When Fantasy Becomes Reality

I remember when he added me on Snapchat. He lived in another city a few hours away, and we initially bonded because both our parents are divorced. I lived with my mum and him with his dad. For a while we just chatted about games, family, that kind of thing, but gradually he started getting a little more flirty. He'd ask about guys I liked, whether I was dating anybody, what kind of sexual experience I had. I had none, so that was a pretty short chat!

It wasn't long before the chats started getting steamy. He'd tell me about how he'd like to pin me to the bed and fuck me til I couldn't walk, or pull my hair and slam his cock deep down my throat. I was never very good at dirty talk so I let him lead the conversation, but it always turned me on and I'd reply telling him how wet he was making me. We even shared a couple of nudes, although I was always careful never to include my face if I showed anything - I knew a girl who hadn't taken such care, and her pics were shared all over school. He didn't even live in the same city as me, but it wasn't worth the risk.

We'd been chatting for a couple of months when my mum asked me to come down for a chat. She told me she'd been seeing a guy, and it was serious enough that they were thinking of moving in together. I already knew about Andrew - she'd talked about him a lot to her friends, but she was always careful to keep her boyfriends away from home until the relationship was serious. Apparently this one was, although it seemed to be moving awfully quickly. I mentioned this to her, and she told me that she'd actually been seeing him for almost a year. This would normally still be too soon for her to move in with a guy, but there was a lot of talk about the government locking the country down because of Covid, and they didn't want to find themselves unable to see each other for however long that would be.

So plans were made. Andrew came over a few nights later so I could give my approval. He was 46, tall and athletic. I could see why she was attracted to him - he had a kind of a Colin Farrel vibe about him, but his hair had a touch of grey which actually suited him better than a fully dark head of hair would. The three of us chatted for most of the evening, and when he left, mum asked what I thought of him.

"He seems OK" I said, deliberately noncommitally. I did approve, but you can't really just outright say that. We agreed that he could move in, and then she dropped the bomb on me.

"Oh...we'll need to redecorate the spare room before he comes." Wait, what? It's fine mum, I don't have a problem with him sharing your bed. "No, his son visits at weekends, but he's a couple of hours away so he'll need to stay the night when he's over."

That was kind of a bummer. We'd discussed his son in kind of loose "you guys would get on" terms, but I wasn't expecting to be sharing a house with the guy. Still, I guess it wouldn't be so bad - I spent most of my time in my room anyway so it wouldn't really bother me as long as he wasn't a complete asshole.

Andrew moved in a week later, and spent the first few days decorating the spare room. I helped when I was directly asked, but otherwise I stayed out of the way as a subtle expression of my disapproval for his son being shoehorned into the household. I just stayed in my room and chatted with my friends on Snapchat. Stormrider_02 told me his dad was moving in with some new woman, so we bonded over that mixed with the occasional sexting and filthy chat.

You can probably see where this is going. It was Saturday afternoon when he arrived. "Amy, come on downstairs" yelled my mum. I came downstairs and found myself face to face with Stormrider_02. "This is Josh" my mum said. FUCK. I hadn't even asked his name on snap - deliberately, as it happens. This guy was supposed to be fantasy - he shouldn't be real. He certainly shouldn't be in my fucking house! We'd discussed maybe meeting up one day, but I didn't mean it. I had no intention of meeting some random guy who I'd sent nudes to. His job was to be real life porn and nothing more.

Our parents clearly picked up on the awkward look we shared, and the WAY overly polite introductions. I think they thought we were attracted to each other. And I mean, they weren't wrong - he looked even better in real life than in his pics, but that's not the point. The actual reason we were so awkward is because we already knew so much about each other, and suddenly found ourselves face to face. I made my excuses as quickly as I politely could, and I went and hid in my room for the rest of the day, coming down only for an equally awkward dinner. Thankfully, our parents had decided to go for a pizza and movie night as a celebration, so at least we weren't at the dinner table and didn't actually have to talk too much.

We didn't speak at all that weekend, and he left on the Sunday evening. On the Monday, Boris Johnson announced that we "must stay home" and I was ridiculously relieved. That meant he couldn't come over for a while, surely? We didn't even chat on snap that week. I have to admit, I did miss our chats, but it just suddenly felt so weird knowing that I'd been cumming to this guy for months, and he knew it, but now we'd have to actually see each other in real life. That put a whole new spin on the relationship that frankly scared the shit out of me. I'd been on dates before with guys who I'd gotten a little too flirty with on chat beforehand, and they'd always tried to move way too fast, because we'd built that tension. With Josh, we'd done a hell of a lot more than flirting - I'd outright told him I wanted to feel his cock stretching me as he took my virginity, and we'd discussed in detail exactly what he was going to do with me if we ever had this fictional, never-gonna-happen real life meet. So what the fuck was HE gonna expect? Still, the lockdown meant he wouldn't be able to see me for a while, so maybe if I could find a boyfriend by the end of lockdown I could avoid the situation.

Or not. The next Saturday, he turned up as normal with his dad. "What the fuck are you doing here?!?" I demanded angrily. "We're supposed to be in lockdown!" Turns out, Josh's mum was vulnerable and had to totally shield, and since all students were learning from home now anyway, they figured it would be safer if he just lived here during lockdown. Oh sure, that'll help.

I locked myself in my room, intending to stay there for the entire lockdown if necessary. I'd been in there a couple of hours when my phone pinged. "Stormrider_02." He was in the next room, why the fuck was he sending me a snap?

"I know this is weird, but it's going to be way weirder if our parents start asking why you're so hostile to me when we're supposed to have only just met. This is awkward for me too, but maybe we can just forget about all the chats and just get on as friends?" I was honestly so relieved at that that I just immediately burst into tears. I guess he must have heard me, because a moment later I heard him gently knocking on my door. Not sure if I was doing the right thing, I let him in. He deliberately kept his distance, and said softly "I mean it. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, and we have to live together now, so we can just pretend none of that happened." I honestly had no idea how to explain how I was feeling - part of me still wanted what we had, but I was also scared that he would just expect to realise our chats, so I was relieved at his reaction. So I just hugged him. To his credit, he didn't try to kiss me or even grab my ass, although he did run a finger up my lower back where my top exposed my midriff - something I'd told him drives me wild. I pulled away and he just gave me a cheeky smile and said "Just kidding, I promise I'll behave"

We awkwardly separated and I agreed that we'd try to be a 'normal' family. Over the next few weeks, we pretty much did that. We hung out a lot more, played games together, and when we did chat on snap, it stayed clean but with a very gentle undercurrent of attraction.

A few weeks into lockdown, summer hit, and it was a pretty glorious one by UK standards. We started having barbecues most nights, and I had a chance to work on my tan, laying on the grass in my bikini, doing classes on my laptop. My bikini showed off my 32C cleavage, which got me a couple of dirty messages from some of the lads in my class, but I knew how to shoot them down quickly enough.

After a week or so of beautiful weather, our parents had both gone out shopping for some finishing touches for Josh's room, leaving the two of us alone. He came into the garden as I was sunbathing and said to me "Hey, you're really catching the sun on your back - you should probably put some cream on." Since we were more or less comfortable with each other now, I asked if he could do it. He put the cream directly onto the small of my back, making me squeal a little from the cold. Then I felt his hands, pressing strongly into my back and massaging the cream into it. One of the chats we'd had where he told me he'd give me a sensual massage jumped into my head out of nowhere, and I immediately felt myself getting wet. I lay there and felt his hands moving exactly as he had described that night - around my lower back, then up above my bikini top to do my shoulders and neck.

I felt him unhook my bikini top just as he'd said he would, and I didn't protest. He continued for a few minutes, his fingertips brushing across the back of my neck and down the entire length of my back in that way I'd told him drives me wild. He straddled my legs to continue, and I could feel his erection pressing into me every time he leaned forward. He lifted himself just enough to allow me to move, and put pressure on my side, prompting me to roll over for him. Not thinking anymore, I did so, my strapless and unhooked bikini top staying behind. He immediately leaned forward and kissed me passionately. Unable to control myself anymore, I kissed him back, my hands running across his chest as he cupped my tits. I parted my legs for him as he slipped my bikini bottoms to the side, slipping a finger inside me. Although I was a virgin, I'd broken my hymen during one of our many chat sessions using the handle of my hairbrush, and he slipped two fingers easily inside my soaking wet pussy. Lost in the moment now, I released his cock from his trunks with my hand, and started slowly rubbing my hand up and down as I grasped it.

He broke off the kiss and started moving down my body, kissing and nibbling at my tits - the first time any guy had done that. At the same time, he removed his fingers from my pussy and pulled the strings at the side of my bikini bottoms, allowing them to fall away too. He continued kissing down my tummy until he was able to start kissing and licking my clit. As he did so, he moved his body around so that his cock was by my face. I took the hint and took him in my mouth. I could barely take half of his length in my mouth, but I used my hand to make sure the rest wasn't neglected.

After a few minutes of him licking my pussy, I was desperate to come, but he kept stopping right as I was on the edge. "Please Josh" I said, desperate to be allowed to finish. He stopped licking and moved back around to kiss me. I felt his cock pressing against my soaking wet pussy, which felt like it was trying to suck him in. He kissed me hard and in one thrust, slammed his cock to the hilt inside me. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, and he held it inside me as my body convulsed around his cock. When I'd finally finished cumming, and was lying there panting, I felt him start to thrust, causing the feeling inside me to immediately start filling up again.

We fucked for a solid 20 minutes, with both of us cumming multiple times. Eventually we were both completely drained. We got dressed and headed inside, where I was surprised to see that our parents had gotten back - I guess we must have taken longer than we thought. Andrew was in the kitchen unpacking the shopping, and as I blushed wondering what he might have seen, he just smiled and me and said "Having fun?"