Your neighbor Melissa

You look up at the tall slender brunette, pausing to languish on her barely covered B-cup breasts. It was in every girl's best interest to dress as scantily as possible in order to cause as many erections as possible, to get as many doses as possible.

This girl is no exception. Her skirt made up to barely more than a belt, showing off her bare shaven pussy easily in full view, as well as the bottom of her tight round ass. Her button up shirt was worn loose and completely unbuttoned, the only thing keeping her pert breasts from showing off appeared to be her two stiff nipples holding the shirt from opening all the way. You could even see the edge of her light tan areolas. You wonder if she has to glue it that way.

"Hey Ben! Whatcha doin'!" She exclaims suddenly. You snap out of your daydreams to notice you had already begun absentmindedly masturbating.

"Just taking out the trash... uh..." Shit. What was her name? Marge? Morgan? Mingo? Mango? Mango's not a name. Who the fuck is Mango? Do you know a Mango? Do you know a Mingo? It's gotta be something with an M...

"Ben?"

"M-Mingo?" you stammer. Probably shouldn't have bothered.

"Jesus Ben, you have the key to my apartment. You could at least remember my name." she says, starting to look annoyed.

"YOU gave it to me for 'emergency nighttime relief'! It doesn't have your name on it." you protest.

"Yes it does!"

You reach inside to your bowl of emergency keys by the door and find her key. Sure enough, it says "Melissa Hot Butt". Right beside a key simply labeled "Mingo". Shit. Who's Mango?

"Melissa! Right! What did I say? Haha, anyway..." you trail off and begin playing with yourself again.

Melissa glares at you slightly, glaces down at your cock hungrily, then smiles back up at you brightly.

"Need me to take care of that for you?"