So I’m playing my music and I don’t think I’m playing it all that loud when I hear someone from the flat below banging on the ceiling under my bedroom floor. I initially ignored it but then decided to pop down to the neighbour and see what his beef was. I mean, after having slept in the same bed and had ‘pillow talk’ minus the actual action, I felt it would have been rude not to.

I knock downstairs, he lets me in with a big smirk on his face, we go to the living room and end up spending the entire afternoon drinking tea chatting and laughing about filth and general nonsensical stuff. I then asked him what he was up to that evening and he said he was off out on a date so I spent a little more time there before heading back to my flat.

At around 10pm I get a knock at the door. It was him. I was confused… “Weren’t you supposed to be on a date tonight?” “Ah yeh but I’m not that into her so said I was tired and walked her to the station before coming home”

Interesting, not too tired to see me straight after though eh? Anyway, I didn’t ask queastions, I invted him in and we spent the night, actually, up unto 4am the next morning talking on my sofa. I fed him a burger as every good woman would then it came to a point where I really needed to sleep.

So that was that. Off he went downstairs and off I went through the hallway and into my bed.

Strange night. Before he left, he asked if I wanted to have dinner with him sometime so I set a date and here we go.

The story of The Downstairs Neighbour continues……shag fest ahead no doubt?

But is it really wise to be screwing your downstairs neighbour? Sure it is convenient but it could become rather tricky if it all goes tits up.

Hm.

Cougarized