Thin apartment walls: a blessing or a curse?
Wide awake and pondering that very question, I again looked over at the blood red digital display. That accursed clock on my nightstand was mocking me, I just knew it.
"That's right, you loser! It's now 2:13 a.m., and you're still staring at me!"
I shared a two-bedroom apartment with a guy named Bill, who had his girlfriend over that night. Despite having never met her, I already felt as if I knew her. For one thing, Bill had been bragging about her for months, constantly telling me that she was "so fun and so smart." He wouldn't shut up about how "nice" and "sweet" she was, and there would always be some new adventure where she supposedly drove him crazy with her lack of inhibition. Mostly, though, it was simply her "unbelievable hotness" that blew him away.
"Dude, I'm not even exaggerating. You'll see," he said smugly.
Typical Bill, bragging about a girlfriend, making her sound like she was Miss July or something. Unfortunately, at least as I saw things, he was occasionally right. Some of his girlfriends had been hot enough that I could have easily imagined them cavorting in the grotto at Hef's mansion. The way he talked about his new one though, damn, I had little doubt that whenever I finally did meet her in the flesh she would make me envious as fuck of him.
In the meantime, I'd already been introduced to one highly compelling aspect of her: how incredibly sexy she sounded when she was fucking.
It was those thin walls. I could hear her in Bill's room, fucking and talking, whispering and giggling. I could always hear just about everything. They tried to keep the noise down, but it was no use. Never mind the bedsprings squeaking and the headboard banging, I could literally hear her breathing, even her quiet breathing. Laughing, moaning, crying out, whatever, it was nearly as if I were there in the room with them.
If nothing else, I'd already decided that her breathing and her voice when she was fucking sounded every bit as hot as he'd described the rest of her. Just hearing that girl was driving me insane. I could only imagine how bad it would become once I met her, and I had a face and a body to go with
that
voice.
Her name was Summer. Of course it was.
Summer.
Who actually names their daughter Summer?
Yep, she really was driving me out of my mind, and I hadn't even met her yet.
~ ~ ~
It was 6:30 a.m., which meant that Bill had already left for work. It was still dark in the apartment, and I'd stumbled out of bed to go take a piss. Standing naked at the toilet while trying to aim my morning hard-on, I waited until I finally softened a little before letting loose.
Suddenly the bathroom door swung open, and in walked Summer!
Oh, fuck. I'd forgotten that she'd spent the night. When I'd heard Bill shower and leave the apartment that morning, I'd gotten up to go, thinking I had the place to myself. I didn't need to turn the bathroom light on just to take a piss, not with the street lights providing sufficient illumination. Assuming I was alone, I also hadn't bothered to throw on any shorts, nor had I bothered to close the bathroom door.
Summer just came walking in, her hands fanning out her hair. Yawning, she was scratching her head, and all she had on was a men's dress shirt. Fortunately for me, she also hadn't felt any need to turn on the bathroom light.
Still, there I was, completely naked, holding my half-erect cock sidelong to her while taking a piss!
"Ohhh! Sorry!" she exclaimed.
Quickly spinning on her heels and bailing, she closed the door behind her on her way out.
'Christ...'
I thought.
Finishing my business, I grabbed a bath towel and held it around my waist. When I opened the door, there she was, leaning against the hallway wall. She had a foot up against the doorframe, one knee bent, the other leg straight. Her arms were folded across her chest, and she wore a patient grin.
"Sorry about that. I didn't know anybody was in there."
"No, it was my fault," I said. "I should've closed the door. I spaced. I thought I was alone here."
"That makes two of us. I didn't know you were here either, so no need for apologies. Besides," she added, overtly checking me out, "I'm not that sorry."
'Wow! Did she really just say that?'
I thought, grinning to myself.
"At least you didn't walk in on me, right? By the way, I'm Summer," she smiled, offering her hand in greeting.
'Yes, you definitely are,'
I thought, although what I said was, "Pleased to meet you, Summer. I'm Bill's roommate, Jake."
I accepted her handshake while holding my towel around my waist with my other hand, and she giggled, "I guess you didn't realize I came over last night."
"Yeah, I know, I heard you two--" I started to say, regretting it before I'd even finished my sentence. "I mean Bill's told me all about you, so I figured, you know...."
"It's okay, Jake. Bill told me he had a roommate, and I know these walls are pretty thin."
I noticed two things then. One, she remained smiling--nearly smirking--as she looked me up and down. Two, we were still holding hands.
"It's not just the bedroom walls either," she giggled. "You really needed to go, didn't you?"
Oh, Jesus, she'd been listening to me taking a piss!
Delighting in my embarrassment, she laughed, "I'm only kidding! I was just getting up to, well, you know, go myself."
That entire time, I'd been standing in the bathroom doorway. When she released my hand, I put it up high on the doorframe.
"Excuse me, but nature calls to little girls too!" she giggled, ducking beneath my arm and brushing my hip with hers while sliding by me into the bathroom. When she leaned down, she also turned toward me; for a brief moment her shirt opened, treating me to a quick glimpse of deep cleavage and bare thighs as she pressed her breasts against my ribs.
"Excuse me," she smiled again, once she was past me. Stooping to sit on the toilet, she pulled her shirt over what looked to be a bare hip. "I'll just be a second, then I'll be right out."
I took that as my cue to close the door and give her some privacy. Good thing, too, as I was already becoming hard again due to our sexy encounter.
Back in my room, I'd dropped the towel and was starting to put on some gym shorts when I heard a light tapping on my door. I opened it, and there she stood, smiling shyly as she watched me finish sliding my shorts over my hips. I really should've adjusted my cock to make it less obvious. I was still kind of hard, which she couldn't have missed.
She hadn't. "I just wanted to say how glad I am that we finally got to meet, although we probably shouldn't tell Bill about...this..." she said, conspicuously grinning at my erection, then she glanced at her own unbuttoned shirt before looking back up to my face.
"Umm, no problem," I said uncertainly.
"I mean it's not like we did anything wrong, you know. I didn't
try
to see your...ummm, I mean, walk in on you in the bathroom. Me, dressed like this, and you, the way you are...in your towel, I meant."
With her hands clasped behind her back like an innocent pixie, she was sort of stammering while shifting her feet back and forth. Her top was buttoned in the middle, but that was it, and the way she moved inside her shirt was driving me batshit crazy.
"No, you're right, this probably wasn't how he planned on introducing us," I added charitably.
I didn't know why, but I was already feeling...guilty? I also felt that I was getting this weird vibe from her, like she was wanting me to cover for her with Bill.
Hmmm.
"Anyway," she chirped, "I just wanted to say hi, and good morning. It's been fun meeting you. I'm sure we'll see a lot more of each other!"
She turned on her heel and skipped down the hall, which I found both surprising and utterly adorable.
~ ~ ~
At a very youthful-appearing twenty-six, Summer looked just like Isla Fisher, Vince Vaughn's redheaded love-interest in the movie
Wedding Crashers.
She had the same long, thick hair, as well as the same lush, curvy body. She was slim and tight yet somehow still voluptuous, with the same gorgeous white smile that was seemingly always on display. She definitely had the same mischievous sparkle in her eyes. Although Summer had Isla's rich auburn mane, she didn't have the typical redhead's fair skin and freckles. Due to her mixed Irish-Italian ancestry she was that rare redhead with green eyes and a golden brown complexion.
She absolutely had Isla's crazy, infectious enthusiasm and playfulness. Like a human hummingbird, her motor constantly pinned to redline, she was a perpetual fountain of unbridled happiness and positive energy. A five-foot-seven curvy little dervish, she was all hips and tits, with wild hair and a perfect ass to die for, topped off by her never-ending cherry smile.
Truly, she seemed more sexy elf than human girl. I could've easily pictured her in green velvet, with pointy ears and shoes, baking up thousands of delicious erotic cookies.
The only time she wasn't Miss Bubbly Sunshine was when I'd hear her fucking; then she sounded warm and sultry. Her breathing, her moans, even her words, they all took on a deeper, smokier timbre. It was such a hot transformation, the way she would go from being a giggly girl to a lust-filled slut of a woman once she began to fuck.
She was like a drug.
~ ~ ~
A few days passed before I saw her again. She was a Pilates instructor who worked all over the city, and for the most part she came by or stayed over whenever her work schedule encouraged it. What that basically meant was she crashed at our place any time she didn't feel like going home to the apartment she shared way out in the 'burbs with some flaky roommate.
It was the following Saturday morning, and she and Bill were puttering around in the kitchen when I came in to have breakfast. While Bill was dressed for his big weekend golf getaway with his buddies, Summer was only wearing a tiny pair of royal blue satin tap panties and a tight white belly-shirt. The tap panties were amazingly low cut, and damn were they loose around her legs. The thinness of her white top made it abundantly clear that she was braless, and either the kitchen was really cold or she was very happy to see us that morning because her proud, beautifully long and thick nipples were standing out quite prominently.
And it certainly wasn't cold.
"Hey," I said, walking into the kitchen. "I didn't hear you guys come in last night."
"Yeah, we tried to be quiet," Bill replied.
