Day 8: "You know, Rudolph's red nose isn't the only thing that'll keep us up tonight."
Part 1 of "the quarantine series"
A: I'm about to hop in the shower
Z: Take your phone
Z: I'd like some pics
Z: I miss showering with you
A: Gimme a second
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Incoming call from 'Addison Wells the Love Of My Life, My Rock, My Soul, My Baby, My Other Half [red heart], [red heart], [red heart]'
Zed answers the video call, slightly confused. He was just expecting a couple of sneaky shower pictures, not a call. As his phone takes a minute to connect (damn shitty WiFi) he suddenly questions how he looks—an old, hole filled grey tee-shirt and even older, ratty sweatpants that're hanging on by a thread. He doesn't usually dress up for their video calls, but he tries to look better than this.
His phone connects before he can throw on a sweater to cover up the ugly shirt and—she's naked. She's actually standing in the shower, her phone propped up on the ledge meant for soap. Zed's been in her shower and he knows exactly which ledge it is, especially because it's at a perfect height for soap grabbing for her (because it's her personal bathroom, after all). Which means her camera gives an unobstructed view of her, pink little nipples that, from what he can tell, are hard on her perfect boobs (not too big, not too small). The shower water rains down on her chest and she ducks her head under it, moving closer to the camera.
Zed can't help but stare with wide eyes. They've been in quarantine for months, quite literally. Her parents don't let her out of the house except for a few lucky days in the summer, the few times she's gone to get tested, and now that she was in school for cheer. Zed was strictly forbidden from seeing her for a long time because, despite the stay at home orders, he needed to work and the grocery store needed extra hands. Her parents didn't like that, and only allowed them to meet up after he stopped working there (he quit for reasons unrelated to his relationship).
They both went to the university that was only an hour away, but since classes were online there was no point in being on campus except for their respective sports. Which never met at the same time (social distancing, apparently). They did ride together to campus when they could, which was nice. And on the off chance that happened, things did get a little heated between them. They'd both developed an appreciation for the Walmart between campus and Seabrook, that was usually secluded and gave them enough privacy to get it on in the car.
Of course, they haven't seen each other in person since before football got shut down (20 players got sick, luckily Zed wasn't one). That was two weeks ago, the recommended quarantine time frame. But Missy and Dale didn't want him over and he didn't want to disrespect them (after all, they just wanted to keep themselves and Addison safe).
Plus the football outbreak just so happened to come a week after their last game, the last time Zed and Addison met up in person. It's almost been a month since he's seen his girlfriend, love of his life, soulmate, rock, his other half…you get the gist. And while they do exchange the occasional raunchy Snapchat, they've never been naked over FaceTime. They've never even had phone sex, the old fashioned, non-video phone sex.
So he's very surprised to see her like this. Addison, in all her naked glory. And the little tattoo of two interlocking hands, holding pinkies only, that sits on her chest, between her boobs but much closer to the left, that perfectly matched his in the same spot. Their little secret (because if her parents found out she got a tattoo last year when they were off at school, they'd flip).
Addison straightens up as his camera clears up more, smiling sweetly. As if she isn't on FaceTime, in the shower, dripping wet, showing off one of his favorite parts of her body (he honestly has no favorites but he does love her boobs).
"Hi."
He swallows, forcing his eyes from her boobs (stop judging, he's allowed to like his girlfriend's boobs!). "Hey." His voice cracks a little and she giggles.
"My parents aren't home," she says.
"It's Christmas Eve."
"They went to see my grandparents," she says offhandedly. "I opted to stay here, since I'm still cheering. Plus, alone time with my favorite zombie."
Zed smiles proudly. "I miss you so much," she goes on. "I wish you could come over."
He nods in agreement.
"I figured it was safe to call you though. I hope that's okay."
"It's uh, it's more than okay," he says. "Great! It's great. I miss you. Like a lot."
Addison giggles. "Everything alright, Zed?" she asks. He catches himself focused on her chest again, wishing he were there to tease and pull on her nipples, make her squeal and squirm and moan—
He looks up when he feels his cock stirring to life in his sweats. It's gonna be one of those nights.
"I wasn't expecting a call," he tells her. "But I don't mind the show."
She laughs. "Reign it in, Tiger. This is what I call, the previews." She reaches out and pulls her hands back, now holding a bar of soap. "I've got the whole house to myself tonight. And it's been three weeks of just pictures and thoughts."
His eyes widen. "You wanna have phone sex?" he whispers incredulously.
"Rudolph's red nose isn't the only thing that'll keep us up tonight," she says with a wink.
The song runs through his head, even though in the end it doesn't matter. What does, is that she's planned this evening, just the two of them, as it should be. She always did love Christmas sex, and he loved sneaking out to make it happen. Not this year though…
He pushed those thoughts away. They were going to have phone sex! Holy shit.
"Uh, okay, hold on." He drops his phone onto the bed and stumbles to his feet, rushing toward his door. He throws it open and calls to the house, "Off to bed, night!" before slamming it shut and locking it for good measure.
"Zed!" Addison sings out. "The show's starting with or without you!"
He rushes to his desk, grabbing his laptop and his headphones (wireless), then jumps back into bed. He grabs his phone, saying quickly, "I'll call you in like two seconds." He hangs up, rushing to open FaceTime up on his laptop, connect his headphones, and call her back (it's been more than two seconds but no one's actually counting).
When she answers, she has a pout on her face. "I was putting you on my laptop," he tells her. "Figured I'd need both hands free." He throws in a wink that completely wipes the pout off her face.
"Okay, but don't start jerking off until I finish in the shower," she says. "I wanna show you some of my toys first!"
Zed laughs. "Promise."
They tease, they masturbate together, talk, and eventually, Addison falls asleep over video chat. Zed doesn't mind. He can't help but just watch her for a few moments before he ends the call. He really loves her, and it's been too long since he's seen her.
He fucking hates quarantining. Not just because he was confined to his room all day except when he needed to use the bathroom, not only because they don't allow zombies to test with anything other than the goddamn nasal swabs (that hurt like a bitch), and he's had to get tested once a week since the football team outbreak.
He hates it because he misses Addison more than he can handle. He can't even hang out with his little sister, there's no way anyone will let him out to see Addison.
He got tested four days ago (negative) and was waiting for his second test from yesterday morning before he was officially allowed out. Because apparently it was slightly harder to detect in zombies, and two tests would be much more secure and accurate than just one, or whatever bullshit Zombie Patrol came up with to scare the zombies inside (because most of them couldn't afford tests).
His result should be coming soon…and he was probably negative. And he was really lonely. And he missed Addison, a lot. And she'd be alone for Christmas. Christmas! It was her favorite holiday and she'd be spending it alone. He couldn't let that happen.
There had to be a safe way for him to cure his lingering loneliness and give her a happy Christmas…
Zed sits up in bed, an idea quickly forming. Plans and workarounds rush through his head and he shoots up, rushing to get dressed and pack his bag.
'This is going to be perfect.'
to be continued…