Night Special: 5 Erotica Stories Bundle

by Javin Strome

  Night Special: 5 Erotica Stories Bundle

  By Javin Strome

  Copyright@2017 by Javin Strome

  Smashwords Edition

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

  It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

  Knowing His Neighbor

  Gil was tired. His routine was changing. Work was getting more hectic at the university. This was a good thing because it would not have gotten to this point had he not given everything he had on the ongoing project. Building a jet engine was not a joke and he knew he was not a joke. Already he was a star among his friends. He was the genius who had created a jet engine from the ground up using his own design. There were offers on the table, but Gil had refused to take any until he was done.

  The university had taken him in to provide him with space, as long as learn from him. It was where he lived over the past few months. Not that he had moved to the university he simply worked there for such long hours that it had become his second home. But there was no complain in him as he thought about the long hours. If anything, he had been exposed to a lot of good people, these were people who were ready to help. He had also met an expert who worked the hardware part of the engine so effectively that there was very little margin of error.

  The hardest part was writing the software that would allow them to control the engine. This was Gil’s part mainly. He had other coders to help him but since it was his idea, he was the only one who knew what the engine was really supposed to do. It was a lot of work. Millions of lines of code had to be written to make sure that the engine worked like never before.

  So far they were making great headway. In three months, they would showcase their work and see who was interested in making them the money they deserved. Gil was not really interested in the money. As a matter of fact, he had created the engine to join the university. They had refused to lend him a workshop to work out his designs so he created an engine and took it to them. They finally agreed to allow him one of their unused workshop with everything he would ever need. A few companies also chipped in hoping that when the time came to pick the best bides, they would be picked first. Gil did not want to worry himself about that, there was still time.

  The most important thing was for the engine to work. If it worked, then he would decide what to do with it. He started drifting off to sleep, his mind trying to work out other things that he might have missed. Gil’s active mind was at times the worst thing that happened to him. He would try to sleep and then him mind would find things to do. Not that lack of sleep ever affected him. Gil was fine like that. He was, however, exceptionally tired on this particular day and he knew he knew he needed to sleep.

  Gil was about to drift off to sleep when the first bang coursed through his house. This made him jump because he could have sworn it was an explosion. He waited a couple of seconds but there was nothing else. He went back to sleep but he had barely lay down when another bang reverberate through the house, making some of his things rattle. This was enough to get him to his feet.

  At first he thought that the sound was coming from his living room, but upon getting there he found that nothing had happened. The third bang dropped his TV set to the floor and he jumped. He now knew where the sound was coming from. His neighbor was at it again.

  He ran for the door in the middle of the night and made his way to his neighbor’s house. But she would not open the door, not in the middle of the night. She did, however, stop the bangs but that was after she had ruined her neighbor’s night. That was the third time something like that had happened. The woman never opened the door for him in the middle of the night and he never saw any need to talk to her during the day because there was always something to do at the university. He simply forgot what had happened the previous night only for it to happen again.

  Now that the noise was causing damage to his things, he knew he was going to have to talk to her. Gil never found any sleep after that. Every time he went to sleep, he imagined he bang and his body refused to sleep. It was not good thing because he had a long day the following day. These were the kinds of nights when he knew he needed his sleep in sufficient quantities. He would now be forced to sleep in for a couple of hours if he was to recover.

  It was morning when he finally knocked on his neighbor’s door. The woman opened the door and Gil stepped back. She was prettier than he had pictured in his head. This was enough to make him forget what he had gone to say.

  “Can I help you?” she asked.

  “Well, uhmmm, yes. See. I am here because of the bangs that have been happening over the past few days,” Gil said.

  “Loud, huh?”

  “Well, one of them broke my flat screen last night. I wanted us to work out a plan that will see you replace the set as well as stopping that bang because …” the woman cut him off with laughter.

  “You are very funny,” the woman said.

  “Lucia, right?”

  “Yes, Lucia, and I have been your neighbor for a year now,” Lucia said. Her demeanor had changed now, she looked like she wanted to go to war with the man. Gil was not looking for a war, however, the TV set was not important. Getting another one was not that hard anyway. But he needed her to stop the noise. He also needed to know why she thought he was being funny.

  “Funny?”

  “Yes, you asking me to stop the noise at night. I thought I could give you a taste of your own medicine,” the woman said.

  “Excuse me?”

  “I have been your neighbor for a year, a bloody year, Gil. For a year I was subjected to hundreds of different noises in the middle of the night, explosions that rocket the whole house. Do you want me to show you the number of TVs you have broken?” she asked.

  “I made noise?”

  “What I was making was noise, last night. What you used to produce in the middle of the night makes mine sound like a whisper in a crowd you fool,” she said.

  “Why did you not tell me?” he asked. Gil had never received a single complaint. He had always thought that the noise did not get to the other side of the room. After all, he had been told that the walls were solid enough to be sound proof.

  “You are kidding me, right?” she asked.

  “You did? When?” Gil was confused. He could not believe what the woman was saying.

  “When you moved in here, I gave you my email address and you gave me yours I have over the past year send you hundreds of emails asking you to stop the noise because I cannot sleep with the noise. But what did you do? You never even replied to one email,” the woman said.

  Gil laughed, he now saw where the problem lay, “I think I know where the confusion lies now,” he said.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “I gave you an old email address, on I never thought I would ever use. That was why I never saw your emails,” he said. Gil felt sorry for all the trouble he had cause the woman. She softened her features for a fraction of a second before frowning again.

  “You want me to buy that?” she asked.

  “Come on, I would not be complaining I knew I have also put you through hell. I have a question, what is that you have been banging?” Gil asked.

  “A modified drill bit, on jab is enough to shake a house,” she said, “and I am not going to stop until you apologize and pay the damages,” she said.

  “I am sorry. I should have realized that I was causing you discomfort. Why did you not come to my house to as me?” he asked.

  “With all the explosions? How am I sure that you are not a terrorist?” she asked.
r />   “A terrorist?”

  “Who has explosives in their house in the middle of the night? Half of the time I expected to find you dead only to see you running around like nothing ever happened,” she said.

  “Those were experiments.”

  “You were experimenting with explosives. That is just great. How then do you explain the odors, and the music, and the hell that you have put me through?”

  “I wish you had slipped a note under my door. Then I would have made it up for you,” he said.

  “I am going to stop if you promise me not to make any more noise, because I modified the drill myself and I am ready to hit it for the rest of my life,” Lucia said.

  Gil looked at the woman and raised an eyebrow. The woman had modified a drill bit. That was interesting. It was more interesting than her wanting to break his house apart.

  “May I see it?” he asked. Lucia was not sure what to tell the man. To her, the man was a psycho. She could not move because she owned the house and she assumed that he could not move for the same reasons. She was not the kind to call the cops on her neighbor. Lucia had been raised differently. She knew that an eye for an eye was the best form of revenge. This allowed her to give as good as she got.

  Now the man wanted to see the drill bit. Why? She wondered as she regarded him.

  “Come on, Lucia. I am an engineer and I would love to see what you have done,” he said.

  “So that you can take it apart?” She asked.

  Gil decided to push past her and walk to where the drill was. “You are a genius,” he said as soon as she was done protesting. He knelt down to examine it. She had managed to add power to a concentrated point a method he admired.

  “You are a very weird guy.”

  “I am building a jet engine and you have applied one of the techniques I applied on my engine.”

  “Jet engine, right,” the woman said.

  “I can show you.”

  “Is it next to the unicorn?” Lucia asked. To her, Gil was not the kind to build a jet engine. Hell, he could not even make a toaster, leave alone a jet engine.

  Gil took his phone and showed it to her. Lucia found it hard to believe because she had heard of the rumors of a jet engine being made by someone who lived around there but Gil never came to her mind. He was too lunatic to come up with something so solid. Yet here he was, showing it to her.

  “I could take you to my workshop and you can see it. In addition to promising you that I will never make Nosie for you again at night,” Gil said.

  It sounded like a great thing. Lucia was on her second year in the university. While she was not into mechanics, she was interested in such things. She had hoped that she would be among the first people to see the jet before it was unveiled to the world for viewing. And it seemed as if his noisy neighbor was going to make it happen. What was more amazing was that it was his engine.

  “Where is your workshop?”

  “At the university. It is a little hidden because I don’t like people snooping around,” the man said as he walked to the door. “Get ready. We leave in thirty minutes and I am going to take you there,” he said.

  Lucia could no believe it. She wondered whether they were now friends. They had never really spoken to each other ever since they met for the first time. Lucia always had her school work to keep her busy. When she was not working, she was at work. The house she lived in was hers, bought by her father.

  Gil was not a peoples’ person. He worked well with people, but never really interacted with them well. As long as it was about work, he was good. He would talk designs and mechanics, he would talk about anything concerning work. But when it came to socializing, he was not the kind to initiate conversations.

  He had bought the house he lived in. During his early days in the city, Gil had landed a great project that had paid a lot of money. Most of the money had been used for his personal projects such as buying the equipment that would allow him to design and start building the engine. Among the things he had bought was a house, one spacious house that would allow him to work with his designs without hindrances. It also allow him the privacy he needed. The fact that there were only two houses next to each other made everything better.

  He had not planned to interact with his neighbor. Had she not made that racket at night, then he would never talk to her. Gil never even had the urge to talk to her, she was simply a neighbor. Now that she was interested in electronics, and the things that he was interested in, Gil did not see the problem in making her a friend. After all, she was his neighbor and the only way to handle the noise was to make her a friend. Maybe when he involved her in his work as a spectator, she would not use the drill bit to break things in his house.

  Thirty minutes later, Gil was on her door waiting for her. She was ten minutes late but he had learned from some of his colleagues never to complain bout a woman’s time. Not that she had worked too hard on herself. Lucia looked beautiful without trying.

  “You ready?” he asked, getting to his feet.

  “Yes, let’s go. I have heard a little about the engine. My friends are going to feel very jealous when they hear that I have seen the engine,” she said.

  “Are your friends interested in such things?”

  “Not really, but it is a hot topic. Plus, if they find out that I know the owner of the engine.”

  “So your interest is not seeing the engine so that you can learn, you want to brag,” Gil said. It was not the right thing to say and he realized that after he had said the last word.

  “It’s twofold. I understand you are not very good with people so I am going to ignore your frankness. I am interested in learning, but I am not like you. I am a social person and I deserve to brag to my friend. I have friends, something you don’t have,” Lucia said.

  “I have friends.”

  “Yeah right. Other than the girls you bring to the house, you don’t bring anyone else. This leads me to thinking that you don’t have friends,”

  “The people I work with.”

  “They are not your friends. Do they call you to ask you to parties? Do they ask you anything else other than work related questions?”

  “Not really. I guess I am not good with people.”

  “Exactly,” the woman said. She had learned a number of things about her neighbor from observing him. Not that she ever saw him a lot of times, but the brief moments she saw him were enough to create a simple profile.

  “Plus, I wonder who would come to your house with all those explosions. I am actually surprised you never really melted your face off,” the woman said.

  “I am good at what I do.”

  “So they say. Including keeping me awake at night.”

  “I have been thinking about that. Sometimes I am forced to bring some work at home, or I have an idea about something and I cannot sleep until I implement it. How about I buy you some noise cancelation headphones for you to sleep in?” Gil asked.

  “And how will I be hearing my alarm clock?”

  “That is a simple problem with a simple solution. I will buy you the headphones and some eye pads. I will also turn your bedroom into an electronic free room where you will feel like you are being thrown back into your most natural state every time you go to sleep. This will work well with your mental clock and before you know it, you will not need an alarm. Your brain…”

  “No, Gil. You will have to come up with something better than that. I am not sleeping with devices wrapped around my head,”

  “They are good devices. They allow you to sleep peacefully, and me to work without worrying about you.”

  “You are worried about me now?” Lucia asked.

  “I am being a good neighbor. I thought that was what you wanted me to be,” Gil said.

  “See, there is a thin line between being a crazy neighbor and a good neighbor. You have gone way past the reservation… how you would feel sleeping in headphones?” she asked.

  “It will be an experiment.”

  “So
you want to experiment with me?”

  “I don’t hear you coming up with a solution that works, Lucia,” Gil said. He was getting frustrated.

  “Simple, stop exploding things in the house, the walls are not sound proof.”

  “There you go. I have an idea. We can proof the walls to insulate sound. See, that is an inexpensive and effective solution.”

  “You have a solution for everything, don’t you?” Lucia asked. They were almost at the university.

  “Now, I am usually very protective when it comes to my engine…”

  “Your engine?” Lucia asked before she broke into laughter.

  “I mean my jet engine. What I am trying to say is that to see it, you will have to promise me that you will never bring anyone else to my lab until I am done,” the man said.

  “Only if you come for a glass of wine in my house,” Lucia said with a smile.

  Gil thought about the proposal. It sounded like a great idea, coming from a woman who knew how to assemble a drill bit and modify it to add more power.

  “I think that can be done. TONIGHT?”

  “Yes, tonight. I don’t think you have plans for tight,” Lucia said.

  “How could you possibly know that?” Gil asked.

  “Because you are my neighbor. If you are not in the house, then you are at the university I never could really tell where you went until today. Today I learned that you come to the university, to your lab,” Lucia said.

  It was almost like a new experience. She was seeing her neighbor in a new light. There was the Gil who never interacted with people, and there was an easy going Gil. One that was free with her, made her laugh and was about to show her one of his greatest secrets.

  “I think I am going to add one more thing to my daily schedule,” Gil said.

  “And what is that?”

  “Visiting my neighbor to show her that I am not really antisocial.”

  “Maybe you are just doing that because you like her,” Lucia said.

  Gil had never done this before. He had never wooed a woman before. The women he had at his house did not need wooing. They were always ready for him. This one was different. She needed to be wooed and it was not such a bad thing. Whatever he was saying flowed like smooth wine, the kind of wine he had been invited to drink later on.