Two people overcome OCD during the lockdown.

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 “Thank

you all for your participation today,” Robert said through his

microphone, “Thank you for your patience once again for any technical

difficulties we experienced today. I think the glitches we ran into,

though, were great ways to exercise our tolerance of imperfection. I

heard today that some of you have found maintaining your progress in

conquering obsessiveness to be difficult during the pandemic

restrictions. What’s easy to forget, though, are the successes you have

made. We often tend to overlook them, but I heard way more victories

than defeats this week. I encourage everyone not to ignore those

victories.

 I hope that until we meet again next week, you all continue

to find ways to challenge yourselves and to say ‘no’ to that obsessive

voice. Say 'yes’ to getting out of your comfort zone. Until next time.”

Robert

waved goodbye at his webcam, and a number of people chimed in to say

goodbye or simply waved back. As the virtual meeting closed on his

laptop screen, Jordan picked up his phone to fire off a quick text to

Angela, a fellow group attendee he had connected with when the group was

still held in-person before the COVID-19 pandemic. If the pandemic had

not struck, Jordan thinks he and Angela would have started dating

officially. They got as far as almost, maybe, perhaps, fooling around

together once after one of their group sessions. Or, maybe not. Jordan

could never be sure. His anxiety always reminded him to doubt.

“Another good session,” Jordan texted.

Jordan

set his phone down and left his desk for his usual routine. He washed

his hands for twenty seconds under the water and used his hand towel to

dry between every finger. Then, he went about his room to make sure his

picture frames and Marvel figurines were lined uniformly. Somehow, they

never were in order even though he never touched them since he last

inspected them. A buzz came from Jordan’s phone. Angela had sent a

reply.

“I can’t take it anymore. My roommate is out for the night. She won’t be back until Friday. Come over.”

Jordan’s

heart bounced and there was tightness in his chest. He remembered back

to the second session of group therapy where Robert spoke about

psychical warning signs in the body. Jordan identified his signs as a

racing heart, tightness in the chest, and sweaty feet. He wiggled his

toes. Yup, his feet were sweaty. These were the warning signs that

anxiety was coming on.

Robert’s wise voice echoed in Jordan’s head, “When you notice your warning signs, remember your coping skills.”

Jordan

breathed in through is nose and out through his mouth. He repeated the

exercise a few times, and once he was calmer, he looked at his phone

again at Angela’s message. What should he do?

“Say 'yes’,” Robert’s voice echoed again.

Jordan slapped the side of his head.

“Get out of there, Robert!”

Jordan

glanced at his phone again, and noticed Angela’s smiling face in her

profile picture. Surely, he couldn’t say 'no’ to that? With heavy

thumbs, he punched in the three letters Y-E-S, and fired them off.

Jordan scrambled to change out of his clothes. He hadn’t worn

presentable outdoor wear since the start of the pandemic. The warning

signs were coming on as he swapped clothes. Jordan resorted to a raspy,

interrupted breathing as he tried to inhale through the nose and exhale

through his mouth while he wrestled with his clothes. He grabbed a

medical mask from his pantry, which had turned into some type of

apocalyptic bunker with supplies stacked to the ceiling, and shot

towards his door.

“Do I need to bring anything else?” Jordan’s anxiety voice asked.

Jordan

reviewed the message from Angela again. No, she didn’t ask for

anything, but perhaps it would be polite to? What was the nature of this

gathering?

“I can’t take it anymore. My roommate is out for the night. She won’t be back until Friday. Come over.”

No, Jordan thought. Get your mind out of the gutter. That’s not what she meant. Jordan analyzed the string of twenty words.

“I can’t take it anymore.”

That implies urgency, desire for something different.

“My roommate is out for the night.”

Angela will be alone. WE will be alone. Angela sees this an opportunity. What would require us to be alone? Well, many things.

“She won’t be back until Friday. Come over.”

Today

is Tuesday. That would mean at least three nights and two days where

Angela, and I, could be alone. What would be the importance of making

that known?

“Say 'yes’,” Robert trilled.

Jordan pulled at his hair.

“Say 'yeeeeess’,” Robert sang, “Conquer that obsession!”

Jordan

ripped his front door open and took a confident step outside. He

checked his left pocket for his phone, then his right pocket for his

keys and wallet. The flustered young man checked that he locked his door

twice before riding the elevator down to the main floor. Upon his exit

of his condo building, he passed his hand under the hand sanitizer

dispenser and received a dollop of the life-saving substance. That’s

when Jordan realized he forgot his portable bottle of hand sanitizer.

“Conquer obsessiveness!” Robert chimed relentlessly.

There

was no time to turn back. The girl of his dreams was waiting for him

and he must not delay. Jordan weaved through the near empty street,

staying two meters away from anyone or anything that could be a deadly,

disgusting Coronavirus carrier. Angela’s condo building was but a

10-minute walk away, but to Jordan, the trek felt more like an

expedition through hell itself. When he arrived at Angela’s condo

building, he felt another buzz in his pocket.

“Bring condoms.” Read the text from Angela.

Well,

that confirms it. Jordan’s mind was right to be in the gutter. He

promptly marched to the conveniently placed convenient store to the

right of Angela’s condo building and navigated to the family planning

section. There was an assortment of sizes and shapes and flavors. There

were a number of things to consider.

Another buzz came, “Are you on your way yet?”

There

was no time for Jordan to consider the number of things he would have

liked to consider. He picked the most plain looking box of condoms. Now

to pay. Jordan slowly lifted his gaze towards the cashier far down at

the end of the aisle. No self-checkout. Jordan dragged his feet and

carried his body to the cashier, a young woman with bright red hair

kneading some pink bubblegum between her teeth. She collected the box of

condoms from his shaking hands and he presented his card to the

scanner. Sweat emerged on Jordan’s forehead as his purchase was being

processed.

“Good luck Champ,” the cashier said flatly.

Jordan

emerged into the night air following the worst experience of his life.

He filed into Angela’s condo building and rang for her. The door

unlocked, allowing him to maneuver his sweating body to the elevator.

His very being was so shaken that if the elevator rose any quicker, his

soul would have catapulted out of his body to heaven, or maybe hell.

That did not happen. Jordan made it alive to Angela’s door. He knocked.

Angela

opened her door. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a white bathrobe.

She clearly was just in the shower. Jordan could see her pretty blue

eyes peering over the top rim of her medical mask. Angela noticed the

box of condoms, which Jordan was indiscreetly holding in front of him

with his two hands. Her eyes darted away and she felt her face turn hot.

“Um, come in,” she said.

Jordan entered Angela’s condo unit and the pair continued their awkwardness inside.

“H-how’s it going?” Jordan asked.

“Good. Oh, and you?”

“Yeah. I mean…good too, as well. Uh, and you?”

He had already inquired about how Angela was. Jordan was cringing all over, like his body wanted to shrink into itself.

“Good,” Angela repeated, “Thanks for um…you know…coming so quickly.”

“Of-of-of course.”

Angela

cleared her throat, “It was just that…I…you know…Robert said to get out

of our c-comfort zone…um…and I was feeling…l-lonely. Um, thanks for

picking those up.”

Angela had to turn her face away from Jordan.

She wished so hard she could turn away from herself and not be Angela

ever again. Jordan interjected prematurely, hoping to save Angela and

himself from her most recent comment.

“I was happy to. I wanted sex as well.”

Angela bristled. Jordan’s attempt at extinguishing the awkwardness utterly failed.

“And I-I don’t mean sex with anyone. I-I meant with you.”

Angela bristled even more.

“M-maybe we should sit…sit and chat more? H-how was your day? How are you?”

“Let’s just do it,” Angela blurted.

Jordan swallowed, “Yeah?”

“Yes, yes. Do you mind taking a shower first? I don’t mean to be rude. You know how I am with germs.”

“Oh, thank you.” Jordan exclaimed. “Yes. You know I’m the same.”

Jordan

locked himself in Angela’s bathroom, turned on the shower and doused

himself. He cleaned himself feverishly to rid himself of the

contamination of the outside world. Angela was busy too. She prettified

her face with a touch of make up, then fussed about her room to make it

romantic. Her room decor was inspired by some advice blogs she read, and

a porn video she perused in the afternoon.

Jordan stepped out of

the shower and dried himself with a towel Angela had already prepared.

He then slipped into a bath robe, which was also made available to him

by Angela. Leave it to someone with an obsessive disorder to have

everything prepared. Jordan put his medical-grade face mask back on, and

nervously stepped out from the bathroom into Angela’s room. The

lighting was amber and low. Angela was already positioned in her bed,

with her back resting against the headboard. Jordan’s heart pounded at

the sight of Angela and his head became light, but his legs worked well

enough to transport him to her bed. When he got to the bed, he sat down

but wasn’t sure how to proceed. He would have loved to kiss her and the

lips and every where else, but he was wearing a mask. In fact they both

were.

“F-finger me,” Angela stammered.

Angela couldn’t

believe her own words. She felt so ashamed, so embarrassingly desperate,

but she couldn’t help herself. In truth, she was desperate. So strong

was her lust she had to become a different person to try and appease her

yearning. Inviting a boy over? Asking to be fingered? Regular Angela

would never do that.

“Yes,” Jordan said with strange confidence.

Jordan

smartly spotted the hand sanitizer on Angela’s night stand and helped

himself to it before carefully slipping his hand under Angela’s

bathrobe. Her thighs radiated warmth. As his hand ventured further up,

the space between Angela’s legs narrowed. Angela gasped when she felt

Jordan’s hands touch her thighs. She hadn’t been touched in anyway by

anyone, not even her roommate, in months. Angela gasped again when

Jordan reached the spot. He gently explored the area and noticed she was

cleanly shaven. Every feature he could feel was smooth and soft. He had

a full erection. He recalled what he learned from his ex-girlfriend

from two years ago, and began to pleasure Angela. Jordan knew he was out

of practice and had limited experience, so he was hoping for the best.

Angela

was already sweating. The light rubbing of Jordan’s fingers were

tantalizing. He was so good, Angela had the impression that Jordan must

have been with a lot of girls. She became wet very quickly, and Jordan

seemed to catch on. He slipped a finger in as soon as he could. Angela

shut her eyes and squirmed. The feeling was incredible as Jordan applied

his technique inside of her. That sensation soon doubled when he

slipped a second finger in. They did all sorts of things inside.

“I’m ready,” Angela uttered.

Jordan

was very much ready too. He tore open a condom and struggled to put it

on for a moment of time, but he got it on in the end. Jordan let his

bathrobe fall to the floor and Angela had a clear look. Her heart

skipped a beat. She saw something that was definitely heftier than two

fingers. Angela wanted it in her, but was at the same time worried if

she could handle it. Jordan climbed into bed and man maneuvered himself

over Angela.

“Um. If you’re OK…could I?” Jordan asked, making an opening motion with his hands.

Angela knew what he meant.

“Yeah…right…”

Angela

untied the string around her waist and timidly opened her robe,

revealing her breasts. Jordan felt he could cum immediately just by the

sight of them. But there was more left to see. Angela modestly opened

the rest of her robe, revealing her long legs and the part in between

them. Her lady part was immaculate - the most beautiful he had ever

seen. Jordan told himself he didn’t deserve such a gift, but he was

still going to take it. As Jordan sank down, Angela’s thighs fit snugly

around his waist. He took aim and applied pressure. The doorway was

firmly guarded, but once Jordan pushed through some inches, he was

almost pulled in. Angela whimpered. Jordan sounded like he was about to

cry. Both were shaking.

“Get it together!” Jordan scolded himself in his head, “Don’t let her think you’re a loser!”

After

the self-motivation, Jordan drew back and pushed again. Angela moaned

the most sensual moan. Her fingers clawed at her bed-sheets. Jordan’s

long rod that was lodged inside her was everything she needed. Jordan

probably wasn’t ready for another, but he reloaded and went again. He

felt almost winded from the pure pleasure. His eyes were glued to where

he and Angela were joined. Another thrust Jordan gave. Angela moaned

loudly again. She felt her body spasm ever so slightly. It was a

different story for Jordan, though. He was trying so hard to suppress

his groan. Angela opened her eyes and looked up at Jordan. She knew what

was happening.

“Did you?” she asked politely.

Jordan caught his breath. Embarrassment took hold of every inch of him.

“Yes,” he said, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, that’s OK,” Angela assured.

“I-I just need a minute,” Jordan said, “I can keep going.”

Jordan

withdrew from Angela and dismissed himself to the bathroom. Behind the

locked door, he rid himself of his soiled condom and doused himself

again in the shower. Meanwhile, Angela caught her breath. She sat up and

noticed the wetness between her legs. Being the germaphobe she was,

Angela plucked a few tissues and cleaned up.

“Get yourself together,” Jordan said under his breath after drying off.

Jordan

was still somewhat erect. He put his hand to work to inflate himself

again. It wasn’t too difficult to do so. The image of Angela was burned

in his mind. She was beautiful and sexy. So sexy. And her cunt. Her

beautiful, perfect cunt. Jordan stepped out of the bathroom, without his

mask.

“I’m going to go down on you,” Jordan announced.

Angela was surprised by his abruptness.

“If-if that’s OK with you…I’d like to go down on you,” Jordan amended.

Angela nodded.

Sucking

noises and Angela’s vocalizations filled the room. Jordan’s tongue

sampled every part her cunt. She tasted so sweet that he came to

understood why some people called it a honeypot. Angela was panting

hard. She could barely breathe through her mask. The pleasure was

immense and she could lie there for ages, but she a thought. Not only

was she impressed by Jordan’s cock and tongue, but she was also

impressed by his courage. He wasn’t wearing a mask, and he didn’t mind

going down on her, even though she knew he was just as big of a

germaphobe as she was.

“Put a condom on,” Angela instructed.

Jordan

obeyed. He fit a condom on quickly and smoothly this time. He was

surprised to see that Angela had taken her own mask off, but was

grateful she did. As Jordan stood at the end of the bed, Angela blew

him. Jordan praised the heavens loudly. Angela felt incredible joy

hearing how pleased he was by her technique. She had never blown anyone

before.

“Turn around,” Jordan demanded.

Angela got on her

hands and knees at the end of the bed, and Jordan took her from behind.

They went at it like rabbits, their flesh slapping together at a

tremendous pace. Jordan felt he had never truly had sex up until this

point. Angela wailed. Jordan’s roughness turned her on to new heights.

She enjoyed and endured his relentless ramming until she realized she

was nearing her peak. She wanted to end face to face. Jordan obliged. He

pounced on Angela as soon as she laid on her back. They breathed

heavily as their eyes burned into each other’s. Finally, they smashed

their lips together and kissed. Their tongues pressing into each other’s

mouths swapping germs and saliva. The two kissed and fucked, until

suddenly, Jordan felt a snap.

“Oh shit,” he wheezed, “I think the condom broke.”

He took a peak down, and sure enough, the condom was just hanging to him.

“Let me get a new one.”

But Angela kept throwing her pelvis up.

“I don’t care. Don’t stop!”

Jordan

snatched the ripped rubber in his hands, tore it away, and lobbed the

slimy thing somewhere in the room. They kissed and fucked and moaned

some more. Jordan detonated, blasting his white lava into Angela. Angela

felt her womb grow hot with the fluid and she too expelled her own

juices. The room fell quiet. The noisemakers lay piled together in bed,

covered in mess, and they fell soundly asleep.

The next morning,

Jordan and Angela put themselves back together, taking turns in the

shower. Jordan found the ripped condom he carelessly tossed, which had

landed on Angela’s desk, and disposed of it in the garbage can. The

sinful two then masked up, and headed down to the convenient store next

door. There was a pharmacy inside. To Jordan’s surprise and disbelief,

the red-haired gum-chewing cashier from last night was now stationed at

the pharmacy counter.

“What can I get for you?” she inquired lazily.

“We uh…need the morning after pill please,” Jordan said.

The girl disappeared and returned with the requested goods.

“Way to go champ,” she said dryly.

“Thank

you all for coming together again this week online,” Robert said, “It

has been tough, I know. Remember folks, let’s keep saying 'yes’ to

getting out of our comfort zones. Good-bye. Yes, thank you. Good-bye

everyone. See you next week. Looks like we have a couple idlers here

still left in the call. Jordan and Angela. I missed seeing your faces

this week. I didn’t notice your cameras and mics were turned off. I hope

you two are doing well? Angela? Jordan?”

“I’m gonna cum, Jordan! I’m gonna cum!” Angela screamed over Robert’s voice.

by Curiousbusiness for Literotica

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