Big thank you to Kenjisato for editing this for me!
Chris pumped his cock hard, as his eyes stayed fixed on the porn-laden monitor of his on-desk computer. He wore headphones, so the only sound emanating from his room was a faint tapping of his hand against the base of his thick staff. His thrusts were firm and rapid, as his orgasm began to build.
Hannah opened the door to her apartment and stepped inside. Chucking her keys in the bowl with Chris's, she made her way to the bedroom. She had been planning on visiting family this weekend, but life got in the way, so here she was, back at her and Chris's apartment. She walked past her roommate's door to get to her own, but seeing the light through the slightly-cracked-open door, she went in to greet him. "Hi Chris," she said, as the door swung open and she removed her earphones.
"Woah--" he exclaimed, turning his monitor off with one hand and making a futile attempt to conceal his erect member with the other. "Shit, err--"
"What the fuck Chris? Why would you jerk off with the door open like that?" Her tone was one of disgust, but her face told a different story, as Hannah gazed at her roommate's cock. Chris pulled up the pants that were previously around his ankles, clumsily putting on his belt, as he explained that he thought she wouldn't be there for a few days. Finally redressed, he looked back at Hannah, her middle-length brown hair had been dyed blue at the ends, her eyes glaring back at him. "Whatever. Just close your door next time," she demanded, before leaving the scene.
Chris had only been living there for a fortnight, and as the first time either of them had lived away from their parents, they were naturally taking a while to adjust. Arguments could sprout over even the most insignificant shit: where to keep the cereal? Should shoes be worn inside? Which way should the toilet roll hang? (that debate got especially heated.) Knowing this, Hannah thought it best to make amends quickly, in the hopes to avoid further awkwardness. She knocked twice on the door and waited for his response before entering. Chris was now on his bed, reading a book.
"Hey, about earlier, look I don't want there to be any embarrassment or anything, but obviously neither of us are gonna stop masturbating. So I thought we could use these." She threw down a small piece of card labelled do not disturb. "I thought, whenever either of us needed a wank, or if either of us brought someone back here, we could just put up the sign on our door and say no more about it."
Chris considered his roommate's proposition for a while, before presenting a hand to shake, "All right. Deal."
Their system, although slightly strange, worked well. They would often come home, see the sign up and know not to bother their roommate. However, their new policy did have a small side effect. Now, either person would know whenever their roommate was masturbating. This wouldn't have been a problem, if it wasn't for the fact that both people found themselves fantasising about what was happening behind the other's door.
One time in particular, Hannah was leaving the shower, a towel wrapped around her body, when the door to her left opened suddenly. She was immediately startled by the sight of her roommate in just his boxers, moving to place the sign on his door. Without a word, he placed the sign and slammed the door again, but not fast enough for Hannah not to see the bulging erection that stretched the fabric of his underwear.
Potently aware of the man masturbating just five feet away, Hannah dashed into her room to do this same. The feeling of both of them wanking at the same time excited her, and she wanted him to know too, so she became purposefully vocal, knowing that his head was just on the other side of the wall, and hoping he could absolutely hear her. Her hopes were confirmed when she realised his groaning was increasing in volume too, as if in reply to her. Eventually, Hannah was able to identify the sounds of a man nearing orgasm, and sure enough, he let out a loud grunt before going silent. The image of cum shooting out of his cock sent her over the edge, as she reached her overly-loud climax.
From then on, both parties became more open about their habits. Sometimes, they would be watching TV, and Hannah would straight up leave the room exclaiming that she was horny. Both parties knew when the other were masturbating, but neither knew that the other was almost always thinking of them as they did. They both wanted more. They both needed more. But they both maintained the façade that they had no feelings for one another; things could get complicated very quickly.
Needing a distraction from her undeniable attraction to her roommate, Hannah had done the responsible thing: getting drunk and fucking some random stranger. Stumbling into the bedroom, the two of them toppled onto the bed ripping one another's clothes off. He was already rock hard, his cock standing at an impressive length as he rolled on a condom. Hannah lay down on the bed, smiling back up at him. He crawled on top of her, aligning his cock with her opening, before powerfully thrusting in.
The initial wave of pleasure coursing through Hannah's body subsided when she was subject to her lover's somewhat pathetic thrusting. 'Ugh. Has has this guy never heard of foreplay?' She thought to himself. 'Dan's cock is huge, why is this so disappointing?' Her inner monologue went on as he slowly humped her. 'Wait. Is his name Dan? No. Drew. No, it wasn't that either. Uhhhh. Oh yeah: Dave.' In an attempt to make her experience better, she pushed Dave down, manoeuvring herself on top of him to ride him.
Now that she was in control, thoughts of disappointment left her body as she rapidly thrust herself down on his cock, filling herself over and over again. In fact, all thoughts left her body, her brain simply swarming with bliss as she impaled herself on him.
Chris knew what was happening in the room next to him. His brain was a curious cocktail of jealousy and arousal, as he imagined some random stranger having the chance that he could--and had--only have dreamt of. He envisioned her beautiful tits swaying side to side, as she rode his cock, moaning like she moaned now. Her blue hair would bounce slightly with each thrust, she'd stare back at him with those hazel eyes he could get lost in. He would make her cum, bring her to an orgasm, that put all the others he had heard her have to shame. He now masturbated furiously with his eyes closed, the glorious scene playing out in his mind's eye.
Unfortunately, the mental film he was watching was interrupted by the stranger's increasing groans--culminating in one loud 'Hannah!' as he presumably reached orgasm inside of her.
'Uhh, what?' Hannah thought to herself. 'You can't be serious? That was like thirty seconds. Are you kidding me?' She dismounted his quickly-softening member, as he panted loudly. A few minutes past as she collected her thoughts, trying to find the words to express her lack of sexual satisfaction, without offending him. However, she soon heard Dave snoring next to her. 'For fucks sake,' she thought to herself. And so, completely unsatisfied and sexually frustrated, she went to sleep.
When she woke up, Dave was gone, with a note left behind that read 'call me'. Followed by a winky face and a phone number. Fuck that guy.
"So, you and that guy, are you two serious?" asked Chris, who watched as Hannah filled the kettle in her nightie.
"No. I barely knew him. Not that it's any of your fucking business."
Realising the bad mood she was in, Chris decided it was best she be left alone for a while.
For another week or so, the roommates barely talked. They greeted each other occasionally, but nothing more than light small talk. One day, Chris received a package while Hannah was out. It wasn't labelled, and he knew better than to open it without her consent, but from the light buzz he heard coming from her room the subsequent few nights, he could easily surmise what it was.
Hannah turned on the vibrator and began to use it. Lying on the bed, she touched the toy against her clit, swarming her with pleasure--perhaps she had finally found the solution to her problem. Finally, she would get the satisfaction she wanted. Finally, she--
"Oh yeah. Oh yeah! Oh my god, Chris you are amazing!" came a feminine voice from the other room.
Chris continued to eat Abigail's pussy, his tongue carefully massaging her clit as his hands grabbed at her ass. He'd met Abigail just a few hours prior at a bar, and after hitting it off with her, had decided to take her back to the apartment. This wasn't like him at all, to sleep with a girl he'd only just met, but he needed a distraction from the situation with Hannah, and what a distraction she was. She leant back on her elbows, her hands running through his hair as she watched him work his magic.
It was merely seconds, before her body was shaken by a powerful orgasm. She screamed his name, as the pleasure rippled through her, cumming violently. She collapsed back, watching as Chris climbed up on top of her.
He examined her body: pussy now soaking wet, with a neatly-trimmed, lightish-brown bush; nipples standing tall on her small but perky breasts; her mouth wide open as she gasped for breath; her hair somewhere in between blonde and brunette; her skin incredibly pale. She wore nothing but a nose ring, her clothes spread out across the bedroom floor. He positioned his cock--now equipped with a condom--and without any resistance, slid it into her opening.
