The guy, the neighbor and the virgin part 1 - Sex Stories

The guy, the neighbor and the virgin part 1

... the toolbox. Would you like me to?” “If you don’t mind, can I try myself? You know, girl power and all that.” “Absolutely, have at it. I’ll let you get to it. I’m at home tomorrow, knock when you’re done.” “Thank you so much.“ “No problem.” We wish each other a good night and I beat a retreat. The next morning, coming home from a run, I see that the door to my new neighbors apartment is open. When I approach I hear some cursing. Nothing major but a definite indicator that something’s wrong. I knock on the door and ask, “are you oke?” “Yes, come in.” Upon entering I’m greeted not only by my new neighbor, but by what I’m assuming is a friend. A woman almost the opposite of Brenda. Messy brown hair, thick rimmed glasses and build more, let say sturdy. Not ugly, but if you would have to use a word I guess, frumpy would be it. The denim coveralls she’s wearing aren’t helping matters. “This is my friend, Nicole.” We shake hands and I ask, “so what seems to be the problem?” I look at the wall and see several holes but not any of them deep enough to fit a plug. “Your drill doesn’t seem to work on this wall,” Nicole says. “May I?” I extend my hand to Nicole who is holding the drill. Upon inspecting it, I see they’ve mounted a bit for drilling wood and the hammer setting is not engaged. I flip the switch to correct the second problem and handing the drill back to Nicole I tell her to mount the right drill bit. When Nicole applies the drill to the wall this time it goes in like through ...

... butter. A cheer erupts from the two ladies and they high five. Nicole then takes a screw from a case and applies it to the wall. I stop her with, “uhm,.. what are you doing now?” “Putting the screw in the wall,” she snarks back. “Shouldn’t you put in a plug first?” “Why would I plug the hole up?” I explain the plug, screw function, all the while Nicole is staring at me with a look, that might say I’m offending her, “I am woman, hear me roar,” outlook on the world. In the end I volunteer my services again and this time Brenda, looking at all the failed attempts in her wall, accepts. To add insult to injury I ask if they can get the vacuum cleaner. I replace the drill bit for a larger one to make room for the plug and ask Nicole to put the nozzle of the vacuum under the drill. Working as a team we have Brenda’s pictures up, in no time at all. While I’m packing up my toolbox I’m invited to dinner. I accept on the condition, that no power tools will be used in the preparation of the meal. This is met with laughter from Brenda and a snarky chuckle from her friend. I go home to clean up and on my return the table is set and Brenda brings out a pasta dish. “For my hard workers,” Brenda exclaims. “I’m so happing everything is hung!” We sit down to eat. During dinner I find out that the two women know each other from work. They work at a retirement home where Brenda is a nurse and Nicole works as an administrative assistant. This is also where they met and became friends, some seven ...