The apartment complex used to house middle of the road losers. But now, it had been 'cleaned up' and sold to college students. Some losers remained on lease. One of them being me. It took me awhile to accept this. But hey, I love college girls.
I had seen her in passing. My new neighbor. She was about five feet four and weighed about one twenty soaking wet. She was a sexy little girl with big bedroom eyes and brunette hair. She was the type of girl who could have any man she wanted.
It starts on a normal night. I had a few friends over.
Jim, my best friend, was over and a few drinks ahead of me. "What's that fucking sound, Barry?"
Barry, that's me. Horrible name. "Oh, that's the neighbor's shower. Walls are thin as shit here."
"That ain't normal thin. That's like we're in the damn shower. Let's investigate."
"After you, Scooby Doo."
We walked, beers in hand, into my bedroom where the noise was the loudest.
"Fuck, Bar. That's loud. How do you manage?"
"Well, to be honest, I ain't had a neighbor in awhile. And she's hot. So I put up with it."
"Hot? Like how hot?"
I looked him dead in the eye. "Hot, Jim-bo."
He got this look on his face that screamed creepy. "Dude, let's find out if there's a crack anywhere."
He taps on the wall leading to my neighbor's apartment as if he knew what the fuck he was doing. He noticed a weird painting that was glued to my wall from the previous leaser. "This is one gay ass painting, Bar."
"You want it? You can have it." I tore the painting off and was shocked to see something unexpected: a hole with hot steam rising from it.
"Get the fuck out. A peephole!" Jim, intuitively lowered his voice.
I, on the other hand, intuitively lowered my eye to the hole, ignoring the obvious repercussions. I nearly vomited. :"OH SHIT, IT'S HER MOM! GROSS!"
A good drinking story in hand, we went back to the living room and continued drinking for about another hour. I stupidly let Jim drive home.
I went to bed drunk and horny and tried to get a hard on thinking about watching my hot neighbor showering. It didn't get me anywhere. Fuck it, I thought. Not worth the jail time.
An hour or so later, I heard a distinctive clicking noise of a light switch.
Still drunk, I walked over to the glaring hole of light. In the distance, I could see my neighbor stagger into the bathroom. She immediately began to undress.
She had on some club clothes.
Black lacy top with a black camisole. White and tight polyester shorts that left little to the imagination, transparent. She lifted off her top and immediately uncapped her black brassiere, revealing her pink nipple B cups. She turned away from me and bent over as she slowly pulled down her shorts. A pair of burgundy see-through and lacy panties on underneath. They soon were gone.
Standing in front of me was a naked drunk college girl.
I couldn't resist. I pulled out my average sized cock and began to stroke it, breathing heavily and drunkenly.
