It happened while I was sick. Well, it was actually when I was getting better but still under the weather enough where I was going to bed very early and sleeping with night sweats and chills. I had the flu for about a week. Rebecca had been very kind and made me soup a few times and came in to check on me. Rachel even sent me a text to ask how I was doing...followed by a list of tasks to get started on as soon as I was better.
On Saturday I had started feeling better but still exhausted. Rebecca had gone out with Rachel for dinner and I went to bed around 7pm. Actually, Rebecca had only told me because I texted her and asked. She told me to get some good sleep and she'd see me in the morning.
But around 1am I woke up out of a dead sleep. At first I thought someone was knocking on the condo door. And then I thought maybe someone was knocking on MY bedroom door. As I came to my sense and fully woke up, I realized I recognized the sound. It was a repetitive banging, like someone was trying to nail a picture into a wall. Although our condo was technically in a much larger unit, we rarely ever heard any noise from neighbors. This was definitely coming from our condo.
I got up and walked slowly to my door. I reached for the handle when suddenly I heard something else and stopped. It was Rebecca....moaning.
The banging was her bed against the wall. I recognized it because whenever we had been even the slightest bit rough her bed would easily cause the headboard to slam into the wall.
She was getting fucked. I dropped to my knees and lowered my head to the crack under my door so I could hear better. I heard more banging and another moan and then silence. I heard some laughing or giggling. Then nothing.
And then it came back. Not the banging, but the moaning. I reached up and grabbed the door handle and opened the door just slightly, allowing for much more clarity in the noise.
"Ohhhh god...fuck me!" Rebecca was nearly screaming and I could make out every word. I heard a sort of slapping sound. She was getting fucked from behind.
I looked out my door and across the living room I could see that her bedroom light was on. The door was shut, but the light shown out the door through the cracks, and the repetitive shadow motions mimicked the pounding and was getting.
Her moans continued. The only other time I had heard her moan like that was the time she had me fuck her with a huge dildo. And then I heard a man grunt. Again and again. Someone was in our damn bedroom...now HER bedroom. It had only been a month since we separate rooms and now this?