Moonlight streamed in through a gap in the curtains. A hastily muffled giggle woke Shona from her sleep. Turning round as quietly as she could, she opened her eyes and glanced over to the far side of the room. Straining her eyes against a darkness only dimly penetrated by the light coming in through the window, Shona was just able to make out the shape of not one, but two people occupying her roommate's bed. Once again, Jane had managed to smuggle someone into their dorm. Shona smiled. She'd done the same thing often enough herself.
Fleetingly, as she watched the two figures, one on top of the other, their bodies moving together under the quilt, Shona wondered if she should alert them to the fact that their passion had woken her in the hope that they would invite her to join in. It wouldn't be the first time that the two 18 year old head girls of St. Mary's Sixth Form College had ended up sharing a lover. Realising she was getting turned on watching her friend being on the receiving end of a good fuck, she decided to watch in silence.
As her eyes became accustomed to the near darkness Shona was able pick out more detail. Shona had expected that Jane's 'guest' would be her boyfriend, Matt. She had to stifle a gasp of surprise when she realised that it wasn't. The 'guest' who was screwing her roommate was one of Matt's best friends, the captain of the neighbouring St. Mark's Boys Sixth Form College rugby team, Phil Ross.
It wasn't the fact that Jane was fucking someone other than her boyfriend that shocked Shona, there was nothing new in that and Shona was no more faithful to her own boyfriend, Craig, than Jane was with Matt. What surprised Shona was that just four nights ago, while Jane was in Matt's dorm enjoying an extended celebration of her birthday, Phil had been here, in this very room, doing to her what he was now doing to Jane. At least she hadn't had to keep quiet. Jane was usually very vocal during sex and the fact that she was having to bottle up her passion, trying desperately not to wake her friend as Phil fucked her senseless must have been tearing her up inside. Shona smiled wickedly to herself.
Even from the other side of the room, Shona could hear the soft, squelching sound of her friend's cunt being speared, over and over again by Phil's cock. Her mind drifted back to Friday night and she could almost feel Phil above her, pinning her to the bed as, thrusting hard, he drove his generously proportioned cock repeatedly into her eager cunt.
Shona's pussy throbbed. Her mind filled with images of lust filled passion as her fingers worked their way up the inside of her thighs towards her mound. She bit her lip to hold back a moan as her fingers slipped between the hot, wet folds of her pussy. Pressing them against the entrance, they slid easily into her cunt. Reaching up under her night-shirt with her free hand, Shona began to caress her firm, young breasts as she slowly finger fucked herself with the other.
Feeling a warm glow spread over her as she twisted her fingers inside her cunt and pressed her clit with her thumb, Shona stole another glance over at Jane's bed. The covers had fallen away. Jane was lying on her front, her legs spread wide. Phil was above her, thrusting his cock into her from behind with powerful surges of his hips. Jane's face was a mask of pleasure, overlain with the slightest touch of pain. Her face told Shona, more plainly than words, that Phil's cock, just as it had been on Friday night with her, was now being buried deep in Jane's arse.
Jane was moaning softly as Phil plunged his cock into her back passage. Playing with her nipples underneath her night-shirt, Shona forced a third finger into her cunt. The forcibly muted grunts and moans from the other side of the room fuelled her arousal. "Mmmm," she sighed quietly as the walls of her cunt contracted around her fingers, gripping them tight as she drove them deep inside.
Jane had raised herself onto all fours. Supporting herself with one hand, the other was between her legs, stroking her clit as Phil impaled her arse with his dick. Shona could here the sound of his balls slapping against her friend's enflamed pussy and Jane's hoarse whispers urging him on.
In her mind, Shona's fingers had become a cock that was fucking her relentlessly towards her climax. Whether the cock belonged to Phil, her boyfriend, Craig, or somebody else she didn't care. Keeping a steady pressure on her throbbing clit with her thumb, Shona's breathing deepened. As her pulse quickened she had to fight the urge to writhe with pleasure, desperate not to alert the oblivious Phil and Jane to her presence.
Jane's moans began to increase in volume, adding to Shona's arousal. Phil's breathing was becoming increasingly laboured. The pressure within Shona mounted as she struggled to deny her body the release it craved.
With a muffled "Oooh!" of pleasure, Jane fell forward onto the bed. Phil collapsed on top of her, his hips still thrusting of their own volition. Shona drove her fingers deep into her cunt, biting her lip to prevent the lust fuelled moan that would have betrayed her. She wanted to cry out but couldn't. Her back started to arch and she forced herself to remain still as her orgasm washed over her. Her restraint made the sensations even more painfully intense, bringing tears to her eyes as powerful contractions spread from her womb to engulf her.
Time passed as Shona let her body relax. She sensed rather than saw Phil rise from Jane's bed and begin to pull on his clothes. Still feigning sleep, she watched as he quietly made his way to the window. Stealthily pulling it open, Phil climbed onto the sill and eased himself out through the gap onto the ledge outside. Moments later, Jane rose and walked, naked, across the room to the window.
Shona stole a glance at her roommate, her body illuminated in the moonlight as she reached out to close the window. It was a body that Shona knew well, having explored every inch of it lovingly with her fingers and tongue on many occasions. As Jane pulled the curtains closed and turned to make her way back to bed, Shona opened her eyes fully and smiled. "Mmmm," she purred, "I enjoyed that."
Jane froze as Shona sat up and stretched. "Y... you were awake?" she stammered in surprise.
"Uh huh," said Shona, "and I watched everything. He's pretty good isn't he? Phil, I mean."
