New apartment life

My new life was about to begin in a new neighborhood, with new neighbors and new lifestyles unfolding all around me: I was moving into an apartment complex, a very popular one in town actually. So, I was expecting to have a lot of neighbors and a lot of new experiences awaiting me around each corner. I was absolutely not wrong, and I would find out soon enough.

By the time I’m writing this, it has already been over a year since I moved in and months since the events I’m about to tell ocurred. Some of my early neighbors moved out already, so the air here is different. Nevertheless, I will never forget the early days of bliss, fun and lust that plagued this apartment complex, up until it became more family friendly.

When I first moved in, all the residents were welcoming and helpful. Surprisingly enough, there were no kids around at all. It sort of felt like being in that one porn movie, the breastford wives which parodizes the stepford wives. All the girls were pretty hot, like in these movies. Big boobs, nice, plump lips, revealing yet mother-like clothes, and none of them were mothers. The guys were hot too, looking like movie stars and carrying a confidence that most guys don’t have.

I was splashed with this new reality as soon as I moved in, but of course I was not bothered by it. Being surrounded by such good looking people was nice, and despite there being so many hot girls, the guys seemed to be interested in me as well. I was flattered and did not hold back on my flirting; I have never been a shy girl to begin with. So I was enjoying my stay and did not expect things to get rowdy, despite living in a complex filled with so many different people, I was expecting my apartment life to be calm.

The fun of being the new girl quickly vanished, and I was no longer a prize of sorts. The neighbors had gotten used to me, and continued to be friendly. This eventually led them to invite me to one of their private “apartment parties” they held at least once a month. I had heard of them before, but I had never been invited until then. I was told to take light clothing and take a good, long and hot shower before going. It is normal to want to look good for a party, but was it necessary of them to tell me I had to?

Anyway, since I was so looking forward to these private parties I went forward with the invitation and dressed up in a revealing attire. My dirty blonde hair was put up in a ponytail, my eyes had blue mascara, black eyeliner, a small silver crop top and no bra, a mini skirt and heels. I was feeling like I was naked, but I also felt very sexy. The party was going to be in the old warehouse on the top floor, which was far enough from most apartments for the music to be heard down below. I took the stairs to the top, and I got there alone because everybody else took the lift.

I was greeted into the party, and bright colorful lights flashed before me. It also smelt strongly of alcohol. Surprisingly, despite the banging music that was playing, no one was dancing. Instead everybody was drinking and talking. I was handed a drink as soon as I walked in, and it tasted great. However, it also felt like it had a lot of alcohol inside it. I was approached by multiple neighbors and we talked while drinking, everybody was seeming to have a good time. Nothing in the party seemed to be out of the ordinary, so I was wondering why wasn’t I invited before.

Then it began. I walked deeper into the warehouse, and I saw a group of people getting naked. There was a lit-up floor like these in discotheques, and they started to fuck over it while everybody watched. I looked in awe, the beautiful girls that live in the complex undressing one by one, revealing their perfect bodies, then being banged by the hot neighboring men. More and more people started to join into the orgy, until only I stayed back watching. “Are you the kind of person who has fun watching?” Natalie, one of the hottest neighboring girls said to me. I clutched to my drink, I was very drunk by then but I could still make sense of what was going on. “Why don’t you join-?” she asked, followed by a loud moan. I looked to the side and there was a man who had just begun fucking her.

The sound of the moaning and the fucking kept getting louder and louder, and I started to feel horny because of it. It was a mixture of the alcohol and my own lust getting to me over what was happening before my eyes. I gave in, but I did not join the orgy. I sat back and started to finger myself, looking at the scene going on in front of me. This went on for weeks every time I was invited to the orgy parties, until I finally decided to partake in them…

And so a cycle began, it was all about these parties. I began to understand why the neighbors were so good looking, and I enjoyed getting my pussy fucked by so many different men and women on these nights. This was like living in a porn studio. I realized why everybody was so close to each other and playful. But good things never last…

Some months after, my good and sexy neighbors started to move out. The frequency of the parties started to die down, and the complex became more ordinary. Until the parties completely ceased to be, and everything became distant to me as if it had been some sort of dream. I was sort of sad about this, but had to move forward.