Visit your next-door neighbour, Amy

You want to explore your world cautiously. It's probably best to start small, in your own apartment building...but whose door should you knock on?

The answer rolls over you like a gust of wind before a storm. There's someone you know very well, someone you have always thought about quite a bit...and she's right next door. Amy, your good friend from college.

Amy moved into the unit next to you during your junior year. You knew her before then, having had met her during an organic chemistry lab course during your sophomore year. You were actually the one that recommended the place to her when she told you about how she was looking to move out of her parents' home.

Truth be told, you've actually valued Amy as far more than a friend for a while now and have made your fair share of romantic advances towards her, but you were always met with the classic "Let's stay friends, yeah?" every time. Your strong bond stayed intact, however, as things never got awkward between you two even with your repeated attempts to find your way into her heart. You always appreciated that aspect of her, how she made an effort to show that she cared about you as a friend too much to let something like a confession throw her off.

Your apprehension about possibly disrupting your friendship is overshadowed by the anticipation of seeing her bottomless...and of being able to play with her. You try to think of some other way to begin, but the idea Amy exposing herself is too much to ignore. You're not sure if Amy is the best way to start, but she is definitely the one you would enjoy the most. And, assuming she's at home, she's certainly the closest.

Luckily, since Charles' apparent wizardry has you already fully clothed, there's no need to throw anything on. Exiting through your front door, you take a moment to appreciate the scenic view from the 6th floor walkway of your complex, looking over the small suburbia you live in with the more active downtown just a bit off in the horizon.

Walking no more than 15 or 20 steps down the walkway, you come to the next immediate door—Amy's unit. You're actually not sure if she's even home right now, and there's no way to tell due to her closed blinds. You knock on the door a few moments and hear nothing at first, but the shuffling of footsteps beyond the door confirms her presence.

As the door opens, you're met with the beautiful smiling face of the girl of your dreams. Even without make-up, her radiance stuns you. Her natural red hair flows to her shoulders as she looks at you with almost magical eyes of sky blue. Body well defined as an hourglass, her C-sized breasts and sizable hips look rather large for her otherwise light frame.

Her hips, as you had hoped and expected, are completely exposed. Amy is dressed in a casual assortment of a black T-shirt, and (with the likely exception of a bra) nothing else at all, not even socks. Her red nest is on full display. With Amy's casual attitude, you sometimes figured that she probably doesn't shave, but despite its modest volume, it looks neatly trimmed.

"What's going on, John?" she asks you with a relaxed smile. "Got bored of shooting people in your games?"

You can't help grinning the grin of lucky fools. You are feeling very excited, but hesitant. "H-hi, Amy," you stutter, trying to recollect your composure after seeing her half-nude. "Um, just feeling a bit antsy, thought I'd see if you were home." You can't help glance down at her exposed crotch again, her fiery red bush a beacon to the eye.

Amy nods. "Wanna come inside for a cup of coffee or something?" she inquires as she shifts her weight, parting her legs slightly.

Unable to wait any longer, you bring a hand gently down to probe her snatch. Amy scrunches her eyes at you as you brush her pussy. "Feeling affectionate, huh, John? Come on in, let's sit down with some coffee."

"Coffee sounds good," you say with a nod, to which Amy nods herself. Showing you inside, she closes the door behind her as you step into her apartment. It's the same size as yours but in far better shape with much less mess and things looking like they're properly organized. Around the place are various pictures of her and her family, as well as some photographs of her and her boyfriend, Chris. That lucky, lucky man.

You can't help watch Amy's bare behind as she enters the kitchen, the hem of her black T-shirt providing lovely contrast with the creamy whiteness of her shapely buttocks. You are drawn in behind her like a magnet as she detaches a small pot from a heating device. She pours fresh coffee from it into two small mugs while your hand drifts down to her butt. You grasp and caress it softly to which Amy responds with a peaceful laugh, smiling warmly as she pours the coffee.

"Let's go to the living room," Amy says, leading the way. She escorts you to a room which you thought you knew well from previous visits. You notice Amy moving towards what looks to be a new chair. It looks like a sort of elevated reclining deck chair, but with only a back and a seat: it's abbreviated where the leg-rests would start, flaring out instead. "Grab a chair," Amy says, indicating a kitchen chair. Uncertain of yourself, you oblige her.

As Amy lifts herself up sits down in the chair, the function of its design becomes clear. Her back and bottom are well supported, and she splays her legs somewhat to give you a clear view of her pussy, jutting out from the seat . Where she could have gotten such a chair is unclear, but at the moment you don't care: its design suits your tastes perfectly.

"Pull right up," she says to you with a smile. You don't have to be told twice—you pull your kitchen chair directly in front of her. Her legs are open up immediately in front of you, a little lower than chest height for you. She smiles at you while she casually exposes her womanhood at you, as if it were completely natural.

Correction, you realize: it is completely natural. Or at least it is for her. Do all women expose themselves to their friends, I wonder?

Amy picks up her coffee from a small table nearby; you pick yours up as well. Simultaneously, you both enjoy your first sip of the good stuff. She was always really good at brewing the perfect cup of coffee.

"So, how are things?" Amy asks curiously as she puts her mug down. "Same as always?"

She waggles her legs back and forth slightly at you. You take it as an invitation and reach your hand towards her snatch. The height of her chair makes this a natural motion: you only need to lean forward a little in your chair. She smiles pleasantly as your fingers probe her labia. You're struck by the way that she's barely commented at all on your touching her, acting otherwise just like she would in your previous reality as your good friend. Feeling both thrilled and slightly weird about it, you carry on probing her gently.

"Uh, yeah," you say, going along with it. "Trying to figure out what to do now that I'm out of college. My choice of degree definitely wasn't the best choice for job opportunities. I'm not even sure why I went with it in the first place."

Amy grins at you impishly. "Yeah, I wonder what fascinated you so much about primate buttocks," she teases as she wiggles slightly.

The hell...? It's bad enough that Charles joked at your expense about that. Does Amy have to as well? Thinking about it, you wouldn't be surprised if Charles asked the doctor to set that up as one final jab towards you—truly, that man was not ready to leave that subject alone until the very end.

"Aww," Amy coos. "You know I'm just teasing you, John. I've always found your obsession with women's bottoms adorable."

You're not sure how to respond to that. At the least, you know that Amy is consciously aware of you staring at her pussy. In fact, you've just become consciously aware of staring at her pussy since she wiggled it. Amy doesn't seem bothered by it, though. Her pussy lips seem to be spreading slightly.

"Like my bush-trim?" She says happily. "I just did it yesterday. It was getting a bit long. Don't worry about messing it up a bit. I can always straighten it out again later."

Amy casually talking about her bush to you while nonchalantly showing it off and letting you play with her pussy lips is getting you really excited. You want more. "Have you ever thought of shaving it completely?" you ask curiously.

Amy shrugs. "Well, for special occasions, sure. Sometimes when I go clubbing, or maybe for something a fancy dinner. Why you're asking that, though? I know you've seen my with a bare pussy before," she teases.

The conversation is turning you on. "But what about staying clean-shaven?"

Amy rolls her eyes. "We talk about this every two months, John. It's hard to keep smooth down there. It's just not practical. Chris isn't bothered by it, anyway," she explains as she sips her coffee and slumps fractionally in her chair, pushing her pussy slightly towards you.

You push a couple of fingers gently against her opening. They enter with only slight resistance. Amy chuckles gently.

"Anything else on your mind?" she asks, setting her mug down.