Kaonashi Ga Suki

…and I’m not talking about me.

One of the things about living in an apartment complex is that you share your walls with your neighbors. There are some positives and negatives to this.

A negative thing about sharing your walls is that you can often hear them. It’s a pain if they’re blasting the TV or music late at night while you’re trying to get some sleep. And it can be quite annoying if the couple next to you has a fight and you practically hear every word. Or if they’re the type who vaccums at 8 in the morning on a Saturday.

A positive thing about sharing the walls with your neighbors is that you can often hear them.

If the walls are especially thin, you can even hear them having sex.

Which is what I heard all weekend.

On Saturday night, while I was in my bedroom on the computer analyzing data for my research project, I started to hear low moaning. I dismissed it at first and figured that the noise was coming from the street, but then the moans got a little louder.

I listened more closely. Although it was still very low, there was no mistake- my neighbor was having sex.

I called my boyfriend from the living room and told him what was up. He took a glass and then held it up to our bedroom wall. He listened intently for a few minutes.

“Yep, she’s having sex all right,” he laughed.

He put down the glass and went back to the living room to play video games. I went back to work.

The sounds got louder.

This time the moaning was supplemented by mild grunting. I noted that so far I hadn’t heard her boyfriend; she was the only one making sounds.

Several minutes pass.

The grunting got louder.

I swear, her windows must have been open since we could hear her so clearly.

I couldn’t concentrate.

My boyfriend then walks in and gives me a playful hug.

Suspicious, I asked, “What?”

“I um- it kind of got me in the mood.”

“What- do you want a contest?”

“No way. They’d win.”

So we had our own fun, and after we were done we lay back. Mind you, this was probably about an hour after we first heard my neighbor and her boyfriend going at it.

And wouldn’t ya know- even after we were done, they were STILL doing it!

She was right out screaming at this point.

Damn, I thought. Her boyfriend must have the longevity of a porn star.

And judging from her screams, the schlong of one too.

They finally finished, and her screams stopped. I swear, they must have been fucking for about 2 hours.

The next day my boyfriend says to me, “Listen. They’re at it again.”

Again?!?!?

Sure enough, I could hear moaning, though it seemed to be fainter this time. I presumed that she had closed her windows.

What the hell? Did she not see her boyfriend for a month or something? I mean, she’s been our neighbor for a couple of months now, and this was the first weekend we had ever heard her and her boyfriend getting freaky deaky.

A few hours later my boyfriend and I decided to go on a hike. We were locking our front door when lo and behold!- our neighbor was exiting her apartment at the same time. We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes, then went our separate ways.

Once she was out of sight, my boyfriend and I smirked to each other.

“I was so tempted to ask her if she was having a good weekend,” he said.

Admittedly, I was also tempted to tease her about it, but since we’re not really close friends with her, we didn’t want to embarrass her. At the same time, I did wonder if I should let her know how loud she can get when she’s lusty.

Then again, since my boyfriend and I had often left the windows open during the summer, I’m sure she’s heard me a few times too.