What Was That Noise?

The front door of the neighboring apartment closed hard.

He opened his eyes, rolled over and looked toward the alarm clock. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, the digital numerals found their form and told him it was just after 1:00 a.m.

Now he was awake, wide-awake.

Silhouetted by the alarm clock in the in the scarce light of their new apartment, lay the woman who had become his wife only a few days earlier.

They lay together on his parent’s, hand me down, sleeper sofa in their “new” living room. Their “new” mattress and box springs should have been delivered already, but for now the old green “early married” sofa doubled as their marriage bed.

Everything about the big city was so “new” to her. She was, to put it mildly, a fish out of water. A small town girl, sheltered, from a strict upbringing, she was quite naive in the rules of surviving the day-to-day stresses that comes from sharing the city with millions of other people.

Her skin’s normally porcelain like glow had been tempered by a sun-filled summer prior to their fall nuptials. Butter cream beauty now lay next to him. He knew from their limited intimate time together that there were areas of her feminine form that had never seen the summer sun, except, that one time in high school in a girlfriend’s back yard when she had “laid out” nude for a short while and then felt guilty for days afterward.

Now two of their fellow citizens were on the other side of the sheetrock, insulation and pine studs that separated their worlds by only six inches. Their stereo system began to thump a slow, but audible bass line that could not only be heard, but also felt, through the limited soundproofing of their shared wall.

As he admired her feminine form, he saw her chest rise and fall with each breath.

He still felt the intrusion of sound and beat from next door. The rhythm, reminded him of the newborn passions his bride and he had only begun to explore. She had very little experience in expressing herself in any physical or carnal way. He had however, already glimpsed moments in their lovemaking, that hinted of one day when her pursuit of sexual pleasure would, undoubtedly, blossom beyond anything he had seen or could even imagine.

Stirred by the audio stimulation from the late night partiers next door, he could not fall back asleep. The bass thumped low and steady but now, added in, was another rhythm that had only just started to make itself known. It seemed that the neighbors were starting to find their own two-person duet that would only cease when they exploded in their own rock concert.

The invading sounds were now mocking him.

He again looked at her body, and at some sub-conscious level, her caramel tips began to harden and peak, pushing at her “new” silky lingerie. Could it be the trace of Blackfoot Indian blood that flowed though her veins bringing back the memories of ancient war and rain dances to the rhythm of the buffalo hide drums? Could it be possible that the timbre and count of the 1980’s pop beat next-door as well as her own emerging passions spanned the centuries and connected with her soul while she slept? What was she was seeing in her dream?

He began to wonder what would happen if he reached further down her sumptuous and lean frame to her brunette cloaked lover’s lane? Would he find misted locks and curls to match her quickened breath and ever hardening nipples? As he longingly touched her inner thigh, he could now begin to smell the first aroma of her personal love lotion beginning to form in her dewed, pink folds. His hand wandered and probed closer to her source and quickly dipped inside the lacey edge of her panties. He now felt the dampness that had announced itself only moments before to his sense of smell. The intoxicating scent of his woman was otherworldly to him. He lifted his finger to his tongue and sampled the elixir of her.

This was torture. All five of his senses were now alive and screaming for more! Sight, Sound, Touch, Scent and Taste all melded together in his mind and caused an aching, a longing connection that culminated at his own hardened and rigid manhood.

At that moment, the audible clues from next-door’s happenings took on a heightened, verbal declaration of their neighbor’s sexual progress. The insulation of the apartment wall only slightly muffled the rhythmic rocking now that permeated both rented spaces. The music, verbal love lyrics and now the added wall pounding was joined by a steady stream of Oh yes! Oh Yes! Give it to me! Baby! Faster! Please faster! Deeper, Go deeper! The incessant pleading from next door, was now joined by random groans of ecstasy, squeals and screams that can only be caused by bodies entwined in passionate, grinding motions of love was building to a crescendo. The audio sensory overload was all a newlywed groom could take!

His hands probed for the edges and openings of her lace trimmed, blue silk body wrappings, again. He slowly tugged at the waist. Her smooth skin allowed him to effortlessly slide her silky confinements down to her ankles and banishment to the floor. He was now free to feel and sample the saturation of her now freed lover’s lane. She stirred in the middle of her slumber and in doing so took a couple of long, deep breaths as if she anticipating a long imagined arrival.  That arrival was now imminent.

The sexual concert of sounds on the other side of the wall must have reached a slow ballad compared to the “head banging” rock and roll that had only moments ago dominated their combined sexual stage.

As his bride now lay uncovered he spread her legs to form the perfect intersection he planned to soon “drive” into. He removed his own briefs and knelt on the thin sofa bed mattress before his own “lover’s” lane. With his eyes, long ago adjusted, to the minimum light of the alarm clock, he could tell her nipples had maintained the stand at attention state from a few minutes earlier. There she lay exposed and vulnerable to him from the waist down but her breasts were still shielded from his longing eyes. He untied the four satin bows on the front of her nightie and watched as her ample breast spilled forth. He reached up to her milk white breast and took each one in his hands and slowly rubbed caramel circles and tweaked her nipples. He could see the shallowness of breathes and a small groan came from somewhere below her vocal cords.

It must have been time for more “rock and roll” from the next-door venue. This time the neighbors set off at a blistering pace that he figured could only be maintained for a few minutes longer.

He decided as he knelt between her legs that her welcoming love juices would accommodate him at anytime. His manhood ached from having been erect for such an extended time. He gently leaned forward and cupped her firm cheeks and adjusted the angle of her loveliness. He moved forward and eased the length of his maleness though her brushy locks and buried himself inch by inch within her in one smooth motion. She had taken his entire length into her body and as she did, her back arched up off the thin mattress of the sofa hide-a-bed. Her eyes remained closed but he could tell from her face that her mind was now trying to place the sensations of fullness her body now felt. Was the fullness she now felt so completely a phantom of recently encountered sexual passions but; it felt real and now it sounded so real. Her upbringing had taught that a proper young woman was quiet and reserved. She had experimented in their first week together with making “sounds” during their lovemaking but it was a stretch for her to expect one week to cover years of repressing her own longings. But now was different. She could hear herself, was that really her, moaning, squealing, and saying Oh yes! Oh Yes! Give it to me! Baby! Faster! Please faster! Deeper, Go deeper!

She opened her eyes slowly. The figure that knelt before her paced a cadence of thrust and withdrawals that filled and emptied her. At one moment she felt such fullness she unknowingly arched her back trying to escape the mounting ecstasy with each impaling stroke to the mouth of her womb. This didn’t make sense. She was still in the zone between sleep and being fully awake she still could not place the directions of the still emanating sounds. One thing she could definitely feel now was the realness of her lover’s body. This was no dream in the sleeping sense. As she arched her back again, to accommodate her lover’s deep driving thrust a sensation would rocket through her nerve endings and a wave of sensations she had yet to experience in their love encounters pierced her being with a fiery tingle right there between pleasure and pain. She arched again and again and felt her body begin to tingle in areas deep within her core. She felt like a red-hot ember burned within her and with her husband’s tending of that ember she was approaching an explosive firestorm that would be very out of control. She felt a flush on her breast and a twitch that shot through her hooded love switch. Her clenched love muscles now firmly gripped his hardness with each quickened stroke in and out.

There were those shrieks and groans again. She now knew she was not making sounds! It was as if there was a sexual soundtrack playing in their apartment but she was starting to parrot the sounds as they were matching her very real flaming passions.

There was that twitch again but this time it was different. It was on every stroke in she felt the twitch and it was beginning to feel so good she might have to scream; loud.

Because of her strict upbringing with “No dancing allowed” it had never crossed her mind that her body could so naturally fall into her rhythmic movement. She reached around her husband and pulled him all the way in and would not let him pull back. All her groom could do was rock against her elongated clitoris.

She now realized that by pulling him in and holding him there she could rhythmically move her own body and the sensations with her back arched were almost constant. She was being driven toward something. Something she didn’t know but it felt good and was scary at the same time because it was unknown to her. The twitches were almost one constant twitch that had all of the nerve ending in her body on edge. Her husband leaned over and took one of her breast in his mouth and began to suck heartily. Suddenly out of somewhere inside her body, she convulsed and felt on fire and she wanted to cry out. She thought she heard herself saying things she was sure she had never said in her shielded existence. It was an out of body experience. A few seconds into this “experience” she felt her husband urgently grinding himself into her body and felt him shudder and felt the warmth of his release deep inside her still pulsing tunnel as he collapsed onto her breast.

As she came back to her senses somewhat she heard the rhythmic thumping that paralleled a dream she had earlier.

…She was an Indian maiden dancing in her tepee to the beat of the village celebration signifying the beginning of the annual buffalo hunt.

Her “brave” slept restfully before her for today he would leave for the hunt.

She had just heard the incessant pleading that was now joined by random groans of ecstasy, squeals and screams that is only caused by bodies entwined in passionate, grinding motions of love coming from the next tepee.

That led her to walk over to her “brave”, remove the buffalo skin that covered him and longingly look at his muscular and lean frame. She noticed his “love pole” stood ready

He was at peace. He looked to be in the spirit world of dreams. Could it be possible that the pounding of the village drums and the sounds of love she now heard from the neighboring tepee had crossed into the spirit dreams and her “brave” dreamed of her warm body and the rhythms they had shared in their short time since she had been given in marriage to this man.

She dropped her deerskin dress to the dirt floor and walked over to mount her “brave’s” longness. She felt his fullness fill her and he stirred and arched his back