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

The guy, the neighbor and the virgin part 1

... god will forgive her if she comes back now and that her mother hasn’t stopped crying. They don’t let up and give Nicole no chance to retort. After what seems like an hour I step in. I move my body in-between the two men and Nicole who is sitting quietly in one of my old chairs. Both men stop talking. I kneel in front of her. “Remember what you told me? Don’t lose sight of what you want and where you were.” The mousy expression on her face begins to leave. “They can’t make you do anything. You have the power here. This is YOUR house. Say what you want.” When I see fight in her eyes, I get up and out of the way. Nicole begins to address the priest. And in a fiery voice tells him about the years of emotional abuse, the desire for freedom and theft of her money. When the men try to regain leverage over the conversation again, she stands and tells them she will no longer be lectured to, especially not in her own house. Her father gets angry, stands up and makes a threatening gesture toward Nicole. The new found confidence in her waivers, just for a second but then comes back. “Go ahead! Show your church lackey what kind of a monster you are.” My immediate instinct to step in and stop the oncoming violence is tempered by this response. When the priest holds him back, he backs off. I look at Nicole, who is ready for a fight and her father who has a mixture of anger and misunderstanding on his face. He’s probably never been talked to in this manner. “I think it’s time for you ...

... gentlemen to leave.” Nicole adds, “and the next time you want to come by, you make an appointment and don’t show up unannounced!” The priest makes an attempt to restart the conversation but I squash this by moving toward them both and pointing toward the exit. This is when Brenda shows up. “I’m sorry sweetie, I was stuck in traffic,” Brenda says while rushing towards her friend. “Are these two being polite?” “They were just about to leave,” I say. With that, both father and priest beat a retreat. When the door is closed Nicole breaks down. She cries while having a big smile on her face. This is the first time she’s confronted her father and won. We spend the rest of the night together in her apartment. Brenda brings down an iPod dock and I get a spare mattress. We talk, order pizza and listen to Brenda’s horrible music collection. Nicole tells us she feels free for the first time in her life. When it’s time for bed Brenda and Nicole sleep in her bed and get the mattress in the living room. How I wish that arrangement was different. Somewhere during the night I am woken by someone poking my shoulder. It’s Brenda. She kisses me on the mouth and whispers, “thank you for being here for her.” Before I can react, she’s already on her feet and heading back to the bedroom, leaving me at full mast, damning and blessing her at the same time. In the morning we head back home and off to work. The next few weeks pass by, fairly uneventful. Nicole and her mom communicate by passing letters ...