Peeping Roommate

The party was a rush of fun,
Feeling confident, guys checking me out,
Though I only kissed a few,
It made me shiver when he reached up my shirt.

Next time, I'll drink more, let loose,
My shyness holds me back,
But after I got home that night,
The real event began.

Playing with myself, thinking of the guys,
Fantasizing about what could have happened,
When suddenly the door opened,
And in came Neha with a guy.

They were both drunk and didn't notice me,
As they started kissing and undressing,
I watched, hidden under my blanket,
As he squeezed her huge breasts.

I mimicked his movements with my own,
Jealous of the pleasure she was feeling,
As he started on her pussy,
She moaned and gasped, yelling his name.

I couldn't resist, playing with myself,
Trying not to make a sound,
As they fucked, making squishy noises,
And my mind drifted into a fantasy.

In my head, we were all fucking,
Watching each other, the room filled with sex,
And as her lover bent Neha in half,
I was overcome with frustration and pleasure.

I came so hard, my legs quivering,
As they continued to fuck three more times,
Like watching a porno movie,
But hotter, with that musky, sweaty scent of sex.

Pheromones, I guess.