James had recently moved into a rundown apartment building on the other side of town for a new job offer he had received earlier that week. It sounded like a pretty sweet gig, all in all, most of the work involved just going through spreadsheets and double-checking their accuracy. Plus it was all from home, except for having to go in once a week to sign a paper verifying everything was correct for the previous week.
All in all the place was better than he had expected, but that's not too hard to beat his expectations when they were horror stories filled with cold showers, no heat, and broken stoves. So of course he was pretty relieved when, after he had moved everything in, the shower was hot, the stove didn't catch on fire the instant he tried to turn a burner on, and in the middle of summer, he could run the air conditioner as much as he pleased. And to top all of that off, it was cheaper than any other place in town. The only downside to think of was that it was on the bad side of town, but he wasn't worried about that.
The morning after he had gotten moved in, he realized his landlord, Danny, had forgotten to tell him where his mailbox was. Unfortunate considering he was told he would get the password for the company's website through the mail that day. After an hour of blowing up Danny's phone and no answer, he figured he had no choice but to ask his neighbor.
Danny had mentioned her once before, yesterday when he was helping James move in. He described her as a 'weirdo shut-in who liked to scream but only once in a while'. And that they were the only people on the third floor, and they shared a wall. But it wasn't like Danny didn't give him much of a choice, since it was either this, live below the old lady who was always screaming at her cats, or above a room where the last tenant was murdered. Being the superstitious, peace-loving type, James elected for this one.
A few minutes after he knocked on the door, it opened slightly, and peering out from the crack was a set of beautiful green eyes. "Hi!" Her voice was sweet and lively. "You must be James. Danny told me you were gonna be here next week. Sorry, I wasn't here to help you move in, I was on a hike. Just a second!" A moment later he heard her slide the chain of her door, opening it all the way.
He had to drop his gaze to look at her face, but his blood pressure rose as his eyes dropped further, tracing her arms. While they were covered with tattoos they also had a bunch of bruises running up them, especially dark on her wrists. But he quickly forgot about that when he saw her outfit, which only consisted of a baggy shirt that went halfway down her toned thighs. Except it wasn't all baggy, not when the fabric was as stretched around her chest as this was. She was very animated in how she moved, and it reminded him of a dynamo.
"Nice to meet ya. I was wondering if you knew where he could get my mail from?" he told her, trying his best to keep his eyes from drifting to her toned legs. 'blonde with dark roots too, I love it' he thought to himself.
"Oh! I can show you!" She said cheerfully, stepping out into the hall, shutting the door behind her. The building and its halls were long and narrow, with ugly stained carpet and peeling paint that ran the length of the floor down the stairs until reaching the lobby.
Rebecca took the stairs two at a time, waited on the landing for James to catch up, and started downwards again. "So where are you from?" She asked, not looking back at him.
"Oh I'm from uptown, but I was born in California. Then my parents moved here when I was 2." He replied, gripping the rail for balance as he tried to keep up with her.
"Aw, that's so cool. I'm from Washington. Do you ever go back and visit?" She waited for him at each landing, resuming her sprint down the next flight just as he had reached her.
"Sometimes. My grandparents live in San Francisco-"
"WHAT!" Her exclamation startled James who stumbled down the last few steps.
"What's the ocean like! Is it as pretty as people say it is?! I've always wanted to get pics out there." She turned to him and pumped her arms in excitement. He asked himself as he tried to play off the pain.
"Yeah, sorta. But you have to go at the right time of year. So what do you do for fun?"
She started to walk back down the stairs. He had done the same thing when he was 11 and wound up breaking his arm. "I do photography, blogging, yoga, movies, and some art when I get a break from my classes." Rebecca said as she disappeared behind the last corner of the staircase.
When the dreary carpet finally terminated, it led into the cheap black and white tile of the lobby. When James had finally caught up, Rebecca had her arms tucked behind her and was leaning forward, which made her already large bust look even larger, and she held that pose as she led James to the little alcove that was the mailroom. As he followed he thought about what size they were, probably around triple-D.
"That's rad." He said as he stooped to get his mail from the locked box with his room number, 303, on it. "Is it normally this quiet?" In their entire descent, he hadn't heard anyone but them. It was almost unsettling, going so long without even hearing a car go down the street.
"Yeah," She had to stand on her toes to reach her mailbox. James hadn't realized how close she was to him until he turned his head while tying his shoe, so he was shocked when he looked up and received a full lookup Rebecca's shirt. James could feel his pants start to tighten as he realized that was the thing she was wearing, her ass and thighs were toned, hairless, and... wet?
"Earth to James, do you read me?" He was caught, but regardless he shifted his eyes to the mail in his hand, pretended he hadn't heard her while desperately trying to come up with an excuse, hoping she hadn't noticed.
"Huh? Sorry, what was that you were saying?" He said as he looked up into her eyes.
Instead of being chastised as he expected, she held out her hand to help him up. "I said that there's hardly any traffic on this street, and most people who live here are shut-ins like me. I only ever go out to take pictures, hike, and get groceries. I don't even go out for college, all of my classes are online for now." She turned around and marched towards the stairs again.
As they approached their floor she began to take the steps two at a time again, and in doing so he got another look up her shirt, each step making her ass jiggle. He tried to ignore the bulge that had grown in his pants as he reached the landing, but it was hard walking up a flight of stairs with a hard-on jutting down his pants leg, and he didn't have to adjust it either, at least not enough to do it without her noticing.
By the time James had reached their floor, Rebecca was already waiting beside her door, scrolling through her phone. "Hey, do you wanna see some of my pictures?" She asked excitedly. His pulse picked up at the thought of being alone with her, and as much as he wanted to he had to set up his account for work and start training.
"Sorry, I gotta get something organized for work. I'll see you later." He said as he turned to go into his apartment, Rebecca stopped him, wrapping her silky smooth arms around his neck, put a hand down his shirt pocket, and whispered warmly into his ear. "Here's my number."
The days passed slower than James would've liked, mostly because he spent them perusing through the employee handbook his boss had given him the other day. A surprising amount of it was just about the number codes he was expected to enter into the endless scroll of Excel sheets, and other swell, wonderful activities he was supposed to do like double-checking spacing, proofreading, and then sending off documents for the next person to do it all again. Truly mind-numbing and tedious but it let him afford heat and the internet, and the luxury of doing whatever he wanted at home while he waited for the next file to arrive.
Once he had finished with the day's work, he idly scrolled up and down, watching the cursor scale and descend the great wall of boxes, and numerical jargon, desperate for any form of entertainment when he heard a noise coming through his wall. It was quiet at first, but not clear to hear if it was a TV or not, he remembered a trick his brother taught him and grabbed a glass and pressed it against the drywall.
"Oh fuck."
It was Rachel, and it sounded like something was... squeaking? His curiosity piqued as he began to drag the kitchenware around the wall, trying to hone in on what exactly he was hearing.
"Fuck that's so hot."
That's when it hit him. He pulled his ear away and froze. Was she doing what he thought she was? His heart sped faster at the possibility and he replaced his ear on its spot. The sounds of heavy moans and panting echoed in his ear along with the sound of a bed rocking sparked his imagination like a match and gas. His thoughts turned to what he hoped she was wearing, long red and purple thigh high socks, a skirt that was far too short, and a dildo inside of her. She'd ride him, one hand filled with her firm ass while the other grasped, pulled, and teased her nipple, urging her closer and closer to orgasm. As she rocked harder and harder, the hold on his imagination broke and brought him back to the reality where her moans turned to a shout that was so loud that he was convinced the crazy cat lady would come hammering on her door sooner rather than later. "Just fuck me already James!"
As he sat there, his erection throbbed dully in his boxers. At this point, he was quite honestly questioning if he had died in his sleep and woke up in a fantasy where stuff that only happens in porn was the norm. And she couldn't have possibly meant, could she? Of course not, he shook his head in dismissal of the idea, lowered the glass to the nightstand, and put his face in his hands.
There had to be some other James she knew, maybe her boyfriend? But he had never seen or heard anyone besides her come and go from her room, and he would have heard someone else, the paper-thin walls promised that much. He just had to know. He sat there, thinking about how to do it. He could ask, but if he was wrong she'd probably think he's weird. The idea of asking around the building if another James lived there, but then again he knew Rebecca talked to everyone here, someone would wind up telling her. 'Fuck it.' He decided frustrated if she wanted to fuck she'd do something about it, they just had to be alone, so he decided to send her a text.
'WannaWanna hang out tomorrow? I got the day off and had nothing to do lol. We could watch a movie or I could check out your pictures, it just gets pretty boring over here, you know?' He looked over the text, bit his nails at how she might reply, but before he could let himself chicken out he hit send.
Around one in the morning, he woke up to the sharp ' of his phone Well, it wasn't so much waking up as it was panicking like an anxious teenager who just confessed to his crush over text, even though he realized it was nothing at all like that. His hand fumbled around the nightstand, knocked over the glass, and finally landing on his phone. He pulled it to his face and, blinded himself. Squinting as he struggled to turn the brightness down, but when he did his mild annoyance turned to both relief and excitement.
It was 10 when he woke up. By 11 he had eaten, showered, dressed, and had stepped out of his apartment. The trip was short, only two steps and he was there. Just as he was about to knock, he saw a little folded over piece of paper on the ground. He knew that sometimes people would get flyers for events around town delivered to their doors, usually advertising some shitty used car dealership or the occasional fair.
But it was strange. There wasn't one under his door, only hers and he'd gotten them before. He picked it up, and turned it over briefly, and examined it. It wasn't a flyer, just a piece of office paper, but his name was in bold black letters on the front, written in sharpie.
Figuring it was something important, he opened it. 'Just come inside -Rebecca.' He stuffed the note in his pocket and did just that.
