Thin Walls

Living in the dorms isn’t the most ideal place when you enjoy your quiet time. There is almost always something going on, be it a party, a fight, a “floor bonding night”. The point is, there is hardly a moment where you can have your peace and quiet time uninterrupted. My neighbor and her boyfriend have been the most guilty of disturbing my peace and quiet, and not even in the way most people would think they would be disturbing me. Wanda and I have exchanged probably twenty words at most since the year had started, nothing more than small talk or a simple hello when we pass each other in the hallway. There was no denying that she was gorgeous either. Her bright green eyes always found a way to disarm me with nothing more than a glance in my direction, always accompanied by a soft smile on her face. It was a look of innocence and light and it was once that I thought of late at night with my hand buried between my thighs. I really couldn’t help it, and in my defense, it really happened by accident. I was having trouble finding something to picture in my mind as my fingers twisted and curled inside of me and then I heard her voice in the hallway and images of her smiling face flashed in my mind. The coil in my stomach had quickly tightened and I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from calling out her name. That was when I realized that I was in trouble. Of course, I would be the dumbass lesbian that fell for the straight girl. At least it wasn’t my straight best friend. That somehow made it feel better to me. I really didn’t know Wanda and if she helped me cum, I suppose there were worse things that could help me. But then there were the fights between her and her dumbass of a boyfriend. I’d never even spoken directly to the guy but I knew he didn’t like me. One night when he came over, I was smoking outside and he made comments under his breath, calling me disgusting and saying that I deserved lung cancer. After reminding myself that prison wasn’t for me, I made my way back into the building. That was the first night I heard them fighting. Wanda was someone who was sweet to everyone she met and saw, it didn’t matter if she knew them or not, she always treated them as if she did, Vision on the other hand was anything but sweet. Their fights were always one-sided yelling matches. That’s all it seems like he likes to do when he comes over. Maybe it was because his parents named him something weird and pretentious like Vision or maybe it was because he was just a dick. I didn’t really care, either way, all I knew was that he needed to go. Each night they fought, I stayed up, listening to her try to calm the situation and him down while he just talked over her. I stayed awake to make sure that nothing more happened between them each time, always ready to jump in and pull her out of there if it went too far. I didn’t know it for sure, but he seemed like the kind of asshole that isn’t above hitting women.

Honestly, if I could figure out why I felt such a pull towards the woman that practically shits out rainbows, I would love to know. It really made no sense. I went from having a thing for Megan Fox in Jennifer’s Body to having a thing for Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony. Tonight was no different from most nights, Vision was screaming at Wanda for something stupid, more specifically for what she was wearing. They were apparently going to a party tonight at his frat and he didn’t like what she was wearing. I had no idea what she was wearing but I could almost promise that she looked great in it. He kept screaming about not wanting his frat brothers to see Wanda dressed like that and I had half a mind to make my way over to her room and rip him out of there. Before I could do that, I heard her door slam shut and I jumped in place from the loud noise. I waited a few minutes and heard the door open and close softly again, signaling that she’d also left for the party. I knew what frat he was in and decided to drop in on the party because I didn’t know why she was even still with him but I knew that even if she was straight, she may still listen to me when I told her to break up with him. I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of ripped black jeans, not bothering to change my oversized t-shirt. After some rigorous searching through my small room, I was able to locate my combat boots and I pulled them on my feet. I texted my friend Steve to make sure that Vision actually was there and he quickly let me know that he was, before growing excited that I was actually coming to one of their frat parties. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I pulled my door open and started my journey to the frat house. So much of my walk was spent avoiding drunk people who were running around yelling about the party that they’d just left. I never understood the desire to do that particular tradition, but at least it looked like they were having fun. I made it to the frat house, texting Steve that I was outside so I wouldn’t have to pay to get in. He quickly showed up at the door and waved me past the guy standing at the door.

“What the hell got you out of your hole to come here?” He asked with a laugh, holding out a drink for me.

“Uh, no thanks. Just here to check in on one of you frat brothers.” I said quietly.

“What? What one?” He asked, concern flooding his face.

“That dick, Vision.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Him? He’s harmless. Why are you here to check on him?” He asked.

“Harmless? You should hear the way he treats Wanda.” I said, scoffing when Steve’s eyebrows comically shot up to his hairline.

“What are you talking about? Those two are perfect together.” He said, narrowing his eyes in confusion.

“You’re an idiot. Can we talk somewhere that the music isn’t so fucking loud?” I asked with a sigh.

He nodded and started looking around. His hand found its way to my wrist and he pulled me away from the crowd to a room. He closed the door and the noise from the party was easily muted and I felt like I could hear my thoughts again. I took a deep breath and let it out, trying to figure out where to start with the whole Wanda and Vision thing. I looked up at Steve and he was waiting expectantly so I nodded.

“So, Wanda is my neighbor. We share a wall. You know what the dorm walls are like, you can hear everything whether you want to or not.” I explained.

“Yeah, they’re the worst. I’m sure you’ve heard those two in some compromising situations.” He said with a small laugh.

“Right, but not the ones you would assume. I’ve never heard them fucking. I’ve only ever heard him screaming at her at the top of his lungs. He was just screaming at her for what she was wearing tonight. Have you seen her?” I asked. 

“I haven’t, but he is here. I’ve seen him flirting with some girls though.” He said quietly.

“Of course he was. Okay, if I kill him, just look the other way. I’m going to go look for her.” I said with a sigh.

“I didn’t know you guys were friends.” He said softly.

“We really aren’t, but we are nice to each other. So I’m going to nicely tell her to dump her douche of a boyfriend.” I said with a shrug. 

“And because you want to steal her from him.” He said with a laugh.

“She’s straight.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“She’s not. She told me months ago that she was bi.” He said, raising an eyebrow. 

“Oh.” I said softly.

“Yup. So have fun rescuing your damsel in distress. Let me know if Vision gives you any trouble tonight. I’ll handle him.” He said, smiling softly before opening the door again.

My head felt like it was spinning with the new information but that didn’t change my goal for the night. I wanted to convince Wanda to leave that dick behind. I didn’t even care if she did end up with me, she just deserved better than him. I made my way into the party and started to scan the crowd. Something that wasn’t easy when you were as short as I was. After searching for ten minutes, I felt stupid for coming. She apparently hadn’t come tonight and she’d gone somewhere else after their fight. It was stupid for me to assume that she’d go to a party with him after he’d said the things he said to her. I decided to leave and go back to my room. My eyes fell upon Wanda just as I had made up my mind to leave. She was standing in a corner on her phone looking like she wanted to be anywhere but here. I slowly weaved my way through all of the people and made my way to her. She looked gorgeous, her hair was flowing freely down her shoulders, a light-colored shirt that showed off her toned stomach, and a red skirt. She looked like a dream. I finally made it to stand in front of her and she hadn’t noticed me still. I slid to the side of her and she finally looked up from her phone. That same kind smile appeared on her face, almost in a look of relief. I gently reached forward and grabbed her wrist. She offered no resistance so I pulled her with me towards the bathroom. She closed the door behind us, making sure to lock it and I heard her let out a breath of relief.

“Where is he?” I asked softly.

“Here. Somewhere.” Her eyes not meeting mine. 

“Well, he’s an idiot because you look amazing.” I said with a small smile.

“How did you…?” She asked, a small frown on her face.

“The walls are way too thin.” I said with a tight smile.

“So all of our fights…” She said, still not looking at me.

“I’ve heard them. I’ve always been ready to rush over if it was needed. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on you or anything, he’s just very…” I said, not knowing if it would upset her if I continued.

“Loud?” She supplied with a snort.

“Yeah, he’s definitely loud. But he’s also a dick.” I said with a sigh.

“How come we never talk?” She asked, her eyes finally meeting mine.

“Probably because of your choice of boyfriend.” I mumbled.

“Not so sure that’ll be a problem after tonight.” She said with a shrug. 

“I won’t tell you all the reasons I think you deserve better than him. But I promise that I could be a better boyfriend than him. And if I can offer you some advice, I would leave with me tonight.” I said, stepping towards her.

“And how would you be better than him?” She asked, not moving.

“For starters, I would let you wear what you want. Secondly, I never would’ve left you alone for someone else to take you home.” I said, hands dropping to her hips.

“You think you’re taking me home?” She asked, her eyes focused on my lips and not my eyes.

“I think it’s an option for you.” I said slowly, licking my lips and watching her eyes follow my tongue.

“Natasha?” She whispered.

“Hmmm?” I asked, still studying her reactions.

“Will you kiss me?” She asked, so soft I hardly registered it.

Without answering her, I slowly leaned forward, giving her time to change her mind if she wanted to. Her hands found my wrists, her blunt nails digging into my skin slightly in anticipation. My lips brushed against hers and I heard a soft sigh leave her mouth on contact and couldn’t help my smile. I rested my forehead against hers and our breath mingled between us as I waited to kiss her. I wanted nothing more than to press her against the sink and kiss her like crazy but I wanted her to take what she wanted, regardless of the fact that she’d asked me to kiss her. I wanted her to want to kiss me, not just want me because I was here. A soft whine left her mouth and she nudged my nose with hers before connecting our lips and letting a whimper fall from her lips. Her grip on my wrists tightened before she moved her hands to my face, holding me close and not giving me any wiggle room to move away from her. Though I wouldn’t ever move, not when I was finally kissing her. My tongue came out to run across her bottom lip and I felt her quivering under my attention. Her mouth fell open for me to slip into her mouth and I did so happily. My tongue freely explored her mouth as she pulled me into her body as far as she could get me and instantly started sucking on my tongue. A low moan slipped out of my mouth and that only seemed to spur her on, her hips bucking into mine. I pulled away from her, ignoring her whine. My head was spinning and I felt dizzy but I wasn’t going to let the first time I had sex with her be in some stupid frat house’s bathroom. Her eyes fluttered open to meet mine, pupils blown as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Do you want to go back to my dorm? Or I can walk you back to yours?” I asked.

“I want to go back to your dorm. See what the room of ‘that alt girl with the dark makeup’ looks like.” She said with a giggle.

“Is that supposed to be me?” I asked with a laugh.

“That’s how Vision refers to you.” She said, smiling gently.

I noticed that everything she did was gentle, she never did anything that would be taken as too much and it made me want to push her to that point of losing her gentleness. To encourage her to show me her rough spots, maybe the ones that she didn’t show to many other people. I shook my head clear and leaned forward to press a kiss to the side of her head.

“Come on, let’s go back to my dorm.” I said with a laugh.

She nodded, holding out a hand out to me. I took it with a smile and allowed her to lead me to the door. She unlocked it and pulled it open to pull me through it. She almost expertly weaved us through the people at the party and out the door. I tried to ignore the dumb smile that Steve sent me when he saw me being pulled behind Wanda, but it made something pool in my stomach. Excitement and anticipation were growing with each step we took. When the cool night air hit my face, it felt easier to breathe. She carefully laced her fingers with mine and slowed her walk so that she was no longer pulling me along but walking with me side by side. The walk back to our building was short and I used my key to get us into the building. There was a comfortable silence between us and I loved that I didn’t feel the need to talk to fill the silence. We made it to our floor and I unlocked my door, ignoring the nerves building in my stomach. As soon as the door shut, she was on me instantly, her lips crashing against mine as her hands tugged at my shirt. I slowed things down, gently grabbing her hands in mine and linking our fingers together as I slowed the kiss down and pulled away to rest my forehead against hers. Heavy breaths mingling once again between us. 

“Did I do something wrong?” She panted.

“No, no, that’s not it. I promise.” I said gently.

“Then what… Why did you stop it?” She asked.

“Shhh let me take care of you.” I said softly.

“What?” She asked, frowning slightly and pouting her swollen lips.

“Let me take care of you first. Okay? Tonight is about you.” I repeated.

She nodded her head softly, not wanting to argue with me and I was thankful for that. I connected our lips again, setting a slower pace as I explored her mouth, my hands dipping under her shirt. She was letting out precious whines and whimpers as my hands slid further up her body.I pulled away from the kiss, asking silent permission to start taking her clothes off. She nodded and I pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it elsewhere in my room before getting to work on her bra. I wanted to unwrap her like the gift that she was, making sure to take my time with her. Once her bra had joined her shirt on my floor, I realized that we were fairly uneven and quickly pulled my clothes off. A light gasp left her mouth once I stood in front of her naked. I blushed and got to work on her pants and underwear, leaving her in the same state of undress as I was in. I gently guided her to lay down on the bed and started planting kisses against her neck, drinking in the small moans that left her as I did. Her body was arching into my touch and everything about her was so addicting. I kissed my way down her body before settling between her legs. I noticed that she tensed up and instantly grew worried.

“Did I do something?” I asked in a panic.

“No, no. It’s just… He never… No one has ever…” She said, not wanting to finish her sentence.

“No one?” I asked in disbelief.

“No… What does it feel like?” She asked in almost the most adorable way.

“Do you want to find out?” I asked.

“Please.” She whispered.

I smiled and lowered my mouth, planting kisses to her thighs. I made sure to pay attention to her breathing, enjoying the small gasps that left her mouth the closer I got to her cunt. Honestly, I have no idea how we got here but she was absolutely stunning. She looked perfect and I could see how wet she was from our make-out session in the bathroom. I had to bite back a growl at how possessive it made me feel. I couldn’t believe that I would be the first one to touch her like this, honestly, it was an honor to be the first to do so. I gently ran my tongue through her folds, watching the way she arched into my mouth, her head falling back against the pillows. I rolled my tongue over her clit and I knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold on for very long, not that I would complain about it. She tasted amazing, something I was addicted to now. I would spend forever between her legs if I could. I wrapped my lips around her clit and lightly sucked on it, her hand instantly flying to my hair, fingers threading through my hair and her grip tightening in it as I focused my attention on her clit. Her loud moans were bouncing off the walls and I knew it was possible that others were hearing how pretty she sounded for me but I couldn’t find it in me to care. Her hips were stuttering against my mouth and I could tell she was getting close, her loud whines and tightening grasp on my hair only signaling that she was ready to cum. I sucked roughly on her sensitive bud and she whined loudly before her hips tensed and she came against my tongue. I greedily lapped up everything that I could while gently bringing her down from her high. Once her body had calmed down, I pulled away, licking my mouth clean as I looked up at her. 

“Was that okay?” I asked softly.

“More than okay.” She panted.

I smiled at her and slid back up her body, gently kissing her. She moaned tasting herself on me and it only shot more arousal through my body. I was easily flipped over and pinned under her, looking up in surprise at her smiling face. She tried to slip down my body but I quickly stopped her, seeing how tired she was in her eyes. 

“But you…” She said quietly.

“Shhh, none of that. Tonight was about you. Do you feel good?” I asked.

“I do.” She said, the blush covering her face again.

“Then that’s what’s important. Do you want to go to your room or stay here?” I asked, handing her a t-shirt.

“Can I stay? Or do you not usually have girls stay?” She asked, suddenly getting nervous as she took the shirt.

“I want you to stay, Wands. But only if you want to. If you want to go back to your dorm, I’ll walk you to your door.” I said, sitting on the bed next to her. 

“Do you like to cuddle?” She whispered.

“I will cuddle with you.” I said with a smile.

I didn’t miss her small, happy squeal as she pulled the shirt on that I offered her. She quickly ran to her room to get new underwear and came back almost as quickly as she’d left. I was already laying in bed waiting for her when she came back and she jumped into bed, crawling into my waiting arms and resting her head on my chest. I dropped a kiss on the top of her head and wrapped my arms around her.

“Thank you for tonight.” She whispered.

“Thank you for letting tonight happen.” I said, pressing another kiss to the top of her head.

“I really like the way your clothes fit. They’re perfect.” She said, yawning softly.

“I’m glad you think so, now get some sleep.” I said with a small laugh.

She nodded her head against my chest and I let my eyes flutter shut, trying to process what had happened today. I couldn’t believe that I had Wanda in my arms, couldn’t believe what had happened tonight. Not in my wildest dreams did I think that I could have a chance with her and here she was, proving me wrong. I had no idea what the future for us held but I was curious to see where it went.