"Hey... mister?"
I looked up from tying my shoelaces when I heard the familiar voice. It was someone I'd been expecting to hear from for a few weeks now, after all.
You know how it is that you never notice someone until you get to know them, and suddenly, you keep seeing them? Yeah, well, that's pretty much what happened in the weeks after my second 'episode' with the neighbor's daughter.
Damn, I really should have gotten her name... it sounds weird referring to her like that, but what could I do? She had flat out refused to tell me and I didn't think I should force her. She'd probably tell me in good time.
Anyway, the week after we'd done the deed in her apartment, I bumped into her on campus - I was there on business and had just finished my meeting with the librarian when I just about walked into her. The recognition on our faces was instantaneous, and strangely, there was no awkwardness. After exchanging a few pleasantries we chatted a bit and I gently reminded her of our scheme to rid her of the erstwhile bullies who were tormenting her. I could tell she was pleased I remembered, and then realized that she looked markedly different from the first time I'd seen her at the door to her apartment. She was much more vivacious and confident now, and for that, I was glad... I'd spent a few days after our last tryst trying to figure out if she was really going to do herself in.
A couple of weeks later, I walked out of my apartment just in time to see her getting into the elevator. I couldn't see who she was with, but I knew she'd seen me because she flipped up the back of her skirt and showed me her panties before stepping into the elevator.
Now, I suppose that could have been wishful thinking on my part, except that she did it again the next time I saw her. This time, I'd stepped out of the elevator while she was getting into her apartment. I think her parents might have gone in before her because I saw her turn to look at me and heard her say something to someone in the apartment, before she bent down, pulling down her pants and flashed her bare ass at me. No kidding, she did it right there, at the door to her apartment, and I could see it as clear as I can see my hand before my face... that round, luscious backside peeking at me between the hem of her blouse and the waist of her tights. Then she quickly pulled it up and was inside the apartment, the door closing just as I reached the door to my flat. I shook my head and grinned at the door. The little imp!
That was why I was quite surprised to hear how flat her voice sounded when she called out to me as I was leaving my apartment. It had been some 4 weeks since I'd last spoken to her at the university, and about 2 weeks since I saw her bare ass. She had seemed quite chipper then, so this change in tone was really quite confounding. I looked across the corridor at the face peeking around the door jamb of the apartment opposite, and saw that she really did look quite miserable. What had happened? Had the little scheme I'd suggested to her backfired?
"Sup?" I said brightly to her, trying to hide my concern. "You OK?"
"No," her lips were turned down, her forehead crinkled with a little frown. She was sans make-up or glasses, and In spite of her unhappiness, she DID look quite cute. "I'm not."
"You wanna talk?"
"Uh. Sure," she said, swinging the door open to invite me in. I took the action to mean that her parents weren't in town, which she confirmed seconds later when she closed the door: "My parents are away this weekend."
"OK, that's not a bad thing, right?"
"Ummm... no, I guess not. Except..."
"'Cept what?"
"Ummm... my... uh, my period's here..."
"Oh? Is it that bad? I can get you some..."
"No, no. Not that," she shook her head. "It's just... you know... they're away and... and we can't do it..."
Oh. So she was upset because we couldn't fuck. I smiled at her eagerness and changed the subject: "So tell me, did you try that thing I suggested with that bitch and her creep of a boyfriend?"
The change in topic did seem to distract her from her unhappiness for a bit.
"Oh yeah," she smiled. "That worked a treat! She's now extra nice to me, and he's staying far away from me."
"That's good," I smiled. Much of what the young people think they know is gleaned from the Internet and TV... not a lot of youngsters actually read today. That was what I was certain could be counted upon for my 'ruse' to work. "I'm glad."
"But I'm not," she began pouting again. "Because..."
"I know," I grinned. "I'm flattered, actually. But since you're alone in this apartment this weekend, why don't I stay over with you? Do you have any plans?"
"Huh?"
"You know, plans to have your friends over, stuff like that..."
"Uh. No. You mean you'd... you wanna stay over..?"
"Sure, why not?"
"But... we can't.. do it. You know. Because of my period."
"So what? We could always do other stuff. Like talk, watch cable. You know, stuff."
"Really? You wanna do that?" she looked at me with disbelief in her eyes.
"Yeah," I grinned at her. "I was going out for dinner but what the heck... why don't we go grab something to eat together?"
"OK," she beamed. "I thought..."
"... that I'd only be interested in sex? And nothing else?" I gave a mock pout. "You really know how to insult a guy!"
"I'm sorry... that's what I read..." she began, then she saw through my ploy and giggled. "You're terrible, you know?"
"In a nice way," I said confidently. "Shall we go out as we are, or do you need to get dressed?"
"Give me five," she said and bounced into her room. The door remained open as she changed, then she came out in a cute little top paired with a long skirt. Her belly peeked out from under the hem of the top, but otherwise, she was covered up quite nicely.
"Nice," I complimented her. "Anyone ever tell you that?"
"No," she grinned with pleasure. "No one's ever said that about me or anything I wear."
"Oh dear... you've got to stop going out with blind guys!"
"Haha," she responded. "But thanks for the compliment."
We went out for dinner, to a place that was rather farther away from our apartment block. Just in case, you know, any of the other neighbors notice. Not that anyone would go running to tell her parents, of course, but... we thought it better to keep ourselves safe from questioning eyes.
It was pretty late by the time we were done with the meal and chatting, and made our way back to the block. We didn't come across anybody in the lobby, but took the elevator up to our floor separately just in case. She was waiting for me when the elevator doors opened, and kissed me full on the mouth when the doors closed behind me.
"Mmmmm," she murmured when we broke our kiss and started walking to her apartment. "I've missed that."
"Me too," I opined. "But we'd better get inside before the neighbors start talking."
She giggled, then asked: "So... are you gonna take an hour to get back to me?"
"Hell, no. I'll just go grab my toothbrush and pajamas and..."
"No need for that. I've got spares. Just for you." She turned away from me to open the door to her apartment, so I couldn't see the look on her face, but she sounded a little anxious to me.
She turned back to face me as the door swung open.
"Do you think I'm too forward? I know guys like to do the chasing but I thought..."
"No, I don't think you are," I kissed her on her forehead to assure her. "What did you think?"
"I thought... you know, when my parents are away, I could... you could come over... you know, and it would be nice, you know..."
"It is nice," I assured her as we stepped into her apartment and closed the door. "I'm flattered. Again."
"You don't think I'm..?"
"No, I don't," I said firmly, drawing her into a hug. "I just think you are a nice girl. And I think you need to know that. You need to believe that."
She nuzzled my neck and murmured her thanks before going to the fridge to grab us a couple of beers.
We spent the rest of the night watching cable TV, and made our way to her bed when she began snoring lightly against my chest.
