NOTHING BUT THE INTERNET - EXTRACT

 

It had been raining all morning; it felt as though it had been showering all week. You can barely tell the time of day from observing the sky. The streets were near empty except for few vehicles cruising by. Few shops were open. Major businesses were closed; everyone was quarantined indoors. You'd think it was the apocalypse. There was nothing interesting to watch on TV besides the news and even that was shitty. The COVID-19 stats kept rising like stock market numbers. Everything was dismal like the weather outside.

We had nothing to keep us going. Nothing but the internet.

We've spent a majority of our time since we began our quarantine in bed. Myself and my boyfriend, Henry. Our kitchen cabinets were stacked with enough food to last us another three weeks before we can decide to think about going out to restock. Our bills were taken care of, even though we were both out of work with nothing else to do. All I can say is that compared to other people out there, we were lucky.

We watched Netflix and played video games when we felt like it. When we got lazy, we made love. We'd catch up on the latest gossip going on between our friends and family members on Zoom, and make love afterwards. I often stayed in bed listening to Taylor Swift or Adele, while Henry mixed Hip-Hop songs on his laptop in the living room. Besides his previous job, he had another as a club DJ. He kept in touch with the club owners who'd promised him a gig once things got back to being normal again. How normal? Well, whenever there's a ready vaccine, as the government said.

We enjoyed having breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed.

Always we made love before calling it a night.

I was sitting by the bedroom window smoking a cigarette while staring and listening to the downpour outside, soaking in the cold breeze blowing into the room. I'd been sitting there for a long time wondering how fucked up the rest of the month would remain with neither of us having anything better to do. I sometimes indulged in yoga, but I haven't been in my best form in weeks. My skin was getting pale from me not going outside much. I could imagine my friends doing whatever to keep their lives going-Shelby had begun an online pottery class, while Kate was-

That was when an idea lit a lightbulb in my head and I yelped when suddenly I realized that I'd accidentally dropped cigarette ash on my thigh. I came off the window and went to wake up Henry, who was asleep in bed.

"Henry," I shook his arm, "come on, babe, wake up. I've just thought of something."

He mumbled and muttered gibberish stuff before then turning to face me. He cracked a yawn while reaching for his watch to check the time. He stretched his limbs and yawned once more.

"What is it, Jinx?"

"You won't believe it, but I just thought of something we can do to while away the time," I was speaking excitedly fast and had to swallow a gob of spite to slow myself down. "Check this out, let's do a porno," I said.

He gave me a stiff look like I'd lost my mind. "Did you just say what I think you just said?"

"If you heard me, then you know I meant what I said. I want us to start making porn. What else have we got to do besides waking and sleeping and eating and shitting all day? At least this will give us something better to do."

"Get outta here, Jinx," he chuckled as he rolled over on his back. "Ain't no way you're fucking serious."

"But I'm dead serious. Wait a minute." I left the bed and went to get my phone from where I'd left it in my previous pants pocket, then returned to the bed with it. I went to the camera section and pressed the button to video-record. "Let's just do a little test run to see how it goes. Then maybe you can decide."

I aimed the camera at my face while my other hand fumbled for his pants. Henry made like protesting at first, but then stopped when he saw what I was doing. He freed his cock out of its hiding place, and I kissed the tip while simultaneously stroking it inches from my face. I made sure the video was capturing everything before applying my lips to his penis. I held my phone over my head while his cock went from flaccid to turgid in my mouth. Henry laid there caressing my hair while enjoying my work. He knew how good I am with my mouth; not once has he ever complained about my service.

"When is it gonna be my turn?" He later asked me.

That got me to stop. "Alright. You want to take a shot at the title? Now's your chance."

I passed him my phone, and he kept it aimed at me while I slithered out of my shorts and unclipped my bra, which is about the only outfit I wear most days since we've been cooped in the apartment. I laid on the bed and spread my legs for him, and slapped my pussy while he licked his lips.

"Come on and dig in, babe," I moaned, "I'm all wet and ready."

He passed back my phone, and I aimed it at his face as he came forward and proceeded to eat me up. Henry does know how to please me with his tongue-I'd taught him the necessary tricks on how to set me off during foreplay, and he's been an astute student ever since. I pinched my nipples and jerked my hips while he buried his lips down into my vagina. By the second minute I was moaning like crazy. Flashes of exploding lights went off before my eyes, almost enticing me to black out, the more he dug into my cunt. At one point it got so good that I dropped my phone, and probably would have forgotten about it if I hadn't remembered then why I needed it.

"Okay, babe," I pleaded, "that's enough. Uugghhh! That's fucking enough, babe. Come up here and give me that dick. I need it so bad."

I held my phone in front of my face while aiming it at Henry as he then slid on top of me. I captured the sight of him inserting his cock between my legs. I held my breath and let it off with a grunt when he penetrated me, and then we were off to the races. It felt awkward with me holding up my phone and filming him stretching my pussy when I could barely do anything besides jerk my pelvis and hips. I would have loved to grab him with both arms, lift my legs up high and let him ride me to infinity. It was tough staying professional while simultaneously enjoying my lover fucking me. It made me wonder those porn stars whose videos I enjoy watching, how do they feel when getting fucked knowing they were also getting recorded on tape. Was it business or pleasure for them, or was it both?

My hands kept jerking the camera and as Henry went on breathing against my face with his torso pressed against my tits, it got to be hard enjoying the show. His breathing grew heavy as he quickened his pace and I knew it was a matter of time before he exploded. The good thing was that I was on the pill, so he could cum inside me all he wanted. I urged him to go on, fuck me faster.

My phone nearly slipped off my hand when he did. He kept his balance, then rolled off me, gasping.

"How did it go?" He asked.

I showed him part of what I had recorded. The video seemed competent enough, except for minor shakes; good thing was that it captured the sound of our moans.

"We ought to get us a camcorder," I told him.

"Yeah, we ought to."

He drew me into his arms and I snuggled against him while we kissed. My phone lay forgotten between our sweaty bodies while outside the downpour continued to rage.