People usually wake up from the blaring sound of alarm they set the night before, or from the crowing of a rooster telling them it is the start of a new day. Sometimes it could be the honking of a Black Volkswagen being driven by an angry businessman trying to get to work in time after hours of nagging with his wife, or after having an intense love-making session with his mistress the previous night, and he probably lost track of time.
I usually wake up to the moaning sounds of my next-door neighbour; Charlotte. Every day, she was always with someone new and last night, she fucked a girl named Audrey. How did I know that? That’s because she wouldn’t shut up about it as she kept on moaning her name and went on about how beautiful her auburn hair looked when she grabbed it.
I was just about to get out of bed and make my way to the kitchen to prepare myself a piping hot cup of coffee to begin my day when I heard her beg this one to fuck her hard and go deeper.
“Fuckkkkk…” Charlotte screamed and let out a moan after and I guessed that the guy gave her what she wanted.
“That’s my girl. Take it like a good girl…” The guy said.
I rolled my eyes and wondered what this one’s name was cause he sounded like a Fred to me. With sleepy eyes, I forcibly dragged myself to the kitchen and met my younger sister there.
“You look awful!” She said as she eyed me from up to toe.
“Good morning to you too, Frida.”
I sat on the dining chair and she poured me a cup of coffee, and I took my precious time savouring the smell and the taste.
“Ahhhh… Yes…”
We both heard Charlotte moan.
“Your neighbour is at it again. I wonder who it is this time.” Frida sneered.
“I bet it’s a Fred. He sounded like one.”
She glared at me when I said that as her eyes asked me lots of questions.
“Don’t ask me how I know that,” I said. I also didn’t know, it was just a guess.
About a year ago, I relocated from the busy and bubbling city of New York as I wanted to start my life afresh, and a quiet place was all I needed to begin my brand new life. Colorado seemed like the perfect place to do some reflection, and the agency told me this was the perfect house to rent, but I was a fool for believing.
After making full payment for three years, I realized it was all a big mistake. Charlotte’s moans woke me up daily and wouldn’t let me concentrate and when I laid a complaint, she told me to either move out of the house or bear with it.
I also remember she told me to switch the doors and windows to noise-proof if I couldn’t live with her moans and the wildest thing she told me was if I ever felt lonely and horny from the sounds of her ass clapping, I was always free to join her and have the time of my life.
I was stunned by her words, but I did neither of those things. I couldn’t move out of the house because I had no money as the agency told me strictly before I made payment that there wasn’t going to be any refund. And neither could I afford to buy a noise-proof door or window not to talk of five or more, so I had no choice but to bear with it.
It soon began to look normal to me and I was slowly getting used to it. Every morning, Charlotte was either fucking a man, a woman and sometimes both at the same time. My favourite one was with the Brazilian guy she had sex with who lived along the street. What I loved about it was the way he moaned. It was so sexy and hot that I almost considered her offer about joining her if I ended up feeling lonely and horny. I couldn’t do it and ended up fingering my wet and drippy pussy to the sound of him banging hard on her pussy.
My least favourite was with Mr Ramesh, the married Indian man whose family runs a convenience store just outside the house. He made so much noise that morning that I had to use my noise-cancelling headphones so as not to listen to his terrible screams. I remember him giving me side-eyes when I went to buy groceries the next day after he found out I lived next door to Charlotte and I was home the day he happened to have cheated on his poor wife by fucking the neighbourhood whore.
I sipped on my coffee as I reminisced on those days, and watched Frida as she got ready to go to her daily violin lessons. She has grown so much. Frida struggled to button up her white shirt and what was on my mind was why she decided to dress up in the kitchen.
“If it can’t enter, don’t force it. We will go shopping when you get back.” I said.
She refused to listen to me and continued struggling with the shirt until the button came loose and it flew past me, all the way to the living room.
“I told you not to force it. It almost hit me.” I screamed. Frida didn’t seem sorry a bit and scoffed.
“You are just jealous that my boobs are bigger than yours,” she said and ran off to her bedroom.
“Excuse me…” I snapped.
My hands reached for my boobs and I felt them. They weren’t big enough, but they were moderate at least. I wasn’t jealous or anything, I was just concerned.
Frida came out minutes later with a baggy shirt on her body.
“Bye, sis,” she said as though she didn’t just call me jealous a while back.
“Hold on. Do you know where my noise-cancelling headphones are?” I asked. Charlotte was still going on with her screams and I needed to concentrate on the new artwork I was working on.
“Nope. Have fun!”
She banged the door on her way out and the house would have been quiet if Charlotte would just shut up. I stood up to lock the door and went to look for my headphones.
How long was she going to have sex? They have been at it for over ten minutes. I searched the entire house for my headphones but still couldn’t find it.
“Where is it?”
I was about to lose my freaking mind from Charlotte’s moans and I couldn’t just go knock on her door and tell her to shut up, she would get the wrong idea.
I still couldn’t find the headphones and gave up on searching for it, I just had to bear with it.
I stared hard at the blank canvas as I tried to picture what to draw in my mind. The only image that appeared to me was that of a naked woman with fiery red hair, while one hand held her hair in place, the other cupped both her breasts but it didn’t cover much.
I cupped my breasts with both hands and felt them as Frida’s words echoed in my head.
“Billy loved them…” I blurted out and when I realized what I said, a tear fell from my eye. I hadn’t thought about it in a long time, so why now?
“Choke me daddy… Just like that… Yeahhh…”
I imagined myself in Charlotte’s position, getting rammed by Billy. His big and muscular hands on my neck as he tells me to take his dick like a good little girl.
“Yessss…” I moaned. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was driven mad by pleasure and I wanted to fuck something; anything.
I took off my shorts and my panties and fantasised about Billy. I dipped my fingers slowly into my wet pussy and fucked myself just as how Billy would.
“Mmmm… yesssssss… Fuck me harder…” I heard Charlotte moan and that turned me on even more.
I could hear the sound of his dick thrusting in and out of her, and I could hear the sound of him banging her pussy hard as she begged for it, I could hear everything and I was completely aroused.
I dipped my fingers deeper into my pussy and closed my eyes, and imagined Billy fucking me that way.
“Ahhhhh… Yes, Billy… Fuck me harder… This pussy is all yours…”
I moaned so loud that I didn’t mind if they could hear me. It didn’t matter cause I was having the best time of my life.
“Do you want me to cum in your pussy?” I heard him ask Charlotte.
“Yes. I want you to cum in my pussy. Cum in my pussy, daddy…”
His pounding got intense and I picked up the pace and fingered my pussy faster and deeper. Shit! I was about to cum.
“Fuck… I am about to cum…” I heard him say and I smiled at the thought of us cumming at the same time.
I widened my legs more as I imagined his semen flowing inside me and I lost my mind.
Fred moaned so loud and so did Charlotte, and I covered my mouth with my other hand so they wouldn’t hear me moan.
I heaved heavily trying to catch my breath. The Brazilian guy used to be my favourite, but this one is now my new favourite. The way he moaned, the way he spoke to Charlotte, the way he made me feel like he was having sex with me and not Charlotte, and how he made me think about Billy; my ex-boyfriend.
I didn’t know his name, only that I called him Fred even though I wasn’t sure that was his actual name. I have never been eager and curious about Charlotte’s one-timers before, so why now? I was never curious about the Latina babe she fucked about a month ago, neither was I about the Brazilian guy, so why now?
I listened closely for any form of noise or sound in her apartment but there was nothing. No sound, it was quiet. What was happening in there?
My curiosity grew more as I stared at the blank canvas and wondered if inspiration would come if I caught a glimpse of his face.
I needed to find an excuse to go see Charlotte, I couldn’t just knock on her door for no reason. I stood up to make myself a second cup of coffee for the day and noticed that we already run out.
“Well, would you look at that!” I exclaimed. This was perfect. I could go ask Charlotte to give me coffee and knowing her, she would want to make it for me right there in her apartment and have me drink it while we gist.
My face beamed with excitement as I skipped to the living room and Charlotte’s doorstep. I knocked slightly on her door and waited some seconds for a response but no one answered. I tried it again, but it was still the same.
I was nervous and worried about her. Was everything okay in there?
“Charlotte? It’s me, Amanda, please open up.” I spoke softly but audible enough for her to have heard me, but it was still the same result.
I leaned on the door and placed my ear to pick out any form of sound, but there was nothing like that.
“I am coming in now, Charlotte.”
I didn’t even know if it was opened but as I turned the door handle, it opened. I peeped inside to see if anyone was there, but there was no one.
I entered inside and called out to her.
“Charlotteeee?!”
No response.
Oh well! I guess I should look around to see if everything was okay with Charlotte. Even though I was extremely worried about her, I still didn’t forget the main reason for coming here and that was to check out Mr Hottie.
But what if something happened to Charlotte? What if he did something terrible to her? What if he…?
I couldn’t keep these thoughts from going away and I instantly became anxious. I searched her house, worried that something gruesome might have happened.
“Come on, Charlotte. Where are you?” I murmured, and the possibility of Hot Guy being a killer made my stomach turn.
I passed her bedroom door and found it slightly open. Were they in there? There was only one way to find out.
I could hear the rushing of water coming from the bathroom and I was scared to open it. What if it was the Hot guy that was in there taking a shower?
I smirked.
There wouldn’t be any harm in him pinning me against the bathroom wall and whispering in my ears how naughty I was to come have a look, and him telling me my punishment was going to be a hot sex.
“Gosh, I sound like a creep.”
And I look like a creep for entering into my neighbor’s house unannounced too.
“Charlotte?”
I heard someone say. Oh my gosh! Was that the hot guy? I didn’t hear him leave the bathroom or the sound of water turning off. I must have been so immersed in my thoughts.
I gulped. He thinks I am Charlotte. This is bad. I should turn to face him and explain myself.
“I…”
“You’re back sooner than expected. I hope you don’t mind that I used your bathroom,” he said.
His voice made me weak in my knees and he didn’t even do anything to me. I froze when I heard him getting closer to me.
All of a sudden, I felt strong arms hold my waist, and I couldn’t feel my legs as his hot breath tickled my neck. He was close to me, too close.
I shuddered when he kissed my neck gently and as he did, I felt something huge poke my waist. Wait… Was that his…?
“How about we go another round?” he whispered in my ear.
“Yesss…” I replied weakly.
How did he not notice that I wasn’t Charlotte? Even though we had the same hair colour, he should have been able to spot the difference. I was nowhere close to looking like her. If I got caught now, I was going to die from embarrassment. What will I say to him?
‘Oh, hey. I thought you were a serial killer and was so concerned about the well-being of my neighbour that I had to come to check if everything was okay. Or, I was so curious about who you were cause you made me remember my ex-boyfriend and I want you to have sex with me?’
He will freak out if he finds out.
“Wait…”
I stopped him the moment I felt his hands touch my breasts. I turned around slowly with my eyes closed unable to face him.
“I am sorry, but I am not Charlotte. I was…”
“Amanda…”
How did he know my name? I opened my eyes slowly and my countenance fell when I saw his face.
Oh my gosh.
“Billy?”
It was him. It is him. Why was he here? What was he doing here? Hot guy is Billy? This was bad. I masturbated to my ex pounding my neighbour.
“Why are you here?”
I frowned and pushed passed him to leave this room and this house. I couldn’t believe this.
“Amanda. Please hold on.”
“This is ridiculous. I shouldn’t even be here.” I said as I hurried my steps to leave Charlotte’s bedroom.
He got ahead of me and shut the door so that I wouldn’t leave.
“Get out,” I ordered but he didn’t budge. Instead, he crossed his arms and his dick wiggled. I stared at him and my legs felt weak again.
“I just want to talk to you,” he said.
What was there to talk about? He broke up with me to the point where I couldn’t handle the heartbreak and I had to move to another city just so I could avoid him.
“Are you stalking me? What do you want? Why did you have to appear now?” I asked, almost close to tearing up.
“I just want to talk to you, Amanda.”
“There is nothing to talk about, Billy. You just fucked my neighbour and I heard everything.”
There was so much pain in my voice. He spoke to her as he did to me whenever we had sex. Of course, I was hurt.
“Is someone jealous?” he teased. With a smirk planted on his face, he began to move closer towards me.
“Fuck off, dude.”
Yes, I was jealous.
“Amanda…”
I wasn’t thinking when I did it. I went on my tiptoes, grabbed his neck and kissed him hard. I missed him, I did and right now, I wanted him to fuck me senseless.
His erect dick was poking my stomach this time around and a smile crept on my face as I continued to kiss him.
“Fuckkkkk. I miss you so much, Amanda,” he said after we broke our kiss. He stared deep into my eyes and licked his lips.
“Fuck me.” I blurted out.
“What…? What are you saying?”
“Just shut up and fuck me.”
I haven’t had sex for over a year now and I needed it badly. The thought of him fucking me in this room where he recently just had sex with Charlotte turned me on like crazy.
“I…”
He held my neck and kissed me before I could finish my sentence.
“Have you forgotten what I told you?” he smirked, and I could sense something naughty was about to happen.
I shook my head after and he chuckled.
“You beg me to fuck you.”
I smiled when he reminded me. How could I have forgotten?
“Please… Fuck me, Billy. I want you inside me. No, I need you. Fuck me so good that I come back begging for more of you.”
Fuck me so good to make up for all these years. Take me inside you like you did to Charlotte, even more than you did to her.
“Good girl!”
I bit on my lower lips and he pulled me closer to him and kissed me. I eagerly undressed myself as he kissed me and we both lay on Charlotte’s bed.
His bare and naked body was on top of me as he stared at my body that he once fucked and owned.
“You still look amazing.”
I smiled as I had patiently waited for this day to come.
His fingers drew circles on my stomach, teasing me and I moaned loudly. I could feel his hands going down slowly as I anticipate the pleasure from him rubbing my clit or fingering my pussy.
I felt it. It was a light tap but it still caused me to shiver, but I wanted more than that. I wanted him inside me.
“You’re wet already, you naughty girl.”
I moaned when he called me that.
His fingers rammed into my pussy and I moaned loudly. I thought I had prepared my mind for it but I was wrong.
“Let me show you a good time,” he whispered in my ears as he continued fingering my wet pussy.
I moaned continuously, but I wanted more.
“Please fuck me, Billy. Fuck me.” I begged, my pussy pulsating.
He held his dick in his hand before inserting his hard and erect dick inside my wet and moist pussy. He removed it again just for him to only insert his dick cap and after a few seconds, he rammed into me and I let out a big gasp.
“Your pussy has been craving Daddy’s cock.”
He flicked my nipples and I moaned so loud from the intense pleasure I was feeling.
This was too much.
“Yesss… It has been wanting daddy’s big cock to pound me…”
“Whose pussy is this?” he asked as he pounded my pussy good.
“Your…”
He pulled out of me completely before I could finish and slammed into me back.
“Ahhhh… Your daddy… This pussy belongs to you…”
“Fuck, Amanda. You are so sweetttt. I am about to cum…”
He was about to cum? Was it because…?
“Ahhhhh… Fuck me harder, Billy… Fuck me harder…”
“You want me to cum in this pussy?”
“Yesss…”
“Beg meeeeeee…”
“I wandh yuuu to cum inshide thisss phushyy…”
“Beg me like you mean it.”
I couldn’t speak properly. This was too much for me to take. I was loving every bit of this.
“I want you to cum inside my pussy. I want your big cock to cum inside my wet pussy. I want every load of your semen inside me…” I managed to say.
“Good girl…”
I moaned so loud when he called me that I could feel myself about to cum.
“I am about to cum…” I announced halfway through my moans.
His strokes got harder and faster than before and I grabbed a fist ball of bedsheet.
“Yesssssss…”
“You are so sweet. Just like that… Take it like a good girl…”
“Fuck Amanda. I am about to cum…”
The thought of his semen inside me made me lose my mind. I could feel it, we were both about to release at the same time.
“Fuckkkkk…”
He moaned so loud and he busted inside me.
“Oh, yesssssss. Ahhhhh…”
We were both panting for air as he laid down beside me and cuddled me. He stroked gently on my hair and I couldn’t help but smile.
I looked around and wondered where Charlotte went. How would she react if she saw me with him?
“Let’s get off here,” he suddenly said and I stared at him.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
We both put on our clothes as quickly as possible so as not to get caught by Charlotte, wherever she was.
With his arms locked in mine, we both dashed to my apartment to pick up where we left off.
