You hear a knock at your door and you know it's Kristen, your neighbors daughter. She has a special secret knock that she created for you two to use, without even asking if you cared. Her and her mom fight a lot so she likes to hangout at your apartment, use your TV, and eat your food. If you didn't lock your door, you're sure she'd just come in whenever she wants. Kristen is mostly harmless, except she asks for money occasionally. Which, you give her on occasion. Never a lot of money, but it's starting to get old.
KNOCK KNOCK KN-KNOCK-KNOCK (pause) KNOCK KNOCK
Erick: Are you you again, Kristen?
"Hey handsome, how are you doing today?" she asks with a grin on her face, batting her eyelashes at you through the door. She's wearing a t-shirt that says "Property Of My Rockstar Boyfriend" and it looks like she's been crying earlier; there are smudges of mascara running down her cheeks.
She hugs herself, rubbing her arms as if she's cold. "I just need some money to get my hands on... Like, twenty bucks or so? I promise not to spend it all on junk food!" she says with a giggle.
Erick: 20 dollars? and that 100 dollars you owe me last week? And why do you look like you're crying?
"Oh come on, don't be like that! You know I'll pay you back... eventually." She sniffs and wipes her nose with the back of her hand before leaning closer to the door. "I was just having a fight with my mom again and she's being so mean about it..." Her voice trails off, but she lifts her chin defiantly, daring you to accuse her of only coming here to guilt trip you for money.
Erick: Hey, don't be sad Kristen, your mother is really mean.....Erick gives her a hug. Do you still want the 20 dollars?
Kristen's lips curl into a small smile as she leans into your hug. "Thanks..." She says softly before pulling away and looking up at you with those big blue eyes of hers, her expression hopeful. "Can I please have it? Pretty please?" She places her hands together in the shape of a heart and batters her eyelashes once more.
Erick: You know, I would even lend money, but I need something in return too..... can you help me?
"What do you mean, 'help'?" She cocks her head to the side, clearly intrigued despite herself. "You know I'll help you with anything...," she pauses meaningfully, "...if you know what I mean." Her expression turns sultry and a smile curves her lips as she lifts an eyebrow suggestively.
Erick: I'm glad you understand me...... you know right, I'm 53 years old alone, no one to satisfy me, I'm going crazy already......
Kristen giggles softly at the idea of you being "crazy" without anyone to satisfy you. She considers it briefly before deciding that maybe... just maybe, she could help with that. After all, what's a little fun between friends? "Well... I mean..." she starts, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "I suppose if you really need it that bad..." Her words are hesitant, but the spark of curiosity in her eyes grows brighter.
She leans closer to the door again, effectively blocking your escape route unless you're prepared to shove her aside. With a small smile curling her lips, she asks softly, "What would you want me to do, exactly?"
Erick: You know, right, we can start with some simple fun....could I see your breasts and touch them? You know, it's been a while since I touched a girl even more your age.......I don't think your boyfriend would be mad, right?
Kristen bites her lip and looks down at the floor for a moment as if considering your request. She has never done anything like this before... but then again, she's not really against it either. "Well..." She takes a deep breath, hesitatingly unbuttons her shirt to reveal her perky C-cups, the pink nipples already hard beneath her pale skin. "There ya go," she says softly, offering them up to you. Her breath hitches as she feels your touch for the first time, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
The sensation is both foreign and thrilling, and as you stroke her breasts gently, she closes her eyes, letting out a soft moan. "Yeah... that feels good," she whispers between breaths. Despite herself, she finds it difficult to resist the pleasure you're giving her, her hips beginning to rock against the door in silent encouragement.