My Roommate's Bed Swap - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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The couple next door had been going at it for over an hour, their passionate moans cutting through the paper-thin walls like we weren't even there.
I lay curled against my boyfriend's chest, tracing lazy circles on his skin - my silent plea for attention.
He shoved me away with an exhausted groan. "Seriously? Fourth round tonight? Nobody's got that kind of stamina."
I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. What a fucking joke of a man.
Next door, the sounds escalated - raw, unfiltered passion that made my skin prickle with something dangerously close to envy. That's when the craving hit me...
I'm Evelyn Roland. My boyfriend and I had recently dropped out of college and were scraping by with whatever gigs we could find. To save cash, we split this shithole apartment with another couple - Jasmine Valentine from the factory and Zachary Evans, the UPS guy.
The place was originally a studio before our slumlord got creative with some drywall. Five hundred a month sounded sweet until you realized the "walls" were basically cardboard. At night, I could hear Jasmine flipping her damn pillow, let alone... well. Those two fucked like it was going out of style.
Midnight came and went. Their headboard kept rhythm against my wall, the vibrations making my mattress tremble.
Beside me, Liam Lawrence sawed logs like a chainsaw, his dead weight pinning me against the wall. Every sound from next door came through crystal clear.
"Easy... oh God, I'm gonna—" Jasmine's voice hitched.
"Then scream. Who cares? Your neighbor's already snoring," Zach growled. The bedframe protested violently.
My stomach twisted. I was losing my damn mind.
I glanced at Liam, passed out cold. Construction work at dawn - waking him would just earn me grumpy half-assed sex.
I burrowed under the covers. Then Jasmine's sharp cry sliced through the darkness. I clenched the sheets, begging for sleep.
By 2 AM, they were still at it. My resolve shattered. Visions of Zach's hands on Jasmine's body played behind my eyelids like some X-rated movie.
I have a boyfriend too. Why the hell shouldn't I get mine?
I draped myself over Liam, nipping at his ear until he stirred.
"Mm... hey," he mumbled, still half in dreamland.
Emboldened, I moaned loud enough to rival Jasmine - throwing down the gauntlet. Liam slowly woke, rising to the challenge.
"What's with you tonight?" he murmured, oblivious to our neighbors, his hands mapping my skin.
I laughed breathlessly, lost in the moment—until he suddenly pulled back. I blinked up at him.
Liam handed me a tissue. "Still not enough? That was longer than usual."
I'd once read fifteen minutes was decent. Used to think Liam did okay. Now I knew what real endurance looked like. No foreplay, barely hitting double digits - nothing to write home about.
I yanked the covers over my head. Right then, I wanted a man who could actually fuck me properly - someone like Zachary, all relentless strength and stamina.
As if on cue, Jasmine's wrecked voice floated through: "Baby... three hours... I'm done..."
Liam ripped the blanket off. "What, you jealous? Think I can't measure up?"
I turned away. "Just tired. Sleep."
As their noises finally faded, exhaustion pulled me under. In my dreams, it was Zach's voice growling in my ear—
"You want it?"
I lay curled against my boyfriend's chest, tracing lazy circles on his skin - my silent plea for attention.
He shoved me away with an exhausted groan. "Seriously? Fourth round tonight? Nobody's got that kind of stamina."
I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. What a fucking joke of a man.
Next door, the sounds escalated - raw, unfiltered passion that made my skin prickle with something dangerously close to envy. That's when the craving hit me...
I'm Evelyn Roland. My boyfriend and I had recently dropped out of college and were scraping by with whatever gigs we could find. To save cash, we split this shithole apartment with another couple - Jasmine Valentine from the factory and Zachary Evans, the UPS guy.
The place was originally a studio before our slumlord got creative with some drywall. Five hundred a month sounded sweet until you realized the "walls" were basically cardboard. At night, I could hear Jasmine flipping her damn pillow, let alone... well. Those two fucked like it was going out of style.
Midnight came and went. Their headboard kept rhythm against my wall, the vibrations making my mattress tremble.
Beside me, Liam Lawrence sawed logs like a chainsaw, his dead weight pinning me against the wall. Every sound from next door came through crystal clear.
"Easy... oh God, I'm gonna—" Jasmine's voice hitched.
"Then scream. Who cares? Your neighbor's already snoring," Zach growled. The bedframe protested violently.
My stomach twisted. I was losing my damn mind.
I glanced at Liam, passed out cold. Construction work at dawn - waking him would just earn me grumpy half-assed sex.
I burrowed under the covers. Then Jasmine's sharp cry sliced through the darkness. I clenched the sheets, begging for sleep.
By 2 AM, they were still at it. My resolve shattered. Visions of Zach's hands on Jasmine's body played behind my eyelids like some X-rated movie.
I have a boyfriend too. Why the hell shouldn't I get mine?
I draped myself over Liam, nipping at his ear until he stirred.
"Mm... hey," he mumbled, still half in dreamland.
Emboldened, I moaned loud enough to rival Jasmine - throwing down the gauntlet. Liam slowly woke, rising to the challenge.
"What's with you tonight?" he murmured, oblivious to our neighbors, his hands mapping my skin.
I laughed breathlessly, lost in the moment—until he suddenly pulled back. I blinked up at him.
Liam handed me a tissue. "Still not enough? That was longer than usual."
I'd once read fifteen minutes was decent. Used to think Liam did okay. Now I knew what real endurance looked like. No foreplay, barely hitting double digits - nothing to write home about.
I yanked the covers over my head. Right then, I wanted a man who could actually fuck me properly - someone like Zachary, all relentless strength and stamina.
As if on cue, Jasmine's wrecked voice floated through: "Baby... three hours... I'm done..."
Liam ripped the blanket off. "What, you jealous? Think I can't measure up?"
I turned away. "Just tired. Sleep."
As their noises finally faded, exhaustion pulled me under. In my dreams, it was Zach's voice growling in my ear—
"You want it?"
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