Next week, next yoga class

A week had passed since the incident in the car with Sarah. On the surface, things seemed to have gone back to normal — she wasn't openly angry about it, though occasionally she would joke about the situation. Tom accepted these playful digs, knowing it was better than a full-blown confrontation.

During that week, Tom had heard the telltale squeaking sounds from upstairs one more time at night after he and Sarah had gone to sleep. This time, instead of ignoring it, Tom found himself lying rigid in bed, his erection tenting the sheets. The "****" lasted for seven excruciating minutes before the familiar sound of footsteps, toilet flush, and return to bed.

Now, as Tom drove Sarah to her weekly yoga class. "Have a nice fap or whatever", said Sarah closing the door, leaving Tom to maintain a neutral expression. As he watched her walk into the studio, Tom couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration.

Back home Tom laid down in bed and waited for something to happen upstairs, but only muffled voices could be heard. All of this was getting on his nerves — the tease of hearing them without being able to fully enjoy it.

In a moment of desperation, Tom reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out the wishing ring.

_"I wish I would better hear what is going on upstairs," _he muttered as he slipped it onto his finger.

Instantly, the ring gave off its familiar warmth. As soon as he concentrated (like focusing one's eyes, but with one's ears), Tom could hear everything crystal clear:

The guy: "Fuck… I'm so tired… Maybe…"

Girl: "I'll be qwuick, I pwomise..."

The guy: "Alright, alright."

Clothes rustling sounds.

Girl: "Oh, hellow my little fwiend."

Guy: "Please, stop calling him that."

More sounds of clothes being taken off and sucking...

Tom began masturbating furiously as he listened to the scene unfold.

The couple got on the bed, and Tom heard the familiar squeaking. A few grunts here and there, but still no moaning.

As his neighbors approached their climax, Tom's own orgasm built rapidly. He came with a muffled groan just as the upstairs sounds subsided. Once again, Tom heard the familiar footsteps to the bathroom, followed by the buzzing of a vibrator and soft moans from the girl.

"I love you so much," she cooed between breaths. "Imagine doing this everyday..."

"Yeah," her partner replied simply before they settled into silence.

Tom thought wryly to himself: "Literally me and Sarah, but vice-versa."

As Tom prepared to leave his apartment to pick up Sarah from her yoga class, he encountered a young couple descending the stairs.

The guy looked to be at most a 5/10. With long hair, below-average height, skinny hands and legs, and an unflattering beer belly, Tom thought that perhaps if the man took better care of himself — got a proper hairstyle, went to the gym, and updated his wardrobe from old metal t-shirts and cargo pants to something more modern — he might be closer to a 7.

The girl was a slightly different story. At first glance, she appeared to be a solid 7/10. Like her partner, however, she had no sense of style whatsoever and seemed to copy his clothing choices. Her face was quite pretty, but it was difficult to assess whether she had curves or not due to the loose-fitting clothes she wore.

There was an odd quality about her movements that made Tom pause and something meaty about her body that was hard to pinpoint exactly what it was, perhaps a hidden potential to be closer to an 8.5/10 if properly groomed and dressed in flattering attire.

"Those two?" Tom thought incredulously as they passed by. "Two fucking dorks? The guy looks like he's never even touched her before! And both of them could definitely use a shower… at least wash their hair once in a while." He felt embarrassed yet oddly aroused at the same time.

As the couple passed him on the stairs, Tom noticed that even though his neighbour was a little taller than his petite partner, the guy's forehead nearly reached Tom's nose. In fact, both of them were inches shorter than Tom himself.

Tom watched the couple walk past him on the stairs, their close proximity igniting a firestorm of emotions within him. He ran back to his apartment. His heart raced and his hands trembled as he frantically tried to formulate a plan.

"Fuck!" Tom cursed under his breath. "What should I do? I have to do something!"

His erection throbbed painfully against the zipper of his pants. He knew he needed to make a wish — but what kind? There was no time to think it through; Sarah's yoga class would be ending soon.

Just as Tom reached for his apartment door, ready to put an end to this ****, a flash of clarity struck him like lightning.

"I know exactly what I want!"