Belgrade, Jun 2020
Stefan leaned back into the worn leather of his computer chair, the muted light of sunset casting shadows across his apartment walls. His laptop was already open, webcam positioned lazily on a stack of books, an open beer sweating beside his keyboard.
The familiar ding of Zoom cut through the silence.
"Ajdeee, konaΔno!" Jelena's voice burst into the call, her video coming into focus with her sprawled out across her couch in boyshorts and an old Partibrejkers tee. Her nails were chipped, a half-finished bottle of rakija already visible in the background. "Stefan, you're late. Again."
"Technically," he said, his voice calm and amused, "you're just early."
Another chime. Ivana joined. Neatly composed, as always. Her dark hair was tied in a braid over one shoulder, her silk robe revealing a hint of bare collarbone and smooth thigh. Behind her, soft white curtains fluttered with the breeze. Always minimal. Always elegant.
"Hi," she said, glancing into the camera with a small wave. "Can we please keep this one semi-civilized tonight?"
Jelena snorted. "No promises."
Stefan lifted his beer. "Only if you're pouring me another one."
They all chuckled as the fourth square popped up.
Marija had arrived.
She looked effortlessly radiant in a thin tank top and no bra. Her nipples subtly pushed through the fabric, her eyes outlined in smudged liner, cheeks glowing from either makeup or mischief. Probably both.
"All right," Jelena said, already pouring herself another. "Let's talk about the important things: who's getting fucked during the Covid apocalypse?"
Stefan didn't answer, just took a slow sip and smirked.
Ivana rolled her eyes. "I'm in a relationship. That doesn't mean I'm getting any. Filip's been quarantined in Novi Sad for three weeks. We're doing the whole long-distance suffering thing."
"Wait, you still haven't seen each other since lockdown started?" Marija asked, genuinely surprised.
"Nope. Just video calls and disappointment."
"Well, at least you've got a boyfriend," Jelena sighed. "All I've got is a drawer of batteries and a playlist of moaning male ASMR with rough doggy-style videos."
Marija gave her a playful side-eye. "Not all of us are dry."
That caught everyone's attention.
Jelena raised a brow. "Wait. Wait."
"I mean..." Marija trailed off, tracing the rim of her glass. "There might have been someone."
Ivana tilted her head. "What do you mean might?"
"You either did or didn't," Jelena said.
Marija hesitated, then looked directly into the webcam. "Okay. I did."
Stefan sat perfectly still, watching.
Jelena gasped like she'd just seen Jesus in a towel. "WHO?!"
Marija's lip curled into that slow smile of hers. "You know him."
"Marija!" Ivana's eyes widened.
Stefan knew what was coming before she even said it.
"It was... Stefan."
For a second, no one spoke.
Jelena's mouth hung open. Ivana's expression was frozen, her wine glass paused halfway to her lips.
"You're fucking joking," Jelena said finally. "You fucked Stefan?!"
Marija nodded once, slowly. "Yeah."
Stefan stretched his legs under the desk and said nothing.
"Oh my god," Jelena whispered. "When?"
"Last Friday," Marija replied. "I was tipsy. He lived like 2 streets away from me so he invited me over to borrow that shitty HDMI converter so i can hold my work calls. We had some wine. Then... yeah."
Jelena found her voice. "You never said anything!"
"I wasn't planning to," Marija said. "It just slipped."
Jelena leaned into her camera. "Okay but like... how was it?"
Marija licked her lips. "Exactly how you'd expect."
"I need specifics," Jelena demanded, flushed with alcohol and curiosity.
"I don't kiss and tell," Marija teased.
"Liar."
"Okay, fine." Marija sighed, dramatically. "We didn't start in the living room. We didn't even make it to the bedroom. I was on his couch. Legs spread. My panties still on. He just moved them aside. Like it was nothing."
Jelena's mouth parted, slightly. She was staring.
"And?"
"And," Marija smirked, "he's big. Like... I bigg."
Jelena nearly dropped her glass.
"No. Fucking. Way."
"He was slow at first, then" Marija shivered, just from the memory. "You know that moment when it goes from nice to filthy? Yeah. That."
"Jesus," Jelena whispered, fanning herself with one hand. "I knew the rumors weren't bullshit."
Ivana was completely quiet. Her cheeks flushed now, pupils dilated slightly. Her boyfriend Filip was far, far away and very not Stefan.
Stefan finally spoke. "You all could've just asked me."
Ivana blinked. "Excuse me?"
He smiled. "You've all been dancing around it for months. It's not like I haven't noticed."
"Oh?" Jelena leaned back, grinning. "And what exactly have you noticed, Mr. Big Dick Energy?"
Stefan's voice dropped, low and deliberate. "The stares. The way your tone shifts when I talk. The way Ivana licks her lips when she's thinking. Come on i mean we been chatting so much lately clearly sexual tension was building for all"
Ivana gasped. "I do not"
"You just did."
Her face turned crimson.
Marija bit back a laugh. Jelena was practically squirming now, fingers tracing the rim of her shot glass.
"Are you flirting with us, Stefan?" Jelena asked, biting her lip.
"I'm answering your questions."
"And if we ask for proof?" Marija challenged, her eyes glinting.
Stefan raised an eyebrow. "You want me to stand up?"
Jelena looked like she was about to combust. "YES."
Ivana whispered, "You wouldn't."
He didn't move.
But he didn't say no either.
The silence stretched, thick and molten.
"I think we need another call," Marija said, voice low. "Just the three of us. No distractions."
Ivana tried to look outraged but her camera betrayed her. Her thighs had shifted. Her breathing had deepened.
Jelena smiled wickedly. "Or... maybe a little game next time. Truth or dare. But... with stakes."
Stefan leaned forward, gaze steady. "You sure you're ready for that?"
Another silence. Electric. Dangerous.
No one logged off.
Not yet.
After 20 minutes they ended the call for that night and went to bed.
Few days later.
The group chat was quieter at first this time. No drinking games. No sex jokes. Just the low hum of four people nursing boredom and pretending not to think about what had been said the days before.
But everyone was thinking about it.
Especially Ivana.
Especially Stefan.
He noticed the way her eyes clung to him just a second too long. Her voice had a new softness, like every syllable she spoke was being measured, like she didn't trust herself to say the wrong thing.
Jelena, on the other hand, was all fire. Tonight she wore a low-cut tank top that showed off the swell of her tits and a pair of black shorts that barely covered her ass. Her legs were folded up in her chair, her fingers dancing idly across her thigh whenever Stefan spoke.
Marija, already smug from having been there, leaned back against her pillows, smirking as she scrolled through her phone. Her tank was thin. No bra again. She knew what she was doing.
"Alright," Jelena said, setting her shot glass down after her third rakija. "I've been dying all week. I need to know if you were lying."
"About?" Marija teased, pretending to be coy.
"Don't. You said Stefan's dick was a top lvl experience. I need clarity. I need charts."