1. The Guy Next Door - Part Three


    Date: 9/23/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 38, Source: LushStories

    of something to do but drew a blank. Mechanically, I went through into the kitchen and opened cupboards, trying to find something to eat. I wasn’t hungry. I made a cup of strong coffee and figured it might stop the churning in my stomach. It didn’t. Nine o’clock came and went. I straightened a picture on the wall and half-heartedly, flicked through a gossip magazine. I could so easily go and knock on Cooper’s door. So what if it meant he won? Did it really matter when all I really wanted was to get fucked? I was half-considering it when I heard his door slam shut and then the low sound of his voice. A soft voice replying. A girl. Oh. My. God. I glared at the ceiling. We were back to square one, me listening through the wall while he fucked his way through some random slut. Already, he was at it and I could have sworn he was being louder to taunt me. Who the hell was she? How had she arrived so fast? Did he have some kind of database of every whore in the city? It made no sense to me. My legs moved towards the infamous wall and all too soon I was sitting against it, not even having to make an effort to hear the sounds that floated through. “ Oh – please. Please! Just don’t – no – let me – oh my god !” It had been barely five minutes and she was already begging. I would have rolled my eyes had it not been so infuriatingly hot. In my mind, I knew what I was doing was stupid. I should have gone out, or listened to some music, read a book, or watched a rerun of Revenge . I knew ...
    all of this. I knew Cooper was trying to rile me, trying to coerce some kind of reaction out of me but I didn’t care. It was impossible for me not to listen. It just sounded so – so – addictive. And to think that I had been there; I had experienced life on the other side of the wall. God, why hadn’t I just let him fuck me? It wasn’t a big deal. Sex didn’t matter to anyone anymore. Celibacy and chastity were concepts as old fashioned as the words themselves. Hooking up with a neighbour wasn’t a bad thing, especially if the neighbour was anything like Cooper Hyde. “ I’ll be good, I’ll be so – so good .” Her voice was a plaintive plea. He laughed. My god, the bastard laughed. “ Of course you will. Get against the wall .” My wall. Of course it would be my wall. I pressed my ear closer. “ On your tiptoes. Nice – and – tight .” I could hear her breathing. Every shortened breath, every gasp and half-moan. She sounded almost afraid. It was so close. Both of them were so close. “ Legs wider. Higher. God. Do you even want this ?” She moved hurriedly, wordlessly giving him her answer and finally he seemed satisfied. Then it began. The building rhythm, skin against skin, her cries like he was making her work for it – probably pulling her hair – and his occasional grunt. I was dripping like an ice-cream cone in the desert. I didn’t dare touch myself. What if I lost it and they heard? It went on, on, and she came three, maybe four times. Cooper didn’t come. So he had rules for me but not for ...
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