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**A few minutes past 10:00 in the evening, Karen walked through the small living room of her one bedroom apartment. As she walked to her kitchen she heard the voice that called her every night. Stopping in the doorway to the kitchen, she looked back at the single chair sitting in front of the small table holding her laptop computer.*?Leave me alone,? she shouted at the empty chair.*Two minutes later she was back in the doorway staring at the chair. ?I hate you,? she growled at the chair before turning back into the kitchen.*A few short minutes later, Karen walked slowly to the chair and stood beside it. After a deep sigh, she removed her large t-shirt before she plopped down in the chair wearing only a dainty pair of panties. She switched the computer on and sat back.*For what must be the one hundredth consecutive night, Karen was about to watch a twelve minute porn video. The short film featured two young people on a large bed. For eleven minutes of the film, they would have sex in every imaginable position until they came to a loud orgasmic moment. They fell exhausted, covered in their own bodily fluids.*After the first minute of the film, Karen started to caress her breasts. As her nipples got hard, she began to twist and roll them between her fingers. Somewhere around the fifth minute, her hand slipped inside her panties and she started to rub the edges of her moistening sex. In another minute a finger was pushed into her wetness ? then a second finger.*The only light in the apartment was the one coming from the computer screen. Sound from the computer was low because she was afraid a neighbor might hear it. Had someone been in her kitchen they wouldn?t have heard anything until somewhere past the eleventh minute of the video when Karen joined the couple in the film in their climax.*Each night it had been the same thing. She became aroused as she watched the film and worked herself into an eye-crossing, groan producing, squirting orgasm leaving her numb and her panties dripping wet. She never watched the video twice or masturbated more than once each night. But her orgasms seemed to be habit forming.*At 28 years-old, Karen had a good job. She was a self-classified nerd. Her job required little interaction with other people, which was fine with her. Had she been willing to exert a little effort, the people around her would probably have thought she was attractive. But for her, it was just easier to wear unstylish clothes and leave her hair un-kept. It was just one more self-defense mechanism which allowed her to avoid personal contact.*Had she done any self-introspection, she probably would have determined her isolationism was the result of rejection while in college. Karen had always been an introvert, preferring books to people. However, in her junior year she met a young man who excited her passions. They had been seated beside each other in an advanced chemistry class. After many weeks of ?small talk?, he had asked her out.*While having serious doubts about her ability to interact, she accepted his invitation to go to a movie. The film had been one she wanted to see and they had a good time together. They had gone to a coffee shop afterwards and agreed she would have dinner with him at his apartment the following week.*Before and after Escort Gölbaşı dinner they had been drinking wine. Karen had become relaxed enough to let herself go and enjoy his company. Until that night, her sexual activity had been within the area of self- pleasuring, which she enjoyed often. As the evening wore on and the wine consumed expanded, she began to understand that tonight would be the night to lose her virginity. It was with a great deal of excitement and anticipation she let him lead her into his bedroom, remove her clothing and join her in his bed.*He had admired her body and was anxious to give her real pleasure. She was pleased to see his excitement exhibited when his trousers hit the floor. Everything had gone beautifully. After a reasonable amount of foreplay, he had entered her missionary style. She had wrapper her legs around him, encouraging him with moans and groans, not to mention her fingernails buried in his ass checks. Everything appeared to be perfect until ?*In a moment of perfection, Karen reached an orgasm. As always, she squirted, but this time expelled more fluid than normal. Her muscles shook and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. It was perfect ? until he screamed, ?You?ve just peed all over my bed! You crazy bitch! Why would you do that??*Being not only frightened, but mortified at his reaction, she quickly put on her clothes and fled his apartment. The next Monday she dropped the class they shared so she would not have to see him again. Karen had always thought her orgasmic reaction was perfectly normal, but now she understood she was some kind of freak.*Today she was a treasured employee, making a better than average salary. She stayed to herself, avoided human interaction as much as possible and masturbated to the same video every night. And now once more, tonight ? she sat in her chair, in wet panties, still shaking from the wonderful squirting orgasm she had just enjoyed.*One floor above her, in an apartment which sat at a ninety degree angle to her own, sat a young man. He was in the same chair he had used for the last fifty or sixty nights. His hand and one bare leg was covered with semen. The hand still held his stiff cock.*One more night he had watched the woman below his apartment put her hand inside her panties and masturbate.*Once more time he had joined her, reaching his own orgasm as she reached hers.*Clark Donavan, a self-described introvert, pulled tissues from a nearby box and cleaned hot cream from his exposed skin.*One more night he had rejoiced because ?she? had followed her routine.*One more night he wished he could be near enough to hear the noises she made.*One more night he wished he had the courage to introduce himself to her.*~~*The next morning, as usual, Clark walked to the bus stop and stood slightly behind Karen. This was his workday routine. They both rode the same bus to work every weekday morning. He, of course recognized her. She had never bothered to look up to see him.*He knew she was employed by a company across the street from the building where he worked. As was his routine, he sat behind her on the bus and had followed her once to see where she worked. He had done some investigating in their apartment complex and knew her name was Keçiören escort Karen Rogers.*He sat behind her on the bus and envisioned her as she sat mostly naked each night in front of her computer. Clark felt like he knew almost every inch of her beautiful body. One morning in the previous week he was sporting an erection when the bus made the stop they both took each day. He had been sitting just inches away from her and remembering how her fingers had worked inside her panties the previous night. Knowing that if he stood the people on the bus would see his condition, he rode the bus one more stop before getting off.*This morning he was again sitting behind her. Photos of her almost naked body ran through his mind. It was all he could do to restrain himself from reaching out to touch her hair. ?Get a grip, man,? he said to himself. ?It?s time to ?man up? and find a way to meet her.?*That afternoon Clark stood in the lobby of his building waiting for Karen to leave hers to catch the bus home. After waiting for almost 40 minutes, he saw her leave her building and head toward the crosswalk. He waited until she passed him before leaving his position and joining her at the bus stop.*He waited until he saw the bus approaching and tapped her on the shoulder. ?Excuse me, but do you have the time??*Karen looked at her wristwatch and answered, ?It?s 6:15.?*?Thanks,? he told her. ?I left my watch on my dresser this morning.?*?Don?t you have a cell phone?? she asked, suggesting a watch was no longer needed.*?I do,? he said as the bus stopped and the door opened for them. ?But it was the only thing I could think of to talk to you.?*Karen looked at him with a look of disbelief for several seconds before turning and quickly getting on the bus.*Clark got on the bus right behind her, put his fare into collection box and followed her to the back of the bus as he had many times before. Only this time, he had started the conversation he had wanted to do for such a long time.*When Karen took a seat he stopped beside her. ?Do you mind if I join you?? he asked.*Having not had a man speak to her outside of work for such a long time, she was a bit perplexed, but moved next to the window and nodded her head.*For the next five minutes they sat silently, side by side. They were both wondering what to say, if anything. Karen was thinking she remembered having seen him before. Clark was trying to convince himself to start a conversation.*Finally he turned to her, blurting out, ?My name is Clark.?*When he put out his hand, she took it and answered, ?I?m Karen.?*He had to bite his tongue not to say something like, ?I know you are Karen. I?ve been following you for months.? Thinking of his reply before opening his mouth he said, ?It?s very nice to meet you. I think I?ve seen you at the bus stop in the morning.?*She looked at him carefully, but didn?t recognize him. ?I get the bus at Madison Avenue.?*?I do too,? he said with a bright smile. ?I live in the River View Apartments,? he told her, knowing she lived in the apartment just below his.*Karen was quite surprised and responded, ?Really? I live there too. I?m in apartment 3B.?*Her response was probably more than she had said to a stranger in three years.*?No kidding,? he replied, trying Kızılay escort bayan to act surprised. ?I?m in 4C. I?m just one floor up and probably just around the corner from you.?*For some strange reason Karen felt surprised, but at ease. Normally she would have felt uneasy having a conversation with a complete stranger, but for some reason this man felt comfortable to her. ?We?re neighbors,? she said with a bright smile.*?I guess we are,? he said, again trying to act surprised. ?How long have you lived there??*Still smiling she answered, ?I?ve been in that apartment for a little over two years. How long have you been there??*?I just moved in about six months ago,? he answered. ?I was offered a job with Willart and Anderson to run their IT department about seven months ago. They suggested the River View apartments as close to the office and a nice place to live.?*?I know your company,? Karen replied, still smiling. ?I work just across the street from you. I run the IT department for the Merit