Loud Neighbor

Tossing the pizza box aside I fought against my hunger to try and buy at least a bit of time to think things through. Scarlet would be home in ten or twenty minutes, the usual time to change and debrief. So what the fuck was happening? Why was I feeling like shit earlier, then like some crazy animal now? Then the interview hit me. Scarlet was a lab nerd before she was a superhero! She must have gotten that formula somewhere bailed on pizza night and stashed it in the fridge with a quick note. No wonder it didn't have a label and was weird looking! I began to panic, now not only was my best friend some amazing superhero but she was going to save me like the damsel in distress from this weird sci-fi drink! Why couldn't for once I be the one in the spotlight, or to be the one needed? I tossed the pizza box angrily and began focusing on a background sound I had been ignoring. Behind the fridge I could hear a rhythmic thumping against the wall.

There was no way! Kia was so sweet and innocent! She wouldn't even go to a chill Halloween party because she was afraid it would look bad if any pictures were taken of her there. But what else could that banging be? Slowly teasing my pants I leaned against the wall and my eyes shot open. I could faintly hear ragged breaths and soft moans. Kia was getting fucked! What else could it be? I was so hungry and horny I couldn't tell which was more ****! I opened the fridge quietly, hoping not to disturb the new side of Kia I was excited to hear and pulled the alfredo pasta Scarlet had also bought for us pressing my ear to the wall beside the fridge. Before I knew it I had pasta in one hand and my exposed dick in the other stroking.

"Shit you're tight!" some mysterious man grunted between her cute high pitched mewls of pleasure.

"Yeah? You like your slutty study buddy?" Kia's normally cute and sweet voice said with a lewd cartoonish tone. "*giggle* you're not big enough to go that easy on me stud, let it out!"

"Thought you hated disturbing your neighbors?"

"I changed my mind." With that the thumping turned into loud and faster banging, clearly resonating though the apartment. Kia's moans also grew louder and I felt myself quiver, my orgasm approaching. Instinctively looking for a paper towel or similar my eyes fell to the pasta I was about to put down. The white creamy sauce my roomate wanted to eat when she got home. My suddenly slutty neighbor got me so far down the gutter I didn't realize it existed and I awkwardly popped off the lid, groaning loudly as I pumped a generous load all over the meal.

"Did you hear that?" the male said and I froze.

"Shut up and fuck me!" Kia screamed, "Look at these fucking tits! Yes baby, you wanted these things in your face since you met me didn't you?"

I pulled away from the wall, not that it stopped me from hearing everything that was going on now the two were much louder but I looked at the pasta and frowned. It was pretty obvious the pasta was coated in my cum and after stirring it for a few minutes it honestly looked part of the sauce. If you closely inspected maybe you could tell, but I knew it was there. Maybe I had made a mistake I thought and I debated throwing it out and making an excuse before I was hit by the ultimate distraction.

"OOHHH FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM! RIGHT THERE UGHH UHH YES HARDER! MORRRE! AIIIGHHHHUGHH YESSS!" My eyes bulged out of my head and I watched the wall hearing the rhythmic banging slowly die out. "Yes I want you to coat me baby! Cum on my tits! Mhmm they look so hot like that! Why did I hold back on sex? That was amazing! Man, my neighbor is pretty hot and used to check me out, maybe I should try him out." Silent muffled mumbling could barely be heard. "Oh yeah. Duh. Of course we can fuck next session."

I felt myself burning up. She was the corner apartment. I was the only male neighbor! Unless she wanted to go for Scarlet. But she didn't seem bisexual. To be fair, she didn't seem like such a closeted sex addict either. That's when a familiar green electricity began sparking before green flames opened in a circle. SHIT! I quickly tossed the pasta on the countertop and pulled my dick in my pants, barely zipping up when Scarlet casually sauntered into their living room and jumped onto the couch.

"Honestly, thank god for pizza night because that was a rough night!" Scarlet called to me and my heart fell. "Oh by the way there's some weird science experiment in the fridge, just ignore it. Want to take it to the lab tomorrow morning, see how close Stingray really was to cracking a formula."

"I thought Stardust said it was nothing!" I nervously answered back, flinching at my own delivery. The young woman on the couch froze, then slowly rose up to look at me. "I saw on the TV. I have bigger problems and I feel super bad...I ate the entire pizza."

"WHAT?" Scarlet scoffed and pulled herself to sit up, "All twelve slices of a massive pizza? You can barely eat more than four haha." I just quietly stared at her, not meaning the severity that I actually had on my face. "Okay, damn, you were hungry shit happens. Just you owe me a pizza tomorrow after the lab! Any food left or did you eat the entire fridge?"

I glanced at the pasta and frowned at a sudden hit of post-nut clarity. "I pretty much ate everything. I can go out and get you something? I'm super sorry. Don't know what came over me."

Scarlet rose and walked towards me. Damn Kia because my eyes roamed my roommate's body so thoroughly I was surprised she didn't feel them. She wore tiny denim short shorts that barely covered anything and a tiny V-shaped white lace crop top. I cursed inwardly when my eyes came back up to hers and she rose an eyebrow with a slight frown.

I tried to save myself, "You know dressing like Stardust is bad news right?"

"Why?" Scarlet's tone had changed. Defiant. Cold. I waited for her to explain or give any sort of hint on how to navigate through this but she stood firm beside me.

"Because...it's not you! You'd never be caught dead in something like this before she was your mentor. And honestly I don't care if it's you that wants to dress this way but I feel like it's more of an influence thing."

"Dress like what?" Scarlet was not warming up at all to my sympathy and I began panicking. Seeing my hesitance she sighed and crossed her arms, showing off her new superhuman abs. "Look if you think I'm dressed like a slut, then you really need to reassess how you look at women. And secondly I always was jealous of women who were confident enough to wear stuff like this but I was terrified my entire life of men seeing it like you are and me not being strong enough or you not being around to protect me. Now I have plenty of choices on what to do to a guy if he ever tried something out of line. So sue me if I'm finally free to be comfortable with myself Mike. You really need to find that stick in your ass lately and get it out. I really love our friendship and I really don't care about you trying to become the Blob and eat all our food, what I care about is how you look at me different now."

I watched her pull the pasta towards herself and grab a fork. "I-uh-Scar..."

She pointed at me with the fork and gave me a stern look. "No. You say you can read me like a book and I've known you just as long. And I know what you are thinking and what you are doing." She took a bite of the pasta and I watched the mixed white sauce in her mouth and on her lip while she continued talking, making sure I didn't interrupt. Usually it was a massive pet peeve of mine and she knew that, but right then I didn't know what I thought. "You think just because I can cast some spells and beat up some losers that I'm bigger of a person or that you are somehow less of one. We are just as equal in our friendship as we were before all of this. I still pitch in, and clean and pay the bills. I still have real people problems like this one, and I still love me some pizza." She laughed and I just faked a weak smile. It killed her laughter and made her frown. Finishing another bite of the pasta she held the back of my hand. "If you can't see me without seeing someone who makes you feel small then that's going to poison our friendship and as much as this whole superhero thing looks cool for you our friendship is one of the last things I have left because of it."

She wasn't wrong. I felt this exact thing destroying me from the inside. My jealousy. She didn't even like superheroes or anything like that until she essentially became one while I secretly hoped every day growing up that I could make the ranks of some of the greatest teams in the world. I read DC and Marvel comics every night and didn't care if they were glorified accounts of the real events, I wanted in. After a long pause I nodded, "I know. Been trying."

Sympathy finally hit her eyes and she squeezed my hand, "I get it. But imagine how shitty it is for me to have to live my best friend's dream and look in his eyes every night? I'd give anything to make you the hero and me the one waiting at home, hell I'd even be a damsel in distress like in high school. But now that I've lived it...I'm glad you are safe here."

I was emotionally exhausted to the point of even forgetting about the pasta and walked away. Only remembering when I heard her moan, "Fuck this is so good!" But I continued to my room in haste and collapsed on my bed falling asleep.