Behind the Wall

Creak, creak, creak.

Blaire pressed her eyes closed and turned over in bed, sighing as she rolled towards the clock atop the nightstand. Wearily, she slowly opened her eyes to find it was nearly four in the morning. Blaire let out a groan and flopped back into the pillows.

Not again, her mind whined as the sound of a high-pitched female voice carried through the wall from the opposite side, obviously in a moment of pleasure. Every night, the sound of her neighbor's lovemaking sessions would wake her from already unpleasant dreams like some sort of demented cuckoo clock; or at least that's how the frequency seemed to Blaire's sleep-deprived brain.

To be fair, most things had become an annoyance, even the rather mundane. In the past, Blaire would have brushed off the nightly intrusions easily, but no longer. How could it be any other way? Blaire's job was driving her crazy, her love life was nonexistent, the future she had envisioned as a child was unrealized and to top it off, she couldn't get one decent night of rest. Every bang of the headboard against her wall, every squeak of the bedspring, every wail of orgasm served as a reminder of Blaire's many supposed failures in life.

Sometimes, she couldn't stand it anymore. Blaire wanted to jump out of bed, rush next door and yell every obscenity she conjure at her inconsiderate neighbors. Other times, Blaire fantasized about generating her own sex sounds just to see how they would react. In the end, of course, Blaire turned over in bed and tried to ignore the sounds. Inevitably, her hand would drift down to the apex between her legs and she would release her frustration, finally falling into a fitful sleep early in the morning.

Just as she did this day.

After Blaire had endured a particularly boring day at the small town newspaper where she worked as a journalist, she exhaustedly flung open the door of her apartment, eager to be home. Hopefully, she could spend her evening alone in peace, maybe even taking the time to order a movie and just possibly even managing to take a relaxing bath. Of course, it was all moot since Blaire knew that in the end she would crash on her lonely double bed, fatigued by her mundane life, and fall asleep at seven in the evening.

Pathetic, she grimaced.

Blaire exhaled quietly through her nose and scrunched her eyes closed as she lamented her situation. What she really needed in life was not a movie, a bubble bath or even a vacation to some exotic locale, but companionship. Hell, even a good lay every now and then would do wonders for her spirit. Blaire shook her head to clear her thoughts, then headed towards the kitchen to fix herself dinner.

As fate would have it, instead of falling into bed as she had fully expected, Blaire found herself inexplicably drawn to the overly cluttered bedroom in a rare hankering for a good cleaning. For the next half hour, she dusted various knick-knacks and what little furniture she owned. It was sad really, considering that Blaire was a singe female journalist and could afford an upgrade in bedroom sets. However, Blaire viewed such things as unnecessary expenditures since she already had a perfectly usable set. Or maybe she was simply lazy. It was easier to not run around town searching for the perfect four-piece set for her crummy little bedroom and avoid risking downtown traffic for something she already owned. Yes, Blaire reasoned internally, the latter was probably the most true.

The dusting finished, Blaire turned to survey the pictures scattered about the walls of the room. There had to be at least seven large hanging pictures and all in a need a good dusting. Especially the one hanging just to the right of her bed. That one had been there since she had moved in, a gift from the former owner that Blaire had found appealing and thus never bothered to remove - even though it did sort of conflict with her general theme. Blaire walked past her bed until she stood before the picture. Leaning back on her heels, she took a scrutinizing eye to the image. It was a pastoral scene with fluffy clouds and a barn off-center. Blaire swiveled to look around her room at the other pieces of art on the wall, her long auburn hair swinging gracefully as her head turned. The other works reflected a more Mediterranean feel, a holdover from the fascination with Napa Valley she had held in her college days. Blaire turned back to the picture in front of her.

"Better stop stalling and get to it," she muttered under her breath.

Grabbing a rag and some window cleaner, Blaire bounded atop her bed. Gazing at the incredibly dirty picture, she realized it had been some time since anyone had bothered to clean it. Then and there, Blaire decided to take the picture down and give it the thorough cleaning it deserved. Leaning forward awkwardly, she managed to remove the cumbersome object and rested it against the headboard. From the corner of her eye, a dark spot high upon the wall caught her attention. Straightening, Blaire turned to stare at the spot. She cocked her head to the side, perplexed that there appeared to be a small indentation in her wall. Blaire jumped off of her bed, nearly twisting her ankle in her rush, and hurried towards the hole. Unfortunately, even standing on tip-toes, Blaire was still about a head too short to get a good look at it. Frowning, Blaire rushed to the kitchen to retrieve a chair, heart beginning to pound as she made her way back to her room. Once at eye level, Blaire bit her lip and hesitantly peered through the wall.

On the other side, Blaire could clearly make out the bedroom of her neighbors, including the full view of the king-sized bed below. Heart thumping harder, she quickly jumped from the chair and hurried to retrieve the picture. Blaire clumsily struggled to raise the object back onto its hanger, still undusted, then turned around and sat down on the edge of her bed, her breath released in ragged gasps.

"What kind of sick pervert would do such a thing?" she asked aloud to the empty room.

Receiving no answer, Blaire frowned and rested her chin in her hand, thinking hard. Apparently, her neighbors had either never noticed the hole or had discovered it, but found it already blocked. To Blaire, it seemed more likely the former as neither had struck her as particularly observant about such things. Hesitantly, she rose from the bed and walked back towards the picture, mind whirring at the scandalous thoughts in her head. Climbing back onto the kitchen chair, Blaire reached her trembling hands upwards and once more removed the picture from the wall. Carefully, she placed the item back upon bed, then climbed back down from the chair and started towards the door. With one last look over her shoulder, Blaire gave the small hole a quick glance before she hurried into the bathroom for that bath she had promised herself.

"I'll definitely watch a movie tonight," she muttered to herself.

Blaire awoke in a daze, startled and confused as to where she lay. After a few panicked moments, she discovered that she had fallen asleep on the couch watching some uninteresting movie. Dragging herself from the couch, Blaire made her way to the entertainment center to turn off the TV then stumbled down the short hallway to her bedroom.

A pale dot on one of the wall brought Blaire fully to alertness as her mind clumsily recalled the discovery earlier in the evening. She turned her head to the source of the spot, tracing a shimmer of pale light streaming from the small hole in the upper part of the wall. Blaire closed her eyes for a moment, willing the verboten item from her brain before moving again towards the bed. She sighed as she slipped between the sheets and pulled the comforter over herself. It didn't take long before Blaire realized that it was a pointless endeavor, her mind insistently coming back again and again to the hole in the wall.

Just ignore it, Blaire's mind warned.

Barely had the words echoed through her mind, did Blaire begin to hear the bed on the other side of the wall begin to creak, the sound of soft pre-coital voices drifting more audibly through the partition since the discovery of the hole. Slowly, the voices and the giggling began to turn to moans and the springs' squeaking came closer together. As Blaire began to subconsciously feel the couple's rhythm, the noises changed to odd ones she couldn't identify. She rolled over to stare at the ceiling, brows furrowing in confusion. The temptation too great, Blaire rose from her bed and stared upward at the light in her wall, too curious to care about any ethical concerns of spying on her neighbors' most intimate moments. Blaire looked to the spot below the hole to discover that the chair had never been returned to its proper place in the kitchen.

Carefully, Blaire quietly crept onto the chair. She pulled back, briefly considering sleeping on the couch to get away from this great temptation. After a few moments of internal debate, Blaire licked her lips and pressed her face against the wall.

Her eyes skimmed the room briefly then fell to the bed. Below, the buxom brunette female hung from the ceiling above the bed, facedown and bound in rope. She wore some sort of fetish gear while the man knelt naked on the bed alongside her. Well, Blairesupposed it was fetish gear, but the truth was that she had never been one for any sort of excitement in the bedroom so she wasn't positive. The woman - what was her name? Jane? Yes, Jane - moaned in anticipation as her partner pushed her gently, watching her sway slightly at his touch. Suddenly, he - wait, Riley was his name, Blaire recalled - grabbed Jane's ankles and pulled her towards his body, parting her legs apart as she glided his way. Blaire watched fascinated from the other side as Riley's erection grew as he blew gently on the apex between Jane's legs. He extended his tongue to gently push asides the folds of her skin and run the tip against the nub hiding within. Jane moaned even louder as Riley switched to thrusting his tongue deep inside her opening. He appeared to be quite skilled at the joys of oral sex, Blaire deduced, judging at how Jane responded to his touch. For a moment, the sensation of jealousy coursed through Blaire at the thought that they could share something together so pleasurable.

Just as Blaire was convinced Jane would come, the man broke off, spinning her quickly with a firm push. When the woman's head came around, Riley captured her shoulders easily and pushed her mouth down onto his erection, face contorting in pleasure as Jane willingly swallowed him. With his broad hands positioned on her hair, Riley steadied Jane's body as he gently thrust himself into her mouth, moaning with his every motion. From the other side, one of Blaire's hands strayed to her breast, her fingers tweaking one nipple and her breath coming out in short pants. A moment later, Riley pulled Jane's head up, spinning her away again. Rising to his knees, the man positioned himself behind Jane and pulled her roughly onto his hard cock. Jane gave an aroused cry as she slid fully onto him, her legs straight out behind her.

Blaire's hand dropped underneath her panties as she watched spellbound, the fabric already soaked from the wetness flowing from her body. She found the throbbing nub hidden between her legs and began to stroke gently. Blaire continued to watch as Riley thrust himself deep and hard into Jane, the two moaning in near unison.

"I'm going to come!" Jane cried suddenly, echoing the thoughts flying through Blaire's head.

As on cue, Riley shifted to strong, short strokes, smiling as his partner's cries came closer together.

"Ooh, God!" Jane wailed as she came, feet flexing and breasts swinging between the ropes as the pleasure washed over her.

Riley continued his assault on his partner, his face growing serious as he turned his focus to his own pleasure, Jane still making little gasping sounds as the waves of orgasm gradually subsided. Riley's hand shifted lower on her hips to gain a better hold, roughly thrusting his cock vigorously inside. He paused shortly to give a random smack to her ass, Jane jumping sharply as his hand connected with her pale skin. Riley's breath began to escape in ragged puffs, his brow furrowing as he watched Jane's body slide over his throbbing erection.

"Do you want me to pull out and come on you?" Riley asked, slowing his strokes.

"Not this time," Jane gasped in reply. 'I-I'm going to come again."

"Are you sure?" Riley returned with a breathless smile. "You don't want to finish me off?"

Jane turned her head to give Riley an amused glance over her shoulder. "Maybe later."

Jane's face contorted with pleasure as Riley returned to his intense thrusting. It took very little time before Jane cried out from her second orgasm. Her voice turned to near screams and her obscenities echoed through both rooms. Riley concentrated hard, his head turned to the side as he observed his partner. A moment later, with Jane still in her own throes of orgasm, Blaire watched Riley's face relax as he tossed his head back and came. The world turned white as waves of Blaire's orgasm finally washed over her. From a distance he could here Riley speaking to Jane is his pleasure-induced fervor.

"Oh baby, you feel so damn good. Oh, God, your pussy is nice."

"You like my pussy, baby?" Jane cooed back, her voice still trembling from the aftershocks of her pleasure.

"Oh God, yes."

Even though she was overwhelmed with guilt at her voyeuristic actions and fatigued from the orgasm, Blaire couldn't quite stop herself from cringing at the couple's lame exchange. Putting it from her mind, she leaned her head against the wall, her body still trembling. Blaire was about to step away when she heard the sounds of the TV in the next bedroom turn on. Curious, she looked through the hole to find the two both fully naked and reclining against the headboard, the ropes still dangling above the bed. Convinced the two were curling up for a little TV after sex, Blaire was taken aback to watch the opening credits of what was obviously a porn movie.

Below her, the woman tittered into Riley's bare and sweaty shoulder as the first scene began. From the way Jane acted, Blaire deduced that this was most likely a favorite movie. Even more curious, Blaire turned her attention to the TV. It was typical male fantasy lesbian porn with plenty of sixty-nine-ing and generous use of dildos. Blaire had become so engrossed with the movie that she failed to notice Jane stroking Riley's dick with light, feathery motions until she began kissing a trail down his body. Riley repositioned himself so that he lay flat on his back, closing his eyes as Jane's lips began to caress the head of his rapidly hardening erection. His lips parted and a moan escaped him as Jane eagerly took him into her mouth as far as she could, her hand wrapping tightly around the base of his member to make up for what part she couldn't swallow. As she continued, Jane spread her legs over one of his legs and began to rub herself against his shin. Riley flicked his tongue over his lips and rested a hand down on the crown of Jane's head.

"I'm going to come," he whispered with a smile. A second later, Riley's body seized and his face displayed an expression of incredible pleasure as the second orgasm overtook him. Blaire nearly gasped while she watched Jane swallow everything Riley gave her, not comprehending how anyone could willingly do such a thing. A moment later, Blaire once again found her hand under her pajama bottoms, rubbing furiously at the growing itch between her legs.

Jane sat back on her heels and smiled at Riley, her face glowing. He gave her a wolfish grin before grabbing his partner and rolling her beneath him. Riley pushed himself back on his knees and ran his hands over her breasts and down her body, spreading her legs wide. Pausing to lean over to the small table beside their bed, Riley retrieved what appeared to be a very large vibrator, then smiled back down to Jane. He inserted the dildo fully into Jane's opening, expertly maneuvering the object around as she began to writhe on the bed. With a flick of a switch, Jane cried out anew, her fingers grabbing at her taut nipples. Riley's thumb simultaneously rubbed her wet and engorged clitoris as he wielded the dildo, easing her need with every stroke. Jane rolled her head to the side, brows furrowing as Riley brought her closer to orgasm. The man watched closely as her skin turned bright pink with anticipation. Blaire closed her eyes, listening to Jane's throes of passion as her own coursed through her body. Riley rose to his knees, yet another erection to be taken care of, and positioned himself above Jane's head.

"Ready for the grand finale, baby?" he asked with a grin, again eliciting a cringe from Blaire on the other side of the wall. Jane merely gave him a devious smile from where she lay on the bed and nodded her head. Riley took himself into his hands and gave himself deft strokes. A few motions later, he gasped and Jane opened her mouth expectantly. White fluid spurted from the tip of his cock and into Jane's awaiting mouth, her eyes gleaming as she accepted him. Another large spurt missed her mouth, instead spraying over her cheek. She tilted her head to catch the remaining drops, then rose and licked the cum dripping off of Riley's cock. Looking into his eyes, she took the head into her mouth and gave it a final hard suck before smiling and sitting up.

"Do you want me to blow you again, baby?" Jane asked seductively, her hand trailing down his length. Riley ran a hand through his hair and frowned.

"It's not that I don't like having my cock in your mouth, it's just that I don't think I can take any more tonight." He looked down to his uncooperative member, then raised his head and raised an eyebrow at Jane. "You can try in the morning, if it will make you feel better."

Jane smiled. "I guess you have yourself a deal, mister."

Riley nodded his head, then leaned back to grab the remote from the night stand and shut off the TV. Their evening session finally complete, the two fell backwards into bed.

Shaking, Blaire stepped down from the chair and climbed into bed, utterly exhausted. On the opposite wall, the light disappeared, leaving an inky blackness detailed in her room. Despite her moral qualms about her actions, Blaire fell immediately into a comfortable and pleasant dream, the likes of which she had only known occasionally as of late, one last conscious thought floating though her head:do I sound that lame during sex, too?It barely formed as she drifted into the next realm.

Her moral dilemma could wait until the next morning.