| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: The Girl Living on the Floor Above (1/5) |
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Something woke me up in the middle of the night. I looked around, then focused my eyes on the clock. 1:13 a.m. My first reaction was to curse, which I accompanied with a yawn. A noise from above had wakened me. I didn’t know why I was so sure, but I was. A nice looking girl named Jessica lives in the flat above me. She is 21. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about anything, ready to fall asleep again. A moan came from above. There was a seductive tinge in it, pain and pleasure mixed together. For all I knew she was single, but obviously I was wrong. I heard shuffling, then another, more persistent moan. The moan quickly turned into a series of quiet gasps, which started to fray my nerves. I heard something heavy dropping with a crash. “They are getting wild”, I thought to myself. I was getting sleepy, imagining Jessica being fucked by her boyfriend. “Sam, can you hear me?” Jessica’s urgent voice came from above. My name! Startled, I sat up in bed, unable to grasp what was happening. Was it a dream or reality? “I need you, Sam,” she intoned passionately. My drowsiness evaporated instantly. I dressed as fast as I could, wondering if it was some kind of joke. I knocked warily on Jessica’s door. “Come in, it’s open,” she cried out impatiently. It was almost dark inside; the only light coming from her reading lamp. She was in bed, lying on her side, staring at me. “I heard you calling my name so…” I said nervously. “Sorry for waking you up.” “No problem.” Illuminated by the light from the lamp, her angelic face was nicely framed by her shoulder length blond hair. Closing her eyes, she parted her lips and moaned softly. My feet drew me closer. She was dressed in a blue T-shirt, which swelled gently over her breasts. It barely covered her upper thighs. “I thought that maybe you would…” she started, and then blushed slightly. “I am just as embarrassed as you are.” She smiled and looked at the floor, her fingertips toying with a stray lock of hair. “The point is that I …need some help,” she said. “What can I do for you?” “My cat tripped me while I was going to the bathroom in the dark. It could have been funny if I hadn’t hurt my ankle,” she explained. As if on cue, her cat meowed. A fat Siamese, for what I could see was sprawled in the corner. “Shut up, Sophie!” Jessica said, then looked at me and added,” I need some painkillers. In the bathroom, just above the sink. “ I stole a look at Jessica’s feet, clad in white socks, then brought the pills and a glass of water. “Maybe I should call a doctor,” I said, watching her take the pills. She graciously bent her head while drinking. Her neck was long and slender. “I hope my ankle will get better by tomorrow. If not, then I will have to see a doctor. Sam, can you help me go to the bathroom? I don’t want to wet myself. This stupid ankle of mine…” “Of course.” She sat up in bed, swinging her legs over the side. When |
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