By Dee Dee*
t was a Sunday night, and I was planning some alone time while my roommate was at work, when I heard a feverish and passionate scream come from the other side of the wall. I mean, we all know how surprisingly thin the concrete walls are in our residence halls.
My first reaction was, “I cannot believe this is happening to me again! My neighbors are having hot and passionate sex, and I am stuck in my room alone, eating Ben & Jerry’s and conjuring up a fantasy worthy of my vibrator.” I tried to shrug off the existence of their passion and continued to scan the Internet for porn, but the moans and the thuds only grew louder.
I quickly pressed my ear against the wall and listened closely as my heart palpitated faster, hoping that if I tried hard enough I could imagine the scene beyond my wall.
A few seconds of silence went by, and then there was a bridge in the tension. My neighbor Kate* let out a series of words that I was surprised to be hearing. I knew her boyfriend was approaching climax as I heard Kate scream, “Cum in my mouth!” I was stricken with pleasure and intense jealousy. Kate’s breath was slowing, and I could tell that she was holding back her screams. I continued to listen.
Let me explain where this jealousy and curiosity comes from: I had been sexually attracted to Kate’s boyfriend, Tom,* since the first day I met him. He had dark brown eyes, sandy blonde hair and a six-pack I could wash my laundry on. When I thought of Tom, I did not think of him with Kate—I thought of him with me.
Tonight was an interesting occasion for me to fantasize about Tom—tonight, I was living vicariously through Kate. With my ear still pressed to the wall, I fantasized about Tom inside of me and my lips over his large, bulging member. I could feel his thrust of pleasure every time I heard Kate shout from the other side.
I could not help myself any longer. I reached into my dresser and grabbed my vibrator, and I stripped myself of all clothes and sprawled out on my bed. I was concentrated on the goal: a mind-blowing orgasm. I continued to listen and picture Tom over me, thrusting and staring at me the way he stares at Kate with his big, brown eyes. Kate’s screams were now penetrating my thoughts. We were both approaching climax, mine from my vibrator and her from Tom (there is obviously no real competition between the two). I slowed down my pace a little, but it was too late. My body began to tremble, and I started to sweat—I too had reached my climax.
I lay still for a few moments and pressed my ear against the cold wall. The room next door had fallen silent, and I knew their sexual conquest had ended. I put my clothes back on and crawled into bed. Still a little shocked at what had just happened, I was pleased with myself and with my orgasm.
When I woke up in the morning, I passed Kate and Tom on my way to breakfast. We exchanged friendly hellos. I found myself smirking with pleasure, wanting to thank them for the night they gave me.
To this day, I still hear Kate and Tom have sex, but I do not use their sexual pleasure to my own device. Now, you are probably sitting there thinking, “Wow, I can’t believe this girl has done this,” but you shouldn’t be so quick to judge. I know several people who have received pleasure from the idea of their neighbors or people they know having sex. After all, masturbation is extremely healthy.
I am not sure if there is much difference between watching strangers have sex on the Internet and fantasizing about your neighbors. I think each person is entitled to his or her own sexual preference. I also think that our neighbors, subconsciously or not, have louder sex when they think someone may be listening. Whether we want to admit it or not, we all become a little excited when we hear our neighbors having sex. But definitely do not tell your neighbor if you do this, or else you will be forever known as a creep. Remember, “Love thy neighbor as thyself.”
* Names have been changed.