’s go! Happy Blursday!”
“Blursday?” I asked.
“When all the days blur together so much, all you can say is, ‘It’s Blursday, bitch.’”
We all raised our glasses in cheers together. “Happy Blursday!”
For two hours, we partied with our friends, doing our best to forget that so many people all over the world were dying.
When we ended the session with them, the true fun began.
Nice and drunk, Jade showed me one of her many talents. She sucked my cock with a skill unmatched by any lover that I’d had. She slipped her tongue along my length and then sucked on my tip. And the whole time, I played and strummed with her slick pussy, loving how her clit twisted along my finger.
Like a pro, she took my cock into her mouth.
All I could do was whisper, “I’ll never let you leave New York now.”
“Mmmm.”
“You suck so good. I’m damn sure going to put a ring on it.”
Saliva dripped from her mouth, spilling down my cock. She licked it all up and sucked on it some more.
I grunted, unable to deal with the thrill heating up my spine. “Damn you. Suck it, Jade. Put it all in your mouth.”
And she did, making me come hard. I spilled white semen all over her face, painting those gorgeous lips. My body rocked from the impact. And she moaned the whole time, playing with her pussy and orgasming with me.
Yes. She’s staying in New York.The next day, I worked the whole time. Jade remained on the phone, ordering all her supplies and having them delivered to my condo. Every phone call thrilled me. If she could return to doing her art at my place, it would make her comfortable and give her a sense of home. Therefore, the chances of us remaining peacefully together would continue.