Steve, the neighbor who has the hots for her!

"Lauren?" A voice came from behind her. "Is that you?"

Lauren froze. No. Anyone but him! She slowly peered sideways. Standing there was Steve her neighbor. A year younger then her, Steve had an obvious crush on her. She'd seen him staring at her since they were 12. She thought he was a creepy sniveling nerd, and had no interest in him. He was chubby, had acme and glasses. He had asked her out four times in high school, and she'd shot him down more and more harshly each time. The last time Lauren was entirely fed up, and spoke quite harshly.

"Listen you pimple faced looser: I will never date you." She said, in front of a large crowd of their peers. "I'll never kiss you, I'll never even touch you. I'm what they call a hot commodity. You're what they call a loser. Stop bothering me, it's a waste of my time to talk to someone so beneath me!"

Yeah, pretty harsh. She actually kind of felt bad about it, but he still repulsed her.

Steve had taken the hint, and stopped talking to her. He still stared though, obviously smitten. And now, after high school they'd somehow ended up in the same apartment complex! Lauren wondered if he'd moved in next to her just to be near her. What a creep!

Well, now Steve stood, staring at Lauren.

"Lauren I..." He trailed off, eyes glued on Lauren's butt. Her bare butt! She suddenly remember that she only wore a shirt, her panties in hand!

"AHH!" She squealed, turning to hide her backside from Steve. She pulled down at her shirt with one hand, using the other to drape the panties over her crotch. Her pale legs were totally exposed though. Steve's eyes were glued to her white curvy limbs.

"Don't look at me!" Lauren squealed helplessly.