The Noise in Apartment Six

"How do they hold their breath for so long underwater?" Jennifer asked as she watched the games less-than-live from Sydney.

Melanie lifted her head from the book she was reading. "Who?"

"The synchronized swimming team," Jennifer replied. "Look at them. They just stay under there forever. The whole time they're kicking their legs and twisting. I can't keep up like that in aerobics class, where there's air all around me."

"That is impressive," Melanie agreed. "Look at their legs. I would kill for legs like that."

"Mel, you have legs like that." Jennifer was tired of hearing about Mel's fat thighs, heavy hips, and small breasts. Anyone capable of wearing the dresses Mel did had no place complaining about her body. You can't have your libertine cake and eat it, too.

Mel was about to reply when they heard the moaning from downstairs. "Oh, man, not again!"

Mel and Jen never thought the walls in their apartment building were thin until the new neighbor moved in downstairs. Correction. Not until his girlfriend started stopping by his apartment. To say the least, her lovemaking was vocal.

"You know she's faking that," Jen said.

"Ya think?"

"Sure. There's no thumping. He's not making any noise. Just her and her shrieking." The shrieking continued even as they spoke.

"Maybe he's eating her out," Mel suggested. "He might be just as good at breath control as those swimmers."

"That's a thought. Lick or dick?" Jen asked. The screaming continued to echo in the room.

"Lick or dick, the bitch won't quit. Can't be his prick. I'm betting that he likes to lick."

"That sounds like Dr. Seuss," Jen said with a laugh.

"X-rated Dr. Seuss," Mel agreed. "'The Jock in the Box'?"

"How about, 'Horton Hears a Ho'?"

Below, the moaning built to a crescendo. Mel and Jen feigned applause.

"What do you want for dinner?" Mel asked.

"Huh?" Jen asked.

"Are you still watching the Olympics?"

"Of course. Today is men's gymnastics. You should see these fucking guys. They're so buff."

Mel stopped and admired the lean waist and broad shoulders of the pretty boy from Russia approaching the apparatus.

"That is nice," Mel said.

"Later on is track and field. Just as much muscle, only with spandex. You can practically tell which guys are circumcised or not."

"You're starting to sound a bit obsessed."

"Obsessed?"

"Mm-hmm."

Jen thought about it forma moment. "I've actually been wondering about the drug tests."

"What?"

"You know, the drug tests. They're probably Urine tests, right?"

"I guess," Mel replied.

"And they're supervised, right?"

"I guess." Mel did not like where this was going.

"Well, I wonder if they could use volunteers. To help them aim or something."

"That is so wrong, Jen. Urine samples, not sperm samples. That's just disgusting."

Jen's rebuttal was interrupted by the familiar sound of sex from downstairs.

"What is up with that girl?" Jen asked.

"I think it's more what's up with him," Mel said. "Maybe it's time we got to meet our new neighbor."

"Huh? What are you going to do? Knock on his door and say, 'Can I borrow a cup of flour? And, oh by the way, tell your girlfriend to try biting the pillow instead of screaming her lungs out.' I don't think so, Mel."

The volume of moaning increased.

"Hallowe'en is coming," Mel suggested. "Maybe we should just go trick or treating."

"Oh, I see!" Jen replied. "This isn't about asking him to stop at all."

"You have your gymnasts," Mel said. "And I have my own little ideas."

Melanie spotted him at the mailbox. The neighbor. The source of many a disturbing orgasmic wail. A source she was interested in tapping for herself. She eyed him up and down. Slim, cute. Just a bit of stubble on an otherwise athletic looking face. No Russian gymnast, to be sure, but the Olympics had been over for a week.

Melanie was about to open her own mailbox when she was struck with an idea. "Excuse me," she said. "My name is Mel and I live in the building. I just realized I forgot my keys. Do you have a mobile phone I might use to call my roommate?" Please don't have a phone, Mel thought, please don't have a phone.

The neighbor turned to face Mel. His eyes subtly moved over her curvy frame before settling on her eyes. "No, I'm sorry to say I don't."

Mel's smile turned to a slight grimace. She sighed dramatically.

"I was just on the way in, though. You can call from my apartment."

"Oh, thanks," Mel said, brightening. She fought the urge to clench a fist and say, "Yes!"

Melanie let him lead the way. It gave her a good chance to check out his butt. She approved. He made his way down the hall and fished in his pocket for his keys. "I'm Rod, by the way."

"A pleasure," Mel said. Rod. That sounded promising.

Rod let her in and quickly took of his jacket. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Sure," Melanie answered.

"I think I only have beer in the fridge," Rod said. "Is that okay, or would you just like some water?"

"Beer's fine," Mel said. "I'm done working for the day."

Rod smiled. "Yeah, me, too." His eyes lingered on Mel for a second before he stepped to the kitchen. "Oh, the, uh, phone is right over there."

Melanie picked up the phone and dialed her room. It rang twice before the line clicked and Jennifer picked up the phone. "Hello," she said.

"Damn," Mel said, replacing the phone on its carriage. "Answering machine."

"Sorry about that," Rod said. "Well, you have an open beer, now. Might as well sit and enjoy it."

She did. Rod drank a beer, as well. They talked. Idle conversation about jobs, how they came to live where they did, the last movie they saw. It could just as easily have drifted onto talk about the Olympics. Mel finished her beer and asked Rod where the bathroom was. She already knew, of course; the layout was exactly the same as her apartment. She just wanted to be polite. After Rod showed her the way, she got on with her business.

"Rod," Mel called.

Rod moved form the kitchen where he grabbed a second beer. "Yes," he said. Mel stood in the door of the bathroom.

Mel held up a small cardboard tube. "You're out of toilet paper."

"Oh," he said. "There's more in the closet." Rod stepped into the bathroom, and took hold of the closet door. He swung it open and announced, "Here!"

And there it was. Not toilet paper, though there was a full package of that. It stood out, and there was no way for Rod or Mel to pretend it wasn't there. Mel wasn't sure exactly what it was, but it was certainly adult in nature. Made of glass, perhaps, it was crystal clear and has three prongs. One was shaped like a solid cylinder, the second exactly like a phallus, and third a tapered finger. It seemed like the end of a trident, but one more likely to be used by Pan than Neptune.

"That's not mine," Rod said.

"Of course," Mel said, still staring at the three-way tool. "Where would you put it?"

"I'm so embarrassed."

"What is it?" Mel asked.

"It's a clingon."

"A what?"

"A clingon. That's what the catalog called it anyway."

Mel stared at it some more. Was this the cause of all that screeching? Was this the Secret of Apartment Six? She had come this far. She had to know.

"Can I borrow it?"

Rod's eyes jumped through their sockets to a point about an inch away from the tip of his nose. "What?"

"I guess that is kind of rude," Melanie admitted.

"No," Rod stammered. "I mean..."

"What if I used it here?" Mel asked.

Rod's jaw hit the floor. That wasn't so bad, really. That way he might use his tongue to catch his eyes if they fell away from their spot in midair.

"That's rude, too, isn't it?" Melanie asked. "I guess I should offer to let you use it on me."

Rod would have fainted and fallen backwards, but the weight of his strong jaw resting on the ground kept him fixed in place. It didn't help his speech any, however. "You...here...want..."

Melanie did the only thing she could with a tongue-tied boy. She untied it with hers. Their lips pressed firmly before parting. It seemed the kiss helped restore much needed oxygen to Rod's brain.

"Why don't we move over to the bedroom," he said.

"Why don't we?" Melanie replied. She grabbed the clingon from the closet.

There was a mad flash of activity to separate Melanie from her clothes. Call it unsynchronized undressing. Rod did it in world record time, however. Definitely worth a medal or something. Just as quickly, he pressed his face to her snatch. He inhaled her scent and delved his tongue inside her quim. Mel rested on her back: knees in the air, and legs parted, with Rod's mouth working on her twat. He was talented. Mel could believe he could get a girl to scream this way. But looking at the toy in her hand, she knew what the source of all the moans really was.

"I think this thing might be a little cold," Mel said.

Rod took his face away from her crotch for the briefest of moments. "Give it to me." Rod tucked it up under his shirt and assumed a prone position. He resumed licking Mel's pussy while his body heated the clingon.

In anticipation, Mel's thoughts drifted to the toy resting under Rod's chest. She enjoyed the feel of his tongue circling her clit, and thought about those three shafts sliding inside her. Three. "Oh, Rod," she said. "I think we may need a little lube or something."

Again, Rod interrupted his tonguing for a split second. "Gotcha." He slid his hands over to her knees, and shifted to rise to his knees. The clingon slipped out from under his shirt and fell to the bed. Instead of going to get the lube as she expected however, Rod took hold of her thighs and flipped her over.

"I see," Melanie said.

"So do I," Rod said. He admired her round bottom before putting the clingon back under his shirt, and sliding back between her legs. Rod hooked an arm under each thigh, pushing Mel's legs apart with his shoulders. His tongue met her rosebud, and soon he coated the outside of her ribbed ring with a generous coat of wetness. He squeezed her buttocks and darted his tongue into her tight hole. The acrid, salty smell filled the air close in around her ass. Soon the tight dot of muscle was as wet as the slippery slit that Rod could feel against his chin.

Rod moved away and took hold of the warmed clingon. "Roll over," he said. Mel complied, and after she flipped her hair away from her eyes, she saw Rod positioning the toy against her crotch. She spread her legs to accommodate him, and enjoyed a moment of lip-licking expectation just before the glass tips pressed against her glistening pink flesh.

"Here goes," Rod said, and with one motion he thrust two shafts inside her, and slid the third between her cunt lips and against her swollen clitoris. He was clearly well practiced with this piece of equipment.

"Ohhh," Melanie moaned. It may have been a shriek, but she couldn't tell. She couldn't really feel anything except the sensations from below. She was completely filled, and even as one small muscle twitched to accommodate the toy, it pulled other pars of her more in contact with it.

"Roll your hips," Rod instructed.

She did. It didn't help. It only seemed to increase the presence inside her. She arched her back with the same result. Soon she was convulsing in an escalating spiral of penetrative pleasure. She couldn't stay quiet, either.

"How's that?" Rod asked, torturing her. She could only moan in response. An orgasm was coming, and she knew it. It was so sudden, but there was no stopping it. It was like a mudslide, and try as she might to jerk her hips away from it, it rolled over her body with awesome speed and pressure. Melanie howled.

"Nice," Rod said. Melanie sought release, but Rod placed the butt of his palm against the clingon and kept it in place. "Kinda fills you up, huh? Every hole, right to the brim."

"All but one," Melanie said. It was a monumental effort to speak. "Gimme your cock."

Rod grinned with glee. He stripped out of his pants, tossed off his shirt and threw them to the floor. Melanie opened her mouth to accept his turgid member. Even as his cock entered her mouth she emitted one last long moan. Abruptly the sound ceased and was replaced by slurping.

Melanie was too far-gone for active cock sucking. Rod took it upon himself to buck his hips and fuck her mouth as Melanie writhed on the bed with pleasure. Now it was his turn to moan. He pushed ever deeper into her mouth, and all Melanie did was grasp onto his buttocks to steady his wild thrusts.

Melanie rocked her hips back and forth. She heard Rod's moans grow louder. She felt the quivering of his cock just as the first jets of hot come splashed inside her mouth. She succumbed to a second orgasm herself listening to Rod grunt with pleasure as his prick twitched against her lips.

It was over as fast as it had begun. Rod and Melanie got up from the bed. And started to sort out the pile of clothes on the bedroom floor.

"What's that?" Melanie asked.

"My mobile phone," Rod said indifferently before realizing what had happened. "Oh, shit..." Melanie's laughter was short lived. Rod held up a set of keys. "These wouldn't be your apartment keys, would they?" he asked mockingly. "I'll bet your roommate was home, too," Rod said.

Melanie smirked. "Right. And you only have beer in the refrigerator?"

"You just missed it," Jennifer said as her roommate entered the apartment. "They were at it again down there. Only this time she shut up midway through and then he started groaning."

"We really do need to have a talk with him," Melanie said.

"You think?" Jen asked.

"Absolutely," Melanie said with an exasperated look on her face. "And if you won't go down there, I will."

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