Hey, my name is Eric and here's the story of how I slept with my neighbour.
Late last year I moved into a dingy building downtown, set to be torn down sometime in the near future so the rent was low and nobody cared if I messed up the walls and flooring. A studio with a large walk-in closet where I kept my bed, it was small but mine.
As the months went by, quarantine began. Luckily I work in tech so working from home was an easy transition, and it was a great opportunity to get in shape and eat right. No more work lunches or coffees with doughy treats to keep the spare tire around; I ordered a chin up bar and some weights before prices started skyrocketing and any sort of home gym equipment.
It took time but progress was being made, turning me from a 5'9" average soft-body into a guy who isn't exactly ripped but I've finally got some nice muscle definition going on and the love handles are fading away. I shaved the head, kept the beard, and made the most of a bad situation.
I didn't meet Ms. 205 until mid-June. It was a hot sunny day and I was wearing shorts with an unbuttoned button-up, making it into sort of a deep v-neck. I'd just gotten a new record and had it cranked while I was working out. Three quick knocks at the door interrupted me.
She was beautiful. I opened the door expecting my landlord, a middle-aged guy, when instead I got Yaz. 5'4", short dreads pulled back in sort of a pony tail, her overalls with one strap down covering most but not all of her caramel-toned skin and small but perky tits.
"Oh uh hey, can I help you?"
"Hi neighbor! Um ya I know it's in the middle of the day and everything but could you keep it down please? It's just kind of all our space you know? And I'm just trying to get some work done and I can't think over the sound of your music."
"Ya that's my bad, sorry. New record, wanted to give it a listen. I'll turn it down though."
"Thanks! Ya I totally get it, it's just a bit too loud."
"For sure. Hey I like to crank the volume sometimes but I don't wanna bother you again, can we try something? It'll only take a couple minutes."
"I'm listening." She put her left hand on her hip, the strapless side of the coveralls, bringing just a touch more of her breast into view.
"Call me, go to your apartment, and I'll change the volume until we can find something you can't hear. Here's my number."
"Okayyy but if this is just some trick to get my number, I'm onto you."
"Haha of course not! Don't worry let's just get this resolved, I don't want to be a bother."
"Suuuuure." She gave me a little smirk as she punched my number into her phone and dialed, setting off my device with a light touch of her fingers.
