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

The guy, the neighbor and the virgin part 1

... years ago. Nicole lives with her parents across town and, so they tell me, regularly stays over. My mind makes, a probably incorrect, assumption about a thirty something, still living at home with her parents, “virgin, Jesus freak.” The conversation is light, focusing mostly on our backgrounds and history, parents, jobs, vacations, that sort of stuff. Under the table though a different tale is told. Brenda, who is sitting across from me, has placed the top of her foot against my calf muscle and is ever so slightly moving it up and down. Every once in a while our eyes meet and she gives me the slightest of smiles. “She’s flirting with me,” I conclude to my excitement. When Nicole is deep into a story about some youth group she coaches, Brenda’s foot travels all the way up to my knee. While biting her lip she throws me a bigger smile then all the other ones before. I’m staring at her now, which becomes a problem when Nicole asks, “what do you think, Nathan?” Fuck, I missed her entire story, so the best I can manage is, “huh?” “What do you think about the absence of faith in our culture?” Thinking I was right about the Jesus freak thing, I answer, “I’m not very religious. So….” “Another one. You two will get along famously,” Nicole gestures to Brenda an me. “God, I hope so,” I think. “I’m sure we will,” Brenda says. This breaks up dinner and Nicole informs us she’s going home. The two women hug and say their goodbyes. When it’s just the two of us, I offer to help out with the ...

... dishes. She will not hear of it, saying I’ve helped enough today. We spend a little time chatting on the couch. I ask about Nicole and get told that she’s been raised in a very strict household, was never allowed to date and still lives at home because her father will not allow her to live on her own. “That’s a little fucked up” “No sweetie, that’s a lot fucked up. So tell me about you, any girls in your life?” “Not at the moment. Broke up with the last one a few months ago. You?” “No no, where still on you. What happened? Couldn’t get it up anymore?” Her frank an humorous style of communicating is quite enjoyable and very relaxing. “The equipment is working fine, thank you. It’s just I wasn’t willing to use it, the way she wanted it.” “Anal?” “No, I would have been fine with that. She wanted kids. I don’t. So, you?” “Alas I too am alone. I lived together with my last guy. When we broke up, I moved here. Ironically he broke it off for the same reason.” “Breeders, it’s not like the world isn’t already full enough. No, we need to create some more.” “Right, and we’re the outsiders because we’re not interested in adding to the population.” This amuses us to the point of laughter. I’m thinking to myself that it’s going great and I might have a good chance of. Before I can finish that thought I’m interrupted, “I’ve got an early shift tomorrow, so I’m kicking you out.” Disappointed, I get up from the couch. I however do realize that because I live across the hall, this interruption is ...