Hi guys. So the thing about this story is that the backstory details are true events of my personal life. You can probably guess the point in the story where things stop becoming true. But I can clear up a few of your questions in the comments. Ultimately, I published this to Literotica. So that requires embellishing some details to improve the "true story" aspect (like screenwriters do with Hollywood films). But let's just say that I have a friend in real life, and that I suspect that they are deliberately doing things to cause sexual tension on my end. I have written this in the third person because I feel like first person would limit the creative aspect. I am understandably using fake names for the two main characters.
Okay let's begin!
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In May 2021, Nate decided to check himself into a psychiatric hospital for the very first time. For as long as the 25 year old could remember, he had felt immense depression and anxiety. There was a recent isolated incident about his dating life which brought him to his absolute breaking point. Work didn't help by any stretch of the imagination either.
Nate felt like he couldn't put up with one more eight hour work day considering his internal issues. So he sought help.
He had an overnight stay at a local hospital before it was decided which psychiatric unit he'd be getting an ambulance ride to in the morning. Nate briefly said goodbye to his mom (who kept him company for a good majority of the time), and he was off to his new home for the foreseeable future. He figured the ambulance ride was about 30 minutes.
When Nate arrived to the psychiatric unit itself, he felt that things wouldn't be half bad. There was at least a common area and some other real estate to move around in (when not within the confines of the room he would sleep in). After he signed the required paperwork which effectively transferred his rights over to the institution, Nate was finally free to do whatever he wanted. Shortly thereafter, he got settled in the common area.
While in the common area, his eyes darted to the kitchen and that's when he made eye contact with a woman who was coloring by herself. This woman was going to be Nate's best friend over the next 11 days.
Nate went over to the table she was sitting at, and the two proceeded to talk for the next 5 hours before they both realized it was time to go to bed. The woman Nate talked to for so long was a 35 year old named Olivia. The reason she was in the psych hospital was because her ex-fiancé died and she had tried to end her own life as a result.
Even though Olivia felt done with life, she still found it extremely interesting what Nate had to say. He was a troubled young adult who was in the middle of an extreme existential crisis. Even though he hadn't personally experienced how much the world sucked to the extent that she had, she still found him to be wise beyond his years.
There were several more lengthy conversations between the two of them over the following 10 days. By the end of Nate's stay at the psychiatric unit, they had agreed to meet on the outside.
The two saw each other for the first time about a month later, when Nate went to visit Olivia at a halfway home she had been stranded at. It was a relatively nice encounter, but both were still terribly depressed. Afterwards, the two would text and FaceTime here and there. But it wouldn't be a full 7 months until Nate and Olivia saw each other again.
They started to hangout bi-weekly at Olivia's apartment. For some of the time, Olivia would educate Nate on some of her favorite TV shows. She was hugely into British pop culture. For a large majority of the time though, the two would simply talk about their feelings and about the world - just like they did when they were in the psychiatric unit. Seven hours would go by and it would feel like two.
Olivia found it awesome that she had a new male friend that she could rely on. However, she was a bit of a shut in. She would never leave her apartment unless it was absolutely necessary. She was able to pull this off since she was on SSDI for her mental struggles and was able to afford her rent with those government benefits alone. Another thing that was going on with Olivia was that her med prescriber was changing her medications up on her. This was seriously impacting her hormones. To put it frankly, Olivia would feel extremely horny for much of the day now. She found that her masturbating habits were mirroring that of pubescent teenage boy's. Not wanting to hook up with random Tinder people she didn't trust, Olivia began to consider her options. There was one option that immediately stared her in the face.
Olivia began hinting to Nate her sexual interest the third time he came over. But since he was a bit on the autism spectrum, he couldn't pick up on those hints up to save his life. What she would do was arch her back provocatively while stretching so that Nate would stare at her breasts. Another thing she would do was sit on the floor while essentially doing the splits. Nate even picked up on that and said, "wow, you're super flexible! I can't even touch my toes without bending my knees."
Olivia thought about saying, "haha that's so funny! How about you test how flexible I am by putting my legs behind my ear as you fuck the shit out of me!"
She knew that their dynamic was not ready for this though.
Olivia wanted Nate to ruminate about potential sex positions with her. She wanted nothing more than for Nate to have the courage to make a move right then and and there and screw her brains out while the two were on her apartment floor. He was simply way too shy. And that was honestly okay with her, because she felt he was super sweet and intelligent. She wanted nothing more though than to see Nate disregard logic and nerves for once in his life to become a sexual, lust-filled beast. And actually...she had quite an idea to get him there.
Nate started to notice Olivia's appearance more the fourth time he went to her apartment. On this day, she looked...nice. The 35 year old was only five feet tall. She had some extra weight, but she was still shapely. Something Nate noticed was that Olivia had put on makeup. Not an excessive amount, but enough that he would notice. He also noticed that Olivia's...boobs looked bigger today. His theory was that she was wearing a push up bra. He guessed to himself that she was a C cup. Olivia's outfit in general was just a simple black t-shirt paired with black leggings. But Nate thought that she looked...fuckable today. He didn't know how else to describe it. Nate thought that Olivia looked very fuckable today. To the point that this became a pressing thought on his young mind, and not just a passing sexual thought that quickly evaporated.
Olivia asked Nate as she usually did when he came over, "can I get you something to drink?"
Nate answered, "yeah, sure. I'll take a water." He was settled on the couch while Olivia was "preparing" his water over by the kitchen island. She was able to get access to a popular erection drug called Cialis. She slyly crushed a pill of that up and dumped it into Nate's water.
"Here ya go mate."
"Thanks Olivia!"
They watched one of Olivia's favorite shows
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
as they got caught up on happenings in each other's lives. Olivia was very interested about today's potential between her and Nate. Her goal was to get Nate to drink all of the water she gave him so she said, "I hear that it's better for our digestive system to chug water rather than to sip it in moderation." She was a very clever woman for that line. Because like clockwork, Nate gulped the water down that she gave him. Olivia was preying that the Cialis would work.
Olivia put on her seduction hat by bragging to Nate in several different ways about how flexible she was. Growing up, she was involved in gymnastics. Present day, she did a lot of yoga. She even performed a yoga pose for Nate. The fashion in which she did a split, made it look like her vagina was in direct contact with the hardwood floor beneath her. At that point in time, Nate desperately wished he was a floorboard instead of a person.
As Nate had this thought, he started to...feel something. It had been one hour since Olivia fed him the Cialis, and he was starting to get hard. This was not good because he was wearing sweatpants. Nate quickly stood up and went to the restroom. He gave it five minutes. But his erection would not go down. If anything, he was now stiffer than a board. He tried thinking of unsexy thoughts, but his mind instead kept gravitating to flexible Olivia and her awesome push up bra.
