All Chapters of Love in the Time of Quarantine: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“What the fuck have you been doing? Why the hell haven’t you been answering your phone?” Matt is screaming into the phone and I have to hold it away from my ear before I can respond to him. “Jesus, Matt. Calm your ass down! I was up all night painting. I zonked out around 6 this morning. I’m just getting up.” I snap back at him. My mood had been great after my early morning and then wake up sex with Ash, but I had still just woken up and I hadn’t had my coffee yet. It was too early for Matt’s overprotective bullshit and I needed him to calm his little ass down before the stick that was up there broke in half and caused permanent damage. “What about Ashton? Why wasn’t he answering his phone?” Matt sounds a little mollified by my response, but he’s still got a bee in his bonnet and I need him to take it down a few more notches. “I forgot my charger, man. I slept until about 10 and didn’t realize it until I went looking for my charger through every one of my bags. I wante

As lighthearted as Ash had tried to make it sound when we heard about the school shut down and the cancellation of his interviews, we both are really freaked out. It doesn’t help that Matthew is calling every 20 or so minutes with updates from the government or from China or from a random, obscure website. Or that my parents are freaking out. Or that Ash’s parents are freaking out. Eventually, I put a ban on Matthew. He can only call once every two hours unless someone is dying, actively has COVID, or the world is coming to an end. The boy is so far up my ass, I’m surprised that he hasn’t started on his way here. I contact my advisor, Professor Shipley, to see what he thinks is going on. He and I have gotten really close, since he works in both the art and graphic design departments at NYU. He’s actually helped me combine my two mediums, painting and digital art, to do several different projects and it’s something that I want to explore when I have the time. Maybe I have t

“You’re not coming back? Really? But all your stuff is here.” I’m astonished at what Kora just said. “My parents don’t want me coming back to the city. They’re worried about the virus and making sure that I can get everything that I need and honestly, I think they just want their family together in case the worst happens,” Kora says. Well, shit. That makes me feel real good about being here right now. Kora seems to understand what she just implied. “Oh, fuck! I’m sorry, Sam. You know I didn’t mean that. It’s just…” Her words fade out and I get it. “You’re scared. I’m scared to Kora. And if staying with your family is helping you feel better, then you should do that,” I say, trying to console my best friend. “I’m sorry, Sam. Thank you for helping me calm down.” “Of course, Kora.” Ashton holds me around the waist, his chin on my shoulder. He gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Ok. Now that that’s out of the way, I’m going to need you to give me a play by play of w

As the weeks progressed, we settled into a routine. Ashton started his job the following week, everything online. We ended up having to swing by his job so that we could pick up a laptop for him. That was a bit of an otherworldly trip. There was literally no one on the road. No one on the street. It was like it was freaking Armageddon outside and it made the world feel like a ghost town. Like Ashton and I were the only people left alive. The guy who gave him the laptop placed it outside the building doors, still in its packaging, along with the software to install, and wrapped in a plastic bag. Told us not to get it until he was back in the building. It was strange, but I get it. After that, most of our daytime was spent side by side, but on different laptops with headphones on. Ashton had to go through an entire new employees orientation which took about a week with everyone trying to get used to using Zoom and sharing screens and just doing everything that they normall

The second that I enter the apartment, the cheesecake is grabbed out of my hand, put on the side table, and I’m pressed against the door in a fervent, passionate kiss. Ashton hikes me up so that I’m propped against the door with my legs around his waist, his mouth ravaging mine and his hardening cock grinding into my pussy. I can’t hold back the moan at the amazing pleasure that is zinging through my system from every place that he touches me. My body starts to writhe on him as he devours me, his tongue tasting every inch of my mouth. My arms move over his shoulders and my fingers thread through his hair, pulling his braids out of the band that they’re in. I can fist my hands in his hair, pulling slightly and causing him to moan. His hands are all over my body, cupping my ass, nearly ripping my shirt as his hands dive under my shirt and bra to play with my nipples. His mouth wrenches away from mine and moves down my neck, sucking on the juncture of my neck and shoulder. “Fu