THE NEXT MORNING, my first official morning in my new place, found me sipping a cup of coffee and munching a leftover donut from yesterday's moving-in party.
I wasn't quite as awake as I'd hoped to begin unpackingpalooza, and I silently cursed last night's antics next door. The girl was plowed, spanked, she came, she slept. The same for Camila. I assumed her name was Camila, as that was what the girl who liked to be spanked kept calling her. And really, if she was making up a name there were hotter ones than Camila to be screaming out.
"Still nothing, huh, O?" I sighed, looking down. During month four of The Missing O, I'd started to talk to my O as though she were an actual entity. She felt real enough when she was rocking my world back in the day, but sadly, now that O had abandoned me, I wasn't sure I'd recognize her if she saw her. 'Tis a sad, sad day when a girl doesn't even know her own orgasm, I thought, looking wistfully out the window at the San Francisco skyline.
I unfolded my legs and padded to the sink to rinse out my coffee mug. Placing it in the sink to drain, I pushed my light blond hair back into a sloppy ponytail and surveyed the chaos that surrounded me. No matter how well I planned, no matter how well I labeled those boxes, no matter how often I told that idiot moving guy that if it said KITCHEN it did not belong in the BATHROOM, it still was a mess.
"What do you think, Clive? Should we start in here or the living room?" He was curled up on one of the deep windowsills. Admittedly, when I was scouting new places to live, I always looked at the windowsills. Clive was fond of looking out on the world, and it was nice seeing him waiting for me when I came home.
Right now he looked at me, and then seemed to nod toward the living room. "Okay, living room it is," I said, realizing I'd only spoken three times since waking up this morning, and every word uttered had been directed at a pussy. Ahem...
About twenty minutes later Clive had started a stare-off with a pigeon and I was sorting DVDs when I heard voices in the hallway. My noisy neighbors! I ran to the door, almost tripping over a box, and pressed an eye to the peephole only to see the doorway across the hall. What a pervert I am, honestly. But I made no attempt to stop peeping.
I couldn't see very clearly, but I could hear their conversation: the woman's voice low and soothing, followed by unmistakable sighing from her companion.
"Mmm, Camila, last night was fantastic."
"I thought this morning was fantastic too," she said, planting what sounded like one helluva kiss on her.
Huh. They must have been in another room this morning. I hadn't heard a thing. I pressed my eye back to the peephole. Dirty pervert.
"Yes, it was. Call me soon?" she asked, leaning in for another kiss.
"Of course, I'll call you when I'm back in town," she promised, swatting her on her bottom as she giggled again and turned away.
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WallBanger (camren)
AdventureWallbanger is the story of Lauren, a young, single interior designer who has been without a girlfriend and without her 'O' for some time. She moves in to a lovely apartment that seems perfect, only to be awakened nightly by her neighbor, the 'wallba...
