This is a true story, albeit one leaned up a bit for grammatical reasons. It happened in the late 1990's.
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I have lived in the same apartment for a long time. The apartment itself is nothing special β it's actually tiny and in an old building, so it has problems, but it is one of the cheapest places in the neighborhood, and the neighborhood is great. Central enough to make going anywhere very simple, but in an old neighborhood near the park, so it's a very pleasant place.
Over the years I have lived here, I have had many, many neighbors, and have gotten to know some of them moderately well, and a few very well indeed. But the ones that are the most special to me (in the sense used on this web site) have always been those who
A)
Lived across the patio from me, and
B)
Had a more ... adventurous frame of mind.
One of those was a woman with a warm personality, a great laugh, and an amazing ass. She lived across from me for nearly three years, and during her last few months here she spent as many nights in my place as she did hers. Which I guess was good, as her place was ... not
messy
as such, but very cluttered with lots and lots of clothes and fish tanks. We could have gone further, but I would not move to Montana with her when she got a better job, so that ended.
A year or so after she moved out, and after the next tenants (who were
complete
assholes, and had to be evicted) moved out, a pair of young guys moved in there. Note that this is a one-bedroom apartment, so it came as no surprise to me that they were gay, but some of the details made for a very interesting year.
I have (as those of you who have read my stories may have guessed) a strong exhibitionist tendency. I keep it mostly under wraps, as I work in the legal field and know what is often done to exhibitionists, but I can still be adventurous. When those boys moved in (they were about 10 years my junior so I can call them boys), I watched them passively through the blinds while working at my desk as I watch the whole complex (not in a perverse way, but as scenery, and as a safety concern. I helped put out one fire here, and helped avert an assault when one of the bad tenants tried to take a knife to his wife. Watching the more interesting tenants is just the icing on the cake), and learned some of their patterns and personalities.
Mike was the older of the two β in his mid 20's, and build like a laborer. Solid, slightly stocky, hard working and quiet. Raoul was the younger, and was a college student. He was about the same height as Mike, but more slender, though not skinny. He was also the more outgoing, and spent more time at home, so we said more than "hi" when we passed on the patio.