Lock Step - Love Under Lockdown

“I hope you’re right,” I said warily.

“Trust me,” Phil said. “He probably did hear you in here, but assumed it was just a weird noise from me.”

“Either way, let’s get out of here before something else happens?”

“Good point.”

We even went up on the roof in the middle of the night. Looking at the stars and eating chocolate, I felt safe in Phil’s arms.

But were we living on borrowed time?

What would happen after the lockdown ended?

We’d have to go back to our colleges and resume our normal lives.

How could we do this in the outside world?

“Phil, how are we going to do this outside of the house?” I asked.

“It’ll be easy. You can come up to my college. I didn’t show anyone a picture of you. You can pretend to be my old high school girlfriend,” he assured me.

“Yeah, but what about after college?” I asked. “Or even during break? I showed my own friends a picture of you.”

“Well, you could just lie and say I’m someone else. When they point out that I look like Phil, you just acknowledge that I kinda look like Phil, but I’m not. I’m just, like, Adam, or someone.”

“I guess that could work,” I pondered. “But what if my friends meet your friends? Eventually, someone would find out.”

“Look, I think you’re overthinking this,” he said. “At some point, we could just tell our friends, right? I guess they won’t really be that surprised, considering the circumstances.”

“But then our parents might find out. People might not understand.”

“What’s to understand? We’re not blood relations. It’s fine.”

“I guess.”

“Stop worrying.”

“Okay,” I smiled. “You do have a way of making all my worries go away.”

“You ready to go back inside?” he asked. “It’s getting a little chilly out here.”

“Yeah, come into my room and warm me up.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Barefooted, we walked back to the window and got inside the house. We slipped into my bedroom. Our folks were still asleep.

We started making out passionately. Phil had become a great kisser or maybe I was just so smitten by him that each time felt better and better. Every time he touched me my body felt alive. I couldn’t dream of a moment without him and I wanted to spend every waking minute with him if I could.

Of course, that was tough in the house. We didn’t want to raise suspicions, so we tried to keep each other at bay.

We’d pretend to fight in that petty way that siblings often do, but at night we were lovers. It was intense. The clandestine nature of it all highlighted the feeling and my need for him.

On the bed, we had stripped off all our clothes. I climbed on Phil upside down so we could 69 each other. He was playing with my pussy, licking it and sticking his fingers in both my holes.

I moaned on his cock, which I eagerly gobbled up. I also licked his balls. There wasn’t a piece of him I wouldn’t lick, and he would do the same.

We were like ravenous animals, intent on pleasure. In the dark, together, we stimulated each other with our mouths. My juices flowed over his face and into his mouth, while his precum teased me.

I tickled the tip of his penis with my tongue in new ways. Each of us was learning to pleasure the other in more sophisticated ways.

Finally, we erupted simultaneously. My juices shot out from between my legs, coating his face with my wetness. In return, I was treated to a generous helping of his creamy cum. It filled my cheeks and I consumed it eagerly.

I could feel his cock pumping it up and into my mouth. I didn’t waste a single drop and to me, it tasted delicious.

I wanted to go on like this forever with him.

I just wasn’t sure how realistic of a dream that wish really was.Chapter Nineteen - PhilIt had been three months since we’d been cooped up in the house. The governor showed no signs of letting anyone go back to their normal lives, although I sensed it was becoming more and more political. Riots broke out across the country all over, but eventually these were quelled.

It didn’t really matter to us, in our world. The world was the house and that was it. Sure, you could go on the Internet and talk to your friends, but with each passing day you had less and less to talk to them about.

In some states, people went back to normal lives. For the rest of us, it was just one long slog.

Richard and I were still sharing drinks in the study. We too had less and less to say to each other.

What do you say to someone you see every single day?

What new information was there to talk about?

Once in a while, I could relay the news or some YouTube video I had seen to provide me with a topic of conversation, but that was about it.