1. The Guy Next Door - Part One


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    to block out the sounds from next door and continued unpacking, trying to forget what I’d heard. Cooper’s private life was none of my business. We were just neighbours. He could do whatever he wanted. As far I knew, he was just having sex with his girlfriend. It had nothing to do with me, I decided stoically, my hands trembling as I unpacked cutlery. *** She wasn’t his girlfriend. Or maybe she was and he was cheating on her. Either way, the next Saturday rolled around and the girl whose voice came through the wall was definitely not the same as the previous week’s. She sounded totally different. Cooper sounded exactly the same. Different words, yes, but the way he talked, the unhesitant arrogance, was identical to the week before. I listened without quite deciding to. I’d declined an offer to go out with the girls from work and in the solitude of my own company, I found myself unable to stop eavesdropping on what was going on. It sounded so hot. Awful, I know, but so, so hot. I’d always been unquestionably vanilla in all of my relationships. I didn’t get off on pain or shame or being dominated. But sitting with my back against the wall and hearing what Cooper was doing to this girl made me appallingly wet. I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of my sensible underwear and came listening to them. I knew I should be ashamed. It was an awful thing – eavesdropping, almost voyeurism. Listening to people have sex! I was supposed to be a smart, well-mannered young woman. But I ...
    wasn’t. Something about the debased sounds from Cooper’s apartment had me addicted. I went through the motions of the working week unable to stop thinking about the next Saturday. It was always a different girl. That was the thing that heightened my morbid curiosity the most. Different girls, different voices, different sounds. Always on a Saturday night. I wondered who they were, where he found them, what made them agree to hook up with him. He was attractive, sure. Tall, dark hair and a half-smile always somewhere on the edge of his mouth. But looks weren’t everything, surely? Did he know that I knew? He didn’t seem to. Every time I saw him he was the same as always; polite, funny, almost charming. Could a person really have two sides? It was like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Mr Cooper Hyde. The irony wasn’t lost on me. *** We lived so close to one another, it was impossible to not get to know him. I knew what time his alarm went off in the morning, which takeaway he ordered pizza from. I began to recognise the aftershave he wore. If he was out, I took in deliveries from him. He was a regular neighbour in so many ways. When there was a power cut, he gave me a torch and candles. I once bought a painting and he carried it out of the back of the cab and into my apartment without being asked. The next day he came around with a hammer and nails and put it up for me. I was flummoxed. I wanted to hate him. I tried not to talk to him too much but as the weeks wore on, he became more and ...
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