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I typed: I’m awake. And I heard you before. Sorry.
Three dots. Then: DON’T be sorry. i thought i was being quiet
You weren’t.
oh my god. what did you hear
I looked at the wall. I could picture her on the other side, six inches away, phone lighting her face.
Everything, I wrote. Your breathing. A little “oh”. I haven’t been able to think about anything else.
A long pause. Then: tom. i’m in my knickers with my hand down them. is that ok
My cock jumped. I pushed the duvet off and wrote, Tell me what you’re doing.
She told me. In detail, with typos. Two fingers, slow, circling, imagining it was me. I told her I was holding myself, hard and leaking, and what I’d do if the wall wasn’t there. Bend her over. Lick her until she begged. Fuck her slowly with my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
The wall began to knock, tap, tap, tap, her knuckles, then the whole headboard, rhythmic, bumping against the plaster behind my head. I heard her moan, really moan, and matched every stroke.
My phone lit up with a second thing at the top of the screen.
FaceTime: HANNAH (Work).
Then Jess again: come in here. please. i’m so close.
The wall kept knocking. Hannah’s face, on her break, was calling me.