Back in July of 1994, I moved into an apartment in the Robinwood Complex. Robinwood used to really be a nice place to live - At least it did when I was delivering pizzas ten years ago. The woodsy area at one time attracted people with well paying jobs and few kids. In the last few years, more and more college aged kids started living there and the place became a drug haven where it seemed that they were always having some kind of drug parties.
My downstairs neighbor, Greg, was most of the problem. He had a stereo that consistently shook even the plants hanging from my ceiling upstairs. A couple of times, I had to go down there and ask him to turn it down. I didn't want to get on his bad side, though. Greg was a really cute young man of 19 and I liked having him pay attention to me.
Because he was 19, Greg could not afford to pay the rent on his own. Marty, a friend and a co-worker at the same restaurant where Greg worked, moved in to help pay the expenses. Marty was not quite as good looking as Greg, but young meat is young meat. He had one of those nice tight little bodies bulging with muscles - the kind where you can overlook a lack of facial beauty for a basket that won't quit.
Anyway, it was about 11 PM one night when I heard a commotion in the hallway. The neighbor lady staggered in, drunk and stoned. She was a screwed up mess of a welfare mom. Usually drunk and/ or stoned, she had the reputation for fucking everything in sight. I walked out into the hallway and saw Greg come out of the apartment.
"Got anything to duhhhh drink? " she slurred.
"Yeah, come one in. Brad - you wanna join us?" Greg asked.
"Sure. Let me grab my bottle".
I grabbed the old Texas Fifth of Jack Daniels and a couple of cans of coke. I also brought along my only straight porn movie, Deepthroat Greg's apartment reeked of reefer. I noticed that Marty was sitting on one of the two couches and that he was wearing white sweat pants. He looked hot!
I grabbed a few glasses and poured some of the JD and coke. The dumb cunt was drunk out of her mind and sat on Greg's lap. She was slurring on and on about something about her boyfriend. Greg, meanwhile, was playing with here tits. She would occasionally slap his hand, but overall, seemed to like the groping. I noticed that Marty was looking at her with a sense of longing. I knew that he wanted to bury his wad in there stinking slut's twat.
After a little more liquor, Greg got up, grabbed her hand, and with no resistance, took her into his bedroom. I popped the movie into the VCR. Before the action even started, Marty and I started hearing moans in the bedroom. I put the VCR on pause and we listened to the noise for a moment.
