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

The guy, the neighbor and the virgin part 1

... the right music. I was ready to make my move. During the cooking process I realize I forgot the cilantro, so cursing I rush out to the shops. On my way back I see a group of teenage punks hassling a woman. I run over to stop it. Realizing upon getting closer they’re attacking Brenda, I’m ready to kill. I push the one, who looks like their leader, to the ground, hard. Then grabbing the closest one to me, by his throat, I roared, “didn’t any of you punks ever learn any manners?” Brenda is now at my back telling me it’s all right and to let it go. “This is not all right! This is not how to treat a lady, you motherfucking inbred pigs!” With that, I throw the one I had by the throat, towards one of his friends. They both topple over. “That’s no lady! That’s a guy. A fucking disgusting man! Are you a gay boy or something?” This is coming from a kid standing the furthest away from me. I stand there for a second, not knowing what to do or say next. Deciding not to give a shit what some punk says, I grab the group leader, who was struggling to get up, by his hair and twist his arm behind him, “you and your fuckwit little friends better start running!” Throwing him towards his friends, they do, and when they think they’re save, the yelling starts. Foul and disgusting language, making me wish I’d never let him go and just beaten the crap out of him. I turn to find Brenda. She’d already run towards our building. I follow. Just before I can catch up with her, she gets into her apartment. ...

... Through the door I say, “it’s alright, they didn’t follow you, it’s just me.” I hear nothing back. Deciding to let her come to, for a minute I go back to my own place and finish dinner. I send her a text, "dinner is ready in ten minutes." I get nothing back. “Are you oke? Forgot what those punk said. They’re just kids.” After a few minutes, my phone chimes in. “It’s true.” “What is?” “I’m a woman, but I didn’t start life that way.” I turn off the stove and let dinner be what it is. I sit down and let my mind race. Never once over the last months, did anything like this ever occur to me. I think back to every interaction we’ve ever had and all I’ve seen is a woman. I wanted her from the moment I saw her. I’ve masturbated to the thought of her face, hair, breasts, legs and ass. Everything about her was and I now realize still is, right. I grab my phone and look at the pictures we’ve taken together. Every shot is of the woman I’ve been dreaming of. Then it hits me. I don’t care! I still want her. I text, “open the door,” and go outside. When I get to her place the door is open and I walk through. Brenda’s standing in the living room, tears running down her face. Not wanting to meet my gaze, she looks away. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to…” I move closer but she shy’s away. “Please don’t be mad.” “I’m not.” I get close enough to put my hands on her arms and hold her still. She looks at me for the first time and says, “I thought you and Nicole might,….“ I stop her by pulling her ...