My Neighbor Did It Every Night, Sending My Sleep for a Walk

I always believed it's in your best interest to have good relations with your neighbors. And now I believe it even more…

Late July, Pagkrati, and in the usually noisy apartment building, no one was left except for some elderly couples on the first floor. I was also stuck working in a dreadful shop selling grandmothers' clothes, which wouldn't close until August began, and I had absolutely no life. Let alone, of course, a sex life.

To be precise, I didn't have a relationship that summer and all my friends were basking on beaches while I was folding little slips and selling printed dresses.

So, I was condemned to the home-shop-home route with no one to go out with or even talk to.

In the evenings, I got by with movies on the veranda – thankfully I was on the top floor and didn't feel choked by concrete. I had even moved my bed outside and slept there, so I could feel like I, poor thing, had gone somewhere too.

That's how a week had passed since Athens had emptied out and I was about to die of boredom and heat. Until the evening when I finally heard sounds from the neighboring apartment again.

The man from the neighboring apartment was Grigoris. I had run into him a few times in the elevator since I moved into the building, but we exchanged formal greetings and he always gave me the impression he felt terribly wonderful to turn and look at me – a fact that made me deeply and truly dislike him.
Grigoris had accustomed us to all-night sex, which he often did densely, sending my sleep to hell, but also to scenes of horrible jealousy with all those women who thought they had come to stay. I almost hated him. But compared to the absolute summer necropolis of the apartment building, I preferred Grigoris a thousand times.

At least I wasn't so afraid of being alone in an entire building. If burglars broke in, who would save me, the ninety-year-olds on the first floor?

So, Grigoris had hurriedly returned from his vacation, as he said on the phone, because some girl had freaked out over some messages and kicked him out of her country house.
By evening, Grigoris had overcome his sorrow and his next victim was already on the neighboring veranda giggling at his "jokes."

I had properly pricked up my ears and could barely keep myself from interfering in the conversation which, as expected, would end in sex. At some point I heard them get up and go inside.

My bedroom shares a wall with Grigoris's bedroom, so out of sheer boredom, I decided to play a prank.

I went into my room too and as soon as I heard the first thump thump of the bed against the wall, I started moaning loudly, while in reality I was in stitches.

Every so often Grigoris would stop to understand what was happening, so I would shut up too. The moment he started again, I'd give him moans.

When I realized we were about to "finish," I gave it my all, resulting in no one else finishing except me. From next door, silence. I had ruined it for him and I won't claim that didn't arouse me a little.

After about ten minutes, I heard his door close and her heels in the hallway. She had left.

I felt a few pangs of guilt, which quickly vanished when I went back out on the veranda and heard Grigoris having a good time by himself in front of the computer with something that sounded like amateur porn.

However much I had laughed earlier, now my laughter was slowly dying down. I had started getting wet.

I pressed against the wall that separated us to hear the video and Grigoris's movements better.

I slid my hand under my underwear, unable to hold back a sigh that betrayed my hideout.

I heard him jump towards my side and I barely had time to get inside. I had ruined it for him a second time. So, I suddenly felt the desire to make it up to him.

As I was, with messy hair, a short dress and no underwear, I knocked on his door. He caught on immediately.
Outside, the video was still playing. "That was me," I told him. He smiled as if I had done him a favor.

He signaled for me to come in and I went straight to the veranda. I rested my elbows on the railing and felt him coming behind me. You all understand what followed…

Since then, whenever I want to repeat it, I just have to fake an orgasm from the comfort of my own home. After all, we're just a door apart.

*The name has been changed for obvious reasons