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Through The Wall

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Through The Wall by JakeIn college, I had the great fortune of living with many different people,including a number of women. Though the comraderie of male roommates is a joythere is something to be said about living with an attractive woman--from theskimpy pajamas she wears around the house to just the image of what she mightbe doing behind her bedroom door.During my 3rd year I lived in a 3-bedroom townhouse with 2 females and anotherguy. Kristen and I had our own rooms; Mike and Kim, who were a couple, sharedthe master bedroom. We all got along well and Kristen and I, once we got toknow each other, developed a sexually tense, flirtatious relationship, butnever ventured into couplehood. We were just close friends.I shared one wall with Kristen, our beds mirroring each other through it. Withour heads seperated by only a few inches I could hear slightly muffled phoneconversations, Kristen talking to her cat and, on occassion, the soft moansand groans of masturbation. For the latter, I'd sit up and press my ear to thewall. Usually hearing her heavy breaths and gentle squeals would be enough toget me aroused and I would masturbate along with her, listen for her orgasmand then quietly bring along my own.Late one night, when Mike and Kim were away for the weekend, I was reading inmy room and heard Kristen begin a "session." After getting comfortable andrelaxed(I assumed this since the bed sqeaked a few times followed by a loudsigh and then several seconds of silence) I could hear very softly, "mmmm..."I quickly found my spot on the wall and strained my ears to hear. There weremore "mmm's" and extremely light gasps of air that began to create a rhythm.After a minute or two, her breaths deepened. From the sounds I pictured herlying on her bed, eyes closed, running her hands over her silky skin, ticklingherself with her fingertips and finally finding the warm wetness between herlegs. That was plenty enough to get me fully erect. I took off my boxers andprepared to join Kristen but as I stepped back, I lost my balance and bangedmy head loudly against the wall. I heard Kristen's bed squeak once and acouple of steps. She was obviously surprised by the sound and, as I stoodfrozen with a full erection and prayed she would not leave her room, I heardthe quiet groan of her door slowly opening. She was sneaking out toinvestigate.As luck would have it, my door was ajar. We would leave our doors open just abit through the night so the cat could wander about, otherwise he would scatchand scatch until you awoke and let him in. Cats!I grabbed my boxers, held them over my crotch and sat on my bed. When I lookedback at the open door I could see Kristen in the hallway staring at me. Imanaged, "Uh...hey, Kris..." After a couple of seconds she walked up to thedoor, leaned against the jamb and said nonchalantly, "I thought you wereasleep. That noise, was that you?" "Yeah," I said, "I bumped my head." Shesmiled and, trying desperately not to laugh, said, "What the hell were youdoing?"I sat there, crumpled underwear over my softening dick, and said nothing. Shehad on a long t-shirt that fell to mid-thigh and her brown hair droopedchaotically across her shoulders. Still, she looked incredibly sexy. The smilestill sat on her face and her eyes kept darting down to my boxers. Figuringthere was no way out of this, I grinned back at her and said, "Well, I wasjust beginning to uh...masturbate and when I took off my boxers, I fell intothe wall." She laughed. I thanked her for her kindness. Then she said, "No,its kinda funny cause...I was doing the same thing. 'Course, I was lyingdown." We both laughed loudly and the nervous tension disappeared. We jokedsome more about masturbation and about how many times we may have done it atthe same time(of course, I didn't tell her that I often planned it that way.)Once the conversation dipped she said dryly, "Well, I have a job to finish!"and turned to leave the room. I called out, "Make sure you're loud, I wannahear you!" She called back, "Only if I get to hear you, too!" Knowing thathearing her loudly would produce a great orgasm for me, I told her shedefinately would.After more laughing and phony, exaggerated sex noises, things quieted down. Ipressed my ear to the wall and heard nothing. Finally I said, "Are you doinganything?" She replied that she was but she was a little embarrassed aboutbeing loud. I told her that I was standing there stroking it but I needed somehelp. "Really? Oh boy," was her response. She was quiet for a moment and thensaid, "Okay, go sit outside my door." I went into the dimly lit hallway andsat next to the opening in her door. "Can you hear me now?" she said. Her headwas right at the opening. "Loud and clear," I said.She started by telling me she was completely nude and lying on her back,running her fingers over her slender waist and belly(just as I had imagined!)She then brushed her palms in circles over her outstretched nipples andfinished by taking both her breasts in her hands and squeezing them gently. Isat silent with my eyes closed, imagining all of this and teasing my erectionwith my fingers. She continued by saying she let her hands wander over herbody until they found her "spot." As she began to describe what she was doingthere, her voice trailed off and was replaced by heavy breaths and gasps. Ileaned toward the opening of the door and started slowly stroking myself. Iheard a few soft moans, lots of breathing, one seemingly involuntary "oh," andthen, one of the most incredible sounds I thought I could ever hear. ThroughKristen's vocals I heard the slick smacking sound of her wetness. Rhythmic andso wet. I uttered my own "oh" as I felt that familiar twinge in my groin. Shewas picking up her pace and saying, "Oh God, oh God," under her breath. I keptpace with her and leaned all the way across the door, peaking into her darkroom. Moonlight though her windowblinds cast a blueish hue over her body. Itwas hard to see but I could make out the shape of her breasts, the dark andpeaked nipples at their ends, and the frantic movement of her hand over herblack mound. There was one strand of white light just a few inches wide thatfell across her stomach, allowing me to see the quickness of her breathing,the subtle arching of her back and the shudder her body was overcome by whenthe orgasm hit. At that moment her loud gasps stopped, her back arched high,the motion of her hand ceased and it seemed to press into her crotch. She heldher breath and tensed(I could almost sense her teeth were clenched.) Then atiny wail escaped and she let all her breath out and dropped herself back ontothe floor. Her hand went back to rubbing slowly and she shuddered some more,taking deep breaths and exhaling. I sat back up with my back to the wall andstroked hard. My orgasm built in seconds and as I yelled out loudly, I eruptedonto my shoulder, chest and stomach. I continued to stroke and felt a secondwave coming and my body shuddered, like Kristen's had, through another climax.As my orgasm subsided I heard Kristen clapping and giggling through the door.I told her it was one of the best orgasms I had ever had(it really was) andshe agreed that knowing I was listening took her to another level too. We had only two other "sessions" after that night(I'll tell you about thoselater) and she ended up transfering to another school a few months later. ButI'll certainly never forget her.