My College Roommate's Girlfriend

My first year in college, I went through a string of roommates until I found the right one. The first roommate I had hooked up with a girl starting almost the first week of school. For a while, it was like out of an amazing, hot, wet dream but then went wrong as I wasn't getting any sleep and my studies started to suffer, so I moved in with someone else. But, before I left I had a hot experience that fully changed me, probably, into being an exhibitionist.

My roommate and I slept in bunk beds, and I had the bed on top. Like I mentioned, my roommate met a girl within the first week and they started dating, and within a couple weeks of school starting, they were banging with fervor at least once a night most nights, and many times several times into the late hours. I would hear slurping sounds and hear him moaning and I knew she was giving him head. Or the bed would start rocking and I could hear their heavy breathing and soft moans. I think they were trying to be quiet, but these were tiny rooms and tiny beds.

At first, I was incredibly turned on by listening to them go at it and to feel the bunk bed rocking, slightly at first, then faster as they neared completion. I often got very aroused, but even though it was obvious about what they were doing I wasn't quite ready to make it obvious what I wanted to do. In those first weeks and then months, I'd just wait it out and take care of myself either in the shower the next morning or I when I had the room all to myself.

Over time, lack of sleep and--now that I'm looking back and perhaps more honest about it--envy made me a little resentful about the whole thing. One day the resentment caused me to do something I wouldn't normally have had the courage to do.

I came back to the room from class one afternoon, hoping that I'd have the room to myself so that I could get off. I needed it so badly. My testicles literally hurt. I remember thinking about it most of the morning up to that point, so that by the time that I was unlocking the door to my room, I basically had nothing else on my mind than getting my pants off as quickly as possible, getting in bed, and spending a good amount of time edging myself to an orgasm powerful enough to put me in a coma.

I opened the door, and as I was setting my bag with my textbooks down on my chair, I looked over and my shoulders slumped in disappointment. My roommate's girlfriend was in his bed, sleeping. That wasn't unusual by this time as she sometimes slept in or came over to our room to nap while her roommate studied or whatever.

"What the hell", I thought, and I hopped up into bed. At least, I figured, I'd get a good nap in and maybe she'd wake up and take off and I could carry on with my original plan.

Sleep wasn't happening. At all. I tossed and turned. I couldn't stop thinking about how badly I needed to CUM. I was starting to feel angry with her for being there.

"Fuck this", I thought. Almost in a tantrum, I violently flopped around on my back to stare at the ceiling. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my mid-thighs, not caring how much noise I was making in the process. This was, afterall, my room and she was intruding, and if I had to listen to them bone all night long and not sleep then the least she could do is be understanding if I needed to get off. Those were my thoughts.

So, I started going at it. I put some spit in my hand as lube and didn't even care about being discreet. In fact, I thought, I wanted her to hear. Maybe she'd feel bad for me or uncomfortable and maybe she'd leave and nap in her own room next time.

I know that I was rocking the bed. I moaned, just like I would if I was by myself. "Mmmmmm", I moaned, making those squish-squish-squish sounds of a lubed up hand stroking up and down a shaft. "Mmmm, fuck yeah," I whispered.

I started to get close, so I continued my angry beating until I croaked, "Uh, fuuuuck yeah" and came hard. I just laid there and stared at the ceiling for a couple beats. I was now embarrassed--having the post-orgasm shame slipping in that I often get--and was wiping up when I felt it.

The bed was shaking.

Not much, mind you, but it was--ever so softly. And the sleeping-breathing that I'd heard coming from my roommate's girlfriend in the bunk below me was now a different type of breathing with which I'd grown all too familiar. These sounds of hers were sounds I knew. I could almost count down exactly when there would be a couple soft squeaks and then it would be all over. And, with that, it was over and the bed abruptly stopped shaking. Cocking my head to hear if there would be more and finding no more, I fell asleep.

She was awake reading in the bed when I awoke and hopped off the top bunk. We talked like we normally did about our classes. I thought it was cool that we didn't make anything of it--it was almost like we were daring each other to be weird about it or talk about it.

I didn't do it again like that with her in the room, but I did "join in" a few times when they were getting it on. But, like I said before, eventually lack of sleep started taking its toll on me so I applied for (and got) a different roommate with whom I had a lot of fun.