Awake again. Amy looked over at the fuzzy, half-inch high green numbers of her alarm clock. Three forty five, am. Lying on her back, looking at the ceiling, she tried to fall back asleep. She couldn't. This sort of thing drove her crazy -- she had class in the morning (an eight thirty lecture, which she hated). Her roommate had to be the most inconsiderate bitch ever. And yet somehow, Amy lacked the heart, or the nerve, to interrupt them.
Lying in her top bunk, Amy began to listen more closely now to the noise that had wakened her. In the bed below her, her roommate, Emily, was moaning softly. Glancing to her left, Amy could just make out the twin piles of clothing in the middle of the floor. And Emily's bra was clearly visible, draped across the back of her chair. Dan's pants, and a t-shirt were spread in a trail leading from the door of the room to the bed beneath her.
Dan and Emily had been dating almost two months now; they had been waking Amy at least one or two nights a week for a little less than a month or so. Once Emily had decided she was ready, she had hardly looked back. She and Dan slept together in her bed almost every night, although to Amy, it certainly seemed like they were getting less and less sleep as time went on.
As annoyed as she was, Amy was starting to lose interest in the various plans for revenge that were running through her mind. Emily's moans were getting shorter, and louder now, and Amy's attention was focused squarely on the sex her roommate was having below. The entire frame of their bunk beds was rocking gently now, and Amy could hear Dan's low grunts as the two of them began to speed their pace. It won't be long now, Amy thought to herself as she listed to Emily, now clearly audible and whimpering. Suddenly, a low groan, which built into something that was almost a shout, sounded from the bed beneath her. Emily, now mumbling "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," under her breath, was joined by Dan, who's loud, "uggghh fuck," punctuated his thrusts, just as he began to cum. The smack of Dan's thighs against Emily's ass cheeks carried through the air and through Amy like an electric current.
Amy could just picture the two of them, fucking and kissing below. Emily and Dan, two of her good friends, were treating Amy to a show, albeit only an audible, and not a visual one. Amy started to fill in the details for herself from memory.
After living with Emily for the better part of a year now, Amy knew her roommate's body pretty well. There are only so many times that you can see someone naked before the image begins to get lodged in your mind. Not to mention that Emily was a fairly attractive girl anyway, which made it easier. Emily had big breasts and wore a 36C bra. She had a big ass, too, although it seemed to suit her figure well. Her blonde hair was almost always up in a pony tail, and her face was nearly always tastefully and sparingly made up. Picturing Emily nude, Amy could just imagine her, tits swinging as Dan fucked her from behind, face screwed up as her orgasm built.
Amy couldn't help herself, and she plunged her fingers between her thighs, furiously touching herself. Discovering to her delight that she was already slippery, Amy slid first one finger, and then two inside herself. Working quickly, and in time with Dan's thrusts, Amy began to fuck herself in earnest. Rolling onto her side, Amy slid an already slippery finger into her asshole, and working now with two hands, began to finger herself quickly and firmly in both holes.
Dan and Emily's groans were just subsiding as the first wave overtook Amy. Above the two spent lovers, Amy's orgasm rocked her back onto her back, arching her back and thrusting her hips into the air. Biting down hard, Amy fought to stay quiet as she came.
Collapsing onto her bed again, now beginning to wonder if Dan and Emily might somehow have heard, Amy tried to compose herself again. Glancing again at the clock, Amy quickly rolled over and tried to relax her tensed muscles and racing heart. Class in less than four hours. Fucking A. Something has to give, Amy mused.
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The next night, Amy was out late at a party. Coming home slightly drunk, Amy found the door of her dorm room locked. Fumbling for her keys, and then trying to get them into the lock, Amy made enough noise she thought, that she would have woken anyone sleeping inside. But instead of finding that her inadvertent revenge had been a success, Amy discovered upon entering, that her room was empty. Amy climbed into bed, tipsy and sleepy. She fell fast asleep almost right away.
Amy woke up later on. It was still dark, and she was still sort of drunk. She listened, but it was quiet. She began to wonder why she was awake. And that's when she felt it again -- a hand sliding gently along her arm. Her first reaction was to panic, to jump up, to scream. But for some reason, she found she couldn't.
Opening one eye ever so slightly, Amy saw Dan, standing next to her bed, stark naked, and illuminated softly by the desk lamp on the table beside her. Amy was confused, but intrigued. Following Dan's eyes, she realized he was looking at her body, still wrapped in her bed sheet. She felt his hand again, and this time, realized what he was after. Her right arm, which he was gently stroking, was draped across her breasts as she slept. Dan was doggedly but gently trying to move her arm! Amy was unsure of what to do, wondering where Emily might be, and what Dan might really be up to. Amy felt light headed, her heart raced, and she remembered the previous night. Amy relaxed and shifted her weight imperceptibly, allowing Dan to move her arm.
Amy's breasts were soft and full. Her room, at the end of the hall in her dorm, was affectionately known by the boys on her floor, as boob central. If Emily's tits were big, Amy's were huge. There wasn't a guy she knew who wasn't at least curious about what it would be like to see them, let alone touch them. Dan, Amy realized, was no exception. He reached out and gently began to tug at the bedsheet, which was wrapped around Amy's shoulders. Pulling it down revealed Amy's tank top-clad torso. Another obstacle for greedy eyes and greedier hands.
