THE GIRL IN 314
They're at it again, Julie thought, irritated as she tried to fall asleep in her apartment. She restlessly rolled around in bed with a pillow over her head, attempting to muffle the sounds of wild sex happening next door. "Paper thin walls," she grumbled.
There were instances when she didn't mind hearing the savage, animalistic fucking of her neighbors. Hell, she even got off while listening to them at times. She didn't care much for his girlfriend Molly, who for some unknown reason, always gave her dirty looks and/or a snide comment when they passed each other in the hallway. However, Molly's boyfriend was another matter altogether.
His fit body, attractive face, and, by the screams of his girlfriend, a 'big fat cock', sent Julie into a fantasy land where it was her he was screwing, and not Molly. If only I could find a nice guy like that, she had told herself repeatedly. But, with friends, family, working out, and long work hours, I just don't have the time, she rationalized
Yet, of course, it was all lies. The lies people tell themselves every day when they don't want to do something. In truth, every moment she touched herself, wild, filthy fantasies of the guy next door played out.
This fuck session is gonna go on for another hour, she estimated in frustration. And I have to get up for work tomorrow morning.
Annoyed and tired, she begrudgingly tossed the blankets off. She stood up and put on a silk bathrobe with a sash, tying it around her slender waist. THIS TIME, I will have to tell them to keep it down, she decided, reluctantly determined. She was kind of embarrassed to have to tell them she could hear them being 'intimate' and anticipated the impeding conversation,
Yes, I can hear you along with your loudmouth girlfriend fucking!
OK, maybe I'll exclude that part.
She put on some bunny slippers before going next door at 11:00 at night.
She hesitated with a sigh as she bit her lip and held her hand up to knock.
What if he answers the door naked?
Then I will just drag him back to my apartment and fuck his damn brains out, she mused to herself. I would really like to be fucked senseless too.
She shook her head, attempting to erase the filthy ideas like an etch a sketch with zero luck.
Finally, she rapped, ever so lightly, so half-hearted, it was almost like she was the one disturbing them. After several moments passed she was about to give up when the door opened. There he was, the guy named Jake, also wearing a bathrobe staring at her with a slight turn of the head and a questioning, yet friendly look on his face. She felt her heart beating faster as she became hotter at the sight of him. He wasn't sure if someone had been there or if it was just his imagination.
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. How could she tell them she heard every grunt, groan, and dirty word she ever knew and some she didn't, desperately moaned by his girlfriend? You know if you get tired of banging your girlfriend, I'm just right next door, she considered saying in jest.
"Is there something you need?" He asked calmly.
If someone interrupted me while I was making love, I'd be a little angry, she reflected. It made the situation all the harder. Why couldn't you be just a little bit of a jerk, she wondered, irritated.
Ultimately, she sighed and discovered the words she was seeking. "Could you please keep the noise down?" she expressed as nicely as she could.
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know you could hear that," he confided with an apologetic look "I will turn it down," he assured her.
"Thank you I appreciate...wait...what? Turn what down?" she looked at him bewildered.
"It's from my big screen T.V," he admitted bashfully. Puzzled, she furrowed her brow and craned her head to chance a look inside.
"What..? No, I know that woman's 'voice' anywhere," she argued. Driven to find the key to unlock this mystery, she lightly pushed him back into his apartment, then closed the door behind her That's a stupid thing to lie about. Just say, 'Sorry. I'll put a gag in her mouth and we will try to be quiet,' she thought.
She expected to find his naked, or at least half-naked, girlfriend concealed somewhere in his place, only to discover she was nowhere to be found. She checked the bedroom, bathroom, living room, and even the closet. At last, she looked up at the soundless big screen T.V. and did a double-take.
There he was on T.V with his girlfriend Molly, in the throes of passion. Not making tender love, just fornicating like savage animals in heat. From a side view Molly on all fours while Jake pounded into her from behind. His big, thick cock going almost all the way in then almost all the way out again. With her mouth open in awe, Julie watched like a deer in the headlights, unable to move.
I wished it was me. She caught herself fantasizing once more with her body heating up in arousal. Suddenly, the picture went black.
Julie had to hold her tongue before she blurted out, Hey! I was watching that!
Behind her, Jake was holding the remote in his hand while trying to reiterate his atonement. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were going to come in. You probably didn't want to see that," he acknowledged in obvious discomfort.
Oh, you, poor, sweet man. Your cock is all I have desired to see, not to mention feel, for months, she yearned to confess.
Yet, again these desires went unspoken. Knowing the preview was over she turned her attention to him. "Was that you?" She asked with curiosity.
"Yeah," he voiced shyly, "a few weeks ago, my girlfriend suggested we make a home movie since our work schedules don't allow us to be together much. Whenever we were missing each other, we could watch this," he explained. It suddenly hit her, Molly should have been here. She should have returned from work by now. "Where is Molly?" She found herself asking.
"She left me," he admitted sadly, "that's why I was watching this. I miss her."
She was trying not to smile at this, seeing that he was currently single. Nevertheless, she also felt bad for him. "Why would she do that?" she asked, as she feigned concern.
"Well," he stated, "because of you."
A shocked look fell over her face, followed by a stunned, "WHAT?"
"I think that I owe you the whole truth, now that you're here. Molly was under the impression that I was cheating on her while she was at work. That is why she was always rude to you. I tried to tell her nothing was happening between us," he confessed.
Julie wished, If only... She attempted to conceal her passions by acting surprised, "an affair? Why would she believe that?"
The only one who wasn't envisioning me and him having sex is him, it seems, she complained to herself.
After what seemed like a whole minute, he hesitantly continued with a guilty tone, "she caught me staring at your ass when you dropped your keys on Friday."
"You were staring at my ass?" She asked, pleased. "I'm in the gym every damn day making sure you could bounce a quarter off of it. I really can't blame you for looking," she said honestly.
