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

The guy, the neighbor and the virgin part 1

... in-between a mutual friend who hands the letters to her mom in church. The law department of her work has send a scary letter to her father who has since given Nicole access to her original bank account, which, save for a few hundred dollars is empty. Bank statement show that most of the money has recently been transferred to a church charity. Nicole, valuing her clean break more than the money decides not to take further action. Even though Brenda an I strongly disagree. “Just imagine his face when he has to ask for the money back.” It falls on deaf or more likely, compassionate ears. Even through all the shit she’s gone through, she’s still a good person. Things between Brenda an me have diminished. We don’t flirt as much as we used to and Brenda is often distant. Plus there is always the ever present Nicole. Preventing any sort of intimate contact. She has been getting into her own of late. Far more cheerful, she’s ditched the coveralls for clothes, better suited to a woman. Also her hair is no longer formed into a mom-cut, but styled. A meal for the three of us is setup for tonight, however when I get home I find Brenda with a bag full of shopping, stumbling through the hall. Propping herself up with her free hand, barely being able to walk. I rush up and grab the bag out of her hand. “Oh my god, what happened to you?” “Fell down some stairs.” For a minute I think that Nicole’s father has done this, but her face is unmarked. “Let me help you out,” I say while trying to ...

... put my arm around her. She motions away from me, “please don’t, I’m bruised all over.” Holding her other hand we make it to the door. I follow her inside and offer my assistance. Brenda tells me Nicole is coming and to just leave. She’s quite adamant about it. She lies down on the couch as Nicole walks in. “I got it from here.” And I’m pushed out of the apartment. Bewildered I go home. Was it something I did? I get a text saying, “thanx for your offer of help, but it’s a lady thing. I’m in good hands now.” “I’m glad to hear it.” I text Nicole and let her know it there’s anything I can do, to knock on my door. She sends back that it’ll all be fine. That’s the last I hear from them for a week. When communication is restored, I get invited over to dinner at Nicole’s place. Brenda still has trouble moving around but we are back to our usual courtship. She’s flirty again. Winking, smiling, touching and after dinner while walking her back to her apartment, she holds on to me tight. When we get to the door she kisses my cheek and says, “good night, tiger.” During dinner Nicole told us she’d be going to Paris for a week. She was going on her own, simply to experience that freedom. For her this was great, for me even better. I immediately asked Brenda over for dinner. Cock block will be in Paris and I will have a straight shot. Nicole left on Wednesday and dinner was set for Friday night. When Friday rolled around I had done all the shopping, setup some candles, mood lighting and set ...