Chapter 1

2020 did not start out well for little Miss Sophie. My parents finalized their divorce, and then there was the whole COVID thing. My older sister had also moved to the opposite side of the country to be with her boyfriend, who needed to relocate for work. The family home felt so empty now, it sucked.

Mum had to return to work for financial reasons as well, money was scarce because she refused to rely on dad for anything. She was spending the majority of her time at the hospital, working long hours as a nurse, I believe, not only for the money but also to keep herself occupied and distract her from the divorce.

I ended a two-year relationship with my boyfriend Jake the summer before my senior year of high school. I was growing tired of his immaturity, and the final straw came when I discovered him flirting with some girl at a friend’s party. I ghosted him and haven’t spoken to him since then, so seeing him at school felt strange, but I knew I was better off. I wouldn’t have any trouble finding another guy, I’m 5’4, slender, with ample curves, long blonde hair, and hazel eyes. I know I’m hot, and it’s his loss.

Mum suggested renting out one of our spare rooms two months into her new job. I wasn’t excited about the prospect of having a stranger around the house because I was getting used to going about in little to no clothes and would frequently sun tan outback absolutely nude. I thought how amazing it would be if one of the neighbors peeked over the fence and saw me, and it was a turn-on to hear them working on their gardens while I was lying back fully nude. I had imagined it would be Mr. Dawson, he was attractive for a father of two approaching forty, and I wondered what he would think of my exposed pink pussy and perky C-cup tits. I masturbated multiple times to the thought of how he would react, most of the time the naughty daydream ended with him coming over and fucking me.

I reluctantly accepted as I knew it would assist mum with living expenses, and I wouldn’t have to get a job. She shocked me by admitting that she had been discussing the idea with a coworker for some time and that he was prepared to move in at any time. He? I assumed they would be another female. God, I wasn’t excited, but my mother comforted me, telling me he was a wonderful man and would be ideal.

Despite my assumption that he would move in with us in a week or two, Jose arrived with his bags just a few days after our conversation, mum informed me he was from Argentina doing his doctor’s internship in Australia. He wasn’t quite the handsome Spanish guy I’ve seen on reality shows, which was probably a good thing, there might be problems if he was hot, haha. He seemed like a decent guy though, relatively ordinary looking, around 5’11, dark hair, dark eyes, and scruffy facial hair, he was also a little overweight.

The first couple of weeks went by pretty well, no dramas. I did have to remind myself to throw on something to cover my panties when coming out of my room for breakfast, something I rarely did with it just being me and mum for quite some time now. I also made sure to not wear a top that showed too much of my breasts, I even started wearing bras, which I almost never did when at home, something mum talked to me about one day when my nipples were protruding from a sheer tank top at breakfast. Jose didn’t seem to notice, though, or if he did, he hid it well.

Around that time, we were getting news about the COVID outbreak. Mum and Jose had more information than the average person, being a doctor and a nurse, respectively. Lockdowns seemed inevitable, and a week later, the government announced the bad news. School was suspended for the foreseeable future, and everything was closed. I was stuck at home with nothing to do.

I spent most of my time chatting with friends online and watching TV to pass the hours when our online courses were over. By the second week of lockdown, I was going crazy, the hour of exercise we were allowed wasn’t nearly enough, and I couldn’t even interact with anyone, let alone a guy. Being bored only added to my sexual frustrations. I hadn’t been with anyone since Jake, and that was over 3 months ago.

Naturally, I turned to the internet to try and get some relief. It started with online chat rooms, they were fun for a while, but I found most of the guys boring. Then cam sites like Omegle, which a friend suggested, were my go-to. She said it was supposed to be a place to meet strangers for a friendly chat, but more often than not, it was just people looking for others to get off with. She couldn’t have been more right. The first time I tried it, I think half the guys were sitting there with their dicks out, but I’m probably overexaggerating.

Ten or so skips later, I finally started to connect with a guy from New York. He had his shirt off, showing some really mouth-watering abs. He was sweet and normal-sounding, unlike most I had interacted with. I started out just typing, but after the flirtatious texting got me pretty hot, I switched to my laptop mic. He was dying to hear my Australian accent, and after a lot of begging and charm, I relented. Once the first barrier was gone, he convinced me to show my face, and not before long I was topless as he jacked on his impressive 7-inch cock, or so thats what he told me it measured at. To be honest, I didn’t really care, it looked hot.

He got me to stand and peel off my black leggings, asking me to twerk my butt at him while he continued to stroke his meat and proceeded to tell me how hot I was. It was actually turning me on so much to take orders from this guy halfway around the world, my black cotton thong was getting wet. Chris, the name he told me to call him, then ordered me to show him my pussy. He demanded to know if I was wet, and I innocently nodded yes. He then told me to touch it and tease it and questioned me about how bad I wanted his big cock. Of course, I inflated his ego by replying that I wanted it so bad, which wasn’t a lie.

Chris asked me to get into the position I wanted to get fucked in. After a little thought, I crawled onto my bed on my hands and knees, pointing my ass at the webcam. It took a bit of care to get the camera angle just right. I looked back over my shoulder at my laptop, seeing Chris stroking his cock faster. My pussy lips showing between my thighs all juicey and wet. He ordered me to finger myself, and I eagerly indulged my lust in front of a stranger, making little, quiet moans. His words got more dirty as I kept jilling myself, at one point, he called me a “hot little slut” who needed a big cock in my tight pussy, fuck that got me cumming hard, quivering on my knees as Chris shouted out more encouragement.

He then announced he was ready to cum and instructed me to turn around and open my mouth wide. I did just that as he unloaded rope after rope all over his washboard, abs, and chest. Geezs, it was hot seeing a guy cum that hard, panting for breath. I giggled and admitted that seeing him cum was sexy as hell. He thanked me for a really good time, and we both left satisfied. I was hooked after that. Every night and some days that week, I jumped on Omegle and found a guy or two to get off with. I think I masturbated in front of at least 15 guys, having only ever done that in front of my ex-boyfriend previously, god, lockdown was turning me into a cam slut, haha.

My little dirty secret activity was the only thing keeping my mind sane, so I thought it was a secret until one night, after a very steamy cam sex session with Greg from the UK, I discovered it might not be so secret after all. I was laying back, recovering from multiple orgasms, when I faintly heard Jose on the phone chatting with someone. “OMG!” All this time I had been talking to guys, masturbating with them, not thinking about whether the guy in the next room could hear everything I was saying, and I was saying the filthiest things. Just a few minutes ago, I was begging a stranger, referring to him as Daddy, to cum inside my teen cunt. My cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. How could I be so dumb? He’s going to think I’m a slut.

I eventually managed to fall asleep thinking he might not have been able to clearly make out what I was doing since I really couldn’t hear clearly what he was saying on the phone or so I hoped. The need to pee had me awake sometime after 2 am, my eyes were still groggy as I made my way down the dark hall, I turned the corner and walked straight into a heap of flesh, falling back on my butt with a loud thud.

“Shit, sorry!” a man’s deep voice cried out.

Before I knew what or whom had knocked me off my feet, Jose had quickly turned on the lights, assuming I might be hurt. I looked up at him dumbfounded, his hairy body on display in nothing but tight, black boxer breifs. I guess he slept in his underwear like I did.

“Are you okay, Sophie? I’m so sorry. I should have turned on the lights, he alarmingly admitted, looking quite worried.

“It’s ok, it was my fault too,” I replied as Jose helped me to my feet.

He quickly looked away after doing so, which I thought was weird until I realized I too was wearing just a pair of tiny white shorts and nothing else, my pear-shaped tits on full display.

“Fuck, Oh My God!” I shrieked, quickly covering up with my hands and running to the bathroom.

“Sorry, good night!” he shouted as I closed the door and sat on the toilet with my face in my hands, feeling embarrassed for the second time that night.

I was awake in the morning but didn’t get up for breakfast until I heard Jose leaving the house, spying outside from behind my curtains to make sure he was gone. I just couldn’t face him after all that happened last night. Mum let me know there was food in the oven and headed to her room like she always did after a long night shift.

Online classes were just as boring as ever. I was relieved to finally be able to go out and enjoy some sun in the backyard after putting on a light blue string bikini. No more walking around naked, I told myself. I texted my best friend Lisa and told her about what happened last night. Of course, she found it quite amusing, she even teased that I was lucky to live with a guy who wasn’t related to me, if she were in my shoes, she would find it hard not to fuck him since she was so horny. I laughed and said I would too if he was hot. She replied by saying she wouldn’t care, as long as he had a decent cock, she wasn’t picky right now, who knows how long she would have to wait for this lockdown to be over, which actually sounded understandable the more I dwelled on it.

Me and Mum had dinner together before she left for work. Afterward I relaxed on the couch watching Love Island. Jose arrived home shortly after, and went straight to his room, I heard the shower running a few minutes later. I was so scared to even face him, what do I even say? Maybe I should just go hide in my room? God this situation sucked.

“What are you watching, Sophie?” Jose’s voice made me jump in my seat.

I turned around and saw Jose in the kitchen smiling at me, his hair still wet from the shower.

“Oh, just a reality show, it’s pretty dumb, but I’m addicted,” I joked, nervously giggling.

“Ahhh, ok, do you mind if I watch a little with you?” he surprisingly asked, leaving me perplexed.

“Sure, ok,” I replied softly, watching him walk around to take a seat on the single lounge chair.

There was an awkward silence as we watched some drama unfold between two of the contestants. Jose looked my way and grinned and I nervously returned it, clutching harder onto the pillow on my lap.

“So about last night...” I built up the courage to finally say.

“Don’t worry, it was an accident; I didn’t see anything,” he said, cutting me off abruptly.

“Are you sure, because I’m pretty confident I was half naked?” I stated, not knowing why I said it.

Jose started to laugh and looked directly at me again. “Well, I was also half naked, so were even, I guess,” he fired back confidently.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his smartass reply, raising an eyebrow to go with my amused expression. “I don’t think that’s the same, Jose, aren’t you a doctor? You should know the difference,” I quickly retorted.

“I am a doctor, and men can have breasts too, look?” he said, pointing to his smallish man’s boobs visible under his white shirt”.

I laughed even harder and playfully conceded the debate, my stress about the situation disappearing. We continued to watch the show, and I did my best to explain the concept to Jose. I don’t think he was really interested, but never the less, it was entertaining to answer his questions. It was the first time we really talked, he was funny and charming, and I could see why Mum liked him.

Our chat shifted to more personel topics. I found out that Jose was 28 and had been living in Australia for three years now. He had always dreamt of moving abroad and was happy to receive the opportunity to graduate medical school and get an internship here in Australia.

“So you must have a boyfriend, Sophie? It must be hard with the lockdown, I know girls your age like to go out and party a lot,” Jose quired.

“Oh, I’m single, I broke up with my boyfriend a few months ago, but it’s really hard, I’m so freaking bored, I can’t wait for this to be over,” I said with a loud, exaggerated sigh, which had Jose laughing.

“I’m sorry to say, but it’s going to last a couple more months, at least, maybe longer. The cases are getting worse, I know it’s not what you want to hear,” he apologetically confessed.

I pretended to cry but wasn’t far from doing the real thing, hearing what Jose had to say, he came over and rubbed my shoulders before saying he was heading to his room. It felt kind of nice to feel his hands on my bare shoulders, but it didn’t feel like anything more than a kind gesture.

I went back to binge-watching Love Island when Lisa sent me a text.

“Fuck him yet?” it simply read.

I laughed out loud and replied with a stern “no” plus a thinking emoji to tease her.

“Do it, get some cock for the both of us!” she wrote back.

God, she was funny, but I knew she was actually being half serious. Fuck, I was seriously considering it, stupid lockdown!.

All this talk about cocks and sex had me horny as hell. I turned off the TV and walked outside for a smoke, strolling around my backyard and down the side of the house, smoking my cigarette to settle my sexual fustrations. For the first time in a long time, I missed my ex Jake. He was a jerk, but he was hot and wonderful in bed, and I was yearning for his cock. Fuck, I was engrossed in my thoughts and didn’t notice I was walking by Jose’s room. The light caught my eye, and his curtains were open enough for me to have a decent look inside. I coughed on my smoke, catching him nude and stroking his thick cock.

Oh my God! I was mesmerized, his hairy body was a far cry from jake’s muscular, athletic physique. He looked much older than his 28 years, under different circumstances, I would have been disgusted by Jose, but I couldn’t look away. His cock didn’t have much length. His fist covered the majority of the shaft, only an inch or so showed above his hand. His dark, purple-colored crown made my mouth water, it was so round and large. His balls looked huge too, obviously filled with dirty seed ready to burst out at any moment.

Jose lay on his bed, back and head resting against the headboard, stroking away, looking at something on his phone. His lips were moving, talking to someone or maybe just himself, who knows. He was so engrossed in what he was doing he hadn’t noticed me yet, he jacked his meat while moving the phone, unaware I was spying. The more I watched, the more it became clear he was face-timing someone, his left hand moving the phone around to get different angles of his cock. Wow, I guess I wasn’t the only one doing that sort of thing.

I should have stepped back and hid myself better, if Jose had looked ahead for one moment, I would have been discovered, but my body froze just watching this overweight guy pleasuring himself. Geez, now I know I was going sex crazy. Jose was a nice guy, but, let’s be honest, he was far from good looking, I told myself, but no matter how many times I chanted that in my head, my eyes just wouldn’t stray away. What was wrong with me? I was drooling over some fat guy’s cock, well, he wasn’t that fat, I was overexaggerating to convince myself to stop looking, it wasn’t working.

I had no clue how long I stood outside his window for, the cigarette in my hand was almost down to the filter. I kept staring, licking my lips as he beat his shaft over and over, sweat on his brow, his hairy chest rising and falling with the exertion. The tingle between my thighs was getting stronger by the second, and my breasts swelled with arousal. I licked my lips, wanting to get a better look. I stepped closer to the glass when, suddenly, behind me was a loud scratching noise, followed by the neighbor’s cat, which was growling a top the fence. Fuck!, I muttered to myself when Jose’s eyes reacted to the noise. I quickly scurried away but knew he probably saw me.

I rushed to my room and closed the door, my cheeks beet red with embarrassment, geez I’m so dumb, what if he tells my mum? God I’m stupid. After a loud sigh I shut my lights and pretended to sleep, hoping Jose wouldn’t come to confront me, he didn’t thank god. After an hour or so I finally managed to drift off to sleep.

Like the previous day I stayed in my room until Jose left for work, I was scared to face my mum incase he told her about what I did. My fears were for nothing, mum didn’t show any signs that Jose had dobbed me in, maybe I was quick enough he didn’t even see me? either way I would find out in dew time. Like always mum looked dead tired, she hugged me and headed to bed after a shower.

My mind was still stuck on what happened last night. I finished online classes and laid back on my bed, thinking of what to do. I don’t know why, but I messaged my ex with a simple “hello.” Jake quickly returned the hello and followed it up by saying he missed me. That was a surprise, he never usually said anything like that unless he wanted something. I was bored and needed a distraction from my thoughts, even if he didn’t mean what he said, I was happy to play along for now.

“What do you miss about me?” I texted back with a curious emoji.

“I just miss spending time with you, you’re the best,” he replied.

I had a good little chuckle reading the message from him, he often was sweet to me when he wanted to fuck or get a blowjob. “Wow, you miss spending time with me? I thought you were dating Anna now?” I inquired, hearing the rumor from a few friends.

“No way, she just has a crush on me, we hung out one time, but she’s not you”.

Oh god, he was such a liar! I could just feel it in my bones, but I kept talking to him regardless. “Show me how much you miss me then?” I asked, adding a winking emoji.

“show you? what do you mean?, I think about you all the time Soph!”, Jake wrote.

“show me what happens when you think about me”, I requested, giggling to myself, he sounded so dumb.

A few minutes passed, and I was getting annoyed, he probably couldn’t understand what I meant. God, boys are so stupid. I was about to give up and start on an assignment when my phone buzzed. Oh my! Jake wasn’t as dumb as I thought, he snap chatted me a picture of his long, erect cock, along with a message that read, “This is what happens, babe.”.

He was full of shit about a lot of things, but I had no doubt thinking about fucking me got him hard. Our sex life was amazing, it’s the only reason I was with him for so long. I admired the pic, remembering how I use to kiss and lick and suck on his pretty cock, he tasted so good, I loved blowing him.

“No one gets me as hard as you do Sophie, you make me cum so hard babe”, he followed up with.

Fucking asshole! This reminded me of the many times Jake would convince me not to break up with him, he knew I loved his cock and used my weakness to get his way. My left hand slipped under my black bike shorts, rubbing my naked, bold pussy.

“Do you miss my cock? I miss how good your lips were on it, fuck, you were the best cock sucker!” he wrote to me.

I wasn’t going to admit anything. I wanted to stay in control, but he had a way of bringing out my submissive side. Mother fucker! I did miss his dick, and only his dick, why couldn’t it not be attached to an immature jerk?.

“Come on, Soph, show me those tits I love so much, I’d do anything to stick my cock between them again, you have the best tits ever!” he implored.

Sigh! His words were making me so wet that I was rubbing my pussy faster, focusing mostly on my clit. I lifted my top and took a picture of my bra-encased boobs and sent it to him.

“Oh, come on, Soph, stop teasing me! I’m so fucking hard here. Take off the bra! Don’t you remember how you loved me covering them? Show me those big tits so I can bust all over them, babe,” he pleaded.

I giggled and grinned, reveling in how desperate Jake seemed to see my naked tits again. They were nice tits, and Lisa often complained about how I was so lucky to have a set that made guys drool. “Why don’t you ask Anna to show her tits for you to bust over? I’m actually seeing someone right now, and only he gets to see my tits and cum on them,” I cheekily wrote back, hoping it would piss Jake off.

“Come on, Soph! I know that’s not true, and Anna’s tits don’t even compare to yours. I know you want to be my little cum slut again.”.

Fuck!, I almost came when he used those words. I loved dirty talk, and Jake wasn’t shy about calling me all sorts of names during sexual activities. I waited and continued to circle my clitoral area, wanting him to stew for a bit longer as I teased myself. This was so fun and just the distraction I needed.

“Soph???” he texted.

I chuckled and finally relented, unclasping my bra to take the topless selfie. After a few takes, I managed to get the perfect shot and was just about to hit send when Jake messaged me again.

“You are such a teasing bitch, Soph, you know what? I am fucking Anna, and shes a way better fuck than you!” he ranted.

Wow, what a jerk! and I was just about to give him what he wanted, god, I guess I was the stupid one, I was so pissed at myself.

“You are a cunt! Don’t talk to me again!” I fired back before throwing my phone away and pounding my bed in frustration. I smothered my face in a pillow and screamed, “Stupid!” Stupid girl! I told myself over and over. I needed a smoke! I couldn’t go outside in case mum caught me, she would freak out if she knew. My dad smoked, and she hated it, so I lit one up in my room by the window. It helped with my anger enough that I could focus on starting my assignment.

Later in the afternoon, me and my mum ordered a pizza for dinner and enjoyed it while watching a movie. We hadn’t had time to talk much since the lockdown started, with her crazy hours at the hospital leaving her exhausted. She asked how I was coping with things and if there were any dramas with Jose. For a minute, I thought she knew what had happened the night before, and my heart raced, thankfully, she didn’t. I told her Jose was cool, he mostly kept to himself, and that it was getting easier to deal with being stuck inside, a little lie, but I didn’t want her to worry.