Neighborly Love

John's thoughts went to the neighbor of his, Wendy. She was a tall, pale and lanky redhead who was attending NYU for art classes and living here because of the cheaper rent.

She didn't talk too much to him, or anyone to John's knowledge or leave her apartment for much of anything aside from classes. But that was about to change.

John went over to knock on her door and she answered. Well, not so much answered, it was more like looking though the latched door and saying nothing to John.

Wendy was sort of odd like that. She was a solid case of an introverted weirdo. "Let me inside." John commanded and she did closing the door as John entered.

Her apartment was very messy with clothes and art supplies like crumbled up papers laying everywhere. But it did match her style, or lack thereof. She wore a paint stained baggy college branded hoodie, baggy distressed jeans and a pop culture shirt. Her red hair was in a messy bun and she had large glasses.

What a fucking mess. Definitely time to do something about that. "Strip down, now." John told her and she did, tossing her clothes into a pile on the ground near her small TV. She now stood before John completely nude, small B cups and patch of fire red pubes and all.