I am 25 years old. I live with another single roommate in a two bedroom upstairs apartment. Our complex has been designed as such that the floor plan of the unit below mine is identical. As a result, our balcony is directly overhead of our downstairs neighbors porch, our bedrooms are mirrored by the rooms below us.
Our downstairs neighbors were (before they recently moved) two young male college athletes from a local Christian college. One of them, the one whose room was directly below mine, had a girlfriend. I had met them both. She was a beautiful, very friendly girl with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes and a very trim, athletic body. Her personality followed the typical young blond college girl stereotype, but she was extremely friendly in a manner that gave her a sort of elegance, overriding some of the annoying traits that might have made her less attractive. She and I often exchanged greetings as we met in the parking lot on the way in. I secretly lusted after her and was always thrilled to be blessed with her smile.
It's been nearly 7 months since I last saw her and since the events that I'm relating below occurred, yet I still remember it as if it were yesterday.
It all began one winter night this last January as I was lying in bed. I remember catching a faint sound. The sound strengthened and I instantly recognized it's erotic nature. The sound seemed to carry up the thin wall of the apartment and was rather discernible from where my head rested against the headboard. I felt an excitement beginning to stir in my groin and I had the immediate urge to "tune in" to the sound, to bring it more clearly to my hungry ears. I slipped out of bed and moved to the living room but heard nothing so I returned to my room. The nearest bare wall not obstructed by furniture or my large bed was at the entrance to the bathroom. From there I could hear that it was emanating more clearly from the porcelain walls within the small room. I stepped inside and then closed the door to drown the sound of the clock outside. There was utter silence and then a very distinct, very clear moan.
The girl's voice was high pitched though quiet, the sound a sweet young girl would use to persuade her reluctant father to buy her a gift. It continued softly at first in content, almost pleasantly lazy chords. I felt the familiar throbbing of a growing erection. Within moments, my cock was jutting hard from my naked body and I began to fondle it softly.
Her moans soon increased in intensity, becoming more like heavy, high-pitched gasps with sound as she was rasping out breaths assumedly between the plunges of her lover's cock. They continued to quicken until there was almost no pause between but a long, softly loud cry of ecstasy. Then she broke it off and I heard words though I could not make them out. Within moments, her excited, audible breathing had continued again. In ever voluminous urgency, her moans intensified until she began literally screaming in the soft, high-pitched cry of a young girl lost in her orgasm. As her words screamed clearly to me, "Oh God!" (and then with pauses) "Fuck...Me...Yes...Oh!", my fist pounded at my pelvis and my cock erupted in thick streaming ropes of come that splashed onto the tile wall and then dribbled to the floor.
From then on, I saw her differently. Beyond being a beautiful, personable, athletic college-girl, she was now a sexual object, a target of my lustful fantasies.
This was the beginning of many nights of excitement for me as I would lie in bed or stand silent in my bathroom listening to the sounds of my neighbors below fucking madly for brief intervals of passion. I would see her often through the next few months, coming and going from our apartments. I won't bore you my reader with many details so that I won't stray far from your lustful purpose in reading, but I will say that despite never knowing her name, we had become friends in a strange, mysterious way.
Which brings me to one particular night this last May. The Christian college had released for the summer and this same girl was staying for a week with her boyfriend in his apartment below ours. Every night for a week, they had been fucking crazily below me. Since my roommate was gone at night staying with his girlfriend as he often did, I was always lying naked in bed, ready for the next session. I had even, over the last few nights, taken to waiting until they were done so that I could stroke my cock in the ensuing silence and add my own moans as a sort of encore. Normally a quiet guy, I was openly trying to let them hear me responding to their sex. My cock was in a constant state of erection but I was beginning to hunger for much more.
Over this week, I had on several occasions struck up conversation with her in chance meetings outside our home, and was delighted that she always seemed so ready to talk with me. I had noticed a definite interest on her part as well as a secretive sort of smile that made me think perhaps she had heard my own groans shortly after hers.
On the said night, storms were streaking through the Oklahoma prairie as the night wore on. Early in the evening, I had opened the sliding glass door to my balcony to let in the clean scent of the rain and realized that my neighbor and his girlfriend were directly below, on their patio. Now it should be said that the balcony and patio both had a partial privacy wall that surrounded their entirety that would prevent any people seeing into the enclosures from the street if those inside the enclosures were not standing. However, my balcony was floored with long, thick boards that left very wide gaps of nearly two inches of space between each, giving me a clear view to the patio and its inhabitants below. I spoke a hello to the two who sat below me drinking beer, and then I returned to my living room, closing the screen door with a loud rasp behind me.
I was expectant of something new tonight. Something told me to stay near the screen door and to listen carefully. I did and for an hour, listened to the two of them discussing summer plans, baseball, steroids, jobs, each other's future and such. I soon tired of the petty conversation and, disappointed, turned on the TV to watch a movie. Hours later into the early morning, a lull in the movie gave me a chance to hear the unmistakable and very clear sound of a sexual moan from my neighbors below. Instantly I shut the TV off and sneaked to the screen door. Again there was the unmistakable sound of her moan, only with a clarity that nearly propelled me back as if she were breathing into my ear. Indeed, now I could hear her very breaths and the rustling of clothes.
Instantly hard, I wasted no time and quickly grasped the screen door handle. Ever so carefully, I eased the door open. It seemed like hours before the noisy door had been silently opened enough that I could slip outside. But I did not. Knowing that they would see me through the cracks, I simply laid down inside the apartment and eased my head to the first slit between the boards.
She was sitting astride him as he sat in a chair. My eyes were instantly drawn to the sight of her naked thighs spread on either side of his waist. Her nude flesh disappeared under the cursed cover of a sweatshirt which she never removed through the entire night, keeping the vision of her breasts a mystery to me. Their pants were discarded on the concrete floor among several empty beer cans and he was reaching up under her sweatshirt to caress her firm young breasts.
