2:30 in the morning this past Saturday I was awoken by the unmistakable sound of an orgasm. My eyes flew open and the first thing I thought was I've been living here a year and this is the first time I've heard someone having sex
I crept to my open bedroom window and tried to locate the source of the sound. Easily enough it was coming from the bedroom directly across from mine. Both of the windows were wide open and I saw a flickering candle and I strained to hear if there would be more movement. Apparently I had just caught the last act because I saw the girl crawl out of the bed and scamper into the bathroom completely naked. I stood in the shadows like some creeper waiting for her to come back out, she flipped off the light before I could catch a glimpse of the rest of her body. Her boyfriend then stood up and unfortunately bent over to pick up his underwear. That was when I had to avert my eyes and I decided it was time to try to go back to bed.
But it got me thinking.
If I could hear them having sex, and they weren't all that loud, could they hear us?
On Friday Sheri had texted me that she was coming over early on Saturday and that I better be wearing nothing but a smile when she walked in the door. I woke up and hopped in the shower to start the ritual of washing and shaving, making sure that I was baby smooth for at least the first 5 minutes. I dug through my "drawer" (come on, we all have one) for some lingerie and wear nothing underneath. Technically I'd be naked, all she would have to do is lift up the teddy.
I heard her coming up the stairs and I hopped onto my bed and laid seductively on my side. She poked her head around the corner and smiled "That's not being naked."
I grinned as I stood up to help unbutton her shirt as I kissed her gingerly. As we laid down I told her about what I heard in the middle of the night. "I wonder if anyone can hear me," I mused.
"I'm sure they can," she said as she gave my neck little kisses.
"Even through closed windows? We can test it out later. You can go outside and I'll make noise and you tell me if you can hear me."
"Mmmhmm" she mumbled as she moved down my collar bone.
For the next two hours we drank each other in. I watched her face as she lay beneath me. I put my head down and listened to her breathe and moan and I could feel her heart quicken. When she was done I made my move for my last one, or as I call it, The Big One. I like to save that one for last because it's the most intense, like the grande finale of our sex.
I laid collapsed across the bed, panting. Sheri had a satisfied smile on her face as she patted my leg "You feel better baby?"
The only thing I could muster up was nodding my head once.
I somehow managed to roll myself out of the bed and stand on wobbly legs, my muscles still tense and I could barely stand upright. We prepared ourselves for the rest of the day and when we got home a few hours later I said "Before you take your coat off go out back. I'll close the window and you see if you can hear me."
I watched for her to round the corner of my building. She looked up from the sidewalk out back and I gave her a quick thumbs up and closed the windows. I walked over to my bed (which is about two steps, not a very far walk) and I started calling out. I started out softly at first and gradually got louder to what I thought would be me at the loudest. I stopped and ran back to the window and looked out and saw the look of horror written across Sheri's face as she nodded that yes, undoubtedly, people could hear me loud and clear.
As she came back into my building I rang out again to see how audible it would be in the hallway for my neighbor downstairs (which luckily I have a new neighbor who makes herself scarce on the weekends). "Ohhh, it's even louder out in the hallway!" she laughed as she came back in.
"Oh, poor Anna," I said about the woman who used to live below me who was homebound. I always tried to keep my volume down with my old neighbor because I knew she'd probably be able to hear me since she was confined to a wheelchair and was unable to leave the apartment. Luckily my new neighbor is a young girl and is mostly gone on the weekends giving Sheri and I free reign to be as loud as we want.
Or so I thought.
"Just think how loud you have to be for me to be able to hear you so clearly outside. And you have to go through plaster and cement!"
I shrugged and smiled. "At least we have sex during the day and aren't keeping anybody up at night."
So the next time the question is going to be: Will we, or won't we, be loud? You know, for the sake of my neighbors.
