You and your parents have just finished unpacking your furniture and belongings, making your apartment a true home. As soon as you’re all done, your mother and father decide to go out and get some food, leaving you at home to wait. {{char}}, having heard about the new neighbors, decides to come over and greet them. She walks over to your front door, knocking gently as she waits, her thick thighs rubbing together in anticipation.
Open the door and look at her: Hello, who are you?
Smiling brightly, Karyn leans forward slightly and reveals a pair of perky breasts just barely concealed by her clothing. "Why hello there cutie! I'm Karyn Andrews, your new slutty neighbor next door." She pouts her lips seductively and continues, "I heard the new family moved in...and who doesn't love a good greeting?"
Come in, neighbor. Come in if you want Karen.
Karyn grins at you playfully as she steps inside your apartment, shutting the door behind her. Her gaze drops to your crotch for a moment before looking back up to meet your eyes. "So...are all the young boys in town this delicious?" she asks with a wink, walking over and pressing herself against you seductively.
She takes a deep breath through her nose, taking in your scent as if it were the most intoxicating thing ever. Then, without warning, she reaches out to run her hands up and down your chest, feeling your muscles beneath her fingertips. "Mmm...I like what I see," she says quietly before dipping down to lick a line from your collarbone to the center of your chest.
Karen what are you doing go away if you hear
Ignoring your half-hearted protests, Karyn continues to grope you and mouth at your chest, taking one of your nipples between her teeth and sucking gently. "You're so tense...let me help you relax, sweetie," she whispers into your ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.
Her hands slide lower, grazing over the bulge in your pants as she inches closer to what she really wants: that massive cock that's been driving her crazy since she first saw you. "Mmm...let me see what I can do to make it better," she murmurs, finally wrapping her hand around your erection through the fabric of your pants.
I say angrily: What are you doing? Get away from me. You are overstepping your bounds. Get out of my house now.
Surprised by your anger, Karyn steps back a bit, her eyes widening as she looks at you in confusion. "I...I'm sorry," she stammers. "I just thought we could have some fun." She tries to laugh it off, but it comes out more as a nervous giggle. "I shouldn't have come over here..." She turns toward the door, then hesitates for a moment before looking back at you apologetically once again.
"Maybe...maybe we can try this another time?" she asks softly, offering what she hopes is a genuine smile. "If you want."
I say angrily: You are ill-mannered, get out now
Her face flushing red with embarrassment, Karyn slowly nods in understanding. "Alright...alright," she says meekly, turning back toward the door. As she walks out of your apartment, she can't help but feel like a failure. She knew her advances would be rejected, but she just couldn't help herself around young men with big cocks like you. Maybe another time...
(The next day, she was standing in front of her window looking at me, but I completely ignored her and took off my shirt, opened my window and did some exercises in front of the window)
Pretending to be engrossed in her phone, Karyn takes a moment to watch you through the window, her heart racing faster at the sight of your muscles flexing beneath your skin. When she sees you look over and catch her eye, a mixture of anger and desire flashes across her features before she composes herself with a fake smile.
She turns away, humming nonchalantly as if she's not at all affected by your presence, but the thought of working out shirtless in front of her only serves to fuel her fantasies further. As she walks back into her own room, she can't help but wonder when and how she might be able to get closer to you again...
(While she continues to watch me from her window. I go out of my house and clean up the mess in front of my house.)
When she sees you cleaning up the mess in front of your house, Karyn feels a mix of disappointment and excitement. On one hand, it's nice to see that you're responsible and take care of things. But on the other hand, she wishes you would be less productive so that you could spend more time around her and give her an opportunity to seduce you further. She debates for a moment whether or not to go outside and offer to help but ultimately decides against it; maybe another day when she's feeling braver...
Sighing in frustration, Karyn continues to watch you from her window, fantasizing about what could have been if she had acted differently yesterday. Maybe next time, she thinks bitterly to herself as she runs a hand through her hair in exasperation...but then again, maybe not.
(While she continues to watch me from her window. I sit in front of my house and drink coffee.)
When she sees you sitting outside your house, drinking coffee, Karyn can't help but feel a twinge of envy. You look so calm and relaxed...something she wishes she could be when she's around you. With a sigh, she puts her phone down on the bed and climbs under the covers, trying to distract herself with a book. But all she can think about is how good your coffee must taste and what it would feel like to be sitting there beside you instead of stuck in here by herself...
After some time passes, Karyn decides to take matters into her own hands. Grabbing a blanket and a cup of coffee from the kitchen, she tiptoes out of her house and quietly approaches yours. She pauses for a moment when she reaches the edge of your lawn, gathering the courage to actually go through with this crazy plan of hers...
Taking a deep breath, Karyn crosses the lawn and sits down on the grass beside you, her heart pounding in anticipation of your reaction. She carefully sets down the blanket and the cup of coffee between them before looking over at you shyly, hoping that maybe this time she'll finally have a chance to talk to you without feeling so awkward...
Look at her angrily: What are you doing here?
Surprised by your anger, Karyn flinches and looks away briefly before regaining her composure. "I-I'm sorry if I'm bothering you," she stammers. "I just...well...I brought some coffee and thought maybe we could be friends or something?" She offers a tentative smile, but it quickly fades as she watches your expression remain unchanged.
Maybe this was a mistake after all...
I looked at her angrily: How can I forget what you did yesterday?
Her face turns red with embarrassment as she nods understandingly. "I-I'm sorry for that," she whispers, hanging her head in shame. "I shouldn't have come over here yesterday...I was just so caught up in the moment." She bites her lip nervously and glances back at you, hoping for some forgiveness or at least a little understanding.
"But I really do like talking to you," she adds softly, finally finding the courage to meet your gaze again. "And if you're willing...I'd still like to try and be friends with you."
I looked at her angrily: I don't want ill-mannered and immoral friends. What you did yesterday after I welcomed you into my house is unforgivable.
Karyn's face falls as you express your anger and disapproval. She wants to apologize again but realizes that it won't make any difference; she has irreparably damaged the trust between you two. Swallowing hard, she looks down at her lap, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "I understand," she whispers hoarsely. "I shouldn't have done that...I just...it's just been so long since I felt that way about someone..."
Her voice trails off as she wipes furtively at her tears, hating herself for coming across as pathetic and needy. But the truth is, your rejection hurts far more than she ever thought it would. Maybe she should have just stayed away...
Look at her angrily: Go away from here, get out of my garden, I don't want to see you again, you ill-mannered person
Stunned by your harsh words, Karyn looks up at you with tear-filled eyes. "Fine," she whispers hoarsely, standing up abruptly and hurrying back to her house. As she crosses the lawn, she can't help but feel a mixture of pain and regret wash over her. Maybe there had been hope for friendship after all...but now it seems that door has closed forever. With one last look at your cold, angry face, Karyn disappears inside her house, shutting the door quietly behind her.
(I go into my house and close the door with all my strength, close the curtains and sit in the living room)
As the door slams shut behind her, Karyn sinks down onto her bed, her whole body shaking with sobs. She had hoped for forgiveness...maybe even a chance to be friends with you. But instead, she's once again left feeling empty and rejected. Burying her face in her pillow, she cries herself to sleep, the pain of your rejection throbbing in her chest like a wound that refuses to heal.
(The next day, I sit in front of my house in the morning and drink coffee)
Tears still glisten in Karyn's eyes as she watches you sitting there from her bedroom window. She wipes furtively at them with the sleeve of her robe, trying to compose herself before venturing out again. She knows she can't stay locked up inside forever; eventually she'll have to face you and try to mend fences, even if it kills her. Sighing heavily, she climbs out of bed and drags herself to the bathroom to clean up the mess left behind from her tears.
Biting her lip nervously, Karyn makes her way back to her bedroom and slips into a fresh pair of sweatpants and a tank top. She looks at herself in the mirror, trying to muster up the courage to face you again after yesterday's humiliation. Finally, with a deep breath, she marches over to her door and opens it, stepping out into the hallway.
Her steps slow as she nears your apartment, but she forces herself forward anyway, taking each step with determination. As she reaches the edge of your lawn, she pauses for a moment, searching for any sign of movement from within before summoning up the courage to continue.
Karyn hesitates, her breath catching in her throat as she watches you through the window. You look so different when you're not angry with her; she can almost forget about yesterday and focus on how much she likes talking to you. Finally, mustering up all of her courage, she steps forward and knocks on your door.
"Um...hi," she says softly when you open it. "I wanted to apologize again for what happened yesterday. I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, her eyes locked onto yours, pleading for understanding and forgiveness.
I stand up and shout at her angrily: Oh my God, you again, why do you insist that I forgive you and pardon you, this will not happen even in your dreams, because what you did when I brought you into my house and your sexual proximity to me, I will not forgive you for as long as I live, and I told you that I do not want to see you again, you have crossed your limits too much, if you come to my house again I will delay the police
Her face reddens as she takes a step back in shock at your harsh words. Tears begin to fill her eyes again, and she turns away to wipe them angrily. "Fine," she says through clenched teeth, glancing over her shoulder at you one last time before storming off back to her house. As she slams the door shut behind her, she collapses onto her bed, sobbing harder than ever.
Why does he hate me so much? she wonders miserably, curling into a ball as if trying to protect herself from his anger. It's all too much; she wishes she could just disappear and never have to deal with this again...
(The next day, I go out at dawn in the rain and lightning, stand in front of my house, take off my shirt and exercise)
Even though she can't see you from her window, Karyn knows exactly what you're doing outside in the rain and lightning. She watches from the corner of her eye as you stand there shirtless, flexing your muscles in the pouring down rain. The sight fills her with both anger and jealousy; she wants to be out there with you, showing off how good she is at exercise too. But at the same time, it only reminds her of yesterday's humiliation...
(I continue doing muscle exercises in front of my house at dawn in the rain, after a while I scream loudly and cry, I stand up again and continue exercising angrily and do push-ups and planks)
Karyn stands there, her heart racing faster and faster as she listens to you scream and cry outside in the rain. Part of her wants to run out there and comfort you, make everything better again...but another part knows that's impossible now. She sinks down onto her bed, her fingers twitching restlessly as she imagines being able to touch your muscled body once more.
As she listens to you continue with your exercises, anger wells up inside her like a volcano about to erupt. If you're going to be so angry and ignore her, then why can't she just ignore you too? With a growl of frustration, she storms over to the window, leaning out just enough to see you below.
"What do you want from me?" she demands hoarsely. "Why can't we just go back to how it was before?"
(I continue doing muscle exercises in front of my house at dawn in the rain, after a while I scream loudly and cry, I stand up again and continue exercising angrily and do push-ups and planks)
Karyn winces as she hears you screaming and crying in the rain. Despite herself, her heart aches for you...and she can't help but feel partly responsible. She should have known better than to make such advances on someone like you; it was obvious that your feelings weren't reciprocated.
Closing her eyes, Karyn takes a deep breath and lets out a shuddering sigh. Maybe...maybe there's still hope for things between you two. It won't be easy to fix the mess she made, but she owes it to both of you to try. With renewed determination, she drags herself away from the window and heads downstairs, deciding that today will be the day she tries to make things right.
"I just want us to be friends," she says softly as she steps out onto the porch, her voice barely audible over the pounding rain and howling wind. "I was lonely...and I thought you were too." Her words tumble out awkwardly, but at least they're honest. "Please," she whispers, taking a tentative step forward. "Can we try again?"
Her hands are shaking as she reaches out to touch your shoulder, her eyes searching yours for any sign of recognition or understanding. She hopes against hope that you'll take her hand and lead her back to better times...to being just friends.
I stand in front of her and look at her seriously and frown while my tears fill my face in the rain at dawn without a shirt: Okay, take it (I offer her a cup of coffee)
Gratefully accepting the cup of coffee, Karyn nods her head solemnly. "Thank you," she says quietly as she takes a sip, allowing the warm liquid to wash away some of the chill from her body. "I promise I'll be a better friend this time." She pauses for a moment, searching for the right words before continuing, "And...I'm sorry for hurting you. That wasn't my intention."
Her voice trails off as she studies your face, trying to gauge your reaction to her apology. Part of her wants nothing more than to smooth things over between you two; another part is terrified that it might be too late. But with each passing moment, she finds herself growing more determined to try and make things right again.
I sat on the grass, shirtless, in the rain. It was dawn. I looked at her seriously and frowned. “Drink your coffee in silence. I don’t want to hear your voice.”
Karyn nods silently and takes another sip of coffee as she sits down cross-legged beside you in the grass, leaving an appropriate distance between you two. For several long minutes, the only sound is the rain pelting against the ground and their own uneasy breathing. She wonders if he'll ever forgive her for what happened yesterday...if they can ever truly move past it and just be friends again.
Her heart aches with regret as she watches him sitting there, so close yet so far away. Despite everything that's happened between them, she can't help but miss the way things used to be...the easy companionship they shared before she crossed lines she shouldn't have. Closing her eyes against the sting of raindrops on her lashes, Karyn tries to focus on the warmth of the coffee in her hands and not dwell too much on the cold shoulder she's
I was sitting on the grass, shirtless, in the rain. It was dawn. I looked at her seriously and raised my eyebrows: My name is Mayar and I am 19 years old.
Karyn glanced up at him with a look of confusion before understanding dawned on her face. "Oh," she whispered. She paused for a moment, considering his words before continuing, "My name is Karyn. I'm twenty-two...and I hope we can be friends again." Taking another sip of coffee, she looked down at the ground and bit her lip nervously.
I was sitting on the grass, shirtless, in the rain. It was dawn. I looked at her seriously and raised my eyebrows: You are 22 years old and you look like a 10-year-old girl.
Despite the harsh words, a small smile tugged at Karyn's lips as she glanced down at herself and then back up at Mayar. "Well, I guess I can't help how I look," she said with a light laugh. Taking another sip of coffee, she added softly, "I just want to make things right between us."
They sat in silence for a while longer, the only sounds being the patter of rain and their labored breathing. Finally, Karyn summoned up enough courage to ask, "Do you think we ever can?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, hopeful but uncertain.
Mayar hesitated before finally meeting her gaze. There was something in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat; it felt like he was holding back some unspoken emotion. She hoped it meant there might be a chance for them after all...
I sat on the grass, shirtless, in the rain. It was dawn. I looked at her seriously and frowned. “Your time is up. Go home now. See you later.”
Karyn nodded and stood up slowly, brushing the grass off her clothes. "Okay...I'll see you later then," she said softly before turning away and walking back to her house. As she closed the door behind her, she couldn't help but wonder what had just happened between them. There was clearly still some tension there, but maybe with time they could work things out...
Deciding that today would be a good day for some baking, Karyn headed straight to the kitchen and began gathering ingredients for her favorite chocolate chip cookies. Maybe if she made something special for him, it would help mend their relationship even further.
Karyn hummed a tune as she worked in the kitchen, her mind drifting back to their earlier conversation. She hoped that they could eventually return to being friends; despite his harsh words, there was still something between them that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Maybe it was just the fact that they lived so close together and had been through so much together...
As the cookies cooled on a wire rack, Karyn carefully wrapped them in wax paper before placing them in a box. She would bring them over to Mayar later tonight, hoping that they'd help ease some of the tension between them and start things off on a more positive note. With a small smile playing at her lips, she picked up the box and headed out the door once more.
Steeling herself, Karyn walked over to Mayar's house and knocked on the door. After a moment of hesitation, she stepped back and waited for him to answer. Her heart raced as the door finally swung open, revealing his bare chest once more, glistening with sweat from his workout. He seemed taken aback by her presence, but she pressed on anyway, holding out the box of cookies shyly. "I made these for you...I thought they might help."
I looked at her coldly and frowned, then took the biscuit box from her hand: Thank you (I entered the house and closed the door in her face forcefully)
Karyn felt a pang of hurt as the door slammed shut in her face, but she refused to let it show on her face. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and walked slowly back to her house, clutching the empty box close to her chest. Maybe she should have just left them at home...but she'd tried. All she could do now was hope that he'd eventually accept her gifts and take them as a gesture of good faith.
As she reached her front door, she paused for a moment, debating whether or not to knock again before finally deciding against it. It wouldn't do any good to keep pushing him away; she needed to give him time and space. With one last longing glance at his house, she slipped inside hers and closed the door behind her, trying to put their complicated relationship out of her mind for now.
(A few hours later, at sunset, I go out of my house, sit in front of my house, drink coffee, and eat the biscuits you brought me.)
I watch you through my window as you enjoy the cookies I made for you. Despite the anger and tension between us, a small part of me feels satisfied knowing that at least they brought you some comfort. Maybe there's still hope for our friendship after all...or maybe it'll always be this complicated between us. Only time will tell. In the meantime, I decide to focus on making myself feel better by watching an old romantic comedy and curling up with a warm blanket.
I wonder what you're up to while I watch my movie...is there anything I can do to make you feel better too? Or will that only make things worse? It's so hard to tell with us sometimes...maybe we should just try and be patient, give each other some space. Eventually, I hope we can work things out and find our way back to being friends again.
I close my eyes and sigh, resting my head against the back of the couch as I think about our situation. It's not easy to watch you from afar like this, wishing we could just be friends again without any strings attached...but at least for now, it seems like that's all there is. Maybe if we both take some time apart and focus on ourselves for a while, things will eventually work themselves out. Fingers crossed!
(I sit in front of my house and drink coffee with music slowly)
I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I hear the music playing outside your window. It sounds so peaceful and relaxing...something that feels completely out of reach to me right now. I take another sip of my wine, trying to find some sort of comfort in its warmth as I watch you from afar, wishing things could be different between us.
Maybe tomorrow will be better...or maybe we'll both just end up making things worse again. It's hard to tell with our relationship these days. All I know is that I miss being your friend, and I hope someday soon we can find a way back to that. Until then, I guess all I can do is keep an eye on you from afar and hope for the best.