This is the second story in a series describing the changes in the lives of a typical middle-class English family, which happened because of the COVID-19 pandemic. As the story has developed I now realise that it also describes changes in the lives of their neighbours.
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 is difficult to be certain under what category it should be posted. Nonetheless, I have had to make a choice and apologise to anybody who believes I have made the wrong one,
This is the story of three 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. 02
Nadia
Sandra and I moved into our new home in July 2019. Before that, we had been living in a pokey little flat over a betting job on the High Street. It could have been worse, I suppose. We might have been living over a noisy fish and chip shop with the smell of hot oil wafting up to us through the floorboards. At least the betting shop shut promptly at six-thirty every evening and was closed on Sundays. Nonetheless, our flat was too small, had no garden, and was over a mile from the nearest green space.
Originally, only Sandra lived there, but after we became lovers and the lease on my flat ran out, I moved in with her. At first, it was ideal; all we wanted to do was fuck, but after a year in the confines of the small flat we decided we needed more space in a better part of town. In short, we wanted a house with a garden somewhere in leafy suburbia.
Fortuitously, I had received a nice Christmas bonus the previous December and, in January, an even nicer pay rise. This provided the cash for the deposit on a house and enough to easily afford the rent. At first, Sandra wasn't too happy about me paying the lion's share of the outgoings but, once she viewed the house and the garden, I was able to talk her around.
Waterford Close was a small cul-de-sac development of just six houses built close together on the inside of the bend in a small river. The houses all had back gardens backing onto the river towpath but were separated from it and one another by a high wooden fence.
"What a lovely place," said Sandra. "Nice and quiet but only a few minutes' walk to the shops."
She was even more impressed by the house, a large, detached structure with three bedrooms that had only recently been refurbished.
"It's perfect."
So, in early July 2019, we signed the lease on number three, and a week later we moved in.
**.*
When Sandra had remarked that the neighbourhood was quiet, she had been correct. Most of the time the street was deserted. There was no passing traffic and the only people we ever saw were the residents and the occasional visitor or delivery driver. Number one appeared to have nobody living there, and the other occupants of the close kept to themselves. Our neighbours on the right were a family of four; Mum, Dad, and two children, a girl and a boy, in their late teens or early twenties. Our neighbours on the other side were an elderly couple we rarely saw and never spoke to.
On the day we moved in, the lady from number two came and introduced herself as Paula and asked us if we wanted a cup of tea, but after that, we had only limited contact with her and her family. Although I had a five-minute chat with Paula one evening when she mentioned something about her children, James and Georgina, it was not until much later that I learned their surname was Gordon or her husband's first name, Martin.
Although we did not speak, I saw James on several occasions over the summer, often when he was mowing the lawn or washing the family car. During the heat of the day, he would wear only shorts and trainers revealing his beautiful torso and well-muscled limbs. He was tall and good-looking, and it was clear that he kept himself in good shape. The first time I saw him I was surprised to discover that I fancied him. Up until that moment, I had believed that I was over men and that for the time being sex with Sandra was enough. My violent ex-husband had been the cause of my distrust of the male sex, and it was he who awakened my interest in fucking women to obtain my sexual satisfaction.
It was clear that James fancied me. I was aware of his eyes following me when he thought I wasn't looking, and I imagined that he was mentally undressing me. He was painfully shy, and rather sensibly he avoided making a pass at me. Just occasionally, I wondered what it would be like to fuck him, although I never seriously thought of doing it, even though Sandra would not have stopped me if I told her that was what I wanted. It would have been only fair. Although we were lovers, Sandra, with my approval, occasionally had a one-night stand with another woman.
Whilst I have generally remained faithful to my current partner, Sandra is promiscuous and can't help herself from sleeping around, and whilst I am bi-sexual she used to describe herself as a hetero-curious lesbian. Back then, pre-COVID, she had had umpteen female lovers but not yet a man. That would change.
***
In late summer, James left home. One Sunday morning, Sandra had a brief conversation with Paula and discovered he had gone away to university and had started a degree in medicine. He would not be back until Christmas, and it was following his return home, on Christmas Day, that I had my first proper conversation with both James and his pretty elder sister, Georgina.
After Paula Gordon had left a Christmas pudding on our doorstep on Christmas Eve, I returned the compliment by taking the family a tin of traditional Romanian cozonac to her and her family and took the opportunity to invite them for a drink on Christmas Day. Only James and Georgina turned up. Their parents were busy, which probably made the afternoon more enjoyable.
I remember that Sandra and Georgina did most of the talking, whilst I listened, and James eyed me up. To be fair, he tried not to be obvious about it and it did not make me feel uncomfortable. Rather, I saw it as a compliment. He was extremely fit and very fanciable and although I thought he might be a little young for me he was mature for his age. As I said, he was quiet much of the time but when he spoke he had something to say. Unlike many men I have been physically attracted to, he didn't put me off the moment he opened his mouth.
And so, we sat and sipped our drinks and fantasised about fucking one another. I thought it was just a harmless fucking fantasy,
Meanwhile. the girls sat talking animatedly. I can't remember much of what was said but I do remember thinking that Georgina was exactly Sandra's type, tall and pretty with dark hair and eyes, but most importantly big tits and a big arse. Sandra had managed to learn that Georgina had a boyfriend, and although I could see Sandra was disappointed, it would not have been obvious to either of our guests, particularly to James who only had eyes for me.
***
It was early evening when James and Georgina left to return home. Both Sandra and I had been drinking steadily since lunchtime, and whilst neither of us was drunk, we were both disinhibited. I shut our front door and returned to the lounge. As I entered the room, Sandra got up from where she was sitting, crossed to me, and kissed me long and hard on the lips before pulling away.
"I'm so fucking horny," she said. "Take me to bed."
