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It was ten years ago but seems like yesterday. After finishing the 3 hour drive – thanks to mind-numbing traffic- back from my sister’s funeral in Glen Ridge NJ and finding a parking spot 3 blocks away from my 4th floor walk-up, I was ready to crash. Ignoring the conversation on the second floor, I trudged up I to my top floor one-bedroom on pure instinct. I had just peeled my suit tie and shirt off my body and dumped them all unceremoniously in a heap.
Just then, as I started to lay down on the bed, the godforsaken doorbell chimed loudly and cheerily. I found that queer because it hadn’t worked in months. Since I was naked and exhausted, there was no way I was going to open the door. Or so I thought. But I had never met Dr. Amelia Lippincott before. It tired out that I had a lot to learn. Amelia did not go away easily. And she never gave up!
She shouted with the resonance of a truck driver,
“Open the F**king door! I know you’re in there! I just saw your sorry ass sneak up the stairs!”
Fat chance. I grabbed the remote from my nightstand and pumped up the volume, then rolled onto my belly and closed my eyes. The next thing I knew is I’m being shaken awake by some fat bitch who looks like Kathy Bates in Misery. That was my introduction to Dr. Lip as I came to call her.
I demanded to know how she got in and she flashed the spare set of keys that the landlord had in case of emergency. She informed me brusquely that she owned the building now and that the only tenants who she was going to allow to live there were lesbians. She said that she had already bought out the lease from the old lady on the third floor and just came to an understanding with the couple on the second floor. She said that they would move out by the end of the following month and she would pay them 20 grand to break the lease and speed them on their way. She said not to get ideas since my old walk-up was half the size and the extra stairs made it less than half as desirable. I replied that Mr. Wepner had my keys to enter in an emergency. This was not an emergency, just an intrusion. I told her to leave or I would call the police and have her arrested for illegal entry. I was in bed in my jockey shorts for Christ’s sake. She the pointed to my crotch and made a crack how was I was a typical man getting all worked up about something so insignificant, then slammed the door behind her.
The following Friday at 2:57 PM, I was just finishing my shift at Graduate Hospital where I work as an OR nurse when I got called to the station and was served with an Eviction Notice. The claim being made was that I was an unruly tenant who played loud music, smoked in the hallways, and was verbally abusive to the female tenants. All of this, of course, was pure fabrication but Dr. Lip did not know who she was dealing with. I was very mild-mannered Pendik Sınırsız Escort but was done in my life being abused. So, on my walk back to the apartment, I decided on a plan and it involved lawyers. When I got home, Dr. Lip was in a brand new rocking chair seated on the building front porch. For the first time, she actually smiled to me and said,
“Let’s talk.”
I told her I was listening, then flipped my phone’s video recorder on so it would pick up her voice. She said I needed to face facts and not insist on living where I wasn’t wanted. No judge, she continued, would believe one man claiming he wasn’t abusive against six women swearing that he was. She added as a coup de grace that she had enough pull with City Hall to arrange for a woman judge she knew to hear the case.
I pulled my phone out of my shirt pocket, turned off the recorder, and said, “See you in court.” I couldn’t make out the expletives she was screaming as I headed up the stairs.
Two hours, my mobile phone rang and Dr. Lip identified herself. I had no idea how she got my mobile number because I’m a very private person and only a few people outside of the hospital had it. She said, “OK, you win. I’ll give you $30,000 to release me from your lease. You can get a much nicer place and plenty of money to spare.” I told her that I appreciated her attempting to look out for my betterment but that it wasn’t really her concern. I had no intention of moving. I had been there more than 8 years and had 21 months remaining on my lease. Everything was set up the way I liked it and I walked to and from work. I don’t bother anybody and until you took the place over, nobody had a problem with me. There was a pregnant pause followed by, “OK, what IS your price?” I said $250,000. CLICK.
Saturday evening, there she was back on the porch when I finished my shift. She smiled again and asked me to sit. I had a pretty easy day so I agreed. She offered to get me a lemonade but I wasn’t about to risk being poisoned so I demurred politely. She said,
“I am really sorry for being so high-handed. I’m fiercely protective of my girls. Most men either hit on them or made disgusting jokes. I’m convinced by now that you’re open minded and respectful. But I thought you’d have guy friends over who wouldn’t be. Either that or hetero skanks who would think they were better than us. “
I smiled back and said, “But I want the girls to be comfortable being themselves. I’ve always got along well with lesbians and gays. In fact my two best friends from college are both lesbian. Concerning visitors, I almost never have anybody over. The last person to visit me here was Leah, my sister, and she’s gone now. Before that it was Lindsey, one of my two lesbian friends I was just talking about. Anyway, I mind my own business, pay my rent early, Pendik Suriyeli Escort keep my place immaculate, and take care of my own electrical and plumbing issues.”
She laughed, “That’s just what the private detective I hired to investigate you said. Okay, you win. I’ll let the other girls know. Most of them already said I should get off your case.” I laughed and went upstairs.
For the next six months, things were back to normal and my life was blessedly drama-free. Then, I overheard a third-floor tenant talking to her roommate in the hall as she was fishing for her keys. She mentioned a movie “The Killing of Sister George” from 1970 that she had heard about and was dying to see but couldn’t find anywhere. It was one of my favorites. I had a pristine copy of it: So, I invited the gals, Bea and Leticia, to watch it over at my place the next evening and even offered to make nachos. They took me up on my offer. I figured it couldn’t hurt to make friends. Well, things got friendly all right. After I had two beers, Bea had four and Leticia started and finished a small bottle of Cabernet, we were all feeling little pain. My downstairs neighbors were making out a bit during the movie but really went at it as the credits started rolling. I was pleased they were enjoying themselves but was worried about getting Amelia upset if they thought I was staring or judgmental in anyway. So, I watched all the credits to their conclusion and even watched a 20 minute feature they had on Beryl Reid on the disc. When I looked back, they were kissing each other under their tops and working their hands down each other’s pants.
I turned off the TV, ejected the disk and returned it to its case, figuring that would draw their attention. Nope but now their tops were back to covering their boobs but their lips were tightly locked and exploring each other’s throat. So, I turned to them and said, “I’m really glad you enjoyed the flick.”
Finally looked at me, giggling in unison as they unlocked their mouths and flicked their tongues upward. Leticia motioned me over saying, “Sorry, didn’t mean to leave you out. Join us here on your wonderful sofa. It’s SO comfortable.” Bea guffawed, “Well, when we came in, you DID say to make yourselves at home. Anyway, “Teesh” is right, there’s plenty of room, Scott. Join us.
Still mindful of Amelia’s warning, I protested that I needed to get to sleep because I had an early shift. Actually, I had an early afternoon shift.
Leticia pouted, “I guess he doesn’t find us pretty enough.”
Bea said, “I think he needs something stronger than beer” and poured her and me shots from a Bourbon bottle she spied in my bar area.
When I hesitated, Bea growled, “C’mon man! Don’t let me drink alone.” We downed the shots.
She asked in comradery, “One more?”
I Pendik İranlı Escort said “Sure”, my resistance gone.
Leticia grabbed the bottle, “Since you’re out of Cabernet, I’ll have a Bourbon shot too”, but she just took a small sip of hers.
Then she said, “Hey, you’ve seen under our shirts, but we haven’t seen under yours.”
With that she got up and in one motion pushed me to where she had been sitting on the couch and started unbuttoning my shirt. Hey, Bea, “Lookie here. Scottie’s got no hair on his chest.”
Bea laughed, “Not much muscle either but his man-boobs sure look sweet.” She pinched one nipple and Teesh the other. It tickled at first so I giggled but then started really arousing me.
Now they started licking my tiny aureoles and Bea said, “These are hairless too. Hey Scott, I thought you were just being sweet but you really are just like one of the girls, aren’t you?”
I nodded, chuckling, “As long as you’re making my “titties” feel so good, call me anything you like. When in Rome…” I cut off, laughing.
Bea: “Scottie’s shy! Help me get his pants off!” Teesh unzipped me while Bea lifted my flanks and finished the job of removing my pants, then slid my jockey shorts off, proclaiming in mock discovery, “Look what I found. I guess he’s not just like a girl everywhere.”
I chuckled and joined in, “Hey! What do two self-respecting members of the lesbian community want with THAT?”
Bea said “No worries, mate. Just sit next to me.” I followed Bea’s orders, and Teesha wasted no time positioning herself atop my hard rod with her back to my face. She took me in, iding me like a bronco. Bea positioned herself so she could lick Teesha’s nub which made her buck even more wildly.
Her tongue caught part of my shaft too, really driving me over the top. It felt incredibly good. I shouted, “I don’t think I can last…”
Teesha unleashed a primal scream as she came first, then I shot everything I had and was so spent, I fell off the couch.
Seeing as I was already on the floor where Bea was kneeling, I sort of flopped over to her and burrowed my way into her crotch, first teasing her outer lips with my tongue and working down to her mons. Then I worked a finger into her vagina and went to work on her clit. Teesha got up and poured herself a drink.
When she returned, she started cheering me on. “That’s the way, bitch. You got yours, now make love to her with your tongue.”
I tried to say, “You bet!” but it was all muffled and she guffawed hysterically.
Bea, really getting into it, shouted to Leticia, “Hey! This bitch seriously knows what she’s doing.” Bea came emphatically, then collapsed. Leticia came over kissing us both and soon we are all exploring each other’s throat and faces in every sensual way possible. Eventually, at 3 PM, my new friends hugged and kissed me one final time.
I slept well, and was daydreaming about it all afternoon. At one point, the surgeon yelled at me for handing him the wrong clamp and asking where my head was at. I knew, where both my heads wanted to be but I wasn’t saying anything.
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