Gwen awoke with a start and looked around the room groggily. Finding herself on her shabby little brown couch for the second morning in a row, Gwen decided that needed to figure out a solution for her little "Neighbor Problem". She reflected on the previous evening, from throwing out Steve just because he had wanted her (even though she had wanted him too), to putting on another show, this one more wanton than the last, for Green Eyes.
She didn't bother to dress, stumbling into the kitchen and pouring a big glass of orange juice. She emptied the glass in one long gulp, set the glass in the sink and went straight into the bathroom to take a long hot shower. Feeling very refreshed, Gwen toweled off and searched her room for clean clothes, not finding many.
She dressed in a white t-shirt that was so large on her that the neck almost exposed a shoulder. It was dingy white, with cartoon hand prints on the chest (which hung near her waist) and a large brown stain across the front. The bottom of the shirt hung down to mid-thigh, hiding the little black shorts that were so ridiculously tight that they made a distinct camel-toe, and the cheeks of her bottom hung out scandalously.
Putting her shining auburn hair into a ponytail and slipping into ratty sandals, Gwen proceeded to gather all of her dirty clothes, towels, and bedding. She had four full bags of laundry to do, and she began the process of taking them out to her car.
She had the first large bag halfway to her car when she saw Steve. He was dressed in shorts and running shoes, with white socks that clung to his enormous calves. Although it was already hot out at ten in the morning, he wore a baggy green sweatshirt. Steve had the hood of Gwen's car open, and he was bent over her engine, making adjustments.
Gwen's eyes crawled up the back of Steve's muscular and thickly haired legs up to his ass, which was admirably displayed by his shorts as he bent over his work. She felt a thrill as she looked at him, and she found herself transfixed. She couldn't imagine why he would still be helping her out after she'd been so abrupt with him the night before. Her eyes crawled slowly along the fine curve of his ass. His shorts would normally have been loose, but bent as he was they hugged him tightly, and Gwen liked the view.
"Um," she heard, and Gwen shook herself and saw that Steve was looking back over his shoulder at her, "Hi?" he said. I'd give a million dollars to, just once, not get caught being horny by a guy I like, Gwen thought as she flushed pink.
"Hi," Gwen said, shifting her weight from foot to foot and setting the laundry bag on the ground. "I didn't think you'd still-" she began, and then said, "I was really rude and mean to you last night and I'm sorry. You don't have to be nice to me and fix my car, you know."
Steve stood up and turned to face her, wiping his hands on a rag. He looked at her for a moment and then smiled. "I didn't kiss you because I expected anything for fixing your car. I'm fixing your car because I can help, and because I want to. I kissed you because you're a sweet lady who is very cute and I like you."
"That's sweet," Gwen said, running her finger over her lip. "Could I ask you one more favor though?" Gwen asked for a ride to the laundromat, and Steve immediately volunteered to drive her in his car. The bags of laundry were quickly loaded into his trunk, and Gwen directed him to the neighborhood's coin-op launderer.
Steve helped Gwen carry the big bags into the crowded establishment, his size causing others to move aside and give Gwen room. Steve agreed to pick her up when she was finished, and they exchanged cell numbers.
Gwen hated the laundromat. It was always hot, even on a cool day, and the crowds of sweating people, screaming children who ran rampant, and the creepy men who checked her out in her "Laundry Day" clothes all combined to make her upset and irritable. She sat sweating atop one of the Formica covered counter tops, waiting for the cycles to end so she could swap her dirty clothes for wet and move wet clothes to the driers.
She reflected on Steve again, wondering what her problem was. He was just the kind of big manly guy that she was attracted to, and he had that weird kind-hearted little puppy-dog/big dangerous bear thing going. She might be completely wrong about him, she knew, but she had the sense that Steve was the kind of guy who'd try to talk two guys out of fighting but could take them both down by himself if they didn't behave.
To say that thoughts of Steve pounding on a couple of bruisers made Gwen's heart race would be an understatement. The fact was, Steve excited the hell out of Gwen, and she liked him as a friend too. In her experience, that was pretty rare.
But then her thoughts strayed to Green Eyes, and she felt her pussy get wet. What is it about that guy that gets to me? Gwen asked herself, shifting her bottom on the counter top. His short black hair, hard, handsome face, and his lean, well-cut muscled body just made her insides go creamy. She felt completely helpless when he was watching her, as if he was sending commands into her brain, controlling her actions and forcing her to masturbate for him.
Wouldn't it be great, Gwen thought, if she could just blame all of her problems on someone else? Yeah, she thought, I'm not a slut, he made me dance around naked and play with myself with his mind powers! Wouldn't that be a great cop out?
When she was almost done folding the last of her laundry, Gwen called Steve and let him know she'd be ready soon, and like the dependable man he seemed to be, he arrived almost immediately. He helped her bring the laundry into her apartment and went back to working on her car while she put things away.
It was hot and humid out, and Gwen gathered up her giant t-shirt and tied it off just below her bust before making her bed. Once done, she went into the kitchen and made sandwiches, setting them out on her dining table with two icy beers before calling to Steve. He came in, clearly expecting her to have another favor to ask, and he was visibly pleased when she invited him to sit down for lunch.
"I'm really sorry about last night," Gwen said, getting up and going to the refrigerator to get the jar of pickle spears. When Gwen opened the refrigerator and bent at the waist to rummage through the items on a lower shelf, Steve sighed, his erection rising quickly and straining at his shorts. Her too-tight black shorts rode up high on her ass to expose a broad expanse of soft, pale skin
Gwen had trouble finding the jar apparently, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other slowly, her ass undulating enticingly as her knees bent and straightened in turn. She let out an exclamation of delight and pulled the jar out. She was halfway back to him when she saw Steve's eyes were intense, and he couldn't keep them from her bare midriff and shorts small and tight enough to be mistaken for boyshort briefs. Gwen was blushing when she put the jar down on the table and sat.
"I'm not a cock tease," Gwen began, reaching to touch Steve's hand. "I really, really like you. I know it wasn't nice to invite you in and then parade around like I am, but it was an accident."
Steve laughed. "Hey, no problem! I like looking at you, Gwen. You're a beautiful girl. You just can't get mad at me for feeling the way I feel when you're near me."
"I'm not mad at you!" Gwen said, a little too loudly. "Are you kidding? I'd love to jump all over you!" Her eyes widened and she put her fingers to her open mouth.
"Glad to hear it," Steve said, smiling more broadly. "I'll tell you, Gwen, I haven't been able to think clearly since yesterday, and it seems like every time I start to get over it you're there again and I'm lost all over again."
"I didn't mean to make you think we could-" Gwen began, and then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She began again. "I can't have a relationship with you right now Steve. My life is kind of screwed up and I need to take things slowly."
"What you're saying is that you want me, so you're going to be sending me all kinds of signals and getting me worked up, but you don't want to do anything about it, or for me to do anything about it," he said, looking exasperated.
Gwen nodded, saying, "That's pretty much it, Steve. I don't want you to go away, because things might change and I'll want you to be around then."
