Listening to Them Go

During my second year in college, I was living with a different roommate but one I got along with really well. We partied a lot, and during one of those parties, a friend of mine from high school with whom I'd had a few trysts came down to visit and brought along a very cute friend from college. To make the rest of the story easier to follow, we'll call my friend "Kristi" and her cute friend "Anne" (not their real names).

It might have been because my friend Kristi and I spent so much time talking with each other, catching up, doing a little bit of drunken flirting. But my roommate and my friend's cute friend, Anne, really hit it off and spent the entire night flirting with each other and then ended up on the couch making out.

We partied until late at night, and finally we had all run out of energy. It was getting very late, so we convinced the girls to stay overnight. My roommate and Anne were already all over each other, so Anne needed no convincing. Kristi would sleep with me in my bed, and Anne and my roommate would sleep together.

We all got into bed. Kristi and I, even though we'd done stuff with each other before, weren't really feeling it that night but we were cuddling because the bed was small and we were both tired and pretty drunk. We gave each other knowing glances, listening to the slurping of sloppy kissing and rustling below coming from my roommate and Anne.

After a moment, there was some whispering and giggling from the lower bunk. There was a soft moan, and like an "Ooh" and the bunk started swaying slowly.

I looked at Kristi and we both mouthed, "Oh my god!" to each other at the same time and smiled. I made a shushing gesture and we both laid there facing each other, smiling and listening to my roommate and Anne get it on.

I reached down and put my hand on Kristi's hip, suggestively, and she moved my hand off her hip and shook her head slowly. I shrugged, disappointed. Knowing her really well and still being drunk, for whatever reason I had the courage to reach down and slide my hand into my sweatpants, slowly stroking my hard, throbbing erection, looking at Kristi in the eyes. We were both still listening to them go at it. Kristi glanced down at what my hand was doing and watched for a few beats, then she undid her pants, unzipped slowly and quietly, and slid her hand into hers with a smirk.

Which began one of the hottest but most frustrating sexual experiences of my life. Listening to my roomate and Anne banging, feeling the bed shake, I wanted nothing more than to go at it with Kristi. Yet, lying there, looking her in the eyes while we both listened to them and touched ourselves was exhilarating to say the least.

We kept pace with them. As they sped up and the bed shook harder, we both moved our hands in our pants faster. I would look at her in the eyes and then my eyes would drop down to her hand inside her pants, watching the movement, watching her as she bit her lower lip and started to rock her hips against her hand. We were both still fully clothed, and while I wanted to see her nude breasts, I was content with watching them heave under her shirt as her breathing became more intense.

I came in my sweatpants, completely soaking them. I was embarrassed to be the first of the group to be done but consoled myself by watching Kristi. She closed her eyes, and I could tell she was concentrating on listening to her friend get railed in the bed below us.

Then they finished. I'm assuming my roommate came. Whatever the case, there where some grunts and heavy sighs from the bunk below us and the movement stopped.

And that left Kristi being the last one out. She rolled over slowly onto her back. With her eyes closed tightly, as if concentrating, I watched her as she parted her lips, furrowed her brow, and picked up her pace. Her free hand worked itself under her shirt and grabbed one of her breasts. Impulsively, I grabbed the other breast and began kneading it. She opened her eyes for just a second and looked at me but then went back to doing what she was doing.

The hand inside her pants worked faster.

She brought her knees up and then, pushing her hips upwards off the bed as if doing a hip thrust, her hand worked for just a minute more and then abruptly stopped as she let out a very slow, content, exhale and relaxed her body.

And then she did something that I will never, ever forget and is still fuel for some of my wanks to this day. She quietly took her hand out of her pants, discreetly not letting the elastic band on her panties snap, and slowly slid her hand up to her face. She held her fingers just under her nose and inhaled slowly and deeply. Then she licked the tip of her middle finger. Just once. She smiled, her eyes still closed.

And then she opened them with a start and looked at me, as if to say, "Oh, are you still there?". We looked at each other for a brief moment, like "Did this just happen?" and then she turned rolled over so that I was spooning her and we both fell asleep.