Katie picks out her outfit

Katie rummaged through her drawers and closet, and eventually pulled out the ensemble she wanted. "What do you think?" She held up the clothes. It was some casual workout attire -- a white t-shirt, green silk shorts, and white socks and sneakers.

"Looks great, Katie. I'll step out while you change." Greg excused himself to the hallway, and Katie followed him to the door.

She shrugged, as if to say, you don't have to leave, but instead said, "I'll just be a sec." She turned back from the door, but left it open.

Greg looked away, but the thought that she was changing behind him with the door wide open was kind of an arousing thought. He wasn't going to just openly watch, but as he paced back and forth in the hall, he glanced up into her room each time he turned toward the door.

Katie pulled the red shirt over her head. She had a red strapless bra underneath. She unzipped her jeans, and Greg happened to peek into her room just as she was lowering them down her legs. Her back was to the door, so she didn't see him, but he paused to admire her tight ass, strong legs, and firm young body. As she stood, she adjusted her red panties around her hips and pulled the material from where it was bunched up at her ass. She looked at herself in the mirror, sighed lightly, and ran her fingers through her hair. Greg's next step happened to fall on a slightly squeaky floor board, and she caught a glimpse of him in the mirror. Is he watching me? She smiled.

Greg had turned away by now, but the image of Katie's ass in those red panties remained etched in his mind. He paced the hallway again, looping back around after a few steps. On his return, he couldn't resist peeking into the doorway again. By this point, Katie was pulling her white t-shirt over her body. Does she still have that red bra on? Greg wondered. He stood there long enough to watch her pull the green shorts on, now covering the ass he couldn't forget.

"Ready?" he asked, turning away from the door.

Katie skipped toward the doorway. "Of course. Come back in." She hadn't put on her shoes yet. She sat on the corner of her bed, and lifted one foot in the air. She slid one sock on, then the other. She bent forward to step into her sneakers, and as she did, the top of her v-neck t-shirt fell open a bit, and Greg saw her cleavage pronounced prominently down the front of the shirt. He couldn't tell if she had a bra on, but regardless, the v-neck was doing some wonderful things for his mind.

Katie finished putting on her sneakers, and stood up, bouncing. "There. It's like I just came from a workout." She looked back at her mirror, and made a small adjustment. "My hair." She pulled her hair back, and tied it into a small, high ponytail, using a white scrunchie.