Next Door Hater (Love Under Lockdown)

Nate kissed me as I breathed slow, trying to focus myself to the pleasure growing down there as the pain subsided. When he could feel I was ready, he started to move once more. The bulk of his cock caressing against my clit and g-spot in the same instant, making me moan with pure delight. Fearing I just might pass out from the joy of it all.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding on to dear life, as well as consciousness, as Nate fucked me to a greater understanding of myself. Our bodies and spirits coming together in a burst of transcendence.

Nate pulled out gently, cleaning us both off with wet wipes provided on the night table. Kissing me tenderly as I did so, carefully maintaining our slowly built connection. Keeping his hand where it was, Nate gently fingered me to another orgasm, bursting like a fireworks display behind my eyes.

I opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling in my room, the cracks in the placer roughly as numerous as before. I counted them as I came down, keeping my fingers deep inside me. As I came back to reality, I was honestly shocked by the number and depth of digits I’d managed to fit in there.

Easing them out inch by inch, I lay my hand on my pussy as I recovered from the multiple orgasms I’d had. It had already taken more than I ever thought it could. A fact that rather bolstered my confidence in terms of actually having sex.

Even with Nate’s comparatively formidable size. Particularly if it was anything like what had gone down in my head. The whole thing was so vivid, it had honestly felt real, and I could replay it at will in the theater of my mind. One of the advantages to seeing so many films, not to mention practiced meditation.

I’d have to remember to thank Amber for the pointers when I saw her again. I’d been out of school for nearly a month, but I still hadn’t forgotten about it. What once seemed like a prison of my own making, suddenly bringing up a longing in me, I’d never imagined possible.

The work was hard, but I had friends and could move about freely. Granted the last bit was because of the lockdown, the isolation imposed by the government, the same no matter where I was, but I still very much wanted to go back. I just wished I could take Nate with me.

Not exactly reaching for the stars, as far as dreams went, but that didn’t mean fate wouldn’t still take the opportunity to toy with us for its own amusement.

Chapter Fourteen - Nate

The horrors came to an end. A dark menagerie behind my eyes, poofed into nothingness by the light of day. The same old thing. A theme carried on since I was young. It wasn’t every night. I’d have needed to be committed long before were such the case. The night terrors came maybe three times a week, with no warning before their arrival, which only made things worse when it came down to it.

I needed a shower, but coffee came first. As it did in so many cases.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

It wasn’t a surprise to see Elise. It was her side of the house after all. I’d just popped over to see if they had any milk, having just thrown out the third carton that week. Even with the ice, things only lasted for so long. More of a surprise was the fact she was only wearing a t-shirt, at least from what I could tell.

“Milk?”

“Fridge.”

I should have guessed. Going as quickly as I could, I got the milk and headed out before I could do anything we both might regret.

“Wait.”

Elise took my wrist as she had the night before. Like then, I had no impulse to pull away. To break free of her grip, which was surprisingly strong and resolute.

“Stay.”

She released me and I sat down beside her, impressed by her trust in me. Even if I didn’t trust myself entirely. Especially with her wearing so little. She should be able to wear anything she wanted, of course. It was none of my business what she did in her own house. Or her mother’s house at least. It was down to me to control myself.

Elise got the pot from the coffeemaker, giving me a good look at her, the hem of the dress-like shirt swishing enticingly around her bare thighs.

Getting a fresh mug full I added the milk, the scene becoming a lot more normal and comfortable in terms of its general feeling. What had happened the night before, as well as what could have happened, were just shapes in the distance. It was never going to be erased, not that I’d want to, but it didn’t have to make things weird between us.