Socially Distanced: A Quarantine Novella

“Everyone has a kink,” she replies nonchalantly. “Most people don’t call it that, but they have one anyway.”

“Like what?”

“Like…being into underwater porn. That’s still a kink.”

“Underwater porn is a thing?”

“Of course it is. Everything you can imagine is a thing.”

I start to imagine quite a lot. I’m not sure how much of it is considered kinky, but for the first time in quite a while, my cock is interested in what’s going on around him and takes notice of the woman on the next balcony.

I do not need this.

I shift from foot to foot, looking out at the empty streets and buildings around me, breathing deeply and trying not to think about the woman on the next balcony tied to a four-poster bed, spread-eagled and waiting. I swallow hard and wet my lips.

“I think this topic might be a little too intense for me,” I admit.

“Is that bad?”

I dare to look at her. She leans casually on the railing, intense eyes staring into mine and making my heart beat faster. The sun catches her hair, making her look like she’s wearing a shining halo, but I imagine little devil horns on her head would be more appropriate.

“It’s bad when I can’t do anything about it,” I finally say.

“Maybe we could do something about it.” Kendra tilts her head slightly as she bites down on her lower lip.

My thighs clench, and my heart starts to beat a little faster. I feel like my throat is trying to close up on me, and I have trouble getting words out.

I’m not used to women coming on to me. Even before all of this, I wasn’t the most socially active person. I hadn’t dated much since college, choosing instead to focus on my career and my male friendships. It’s not that women made me overly uncomfortable, but I’m not much of a one-night-stand kind of guy, and a relationship just took more time and energy than I had been willing to give.

But now…now everything is different. Now there is a woman a few feet away from me, clearly making sexual advances, and I can’t even touch her. The inaccessibility of her has apparently made the whole idea far more appealing than I might have thought under other circumstances.

“Like what?” I finally manage to ask. I’m not sure I want to hear the answer, but I also can’t help myself.

“Ever have phone sex?” Kendra bites her lips again, and her eyelashes flutter at me.

“No.”

“Well, just follow my lead, okay?”

“Are you serious?” I stare at her, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, trying to figure out if this is some kind of joke.

“Yes.” Her gaze drops slightly, and then she looks into my eyes and smirks. “You’re obviously interested.”

I glance down. My cock, in his efforts to leap right out of my sweatpants, is actually poking out between two of the balcony rails. I take a quick step back, and Kendra chuckles softly.

“What are you suggesting?” I ask. “I mean, how does that even work?”

“Mutual masturbation,” Kendra says bluntly. “You do whatever it is you do to get yourself off, and I do the same, but we do it at the same time. And we talk while we’re doing it.”

“Talk?”

“I’ll tell you what I’m doing to myself, and you tell me what you’re doing. Make sense?”

“I guess so. I’ve never done anything like this.”

“It’s easy,” she says. “So let’s try it, okay?”

I can’t refuse.