This happened a few months back and I still think about it every time I hear her talking about that night like it was just a normal Tuesday lol.
My roommate and I are the same age, both 18, first year living away from home, and she is significantly bolder than me when it comes to bringing people back which I have come to appreciate as a spectator sport. I was in my room one night, lights off, scrolling, when I heard the front door and then her voice and then a lower voice and then her bedroom door closing.
And then about four minutes later, the sounds. Can't lie I kinda loved hearing them, it turned me on.
They were trying to be quiet at first and failing in a way that made it obvious they were trying, the muffled sounds and the occasional creak, and I lay there in the dark listening and felt my body make a decision my brain had not fully approved yet, my hand sliding down and finding how wet I already was just from listening, and I stayed there in the dark taking care of myself while my roommate had sex ten feet away from me and felt absolutely no guilt about that whatsoever.
They finished. The sounds stopped. I heard her door open and her feet on the floor and the bathroom door close and the shower turn on and I lay there for a second thinking about going back to scrolling and then I saw him.
He came out of her room in just his boxers, hair messy, slightly sweaty, and he was genuinely good looking in a way that my body clocked before my brain did, tall and well built and looking a little dazed, the kind of way you look after sex, my friend probably drained him dry, I know her. I was quickly out of bed and in the hallway before I had made any conscious decision to be there.
I was in a t-shirt and underwear. He looked at me. I looked at him. I literally don't know what I was thinking about. Like who made this decision, my brain or my pussy? I took his hand and pulled him into my room and closed the door.
I got his boxers down and got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth and he was already half hard and I could taste both of them on him, her and him mixed together, and it hit my tongue warm and specific and made me so wet I could feel it in my underwear while I was still on my knees, and I worked him with my mouth and my hand until he was fully hard and grabbed my hair and I thought good, we're on the same page.
I got my t-shirt off and my underwear off and pushed him back onto my bed and climbed on top of him and sank down onto his cock and felt the stretch of him and thought I do not have long so I am going to make this count.
I rode him hard and fast, both hands on his chest, my tits bouncing and his hands grabbing at my hips and my waist and my chest and his head dropping back, and I came fast and embarrassingly loud considering the circumstances and kept going because I wasn't done, grinding down on him and chasing the second one while he gripped my hips and thrust up into me and I came again harder than the first time with my face in his neck trying to muffle the sound.
He finished inside me right after, deep and warm, and I felt every pulse of it and stayed there for one second just feeling it and then he was already moving, grabbing his boxers off the floor and slipping back out of my room and back to hers.
I pulled my blanket up.
Few minutes later I heard the bathroom door open. Was I happy in that moment that she takes long showers...
She knocked on my door and came in and sat on the edge of my bed in her towel and started telling me about her night and how much she liked him and how funny he was and I lay there completely naked under my blanket with her guy's cum leaking out of me and my hair still messy from his hands and said that sounds really fun and meant absolutely none of it 😌
She never found out, I never even got his name. I don't think she would particularly mind if she knew, but I like having this as my little secret, it's more naughty that way.