This story was to be part 2 of Kinky PPE's, but as soon as I started writing it took off in another direction. It's a very gentle tale of two people unexpectedly falling for each other. I like the characters and I hope the story works. Feedback and votes are very welcome as it always good to know what the readers think, x
I was sat in my PJ's, aimlessly flicking through different websites, at a bit of a loss as to what to do with my time. The previous two months had been the busiest of my life, the ICU where I worked doubling in capacity but not in staff. Before this week I'd only had one full day off in two months; my bank balance would thank me but my brain and body didn't. I now had a week off and had thought I'd sleep for most of it but found I was too wired and actually sleeping worse.
Under normal circumstances I'd go to the gym or meet friends in the pub for a bit of liquid debriefing, but these places were still closed, hence the PJ's and the internet. Realizing that work, gym and pub were the highlights of my life pre Covid didn't make me feel any better.
Before the virus had turned mine and everybody else's life upside down I had spent an insane and exhilarating, albeit completely out of character, 36hrs posting very risqué photos of myself online and had even put on a live sex show on a fetish site, adorned head to toe in gown, goggle and masks. It was this site I had just clicked on and ScarletV, an Australian goth girl who had helped me last time had been online and immediately engaged me in conversation. "How's it going stranger?"
"Good thanks, just getting back to a bit of normality, well sort of, lol."
"Lol, how was the whole Covid thing been for you?"
"Fairly mad and pretty exhausting. Thankfully we seem to be over the worst of it."
"I can only imagine. I hope you're ok."
"A bit tired, but I'm ok. How's life been for you?"
"Apart from college I use to spend most of my time on the computer anyway, so really not that different. Do you want to chat face to face, rather than typing?"
I said yes and she sent me the link and I was soon staring at the pretty face I remembered from before, still in a black vest with tattoos showing but without half as much makeup on.
It was funny, even though we had only ever chatted briefly it was like greeting an old friend.
"You're so pretty ,I wondered what you looked like, I love your red hair." Scarlet said.
I started laughing, remembering that the last time we chatted I was wearing a surgical mask and cap. "Maybe I should show you my bum to verify it's me." We both got into giggles and I felt better than I had in ages.
We chatted for ages and even though Scarlet was only in her late teens or early twenties she was a good listener as I let go of some of my pent up emotions and stress.
"Wow, I've read about how busy the hospitals were and how sick the patients were, but listening to you talk makes it really real and maybe even more scary."
"I know, we seem to be over the worst of it here in London, but it hasn't gone away and some places seem to be getting it really bad."
We both nodded and were quiet for a while, smiling and not knowing what to say next, but I think both of us not wanting to finish our chat. Finally Scarlet perked up and with the cheekiest smile I'd ever seen, said, "So tell me about your life before this stupid virus."
"What sort of things do you want to know?"
"Everything, where you were born, your first pet, how you ended up flashing your tits on the internet."
I flushed a bit but saw the funny side of what she said, "It was fairly mad wasn't it. I'd never done anything like that before. I was surprised how much I enjoyed it and how turned on I got, seems like a lifetime ago."
"It was really cool and really sexy; you could tell how much you enjoyed it. People on here are still talking about it, it's like part of our folklore."
"Wow." I started laughing "Who knew my tits, ass and fanny would be so famous or so popular."
We both laughed at this and I thought Scarlet was going to ask more about it but she seemed to change her mind and went back to asking more general stuff about me. I told her about my fairly normal upbringing, how I started nursing college at eighteen, how I was always one of the wildest in our student group, how I ended up with my arsehole of a last boyfriend who had posted our private photo's on the net after I kicked him out, in fact he'd shown them to his mates when he was drunk even before we'd broken up.
"Wanker!" Scarlet said with real venom.
"He was certainly that, much better at pleasuring himself than pleasuring me."
"That must have been horrible." Scarlet said after we had both stopped laughing.
"I was very angry at him but didn't give a fuck about the photos or who saw them. In fact I quite liked the idea of someone staring at my privates and getting off on it."
"Hence the show you put on for us."
"Sort of, it was having access to the PPE and the anonymity, combined with boredom and wanting to be naughty."
"You're just an exhibitionist tart really."
"Probably." We were both smiling again as we fell into a happy silence. I hadn't done much face to face chatting over the internet and certainly not with someone I didn't know very well but Scarlet was really easy to chat with and even the pauses and silences didn't seem awkward.
"Tell me about yourself, I don't suppose Scarlet is your real name."
Scarlet smiled some more but seemed to be thinking "I was born here in Australia but come from good Irish stock and hence have about four names, the first two are Deidre Philomena."
I smiled and nodded before she continued "It's a great telling off name, the nuns loved it. 'Deidre Philomena McNamara you're a wanton child'." This last bit was said in a broad Irish brogue and even though Scarlet smiled there was a different look in her eyes, hurt or some other strong emotion.
"Everyone calls me Dee."
