Misadventures of a Sexualy Frustrated Wall Flower

[gb87]

*This is a work in progress. I don't know how smut filled it will be but it's a story that has been banging around in my head for awhile. I am also playing around with formatting and going less dialogue and more in the characters head. You know a wallflower*

Chapter One

"I'm going to cum. Fill me up!"

The sultry female voice moaned out.The sounds of sex filled the one studio apartment in downtown Hollywood. His hand gripped his cock. Rubbing furiously he could feel his orgasm rising. Suddenly banging on the wall. He is about to crest. He can feel the orgasm about erupt out of him and a voice from the other side of the wall.

"Stop watching porn and get a girl." 

"Fuck."

He moans his cum spilling out and plastering his keyboard. Instead of hearing the sexy voice begging for his seed he heard his old hag of a neighbor. Sighing he turns it off and starts cleaning his keyboard. Looking up at the clock.

"Fuck work."

Quickly wiping of his cock he pulls up his boxers. Smearing the last bits of cum on the inside. Grabbing his work clothes and a pop-tart he quickly opens his front door. As he heads out the door his neighbor pokes her head into the hallway.

"Masturbating will make you blind young man. God is watching."

She shouts at him as he avoids her eyes. He wants to yell at her and tell her to go fuck herself or shout Satan rules but that is just not him. Instead he avoids this conflict just like all the others. Besides he still has to hand her a rent check at the start of the month.

As he drives to work he can't help but smile. Mayra is working a shift today and after work everyone was going to another coworkers party. He normally avoids parties but he wants to change a little. Mainly he wants her. He wants to grab her ass in those jeans she wears to work and give them a squeeze. Taste those lips on his as he pulls her into a passionate kiss.

"Hey asshole get moving."

The driver behind him shouts. His light had turned green. Shaking his head from the fantasy. Today is going to be the day. The day of action not fantasy. The day of success.

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"Going to the party later?"

"Yeah I am Mayra. Do you want to maybe get some food before the party?"

"Oh umm I am going to dinner with Erick before. We have kind of started dating."

It was the end of their shift. Heading out to the parking lot he had worked up the courage to ask her out. Though before he can her words hit him like a ton of bricks. Too late, too slow, too passive. He has heard a variation of those words his entire life. Doing his best to brush it off he smiles.

"I am so glad for you guys he seems really cool."

Great now he has to go to the party. At least he won't be alone there. Picking his best friend up at his place they drive through the streets of LA. 'Barkers', not his real name but a nickname based on the spelling of his last name, had been his best friend since college. In fact they would be sharing an apartment but for Barkers pot dealing roommate. He didn't want 'the nerd' as a roommate. His nickname was not a cleaver play on his last name. Everyone loved Barker's and he fit in wherever he went. You know that moment in cheers where Norm enters the room and everyone yells 'Norm'. Well that was Barker. Every where he went people would yell 'Barkers' or 'Barkey'. Part of him would be jealous of his friend, and part of him probably was, but he knew that none of those people actually knew his friend as well as he did. Having his friend there would give him some comfort at the party. 

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His friend was a big hit at the party. It's not like his colleagues didn't like him. They did. He just didn't know how to connect with them socially. A problem Barkers didn't have. Maybe it was the lack of alcohol as liquid courage, he didn't like how it made him feel or the taste, 

Edited 5 hours ago by gb87