My First Time

Pandemic Passions

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Pandemic Passions
Two people overcome OCD during a pandemic.

by Curiousbusiness

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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 'yes'," 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.

The Big Date

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.

"Ha-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.

"Ma-maybe we should sit; sit and

chat more? Ha 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.

"Fif-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

rubbings 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 germ-a-phobe 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 germ-a-phobe 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
convenience 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.

Back To Support Group

"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’s distant voice screamed over Robert's voice.

By Curiousbusiness

for Literotica

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