Who Watches the Watcher?

Samantha pulled the covers tightly over her head, trying to block out the sound coming from across the room. She could see nothing in the dark, but the pitch-blackness seemed to make her hearing painfully acute. The light, furtive squeaking of bed springs seemed deafening, filling her mind with images of soft skin and sweaty sheets. Occasionally a stifled gasp or faint moan would make heat rise from her chest up her neck, and she knew her face would be turning red.

It wasn't that she didn't like the sounds she was hearing - the problem was that she did like them. She liked them a little too much, and it was frustrating (and a little scary) to lie there at night feeling like she was on fire ("Horny," the word floated into her mind. "I am so horny," she thought, and it made her even hotter to think such a thing) and not being able to do much about it.

The sounds were being made by her roommate, Laura, and Laura's boyfriend, David. In two semesters of living together, Laura and Samantha had become the best of friends, and Samantha didn't mind if Dave spent the night once in a while. Sometimes, though, Laura and Dave wouldn't just sleep...their surreptitious love-making wasn't quite quiet enough, and their sounds made Sam's blood flow hot. She'd taken to wriggling out of her panties after getting into bed on nights when Dave was around, so she could more easily touch herself when things got too hot.

Tonight her panties were tangled around one ankle, and her small t-shirt was bunched up above her breasts. Lying on her back, she had one hand clutching the blankets around her neck, while the other cupped one of her round breasts, stroking the nipple in time with the squeaks from across the room.

Suddenly, Laura cried out, cutting the yelp of pleasure off a little too late. Sam could hear the springs squeaking louder and faster as the lovers' pace picked up. She bit her lip and pressed her hand down between her legs, cupping her softly furred mound tightly and squeezing her thighs together on the caressing hand. She could feel the moist lips of her pussy, and she pressed a finger between them, working it in and around to coat it with her juices. She started rubbing her slippery wet finger back and forth across her clit, in time with the thrustings evident from across the room. She thought she might be able to come at the same time as Laura and Dave tonight.

Soon, however, Sam became lost in her own world of barely conscious desires and half-formed fantasies. Images of Dave's body above her, thrusting into her; of Laura's soft breasts under her fingers; of her high school boyfriend's cock throbbing and squirting into her mouth; of being taken from behind by her brother's best friend; of anonymous bodies and naked skin, hot fluids and slippery fingers. Some events that had happened, some that had never happened, or almost happened, or that she hoped might someday happen.

She didn't notice Dave's increasing groans, his muffled, "I'm gonna come..." Laura's final gasp of pleasure, or the sharp squeaks of the bed as Dave pounded into Laura just before he came. She missed Laura's directive, "On my tits," as they climaxed, nor did the ensuing silence draw her attention from her clit.

Sam was rubbing hard at her pussy, nearing orgasm, and Dave and Laura noticed her heavy breathing, her movements under the blanket. Then Sam made a small, involuntary gasp and brought her self enough back to reality to realize that it was too quiet. She slowed, then stopped her movements when she heard whispering from across the room.

"Sam, are you awake?" Laura asked. Sam froze, mortified. She held her breath and didn't move at all, hoping to fake them into thinking she had been sound asleep the whole time.

"Samantha, I know you're awake." Sam heard the bed creak as Laura rose up, looking at her. There was a long pause, still Sam didn't dare speak.

"Were you listening to us?" Laura's voice had a playful lilt. "It's ok, you know. We don't mind." Sam heard Dave chuckle.

"Um, not....not really," Sam mumbled.

"Sure you were, you were getting off along with us, weren't you?" Sam was often embarrassed by her roommate's forwardness.

She heard a faint whisper, then Dave said, "You caught us Sam...we were trying to be quiet."

Sam sat up slowly, keeping the blankets clutched to her neck to cover her mostly naked body. She looked across the room at the bed where the two lovers lay. A streetlight shone through the window directly on Laura, who was sitting up, smiling, the blanket only covering her lower body. In the bluish light, Sam could see Laura's breasts glistening with the sperm that was splattered across them. Sam had been so close to orgasm, and her heat had not abated - Laura's wantoness sent a new surge of hot blood coursing through her body

"Well," Samantha smiled, "so was I." Laura and Dave laughed softly.

"Sam, if you wanted to watch, why didn't you just say so?!" Laura exclaimed with mock outrage. She turned and leaned over to turn on the light by the side of her bed. A soft yellow glow illuminated the room.

Sam, of course, was shocked that Laura was being this brazen. Samantha was no wallflower, but her sexuality was more subdued. She never talked dirty, wasn't too aggressive, hadn't done any outrageous positions, nor anything remotely "kinky." Such as watching her roommate and her roommate's boyfriend fuck.

"Have you been listening to us all those other times?" asked Laura, for once looking mildly concerned.

Sam couldn't help but grin at her roommate's discomfort, nodding and holding back nervous giggles. Dave seemed a bit perturbed as well. "Man, I was sure we waited until you were asleep!" he said.

Samantha's building tension finally burst forth as laughter, her hand covering her mouth quickly to muffle the sound. "I would pretend I was asleep so you'd think I was," she said.

"Oh my god!" Laura exclaimed, jaw dropped. "All this time we thought you were Little Miss Innocent...you're a dirty little girl!" All three of them were laughing now, Samantha's face reddening. "Do you play with yourself every time you listen to us, too?"


Now Samantha's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could stop herself, she was nodding and laughing some more. When they had finally calmed down, she caught her breath, looked at Laura and Dave very seriously, and said, "Why else would I stay awake to listen?"

Laura just gazed across the room at her friend for a moment, and Dave said, "Sam, don't take this the wrong way, but it's sort of a turn-on to think that you were watching, er...listening to us those times."

Samantha wondered what the "wrong" way to take that was, but she just nodded, because she knew just what he meant about being turned-on.

"Yeah," said Laura, her voice husky now, a sudden nervous adrenaline surge taking hold of her. "Actually, I'm really turned on right now." As she spoke, she absentmindedly ran her fingers through the come on her breasts, moving her palm across her nipples.

A weighty silence filled the room, broken only by the breathing of three extremely aroused people. Then Sam noticed that Laura was stroking Dave beneath the blanket.

"I want you to watch us," said Laura, her eyes on Samantha but her quavering voice betraying her nervousness.

Samantha sat transfixed, not moving or speaking, blankets still wrapped tightly around her. Dave looked at her and gave a funny half smile, as if to say, "Who am I to say no?" Sam smiled back, but then her attention was drawn to Laura's actions.

Laura had turned to face Dave, her hand more vigorously stroking his cock beneath the blanket now, no pretense of hiding it. Then she pulled the blanket aside, hesitated for a second, looking down at Dave's cock filling her hand, and she practically lunged down and took him into her mouth. Dave and Samantha both gasped.

Laura held nothing back, bobbing her head up and down, coating Dave's dick with her saliva, pumping him with her hand, sucking and slurping as her blonde hair, tied back, bounced around furiously. She was giving a performance, partly for Sam, partly for herself, letting lust and enthusiasm consume her so she wouldn't dwell too long on the outrageous thing she was doing.

As she watched, Samantha became aware that her panties were still around her ankle, her pussy still moist. One hand snaked down her firm body to gently caress her clitoris.

Dave was starting to make rapid "Oh god" sounds when Laura pulled up, still gripping his cock. She looked at him and then at Samantha, her eyes full of lust, and she practically growled, "Fuck, this is hot." Samantha merely nodded, smirking, her hand moving a bit more boldly now beneath her blanket.

Laura made Dave sit on the bed with his back to the wall, facing Sam, and then she turned and positioned herself over him. It was tricky on the narrow dorm bed, the old springs squawking, but she finally managed to get herself facing Sam as well, her back to Dave and the head of his cock nestled in the blonde fur between her legs. She looked at Sam and noticed that she was touching herself. "Hey girlfriend, this isn't a free show. Off with that blanket!"

A thousand thoughts and feeling crashed through Samantha's young mind in a fraction of a second. Fear, nervousness, anxiety about her body (she needn't have worried) mixed with excitement, sheer horniness, and most of all, a promise that she had made to herself a year before. She had gone away to college with freedom foremost on her mind. So she had told herself that she would be assertive and uninhibited, that she would experience life and not be afraid to try new things.

At the moment of course, none of it seemed that intellectual. It was just a crystalline opportunity to do something crazy, and she took it. With a hearty, "Mmmmmmm," she threw the blanket aside and exposed herself to Laura and Dave.

Laura was already on edge from her previous fuck and the building sexual heat, and the sight of her previously modest roommate's wantoness set her off as she finally slid herself down Dave's cock. She was gasping and crying ,"Oh, oh, oh" while her back arched and she reached back to grab a handful of Dave's hair, her eyes momentarily closed. Her hips were bucking rapidly, making short strokes up and down Dave's length. Samantha watched in awe, her t-shirt pushed above her pert breasts, nipples erect, panties lost in the sheets, right hand parting her slit with slow strokes.

Laura finally came down with one last, long, "Ooooohhhh." Dave was laughing softly. She opened her legs wide so Samantha could see, got leverage on the wall with her hand and started riding Dave, sliding her pussy up his entire cock before easing back down. Sam's eyes were glued to their naked bodies, her fingers working her clit more firmly and quickly now, the other hand alternately clutching her breast tightly or rapidly flicking across her nipple, barely touching it.

Suddenly, Dave grabbed Laura's hips, leaned forward and lowered her to the floor. Without ever withdrawing from her, he was now fucking her from behind on the floor beside Samantha's bed. Laura started laughing..."Oh, you think you're a porn star now, huh stud?" When their brief laughter died down, all inhibitions had faded. Laura and Dave were fucking wildly, she humping her hips back at him, both of them grunting and panting. Laura looked openly at Samantha's naked body.

Sam, only a few feet away on her bed, was reclined with her legs splayed wide, knees pulled back. Her left hand reached below her left leg, two fingers pushing into her pink pussy. With her other hand, she worked furiously at her clit, her hand almost a blur as she neared orgasm. Her mouth hung open, inarticulate gasps and sounds of pleasure coming from her involuntarily. Her shoulder-length brunette hair, normally pushed behind her ears, was falling across her flushed face, damp with sweat.

When, between gasps, she announced matter-of-factly, "I'm gonna come...I'm coming," Dave reached his limit, withdrawing from Laura as his pent-up passion erupted in long, thick spurts, splashing into Laura's hair before he aimed down and drenched her ass and pussy-lips with semen. Samantha writhed and cried out with the intensity of her orgasm, her toes curling and uncurling in the air.

For ten minutes they all lay where they fell, breathing heavily, their bodies sweating in the warm night air. Voices and giggles could be heard in the dorm hall outside. All three of them were smiling.

Finally, Sam began to feel a bit immodest, lying there with her legs spread, her pussy still clearly wet. She pulled the blanket back over herself. Laura sat up beside the bed, leaning on the edge with her elbows. She brushed stray blonde hair from her eyes and smiled down at Samantha. "Thanks sweetheart," she whispered. Samantha smiled and mouthed, "You're welcome." They hugged for a moment before Laura and Dave got up to towel themselves off and go to bed.

All three slept like logs for the rest of the night.