Carrie's heavy breathing developed slowly and steadily into soft moaning and then eventually into loud, persistent groaning, before finally erupting into seemingly endless shrieks and shouts of pleasure. Genelle described the experience of listening to the regular afternoon routine as aural sex. Separated by one thin wall with seemingly no insulation, Genelle was Carrie's neighbor in a modest duplex located in a complex with dozens of such homes. Carrie seemed to be of similar age to Genelle, who was 24, and the two often talked outside whenever they crossed paths. But a friendship had not developed for whatever reason, despite the two living next to one another for nearly a year.
Genelle was an attractive and athletic young woman, though she stood barely over 5 feet tall. She had milky white skin, short brown hair and large, round brown eyes that seemed to demand attention when you looked at her. She never thought herself to be as pretty as she really was, instead envying women like Carrie who had the traits Genelle lacked. Carrie was a good 7 or 8 inches taller, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and skin that tanned easily. It was no wonder she and her boyfriend (or any one of a few other men her boyfriend didn't no about, Genelle had noticed) were able to fill that regular late-afternoon time slot with the pleasurable sounds that constantly reminded Genelle of how long it had been since she'd had sex.
Turning on music and trying to occupy herself with other tasks had been Genelle's initial means of trying to distract her attention from the sound, and she had always been too embarrassed to confront Carrie about it. Lately, though, she had occasionally started giving in to the arousal she felt, inspired by the noises of lustful sex just a few feet away, on the other side of a wall she could probably punch a hole through. At first, she just casually fingered herself over clothes while pretending to watch TV, not wanting to admit that she was masturbating to the sound of her neighbor having sex. Eventually, the finger began sliding into open jeans or under a skirt. One afternoon just over a month ago, Genelle abandoned the denial and gave in completely. By the time Carrie had reached the shrieks and shouts of pleasure, Genelle was naked on her bed except for a t-shirt. The middle finger on her right hand was fully inserted into her vagina while the index finger massaged her labia, and her thumb fondled her clit. Her left hand was under her t-shirt, massaging her sensitive breasts, fingers teasing her hardened nipples. Genelle's mind was enveloped with the task of pleasing herself, her imagination giving in fully to Carrie's elated voice. Visions danced through Genelle's mind while she satisfied her needs - Carrie on her knees, straddling a hungry, faceless man's mouth, her hips grinding in rhythm to the bobs of the man's head; Carrie on all fours, another faceless man behind her, thrusting triumphantly in tune to Carrie's satisfied shouts; Carrie on top of the faceless man, sliding up and down his full, engorged length, while her full breasts bounced erotically. The imagery and the desire and the pent-up need to come led Genelle to perhaps the most forceful orgasm she had ever experienced, though she was still reserved enough to be quiet, not wanting her neighbor to hear.
On this day, masturbating wasn't enough for Genelle. The arousal began as soon as she saw one of Carrie's alternate lovers arrive and knock on the door. Not wanting to acknowledge what she was doing, she listened at the wall, wanting to hear, wanting to experience the pleasure Carrie was experiencing.
Wanting a man, wanting any man, she called the complex's maintenance man and said she needed help right away with a leak. She'd already hung up the phone by the time she realized what she was doing. Don didn't look like a movie star by any means, but he wasn't too old - probably in his 30s - and he was cute enough. Genelle thought Carrie would be fully into the groaning, growing in volume, by the time Don arrived, and that she would be able to use that to seduce Don. Getting into character, she quickly got undressed, wet her hair in the shower and put on a bathrobe over her naked body. She just got out of the shower, she thought. She couldn't stop a small stream of water running from the shower head. Yes. That would be her story. She manipulated the handle on the shower, to get a small steady flow running, when she heard the knock at the door. Nervous, she panicked and thought about not answering, but then she gained her courage and went to open the door before fear could dissuade her.
Don stood at the door in his dirty jeans and a tight long-sleeve t-shirt. His tool belt was slung low, and he carried a large tool box. "Hi, Genelle," he said. "Can I come in?"
"Sure," she said. "It's the bathroom, the shower. The water won't stop completely."
"Well, let me take a look," Don said, "and I'll see what other tools I may need." He walked across the apartment toward the bathroom, and Genelle could see him acknowledge the noise coming from Carrie next door. He said nothing, and Genelle felt herself trembling.
"I, uh, I mean, I, um, uh, I apologize, I guess," Genelle started to say. She could barely control her trembling, her heart racing. "I mean I apologize for next door. It's pretty distracting." She stood in the doorway of the bathroom, her leg sliding out slightly from her robe as she held the door frame, watching Don fiddle with the shower.
He looked back at her and quickly caught a glimpse of her leg. "Yes," he said, smiling. "I imagine it is."
"It's tough to think about anything else with that kind of noise next door," Genelle said, smiling wider, thinking Don looked cuter than she ever thought he was before. Her eyes were fixated on his bottom. Carrie's cries of pleasure were distinct and unmistakable now.
"Well," Don said, turning around, then pausing, almost stuttering, as he took in the sound and saw where Genelle was looking. "Yeah, um," he stammered again. "I think your shower's OK. I just had to fiddle with the knobs a bit."
There was a pause as the two looked at each other, Don fixated on Genelle's eyes, Genelle smiling and standing in the door in such a way that Don couldn't get through. Finally, Don spoke up.
