Maybe? This is awkward.

"Uh... n-no, no," you stammer, "not right now, anyway." You laugh a little, a nervous response, torn between the strain in your groin and a lingering awkwardness.

"Okay," Kat responds with a shrug, "later, then." She starts to close the door.

As you watch her apartment disappear in the shrinking gap, horniness overcomes your hesitation. "Wait!" you almost yell, before cutting yourself off. You still don't really want another neighbor coming out to see what's going on right now.

The door stops, then starts to open again slowly. This time, Kat doesn't bother to hide behind the door, pulling it all the way open and revealing why she didn't the first time -- she isn't wearing pants. Now she stands nonchalant in the doorway wearing panties and a baggy t-shirt.

All language leaves you upon seeing her bare legs, smooth, toned, and moderately tanned. She cocks an eyebrow at you and waits for a follow-up that doesn't come.

After a few moments in which you try to collect your wits without staring, Katherine prompts, "Yes?" When you still can't find a response, she steps forward into the doorframe, rests her elbow against it casually, and asks, "Have you... changed your mind?"

The position of her arm lifts her shirt a little, giving you a clearer view of her panties and exposing a sliver of her midriff. Your mind threatens to freeze again, but you finally pull yourself together enough to begin the inspection.