I had just graduated school with a computer science forensics degree at 23. I was lucky though and was able to intern almost all of that time so that I also had experience to put on my resume. I immediately landed an entry level forensics accountant position that started at $85K a year.

My family wasn’t rich, I mean I after all I only had part of one anyway. My dad was enlisted in the military before I was born. He had transferred his GI Bill advantages to me when I was like two. Then when I was 12 he got blown up in Afghanistan. After that my mom sort of went into seclusion and didn’t emerge until she met an awesome dude right as I was leaving for school.

That’s a long way off explaining that A) I graduated school with no debt; B) I’ve been pretty self-sufficient/man of the house since I was 12; C) I had a boat load of cash from this job that I could do whatever I wanted with. Now what I wanted to do was go buy an Audi R8, get a house in the hills, and party every night. But I guess there was also; D) out of my situation I had learned that anything/everything could be lost in a couple of minutes.

What I did do was keep my dad’s old Dodge Ram that I’d been keeping alive since I lost him and got a house in the hills. Well OK, I got a house on the edge of town. In order to make sure that I couldn’t lose everything if this job went away I bought a duplex. My plan was to live in one of the units, rent the other to cover my mortgage and fix up the one I was in. After my unit was fixed I’d wait until the renter in the other side moved out, move in there and rent the renovated side for more than my mortgage and begin making a profit. I’d then fix the other unit up, rent both of them and move to another place until I had four units all making a nice income.

This house was actually a good buy, the place already had one renter (their rent covered all but like $200 of the mortgage which had been really cheap to begin out with.) The property was amazing as it backed up onto national forest land so it was scenic and had gigantic backyards. Both units had a garage and a back deck. And the property was off the main road with little traffic, but easy access to the main highway that would get you anywhere into town. It was awesome! Except the previous owner was pretty close to having achieved Slum Lord status.

The unit I moved into had trash throughout, carpet that looked like it would begin growing mushrooms any day now, and what wasn’t ruined inside the place was 20 years old with no updates. Luckily I had the cash from my job and the time to fix it as I was able to work remotely all but one day a week. I was gonna make this work. The first day that I had the keys I tore all of the old carpet out and layed new subflooring and wood-like tiling over the next week.

It was Friday afternoon and I was out back having a victory beer celebrating my amazing accomplishments when I heard my neighbor pull into the driveway for the first time. I had been so focused on work of an evening and renovations throughout the day that I hadn’t even realized that I hadn’t seen them yet. From the back deck I heard their front door open and then close and then close again with a slam. The hinges sounded like they were just as crappy and falling aside as the ones in my unit had been.

“This fucking place,” I heard her say. “I swear to God if I ever meet the piece of shit that owns this place and won’t fix a Good damned thing, I’m going to castrate him.” I took a deep breath followed by a big swig of beer. I was happy for the first time that I stuck with a property management business so that I wouldn’t out myself right away.

I heard her heels clack on the floor from the front room all the way upstairs to her bedroom that shared a wall with my bedroom. “I’ve got to get out of here. Four more months on this lease. Four more months and I’m gone.” Damn, these walls are super thin. I could hear every bit of muttering and bitching that she was doing.

I went around through the back yard to my truck and unloaded the rest of my goodies into the garage so that I could begin in first thing tomorrow morning. I’d taken out the cabinets and counters so that I could redo the floors, so I had everything to repair the walls and baseboards before the cabinets arrived on Monday. I also had to redo the breaker box as I figured out that I couldn’t run my shop vac on one end of the house and have my laptop plugged in at the other end without risking fire.

I was working in the garage organizing everything while running through all of my thoughts of everything I wanted to get done this weekend and lost complete track of time. I saw it was already 1030. No worries for me, I usually worked a swing shift type of schedule staying up late anyway, but I figured I’d better call it quits on the house work as my neighbor already wasn’t very happy and having me be loud next door wasn’t gonna help.

I looked out from my garage door and sitting at the other end of the duplex was a pretty nice 2016 Mustang. It was a super shiny black, but what really made it stand out was its surroundings. She owned a roughly $40K car and lived here? I guess to each their own, but it seemed weird that she was that unhappy about this place and obviously had money while living in a dolled that barely cost more than her car.

I closed up the garage and headed in. As soon as I did, from the far end of the house and downstairs I could hear that she was watching TV in her room. I’d have to do most of my repairs whenever she was at work or college so that I didn’t drive her nuts. And I was gonna have to put sound deadening material throughout the entire place. I hadn’t been aware of it as she hadn’t been home at all since I moved in, but now it was really obvious. No tenants that could afford the rent would deal with this much noise from their neighbors.

I smiled a bit to myself knowing that my hard work had already paid off a bit. My subfloor was ultra quiet squeak Free, so I wouldn’t have to worry about it, but I’d have to find out something for the walls. I called in a food order to the local Chinese delivery place and then headed to my office (the place anyone else would call a dining room) and knocked out some work until the food was delivered. I paid the driver, then headed into my living room(my office/dining room) to watch a movie on the big screen (my laptop). Yeah, I didn’t even own a couch yet as I didn’t want to move it room to room while I was doing flooring.

I was just thinking about how I needed a couch or at least a second chair in my mansion when there was a knock at the door. I opened it up and went out to meet my friendly neighborhood police officers. Apparently my neighbor called in that the squatters were back. Great sign for this place. But they were cool and with hearing the door open sounding like it wasn’t a horror movie prop, seeing that the floors were new and the trash gone they accepted my story and headed out.

I guess meeting my neighbor tomorrow needed to be on my list as well. I really didn’t want to have to deal with cops every night or have her worried that the squatters had upped their game enough to fool the cops so that they could bust in and murder her in the Shower. This should be loads of fun meeting her. I was just gonna tell her I was paying my rent by completing improvements. That should keep us both on even playing fields and keep me from getting my balls cut off by her during one of her fits of rage over the place being a siht hole.

I put my leftovers away and headed up to my futon. I did actually have a real bed that I was gonna pick up out of storage as soon as I got enough repairs done that it didn’t seem like the 1912 Dust Bowl through this place. But I wasn’t there just yet. I intended to grab a towel and go Shower real quick, but then I heard what she was watching on the other side of the wall, “Oh yeah, you like it when I do that? Mmmmmm. What else do you want to see me do?”

Instant erection. She was watching Porn. I felt like a perv eavesdropping, but it really wasn’t like I could avoid it. These walls must have been created out of wet toilet paper and hung up to dry with how much I could hear coming out of her place.

“Oh, that’s not very polite,” my heart pounded. Fuck, I’d been caught listening. “But I guess that’s what brings everyone here, isn’t it? We’re all a bit crude,” she continued. I breathed a sigh of relief. I could hear her adjusting slightly on the bed and then another moan. “So is this what you had in mind? Ohhhh, I like this.”

I must have been listening for about 10 minutes before I realized that it was all a one sided conversation. It wasn’t a Porn. I was listening to the neighbor. She must be having Zoom Sex. I felt really dirty then and took my hardon to the Shower. I couldn’t help running her words through my head while I was under the lukewarm water. I put some extra shampoo in my hand and began stroking my erection.

I was imagining what she looked like while she was showing her boyfriend exactly what he wanted to see. She had been sitting up in bed playing with her large breasts and upon hearing the request moved to all fours with her Ass facing me. She was playing with her Pussy now. She was running her fingers between her lips dipping one inside to coat it with moisture and then spread it along the length of her opening.

I imagined walking up behind her and filling her with my hard cock, taking her from the back. I was thrusting deep inside of her and listening to the moans of her enjoyment. I leaned over and took a nipple between my fingers, pinching lightly. I continued thrusting as she started to cum and then I joined her. I was pumping my cum deep inside of her.