Sarai lay in her bed, bloodshot eyes staring at the ceiling, as she listened to her roommate Tricia get, from the sound of it, proper fucked.

“Oh god, fuck me!”  A gasp, a groan.  “Oh my god!”

The walls of the flat they rented were reasonably soundproofed against their neighbors, but the air intakes for the adjoining bedrooms were directly across from one-another at the ceiling.  Because of this, there was a distinct lack of privacy when it came to, well, nighttime activities.  Central air had seemed a godsend when they first moved in – it was rare to find it in a place with rent a pair of college students could afford – but now...

“Yeah, get in there!  Uh!”

It had been a long day at work, and all Sarai wanted was to fall into blissful unconsciousness.  Alas, with the first soft giggle nearly an hour ago, she knew it was going to be a long night, too.

She sighed as she closed her eyes.  It couldn’t possibly be much longer now.  

“Oh god… please… ergh!”

It didn’t help that she could imagine the sweat beading upon Tricia’s taut muscles, her roommate’s fingers caressing or pressing in as years of experience had taught her.  Sarai couldn’t deny that she had often hoped that Tricia would apply her dexterous talents towards… other pursuits.

That was the problem with only having Tricia’s disembodied voice echoing through the air.  It gave Sarai fodder for personal fantasies.  It gave rise to uncomfortable feelings.

It gave her [i]needs.[/i]

“Uhn!  Uhn!  Ahh~!”

Tricia had been reduced to incoherent, if enthusiastic, vocalizations – a sure sign of progress towards a climax, for better or for worse.  

In spite of herself, Sarai felt her pulse quicken.  She bit her lip, and without conscious effort, her hand slid slowly down her belly–

A scream echoed through the wall, then, “Yes!  Fuck yes!”  There was an exhausted laugh as a hand slapped against a thigh.  “God, that was good.”

Sarai let a soft sigh escape her lips as her hand flopped to her side.  No release for her pent up frustrations tonight, but at least it was over.

“Alright, next round, let’s go.”

Sarai cursed under her breath as looked at her phone, then shouted,  “Tricia, for fuck’s sake, it’s two thirty in the morning!  Go to sleep!”

Tricia’s voice tinnily rang through the ductwork.  “I’m in promos for Diamond tier, Sarai!  One more win and I’m in!”  There was a pause, then, quieter, “Okay, let’s get it on, Dr. Mundo.”

That horrifying image now burned into her brain, Sarai rolled her pillow over her face, and no longer cared if she suffocated in her sleep.