by Kenya Wright
With her being so lovely and always smelling so good, it was hard to keep my eyes glued to my laptop each day.
In the afternoons, we sat down on the couch and forced ourselves to watch the news. It was always horrific and full of doom. It couldn’t be helped. We were stuck inside the house and needed to stay in touch with the outside world.
This pandemic continued to swell. Deaths in New York and around the world steadily rose. The large figures brought terror to my heart. I feared, more deaths would probably come. A particular one-hour video on YouTube revealed statistics showing downturns in social and economic events in most of the continents in the world.
And if there weren’t virus-related deaths, then there was news of people going crazy. A mall security guard was shot, after getting into a verbal altercation with people not wearing their state-mandated face masks. In another city, cameras caught a man pushing a park ranger into the lake, after he asked the lake-goers to stay six feet apart. And in even more sad news, racists began wearing their KKK hoods to get groceries.
Only Americans could make a pandemic worse than what it already was.
A few times, Jade shivered in fear and I held her. Sometimes we prayed together, not labeling any specific God, just asking that being up above to protect us, our families, and bring back global health for all.
A lot of my emails from my employees dealt with anxiety over finances. They wanted to know if their jobs were guaranteed and if the company stock was okay. In each response, I assured them as much as I could.
Luckily, Z.E.N. was doing financially well during this crisis and I had over a hundred men and women to thank for that. Although not in the company’s budget, I gave them salary raises. Each also received a $100 Amazon gift card and an extra $1000 in their pay to help equip their new workspaces at home. Terrified that some would be distressed or battle depression, I hired several mental health professionals to provide any teleconferencing to employees that desired it. Jade and I even participated in a few company virtual workouts. I brought on a yogi too for zoom meditation and yoga sessions. Every Friday, I had people submit work-from-home contest pictures of their spouses, kids, and pets. This helped me learn more about them all and feel more connected to each one. It was odd how it took us being stuck at home to unite more.
With these changes, productivity actually spiked in the company. They worked harder than ever before, and I was grateful for each and every one of them.
Sadly, close to twenty percent of my employees discovered they were infected. We made sure that they had immediate paid medical leave. I also personally paid for food delivery to bring meals to their homes and checked on them from day-to-day, monitoring their progress.
I was blessed and lucky. Not everyone could say the same.
The United States had suffered a few recessions in the past because of one economic reason or the other. Currently, several small-scale businesses had folded up due to a lack of good management or heavy effects from economic conditions. The lockdown order was supposed to keep everyone safe, but it was already causing harm to a lot of businesses. Lower-income residents would suffer a great deal until this was over.
I gave money to charities that fed families and provided financial assistance, hoping it would help many. I prayed I was doing all I could.
Amber remained quiet. Every now and then I checked my phone to make sure. This weekend she would fly back to Los Angeles and more calm would come. She had to go far away. I couldn’t have her return and disturb the magic that Jade and I were creating.
Jade was everything and more. She was beauty and love. Sunshine and hot sex. Good food and fun conversation. She was a fresh breath of air, after I’d been choking in that past relationship. She was shelter in this storm of viruses and death. Nothing could keep me away from her.
In the evenings, we made crazy cocktails, cooked dinner together, and danced to DJ Instagram live sessions. When we became exhausted, we scanned the internet and made a contest of who could find the best memes or the funniest TikTok videos.
Never did I believe that I could have so much pleasure with another person and without leaving the apartment.
One evening, Jade’s friend Karen invited us to an 80s themed Virtual Happy Hour. Jade told me I could bring in some of my friends. Ross and Tyler joined.
Excited for a social event, I wore one of Zora’s Halloween curly wigs, put on a red shirt, and sat down in front of my laptop.
“O-kay.” Dressed in a green leotard and purple tights, Jade brought her chair next to me. “What are you wearing? Is that a wig?”
“I’m Michael Jackson.”
“Wow.”
“You disagree?” I showed her my one plastic glove. “It’s MJ from Thriller.”
“That’s not Thriller. You look like somebody’s drunk mama.”
“So, you’re going to hate on me? Who are you supposed to be?”
“I’m one of those 80s workout videos.”
I shook my head. “Mine is much better.”
“Whatever, Pandemic Michael Jackson.” She laughed, grabbed the mouse, and pressed on the zoom link.
On the screen, three boxes appeared. Her friend Karen held her glass up and shook her blonde wig. “Madonna in this bitch! What is good, family?”
Wearing a hat and red-tinted glasses, Ross snapped his fingers. “Okay. I see you, girl. That’s right. Black Madonna it is.”
Jade waved at them. “And who are you, Ross?”
“Georgie Michael and Boy George. It’s a combo, sweetie. I couldn’t pick which George, so I did both.”
“All right.” Jade laughed.
Wearing a baby blue suit and white bowtie, Tyler waved at everyone and spoke. His voice didn’t come through.
I gestured to the top of the screen. “We can’t hear you, Tyler. Unmute yourself.”
Tyler moved his mouth again.
“Unmute it.”
Tyler’s voice came in. “What is going on, sexy ladies? The number one player is here.”
A woman yelled on his side, “What sexy ladies?! I thought you said it was just the boys doing a virtual happy hour?”
“Would you relax?” Tyler yelled back over his shoulder. “It’s just a few women.”
Oh, God.
His wife yelled some more and then the bottom half of her appeared on his side. “What do you mean a few women? Why are women even on here? What kind of freaky shit is this? And why are you wearing a suit?”
“It’s Kamal’s fault. I told him not to invite women.”
“Here we go.” I shook my head.
The drama continued to unfold. And we all focused on his box. Karen widened her eyes. Ross sipped his drink. Jade covered her mouth with both hands. And I just felt embarrassed for my friend.
“I can’t believe you’re in here talking to bitches?” She tried to smack his head.
Tyler ducked. “Come on, baby. These chicks in here aren’t even good-looking. Half of them are fat and ugly.”
Karen shook his head. “Oh, I know he didn’t with his baby blue suit, talking about others.”
Tyler’s screen disappeared.
Chuckling, Ross sipped his glass. “Party just started, and it’s already turned up.”
“Yes. It is.” Jade glanced my way. “That’s your boy?”
“From high school. You don’t remember Tyler?”
“Oh, God. The one who called himself Vitamin T?”
“That’s him.”
She shook her head. “He hasn’t changed one bit.”
Ross raised his glass in the air. “I’m sipping on a cranberry quarantini. Let’s go! Happy Blursday!”
“Blursday?” I asked.
“When all the days blur together so much, all you can say is, ‘It’s Blursday, bitch.’”
We all raised our glasses in cheers together. “Happy Blursday!”
For two hours, we partied with our friends, doing our best to forget that so many people all over the world were dying.
When we ended the s
ession with them, the true fun began.
Nice and drunk, Jade showed me one of her many talents. She sucked my cock with a skill unmatched by any lover that I’d had. She slipped her tongue along my length and then sucked on my tip. And the whole time, I played and strummed with her slick pussy, loving how her clit twisted along my finger.
Like a pro, she took my cock into her mouth.
All I could do was whisper, “I’ll never let you leave New York now.”
“Mmmm.”
“You suck so good. I’m damn sure going to put a ring on it.”
Saliva dripped from her mouth, spilling down my cock. She licked it all up and sucked on it some more.
I grunted, unable to deal with the thrill heating up my spine. “Damn you. Suck it, Jade. Put it all in your mouth.”
And she did, making me come hard. I spilled white semen all over her face, painting those gorgeous lips. My body rocked from the impact. And she moaned the whole time, playing with her pussy and orgasming with me.
Yes. She’s staying in New York.
The next day, I worked the whole time. Jade remained on the phone, ordering all her supplies and having them delivered to my condo. Every phone call thrilled me. If she could return to doing her art at my place, it would make her comfortable and give her a sense of home. Therefore, the chances of us remaining peacefully together would continue.
For lunch, Jade put together the best grilled cheese sandwiches I’d ever tasted. Where I just put slices of cheese between bread and browned them in butter, she’d mixed together a mixture of softened cream cheese, mozzarella, cheddar, garlic, and several herbs. She stuffed that into huge crusty slices of French bread and made some homemade chips.
Jade was certainly wife material. After Amber, I knew the difference.
My cock remained hard the whole meal.
Unfortunately, I had several meetings that afternoon or Jade would’ve been bent over the counter and seriously fucked the rest of the day.
Zora’s show came on later. Every few minutes, I checked the screen, slowing getting caught up in the damn show. Although Crystal knew that Blake was really alive, the rest of the town assumed he was still dead. A police investigation had begun. They suspected Crystal for his murder but had not arrested her. Meanwhile, her daughter Selene started dating the local detective assigned to the case. I was starting to see why Zora liked the damn show. Although completely over-the-top and ridiculous, it was hard to look away.
The end of the day came too soon.
By the time I hopped out of the chair, the sun had already set outside. The TV was still on, but Jade was no longer on the couch. I found her in the bedroom. Zora named her lounge chair near the balcony, Nooky. There, she enjoyed reading books and eating cookies. And now Jade rested there, looking delicious. She only wore a small white top and a thin thong.
Looks like someone wants to be fucked this evening.
I prowled her way. “What are you doing?”
“Being super productive.” She glanced over her phone at me. “Basically, I’m looking at memes and laughing.”
I got behind the chair and leaned her way. “Show me some.”
“Check this out.”
I looked at an image of a man throwing the year 2020 in the trash can. “Ouch.”
She chuckled.
I leaned closer. “I actually disagree with him throwing 2020 in the trash.”
“Why?”
“Currently, I’m enjoying 2020. It’s the year I began to fall for you.”
Jade turned around and looked at me. “Damn. That’s a good point. I agree.”
“Of course you agree. You started a love affair with an amazing man in 2020.”
“He’s also a little narcissistic too.”
“Just a little.” I landed a kiss on her cheek and then joked, “We’ll be telling our kids about this.”
She widened her eyes.
“It’s just a joke.”
She blinked. “I’m not scared of what you said. I’m just shocked you said it.”
“Why’s that, princess?”
“I didn’t think you were interested in having kids.”
“Please. You think my mother will let that slide?”
She grinned. “No.”
“Regardless of my mother’s demands, I would love children. How about you?”
“I do, but in the future. I’ve just stopped struggling as an artist. I would like to bask in that comfort and continue to fatten my bank account.”
“That’s too responsible.” I wagged my finger at her. “Just marry a rich guy. It’s easier.”
She smirked and returned to her phone. “Do you know any single rich guy on the market?”
“I do, but even if I didn’t. It doesn’t matter. I own every part of you now. I’m the only rich guy you can focus on.”
“Did we actually agree on you owning me?”
“We did. In fact, you moaned yes over and over.”
“I think a lawyer would say that you were using your cock to lock me in a long-term deal. That could be a breach of contract.”
“Or breach of cock.”
“What the hell is that?”
“Let me show you.” I took her phone and set it on the floor.
“What are you doing, Mr. Patel?”
“What am I doing?” Still behind the chair, I leaned further over and slipped my hand down her body. “Reviewing my newly owned pussy.”
“Mmmm.” She spread her legs open.
I kissed her cheek and then landed kisses down her neck. “You don’t mind if I have a look?”
“No, sir.”
“Lift up your shirt. I want to see those pretty nipples. Already, they’re stiff and ready for a lick.”
Her voice went low with hunger. “Yes, sir.”
“Hmmm. I like it when you say ‘sir.’”
She giggled. “You would.”
I moved the thong aside, exposing her bare pussy to me.
“Oh, Kamal.”
I strummed her pussy until she orgasmed. My cock jerked and hardened, yearning to be inside of her. But I didn’t allow myself that pleasure. I wanted to learn about what made her body explode. What part of her pussy did she like touched? How many fingers made her arch her back?
I got in front of her, lowered to my knees, and spread her legs wider, lapping at that lovely clit. And it was all a study of her. What types of licks made her moan? Which ones made her dig her feet into my back and scream my name?
So wet, she dripped all over the lounge chair. Before my sister returned, we would have to replace a lot of her furniture. Half of this stuff I wanted in my condo. They all held our scent of sex. And our memories were imprinted in the fabric. Our sounds of desire stained the wood. Our loving energy saturated the frames.
I sucked on her clit.
She grabbed my head, running her fingers through my hair. “Kamal! Oh!”
My name never sounded so sweet.
“Kamal!”
Tenderly sucking on her clit, I slipped two fingers in and out of her pussy.
“Yes!”
I hummed the alphabet on her soft bud, delivering vibrations to the sensitive nerves.
She trembled against me. “Oh. Fuck. Ah!”
Yes.
Her arousal smeared along my lips and dripped down my chin. I was wet with her and would not complain.
“Kamal!”
The room grew darker as the night fell above the city outside of the apartment. And still, I licked like a hungry animal, enjoying the way my tongue triggered her moans.
She rocked against my tongue and chin, riding my face. She came all over my mouth—body spasming. Her moans filling the air.
And right when she finished, I leaned away and gazed up at her. “How was that?”
Breathless, she whispered, “Amazing. . .sir.”
I smirked.
Her gaze blazed with lust. “Get up.”
“Get up?”
“Stand.”
“Take your cock out.”
“Hmmm.” Smirking, I undid my jeans. They dropped to the floor. I stepped out of them and slipped off my boxer briefs too.
She went down on her knees.
I groaned with excitement.
She took my cock in her hand and gave me her prized blow job. Perfect wet sucking to the mushroomed tip. Head bobbing. Deepthroating. Lathering my cock with saliva and her tongue.
My orgasm rose to mega proportions, rising and preparing for detonation.
“Damn it, Jade!” I yanked my cock out of her mouth and jacked the tip. “Oh, baby.”
She lifted her face and brought it close. “Come all over me.”
My body vibrated with insanity. I jacked my soaking wet cock faster. “Damn right. I’m going to spill all over your fucking face.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Do it.”
Grunting, I came hard. With each rub of the sensitive nerves on my cock, I painted each cheek with white semen. Strings of it.
“Fuck yeah!” I groaned, dotting her lashes.
“Yes,” she moaned.
I thrust into my closed hand, spurting streams onto her lips.
When Zora gets back, we’re definitely going ring shopping.
Chapter 19
Jade
Boomer Remover
Lounging with Ganesha on the couch, I kept the television low so I wouldn’t wake Kamal in the bedroom.
The newswoman read her report. “At first people thought the coronavirus was only a threat to the older population. Many young people even started calling the virus the ‘Boomer Remover.’”
I scrunched my face in disgust. “That’s fucked up.”
“But, as it turns out, young people are also at risk of catching the virus, unknowingly spreading it, and even becoming seriously ill themselves.”
“Duh.” I shrugged. “It’s a virus, people.”
The screen showed a hospital crowded with young and old. “Hundreds of young Americans have now been killed by the virus. Over 200 deaths among those in their 20s, at least 300 deaths among people in their 30s, and more than 500 deaths among persons in their 40s.”
I let out a long breath. “When is this going to end?”