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Chapter 1
The headboard banged against the wall in a steady rhythm.
I groaned at the unwelcome sound. “It's a fucking Tuesday night for god's sake.” I pulled a pillow over my head in a futile attempt to block the noise.
A woman joined the choir. “Harder, harder, harder…” she begged in an annoyingly high-pitched voice.
I leaned over and glanced at my phone. Just past midnight. Didn't my neighbor have work in the morning? How he maintained his constant stream of ready and willing women I could understand. He was annoyingly good looking. But those good looks and his man whore ways meant that he couldn't seem to go two nights without bringing home a new woman to bang.
Don't get me wrong; sometimes a girl needed a good lay. Guessing by the cries of ecstasy I heard night after night, he had no problem in that department.
In fact, the only reason I knew his name at all was that women tended to scream it right before they came.
And yes, sadly I knew they came because they said that, too.
Lucky me.
I hadn't gotten laid in months, and here I was sharing a wall with the most sexually active person in the whole damn city.
But I had a dirty secret.
Sometimes I used my naughty neighbor to help me get off.
If you couldn't beat 'em, join' em. Right?
When I realized it wasn't going to be awham bam thank you ma'amtype situation, I unburied my head and slid my right hand slowly down my stomach, slipping it quickly underneath my panties.
I sighed as it made contact with my pussy. With the sounds emanating from next door, it didn't take much to imagine that the hand belonged to someone else.
After plunging two fingers inside myself, I rubbed my lips with my juices, paying close attention to my now exposed little nub.
Small, slow, deliberate circles made my toes curl. I imagined it wasn’t my hand, but his, pleasuring me. “Oh, Benjamin,” I murmured just as the woman on the other side of the wall screamed his name.
My other hand flattened on the wall behind me, bracing myself as I worked furiously to catch up. The squeaking of the bed picked up speed as we all approached orgasm.
Thirty seconds later, I came with a vengeance. A wave of warmth flooding my body as I screamed Ben's name.
When the wave crested and fell, I opened my eyes. The squeaking had notably stopped, and a knock sounded from the other side of the wall, followed by a hearty laugh. “You're welcome, neighbor.”
“Oh, fuck.”Guess the secret's out.
***
I didn't want to run into Ben the next morning. As intimately acquainted with his sex life as I was, I didn't see him much in person.
I wasn't sure what he did for a living, but I knew our schedules differed.
As a bartender, I worked late nights and slept in most mornings.
I assumed he had a regular job since he seemed to keep more typical work hours.
I locked the apartment door, on my way to grab a quick coffee with my best friend Kate when I heard the tall tale signs of a door opening.
Not the one down the hall or across it.
The one next door.
A warm chuckle sounded from the man that emerged from the door, followed by a high-pitched giggle.
