The warm breeze made the loose strands of hair dance over Andrea's ears as she crossed the pedestrian bridge over the river. The sunset rays almost made her dark pony-tail look auburn. Listening to a catchy song, she smiled to herself. A pearl of sweat ran down her back. She'd been feeling down this afternoon, for no reason really, but now she was positively glowing. She hated getting out of the couch to go to the gym, but the actual activity wasn't bad, and the hours afterwards were always magical. She made a mental note to remind herself the next time she considered postponing a session. Hah! She had to laugh. As if she could have dropped a workout! Chloe would never have let her. And that was why Andrea, at 22, finally was happy with herself and her body.
Her high school years had been hell. Always an outsider, she'd been lonely and picked on by the other girls, and kept to her books as a distraction. Never had a boyfriend. Always thought she was too fat, too weird with her 5'9 frame, early developed breasts, and wide hips. The early attention from boys had weathered off when she never flirted or showed interest, and soon the lesbian rumors began.
College had been different, but not much better at first. Moving away, starting over, it had always been the dream for her, the goal shining in the distance through the rough years. But the big city was too big, and she found the other students in lit class a little too obnoxious and high on themselves.
So why had the last year been so good?
Transferring to a less prestigious college in a smaller city. Sure it would look less impressive on her resume, but she had to try, and lo and behold, Andrea had finally found friends there. Well, mainly Chloe, but she again had introduced her to her group, and then of course, after a while, she'd met Mike.
Now she was living -- no, thriving! -- in a small, but growing city just 25 miles outside the capital, in a sprawling student community. Still studying literature, and minoring in economics for the hell of it, but in a group of exciting people who loved books, but not because they thought it made them smarter than everyone else.
The term bff is thrown around a lot. For Andrea, it was honestly the only way she could describe Chloe. A petite blonde, yet the strongest girl she'd ever met. An inspiration for her in every way. She sometimes wished she was lesbian and that she were too, just so she could fall in love with Chloe in every possible way. They'd met in the first class, and later that day, gone to the gym together. That's when Chloe got Andrea hooked on crossfit. Yes. Crossfit. Andrea, who'd laughed at the girls who did all those lunges and squats in high school, had become addicted herself. Almost every day, every week. Crossfit. She'd even considered starting an instagram profile to document her results, but in the end decided that the world had enough of those.
Standing in front of the mirror in the locker room was enough confirmation for her that the workouts were worth it. While she always claimed she was in it for the health reasons, and the good feeling it gave her; honestly, her major reason was the wonders it had done for her body. No longer feeling too big, or too tall, too wide-hipped. She was happy with her body. The glutes filling up in her peach. The barely visible abs. The core muscles making her posture better. Feeling strong, but also just being strong.
Her improved body and her highly improved confidence. Those were the two things that she used to get Mike hooked. 27 at the time, he was your typical downtown bartender: arrogant, almost rude, making you feel like you were bothering him at work. She'd wanted him from the first night she came to that bar. It took her months to finally fuck him, but then he was hers. He was heavily tattooed, drove a motorbike, had a great dick... and she knew he'd slept with tons of girls. She didn't care. She made him faithful. She made sure to get him off at least once every day, and that seemed to keep him happy.
Liam was sitting in the backyard with a beer when he heard her arrive. He knew her schedule well by now, and had sunglasses on even though the sun was setting.
"Hello," he said.
"Oh. Hi, Liam, nice evening, huh?" the beautiful girl replied with a friendly smile.
She was sweaty, but it just made her look hotter. Her body was sensational, like something out of a dream, and the tight top accentuated every detail. He swore he could see hard nipples.
She turned the corner to unlock the door to her place, a first floor bedroom with a small kitchen and bathroom, separated from the rest of the house.
Liam hoped the sunglasses did the trick. He couldn't help himself from gawking at the young woman's spectacular ass on those packed yoga pants. god damnit, he had an incredible urge to reach out and squeeze it! Big, round, almost heart-shaped, at the same time both firm and jiggly! It drove him crazy. Man, she was the most beautiful tenant he'd ever had, and she would have to stay even if it meant he was losing money on the rent. He made sure to save the mental image of her butt as it jiggled when she entered the rental space and closed the door behind her.
He sighed. A 41-year-old, overweight and mediocre programmer, with no career to speak of, he knew would never sleep with a girl like that. He wasn't a virgin or anything, but eight years had passed since his wife had decided enough was enough and moved on, so it almost felt like he was. He'd given up on dating apps. Any woman who showed him interest, was a woman he didn't want. He knew he was a hippocrate. He didn't care.
His life had become stale. His house, inherited from his late parents, was the only thing going for him. His car was shitty, his income was decent, but nothing to brag about. Working for home suited his personality well, but he was becoming steadily less sure if it was good for his mental health in the long run. His only excitement these days were video game launches and new fantasy books. And Andrea, of course. God, that first day when she dropped by to look at the room, he'd wanked for like four hours afterwards. He slashed $100 on the monthly rent just to make sure she'd move in, and had done his best to appear normal... for a while.
He knew he wasn't anymore. The years spent alone had made him odd. He knew people whispered behind his back. Creepy, they said. When he became Andrea's landlord he decided to make some changes, trying to be more mature, less incel-like. He even went jogging once a week, he sometimes read books, and he even tried to learn the guitar. It was hard, but for a while he was doing pretty good. The occasional in-person meetings at work went better. Andrea had been friendly to him; almost flirty the few times when it was time for rent and she didn't have the cash just yet. That always made his day... and fueled hours of fantasies. He had started thinking maybe he had a shot.
The abrupt, loud revving noise outside the house pulled him back to reality. It reminded him of the day it all went wrong. Fucking Mike. The scumbag was everything Liam was not. Confident, fit, popular with the ladies. When Liam saw Andrea bringing him upstairs the first time, he became furious. The hate had stayed with him ever since. The motorbike noise was just the sprinkling on the cake.
"Jesus, I told you to stop making so much noise in the neighborhood, Mike," he said, as the scary bartender with the neck tattoo entered the back yard, not more than ten minutes after Andrea.
"My neighbors are complaining - to me!"
"Sounds like... not my fucking problem! What are you going to do about it?" he replied, grinning.
"Fight me? Hah!" he asked.
"No, I'm just saying-," Liam replied.
"What? Dude, just fuck off, will you?" Mike replied and stated walking upstairs.
He stopped, turned and stopped smiling.
"And please stop staring at Andrea's ass, she finds it really creepy."
"Uh, I don't st-"
"Yeah, you do. Those sunglasses aren't fooling anyone."
Mike laughed and unlocked the door. Yeah, he had his own keys now. Even though Liam had a rule about that, Andrea had made a copy, and Liam wasn't going to risk anything by bringing it up.
Sighing loudly, he finished his beer, burped loudly and went back inside. He heard water running in the pipes. Andrea was in the shower. Fucking hell. What wouldn't he do to see that?!
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It didn't take long for the younger couple to get down to business. Liam was relaxing on his couch with a history book when he started hearing the squeaky noises from her dorm room. Soon he would hear soft moaning, and he would succumb to his own urges and begin to jack off. He loathed himself for doing it, but he just couldn't resist. The only way to avoid it would be to go out for a while, or buy some noise canceling headphones for next time. He cursed the previous owner for not installing more insulation in the walls.
"Hell, this is not fair. What have I done to deserve this torment? Please, someone do something about this. Or let me fix things, if only for today!"
Amazingly, incredibly, surprisingly; somewhere, someone powerful took pity on him. Out of nowhere, a booming voice sounded inside his head. The message was brief, but clear:
"Alright, your wish is granted."
"Huh? Someone there?" he said tand looked around the empty room. There was no reply, but the squeaky noises immediately stopped. Shit, did Andrea and Mike hear him? If sound traveled easy one way, it probably traveled easy the other way.
"My mind is playing tricks on me! Forget about it!" he thought to himself.
He tried to pick up his book, but the squeaking restarted, and it didn't take long for it to become a distraction.
"Fucking hell! I wish I had replaced the old bed before Andrea moved in!".
The squeaking stopped immediately.
Huh. He knew he didn't say that loud.
The girl was still moaning, and he could hear a dull thumping of pillow or mattress against the headboard. He could even hear the occasional male groans. This was weird. Why did the bed stop squeaking? Maybe they changed positions or something? That would explain it. Weird that they would do that exactly when he complained about the squeeking, but stranger things have happened...
He put his ear up against the wall, but all he could hear was Andrea's soft moans and dirty encouragements to Mike as he fucked her. Damn, he was such a lucky son of a bitch. It was so stereotypical though: hot babe gets dicked down by arrogant asshole. Why, just for once, couldn't a smokeshow like Andrea prefer an old, weird, out-of-shape landlord like him? He had to chuckle. Why, indeed!
Listening in on the young couple like this made him hard, and his mind began to wander. Soon his hand descended into his sweatpants and began to jerk his dick as he tried to picture the young couple going at it.
"I bet her big titties look so hot when they are bouncing. I wish spy on her while she's getting fucked," he thought.
Just as the thought had crossed his mind, a brilliant flash of light blinded him, almost making him lose balance and fall. He stumbled and grabbed a nearby table for support. Woah, what the hell just happened?! Gradually his vision returned, like a fog lifting...
"Holy fuck!" he thought, suddenly finding himself standing in a dark corner of Andrea's dorm room.
The room was romantically lit with candles and soft lamps, and in the center of the room was Andrea herself, riding her boyfriend on a seemingly brand new, queen sized bed, facing away from Liam. My God, her ass looked amazing. He wanted to reach out and-
*creak!*
The sudden noise almost gave him a heart attack. He had shifted his weight and the wooden floor complained, not used to it. But Mike and Andrea did not react. It was like they didn't even hear it.
