Quarantine and Chill (AMBW standalone Romance)

by Kenya Wright

  Damn it, Jade. I didn’t think you could be sexier.

  She collapsed on top of me. “Holy. Fucking. Shit.”

  I squeezed her ass, planted my feet on the bed, and began fucking her from the bottom. So exhausted, she lay along my body, moaning and taking every damn inch of my cock with no complaint.

  “There you fucking go.” I gritted my teeth. “Take it.”

  “Ah!”

  “Take it.” I slammed into her some more.

  My cock jerked inside her and then exploded.

  Growling, I held her in place, keeping my cock lodged deep within her. Balls deep. A dark groan left my chest as my body shivered with the release. So intense. It shattered every bit of me. I held on to her ass, losing myself and needing some form of an anchor.

  When I came down from the orgasm, I crashed into the bed, letting my legs straighten.

  “Holy shit is right.” My eyes closed. My heart boomed in my ears. Going soft, my cock remained inside of her. I had no plans of moving it yet.

  I’d meant what I said. I planned on staying in her pussy as long as I could.

  Lifting a little, she left a soft kiss on my skin and then rested her head on my chest. That small movement delivered lusty chills through me.

  I jerked. “Fuck. Don’t move.”

  She giggled.

  “I’m serious. You might kill me.”

  She giggled again. Her pussy hugged my cock with the laughter.

  Groaning, I moved my length in her some more. “Damn it, Jade. You’re going to have me addicted.”

  “You already have me gone.” She rose a little. My cock left that warm pussy. She tried to get off me.

  “No.” I pouted and kept her on top. “I’m not ready yet. Stay here.”

  She returned to laying on me. “I’m starting to prefer your chest over a pillow.”

  “Good.” I touched her hair. “Your buns are gone.”

  She chuckled.

  “Hmmm. Some of the curls are back.”

  “Oh, God. Your cock messed up our work.”

  “I don’t mind being guilty of that. I like these curls.” I slipped my hands along the soft strands. “Coronababy?”

  “What?” She lifted her head and looked at me.

  “You said coronababy earlier.”

  “Oh, I love humans. We come up with the craziest terms at the oddest times.”

  “And coronababy is one?”

  “Yes. It’s when two people get really cozy while quarantine-and-chilling.”

  “Which is what we’re doing.”

  “Yes.” She yawned.

  “By the way, there won’t be much chill with us. I’m fucking you this whole quarantine. I’m going to fuck you all over this apartment. I’ll have to get my cleaning lady over here before my sister returns.”

  She widened her eyes. “Anyway.”

  “Sorry. Tell me more about Coronababies.”

  “Babies conceived while people are cooped up at home during the coronavirus have been dubbed as coronababies.”

  “Where did you get this?”

  “One of my favorite vloggers went on and on about it. Apparently, when coronababies get older, they will be quaranteens.”

  I chuckled.

  “And. . .”

  I raised my brows. “Oh, there’s more?”

  “Yep.” She smiled at me. “This hypothetical new generation will be called—”

  “I’ve got it. The children of COVID.”

  “Nope. They will officially be called coronials.”

  “Oh, that’s wrong.”

  “That’s life.”

  “Poor guys.”

  “And girls.”

  We continued chatting away, naked, and lying in bed. Again, I had never experienced such utter comfort. Jade had slowly become my best friend and so much more. I relished in her conversation. I enjoyed her pussy. And more and more, I could not see any future without her right next to me.

  Chapter 13

  Jade

  Skin Hunger

  Ganesha had his Monday morning jogs. Therefore, I woke up before the sun, showered, and dressed. I made sure to not wake up Kamal as he lay naked in bed. Every time I looked his way, my heart stopped for a second.

  He’s so sexy.

  Ganesha rubbed against my leg.

  I kept my voice low. “Sorry. I’m coming. It’s just your uncle is fine as hell.”

  Wagging his tail, Ganesha trotted over to his bowl.

  “Okay. Okay.” I gently closed the bedroom door and fed Ganesha strips of duck and poured a few drops of flaxseed oil over it. “Bon appetit.”

  He devoured it all fast, lapped up some water, and rushed to the door.

  “Alright. I know you’ve been tired sitting in the apartment.” I grabbed his leash and my mask. Next, I put on Zora’s special dog walking fanny pack full of his pooper scooper, bags, and other doggy needs. “Let’s do it.”

  My phone rang when I left the apartment. I placed it on my ear. “Hello?”

  “How are you?” Mom asked.

  “Oh, hey Mom. I’m doing good.”

  “Milana told me that Kamal is staying with you.”

  I paused in the hallway. “You spoke to his mom?”

  “Yes. I had to make sure she was doing good.” People chattered in the background.

  “Where are you, Mom?”

  “I’m at Sombreno’s. That Italian restaurant around the corner.”

  “Mom, you’re supposed to be social distancing.”

  “I am. They’re closed, but they’re giving over a thousand meals to children who usually depend on school breakfast and lunch for their meals in a day. I’m helping with the packing.”

  “Oh. That’s so good.”

  “Here. Let me hang up and send you a picture.”

  “You can send it while you’re talking, Mom.”

  “I don’t know about that.”

  I smiled.

  “How’s Kamal?”

  “He’s doing good.”

  “What happened with that little gold digger he was with? He didn’t tell Milana.”

  “And so his mother asked you to find out?”

  “Maybe.”

  I grinned. “I don’t have anything to do with that.”

  “So. . .how long will Kamal be there? This could be an excellent opportunity.”

  “For what?”

  “To get to know each other better. I’ve always loved Kamal. He’s such a smart gentleman. Milana and I were talking about this opportunity and hoping you two would seize the moment.”

  “Wow.”

  “Is he there right now?”

  “No. I’m outside with Ganesha. In fact, I have to go Mom. I’m about to take him on a jog.”

  “I don’t want you outside right now, Jade.”

  “Mom, you’re outside and dealing with over a thousand people.”

  “I’m a grown woman.”

  “And apparently, I am not.”

  “That’s right.”

  “I love you, Mom. I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Good. And call me when Kamal is around. His mother wants to know about that chick.”

  “Yeah.” Sarcasm dripped on each word. “I’ll be sure to get him on the phone with you immediately. Love you.”

  Hanging up the phone, I ran down the stairs and met up with Oliver outside the building. His spaniel Elisabeth wore pink bows on top of her ears.

  “Good morning.” I guided Ganesha over.

  The dogs sniffed each other.

  “Good morning to you.” With no mask on, Oliver tried to give me an unexpected half hug.

  I backed up. “Sorry, but I’m not hugging during a pandemic. I hope you understand.”

  “Yeah. I do.” He frowned and guided us toward the park. “I keep forgetting.”

  I followed. “Not me. The rising deaths have been freaking me out.”

  Oliver stayed on my side. “Yeah, but I’ve been cooped up in my apartment all weekend. I’m gett
ing affected with the skin hunger bug.”

  “Skin hunger bug?”

  “I was checking out a CNN report. After that, I started researching it more and more. One of the difficulties for single people in quarantine is skin hunger. It’s a longing for human contact while in isolation.”

  “I see.” My phone beeped. I checked it. My mother sent a picture. I opened the message. It was a huge photo of her near stacks of boxes. Always stylish, she wore a pink flower print mask with a pink shirt and blue jeans. Pink plastic gloves covered her hands.

  Good job, Mom. Helping out with safety and fashion sense in mind.

  “Hugs are important.”

  I turned off the phone and put it up. “They are.”

  “Oxytocin increases levels of contentment, which can lead to higher levels of emotional bonding.”

  “Oh wow. You’ve really read up on it.”

  “Nothing else to do.” He frowned. “Oxytocin is a neuropeptide.”

  Confused, I raised my brows. “A. . .neuropeptide.”

  “Yeah. It’s basically this chemical in our brain that promotes feelings of devotion, trust, and bonding.”

  “And this all comes from a hug?”

  “A really good one. Yes.”

  We crossed the street. The dogs jumped and sniffed after each other.

  Oliver continued, “It’s even important to hug your kids.”

  “Well, I imagine so.” I giggled.

  “But get this,” Oliver led us to the main path where we’d run last week. “Children need sensory stimulation and what not. It helps them with physical and mental development.”

  “And they get this through hugging?”

  “This one article said that hugging can help children learn positive social skills and teach them empathy.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “But for all people. Hugs are still important.” He stopped us by a tree and began stretching.

  I went into my own stretch.

  “Basically, we need four hugs a day for survival.”

  “Just for survival?”

  “That’s right. Basic level is four hugs.”

  “Okay.”

  “We need eight hugs a day for maintenance.”

  “Maintenance?”

  “Yep. That’s just eight hugs to remain upbeat and ready to deal with the world.” He twisted his body one way and then turned the other way. “But for true growth and pure happiness. . .”

  “Okay?”

  “Twelve hugs.”

  “Wow. I don’t think I get twelve hugs daily, especially when I’m back in Los Angeles.”

  “Get a dog. They provide therapy.”

  “Good point.” I bent over and touched my toes. “And I’ve definitely hugged Ganesha a lot recently. My mood has improved.”

  “So. . .” He gave me a sad smile. “You can see my dilemma.”

  I rose and rolled my neck around in circles. “What dilemma?”

  “I need to hug someone today. In fact, you need to hug someone too. It’s for our maintenance.” Oliver spread his arms out. “Let’s knock a few hugs out today. My immune system is tough. I don’t have the virus or anything like that.”

  I grinned. “Oh no. I’m good. I’m a better safe than sorry person.”

  “Well.” Disappointment covered his face. “We’re buds, so I figured I would ask.”

  “Of course.” I gestured to Elisabeth. “However, don’t forget. You can get your hugs with your furry baby.”

  He frowned. “You’re right.”

  We finished our stretching in uncomfortable silence.

  I scanned the place. Sunlight bathed the area, sprinkling through the scattered trees. Only two other people were out today, walking their dogs at a far distance.

  I glanced back at Oliver.

  He bent over directly in front of me with his muscular ass in the air.

  You think you could have done that the other way?

  I turned my attention to Ganesha. He took our moment of stretching to poop. I pulled out a bag from my fanny pack, bagged the poop, and threw it in the trash can.

  “Here we go.” Oliver flexed his arms a few times. “I’m ready.”

  “Let’s do it.” I smiled and started a light jog forward. Ganesha and Elisabeth followed us, wagging their tails. “Please, keep it easy on me this time. Last Monday you sprinted at the end.”

  Oliver kept my pace several feet on my right. “It builds muscle.”

  “I was sore for the rest of the week.”

  “I can always come over and give you a massage.”

  “No thank you.” I laughed. “Do you not understand that there is a pandemic happening?”

  “Hey, I’m keeping my distance.”

  “Where’s your mask?”

  “My mouth is one of the best parts of my face, besides my eyes. I’m not covering it up.”

  “Alrighty then.”

  “It’s true. Don’t you think so?”

  “I think you better start putting a mask on your face.”

  “Anyway.” He increased our pace a little. “I am glad I have a dog. No one has wanted to come over for dinner and watch Netflix with me. I’ve been so alone.”

  “It’s a deadly virus going around.”

  “I don’t have it.”

  “Were you tested?”

  “I don’t need to be tested. I’m running. People with the virus aren’t running.”

  “Some have reported no symptoms, but still had it.”

  “I haven’t really heard about anybody even having this. I think some of it is. . .”

  “What? A conspiracy?”

  “I’m not saying this is completely fake, but you know how the news can blow things out of proportion?”

  “I do, but they can’t fake people dying every day.”

  “Who do you know that has had it?”

  “My best friend’s mother.” My thighs burned a little as I continued jogging forward. “The singer Pink announced it. She said her son and her recovered.”

  “Yeah, but did you see her sick? Maybe someone paid her.”

  “Oh my God. You don’t really think that way. Right?”

  “America is messed up like that. This society likes mass hysteria.”

  “No way.” I shook my head. “What about Tom Hanks? He said he had it.”

  “Paid.”

  “Prince Charles?”

  “Definitely paid.”

  “And Scarface?”

  “You mean Tony Montona?”

  “No. Not the movie character. The rapper, Scarface. He announced it.”

  “I don’t know him, but I bet he was paid too.”

  I giggled. “Okay. I can’t with you right now.”

  We rounded the path and sped up through a tunnel of trees. Sweat trickled down the side of my face.

  Oliver sighed. “Hey, maybe you’re right.”

  “Maybe.”

  “I just hate this quarantine crap.”

  “It hasn’t even been a week, Oliver.”

  “It’s killing me.” Slowing up his jog, he turned my way. “Last night, I cried.”

  “Oh.” I wasn’t sure what to say.

  “I think I needed a hug or something.”

  “I’m. . .sorry to hear that. It’s going to be okay.”

  “It will. Elisabeth licked the tears away.” Oliver sniffled and winked at her. “Dogs are good with human sadness.”

  “They are.”

  “After she licked my tears. . .I just started talking to her about everything.”

  “Good.”

  “Elisabeth doesn’t have an agenda like some chicks. She just listened.”

  “O-kay.”

  “Dogs are authentic.”

  “And cute.” I pushed myself to maintain Oliver’s speed. “This is probably why so many use them for therapy.”

  “Exactly.”

  We chatted more. An hour later, the jog ended. Sweat coated my body. My thighs and calves burned. I lifted my mask a
nd fanned my face.

  Oliver walked on my side. “Good jog?”

  I blew out a long breath. I wanted to fall to the ground, but I continued walking to slowly let my muscles relax. “Yes. Good jog.”

  “Want to go again tomorrow?”

  “Absolutely not.”

  “Maybe, Wednesday or Friday?”

  “No way. I only promised Zora that I would take Ganesha on his official Monday jog.” Panting, I held my hands on my hips. “That is it for me.”

  He frowned. “Okay, but let me know if you want to hang out.”

  I grinned. “I will, but I doubt it because—news flash—it’s a pandemic.”

  He shook his head. “You’re being super safe.”

  “Call me crazy, but this is not the time for gatherings.”

  Especially with people that I barely know.

  Oliver wiped his forehead. “Hey, do you mind if I grab a glass of water at Zora’s spot? Sometimes she lets me get some.”

  “That’s fine. You just have to stand in the hallway. Sorry.”

  “You’re being careful due to coronavirus. I get it.”

  “You would actually have to stand outside regardless. I’m crazy when I don’t know someone that well.” I climbed the stairs of Zora’s buildings and opened the front door for us.

  “Hey, this is our second jog and we meet up with our dogs every day.”

  “It still takes me time to invite people into my place.” I led us upstairs.

  “I get it. You’re a beautiful woman. You should be careful.”

  “Yep. Okay. You stay right here.” I opened the door and brought Ganesha in.

  “No problem.” Oliver winked at me. “I’ll be right here, waiting for you.”

  I stepped inside, lowered, and undid Ganesha’s leash. The poor doggy raced to his water bowl and commenced to sloshing liquid all over his face and the floor.

  Kamal’s voice filled the air. “Yes, Victor, but the data from the Costa account suggests that the new privacy firewall is blocking more intrusions and not filtering network traffic appropriately.”

  Okay. He’s up, bright and early.

  I entered the kitchen and looked across.

  Kamal had the dining area set up as an office. He wore a nice designer blue suit jacket and buttoned shirt with a light blue tie. For the bottom half of his body, he had on a pair of jeans. In one hand he held a cup of coffee. A plate stacked with pancakes sat on the stool beside him.

  He caught me watching him and hit me with the sexiest smile of my life.