The sounds of my neighbors making love woke me up.

Again. They were nothing if not predictable. It wasn’t their fault, I told myself — also yet again. The walls were thin in the dorm. And they were in love. Or at least in lust. They were in something; he was inside her — that was for sure.

Still, they didn’t have to be quite so vocal, did they? I heard Joe’s sighs. I heard Cora’s groans. I put my pillow over my head. Their lovemaking sounds reached me through the down. I came out from under the pillow.

My roommate was away for the weekend, probably making her own lustful noises with her boyfriend at the nearby university where he was studying. I grabbed a book and my pillow and headed out of the room and down the hall to the common room, which I’d seen earlier had been decked out for Halloween. There was no way I was going to get any sleep until they were finished. At least I could catch up on my work.

There, I found Marc sitting on one of the sofas which was situated underneath black and orange streamers. He had a book on his lap. Marc lived on the other side of Joe.

“You, too?” he asked sympathetically. He’d clearly been listening to what I’d been listening to.

“Don’t they ever quit?”

He shook his head. “I timed them once. I think they went at it for three hours without taking a break.”

“Or a breath,” I said.

“Usually, I wouldn’t care, but I have this chem final tomorrow.” He held up the thick book.

I should have been studying, too. But I’d chosen an early night so I could be refreshed in the a.m. That had failed. I looked at Marc. He was cute with his spectacles on the edge of his nose. I moved to his sofa and began to read over his shoulder. Then I started reading aloud, putting a lot of emotion into the rather dry text.

He laughed and shut the book.

“I have an idea,” I said.

“Do tell.”

I looked at the textbook. “What if we made our own chemistry?”

“You want to mix… potions?”

I put a hand on his thigh. “I want to mix something.”

That was all he needed to hear. We went back to my room and locked the door behind us. The neighbors were still going strong — and loud. Marc and I met each other’s eyes. Then we gave them a run for their money. I started to suck his cock. He said, “Oh, Julie! Oh, oh!” He was overacting at first, but then I could tell I was really reaching him. There was momentary quiet next door. Ha! I thought. They were paying attention to us now.

“Your mouth feels like heaven!” he shouted.

I felt my cheeks go pink. If they hadn’t known what we were up to specifically, they definitely did now. There was murmuring on the other side of the wall. Then we heard Joe saying, “Suck me harder!” Aha. So we were influencing their activities. Marc pulled out from between my lips and lifted me to standing. Then he went on his knees and tongued me good until I was speechless with bliss as I anchored myself by gripping his shoulders. He paused for a breath and then hissed, “Make some noise!”

Oh, that’s right! I was supposed to up the ante. So I cleared my throat and said, “Fuck, that’s good. You know just how to lick my… ” Then I stopped. I had never been a dirty-talker before. Did I say snatch? Or pussy? Or should just moan? Marc made another sensuous circle around my clit. Then he sucked on it, sucked hard, and my knees trembled. I was going to slide to the floor.

“Let them know!” he insisted. He went back to sucking almost immediately. I got over my stage fright and shouted, “Keep doing that, Marc! Keep sucking my clit!” He squeezed my ass with his hands and rubbed his chin hard against me. I came in a rush, my whole body quaking, and then we settled back on to my mattress. The bed on the other side of the dorm wall was slamming into the plaster. Marc maneuvered me into a doggy-style position and got behind me, clutching my hips tightly.

At some point, I forgot we were teaching them a thing or two about making noise. I forgot everything except for Marc and how well he was fucking me. Did I cry out his name? I think so. Did I scream out my pleasure? I must have. Because after we’d both reached our peak, I heard a distinct sound. This time, however, it wasn’t coming from Cora and Joe. It was coming from the room on the other side. Fuck. Had I disturbed our other neighbors? I thought I might have. Then I realized — no. We’d inspired them. The sounds of people making love emanated from the room on our right, and Joe and his lover were back at it on our left.

I turned to look and Marc, and we made eye contact. Then we decided to add our music to the cacophony.

If you can’t beat ‘em. Fuck ’em. In stereo!

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