Smack smack smack smack… I can hear the connecting of skin coming from the bedroom upstairs. The bedroom door is shut but they forgot the window open. It’s a hot summer day, and the living room window directly below is also open. If a neighbour walked by, they would be quite impressed with me, but little would they know, it’s Lucas who should get the credit for this one. We had a night to ourselves, so I suggested she invite him over. My motivation somewhat self serving, as we always have the most mind blowing sex directly after she’s with him.

The sounds this time are wetter… rougher than usual. Sometimes I watch, but I said I’d sit this one out… leaving them alone without my watchful protective eyes. He can be a little rougher. She can be a little more passionate.

The sounds get faster, harder, louder, then quieter, almost completely stopping. I can tell that she came. I hear voices, but can’t make out the words. I wonder if he came yet, but quickly, the smacking gets louder again. I can hear the floor above creak. I can tell they moved to the floor. I’ve never been so happy to have creaky thin floor. Every movement creaks the floor. Every lean, every thrust. Through the window I can hear her bellow out a deep desperate moan, but it sounds muffled. Like his hand is over her mouth or his fingers are in her mouth. The banging is hard and slower now, like he’s thrusting deep and intentionally. Her voice is unmuffled now and I can finally make out a word. She moans his name, “Lucas”, loud and in a begging tone.

I hear him grunt. The thrusts are slower. I can hear the sound clearly of two bodies collapsing on the floor above. A minute goes silently by. I hear voices, light laughter, and then the sound of footsteps and the dresser drawer. The sound of Clare likely grabbing new underwear. I hear the clinking of a belt. The footsteps come together. I hear voices, but can’t make out the words. The tone is affectionate. Then the voices stop. I imagine them kissing. Saying goodbye to each other. There’s silence with just the slightest creak for a couple minutes. Then voices followed by footsteps to the front door. I can hear the door open. They’re right at the top of the stairs, so I can hear them kiss so clearly now. They say goodbye to each other so hesitantly. She pauses before closing the door, then I hear her light footsteps begin down the stairs…