My new life: Moving In - Sex Stories

My new life: Moving In

... in Pharmacy. He was as much my opposite as you could imagine. Where I enjoyed programming and gaming, he liked sports and hunting. I liked board games where you had to think things through, he like games of speed. Where he was the heart-throb of every woman he met, I was, well, me. Looking at it in retrospect, there’s no way we should've been friends, but David was the kind of guy that was loyal to his friends. We’d grown up a couple blocks from each other, and hung out for years before my health issues surfaced. He was one of the few guys that I could name as a close friend. He was going to be arriving later that day to help me unpack the moving van to make my new apartment livable. Luckily for us, I had friends who lived in town and they were going to help as well. Two girls I’d met in college, and one I’d been friends with since high school, were already at my place, with David to be arriving before noon. Abbie I’d known since high school. She was the same age as me. At 5'2", she’d always been petite, bordering on tiny. She had curly blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. We’d been good friends since we entered high school. She was the girl that nerds drooled over. Not only was she pretty, but she liked video games, role-playing games, and math. She hated the drama of high school and didn't care what people thought about her. Abbie may have been an outsider in high school, but in college she had proved her intelligence. She was one of the rare woman in the vastly male ...

... world of computer science. She’d graduated in three and a half years with honors and was working her way up the ladder at a cyber-security company. No longer was she a social outcast. She’d had dozens of men ask her out, but so far, she’d turned them all down. “Just focusing on my career,” She’d assured me. Sophie was Abbie’s foil, though not in a bad way, at least for the most part. Sophie was outgoing like you wouldn't believe. Where Abbie was small and petite, Sophie was tall and busty. Abbie was a shoulder length blonde; Sophie was a short haired brunette. We’d met in the library in college my second year. She had been talking loudly to a study partner and was disturbing my work group. I’d been ‘volunteered’ to go and ask her to shut up. When I’d gotten to her table and politely asked her to quiet down. She was brash and unashamed of her loudness. “Why do I have to quiet down?” She’d asked. “Why doesn't your group just move further away?” When I calmly insisted that she quiet down since she was in the library, her attitude changed. She’d actually apologized and as a sign of ‘penance’ she gave me her number. It turns out that Sophie was a serial dater. She’d had more boyfriends than I had years in my life. I wouldn't call Sophie a slut, but that would probably be an accurate depiction. I never used the number that she gave me, but she had inserted herself into my circle of friends at the university. She recently got engaged to a guy named Ryan. I’d met him and he seemed nice ...