My Neighbor Is the Porn Actress I’ve Been Watching Since I Was 18

Hugo was sprawled on the sofa, laptop open and a beer half-finished, when the doorbell rang. He got up reluctantly, convinced it was the delivery guy, and opened the door without looking through the peephole. Then the world stopped.

There she was. Vera Lux, in the flesh, with her brown mane tied back in a high ponytail and green eyes that seemed to bore straight through his skull. She was wearing black leggings that clung to every curve and a gray sports top beneath which it was obvious she wasn’t wearing anything else. Hugo felt the blood hammer at his temples. And other places. Especially other places.

—Hi! —she said with a wide, natural smile, as if she had no idea what she was doing to him—. I’m your new neighbor. I just moved into the apartment next door and I’m a little lost. Could I ask you a favor?

Her voice had a hoarse edge that raised the hair on his skin. It took Hugo a few seconds to react, aware that she was less than a meter away. He could smell her: a mix of sweet perfume and something warm that dried out his throat.

This can’t be. It’s her. It’s Vera Lux. My every night since I was eighteen.

—Yes, sure… whatever you need —he managed to say, as steadily as he could.

—Great. Do you have any salt? I’m cooking and mine got lost among the boxes.

Hugo nodded like an idiot and went to the kitchen. While he searched for the salt shaker, his head filled with images he knew by heart: her on her knees, smiling at the camera, laughing between two men in that scene he’d watched hundreds of times. The same mouth that was smiling at him now in his hallway.

When he came back, she was leaning against the doorframe, in a carefree pose that was anything but carefree. He handed her the salt, trying not to let his hand tremble.

—Thanks, neighbor. I promise I’ll return it. Or invite you to dinner to make it up to you —she said, winking before turning away.

And when she did, Hugo had to bite his lip. He closed his door, leaned his back against it, and let out the air he’d been holding for a full minute.

Holy shit. My neighbor is Vera Lux.

***

He didn’t sleep a wink that night, and the days that followed were worse. He worked from home, and every time he looked up at the wall he imagined what was on the other side. His dick got hard just thinking about it.

He ran into her again at dusk, when he went out to take the trash. Vera was coming from the shower, wearing a white towel snug around her body and wet hair falling over her shoulders. A drop of water slid down her collarbone and disappeared beneath the fabric.

—Hey, neighbor! —she said with a smile, as if she had no idea she was causing an instant erection—. Damn, it’s hot, huh? I’m dying after a shower.

Hugo could only nod. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from that towel, which threatened to slip at any moment. She bent for a second to adjust it, and he had to hide his reaction as best he could before slipping into his apartment.

The moment he closed the door, he headed straight for the bedroom. He didn’t even bother turning on the light. He lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and imagined her letting the towel fall, offering herself without shame. It didn’t take long. He came with his body tense and his breathing shattered, then stared at the ceiling with a crooked smile.

This isn’t ending here. No fucking way.

***

The building gym had the bare minimum: a few dumbbells, a bench, two cable machines and a mat. Hugo went down more out of instinct than motivation. Since he knew Vera trained there, any excuse was a good one to show up.

She was already on the treadmill, wearing a tight light-gray set with sweat beginning to darken the fabric. She waved at him without stopping her run.

—Neighbor! I was just starting legs. You in?

Hugo picked up a dumbbell more to look the part than to work out. He couldn’t stop looking at her. When she finished, she dropped onto a bench in front of him and drank water, still breathing hard.

—It’s been a while since I pushed myself this hard —she said—. I like this gym. It’s quiet, and nobody bothers me. —She looked at him curiously and let out a soft laugh—. You know? Training reminds me of shoots. After a hard scene I end up the same way: sweaty and with my legs shaking.

Hugo choked on his own saliva.

—R-really? —he asked, trying to sound neutral.

—Of course. Filming is pure cardio. The first time I shot with Leo Stone I thought I was going to pass out —she laughed, as if telling a university anecdote—. That guy’s built like a horse. I thought he was going to split me in two.

Hugo felt a jolt that almost made him groan right there. They kept talking a little longer about trivial things, but those phrases were drilling into his brain. When Vera stood up to leave, the slow movement of her body as she walked away was the last straw.

He got to his apartment, slammed the door, and went straight to bed. He imagined her on the gym wall, panting with the same ease she had when talking about traffic, as if sex and everyday life were exactly the same thing. He came thinking about that, about how impossible it was to tell the difference between the two when it came to her.

***

The communal pool was the next stage. Hugo went down a little after eleven, looking for relief from the heat and from the fire he’d been carrying for days. And, of course, there she was, lying on her side on a lounger, wearing a bikini so tiny it looked more decorative than functional. A bead of sweat slid slowly down her chest and disappeared under the fabric.

—Hey! —she said, turning her head with a fresh, makeup-free smile—. Hi, neighbor. You brave the heat?

Hugo forced a smile and sat on a nearby lounger, trying to act normal. He didn’t have time to hide anything. Vera propped herself up, drank water without a hint of embarrassment, and let a trickle run from the corner of her mouth.

—This heat is brutal. Though I love the sun. On some shoots they’ve had me film outdoors, in pools like this one. I’ve gotten sunburned in places you can’t even imagine —she added with a laugh—. The oil, the sun, the friction… you know?

Hugo blinked. No, he didn’t know. His erection was now completely outlined beneath the wet fabric of his trunks, and the water splashing from the nearby shower wasn’t helping him hide it.

Vera followed his gaze and, far from being uncomfortable, gave him an almost tender look.

—Hey, relax. Don’t stress about it. It’s completely normal —she said, indicating very subtly with her eyes—. You’re not the first it’s happened to with me. And you won’t be the last. It’s just a physical reaction.

She drank again and winked at him, without any teasing, with the simple complicity of an old friend.

—Besides, I take it as a compliment. I’m glad to know I haven’t lost my effect, even if I’m in neighbor mode —she joked.

Hugo didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or run for his life. She talked about arousal the way other people talk about being thirsty. When Vera stood up to go back to her apartment, the bikini string disappeared between her curves, and he knew that image would be with him all night.

—See you later, Hugo —she said, waving goodbye—. If you stop by the gym later, maybe I’ll feel like it too.

***

He did feel like it the next day, and this time it was different. Vera was doing barbell squats when he walked in.

—Hey, Hugo. Do you know how to do hip thrusts? —she asked, setting a bar with plates on the floor—. They’re great for the glutes. I’ve done them in hundreds of shoots, though with a different kind of weight on top —she joked.

She lay back against the bench and, as she raised her hips, her whole body moved in a way that took Hugo’s breath away.

—Squeeze hard on the way up. And don’t think about what’s moving, because I know it distracts you —she added, never stopping her movement.

Hugo was red as a beet. He tried to imitate her, but all he could think about was her sweaty body and that bar brushing exactly where it shouldn’t. Vera knelt beside him to correct his posture.

—Adjust here —she instructed, touching his pelvis— and push from lower down.

The brush of her hand, the soft voice, the smell of hot skin. By the time they sat on the mat to stretch and she lifted one of his legs gently, there was nothing left to hide: the bulge under his shorts was obvious. Vera looked down and let out a little laugh.

—Again? —she murmured, amused.

Hugo was about to apologize, to hide, to die. But she leaned in a little closer and said, in the same tone she’d use to offer a bottle of water:

—Do you want me to help you bring it down?

—Huh? —Hugo looked at her, not fully understanding.

—The erection —she clarified matter-of-factly—. I can take care of it in a second if you want. Nothing weird. I’ve done it with actors before filming, when they’re too tense. It’s like releasing pressure. And you’re so hard you’re practically stabbing my leg.

Hugo didn’t answer. He just nodded, barely breathing. Vera positioned herself between his legs and, with calm, precise movements, freed him from his shorts. She wrapped her hand around him and started moving with disconcerting calm.

—Relax. I’ve got this.

The scene was unreal: on the gym floor, sweat dripping, and there she was, as natural as if she were part of the routine. Hugo didn’t last long. His body tensed, he panted, and he came with a muffled groan. Vera wiped her hands on a towel and gave him a simple smile.

—Much better, right? We’ll continue tomorrow.

And she walked away as if nothing had happened.

***

The following afternoon, his doorbell rang. It was Vera, in a short robe and barefoot, with her hair in a messy bun and her phone in her hand.

—Hugo! Sorry for showing up like this. I need a slightly weird favor. Well, for you maybe. For me it’s pretty normal.

He looked at her, waiting.

—I’m preparing content for my paid channel —she said, with her usual easy confidence—. It’s one of my best sellers. The problem is I don’t have anyone here right now and I need to get it done now. I’m made up, I’ve got good light… I just need you to cum on me.

Silence.

—Relax, don’t get worked up —she continued with a half-smile—. It doesn’t have to last long. In fact, I think you’re going to be pretty fast, right? Not to offend you. I checked last time. And honestly, it’s perfect for me.

He didn’t know what to say. But his body did.

—That’s a yes —she laughed—. Come on, get in. The sooner, the better.

The living room was set up with natural light and a full-length mirror. Vera let the robe fall to her elbows and stood in front of the glass.

—I want something quick, spontaneous. You just get in front and, when you’re ready, shoot. Do you mind if I bend down like this? It flatters the angle.

Hugo started stroking himself without taking his eyes off her. He could hardly believe what he was seeing: her mere centimeters away, with the serene expression of someone who’d done this a thousand times. She grabbed a small bottle of body oil and smeared it over her skin until it shone.

—If you’re about to finish, tell me —she said, looking at herself in the mirror.

But he couldn’t warn her. He groaned sharply, muscles tense, and came in just a few seconds, with a violent jolt. Vera didn’t move; she kept her pose, staring at her reflection with the focus of someone applying lipstick.

—Perfect —she murmured, lifting the phone to snap several photos—. You can tell I had you right on the edge.

Hugo pulled up his pants, a little embarrassed.

—That was very fast —he defended himself—. I’m not usually that premature.

Vera let out a soft laugh and approached without a trace of shame.

—Do you mind if I say it like that? I meant it as a compliment. For me it’s a sign of success. —She raised a hand toward his fly with a knowing smile—. Let’s see if I can give you a chance to prove it.

Before he could say anything, she had him in her hand again, still sensitive, swelling up once more like a spring.

—Oops. See? That says something else —she murmured.

—Vera, if you keep doing that I’m going to…

But it was too late. The second release was even more intense, a hot wave that left him breathless and completely out of control.

—Wow. I definitely didn’t expect that —she laughed, wiping herself with the inside of her robe—. You’re like a repeat pistol.

Hugo sank onto the sofa, his face burning.

—It doesn’t always happen to me —he repeated, frustrated.

—I know, I know —she said, stroking his thigh calmly—. But if it gives me content and you enjoy it, what’s the problem? —She stood and walked toward the kitchen without bothering to cover up—. Do you want some juice before I go?

And Hugo, sitting there, still throbbing inside, understood that this wasn’t a fantasy he made up while looking at a screen. It was something far more disorienting: his new real life, wall to wall.

***

Days later, Vera showed up at his door in a tight T-shirt and that energy of hers that threw him off balance.

—Hi, star —she said with a naughty smile—. Today I want to film a full scene. Something simple, first-person. You in?

Hugo felt the blood rush straight to his pants. She was suggesting it the way someone suggests playing a video game.

—With… everything? —he dared to ask.

—Of course —she replied, as if it were obvious—. I’ve already filmed with amateur guys, and you give me that real, uncontrollable touch that my followers love. Besides, I like you. And it’s okay if you come fast. We cut and do it again. That sells too.

They went into his apartment. The living room was ready: soft lights, a camera on a tripod and a wide sofa. Vera left her phone on the table and came back from the bathroom wearing barely anything thin.

—All good? —she asked when she saw him frozen.

—Yeah… I’m just trying not to come yet.

She laughed and knelt in front of him.

—Hugo, seriously, don’t worry. If you come fast, we use it. You’re not taking an exam. —She stroked him with a calm that undid him—. I just need you hard a couple of times. You enjoy yourself.

She positioned herself on the sofa and motioned for him to come closer. Hugo held her by the hips with trembling hands and, the moment he felt her heat, reality slipped away. The first thrust was enough.

—Fuck… no…

—Already? —she said, turning her head, amused.

He groaned and came with a long spasm, pulling away immediately, red with shame.

—Sorry, sorry… I didn’t mean to…

—Hugo! —she laughed, sitting up—. Relax. I told you it could happen. You barely touched me! We’ll give you a couple of minutes and do it again. We’ll edit everything. No one will notice.

And so it went. A few minutes later she got him aroused again with endless patience, this time moving slowly over him. Hugo tried to control his breathing, the rhythm, everything. It was no use. He came again the moment he felt her.

—You’re my easiest scene —she teased, pushing her hair out of her face—. But also the most honest.

—I’m not always that premature… —he stammered.

—Shhh. It happens with me because you like me, because I turn you on. And that’s fine. If it didn’t happen, it wouldn’t be fun.

She didn’t let him think much more. She positioned herself over him again, rubbing softly and whispering in his ear. And yes, she did it again: barely touching him, and he was already shaking once more.

Vera hugged him against her chest, laughing under her breath.

—I’ve got material for three different videos, sweetheart —she told him, amused—. And I haven’t even really started yet.

Hugo closed his eyes, exhausted and happy, thinking that no screen in the world had ever come this close to real life.