Back at the Apartment

I figured since I got a last minute benediction I might as well put It to use. So I headed over to the library with the rest of the idiots who like to study last moment, and went to cramming. This took a few hours, and was really as interesting as you'd imagined it would be. After that I took another exam for philosophy, and bing bang boom I was back at the house.

Roxanne had recovered from her last party, and was suiting up for the next one. Della was there with her. The goth and the party girl could have been matching sets of each other. One was dressed in a black latex, outfit with fishnets, and the other was dressed in a pink version of the same outfit. I'll give you three guess as to which was which.

I very nearly avoided running into both of them as I entered the room.

"Watch it Perv." Della huffed, as my backpack smacked her. It's it charming that Roxanne's nickname for me had spread?

"Sorry." I mumbled, trying to squeeze between the two of them as they preened in the mirror. "Roxanne do you have classes to go along with all of these parties?"

"Har har." The finished clasping her earrings. "Jealously is so not a good look on you buddy boy." She looked me over. "Wanna slum it with us at the Kappa house?"

"Roxy." Della sighed, obviously dismayed at the thought of being at a party with me.

"What it's not like he has cooties."

"We don't know that."

I rolled my eyes and tossed my bag into a corner. "Don't worry about me. I have a makeup exam tomorrow, so no parties for me until then."

"Oh boo." Roxanne smiled. "Well keep an eye on Ava then, she said she felt too sick to come with us. Completely wasted the outfit I got for her, she was supposed to be the vanilla to our little Neapolitan swirl here."

"Ah, now I know why you invited me."

"I've just been dying to get you in fishnets since I first saw you." She snarked.

"Alright, I'll check in on her. Have fun."

"Ttfn." Roxanne wiggled and fingers, and with that the two of them were out of the house.

I retracted to my room and decided to rot on social media for a bit.

The rotting was well underway, and I was changed into sleep shorts and a casual t-shirt when I got an idea at just how sick Ava was. Her room was right next to mine. Occasionally I could hear her moaning through the wall. Poor girl. I was wondering if the wings she'd eaten earlier had some effect on her. I was suddenly glad she'd gone so hard on them that I didn't have a chance to grab one. Food poisoning was no fun. Back when I was in the dorms I'd eaten some next day Chinese food my roommate had left out, and threw us so much I nearly broke a rib. So Ava had all the sympathy in the world from me.

Except...

Except...

Except...

She didn't have food poisoning.

I came to realize then when I heard some porn playing softly from my computer. I checked some windows but didn't have anything pulled up... well I did but nothing was playing. I turned my speakers off but I was still hearing it.

Then I realized... it was Ava!

Through the wall!

Those weren't moans of agony, they were moans of delight! She was masturbating just a foot away from me, on the other side of that wall.

I blushed, and looked around. This felt illegal.

Should I tell her.

No that would just embarrass her.

Oh God, I couldn't unheard the moans now.

I tried to ignore it.

No, good. A stream of short videos passed me by without paying any of them any mind, I was too focused on the sounds coming from the next room.

I was a pervert!

Noooooo!

I grabbed my laptop and ran into the living room.

Fuck, was I still hearing her?

I turned the T.V on and at long last was able to drown out the sounds of her moaning.