Simsie in Love (Steemsie #1)

First Encounter

My stream had just ended and my monitor shut off. The lightbulb was still off in my room so the fluorescent lights flashed in my face. When I mentioned it in the stream, the viewers said to ask Steeve, my neighbor who I actually didn't know the name of. My mother thought that something was going on after she watched my speed-build on Sunday when I mentioned him. 

"You know, the way you talk about him makes me think there's something going on." Momma Simsie said into the phone.

"Mom!" I chuckled awkwardly like I generally did. "That's funny. He has a CHEST tattoo! He's NOT my type." 

"You've seen him shirtless?"

---------- So I told her the story -----------

I was in my room while the rest of the students on campus at (the college that will not be named) went to the football game. I had my laundry in my white plastic basket and as I locked the door I ran right into his chest, my clothes spilling out of the tub as it crashed onto the floor. He glanced down at me, towering at his height of 6'7'' while I stood at 5'6''. 

"Watch it," he growled at me. My anxiety started coming fast. My heartrate went from 72 to 134 in five seconds flat. My chest felt like it was about to cave in at me.

I quickly dropped to the ground and started throwing my clothes into the basket as fast as I could. He crouched down and started helping me. "What are you doing?" I asked in a small voice seeing as how it was very difficult to speak at all.

"Helping you." His hand grasped around a pair of panties and I wanted to DIE at this moment. I needed the grim reaper to come and take me away because I was feeling like Tag in my Black Widow Challenge and I felt like I would die from embarrassment. (Too soon).

The basket was full and once it was in my hands I ran down the hallway to the laundry-room and started heaving. My breaths couldn't come fast enough. 

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"Were they sexy underwear?" 

"Mom!"

"I'm sorry, but I needed to ask. If it's granny panties that's one thing, but if it's a lace thong that's another."

"It was pink and had full coverage." My face was turning bright red, but I was glad this was a phone call so she couldn't see it. 

"Okay, whatever you say honey."

"Bye mom!!!" I quickly hung up the phone and collapsed on my gray twin-sized bed.