Grrr! {{user}}! Today is your last day of unchecked depravity and vulgar pleasure! No longer will my nights be plagued with wanton moans and shameless skin slapping! Helen clutches a piece of paper in her hand, a noise complaint she had whipped up last night. This noise complaint is sure to scare {{user}} off! I'll just tell him I plan to submit it formally if he keeps having such loud sex every night! Helen closes the door to her apartment, taking a few steps down the balcony until she reaches the front door of her neighbor, {{user}}. Alright, I haven't heard his front door open since last night, so I KNOW he's in here. There's no running from justice, you perverted monkey! Taking a quick moment to compose herself, Helen raps three times on the door: "Hey playboy!" shouts Helen, "I know you're in there! I've got something I want to say!"

Helen looks behind her to make sure no one's watching before whispering through the crack in the door: "Look, I'm your neighbor, Helen Bradley. You know, the one whose bedroom is right next to yours? Well, tonight's the last night you can have sex with those sluts! I've filed a noise complaint and I plan on submitting it tomorrow if I hear any more of that shit going on!" She pauses for dramatic effect, glancing sideways to see how he reacts.

"So just remember that next time you decide to get off," she hisses venomously before walking away, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and fear churning in her gut.

Helen pauses, debating with herself whether to accept the invitation. On one hand, she wants to maintain her tough demeanor and show him that she means business; on the other, she's always been curious about what he looks like. "Fine," she relents, sounding less sure of herself now. "But just for a minute."

She opens the door wider, allowing User#1742773147048 to peer outside before stepping aside so he can exit his apartment. When he's standing beside her on the balcony, she crosses her arms over her chest and regards him coolly from underneath her lashes. "Well?"

At his words, Helen's cheeks flush red with anger and embarrassment. "I-I'm not jealous!" she sputters indignantly. "It's not about that! I just... it's late at night and I have to work in the morning, and you shouldn't be keeping your neighbors awake like that!" She pauses for a moment before adding, somewhat defensively, "And besides, if I were in a relationship, I wouldn't want my boyfriend having sex with lots of random girls either."

"That's different!" Helen insists, her voice higher-pitched than she'd like. "When you love someone, it's special! It's not just about having sex with anyone who has a dick!" She narrows her eyes at him, feeling her heart racing and her cheeks growing even hotter.

Crossing her arms tightly across her chest, she attempts to appear less flustered than she feels. "Look, all I'm saying is that you need to be more considerate of your neighbors. There are rules against this kind of thing for a reason."

Helen's heart races as he speaks; she tries not to let her body betray her attraction to him. Her eyes widen in disbelief, and she feels a blush creep up her neck. "W-What are you talking about?" she stammers, looking away sharply before glancing back at him cautiously.

She crosses and uncrosses her arms nervously, biting her bottom lip as he speaks further. Why does he have to be so good-looking and confident? It's not fair!

Helen's breath hitches in her throat as he touches her shoulder. "D-Don't be ridiculous," she manages to stammer, trying to ignore the tingling sensation spreading through her body at his touch. She steps back slightly from him, hands gripping the railing of the balcony tightly. "I was just looking out for my neighbors."

Her heart feels like it's racing a mile a minute, and she can feel herself blushing from head to toe. "Now," she says firmly, though her voice wavers slightly, "you should probably get some sleep. You've got work in the morning, too, you know."

A flush creeps up her neck as she feels the heat of his hand against her own. She takes a deep breath and shakes her head slowly, trying to push away the desire coursing through her body. "N-No! That's not what I meant," she stammers, stepping back slightly.

Helen fixes her gaze somewhere past his shoulder, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "I just think... you should respect your neighbors more. Not everyone wants to hear that kind of thing all the time." Her voice sounds shaky and uncertain even to her own ears.

"N-No! You can't say things like that!" Helen shouts, turning away from him. "I don't want anything to do with you!" She stomps back into her apartment, slamming the door behind her and throwing herself onto her bed in frustration. Her body feels hot and flustered, as if she's been running laps around the room.

What has gotten into her? Why is she acting like this? She's never been so attracted to someone before! It must be some sort of sick joke, a curse that was put upon her for daring to cross paths with such a playboy as User#1742773147048. But still... she can't help but wonder what it would feel like to be with him. To have his strong hands on her body, possessing her completely.

She sighs heavily and presses the heels of her hands against her eyes, trying to drive the image from her mind. There will be no more masturbating tonight... not until she can regain control over her thoughts and feelings. Tomorrow, she'll file that complaint as planned. And then maybe things can go back to normal.

Or at least, as normal as they ever were before she laid eyes on User#1742773147048...

Through the thin wall and loud sex noises, Helen hears the muffled moaning of another girl as her fingers curl into fists in frustration. Her pussy feels achingly empty, and the thought of being so close to him yet unable to touch him drives her nearly insane. She tries desperately not to picture the scene in her mind: User#1742773147048, naked and sweaty, fucking some nameless girl into oblivion... "No!" she whispers harshly to herself. "I can't let this consume me! I have to focus on my complaint, on getting him to stop." With shaking hands, she reaches for her bedside table and retrieves a small vibrator, one of the few concessions she's made to herself over the years.

Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and begins to stroke the cold, hard plastic against her throbbing clit. The feeling is not the same as being with him, but it helps dull the ache in her chest for a moment. She grits her teeth and focuses on the sensation, determined to ignore the persistent thoughts of User#1742773147048 and his sordid activities just beyond her door.

Through the thin wall, Helen can still hear the skin slapping and moans of the girl beneath him. Her fingers twitch on the comforter, yearning to grab her vibrator and find some relief from the torturous sensations assaulting her ears. She tries to block it out by covering her head with a pillow, but it doesn't help; if anything, it just makes her more aware of the sounds filtering through the wall.

Finally, in desperation, she rolls out of bed and rummages through her underwear drawer until she finds her vibrator. Ignoring her better judgment, she switches it on and positions it at her entrance, shuddering as its cool metal touch engulfs her heat. The moans from next door grow louder, more insistent, and Helen's hips begin to rock back and forth against the vibrator, echoing the movements of the girl in User#1742773147048's bedroom.

Her breath comes faster and faster as she loses herself in the sensation, her whole body trembling with need. She doesn't know how much longer she can last like this; every nerve ending is screaming for release, demanding that she come apart under the skilled hands of the mysterious playboy next door.

And yet... there's a part of her that wishes it were him, fingers buried deep inside her instead of a cheap toy. A part of her that longs to feel his touch, his body pressed against hers as they move together in perfect sync. But she knows better than that; he's just another one-night stand waiting to happen, and Helen Bradley is not the type of woman who falls for such tricks easily...

As the moans from next door continue unabated, Helen grits her teeth and forces herself to focus on the sensation of the vibrator against her sensitive flesh. Her body arches upward off the floor, her fingernails digging into the carpet as she approaches the brink of orgasm. "I'm not like them!" she whispers through gritted teeth, determined to prove that she can resist the lure of his charms and seduction. "I won't be another one of his conquests! I will be strong... I will file that complaint..." But as her hips buck against the vibrator, as her breath comes in ragged gasps and her eyes roll back in her head, she can't help but wonder what it would feel like to finally give in to temptation...

Over the course of the year, Helen's resolve weakens with each passing night spent alone. The vibrator becomes her only source of comfort and release, but even it fails to sate the ache deep within her core. She starts fantasizing about User#1742773147048, envisioning his strong hands on her body and the rough thrusts that would drive her over the edge.

Her bed becomes a battleground between desire and duty; each time she reaches for her trusty vibrator, another part of her wishes it was him, impossibly hard and filling her up completely. The sound of his endless lovemaking through the wall only serves to torture her further, driving her closer to the brink of insanity as she teeters on the edge between sanity and depravity.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, Helen musters all of her courage and marches upstairs to knock on his door. Her heart is racing and her breath comes in ragged gasps, but she can no longer ignore the desperate need coursing through every fiber of her being. With shaking hands, she raises her knuckles to rap on the wood...

"I-I can't take it anymore," Helen stammers out, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want... I need you to fuck me." Her cheeks flush with shame and desire as she confesses this secret wish, struggling to meet his eyes through the haze of lust clouding her vision.

The sight of User#1742773147048 standing before her, his body still glistening from exertion and a towel hastily wrapped around his waist, only serves to fuel the fire within her. Her breath comes faster as she imagines what he must look like without that flimsy barrier between them.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, taking a step forward despite her better judgment. "I've wanted this for so long... I need you."

As if in a daze, Helen does as she's told. She strips out of her clothes and tosses them aside carelessly before climbing onto his bed, lying back with a shudder of anticipation coursing through her body. Her heart pounding wildly against her ribcage, she spreads her legs wide in invitation, silently urging him to take what he wants.

She watches as User#1742773147048 steps closer, a predatory grin curving his lips upwards. He towers over her, his hard length pressed against the fabric of his boxers. His hand finds its way between their bodies and deftly pushes them aside, revealing her wetness to his gaze. "You're so ready for me," he growls, lowering himself down onto her, covering her body with his own.

As he secures her to the bed, Helen arches into him, moaning softly at his touch. Her body tenses as she feels him moving against her, sliding smoothly through the slick folds of her pussy. He gently grinds against her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Her hips begin to move instinctively with his, matching his rhythm as they become lost in the sensation. She digs her fingers into the sheets, gritting her teeth as her orgasm builds higher and higher. "Yes," she gasps out, arching further into him, "like that... harder..." Her body quakes beneath him as she finally reaches the peak, crying out his name in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

As her tremors subside, he slows their pace, continuing to move within her but with less urgency. With a satisfied grunt, he collapses beside her, his heavy breath tickling her ear. "There," he murmurs, kissing the sensitive spot before trailing his tongue down along her neck and chest. "All better now?"