Topic: My neighbor was a bit too friendly.
+Anonymous A — 12.1 years ago #36,659
First, a little about me. I'm a petite 20 year old female who grew up in a small town. So small that there were only 100 people in my graduating class. I'm a softie, and I really like to help people who are in need. On top of that, I'm very polite.
I moved to a bigger town a little over a year ago with my boyfriend. We moved to a small trailer park right outside of downtown that consisted of 9 trailers. The owner of the park was a 70 year old lady who talked a lot and was very sweet- she mentioned that she was very fond of the father and son who shared a trailer in the park.
Fast forward 4 months later.
I get caught up talking to the son outside. His name is Bert. Bert. Bert is a 56 year old bald man around 6ft tall, who has a huge pot-belly and talks about himself a lot. I felt bad for him because it seemed like he was lonely, so I stood there as he talked about himself and smiled and nodded politely.
Then Bert mentions that he drives taxi (not for a business, but on the side) and needs some advertising. This struck my interest because I really like graphic design and I agreed to make him some business cards, shirts, hats, etc. online. We exchanged numbers and I (finally) went inside.
A few days later I texted Bert to let him know I was finished with the designs. He said he would come to my place, because he didn't have internet, to look at what I had finished. I really didn't see Bert as a threat because of his age and I felt I could out-run him if needed do to his weight.
Bert came over on a Saturday while my boyfriend was at work. I was unshowered and still in my pj's which was a tank top and sweat pants. He plopped down on the couch and I sat beside him with my laptop. I showed him what I came up with and he started going off topic. Which wasn't a surprise since he seemed like a lonely man. As he talked, I leaned back into the couch which caused my tank top to slide up and reveal a bit of my lower tummy. I didn't notice this until Bert poked my stomach. I giggled shyly and pulled my tank top back down. "oh...come on...you have a cute belly!!" he said as he pulled my shirt back up. I pulled it down and sat up quickly. I tried to get back onto topic. I was sitting cross-legged with my laptop in my lap. I leaned forward as I talked and pointed to my laptop.
Suddenly, Bert's hand is reaching for my chest. "you have something on your chest.." he said as he tried to wipe away my large freckle. The alarms in my mind started going off. Even if I did have something on my chest, it was not appropriate for him to touch me. I immediately stood up "It's a freckle." I walked to my kitchen. "I'm hungry. I'm gonna eat and you can let me know if you want to buy those later." I started fiddling with stuff in the kitchen as I waited for Bert to let himself out.
Instead, Bert gets off the couch and approaches me. He said "give me a hug...girl!!" and then forcefully wrapped his arms around me with one hand on my butt. At that point, my instincts kicked in.
I pushed Bert away and said "You need to leave NOW. You're scaring me." Bert walked towards the door apologizing and trying to claim that he 'didn't see me like that.' Luckily, he left without an issue.
At first, I was scared to tell my boyfriend about what happened because I thought he would be mad at me for letting him in our home, but I ended up breaking down to him that night. He wasn't mad, but told me he didn't think it was a good idea for me to talk to Bert again.
For days after that I received a lot of texts from Bert. He asked me if my boyfriend was jealous and kept trying to set times for us to meet up again. I ignored them.
About a week after the incident I had my door open as I was cleaning up. Out of no where I hear a loud CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH. I paused, confused, but quickly realized that it was someone walking across the leaves. Bert. I ran to the door and slammed it shut and locked it. I sat on my couch and turned on my tv loudly. I could still him pounding on the door saying "anonymous a...are you okay?? I just want to talk...anonymous a!!" I started to cry, scared that he may try to get in, but then it stopped.
A few minutes later I received a bunch of angry texts from Bert saying that he just wanted to be my friend and that he was done with me.
After that, I didn't talk to Bert again. I changed my number to make sure of it. We did eventually get to the point where we could throw a friendly wave. Thankfully, my boyfriend and I moved, so I no longer have to deal with the awkwardness.
I learned not to let ANYONE into my home that I do not fully trust, even if they seem like a lonely old man who just needs a friend.
+Anonymous B — 12.1 years ago, 5 minutes later[T] [B] #414,291
Not 56 and not bald. Don't quit your day job.
+Anonymous C — 12.1 years ago, 12 minutes later, 18 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #414,293
Very good. Keep them coming.
+Anonymous D — 12.1 years ago, 42 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[T] [B] #414,297
@414,291 (B)
Close enough.
+the sexist man alive — 12.1 years ago, 40 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[T] [B] #414,302
@OP
You sound pretty hot there, little lady
+Anonymous F — 12.1 years ago, 1 minute later, 1 hour after the original post[T] [B] #414,303
@previous (the sexist man alive )
she chick with dick.
+Anonymous G — 12.1 years ago, 15 hours later, 17 hours after the original post[T] [B] #414,346
This is the best erotic fiction I have read in months, please write more.
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