You Run Into Your Next Door Neighbor, Suzy

You Run Into Your Next Door Neighbor, Suzy

You didn't make it two steps before you ran into your next door neighbor, Suzy, purse over her shoulder and fumbling with her keys.

Suzy but just a year or so younger than you, still in college though not for much longer, and very pretty. Delicate features, long silky black hair, a butt sculpted by the latest fad work out of the week, but most of all, a bust that could not be ignored by anyone, no matter how hard they tried.

It seems that she used up her blessing on her looks, though, as she was prone to bouts of very bad luck. With school, work, relationships, the weather, food packaging...just about any way luck could break bad for a person, she's experienced. And judging by the look on her face, she was in the middle of another incident.

“Hey Suzy,” you waved to her and smiled. “Everything okay?”

“Hi, Paul,” She smiled back, brushing some hair our of her eyes. “Everything is as fine as it usually is.”

“So not very?” Paul and Suzy had developed a rapport of the year they had been neighbors. He liked her. She was a sweet and earnest girl, forthright even without Paul's special nudge. “What's up?”

“It's embarrassing...” She flushed. “But I'm down to my last bra. My favorite one gave up the ghost this morning so I'm down to this ratty thing that's not even the right size anymore.” Now that she was facing Paul, he could see pretty clearly though her shirt that her large breasts were straining their confines and spilling out over the edge of the cups. Paul gave her a sympathetic groan.

“It's rough for girls like me.” She lamented. “Bra's are expensive enough as it is, but most of the time I have to get the special ordered. And unless I pay an arm and a leg they're never cute. There's a boutique down town that actually carries my size but I can barley afford them on a good day, and monies tight right now. It's the beginning of the semester and rent's due...I just don't know what to do.”