<strong>Location:</strong>a two-bedroom, one bathroom apartment on the second floor of a four story building.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>“Oh fuck yes, that’s the spot baby, keep on going keep on going…”</strong>The loud creaking noises of the old bed as well as Lily-Jane’s increasingly louder moans and yelps spurred her lover on. And Ginny had a front-row seat, whether she wanted to or not. Their shared apartment was small and the walls were thin, not to mention the fact that their bedrooms were side by side. Since she had moved in a little over three years ago, she had spent many nights kept awake by Lily-Jane’s rutting.  Not that Ginny could complain, since she herself had returned the favor on many an occasion, though she didn’t get quite as much action as her slightly older best friend. By now, her roommate had a “reputation” around town, which meant she attracted a certain type of man. Not the type that was looking for anything meaningful or long-term. Even men of loose sexual morals didn’t want to take the village bicycle home to meet mom. Sometimes Ginny wondered if that kind of hypocrisy was typical for small towns or if it was just the norm everywhere.<br/><br/>Ginny couldn’t quite figure out who Lily-Jane had brought home that night, since she hadn’t heard the man speak, apart from the occasional grunt. No doubt it was just another loser she had picked up at Hannity’s, the local watering hole where Ginny herself sometimes went after work. Not that night though, she had been way too tired and enjoying a deep sleep until Lily-Jane and her beau had snapped her from the peaceful darkness with their wild fucking. Having figured out that she wouldn’t get much sleep anyway, she had picked the book off her nightstand and tried to focus on the letters on the page instead of the noises coming from the next-door room. When she had just moved in with Lily-Jane, she had found it quite arousing and exhilarating to listen to her friend fuck. Often times it had led to her pleasuring herself. But after three years of it, she honestly hoped for them to finish quickly so she could resume her slumber.<br/><br/>The book she was reading was just a bit of pulp she had borrowed from Stu, the chef at the diner she worked at. Most of his books were of the low-brow variety and she figured that her colleague probably tossed away any volume that didn’t have enough sex and violence. This one was about a group of resistance fighters in World War II France. The twist was that they were all women, and by the author’s rather warped logic, they spent as much time fucking the Nazis as they did killing them. A scream of pure pleasure cut through the night just as Ginny had finished a chapter in which the leader of the resistance group had killed a Nazi officer by stabbing him in the chest (right after performing fellatio on him, of course). She heard a pained grunt follow her friend’s scream and knew that the guy – whoever he was – had spilled his load too.<br/><br/>The quiet suddenly returned to the neighboring room and Ginny was relieved to put her book down and go back to sleep. As she flicked off her light, she hoped that the guy would be gone before she woke the next morning. It was always a bit awkward to meet Lily-Jane’s conquests…<br/><br/><br/>