Quarantine Adventures: Day 5

Almost a whole week has past since this stupid quarantine went into place, and there are no more dirty dishes, the laundry that normally sits in piles is all washed and folded away, and even the floors have been vacuumed. I hadn’t seen my apartment this clean since I first moved in. Even then, it was mostly because my girlfriend couldn’t sit still and wouldn’t just let me chill out in front of the TV all day every day. We also haven’t had so much sex since we first started dating last year. Pretty much every chore was interrupted by stray touching, then kissing, then ravenous fucking our brains out at least once or twice each day. It was really what I think heaven must feel like, even if I did have to strangle my cock with condoms each time.

Then yesterday she rebuffed my advances and explained that she wasn’t feeling that good, down below. At first she thought it was just sore from being overused, but then the next day she had a request.

“Babe, you need to go out shopping today,” she informed me as she made me breakfast.

“Really? I’m sure whatever it is we can wait until this quarantine is over,” I sighed. I wasn’t scared of going out, but I didn’t want to risk it if I didn’t have to.

“Well, I think I have a year infection so I need you to pick up some monistat. And besides that we only have one condom left, so if you want any more of this and time soon…” she smiled at me, flipping up her skirt to show me her lovely shaved cunt once more to make her point.

“Shit,” I grumbled knowing I’d have to hold off on vagina sex already for the next week anyways, so I conceded. “Alright. Make me a list of anything else you need me to get.”

“Already done,” she giggled cutely and pulled out a piece of paper from behind her back. Of course she already knew I couldn’t refuse her, or her feminine charms. I took the paper and put on some actual jeans instead of just my sweat pants, then kissed her as I went out the door.

The streets were creepily empty, like there had been a zombie invasion or something, but there were a few rare people out and about like me. Some wore those surgical masks to stay safe, and everyone stayed well away from everyone else.

The grocery store was about the only place that still seemed moderately busy. It was almost normal, though as soon as I walked in I could see how several of the shelves were strangely bare of many items on my list. Canned pasta and meat, mac & cheese, every type of bread, almost every type of frozen meal, and every single roll of toilet paper were all completely gone. Lots of other things were low, or had a terrible ***********ion, but I made due on most of the list just fine.

“Shit,” I groaned looking at the empty shelf where the black Magnum Trojans usually were. There were lots of other condoms, but the Magnums were there only ones that were loose enough to let me cum in them.

“Something wrong?” a young lady wearing the store apron asked. I wanted to say no, but if there was a chance I had to ask. I looked at her name tag, then tried to act casual.

“Yeah, Karen, umm…” I swallowed my pride and just put myself out there, “are there any more Magnums, maybe out back or something?”

“I can go check,” she offered. “Follow me,” she indicated, and I simply walked after her towards a pair of swinging doors out to the back employees area. I stopped there to wait for her for a few minutes, but she came back with something else in her hands..

“Sorry, all sold out I guess,” she said with a small shrug, then offered up a different blue package. “These are the next largest we still have in stock.”

“Yeah, that’s what I figured. Damn hoarders because of the damn fear-mongering news media. It’s fine, as it won’t really matter anyways,” I sighed and held up the box of monistat I was also buying. “Not going to need them for a week or so. I’ll try back then.” I was about to turn to leave when she put her hand on my arm.