Neighbor Girl Needs Help_(1)

I’ve never been much of a “ladies man” but I’ve had a couple girlfriends over the years, however, things have been pretty uneventful for me in the last few months. I work nights and live alone, and have never had any desire to go out and find a “hook up” or go out to a bar or anything without going with a bunch of friends. So basically, I don’t like talking to people, especially when it comes to my apartment building. I just have no desire to talk to anyone unless I have to. I’m just your average late 20’s introvert I guess.

Living in the unit above mine is an older couple who make it sound like they’re stomping their feet everywhere they go, across the hall from me is a really cute girl, I’m guessing late teens early/early twenties who seems come and go whenever, and next to me is a newlywed couple (I was forced to talk to them shortly after I moved in) who for the most part don’t ever bother me. There’s also an older (mid to late 40’s) lady kitty-corner from me who’s very nice and still has a decent body that I say hi to every morning as I’m coming home and she is headed out to go to work.
One morning after I came home from work, parked the car, said hi to the nice lady (I think her name is Miranda) as she headed toward her car to go to work, just as I was about to put the key into my deadbolt, I hear a sort of loud, but whispered “hey!”. I turn around to see the cute teen across the hall poking her head out her door looking at me with an uneasy smile.

“uh, hi, everything OK?” I ask.

“yeah… well, no, I need to ask a favor. I need some help.”

“um…oookay, what can I help you with”

She opens her door and I see her in full view now, standing on her tip toes in a tight retro Star Wars shirt (with no bra apparently… it was a chilly morning) and grey yoga pants. “I need a big favor, I really need some help. Your name’s John, right? I’m Jemma.”

“Yee-ah” I reply slowly, “Nice to meet you Jemma, so really, what can I help you with?”

“come on in and we’ll talk about it” she says, opening her door for me to come.

After I walk in she immediately closes the door behind me and locks it.

“Look, I need to know if you’re a stand-up guy. I need serious help and I need to know if you’ll be cool and keep your hands to yourself and your mouth shut after this is all over”

“EXCUSE ME?” I ask, getting irritated at the bullshit.


She starts to look like she’s about to cry, and then squeaks out “Please, I need help. Please promise you’ll be a gentleman about this and not tell anyone after. Please, just promise me.”

“Fine, whatever. I promise. Now can you please just tell me what the problem is? I’ve had a long night at work and want to go to bed.”

She gets an irritated look on her face “please take this seriously, I really need help and I don’t want you bragging to your friends or trying to cop a feel or anything”

I’m really intrigued now, what with the whole “cop a feel” thing, so I agree as gentlemanly as possible “Yes, I promise, I will be a perfect gentleman. I will not tell anybody about this, and I will not touch you in any way inappropriately…. unless you ask” I threw that last part in just to mess with her, because why not.

“Thanks, and no, I won’t be asking for anything more than necessary”.

“Okay, So really… what is it that you are asking for?”

She stares at me for a few seconds, and then walks over to the couch, turns around with her back to me, bends over, and then proceeds to put her thumbs in her waistbands. She pulls it down about an inch and then looks back at me.