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Suzy writes:*We are one now. One address, one front door, one love, two keys.It didn't take long to bring Amanda's possessions across the courtyard and into my flat. Now we each have our own rooms, which for me is essential. I get very fidgety in bed sometimes, and it's nice to have privacy. We'll both working from home for the foreseeable, working in our rooms, on our own lives.*Amanda is planning to go abroad to study once the lockdown is eventually lifted. Neither of us wants to think about that. I keep forgetting that she is still a teenager, albeit in her final year. And in a few months, I will be in my thirtieth year. Neither of us wants to think about that either.Amanda is just incredible. I love how she has turned the 'sin of lust' into a delicious virtue. She is open and honest and very explicit in her desires. Her eagerness to be held and be restrained during sex was a surprise. I love how she looks at me when that is what she wants, more than anything else in the whole world.Sometimes, when we have slept apart, I wake up to the sound of a stifled cry that tells me my lover has just made herself cum. Then, hopefully, she will slip into my room and get in beside me and let me lick her while she is still hot almanbahis şikayet and wet and fresh.Our flat is quite warm, even at this time of year and so we don't wear very much when we are on our own. Amanda calls it her uniform, a tank top, no knickers and thick woolly socks. My version is a vast baggy jumper (my Dad's) and a similarly bare ass! We keep our dressing gowns close by, in case someone knocks at the door. (The Amazon guy mainly.)We have become so used to this bottomless lifestyle that we find ourselves touching each other so carelessly, so naturally and so easily. Sometimes, when I am working at my desk, and Amanda brings me coffee, I caress her bare bottom and touch her sex without a second thought.Most of all, I love sitting and watching as my Manda lies reading, a pile of books on the floor beside her. Her chestnut hair spread over the cushions, her knees spread wide and one hand resting between her legs, fingers moving imperceptibly. She is utterly gorgeous, and I love her so much.This is how it is for us now, in our mutual isolation?Amanda with her coursework, me with my strangely detached job. 'Zoom' meetings, me in a sensible white blouse and jacket but nothing else! So crazy. And when almanbahis canlı casino work is done, we simply fall upon each other and make love wherever we happen to be at the time.The kitchen seems to be our favoured trysting place. Amanda, perched on the worktop, her legs around my neck, or spread wide, like a star on the big oak table.*Amanda's old flat was empty for a while. Until last Sunday, when a man took down the curtains and fitted Venetian blinds to the windows. The days of Amanda's magic theatre seemed over. But the girl had such a powerful longing to exhibit herself. Often I would look up to see her standing naked in the doorway?a perfect nude portrait.I was sure that she would find a way to let herself be seen, in her nakedness, in her beauty.**Amanda writes:I am happy.My life seems so balanced, so perfect that I find it hard to contemplate any other existence. Suzy and I are so well matched. We both enjoy our private times, and both enjoy each other. Very much.Each having our own rooms instead of separate flats suits us both, giving us the chance to watch each other, visit each other, surprise each other, and make love with each other?a lot. I didn't know it was possible to have so much almanbahis casino sex. It's like we were made for it.Yes, I am happy. And yet. There is a shadow lurking over our happiness. My course allows me to spend a year abroad. I signed up before I knew I wanted to make love with Suzy every spare moment. Just to feel her fingers on my bottom in those most casual of moments. To know I can dip my tongue in the smooth, soft, moist folds dispensing the nectar of goddesses.So yes, I am happy, but also making plans to move away for a while. Suzy knows, she understands, and she supports me. How I love her. I tell her that I want us to email all the time, that I'll let her know everything, that I'll need her loving guidance. Should we buy each other a toy, so that we can love ourselves with the other's stand-in? I must remember to ask her.I wander through my bedroom, touching little things, not sure what I'll take with me. My binoculars. I smile, remembering how it started, the fun, the fear, the anticipation, the fulfilment. I shall take them with me, and tell Suzy what I discover.But right now, I need her again. Even though it's only been moments. I check my uniform in the mirror and go in search of Suzy, finding her in the kitchen. I glance at the table, but it's too full of things right now. Instead, I sidle up and let my fingers brush the soft warmth of her smooth bottom."I love you, Suzy," but even I can hear the sadness of impending separation colouring my voice.