Freedom in lock-down

I've shared a flat with Leslie for a while now. We have known each other since we started school. She has always been a large and strong girl, and I've always been petite. Being the small boy in class, not good at sports, I was always the one they picked on, and Leslie was the one to defend me. Skipping forward, puberty hit me late and weak, Leslie on the other hand was turned into this female goddess with long legs and perfect long hair. We still stuck together as friends, or more as brother and sister, and stayed together through high school.

At college, we still stuck together, by coincidence we ended up studying IT at the same university. In our second year, Leslie inherited money and invested in an apartment. She invited me to share the apartment, pay rent etc., and I left the crappy room I had rented since we started the studies. My study interest drifted to user interfaces and design, while Leslie stuck to full-stack development, still, we had courses together. Throughout the years at university, we worked closely together, pushing each other to perform at the highest level, many late nights in the apartment.

We were living as close as one could, but no romantic entanglement. Leslie told me about her conquests, Leslie sought comfort with me when her heart was broken. We got drunk together and helped each other to cure the hangovers. Sometimes ended in the same bed, sleeping, but no sex. The relationship developed, and more often than not we ended up in the same bed just sleeping. Sometimes we lay there chatting, and slowly Leslie would tell me more and more intimate details about her conquests. Then everything changed.