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The Guy Next Door - Part Three

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

ominously like the beginnings of an earthquake. Three goddamn girls. In one goddamn night. Who the fuck did he think he was? I took a deep breath. I counted to ten. Everything was fine. Everything was calm. “ Oh, wait! I kinda – I think I need to - pee .” Slap . “ You should have gone before you got here. Get on your knees .” Rage clawed at my faltering limits. I fought it back. Paced up and down the bedroom. I cracked open the window and lay perfectly still on my bed. With my free hand, I scrabbled in the drawer of my bedside cabinet for the vibrator I kept there. Just one orgasm. A quick one. And then I’d go to sleep. My fingers sifted blindly through hair pins and hand cream and scraps of paper and coins. The sex was getting louder, nastier, he was being rougher, and she was being whinier and – and – where the fuck was my vibrator? I switched on the lamp and scanned the contents of the drawer. No vibrator. Nothing. But instead, there was something else. A leaflet I’d never seen before. I lifted it out numbly and could have sworn I detected a hint of Mr Hyde’s aftershave. Emblazoned across the front of the glossy flyer were the following words: Help is at hand. SEX REHAB. Mondays – 7PM @ the old WMC, Princess Road. All welcome. For the first time, I decided that the word bastard was grossly overused. It should be saved for special cases. Such as that of Cooper bastard Hyde. Bastard. BASTARD. I glared at the leaflet. I scrabbled through the drawer one last time, just in ... case. No. Nothing. I got up and stormed into the living room. It was almost one in the morning. I wasn’t tired but I was furious. He was despicable. He was disgusting. He deserved to get every STD the world had ever known. I glared at the wall. I glared at the sex rehab leaflet. I snatched up the lube and handcuffs he’d left on my pristine coffee table and marched the few metres to his flat, pressing my finger to the buzzer and holding it there. The noise inside descended into a hurried commotion and two minutes later, Cooper threw open the door, leaning one arm against the frame. “Oh. Hey, neighbour,” he said guilelessly. He was breathing hard. All he wore was a pair of boxer shorts and his entire body was covered in perspiration. “Don’t ‘hey, neighbour’ me! Some of us need to fucking sleep,” I snapped. “You are so goddamn shameless!” Cooper was unperturbed. He glanced over his shoulder. “You scared Julie away. She thought it was her husband. She ran out of the fire escape.” “I don’t care!” I threw the lube and handcuffs past him with unnecessary force. “It’s after fucking midnight!” He glanced back at me. “And you’re still awake. Why is that, may I ask?” I glared at him. “Because I can’t sleep with this fucking riot going on!” I held up the leaflet. “And is this your idea of a joke? My god, you are so arrogant! You can’t come into my flat and do this! You’re the one who needs help, okay?” He reached out, grabbed my wrist and pulled me abruptly into his apartment, shutting the ...