Touch

This erotic story excerpt by D. Fostalove from Touch in Erato: Flash Fiction was originally published by The New Smut Project and is THE Runner Up in the Good Sex Awards Best Sexy Talk Category.

Touch

“Do you miss me like I miss you?”

“You know I do.”

“Come see me.”

There was a long pause.

“Ahmad, did you hear me?”

“Yes, I heard you.”

“So…?”

“You can’t be serious. What if I get caught by Patrol?”

“Go through the woods and stay off the roads.”

“What about me logging in to verify I’m still sheltering in place?”

“Ask your roommate to log in for you. Haven’t you done it for him before?”

There was another pause.

“Do you know what you’re asking me to do?”

“I do.”

“I’m classified as an essential worker.”

“I know.”

“I can’t be fitted with one of those monitors and confined to the house.”

“I know.”

“You can still work from home with yours.”

“Babe?”

“Yes?”

“Calm down.”

“I’m thinking about the search dogs, the horrible stories from the news.”

“It will be okay.”

“You’re asking a lot.”

“You know I’d do it again for you if I could.”

“I told you not to come…”

“I wanted to see you.”

“Hold on. I’ll be right back.”

Several minutes passed.

“Nasir, you still there?”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“He’ll do it, but only if we pay him.”

“How much?”

“Fifty.”

“Chelb. Do you have his account number?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. What’s his information?”

“3-15-22-9-4.”

“Got it. Sending the funds now.”

“Did you just hear him?”

“No.”

“He received the transfer and will log in for me.”

“Good.”

“Let me get dressed. I’ll see you in an hour.”

“See you soon.”

***

He emerged from the darkness of the woods after surveying the properties to the left and right for spotters. Once comfortable, he jumped the rickety wooden fence and darted across the yard. He tapped on the glass and pressed himself up against the wall until he heard the beep in his ear.

“Is that you out there? I don’t see you.”

“Yes, it’s me.”

He stepped away from the wall and onto the patio.

When he saw Ahmad standing on the concrete slab within inches of him, Nasir moved to unlock the sliding glass door and let him inside.

“Don’t. You’ll trigger an alert on your ankle monitor.”

“You’re right. Sorry. I lost myself for a moment.”

“I see.”

“You look amazing.”

He smiled behind the mask, hoping it could be seen through his eyes. He hated the contraption, but with how the virus had mutated it was much too dangerous to breathe outside without it.

“Thank you.”

“It’s been so long since we’ve been face-to-face.”

“I’ve stopped counting the days…”

“Looks like you’ve lost some weight.”

“I started back on the elliptical a few weeks ago.”

He swatted at fireflies that hovered around him.

“Don’t lose too much. I like you thick.”

“Do you?”

“Can’t you tell? You have me all excited in here.”

“I noticed.”

“Wanna see?”

“You know I do.”

He pretended to pull down his pants but stopped shy of revealing anything.

“Do you really want to see how thrilled I am to have you here?”

“I didn’t risk violating curfew or potential home confinement just to chat through a window.”

“So you want me to make it worth your while?”

“That’s exactly what I want.”

He lowered his sweatpants, revealing a stubby erection in the middle of a mound of unruly pubic hair. Palming the flesh, he stared out at Ahmad, who watched on.

“Now you.”

“What?”

“I want to see you, all of you.”

“What about the neighbors?”

“They can’t see this close to the house.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

After a few moments of hesitation, he began to slowly unbutton his shirt, then replaced the gloves he’d taken off to complete the task.

“I wish you didn’t have that mask on or those gloves.”

“I know.”

“Keep going.”

He stroked himself, watching Ahmad lower his jeans and underwear to his knees.

“Looks like I’m not the only one excited.”

“The danger of it all has me turned on.”

“What about me?”

“That’s a given. You always turn me on.”

He smiled.

“I’m only messing with you.”

“I know.”

“Come closer.”

He inched forward.

“This is really killing me, Ahmad.”

“What?”

“Seeing you but being unable to touch you.”

He reached out and placed a gloved hand on the glass.

“I feel the same.”

Nasir placed his free hand at the same spot on the glass as Ahmad’s.

“Touch yourself.”

He removed the heavy duty rubber glove from his left hand, dropping it onto the ground at his feet, and grabbed the throbbing flesh that curved upward.

“Look at me while you stroke it real slow.”

“Like this?”

“Yes, just like that. In sync with me.”

They watched each other, two hands pressed firmly on the glass separating them, the others slowly moving back and forth along their members.

“Tell me something.”

“Like what?”

“Something sexy.”

“Like what I miss most?”

“Yeah.”

A couple of dirty thoughts crossed his mind but he didn’t speak them aloud.

“Say the first thing that comes to mind.”

“The shemaghs we use as blindfolds. The zip ties. Your anticipation. How you tilt your head trying to figure out where I am in the room, what I’m doing. Am I approaching with a feather? Will I bite your earlobe as I whisper something nasty? Might I kneel before you and clench your nipple ring between my teeth, pulling until you wince? That’s what I miss most.”

“Keep going.”

“I miss those times when I’ve fallen asleep on the couch after a grueling twelve-hour shift at work and you wake me with quick pecks on my neck and chest. I lightly brush you away but you can’t help yourself. We haven’t seen each other or talked all day and you really miss me. I try to resist your advances as sleep has a strong hold on me, but then so do you, pulling my scrubs down, kissing my stomach and thighs.

“’I’m so tired, Nasir. Just give me a few minutes of rest,’ I’d say.

“’I’ve been waiting to see you all day.’

“I mutter something inaudibly. You apologize, admitting how selfish and needy you are but how irresistible I am.

“’All I need…’”

“’…is you. Please, babe, don’t make me beg.’

“’I like it when you beg.’

“Then you’re kissing my lips and my closed eyes, my forehead, my lips again. Your hands are everywhere, pressing, caressing, prodding. I’m awake enough to smile, run a hand through your hair and give in, but only for a quickie. And before I know it, you’ve angled my leg over your shoulder and buried your face, taking me into you.”

“You got me so hot right now.”

“Do I?”

“Yes!”

“You know what really makes me excited?”

“What’s that?”

“When you’re in a really frisky mood and you put your tongue back there.”

He flicked his tongue out suggestively.

“I’d love to do that to you right now. Turn around. Let me see.”

He shook his head, smiling again behind the mask.

“You know what?”

“What?”

“I’d really love to be upstairs in your bed right now, propped up on my elbows while you’re crawling up the bed with that look –“

He interrupted. 

“I’m going to unlock this door.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“They’ll come. You’ll go to jail this time.”

“I don’t care. I want you in here with me.”

“Nasir, don’t.”

“Okay.”

He moved closer to the glass, still stroking himself as he began panting heavily. Ahmad followed. Had the barrier not separated them, they would have been able to breathe each other in, feel the heat radiating off their exposed bodies. Touch.

“Focus on what we have right now and not what we don’t have.”

“You’re right.”

“Imagine I’m the guy in the window as you stroll through the red light district. Let me be your fantasy on the other side of the glass.”

“Ahmad, I’m about to…”

He erupted, shooting globs haphazardly onto the glass.

He knelt and brought his face to the window where Nasir’s satisfaction slowly oozed downward.

“Yeah, spray it all over my face.”

He increased the speed of his strokes, feeling himself getting closer.

“Slap it across my cheek. Let me taste it.”

He glanced up to see Nasir watching as he began to feverishly stroke himself again.

“Come for me.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

He stood, tilted his head to the sky, and released himself and a round of curses simultaneously. 

“Ahmad? Ahmad!”

He opened his eyes and focused, registering a tone of fear.

“Yes?”

He pointed.

“What?”

A beam of light pierced the middle of the enclosed yard and moved about randomly. 

“Hey! Is there someone out there?”

He hurriedly pulled up his pants, closed his shirt and reached down for the glove.

“It’s one of your neighbors. I have to get out of here before he calls Patrol.”

He brought three fingers to his lips, kissed them and pressed the digits to the glass.

“Please be careful.”

“I will.”

He raced towards the woods, praying Nasir’s neighbor hadn’t alerted Patrol.

 

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D. Fostalove has been published in numerous anthologies, including Brief Encounters, Baby Got Back, and The Big Book of Submission, Volume 2. He is the author of Unraveled: Sealed Lips, Clenched Fists. His next novel, When I Miss You, will be available soon.

 

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