My Bad Covid Romance

Hello everybody. I am glad that you liked my stories so far. I have been reading sex stories online since, well I can't really remember an exact date, but I think it must be sometime before I turned 20. I thought it was about time that I started contributing to this varicolored sea of fantasies that is floating around our world wide web. I am not an English native speaker, so that is why I am really happy that my writing in this foreign language seems to be this well received.

It took me some time to dare sharing these daydreams of mine and posting those online. The last year during this whole Covid situation has brought some major changes in my personal life and finally gave me the courage to do so. This is the story I want to share with you now. I naturally changed the names of all affected people (except for my real first name which is quite common here in good old Germany) because I do not want to cause trouble for anyone involved.

But I am rushing ahead of myself ( as I often do). Introductions are in order. I am Jennifer (who hates to be called Jenny, by the way) and I grew up in a remote town in South Germany, Bavaria, to be more specific. My childhood there was boring and uneventful. I was this one plain girl which you would see on the school photo and could not quite remember her name. Today its fair to say that my life only really began when I moved to Berlin (for me it is the best city on planet earth) to start my Korean studies in the early years of the new Millenium.

My mother comes from Thailand and her closer family lives in a small village near Nong Khai, which is situated in the north eastern part of the country. I don't have any close ties to my mothers family. Last time we visited them it must have been around the late 90s. The only person who sticks out in my memory is my grandmother whom I could not talk with since she only spoke Thai, which I unfortunately never learned. Nevertheless, I remember her chatting endlessly while playing with me and we had some kind of understanding through the universal language of kindness.

My father is from Russia, a Russlanddeutscher, as we call it here in Germany. This means people who live in Russia with a historic German background from before the 20th century. Those people have an easier time applying for citizenship and the bulk migrated from Russia to Germany after the collapse of the Soviet Union. He came much earlier, together with his family in the late 70s.

When I was younger it had always been a mystery to me how my parents had met. My mother told me something about a pen friendship when I was a teenager and I didn't dig any deeper back then. I always knew unknowingly that this was something that should not be talked about. Of course as the adult woman I am today I know it was the old story of a poor girl from a 3rd world country who sold the only two things she had to escape from miserable poverty: good looks and obedience.

But let's not dive too deep into those unpleasant family issues today. I wanted to tell you about the thing that happened earlier this year which really changed my life for the better.

To understand what my existence was like before March of 2020 I need to address the one embarrassing thing which separated me from all my friends and, well, pretty much everyone in my age group. I am 34 today (my birthday is in July) and I never had sex until I was 33. Boom, big shocker!

So how did that happen, you might ask, are you butt ugly or frigid or lesbian ? Well, to be honest, I have had second thoughts about my body since...forever. I realized very early on that I was different. The tone of my skin is much darker than the average German girls, and where their nipples and pussy lips are a pink of varied shades my intimate parts are of a darker brown coloring. Furthermore, my breasts never really started to develop and stayed as tiny as they had always been (A cups yay...).

In my opinion teenage girls can be the most vile creatures in the universe. I was harassed and bullied through all my school time which really cracked my self-esteem. This was also the time when I learned to avoid attention and tried staying invisible as much as possible. I dressed in old fashioned and plain non designer clothes, never wore make-up and when others went out partying I preferred retreating to my books and manga comics.

And sex stories of course. This, together with love flicks, is how I found out over the time when I remained unkissed and untouched that I am definitely not gay. It has always turned me on to see or read how women get fucked hard and dominated by men while at the same time wanting to find Love like Nic Cage and Bridget Fonda did in It Could Happen to You (cheesy I know)

I can see that my life story is starting to bore you, so I will cut it short, promise. I think by now you get the general impression of how young-me became this introverted person who hates being the center of attention and for whom it is hard to let down her guard, which is so important for letting someone into your heart.

Allow me to share two more things with you until we can come to the part where the 33 years old loses her virginity, okay ? What do I do for a living. Well, I have a master's degree in Korean-studies now and what better could you do with that than, wait for it, -becoming a waitress. To be honest, I kind of got trapped in this line of work. Of course I originally started jobbing just to make ends meet during studying but I never found the right moment to quit.

I started to apply for corporate jobs only half-heartedly and still got an acceptance letter from a big automobile manufacturer in South Germany. At about the same time the floor manager of the restaurant I worked for got critically ill and our owner offered me her position. He pulled a fast one on me back then, obligated me, said that he needed my help, could not continue without me, and kind as I am, I helped. I got all the responsibility and overtime with only getting a meager plus on my paycheck.

Looking back I understand today that it was the kind of excuse I needed to stay in my comfort zone and not having to change anything in my life. I really wanted to stay in Berlin - as I have written above the best city on the planet. And why is that - Well because of its people naturally. A place can only really become your home when you have your friends around you. For me friends are the family we chose and although I have been living alone for most of my adult life, thanks to them I rarely feel lonely.

Which brings us directly to the second thing I need to do some exposition on to better understand what happened later. My best friend Nadine. She was slightly older than me because she had done a voluntary social year, whereas I had started studying directly after finishing school. We quickly became friends, sharing a common liking for East-Asian culture and science-fiction (Neon Genesis Evangelion anyone?). Also we shared the same temper as she, too, was a rather shy person around new people and took her time until letting someone close to her heart.

She was also the first person I ever kissed, but that's another story I don't want to tell right now.

The important thing here is that we became inseparable, especially during the last 10 years or so. I was there for her after she broke up with her first boyfriend (She was 21 when they met, late bloomer, another thing we had in common). Pierre was his name, from Belgium, and they had met because he was taking part in a student exchange program called ERASMUS, which supports students from different European countries and encourages them to spend time abroad. After he returned to his home country they continued a difficult long distance relationship for 2 years until they ultimately broke up.

Then Nadine started enjoying her life as a single, having short lived affairs and one night stands. She tried pushing me a little, taking me out to wild parties in the night life scene of Berlin. I had quite some offers back then from men wanting to sleep with me, but I never got myself involved with any of them, still the little grey mouse inside that I had always been.

I was kissed twice during those years, one time I was very drunk in a underground club in Lichtenberg but I remember enjoying our tongues probing around and being so happy to be kissed by a man for the first time in my life. The second time was by a coworker without my consent after working a late shift at the restaurant. Pretty bad situation and I am lucky nothing worse has happened.

This episode showed me, that although I enjoy masturbating to rape fantasies and watching preferably young women getting fucked anally by older men, when you experience being touched in real life against your will it's a very different story. I still have regrets today that I did not go to the police after this episode had occurred. I remember being more angry at myself for letting it happen than at the guy who forced himself upon me.

Anyway back to Nadine and me. She eventually fell in love again with a guy called Matthias, or Matze as we call him. Introduced from one of our common good friends, Sebastian, as an old buddy from childhood days. He had recently moved to Berlin, working for a big airline company in the sales department and did not know anybody here except for Sebastian. Matze quickly found connection to our circle of friends by merit of being an expert on Horror movies and introducing our until then sci-fi heavy group of film-nerds to timeless jewels such as Army of darkness or Ring (Not to be confused with the US version, I recommend the one from Japan, based on the original novels by Koji Suzuki).

Nadine and Matze married in 2015 and stayed in Berlin since she had found a well payed job with a government agency.

Which brings us to what happened earlier this year. I was really having a hard time. Lost my job when Germany was put under sudden lockdown in March and all the restrictions for gastronomy were put into place. I tried to apply for occupations to finally put my masters degree to use but of course under those circumstances nobody was hiring.

The weeks passed and I was getting desperate and lonely. I had always thought of me as a rather introverted person who did not necessarily need other people and was often times happy to just be by myself reading a good book. In reality I realized it's the net of relationships that keeps me going and to suddenly be deprived of all my social contact from work as well as regularly meeting my circle of friends was an absolute nightmare. Nadine and Matze were the only two I met frequently.

It was during one of those evenings when the three of us were drinking, talking and having fun when our discussion came to old TV series we watched. Matze was very surprised when he heard that I never had seen Deep Space Nine, an old Star Trek series from the 90s, despite being so keen on sci-fi stuff in general. I am more of a Star Wars girl I guess and liked the fantastic and magical setting more than the scientific approach from Star Trek. He got enthused about how ground breaking that series had been from telling a continuous story and at developing relations between characters. I was hooked when he told me that Ronald D. Moore, one of the guys behind the reinterpretation of Battlestar Galactica, my favorite series from the start of the century, had also been one of the storytellers for DS9.

Matze was also affected by the pandemic, although not quite as grim as I had. His company had him on 100% Kurzarbeit. This basically means that you don't work but the state covers something like two thrids of your salery. He then offered since we both had so much free times we could meet more often during the week and re-watch this old series together.

Nadine recommended it as well adding that she would not have time to watch it with us for a second time. In her job it was pretty busy at the moment and Covid did not affect her working life at all.

The deal was sealed and we would meet two times per week alternating between their apartment and mine. Later when I was alone in my bed I thought about this and recognized that Matze and me had never been by ourselves much in those past years. I mean I consider him a very close friend, the best male friend I can think of in fact, but normally we always met together with other people. Before Covid it was not necessarily always together with Nadine but normally there were other friends of ours around. Wouldn't it be strange to do this now ? I am pretty certain that my doubtful self would have gotten the better of me before this pandemic and I would have called the whole thing off, laughing it away with some lame excuse. But at that time I just felt I needed someone close to me more than I ever had before in my life. And he was a friend, the husband of my bestie, so surely nothing could go wrong.

I am sure you know by now, unlike my innocent 2019-self, in which direction we are heading here. For me its late and I need to catch some sleep. Looking forward to continue sharing my Bad Covid Romance with you.