Note from the author: this is the second installment of the tale of Jake and Juliet, two neighbors navigating the pandemic in the Upper West Side of Manhattan. To get the full thrust of the story (heh heh) start with Chapter 01. As always, I appreciate ratings and comments! Cheers, Petitmort
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Juliet woke up with a start. Did what she think happened really happen? Or was it one of those amazing dreams you have and wish were true.
She had her first date with Jake, the très beau artist who lived on the floor above her. They had the most amazing conversation, talking about everything under the sun, totally losing track of time. They told stories, they laughed, they flirted. He asked her to bed and she said yes. He made her cum -- the most intense, beautiful orgasm she'd had in a long time. And then he came too. And it all happened without either of them leaving their respective apartments.
Juliet sat up. Her headache told her it wasn't a dream. She remembered she had been drinking a lot.
Her laptop was open next to her on the bed. She remembered his face there, watching her. He was laying in bed too. He had arranged it all so beautifully.
She was still naked. She must have fallen asleep and slept through the night. She checked her phone. Eight thirty. No messages from Jake. She got up and slipped on a short, satiny robe.
She looked out the windows of her apartment and took in the morning light. West End was deserted. As usual. Ever since the lockdown, cars and pedestrians were few and far between. The buzz of New York City was a thing of the past.
She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. What in the world got into me last night? I can't believe we did that! She gathered the fragments of her memory as she brushed her teeth.
She rinsed her mouth and used her fingers to reassemble her black hair into shape. Good enough.
She grabbed her phone and checked it again. Why hasn't he texted me? Maybe he's sorry it happened. Maybe he's embarrassed. Or maybe he's still asleep.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated. It was a text from Jake.
"Check your front door," was all it said.
She went to the front door and opened it. On the floor was a paper coffee cup and a note card. She brought both back inside.
"Just a little something to help you start your day. And to say thanks for last night."
He had signed it with the letter "J" followed by a drawing of two flowers.
She removed the lid revealing a café latte topped with frothy steamed milk and what looked like chocolate shavings. She took an oversized coffee cup from her cabinet and poured the coffee into it. Then she threw out the empty cup and lid and washed her hands.
She sat at her kitchen table and brought the cup to her lips. The flavors of an expertly-made café mocha filled her senses.
She sighed.
She reached for her phone and called him.
"Hi," he answered, simply.
"Hi," she said softly. "It's delicious."
"I wasn't sure if you'd like mocha or not," he said. "I took a leap of faith."
"I love mocha," she smiled.
"I wanted to get you something sweet," he said. "Because last night was so sweet."
A sharp intake of breath showed her agreement.
"Oui," she said. "C'est vrai."
"Plus, I figured you'd like a little coffee after all that drinking."
"Margaritas. Merde," she muttered. "They seemed like a good idea at the time. I hope I didn't do anything too embarrassing."
Jake's voice was sincere.
"You were utterly charming," he said. "In every way."
"I doubt that," she answered. "But you are a gentleman to say so."
There was a pause. What do you say to someone you hardly know but with whom you shared the most intimate moments possible?
"I want to be with you," he said simply.
"Moi aussi. Me too. But we cannot."
"I've been thinking about that," he answered. "What if we, you know, just took a walk together? We could stay six feet apart? They say that's fine."
"I'd want to hold you close to me," she confided. "I'm not sure I could keep away."
"Come on," he said. "It'll be good to get outside. I have a place I want to show you."
She glanced out of her kitchen window. The sky through the Linden trees outside her window was a deep blue.
"Sure. Why not?" she said.
"Meet me out front at nine?"
"D'accord," she said. "See you at nine."
She instantly felt a charge of anticipation. She couldn't bare spending the day isolated in her apartment. Not after last night.
She replayed the night in her mind's eye as she turned on the shower. It was so special. He was intelligent, charming, thoughtful. Strong yet sensitive. Creative. How he arranged everything with their laptops. It felt so ... real. She felt a tingling sensation between her legs as she stepped into the shower.
Feeling the warm water caressing her skin, she thought of him touching her. That's what she wanted more than anything. To feel his hands on her naked body. To feel his skin touching hers. To feel him inside her.
She ran her soapy hands over her arms and torso, remembering his deep voice whispering in her ear. Seducing her. Describing in perfect words what he would do if he were in her bed.
She closed her eyes and slid her fingers across her breasts. Her nipples were erect, excited. She started to play with them, imagining it was him fondling her.
She arched her back and let the warm water wash over her sensitive breasts. Her hand moved to her pussy. It was warm and wet.
With one hand fingering her pussy and the other tweaking her nipples, she let her mind go. She imagined Jake slipping into her apartment and joining her in her bed. She imagined it was his fingers rubbing her clit.
As her fantasy unfolded, she felt her orgasm approaching. She started to make groaning sounds. He was in the apartment right above her. Perhaps he was showering too. What if he was jacking himself off right now, thinking of her? The thought just made her hotter and she came loudly, her groans becoming high pitched shrieks, echoing in the tiled shower.
She came to in time to quickly dry herself and dress. She wore her running shorts, loose nylon fabric but quite short, and a form-fitting t-shirt. She applied some eye makeup and a subtle lip gloss. She had the natural beauty to go without any makeup but felt more confident with a little on.
He was waiting for her on the street. He was wearing running shorts and running shoes, and a t-shirt with a Cal Bears logo. He smiled when it saw her and she returned it warmly.
"Well, hello there," he said.
"Nice to see you," she answered. "And in person too."
"Not disappointed, I hope," he said with a sly grin.
"Pas du tout," she replied. "Not in the least. And you?"
