"Fuck, yeah!"
Bang.
"Right there, baby!"
Bang bang.
"Harder!"
I'm forced out of my sleep, perplexed as I scatter my vision across and around the room. Boxes are on the floor. Pinholes on the walls from whoever lived here before.
Now I live here, I remind myself, half–asleep.
"Ohhh, yes, don't stop, baby, you are a god!"
Wow…
I rubbed the tiredness out of my eyes and turn around to look at the wall behind me, starting to realize what woke me up just now.
I had just moved in a few hours ago. The place was perfect:
I'd moved in earlier that day. It was a gorgeous apartment: spacious rooms, wood floors, arched doorways—it even had a fireplace! I had no clue how to actually build a fire, but that was neither here nor there. I was aching to put things on the mantel. As an interior designer, I had a habit of mentally placing things in almost every space, whether it belonged to me or not. It drove my friends a wee bit mad at times, as I was constantly restaging their knickknacks.
I'd spent the day moving in, and after soaking in the incredibly deep, claw-foot tub until well past prune, I settled myself into bed and enjoyed the creaks and squeaks of a new home: light traffic outside, some quiet music, and the comforting click-click of Clive exploring. The click-click came from his hangnail, you see…
My new home, I'd thought contentedly as I slipped into an easy sleep, which is why I was so surprised to be woken at…let's see…two thirty-seven a.m.
I found myself gazing stupidly at the ceiling, trying to return to a relaxed state, but I was startled again as my headboard moved—banged into the wall was more like it.
Is this for real? Then the moaning;
"Oh, baby, just like that! Mmm..."
Just great.
Yawning, I felt my sleepiness disappear and my curiosity peak at what was happening with the new neighbors. I turned to the only picture that I pinned to the wall of me and Rouge. If pictures could come to life I'm darn positive she would of winked. At least someone should be getting lucky.
I hadn't finished my bucket-list of graduating High School as a sexually experienced woman. No. That ended in disaster after I wimped out of that nightstand with that really really really hot stud. God, how I regretted not getting a piece of that action when I had the chance.
Hormones had me spending nights long trying to get myself off. But orgasming seemed entirely impossible on my own. And that for my lack of experience.
I shook the thoughts of my desires away and pulled the blanket over my head. The night now seemed calm, and I began to shut my eyes again. Cuddling against my pillow. Then that's when it happened.
"Fuck! Fuck! Oh, yes…Oh, yes!"
The picture I had pinned of me and Rouge fell off the wall and fell silently to the floor. I should have made sure I had banged that pin secure enough to the wall. Speaking of banging…
Turning my attention away from the fallen picture on the floor and looking to the wall behind me I could not believe it. My bed was literally slamming against it as the noises continued next door.
"Ohhh…fuck, god, oh, oh, oh!" the screamer continued…and finished with a happy squeal.
Then I heard another unmistakable noise, for the love of God, slapping. It wasn't easy to
mistake the sound of hard slapping… And the girl next door was receiving it.
"Oh, yes, Baby. Fuck. I love it when you do me hard. Fuck me, oh!"
You've got to be joking right now… I can still hear slapping, and then the sounds of a grunting male voice.
I sat there awkwardly listening to the noises until I finally heard the two sigh and the room went silent. I guess now I could finally sleep...
"Let's do that again…"
Or not.
This was going to be a long night.
Station Square University is located a few miles away from my apartment which helps getting to class on time. I got to class a few minutes early, and I slipped into an empty seat at a long rectangular table. After taking a quick look around the room to see if I recognized anyone, I pulled out a notebook and opened it to the first page. There's something about a fresh notebook that I love. It's almost like it symbolizes new opportunities or something. With a smile, I wrote the date on the top of the page. I heard a few people come in, and I smiled at them in greeting. I glanced at my watch, only two more minutes.
"This seat taken?" a familiar voice asked lightly.
"Silver?" I put a hand to my lips.
He sat down without waiting for my answer.
I can already feel my cheeks burn in embarrassment from yesterday's flirt fail and outbreak with Sonic but he seems cool about it. Like it never happened and it reassures me.
But I never expected seeing him here.
"Did you steal my schedule?"
"Steal your schedule? You think I'm stalking you?"
"You did follow me to college."
"Because I wanted to go here. The fact that we're at the same school is pretty convenient though." He wriggled an eyebrow.
"This is going to be interesting."
"More like fantastic."
"Yeah," I forced a giggle, "sure."
We turned our attention to the front of class and immediately heard Ms. Bunnie, the head of the department say, "Quiet!"
We called an automatic, "Sorry Ms. Bunnie!"
I set my water container down from my backpack and went about organizing my stuff, digging through my bag for a pen and my folder.
"As I was saying," Ms. Bunnie continued. "Julie-Sue was supposed to be teaching this course." Julie-Sue was pretty much an "awesome" teacher according to Sonic, but she'd been offered to writing a script in this killer new show off Hollywood and would be taking the semester off. "But as you all know, she's in L.A. for a few months. To replace her for the time being we have one of our most talented former students—Mr. Robotnik."
I finally found a dull pencil in the bottom of my purse. It would have to do. Silver chose that minute to sneeze and startle me. I glanced up at him and then at the front of the class where I met eyes with my new professor. Then the pencil I'd worked so hard to find fell from my hand, and rolled away, lost to the abyss under the risers.
The new professor was staring at me, even though everyone was clapping, and he should probably be waving or at the very least smiling. Our eyes met, and suddenly I was very glad I'd already set down my water container.
Because the new professor had been naked with me 48 hours ago.
Shadow was my teacher.
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