"Ugh. UNGH! Oh, FUCK!" The cacophony on the other side of Thea's wall grew ever louder. The sound of a headboard smacking against the wall mingled with the screams of her neighbor's girl of the week. She could tell this one was new because of the pitch of her moaning.
Thea tented her pillow over her head and tried to drown it out. She knew far too much about her neighbor's sex life, thanks to the thin walls separating the units in her complex. She was three months into her six-month lease, so she'd gotten acquainted with the voices of lots of Jordan's partners during that time. He'd never formally introduced himself, but she couldn't help but learn his name from how loudly and how often she heard it at night.
Thea and Jordan hadn't really spoken, beyond exchanging awkward glances in the laundry room, but he had left a welcome note with a bar of chocolate in her mailbox when she moved in. In retrospect, this gesture could have been his way of apologizing in advance for the noise. Industrial-grade earplugs would have been a better housewarming gift.
"Oh fuck, Jordan, I'm coming! Oh, please, right there, don't stop!"
Instead of a climax, Thea heard an agonizing cry of frustration when he did, in fact, stop, leaving his unseen partner on the edge of an orgasm. The bed squeaked as they seemingly changed positions, and the moaning died down into a desperate whimper as he teased her, the slowed tempo of his thrusts denying her release. The headboard thudded a slower cadence and the girl's whining bubbled through the wall.
Thea wondered if Jordan knew he was torturing two girls at once. Torture by sleep deprivation was a fucking war crime, for Christ's sake.
"I could do this all night, babe," he grunted. "Your pussy is so. damn. good." Thea heard girl of the week squeal as he punctuated these last words with three deep thrusts inside her. That was the last fucking straw.
"Oh noyoufuckingdon't," Thea muttered through gritted teeth. In a grumpy huff she flounced out of bed. She pulled a pink cardigan tightly around the oversized tee she was wearing as a sleep dress, and shoved her feet into her slides. Her mousy brown hair was piled high into a messy bun and she had tall white athletic socks pulled up over her knees. She stomped over to the next door in the carpeted hallway and pounded on it with her fist. The racket suddenly subsided.
"Come in!" Jordan called out brightly after a few seconds.
Thea froze. She was expecting him to come to the door, not to beckon her inside. She pushed the door open and nearly tripped over a pile of clothes by the entrance, stumbling a few steps before catching herself. Steadying herself against the wall, she took a deep breath to recover the angry energy she needed to confront her neighbor as she rounded the corner.
Jordan was sitting casually at his table. He was alone and evidently nude, at least from the waist up. Beads of sweat clung to his flushed forehead. Scattered tattoos of hearts and stars, frogs and cats, pot leaves and names of both men and women all made up a mosaic of spontaneous decisions and questionable judgement across the canvas of his skin. He ran his hand through his dirty blond curls and smiled at Thea. The expression conveyed warmth and a little mischief.
"Hey, neighbor. Everything okay? It's kind of late to stop in for a bowl of sugar..."
Thea snorted. "Yeah, you're damn right it's late. Where's your friend? I know you haven't been making all this noise on your own."
Jordan bit his lip and exhaled.
"Oh. Uh, yeah..." His eyes slid coyly from the left side of the room to the right as if scanning for her. "I think she's uh... She's a bit busy right now, actually." Thea heard a faint wet sucking noise followed by a muted gag and her jaw dropped as she slowly put the pieces together.
"Oh, my fucking God. Are you getting your dick sucked right in front of me?!" she exclaimed. She pinched the bridge of her nose and averted her eyes.
Jordan chuckled and shrugged. Thea noticed in her peripheral vision that his other hand was moving under the table, guiding something back and forth. He relaxed backwards into his seat with a lazy satisfaction.
Thea had never understood people with exhibitionist tendencies like this. To her, intimacy had always been a private thing. Having so little shame as to give or receive a blowjob out in the open -in front of a stranger!- was inconceivable to her.
"What is even going on right now?" she demanded incredulously. "You're seriously not even gonna stop fucking to have this conversation with me?"
"I'm sorry, I'm, uh... confused," Jordan mumbled, pushing a lock of hair out of his eyes with an expression of mock boyish innocence. "D'you want us to wrap this up sooner or not? If I stopped to answer the door then it would take a while to get going again and..." he sighed and his eyes rolled back in bliss as the girl under the table continued to service his cock. Her gagging became more pronounced as he gripped her hair and forced it further down her throat.
Thea threw her hands up in frustration.
"Look man, it isn't my business what you do on your own time. I just don't understand why it has to be so loud. I have
never
once, in my life, felt compelled to scream as loud as the noises I hear coming from here on a regular fucking basis."
Jordan squinted at her admission then tutted sympathetically.
"Aw really? That's kinda sad. Every cute girl deserves the kind of sex that makes you scream. What do you think, babe?" He lifted the tablecloth to peek under the table, and a nude blonde girl with a bashful smile finally emerged, wiping her mouth, and straddled his lap. Her face was flushed a sweaty pink, matching the hue of her pierced nipples, and she had tight, toned abs below an elegant floral sternum tattoo. Wide hips and thick athletic legs completed her petite, pear-shaped frame. She rested her arms across Jordan's shoulders affectionately, and glanced at Thea.
"I'm sorry for bein' a nuisance," she said. Her tone was more playful than remorseful. "If I could be any quieter I really would. This guy just has the magic touch."
Jordan walked his fingers down her bare back. His other hand gripped the dramatic flare of her hip.
"That's really sweet of you, babygirl, but there's nothing magic about it," he said. "I just like to make pretty girls feel good. Has no one truly ever made you feel so good you couldn't help but scream, Thea?"
Thea blushed bright red and stepped backwards defensively as the couple both set their eyes on her.
