This is the third story in a series describing the changes in the lives of a typical middle-class English family and their neighbours, which happened because of the COVID-19 pandemic.
These stories are best read in order, as events are described by several of the protagonists in turn, and as the pandemic progresses.
This story describes lesbian sex, heterosexual sex, and voyeurism and exhibitionism, and it remains difficult to be certain under what category it should be posted. Once more, I have had to make a choice and apologise to anybody who believes I have made the wrong one,
This is now the story of four people. They are all consenting adults older than eighteen years of age.
None of the characters depicted are real and any similarity to real people living or dead is purely coincidental.
As always, any grammatical errors are mine alone. I apologise for any of these in advance.
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Changes Pt. 03
James
The images of Sandra and her girlfriend stayed in my mind long after I returned home. Nadia was right, I did want to fuck Sandra. When she was coming on the dildo, and I was deep in Nadia about to shoot my load, for a moment. I imagined it was Sandra I was fucking. That afternoon, as I sat at my desk studying biochemistry, my thoughts kept returning to Sandra. She was so tiny, and I wondered how a prick would fit inside her, even should she decide that was what she wanted. By mid-afternoon, I was starting to wonder what I should do about my hard-on, and after a little thought, I rang Nadia.
"Are you busy?" I enquired.
"I wondered when you'd ring," said Nadia." I've got a couple of calls to make. I'll be finished by six. Come then and make sure you don't play with yourself in the meantime."
***
Just before six o'clock, I walked quietly to the kitchen door. I was dressed in jog pants, a tee shirt, and trainers. As I opened the door my Mum poked her head into the kitchen and saw me.
"I'll be back before supper," I said.
She looked at me knowingly and smiled.
"OK. Enjoy your run."
***
Later that evening I had two conversations with consequences. The first was with Nadia and the second with my mother.
"Do you remember asking me about whether I'd like to make a video?" asked Nadia.
"Yes, and you said that if you were going to make one you'd want to show your face but that you would need to trust anyone seeing it not to upload it to the net."
"I trust Sandra. We owe her a video," she replied.
"You didn't say that you would send her a video. We're under no obligation."
"Perhaps not, but don't you think we ought to? Don't you want to show Sandra your body? "
"But not my face," I replied.
"She'll know it's you. She knows you're fucking me."
She paused.
"Remember what she said. There'll be a next time. But only if we send her something from us first."
"OK......Why not," I said. "We can use your laptop and a mobile phone. It'll be fun."
***
When I got home my mother was busy laying the table
"Hello. Am I late?"
"No, you're just in time for dinner. You have time to clean up before I get the pie out of the oven. But before you go.... "
She stopped talking, hesitated for just a moment, and continued to speak. What she said next shocked me.
"Don't you think you need to stop pretending? Your father and I know that you're sleeping with Natalie."
"I'm sorry...."
"Oh, come on James. You're a grown man. What you do is your business. Strictly speaking, you're breaking the law but it's not likely to cause any harm. There's no longer any need for you to sculk around like a thief in the night. It's been pretty obvious what you've been up to. We weren't born yesterday. All we ask is you tell us where you are when you go out. And don't look so embarrassed. Your sister has been sleeping with her boyfriends under this roof for years.
What is it about men? When she stopped being your father's little girl, he seemed quite upset, but in your case, he seems quite proud of you."
"Too much information, Mum."
She changed tack.
"Do you mind if I give you a little advice?"
"Why not?"
"Don't get too involved with Nadia. She's ten years older than you and COVID won't last forever. One day, soon I hope, you will go back to university and Sandra will return home. Everyone will need to go their separate ways. Treat it as a bit of fun, nothing more..... And whatever you do, don't get her pregnant."
***
The following day was a Saturday, and it was a clear and sunny day. In the midmorning, I let myself into Georgina's back garden from where a loud noise could be heard. She was busy with a jet washer and cleaning the patio. She did not see me enter because she had her back to me, and even though I shouted, she couldn't hear me.
For a few seconds, I watched her work and then she cut the power, and the silence was deafening.
"Morning, Nadia," I said.
I saw her start in surprise, and then she turned and saw me.
"Fuck. You frightened me. Don't creep up on me again."
I laughed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think that I was creeping."
"You're early........ And you're wearing jeans."
"Can I have a cup of coffee?"
"UK, but I only have a few minutes. I want to get this done and then cut the back lawn. I don't trust the English weather not to bring us rain before long."
"The sky's blue and there's not a cloud in it. If you make coffee and throw in some of those Romanian salami biscuits, I promise to mow the lawn."
"Aren't you afraid someone will see us?"
"Who can see us in your garden? The only windows that look in are from our house. I was going to tell you over coffee, but my parents know."
"Know we're fucking?"
"Yes."
"Good. The hiding was becoming tiresome. What did they say?"
"It was just my mum. She said it's our business but that I shouldn't get too attached to you or get you pregnant."
Nadia smiled.
"Sounds like a sensible lady, your mum. Come on I'll make the coffee and after you mow the lawn, tonight, you can fuck me. We have a porn video to make."
***
Making a video turned out to be an exhausting business. With a camcorder, laptop, and mobile phone we recorded ourselves repeatedly fucking. In the end, the video that we sent to Sandra was made almost as an afterthought; I used my camera to record Nadia riding me cowgirl facing the camera and then giving me a blow job.
"She can see my face but not yours," Nadia complained.
"This video is fucking hot. You're fucking hot. She'll fucking love it " replied.
We emailed the file to Sanda late on a Tuesday evening. When Nadia checked her email on Thursday morning, a reply was already waiting, and she telephoned to tell me,
"I've had a reply to the email. She agrees it's hot but says her friend wants to see both our faces before showing us hers. In the meantime, she'll send another video at the weekend."
***
That video never arrived. Early one morning, a few days later, Nadia received a phone call and Sandra told Nadia that she had the symptoms of COVID and had tested positive for the virus.
She had told Nadia not to worry. Her symptoms were not particularly severe. The worst part of it all was that she was now self-isolating and confined to her hotel room with only her laptop and a few books for company. Sure enough, within two weeks she had recovered and was back at work.
In the meantime, Georgina also caught the virus. My mum was very worried that she would die but I did my best to reassure her. The chances of a fit young twenty-one-year coming to grief were very slim indeed. And so, it turned out.
Neither Nadia nor I were surprised that either of them had been infected. By then, cases were rising exponentially, and both were in high-risk jobs.
For the time being no more videos had made their way back and forth, interrupted I, assumed by Sandra's illness.
One lunchtime in early June my mother said something to me that she believed to be quite harmless. Nadia was working and I had been alone in my room studying. I had gone to the kitchen to make a sandwich when Mum spoke about Georgina's Job at the Manor Hotel. The moment she said this my ears pricked up. Recently, I had heard somebody else mention the same place, and that somebody must have been Nadia.
Potentially Mum's throwaway comment might be important, and I needed to ask Nadia a question, although it needed to wait. Nadia was now very disciplined during work hours when she worked remotely at home, and I had agreed to have supper with her when she finished later that evening.
I chose my moment and waited until we had finished eating.
"Where did you say that Sandra is staying?"
"The Manor Hotel."
"That's what I thought you said. The strange thing is......today, my mum mentioned that Georgina is working there, Bit of a coincidence don't you think? Particularly since neither of them mentioned it."
She looked questioningly across the table.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"What I'm saying Is that I need to speak to Sandra."
***
