Good walls make good neighbors, Part 1 - Sex Stories

Good walls make good neighbors, Part 1

... down quietly. As Angela’s breaths quieted, I heard a woman’s voice say, “You have a delicious cunt.” “Suck me some more.” “No, it’s your turn.” I heard a body rearrange itself on the bed and a sucking sound started near my head. Soon another sucking sound started further down, and as a steady rhythm built up I stroked myself to visions of Angela taking my cock from behind as she sucked off Kate. I soon spewed vigorously, and I heard a creak on the bed and a voice near my hips say, “What was that?” “God, Darlene, I’m close!” The slurping resumed and in a sudden flurry of squeaks I heard first Angela’s voice and then Darlene’s in loud moans. Their climaxes soon ended and I lay there as quietly as I could, cum drying on my belly and my cock semi-hard. After a few minutes I heard kissing and slurping start again from both directions, and as they whispered instructions and words of lust to each other, I thrust upwards again and drained myself for the night. As I reached down for my shirt, they climaxed again. A body shifted and Darlene’s voice joined Angela’s near my head. “You’re good,” she said. “Oh, that was great,” Angela replied. They kissed for a while and then Darlene said, “Who’s next door?” “My neighbor.” “Boy or girl?” “Oh, he’s a boy all right.” She raised her voice a little, “I don’t like him listening to us.” “I do. He’s sweet. He’s like my own harmless ghost watching over me.” “I don’t like people listening to us.” “You didn’t mind your damn roommate listening to ...

... us.” After a pause, “I don’t like men listening to us.” I laughed and stood up, and as I left the bedroom I thought I could hear a quiet “Thank you.” I slept on the couch. That weekend I slept alone, with no one next door, and I saved up my spunk for my Monday bout with Kate, who was flattered and exhausted by my prowess. We 69ed for an hour, two orgasms for me and three for her, before I fucked her twice for another hour; only one of my orgasms was inspired by thoughts of Angela. That night too my neighbor was out. Tuesday night she was home, and our usual rendezvous occurred. The next morning I left about 10 to spend some time reading in my favorite coffee shop. A few minutes after I had arrived and sat down I saw Angela come in. As I raised my eyebrows she saw me and smiled with a slight blush, and I waved her over and asked, “May I buy you a cup of coffee?” “That would be lovely,” she replied with a smile, and after I did so we chatted for a couple of hours. She was a college senior studying history; she worked irregular hours at the library; she loved to cook and swim. She hinted that she had seen me leave and followed me. Our conversation was enjoyable and entirely non-sexual and we made a fast acquaintance; only at the very end did either of us allude to our odd relationship. “I hope I didn’t keep you awake with all the noise last Friday.” I smiled quickly and replied, “It was hard at first, but I got off easily enough.” She smiled in return and said, “I’m glad my company ...