My sophomore year of college I lived next door to Pete. (All names are changed but the tale is true as best as I can remember). Pete was a senior whose roommate dropped out, leaving him a room to himself. Pete was a stud. He looked like a young Michael Douglas with dimples and short, curly blond hair. Charming and athletic, he was universally liked, particularly by the young women on campus.
About my third night in the dorms that year I was about to turn in when I heard a slight thud against the wall, than another. It was faint at first, but soon got louder, and when I heard the characteristic voice of one of my (stunningly attractive) female classmate, Emily, I realized exactly what was happening. I pressed my ear against the wall and could easily hear every groan and sigh. It so happened Pete was fucking Emily's brains out.
I could hear her sigh along with his thrusting, in tandem with the pounding on the wall, which became rhythmic. Apparently I was late to the party, because she announced she was about to come again.