Midnight Awakening

In the dead of night, an inexplicable noise woke him from a deep slumber. At first, he thought it was just his body protesting his new accommodations, but then he heard it. It was so faint, that he struggled to pinpoint what it was, but there was something so incredibly sweet about it that it filled his ears like syrup and, try as he might, he couldn't escape it. It was as if fate itself had intervened to make him conscious at this late hour.

Then it came louder. It was a gasp, followed by a woman's moan that reverberated in his brain. Nicola.

Pressing his ear to the thin plaster wall behind his bed, he began to discern the sweet symphony. It was surely Nicola. Straining his hearing, he fumbled his pants past his knees, feeling himself becoming hard at the prospect of what he thought could be happening. Sure enough, the moans continued, his temporary roommate's soft mewing beyond erotic to William's virgin self. He stroked himself as he heard the golden-skinned woman's soft utterances of pleasure become more frequent and ****. For a half-hour, he listened against the wall, until as he heard her reach her climax from her masturbation, he reached his and he could've sworn that they did it at the exact same moment.

Covered in a thin film of sweat, and his mind addled by exhaustion, he allowed himself to drift back into sleep, his dreams filled with nothing but the girl the next room over.