Lowkey have had this on my mind for weeks and finally decide to regain access to my account and whip this thing up. Strange? Absolutely. But considering my other story and name, is it really surprising? I have a possible part two in mind if people enjoy this one enough.

Enjoy.

Heather walked into her apartment, tossing her keys on the side table and walking towards her kitchen. Working in an HR department definitely had its downfalls, and she was slowly finding them. Some days were more stressful than others, and after a day like today, she wanted nothing more than a large glass of wine.

She poured her glass and leaned against the counter with a sigh, sipping as she stared across the room. It was kind of boring living alone. Her brother, Dean, had recently moved out, and into an apartment with his new girlfriend, Mala. Heather is happy for them, really, but she misses him. Living with him for most her life got her use to having him, or someone in general, around at all times. She considered calling her best friend, Camden, to come hang out before remembering it was her anniversary. Even calling her friend, Eret, crossed her mind before deciding against it. He was more of a friends with benefits, and she more wanted someone to just hang out with not hang out with, if you get what she means.

Sighing, she made her way towards her living room to sit and watch some TV. That's when she heard the door next door slam shut and a female voice yelling and she rolled her eyes. Her neighbors were nice people, and an incredibly cute couple, but they fought more than anyone she has ever met. The voices on the other side of the wall were muffled. She'd never been able to hear what their arguments were about, but she swears they have them three times a week. Propping her feet up on the couch, she reaches for the remote sitting next to her, hoping to find something that would distract her from the yelling.

Two glasses of wine later and half a movie, things fell quiet. Breathing a sigh of relief, she went to turn her TV volume up. That was until she heard something else. Something that sounded like a moan. Heather's not an idiot, she has sex on a regular basis with Eret, but she can't recall ever hearing her neighbors go at it before. Did they think she wasn't home or did they just stop caring? She waited a few more minutes and when she heard nothing she decided she was just a little too tipsy, and maybe a tad turned on. She settled back into her couch, ready to finish her move so she could head off to bed when she heard it again. This time louder, more constant. She reached to her table, grabbing her remote and pausing her movie and focusing on the noise.

Oh. Her neighbors really were having sex at that exact moment.

Her hand hovered over the remote as she bit her lip while she kept her attention on the sound of her neighbor moaning. She bit her lip, mentally debating on if she should continue her movie or maybe leave her apartment. It almost felt like an invasion of privacy overhearing them. Granted, thin walls. They've probably heard her on multiple occasions.

That thought struck her to her core. They had most certainly heard her when she had sex.

After a few more seconds of contemplating things fell quiet and she breathed out a sigh of relief. She heard laughing, before that turned from a gasp to another moan.

"Fuck it."

She stretched out on her couch, one leg hanging over the edge as she slid her hand down her torso and under the band of her shorts. Did she feel guilty that she was about to try and get off while listening to her neighbors? Only a little bit. Her eyes fell closed as she pictured them. She's met them a few times, and they are both extremely good looking. She can't recall their names, but she's having no trouble picturing their faces.

Him, tall and thin, bright green eyes and a gapped tooth smile, face covered in freckles. Her, short and blonde, her blue eyes piercing through you the longer you stared into them. They were both so good looking, and she had no trouble picturing what could be going on behind that wall.

Her fingers slid down her center, sliding against her clit and ripping a gasp from her throat. She let her fingers rub around her lips, making sure she was wet enough before slipping a finger in. She's spent so long fucking Eret that she hasn't had to masturbate in the longest time. It was almost strange and she felt far out of practice, but once she heard that masculine groan from next door, she pushed the discomfort aside.

She imagined the blonde was going down on him since she couldn't hear her anymore. A huge part of Heather loved that the guy was vocal, most weren't, but she'll openly admit a man showing he's enjoying it by moaning is a huge turn on for her.

Another muffled groan came and Heather pulled her finger out, pressing her pointer and middle finger to her clit and rubbing in small circles, a moan of her own slipping past her lips. Any guilt she was feeling ebbed away the longer she rubbed, her only focus was reaching her climax.

They started talking and she bit her lip, forcing herself to pause and strain her hearing to see if she could understand what was being said. Heather whimpered, they couldn't be done! She wasn't close at all and his little moans and groans were some of the hottest things she had heard and they were really getting the job done. She slowed the rubbing on her clit, keeping herself on edge but not fast enough to get off.

Just as she was about to push herself up and head to her room to get a toy so she could finish herself off, she heard the blonde moaning. Much louder than before, and Heather could only assume she was finally fucking him.

Finally. Finally it was going to get good. Better than before. She couldn't help herself when her mind wandered to what they would sound like in the moment, or what position they were in.

She debated for only a moment before getting up from the couch and moving closer to the wall so she could hear better. She rested her hand against it, leaning forward until her ear was against the wall and bit her lip, free hand sliding back into her shorts and fingers getting to work on her clit. Now that she was closer, she could hear it. She could hear the sound of their skin slapping against each other, the sound of his almost silent moans and her muffled words that seemed to spur him on to fuck her faster.

The blonde moaned again, almost consistently now. Heather was wondering if the guy knew about the clit and to help push her along. Her eyes slid shut as she pictured them again. This time the girl on top, she seems like the kind. Grinding down on him, clit rubbing against his pubic bone as she went. He pictured his hands roaming her body, hands gripping her breast, tweaking her nipples, sliding down and grabbing her hips to pull her against him harder.

Heather moaned, closer to the edge than she thought. The blonde started talking and Heather could almost hear her clearly telling him that she was going to cum, don't stop, fuck me harder. Her moans were loud and music to Heather's ears. Louder than they had been all night and Heather knew she was cumming. In the midst of her orgasm, she heard the man moaning along with her, mumbled words she could only assume were him saying he was cumming with her. The sound of skin on skin got louder, and Heather pressed her fingers to her clit harder, rubbing in tight circles as the girls constant words of "don't stop" rang in her ears with her moans.

Biting her lip to keep her own sounds in, Heather slid two fingers in, palm rubbing her clit as she used her fingers to fuck herself. She was close, so close, she needed something to push her over but she didn't know what it was. Almost like the neighbor knew, she heard the blonde tell him to cum inside her and that's the push she needed. Her body fell forward against the wall, knees shaking and causing her to lose balance as she came on her fingers, fluid running down her hand.

It was incredible. It was one of the best orgasms she's ever had. She kept herself pressed against the wall, hand still in her shorts until she finally found the will to move. The talking on the other side was quiet, but she knew they were done. They wouldn't be doing anything else anytime soon. She pushed her body off, knees still feeling like jello as she moved to fall onto her couch.

She stared up at her ceiling, chest heaving. She thought maybe after her orgasm she'd feel a bit guilty, but she doesn't. She feels like… she wants more. She pushed herself to a seated position, reaching towards the table and picking her phone up to call Eret.

Hitting the end call button and expecting Eret at her door in twenty minutes, Heather leaned back into her couch, listening to the couple on the other side laugh with each other, she wondered if she'd ever be able to look them in the eyes again.