My girlfriend Sheila and I were bored. That was the core of it. Lots of the groups and activities we used to enjoy sort of ended during the pandemic. My D&D group shut down during lockdown, and so did her choral group. When the lockdown ended, people had come up with other things to do with their mind, and neither got restarted. Same with my softball league, and a lot of other groups. We ended up spending far to much time in our own heads...and with each other. We talked ourselves into what we KNEW were bad ideas. I think that's how a lot of things going on in the world lately happened.
Anyway, we started talking about how much hotter the sex was in High School. Sneaking around, fucking in the woods behind the school hoping no one found us, hoping no one saw us. Fucking in corners in crowded parties, KNOWING a ton of people saw us, but none of them were our parents. Using saran wraps as condoms because we were stupid and hoping she didn't get pregnant. We both agreed what made it special was the risk.
Well, we won all those bets. She never got pregnant, we never got caught by her parents or the cops. I never got an STD when I experimented with guys in college.
Now we can have sex in her Queen sized bed whenever we feel like. If we lie'ked we could have sex on her childhood bed this weekend...her parents would be thrilled to have us visit, and understand we are adults.
We can go to the drug store and pick up condoms or The Pill. Hell, if we got pregnant it wouldn't be a big deal. We'd probably just get married. Even if we didn't, no one would care. It's not the 20th century...a lot of people skip marriage. We'd end up one of those couples that might as well be married. My Mom would be through the moon...she is always talking about wanting to be a grandmother.
We decided we wanted to bring back the risk. We just couldn't agree on what sort of risk to bring back. So we decided...all of them.
It was a surprisingly intricate plan...which makes me amazed in retrospect we went through with it. There was so much time for us to decide "Wait, this is not a good idea.". Usually these plans fall to a post-nut moment of clarity. But as I said, we were bored.
Sheila went off the pill, and talked to her doctor about timing her ovulations. She got an app and a basal thermometer and some ovulation predictor kits to help her. She surprised her gynecologist by canceling her next gynecologist appointment. Then we both canceled our health insurance...that would make the risks that much bigger.
I talked to building security about the cameras in the parking garage. Apparently they weren't monitored, they kept the recording for a month. People only looked at them there was a complaint of vandalism or car theft or something. I got copies of the tapes by the simple expedient of keying my own car in an inconspicuous place and saying I wanted to see whether it happened at home or at work. (Thet were relieved it didn't happen in the parking garage,) I located the blind spots in the cameras...and the spots where they overlapped. There was one camera that was recently replaced and had MUCH better image quality.
But most of my time spent finding the perfect...Bull, I think they were called. It was hard, because most people on those kinds of forums were all talk. But DoroHiFive69 was perfect. He was big, black, and bi. Big, because there is something extra intimidating about meeting a stranger who only wanted you for sex when the guy was a six foot ten body builder. Black, because the darker the skin, the more obvious any child he fathered wasn't mine...And Bi, because I was turned on by the same stranger fucking BOTH me and my girl.
He had a couple other bonuses, to. He was into dominance play, a switch hitter...and HIV positive. Another risk we could take. Take that, safe sex educators!
When we talked, I tried to remember everything I knew about internet safety...and do the opposite. Made a point of using our full names, mentioned that my girlfriend was turning 28 next Thursday, even found ways to work my mother's maiden name into the conversation Taking all the risks was my moto.
Eventually, the perfect day came. My girlfriend was due to ovulate the evening before a day all three of us had off. We planned it. He promised he'd been holding off masturbation for a week to build a load. And near disaster hit. He messaged me to say his doctor said his virus count was way up...the virus was adapting to his meds. He said his doc was going ty try new meds, and maybe we should wait until then? I said no...it had taken too long for my girlfriend to ovulate on a weekend. I was afraid if we waited one of us was chicken out. We decided to go forward with the plan.
At 2:00am my girlfriend and I stripped naked, and headed out the door. "It feels wrong taking you clothes off to head out, doesn't it?" I said as I closed the door of our condo behind us. The hallway was deserted at this hour...as we knew it probably would be (but might not be". I padded towards the elevator, sporting a raging boner, past rows of doors each of which had one of those little spy holes in them, any one of which could have a curious neighbor behind it. I knew talking in a normal voice risked waking someone, knew it was safer to whisper, to hurry, but did neither. I was carrying a picnic basket and a blanket...but I was carefully NOT wrapping myself in the blanket. Too safe. We took the elevator headed down to the parking garage. In the parking garage I could feel the cold concrete beneath my bare feet. I had memorized the blind spots in the security camera's views...and we avoided them like they were filled with land mines.
Barefoot we walked along the cold floor, following a route that took us past as many cameras a possible to the spot we had agreed to meet. Parking Space B20...perfect spot. The the spot where the view new security camera overlapped with another. Probably no one would see us...but if there was any vandalism or theft in the next 30 days, someone would pull the tapes and get a show. It was here I laid out our blanket. Might as well make it a high fidelity show.
Pretty soon Doro showed up. (Not his real name...I made a point of not finding that out.) He was everything I could have hoped for...the spitting image of Devon Walker, but bigger, blacker. Six foot 10, with that jet black skin that is rare in African Americans. Lean and muscular. He looked better than his pic...he'd replaced the dreadlocks with a clean cut look. "You sure you wouldn't be more comfortable in my car? He said.
"No" I replied. Apart from the fact that would give us some measure of privacy, that would let us see his license plate...I wanted no way to track him.
"Well, seeing as you already undressed, I should to" He said as took off his basket ball jersey, then his sneakers., then his socks, and finally his sweat pants. He wore no underwear. His arms were muscular, and marked by track marks...they were old, faded, but perhaps a clue as to how he got the bug. He reached down to the pocket of his sweats to grab a condom which he put on. "No" I said, pulling it off him, tearing it apart and tossing it on the ground.
"I know you said that...but I thought that might just be you talking dirty. And you got my message about my viral counts being up, you sure you wouldn't?"
"No." my girlfriend said.
He shrugged. "It's your funeral". He said as if he thought we were stupid, but his cock got more erect at the thought.
I dropped to my knees to suck him, to "fluff" him to get him ready. He proceeded to insult me as we had discussed, calling me a faggot and a fool and a sissy boy. The lines sounded cheesy when I texted them, but his delivery gave me flashbacks to grade school bullies. Unfortunately, this stage had to be cut short, because it was clear he was going to cum.
He grabbed Sheila and roughly slammed her against the cement pillar behind us. She spread her legs, and he pounded his huge cock into her. She was too short, the position to awkward, so he had to life her up to get her pussy lined up with his phallus...something he seemed to have no trouble doing. Once again, he delivered his lines. "I'm fucking your girlfriend, cuck. You like it? Perv. I'm gonna put my black baby in her, and everyone will know you are a cuck. That, or I'll infect her, so you can't fuck her safely. Either way, I'll ruin her, and you are letting me. You make me sick". Once again, the lines, that could have been cheesy, were made scary by his delivery. This dude was a hell of an actor.
