Through the door, the sounds of two bodies slapping together atop a less-than-optimal dorm room bed were soft yet unmistakable. I hesitated, not sure if I really wanted to enter my own dorm room, because I knew that if I was hearing those sounds, it was because Thom was visiting, and even though I was part of the relationship, I was essentially an outsider, for Thom and Bri were the core, the longtime lovers who happened to be separated by three hours of driving.
Still, after having finished my classes for the week, I just wanted to dump the heavy textbooks in the closet. As slowly and as quietly as I could, I slid my key into the lock, not wanting to disturb them unless absolutely necessary, for I knew that they would truly want to enjoy these intimate moments together.
The slapping sounds stopped, but I could still hear the springs protesting, and I guessed that Thom was fully embedded within my roommate's wet body, grinding against her clitoris. I remembered how he had done that with me several weeks earlier, during his previous visit, and how that combined with his deep penetration and Bri's manipulation of my tight nipples had tipped me over the edge, plunging me into an intense climax which left me dizzy and almost unable to breathe, my body clutching Thom's erection fiercely and forcing him to shoot wildly inside me...
I had just started to open the door slowly when Bri's cry reached my ears, and I quickly yet quietly closed the door again. My roommate wailed her pleasure, and I was thankful that there was no one else in the corridor to see how I blushed instantly and heavily. I loved to witness Bri in orgasm, especially when I could hold her close and essentially share her moment of bliss. But this time, a door separated me from her, and I could only listen to her as she announced her pleasure.
Carefully, quietly, slowly, I removed the key from the lock and headed toward the third-floor lounge area. At least I could sit there and read through the campus magazine which had been released that afternoon. But I was still close enough to my own dorm room that I could faintly hear the resumption of the steady, near-rhythmic protests of the springs.
I was wet. My body sympathized with Bri's current position. Within my bra, my nipples were hardening. Behind the words on the pages of the magazine, I could easily picture the scene in my dorm room as if I was sitting on my own bed, watching as Bri lay on her back, her legs locked around Thom's thighs as he speared her body again and again, his forearms bracing him above her with his hands cradling her red-maned head so they could look deep into each other's eyes as Bri once again gave her body to him, her hands pulling him into her with even greater force...
Where I sat, the curtains beside me were open, across the lounge were the stairs to the second and fourth floors, and I could easily be seen from almost any point in the East Wing corridor. I could not masturbate. I could not touch myself. The best I could do was try to subtly rub my thighs together, but I knew that it would not be nearly enough, that once I started doing that, I would need to openly masturbate... and then would likely be caught.