"Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..."
squeak squeak squeak squeak squeaksqueaksuqeaksqueaksqueek
"Ah... ah... ah... ah... AH... AH... AH... AH..."
Janie (one of my 5 housemates) has a boyfriend. The question as to whether or not they are having sex is now put to rest.
I am laying here in my room with the fucking gorgeous four poster bed--the room I'm "borrowing" until my 6th housemate A. returns. What will be *my* bed for the rest of the summer has arrived and was set up about a week ago in the room next door. Jaine and her boyfriend are christening the bed before I've even slept in it.
Now she's hyperventilating in tune with a series of slapping sounds--he must be riding her doggy style. Her rhythmic gasps mesh with the rhythmic squeaking of the bed: "ah-squeak-ah-squeak-ah-squeak".
I find myself wondering (as I'm sure everybody does when they hear someone fucking in the next room) is that what I sound like? They're fitting all the stereotypes: "Oh baby, oh yeah, oh god..." If it wasn't for the fact that I recognized their voices I'd think they were watching a porn video.
I wonder what it will be like to sleep in that bed when my housemate returns and I have to move back into that room.
"oh my god, oh my god... ah...ah...ah...ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.... oh my god... mmm-mmm... oh my god..."
Both of them just gave a loud moan at the same time.
The squeaking has stopped.
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Monday, June 16, 2008
Permission Granted
"Hey," said Avril as she climbed the stairs to her room, "So-And-So's coming over to see me tonight.
Since So-And-So was neither The Atheist nor the German boy she had met on Craigslist, I said, "Who?"
"He's a boy from school that I fuck sometimes."
"Oh." Then, after a moment's thought, "Does this mean I can start bringing boys over?" The proper ettiquete in such matters had always eluded me.
"Yes!" she yelled down at me from the second floor. "But only, like, dudes we know. So they don't steal anything."
Since So-And-So was neither The Atheist nor the German boy she had met on Craigslist, I said, "Who?"
"He's a boy from school that I fuck sometimes."
"Oh." Then, after a moment's thought, "Does this mean I can start bringing boys over?" The proper ettiquete in such matters had always eluded me.
"Yes!" she yelled down at me from the second floor. "But only, like, dudes we know. So they don't steal anything."
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