Unintended Consequences of the Lockdowns
Copyright© 2026 by duncan idaho
Chapter 9: Dreams of the Show
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9: Dreams of the Show - Lilly was sheltered and a bit of loner before the lockdowns, but the lockdowns happened right during her formative sexual growth years. The time when teens get curious and start to experiment, start to date, have their first kiss. Instead Lilly was locked in a house with her parents who continued to see her as a small child.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Coercion Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Water Sports AI Generated
Saturday died slow.
Every minute felt like an hour. I wandered through the house touching things, the banister, the refrigerator handle, the remote control, counting down the seconds until Sunday.
I barely slept Saturday night. The images came back every time I closed my eyes. My mother’s throat working. The librarian’s glasses on the sticky floor. My own fingers moving between my legs in the shower, chasing a release that only made the hunger worse.
Sunday morning, I woke with a gasp.
The sheets were tangled around my legs. My nightshirt had ridden up to my ribs. Between my thighs, a damp warmth that hadn’t come from sweat. I’d been dreaming, something fragmented, something wet, a faceless man with thick hands and a voice that said good girl over and over while he pushed me onto a bed.
I lay there, breathing hard, my fingers already drifting down.
No. Not yet. Tonight.
The day crawled. Church. Lunch. A movie I didn’t watch. My mother asked if I was feeling okay. I said I was tired. My father grunted and turned the page of his newspaper. Normal. Everything was so painfully normal.
I kept glancing at the clock.
Eight PM. Nine. Ten.
My parents finally climbed the stairs at 10:15. I heard the bedroom door click shut. The familiar creak of the bed. A low murmur of voices that faded into silence.
I waited until 10:30.
My laptop glowed to life. The chat site loaded slow, each second a small eternity. My fingers trembled as I typed in my username.
CuriousBlonde18 has entered the chat.
A message waited in my inbox.
ProfessorPleasure: I was hoping you’d come. How are you feeling tonight?
I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. My hands found the keyboard.
CuriousBlonde18: Nervous. Excited. I don’t know.
The three dots appeared immediately he’d been waiting.
ProfessorPleasure: That’s normal. More than normal. It means you’re listening to yourself. Tell me, what have you been thinking about since we last talked?
I bit my lip. The cursor blinked.
CuriousBlonde18: Everything. The booth. My mom. The librarian. The way my dad looked when he, when he came inside her.
ProfessorPleasure: And how does thinking about that make you feel? Your body, not your mind.
My thighs pressed together under the desk. The heat was already there, pulsing, impatient.
CuriousBlonde18: Wet. I feel wet. And scared.
ProfessorPleasure: Scared is okay. Scared keeps you safe. But scared doesn’t have to stop you. Tell me what you want, CuriousBlonde18. If you could have anything, anything at all, what would it be?
The question hung in the dark room.
My fingers moved before I could stop them.
CuriousBlonde18: I want to know what it feels like. To be touched. To be filled. To be—taken. Like she was.
I stared at the words. My heart hammered. The three dots appeared.
ProfessorPleasure: That’s beautiful. That’s honest. And you can have that. But you don’t have to rush. You can start small. Have you thought about going back to Carl’s?
CuriousBlonde18: Yes. Every day.
ProfessorPleasure: Good. There’s a show every Friday night in the back. Live. People performing. Other people watch through one-way mirrors. You could sit in the dark and see what it looks like up close. No pressure. No participation. Just watching.
My throat went dry.
CuriousBlonde18: I didn’t know they had shows.
ProfessorPleasure: Every Friday. Nine PM. You could watch and learn. See how real women move. See how men respond. It would help you understand what you’re feeling.
CuriousBlonde18: What if someone tries to...
ProfessorPleasure: You say no. You leave. You’re in control. Always.
I let out a shaky breath. The idea bloomed in my chest, warm, dangerous, irresistible.
CuriousBlonde18: I think I could do that. Watch, I mean.
ProfessorPleasure: I think you could too. But before you go, there’s something important I want to talk to you about.
CuriousBlonde18: What?
ProfessorPleasure: Protection. The pill. Condoms. I want you to think carefully about what you put in your body.
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