Chapter 12; Dirty Neighbours 1.1

Lena had moved into the small apartment on the 7th floor of the old building in GRA because it was quiet, affordable, and close to her new job. The walls were thin—she noticed that from the very first night—but she didn’t expect them to become her secret obsession.

It was around 11 p.m. She was in bed, scrolling on her phone with the lights off, when the sounds started.

A low groan from the other side of the wall.

Then another—deeper, rougher.

A bed creaking in slow, steady rhythm.

A woman’s soft, breathy moan.

Then his voice—low, gravelly, commanding.

“Take it deeper, baby… yeah, just like that.”

Lena froze. Her thumb hovered over the screen. Heat rushed to her face, then lower, settling hot and heavy between her thighs.

She should have put in earbuds. Turned on music. Moved to the living room.

Instead she stayed perfectly still, listening.

The rhythm picked up—skin slapping against skin, the bed frame knocking gently against the wall in time with each thrust. His groans mixed with her whimpers. Words drifted through—filthy, direct, unapologetic.

“Fuck, you’re so tight… squeeze me harder… good girl.”

Lena’s breath caught. She pressed her thighs together without thinking. Her nipples tightened under the thin tank top. She bit her lip to stay quiet.

The sounds went on—slow build, then faster, harder. The woman cried out—sharp, broken. He growled something low and possessive. Then silence… except for heavy, satisfied breathing.

Lena exhaled shakily. Her hand had slipped between her legs at some point. She was wet. Achingly so. She didn’t touch herself—she just lay there, heart pounding, body buzzing with need.

The next night it happened again.

Same time. Same rhythm.

This time she recognized his voice better—deep, confident, a little rough around the edges.

He talked more—dirty commands, praise, teasing.

“Ride me slower… yeah, grind on it… let me feel how much you want this cock.”

Lena’s hand moved before she could stop it. Slow circles over her clit through her panties. She matched the rhythm she heard—slow, then faster as their pace picked up.

She came quietly—biting her pillow, thighs shaking—right as the woman on the other side cried out in release.

After that, it became a secret routine she hated admitting to.

Every night around 11, she waited.

Lights off. Ear pressed to the wall sometimes. Hand between her legs.

She never made a sound. Never let him know she was there.

Until the night she did.

She was close—fingers inside herself, thumb on her clit, breathing ragged—when the rhythm on the other side stopped suddenly.

Silence.

Then his voice—clearer, closer, amused.

“You know I can hear you too, right?”

Lena’s eyes snapped open. Her hand froze.

A low, dark chuckle came through the wall.

“Don’t stop now, neighbor. You’ve been listening to me for weeks. Fair’s fair.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs. She should have been mortified. She should have run to the bathroom and locked the door.

Instead she whispered—barely audible—“Then keep going.”

A pause. Then that same rough laugh.

“Fuck. Alright.”

The bed creaked again. Slower this time. Deliberate.

He started talking—directly to her now.

“You touching yourself over there? Fingers deep in that pretty pussy while you listen to me fuck?”

She whimpered—soft, involuntary.

“Yeah… I can hear that too.”

He picked up the pace—harder thrusts, groans louder.

“Imagine it’s me,” he said. “My cock stretching you. My hands on your hips. My mouth on your neck telling you how good you feel.”

Lena’s fingers moved faster—matching him. She was dripping, thighs slick.

“Come with me,” he growled. “Let me hear you fall apart.”

She did—quiet at first, then louder—moaning into her pillow as her body shook and clenched around her fingers.

He followed—deep groan, bed thumping once, twice—then silence.

After a minute his voice came again—soft, almost gentle.

“Night, neighbor.”

Lena lay there—panting, spent, smiling despite herself.

She didn’t know his name.

She didn’t know what he looked like.

But she knew one thing.

This wasn’t ending anytime soon.

And tomorrow night… she was going to make sure he heard every sound she made.