"There's no fucking way!" I yelled at her.
"There's not a lot choice in the matter, Rick," she replied.
"Un-Fucking-Believable!" I screamed as I stormed into the next room.
I have every reason to be angry. I had just broken up with Jessica after discovering that she was cheating on me; and just when I was finally going to be rid of her by getting her out of our apartment, the fucking coronavirus outbreak is forcing us to stay in the same apartment.
We first met three years ago at our college graduation party. My girlfriend at the time had just dumped me a week earlier for another guy at the same time that her boyfriend broke up with her, also for another guy.
We met at the party and was introduced to each other by a mutual friend. I agreed to meet her, even though I was still depressed over my ex. I soon got over it when I saw Jessica. She was stunningly beautiful; long chestnut hair, amazing green eyes, a great body, and yes that means she had nice big tits. We had an instant connection. We drank, talked, drank some more, danced, drank some more, won a beer pong game together, drank some more, and finally went back to my place to fool around.
The next morning when I woke up with a severe hangover, I got dressed and left my bedroom and found her in the kitchen where she was also nursing her hangover. She gave me a tall glass of orange juice which I chugged down in less than ten seconds. We sat in the kitchen and talked for a good long time and decided to go out later that day for an actual date.
We both knew we were on the rebound. We discussed that early on, we didn't want to fall into the trap that we just wanted to be with someone. But after a while we really began to fall for each other; and even though both our friends and family thought it was a bad idea and we were moving to fast, we decided to move in together.
Everything was going well. We both had good jobs, we were living in a great apartment, had a good social life and most of all we were in love with each other, or at least I thought so. So, you can imagine how devastating it was to me when she confessed that she was having an affair with a male co-worker for the last three months.
She claims that she doesn't really know why she began the affair. She claimed that it was just a thing that happened. They were both working late, he was being very flirtatious, more so than he usually is with her and the other women in the office. Then while they were laughing at some good office gossip about their supervisors, he went for a kiss. She pushed him back at first; but when he went for another kiss, she let it happen and they both had sex on the floor of the file room. After that, they began meeting in secret to fool around some more. She said it wasn't a serious thing, it was just about the sex. It was exciting and new for her. But after some time, she was feeling too guilty about what she was doing, ended it with that other guy and then confessed everything to me.
I went crazy. I smashed up a lot of our stuff; destroyed my TV. I called her horrible names; slut, whore, all that typical stuff you yell in situations like that. It got so bad that our neighbors had to call the cops on us; probably a good thing they did because when they came by, I was forced to calm down. After they saw that it was just a domestic dispute and nobody was going to get hurt, they left. She packed a few things and went to stay one of her friend's place.
After almost a week apart, we talked on the phone she agreed that even though her name was on the lease, I lived in the apartment longer than she did so I deserved it more. We agreed on what to split up and while I was at work she would come by and take her stuff and be gone before I came home.
It should've been done just like that. But during this time, the coronavirus outbreak was finally beginning to spread around the country, and several states began going into lockdown mode. Except for certain businesses, most businesses were ordered to shut down. Those of us who were able to were working from home. And social distancing was highly encouraged at all levels.
That is why Jessica had no choice but to stay in my place. Just when she was about to come to my apartment to get her stuff, her office told her that everyone was going to be working from home. And because of social distancing, she couldn't stay at her friend's house anymore. So, the only thing that was left was for her to stay with me. And since we were both working from home, and couldn't go anywhere because social distancing, we had to see each other a lot more.
After I calmed down, I met her in the living room and talked it out.
"We're not going to get back together, no matter what" I told her.
"I don't expect us to," she replied.
"Unless it's something very important, I want you to stay away from me."
"No problem."
"And while you're here I expect you to be looking for another place to stay."
"I definitely will."
"And I'm not going to help you bring move your stuff into the spare bedroom, or help you set up your computer for whatever work you need to do."
"I don't expect you to. I'll of course do everything myself."
"Ok, why are you being so agreeable right now?"
"I have no reason not to be. You have every right to be angry, so I'm going to do everything I can to make this a pleasant situation as possible."
I didn't like that she was being so nice. I don't know why I hated it, I felt that she needed to be less accommodating to me, so I could hate have more of a reason to hate her. But by being nice about it she was taking that away from me. But at the same time, I can't blame her for being this way, I would be the same way.
In the first week things were going well. She stayed out of my way and we only when it involved apartment related matters. We stayed in our rooms to do our work most of the day and in the morning or evenings we said nothing to each other.
It was going well until one day; in the morning she came out of the bathroom after taking a shower wrapped in a bath towel. I've noticed in the past that she normally wraps a towel around her with the towel completely above her chest. This time it was half way down her breasts, exposing the top half of her tits. And in the evenings, she would use the living room to do her workouts, wearing a sports bra which she knows I like seeing her in. And there were other things like that such as the way she keeps wearing tight shirts, small shorts, smelling nice. Maybe I was overthinking it, but I felt she was showing off her body, like she was trying to get my attention. I wasn't sure if that was the case, I thought about talking to her about it but without real evidence I would've looked bad in the situation. But at the same time being stuck in an apartment with a beautiful woman most of the day was starting get to me. I was jerking off a lot more than I normally would; and even though I tried to think of other women when I did it, I always ended up imaging Jessica.
