Quarantined with Kell, Part I - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part I

... protagonist and his main love interest were slipping into a love scene – a scene that had been building all through the film. It was one of those intense, sensual, erotic European scenes with lots of beautiful camera angles and breathlessly opened mouths.

I realized I was getting hard, and my erection was dangerously close to Kell’s arm. I didn’t dare move for fear of bumping into her. I froze.

Kell sighed softly as she watched, snuggling closer to me, pressing herself into me, her breasts against the side of my chest. Her arm moved and now rested against my erection.

She didn’t give any sign that she had noticed, though there was no way she couldn’t avoid it. She lay like that for the rest of the movie. Thankfully, my erection eased some once the sex scene ended. But I know that Kell knew I had been turned on.

My arousal wasn’t just purely sexual. I couldn’t deny that I felt a connection to her, a love that I had stuffed ever since the beach incident. I wasn’t sure I would be able to stuff it any longer.

When the movie ended it was getting near midnight. It was Saturday, so I didn't have to rush to bed, but my body knew it was getting near time for me to turn in.

Kell saw me yawning. “You tired?” she asked sitting up. I nodded.

“You can sleep on the couch,” she said. She got up and returned with sheets and a blanket. “You can go ahead and turn in now, I'll hang out in my bedroom.”

I felt bad, kicking her out of her own living room. I said ...

... so.

“Well, it's either that, or you go lay down in my bed and go to sleep. When I'm ready to go to bed I will wake you up and you can come out here. Does that sound better?”

I considered this. It sounded fine, I just was a little uncomfortable being in her bed, especially considering our history together – and her seeming nonchalance about it. But I was tired. I would at least give it a try.

My luggage was on an airplane, so all I had for clothes was what was in my carry on. Most of what I stuffed in the carry on had been computer equipment, since I knew I had a few clothes at my folks place if anything went wrong with my luggage. As I dug through my carry on, Kell heard my swearing.

“What's the matter,” she asked.

“I don't have anything to sleep in,” I said.

“Sleep naked. That's what I do.”

I would have been happier not knowing that – but I figured I would probably have found out that particular intelligence soon enough on my own. I sighed.

“I’ll sleep in my jeans, thank you.”

“No regular clothes in my bed, sorry. You can wear your underwear if you’re uncomfortable.”

“Okay.”

I carried a few toiletries into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face. When I came out of the bathroom, Kell was standing in the bedroom next to the bed. She hugged me.

“I promise, everything is going to be okay,” she said.

“I hope so.”

She stepped around the partition back out into the main part of the studio. I undressed down to just my boxers and climbed into the ...