The Sounds of My Roommate

Me and my best friend have always been around each other. We were friends through elementary, middle school, and we even graduated with honors together. We even decided to apply to the same college and we both got accepted. Living on campus was not something that either one of us wanted, so we planned to get an apartment together and split the costs which would help us to save money to help pay for things we wanted. Our Freshman year kind of flew by. My best friend started dating and she would hardly ever bring anyone home. We were so used to each other that even if she did bring home a date, it would not have bothered me. We were just that comfortable around each other. We would often sit in our favorite t-shirt and panties just to watch TV. It was almost like having a sister, but as the middle of our sophomore year came around, she was finally starting to bring guys home. I was not really into the whole dating scene. I was that awkward nerdy type of girl, who was more focused on books, and grades than boys and dates. My best friend was more into boys than college. I would often stay up late to study in my bedroom, which was a pretty common thing for me. My best friend’s room was located right next to mine. All of her late-night activities could be heard very clearly in my bedroom through the wall. Almost as if someone was watching TV with the volume up loud. As the weeks went on, her activities kept distracting me. Most nights I would be at my desk, trying to study for a final and all I would be able to think about was her moans coming from the room next to mine. Eventually it got to the point where I was getting turned on by them. I would do all that I could to relieve the tension I had. It was making me miserable, because in truth, I wanted to be the one making her moan. One evening in particular, when I knew that she would be bringing a date home, I escaped to my room. I locked my door and I waited. When I heard her bedroom door close, I stripped down to my thong. I laid on my bed and just listened. In what seemed to be an eternity, I began to hear her moans filling the apartment. I started rubbing myself on the outside of my thong, feeling it get wet. As her moans became louder, I pushed my thong aside and slowly stroked my pleasure bead while every moan just seemed to egg me on. The moans would get louder and louder, and my hand would follow suit. As I began to hear her scream, I began to insert one finger and then two, pushing them in and out. The more she moaned, the closer that I got to having an orgasm. I could feel my orgasm building and I was trying to remain quiet so that she would never know. I grabbed a thick pillow and placed it over my own mouth and bit into it. The moment I orgasmed, I know that she did too because she screamed loudly. It was a scream of relief. She still does not know that I do this every so often when she brings her dates home.