Life with Brian - Sex Stories

Life with Brian

... his previous girlfriend, Ashleigh, who had dropped out a few months earlier and decided to leave for Nepal on some weird spiritual enlightenment thing. Brian told me she was coming back but he didn’t know when. He looked kind of dejected when he talked about that so I didn’t press him on it. I did think at the time that Ashleigh’s sense of interior decorating needed adjustment, but the awfulness of the striped couch was matched by Brian’s evident total inability to clean so I gave her the benefit of the doubt. We agreed I’d have to sl**p on the couch for the time being. Brian proposed that as soon as I got a job we could move to a bigger apartment and share the expense, which sounded fine with me. In the meantime he would cover all the bills and rent from the money his parents gave him. Within a few days it was just like old times. Despite our occasional ups and downs I was always more relaxed in Brian’s presence than with anyone else, and he seemed glad to have someone to distract him from Ashleigh’s absence. Pretty soon he began to devote more time to his studies, so I tried not to disturb him and devoted my time to searching for work. In a few weeks I had begun to realise that in Los Angeles a high-school diploma didn’t qualify me for much more than a car wash attendant. I found that out when I got a job washing cars. It didn’t last, though. One of the guys I was working with, Bob, had an argument with a customer a few weeks after I started, and it developed into a fight. ...

... I was kind of shocked, and I just stood there while they hit one another. When the customer filed a complaint with the police he claimed that there were two guys fighting with him - I don’t know why unless he was embarrassed at Bob humiliating him - and my boss decided to fire both of us to shut the customer and the police up. Brian thought the whole incident was hilarious, since he knew I’d never been in a fight with anyone my whole life except the time Nicky Davis hit me in third grade, which didn’t count because I was winded so it wasn’t a fight, it was a single punch. Needless to say I was less than amused. I had no more savings at all. I couldn’t even afford to get my hair cut. As it got longer I took to tying it back most days, and I always put it in a ponytail when I went for a job. Brian tried his best to cheer me up, and made sure the refrigerator was well-stocked and we never wanted for anything at home, but I was dispirited with my lack of success with jobs and the difficulty of getting one without references. I started to sl**p late, and mope around the house all day because I had no money to go out. One day I became aware that I really didn’t like myself that much anymore. After about two months of this I was at a low ebb, and one night over pizza which he had paid for I was unburdening myself on Brian yet again when suddenly he told me to cut it out, he’d had enough of my whining. I was shocked, and upset, but I knew he was right - I had been complaining a lot ...