Hey YF - do these noisy neighbors live in YOUR building

spikechiquet · Nov 18, 2013

Big Circus said:

Went to Europe with three friends after graduating college. We were in a hostel in Amsterdam and were given two options - two beds in a six-person room or two beds in a larger, cheaper room. Me and one of my friends wound up in the smaller room. We went in and it was the two of us, a nerdy Asian guy and three attractive women speaking a language I had never heard (my guess is that it was Basque). No English with any of them.

So we go out and do Amsterdam things (well, just the smoking part of it) and come back to the hostel to pass out. Shortly after we turn in, we hear one of the Basque girls taking care of herself quite loudly (at least for a small room with strangers). Not wanting to ruin anything, I just enjoy the symphony.

The next morning, we talk to our other two friends and find out they were rooming with, among other people, a homeless man with a persistent cough.
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Awesome. That reminds me of college my freshman year. I still lived at home, so I just crashed on people's couches/spare bed in the dorm. A pair of girls were leaving town and one of them said I could sleep on her bed that night. Her roomie didn't know this.
Roomie decides not to go home, and instead hooks up with a guy. They come back to her room and go at it...meanwhile, I'm sleeping across the room. Lights were off, so they never saw me and by the time I woke up to say something, she was moaning or panting or something that sounded like fun.
He went in the bathroom to clean up, so I rolled over, just to make noise and she threw something at me and asked why I didn't leave. I just laughed and went back to sleep. She went in the bathroom and I never heard from them again that night.
Boy was she pissed at her roomie (and me). Turns out I knew the guy she screwed and we had a good laugh about it the next weekend.
She wasn't too friendly to me after that. No clue why.

wicked · Nov 18, 2013

This thread brings to mind this post, which IMO is one of the best we've ever had here.

writing irish said:

Reminds me of a very bizarre story from that same freshman year. It was a late afternoon on a Saturday and I was exhausted...wanting a nap. Roomie's playing music and drinkin' with his buddies in the room, so I go down to another floor and see if anyone's willing to let me nap in their room. The young lady I was casually dating at the time said sure...in fact, her roommate was napping at the time, so she was planning on spending the afternoon out of the room, anyway.

I climb onto the top bunk, where my friend sleeps. Her roommate is sleeping peacefully on the bottom bunk. She (my friend's roommate) was smoking hot, I might add. Perky brunette, kind of a New England farm girl type. So I'm drifting off to sleep...it's so nice and quiet and dark...drifting...

I'm on the threshold of nod when I hear a little rustling below. I don't think anything of it, but then amid the rustling, I hear an unmistakable, squishy kind of sound. Oh dear God.

My heart starts to pound at twice its normal rate. Could it be true? Yup. The hot roommate begins to masturbate...languidly at first, then vigorously. Meanwhile, I'm frozen on the top bunk. Absolutely still, in a strange state of excitement and terror. I have a boner that feels like it's about to sprout eagle's wings and fly off my groin, but I dare not reveal my presence. It's a serious effort to control my breathing. I'm in exalted condition of simultaneous pleasure and torture. Meanwhile, down below, she's working off a good one. We're not talking about a little idle button-rubbing. We're talking two hands, sopping wet, bucking on the bed, vocalizations, the works.

Finally, she reaches what is obviously a climax. Fortunately I was 17 years old and in good health, otherwise I would have surely had a cerebral aneurysm as I fought to remain silent and still as a mere few feet away, she's twitching in the aftershocks of what sounded like a first-rate session. A short eternity of minutes pass. I remain frozen. Finally, when I'm sure she's fallen back asleep, I creep off the bunk like a cat-burglar and slip out the door.

I can't remember a whole lot about my classes from that semester, but that Saturday has been etched into my brain. Damn.
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