I scurry off of Bridget's bed and peek through the crack in the open door. I get a good view of the stairs, two bodies, one girl and one guy are coming up the stairs practically mauling each other. Her hands grip his hair as his hands trail down her curvy body.
"Are you sure no one's here?" She asks him. As the question is asked, she takes off his shirt. Looking closely, I see a dragon tattoo. Oh, crap its-
"Positive." I recognize the voice, it's Andreas's. "Now shut up, I need that mouth on mine." His voice is rough and sexy, it makes me close my mouth on command, and he isn't even talking to me. I shut the door a bit more so they don't see me. The lights are off in the room, the only thing playing is my movie, but it's on low.
"Chen! You animal." She growls in his ear, literally growls. Am I watching a porno or something? He wraps her legs around him as he bypasses Bridget's room to his at the end of the hall. Oh god, they're going to fuck, aren't they? While I'm the only one in the house. Everyone went to the party, even Daniel which I was surprised by.
I hear someone plop on the bed, some more moaning and groaning. Then, silence. I hold my hand to my chest, maybe they decided to watch a movie or something. Or, I don't know, crack open a textbook.
"OH, FUCK CHEN!" The girl screams. Proceeded after her screaming, I hear pounding and grunts. Something keeps banging on his wall, I think it's his headboard.
"Grip the headboard, Ollie. I'm going to fuck you silly." She laughs at this. "You're so fucking wet."
I clasp my hand over my mouth as I lean against the wall. The door is still kept ajar, all the erotic sounds they flow through the crack. This has to be a dream; I'm not hearing my sister's roommate fuck some random girl.
"Oh yeah, just like that. Fuck me harder." I laugh against the inside of my hand, for some, this would be an epic turn-on, but it's just comedic to me. My sex life is bare, but the couple of times that I did do it, it wasn't that. . .exhilarating. I never even had the big O, either. She has to be belching this out to boost his ego or something.
A low pang comes from my abdomen, damn I've got to pee. I would use Bridget's toilet, but it's fucked up and needs to be fixed. The Plummer doesn't come until next week. If I go down the hall, they'll see me for sure. Maybe if I squeeze my legs together, lean against the wall they won't see me coming. Yeah, that sounds about right.
I slowly, and quietly, push open Bridget's door. My body instantly clings up against the cream-colored walls, I hold my legs together, moving slowly on it. I'm doing great, so great. I should consider changing my major to spying master, is that even a real major? We'll check into it.
I'm so close to the door, so so close. But I get caught like a deer in the headlights once I see what I see. It's Andreas, really running him- you know what- into the girl. She's arched over, her ass sticking straight up in the air. I can't see her face since the bed is against the wall, but I have a full view of Andreas. His whole upper body is on display, sweat drips down his body as his hands grip her waist. From the look on his face, and the moans the girl is letting out, the sex is pretty good.
Oh yeah, I've got to get to the bathroom stat. My mind is telling me to move, but my legs won't budge. Why not? I'm rooted in this spot, stuck here forever. Andreas looks up and catches me in the hall. At first, I think he's going to stop, tell me to get on, and shut the door, but he does the opposite. Instead, he arches the girl back more and rams into her like a truck into a building. The girl moans more and more, but I don't think he's focused on her, just on the weird girl trying to cower into herself.
"You like that?" He groans, but I know he isn't saying these words to her. His eyes are planted on mine, they move to my breast, which is sadly on full display. This particular tank top makes my chest look huge, bigger than what you would think, he bites his lip at this.
"Yeah Chen, I like it rough." My breath warms up in my throat.
"Bad girl." He smacks her ass. Those black eyes are still on me, still on my chest. He goes even harder if that's possible. I wonder if he's hurting her, will she be sore? I know something that's going to be hurting, her back. It's so bent, that can't be normal or comfortable.
In the words of that British chick, "She's going to need a chiropractor after this."
"You're going to make me come." He groans still fixed on me. His face starts to turn a shade of red, hands become clamped as his eyes turn darker.
He mouthed to me, "Fuck, Elizabeth." I gasp, clamping my hand over my mouth. This is real, not a sick, erotic figment of my imagination.
I start to breathe more heavenly; my mind is in a frenzy. He's fucking her, but coming to me. As his breath increases so do mines. I bite my lip, am I getting turned on from this? You bet your ass I am. It's not every day that a guy bangs another girl as he's coming to you.
"Come inside of me, baby." The girl says. His face squishes up as he groans and thrusts whatever he has left inside of her.
"God, that felt so fucking good. You're so fucking hot." He murmurs.
I don't wait for anything else to happen, I run to my room in a hurry and slam the door, not caring if they know I'm here or not. My body tucks under the covers, and I cave into myself.
What did I just witness?
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