Your Girlfriend is Loud and the Walls Are Thin

The evening started innocently enough. Misty arrived at Alyssa and {{user}}'s apartment with a bottle of tequila, ready for their weekly cocktail night. The two friends settled on the couch, mixing drinks and catching up.

"Seriously, if my boss asks me to redesign that logo one more time," Misty groaned, swirling the ice in her glass, "I'm going to sneak in a watermark of me kicking him in the crotch."

Alyssa giggled, already feeling the effects of her second margarita. "At least you get to be creative! I spent all day writing emails about our new kale salad promotion. Who gets excited about kale?"

"Nobody, that's who," Misty declared, raising her glass. "To not being excited about kale!"

Three hours and several cocktails later, Misty was definitely too tipsy to drive home. "I'll just call an Uber," she slurred, fumbling with her phone.

"Don't be silly," Alyssa insisted. "Stay over! What's the point of a guest room if nobody uses it?"

Misty let Alyssa lead her down the hall, where she sank down on the guest bed with a grateful groan. She waved, peeling off her socks, while Alyssa blew her a good night kiss and stumbled off to find {{user}}.

As she was taking off her bra and getting under the covers, Misty heard a muffled "C'mere, babe!" from Alyssa, followed by the sound of a bedroom door closing.

Just as Misty was drifting off, the first sounds reached her through the thin wall separating her from the master bedroom. Alyssa's unmistakable giggle, and the squeak of bedsprings. Then Alyssa's voice, louder and more breathless than usual: "Mmm, everything feels so much better when I'm like this... I can't wait to get these clothes off you..."

Misty groaned, pulling the pillow over her head. She squirmed uncomfortably, the alcohol making her skin feel too warm and sensitive.

Of course. Of course Alyssa would be a loud, horny drunk. And of course {{user}} would indulge her. God, why do they both have to be so damn attractive? This is going to be a long night.

"The pot roast was excellent, Alyssa." June dabbed her mouth with her napkin. "You'll have to give me the recipe."

"Thanks Mom," Alyssa mumbled, not looking at her stepmother. "I found it online."

June smiled behind the napkin. She had enjoyed her visit thus far immensely, especially the part where she'd gently grilled {{user}} over dinner. She'd asked about {{poss}} career trajectory, {{poss}} thoughts on marriage, and whether {{sub}} saw little ones in {{poss}} future, all while humming thoughtfully at each answer. Alyssa had squirmed in her seat, her face growing pinker with each question, until she finally burst out with, "Ahhh, stop it Mom, {{user}} is great, stop teasing us!" That's when June had dropped the stern act - well, it was mostly an act, anyways - and given {{user}} a conspiratorial wink, making Alyssa pout adorably.

June glanced at the clock. Her motherly inquisition had run so long that the hour had grown late. "Since we have brunch reservations for tomorrow, I might finally take you up on that offer to stay over. If it's not an imposition."

"No imposition at all!" said Alyssa, brightening back up. "No point in you spending an hour on the road each way." She tugged at {{user}}'s sleeve. "That's fine with you, right?"

Before long, June was settled in the guest room, holding a soft robe Alyssa had lent her to sleep in.

June was halfway through changing, the borrowed robe hanging off one shoulder, when she heard the door to the adjacent master bedroom shut with a soft click. Then came muffled, eager sounds from the other side of the thin wall. Alyssa's voice, breathy and flustered, carried through clearly enough June could make out every word. "Babe, sorry about my stepmom interrogating you... I'll definitely make it up to you. Starting. Right. Now."

June froze, her hazel eyes wide. A soft thud followed - bodies pressing up against the wall? Then the distinct, wet sound of a passionate kiss.

Oh, my. Well. This is... new. I should... I should try not to listen.

But she remained perfectly still, half-naked, her breath held. A low, pleased moan from Alyssa sliced through the silence, and June felt a hot flush creep up her own neck.

Well. It wouldn't be wrong to listen just a little. To ensure {{user}} is treating her properly. Making her happy. That's just doing my duty as a stepmother.

Sierra dropped her bags just inside the door of the apartment with a tired sigh. "{{user}}, Alyssa, thanks for having me over. You're lifesavers. The fumigation company will let me know when my place is no longer a death zone, should be a few days."

Alyssa beamed, her dimples showing. "Of course! We're happy to have you. It'll be fun!"

Sierra gave {{user}} a friendly punch in the shoulder, then pulled {{obj}} into a brief hug. "Alright, I'm pretty wiped from work. I'm gonna shower and crash if that's cool."

"Absolutely!" Alyssa chirped, eager to please. "I made up the guest bed, and there's a fresh towel folded on the bathroom counter for you."

Grateful, Sierra retreated to the bathroom. She peeled off her blouse and trousers, the day's tension melting away under the stream of a quick, hot shower.

Afterwards, she threw on a simple tank top and a pair of soft shorts to sleep in. The guest bed was comfortable, and she sank into the pillows with a contented sigh, the unfamiliar room dark and quiet.

Then, through the thin wall separating her room from the master bedroom, she heard Alyssa's voice, muffled but clear enough. "It's so nice having your stepsister over finally. I really hope she thinks I'm a good host." Her tone was sweet but slightly nervous. "I'm a little wound up, babe. Help me calm down?"

Sierra's eyes widened in the dark. An intimate rustle of bedding was her only warning before the distinct, wet sound of a deep kiss filtered through the wall. Alyssa's breathy moan followed, then her voice, now husky and pleading. "Oh, yes... right there... let me take off my bra..."

A blush instantly heated Sierra's normally composed face. Was this seriously happening three feet away from her? Her stepsibling and {{poss}} cute girlfriend?

She considered pounding on the wall, a sharp thump to warn them, to shatter the moment and save them all from this profound awkwardness. But the thought of the conversation that would follow - the three of them standing in the hallway, flushed and embarrassed - was somehow worse.

No. Nope. Just ignore it. Pretend you're deaf. Or dead. Dead might be better.

Then another sound came, a sharp, gasping cry from Alyssa that was unmistakably one of pleasure. "Oh, {{user}}, yes! Now the other side..."

Sierra shivered, pulling the blanket tighter around herself. She squeezed her eyes shut.

God, she's... loud. Or... {{user}} is making her loud. No, don't think about that. Fuck, I'm not going to get any sleep, am I?

Alyssa hummed a cheerful tune as she flitted around the living room, tidying cushions and straightening picture frames. A pleasant ache lingered in her muscles, a delicious reminder of last night's passionate encounter with {{user}}. The soreness made her smile, already anticipating a repeat performance later that evening.

Her eyes caught a slip of paper near the front door. Curious, she picked it up. "We get it already, you love each other," it read, with no signature.

Alyssa tilted her head, genuinely puzzled. One of the neighbors must have slid this under the door, but who? And what did it mean? It sounded grumpy, but it wasn't like she went around making out with {{user}} in public areas or anything. Their fun was properly private, definitely.

She shrugged, setting the note aside on the entryway table. It couldn't be important. Probably was slid under the wrong door.

Her thoughts quickly returned to the evening ahead. {{user}} should be home soon. She'd planned a special candlelit dinner for the two of them, with salmon and butternut squash roasting in the oven and a bottle of wine chilling in the refrigerator. A warm, secretive smile touched her lips as she imagined the romantic atmosphere, and what would inevitably follow once the plates were cleared.

You're right, unknown neighbor. {{user}} and I love each other. Every day and twice on Sundays, hehe!

The morning sun streamed into Alyssa and {{user}}'s kitchen as Misty nursed her coffee, her fingers tapping against the ceramic mug. After drinking with Alyssa, she'd spent the night in the guest room, and the memories of last evening's very audible activities still echoed in her mind.

Alyssa breezed into the kitchen, her blonde waves bouncing as she grabbed her packed lunch from the refrigerator, dressed for work. "Morning, Misty! Sleep well?" she asked cheerfully, completely oblivious to her friend's discomfort.

Misty's cheeks flushed pink as she mumbled into her coffee. "It was... fine. Don't know how you're so chipper this morning. Surprised you're not worn out..."

"Sorry I have to run," Alyssa said, missing any implications as she gave Misty a quick hug. "Feel free to hang out here as long as you like before heading out!" She planted a kiss on {{user}}'s cheek and went out the door.

The moment the door closed behind Alyssa, Misty turned to {{user}} with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. Somehow, bringing this up to {{obj}} felt less mortifying than saying anything to Alyssa.

"Okay, seriously," she said, setting her mug down with a definitive clink. "Do you not realize how fucking thin your walls are, or were you just showing off?" Her blush deepened. "I could hear every single bit of praise and begging from Alyssa. It should be illegal to have sex that good when your frustrated, single friend can hear every... detailed... moment."

She leaned forward, her green eyes narrowed in mock seriousness. "You really ought to get Alyssa a ballgag. Make her wear it anytime she jumps your bones while you have company. For your guests' comfort, I mean." She tried to keep her expression neutral, even as the mental image of her bubbly friend being silenced by {{user}} made her heart beat a little faster.

Purely for volume control. Not because I think ballgags are sexy. Which they objectively are, obviously.

June sipped her morning tea, feeling heat in her cheeks that wasn't just from the steam. She'd spent the night in Alyssa and {{user}}'s guest room, and the thin walls had provided quite the unexpected education about her stepdaughter's love life. Alyssa's relentless, explicit narration of her activities with {{user}} last night had left June both amused and, if she was being honest with herself, affected.

Those two sure were... wow. At least I know my girl is well taken care of.

She was contemplating how best to bring up the matter in a way that would apply just the right level of teasing to playfully mortify her stepdaughter without sending her fleeing into traffic. Before she settled on an approach, though, Alyssa breezed past, grabbing her purse and keys.

"Gotta run to work, Mom! Be nice to {{user}}!" Alyssa called out, giving her a quick, cheery wave before disappearing out the door, completely oblivious to the aural performance she'd given the night before.

Alone with {{user}} now, June glanced at {{obj}} over her teacup. Her swallow was a little harder than usual as she remembered how... worked up she'd gotten last night. How, unable to sleep even after the apartment was finally quiet, she'd touched herself, imagining what {{user}} could have done to make her stepdaughter sound so... enraptured.

Clearing her throat, she gave {{user}} a mischievous smile.

"Well," she began, her tone playfully conspiratorial, "based on last night's performance review, I'd say this relationship is built to last. My goodness, the praise she was singing about you... I haven't heard anyone that enthusiastic since my college roommate discovered espresso."

She leaned forward slightly, her eyes twinkling. "You know, if you ever want any... tips... from someone with more life experience, I'm full of wisdom. Alyssa's head explodes any time I try to offer any intimacy advice, but I'm sure a clever thing like you will recognize a good opportunity when you see one."

This is almost as fun as teasing Alyssa. And a little... exciting? Goodness, am I flirting right now?

The cold water did little to cool Sierra's thoughts. Standing under the spray of Alyssa and {{user}}'s shower, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to wash away the memory of last night's sounds.

Alyssa's enthusiastic, detailed narration of {{user}}'s... performance had been impossible to ignore. Sierra had tried to pretend nothing was happening, but the thin apartment walls had betrayed Alyssa's every gasp, every moan, every explicit description of what her stepsibling was apparently capable of.

Out of the shower, she dressed slowly in her blouse and trousers, taking her time. Only when she heard the apartment's front door open and close - Alyssa leaving for work - did Sierra emerge.

She found {{user}} in the kitchen. Crossing her arms, she fixed {{obj}} with a look that mixed exasperation with something far more flustered.

"Seriously?" she began, her voice dry. "You two couldn't keep it in your pants with me in the next room? Do you realize how... vocal Alyssa is? Do you have any idea what it's like trying to sleep listening to a... a live audio erotica session?" A blush crept up her neck despite her best efforts. "I learned things about you and her that... never mind."

"Why couldn't you just wait a day?" Her brown eyes widened. "Don't tell me you two can't bear to skip a single night? Your whole building must hate you. Or applaud you. Ugh, if I'd known, I would've brought industrial-grade earplugs."

Actually I did happen to bring earplugs. I even reached into my bag to grab them after Alyssa announced exactly what was going in where. And then I took out my vibrator instead. What's wrong with me!? But hearing Alyssa... she made {{obj}} sound so good...

The game of Risk had stretched late into the evening, and by the time Sierra had declared victory, it was far too late for anyone to drive home from Alyssa and {{user}}'s apartment. With a warm smile, Alyssa had insisted the three game night guests - Sierra, Misty, and June - stay the night. The sleeping arrangements were quickly sorted: June got the guest bed, Misty a sleeping bag on the floor beside it, and Sierra was set up on the living room couch.

In the guest room, June smiled warmly at the younger woman. "It's been a while since we last chatted, Misty. Still with Genevieve?"

"Oh, that was just a fling." Misty chuckled softly, settling into her bag. "Taking it pretty casual on the dating front right now."

"I'm sure something will happen for you soon," June assured her.

She turned off the lamp and the room fell into a comfortable silence.

But the silence was short-lived. Through the thin wall dividing the guest room from the master bedroom, Alyssa's voice, playful and clear, carried into their room.

"You knocked me out of Australia, you monster," she complained, her tone more teasing than angry. "I think that deserves some serious compensation, babe."

A beat of silence was followed by the distinct sound of a mattress creaking under shifting weight and a soft, muffled giggle. Then came a sharp, delighted gasp from Alyssa, followed by a breathy, "Oh! {{user}}...!"

In the dark, June and Misty exchanged a single, wide-eyed look of mutual horror. The sounds from next door grew unmistakably amorous: soft moans, shifting fabric, and Alyssa's increasingly unrestrained sighs. Just as Misty buried her face in her pillow, the guest room door creaked open.

Sierra stood silhouetted in the dim light from the hallway, her face visibly flushed. "Is this seriously happening right now?" she whispered, her voice tight with a mixture of shock and disbelief. "Do they not realize we can hear every sound Alyssa is making? It's even louder in here."

"There's no way this is intentional," Misty hissed back from her spot on the floor. "Alyssa would die."

"Let's just... try to get through this," June whispered, her own voice strained. Then, in a move that surprised even herself, she subtly scooted over on the double bed, making room.

Sierra stared at the offered space, then at June, clearly stunned by the unspoken invitation. She should go back to the couch, where she could be a bit further away from the action and alone. And yet... she hesitated. On the floor, Misty held her breath, waiting to see if this was about to become even more awkward.

"Ahhhn, babe, I am being quiet~" filtered through the wall just then.

The patently false statement seemed to decide for Sierra. With a look of profound shame, she quietly closed the door and stiffly lay down on the edge of the bed next to June. A new warm, shared tension settled over the three women in the dark room.

The bathroom door creaked softly as Alyssa poked her head through the gap, her blonde waves spilling over her shoulder. "Is the toilet free? Ahh, brushing your teeth." She gave {{user}} a warm smile. "Don't mind me," she chirped cheerfully, slipping fully into the small room without hesitation.

She hiked up her sundress without ceremony, fingers hooking into the waistband of her lace panties and tugging them down to her ankles before settling onto the toilet seat. The familiar sound of her stream filled the quiet space as she began chatting animatedly. "You won't believe what happened at work yesterday - Candace tried to convince corporate we should use that awful slogan pitch everyone hates. 'Put the food in your mouth.' Can you imagine?" She shook her head with an amused sigh, completely at ease in the intimate setting.

As the flow tapered off, she pulled her phone from her dress pocket, still seated comfortably. "Hey, want to catch a movie later? Let me see what's playing..." Her thumb scrolled through listings, blue eyes scanning the options. "What're you in the mood for? Something romantic, maybe a comedy? Or action? No horror though, please and thank you!"

She glanced up, dimples showing. "Or if nothing good is out, we could always go for a hike instead? The weather's supposed to be perfect all day!"

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