My neighbours were early risers and also had their door open. I do not know when they would come out and water their plants, the added risk of being c...ught in a sports bra and cotton panties sent me into a frenzy. I knew what I had to do.I unlocked the gate and stepped out. I was in full view of my neighbours house and the communal elevator of the apartment complex. This was time the elevator was bouncing up and down as people left for work, currently it was on the ground level. I was making. It was annoying to have to sit there and twiddle her clit for ten minutes when I knew damn well that the aphrodisiac would heat her up soon no matter what I did. But this was important. So I stuck with it, and persevered through the inconvenience.Slowly, but steadily, Suzanne learned to relax and enjoy my attention, even before the aphrodisiac hit her. Once again, she was learning a lesson, that getting attention from me would lead eventually to an orgasm. Quite soon, she had reached the point. I would have, had she told me two years ago when it happened. I was nervous too. I had to erase the bad memories of her only sexual experience. I had to make it great for her, and prove to her how good we could be, together. When we got to her house, I walked her to the door and when she unlocked it, I picked her up and carried her inside. The walls of the living room had been painted, but the furniture was basically the same. Her father wasn’t much of a decorator, but there were little. That’s kind of what I meant about me being hard to get along with sometimes.”“It sounds like you’ve been through a lot.”I nodded. “I haven’t really talked about that day in detail before. It was pretty bad.”“Look,” she said, biting her lip. “If something like that ever happens again, call me. We don’t have a lot of room, but you can crash at my place when it gets too scary at home.”I smiled and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. “Thanks. Things rarely ever get that bad at home now, but if they.