The afternoon was bright and green as I walked back to my apartment, and I was looking forward to relaxing there for the rest of this lazy spring day. I opened the door (usually unlocked), took off my shoes, put my backpack down and turned into the hallway toward our room -- and found Jessica standing outside the closed door.
Huh, that's weird. What's she doing here?
Jessica wasn't really a friend of me and my roommate. She was a close friend of my roommate's girlfriend. Those two, Kyle and Jamie, were in that first couple months where a relationship blazes and they were spending a lot of time together. Jessica often accompanied Jamie when she hung around her boyfriend's apartment. I often joined too because I lived there. Together we often went out for a bite to eat or had some night out on the town. Kyle and I understood: Jamie didn't want to completely ditch her good friend just because of some new guy; I probably tagged along because Kyle and I had the same reason.
Jessica was really attractive. And Jessica
knew
that she was really attractive. Hell, she and I were actually in one of the same clubs on campus, and I know from talking to the other guys that we all understood that she was very attractive. You would think that, what with the club meetings and being part of a four person hangout, I would have had enough time to strike up at least a friendly relationship with her, or at least comfortable banter. Sadly, no. I found Jessica to be really haughty. When we hung out, the three of us -- Kyle, Jamie, and I -- were loose and jovial. Jessica was there, but with an attitude like she was too good for us, often rolling her eyes and putting on this proud demeanor. She was far from mean, but she was distant and interacted mainly with Jamie. Kyle and I never could figure out why she didn't warm to us, or why she even bothered coming around if she was only tolerating us and seemed to be having only marginal fun. She certainly got a lot of attention from other guys and could have her pick of dates. I totally expected a day when even her friendship with Jamie wasn't enough to make her stick about. I wasn't going to be sad about that, even though I really had nothing against her. I didn't even know her well enough to have anything to dislike! But since she made it clear I wasn't worthy enough to be cordial to even in a small knit group (and she and I were the third wheel's!), I considered her a bit of a killjoy and stopped trying to engage her, either in small hangouts or when we were in larger club meetings.
She's made it clear to me that she's outta my -- friendship or romantic or any other -- league.
Ok, so now she's in the apartment, not extra-ordinary, but why's she standing outside a closed door? Jamie and Kyle should be around somewhere, shouldn't they? Why else would this girl come over to a place she's dismissive of? I want to stay unseen and maybe watch what's up, but Jessica has already noticed me coming. She gives a little start. She looks uncertain for a moment, then puts her head down, averts meeting my eyes, and walks toward me. Whatever is going on, she's extremely embarrassed and is trying to leave the apartment quickly, but she's got to pass me in the hallway to do it.
As she comes toward me though, I hear something, "AaaAAAaaahhh." A lovely, lusty moan coming from behind the door. "AAhh, oh oh oh," it continues. It's Jamie's voice, and she is breathing heavily on top of it. Through the door I can hear Kyle thrusting, and her eager, happy response.
So that's what Jessica is doing.
Well, great! Jamie's moans are lovely to listen to. They have great timbre and rhythm, and as her pleasure grows the moans get louder and more unchecked, more primal; until that moment when she loses control. It's the absolute best sound. I wouldn't mind listening more. It's clear here that Jessica likes hearing it too. And why can't we both do it? As long as we don't disturb the couple and they are unaware we are listening in, we should all be able to enjoy ourselves.
I stick out my arm, stopping Jessica's exit. Her eyes flit up in surprise and then turn to meet mine. I stare straight at her, my expression conveying that this is nothing to be embarrassed about. She stops, confused by my reaction, and unsure what happens now. So I, slowly, give her a signal by taking my other arm, forming the "shh" signal with my fingers and put it to my lips. Our eyes stay locked.
"ah aahh aaaaaahhhh......OH!" Jamie sighs gently, and then squeals sharply, as if something physical suddenly changed. I can imagine that something very hard is slipping deeper into her.
This is too good to pass up. Giving Jessica my gentlest look, I take the arm blocking her way and lower it slowly, so slowly, toward her waist. A surprised and slightly concerned look appears, but she heeds the "shh" hand still up to my face and stays quiet. My arm gradually reaches her waist and I place my hand firmly on her right midriff. She passively accepts it. Our eyes are still locked.
I begin to move. With the lightest of steps, I make my way toward my door. My arm curls around Jessica's waist and the hand there gently urges her to turn around. As I awkwardly sidestep around her in the narrow hallway, our height difference means she has to turn her head upward to continue meeting my gaze. Looking down at her while she glares up at me with big eyes, I think, "Jesus, Jessica is
beautiful
." Her eyes are almond shaped and the eyelashes curl upward delicately. Her skin is smooth and burns with a healthy youthful glow. A girl like this, it seems only healthy to let her indulge a little bit in listening to some sex.
My hand begins to nudge her gently to follow me. She doesn't move. Her eyes don't betray any sign of a problem -- they remain as impassive as ever -- but her body is stiff and unyielding. We stand like that for a moment, her still reluctant, and I wonder how to be more persuasive. But matters are solved for me when, through the door, Jamie's moans grow even more insistent.
"Yes," as now slapping sounds are clear, "Oh yes! Oh yes"
Jessica gives me a stern look...and then takes a step toward me. Then another. My hand stays in contact with her waist. I take another step toward the door, my hand urging her again...and she complies by taking another step. We do this a couple more times, and the whole time Jessica's look is disapproving and her lips are pursed. But eventually, never breaking eye contact and never making a sound, we reach the outside of the door.
On the other side, Jamie is in complete lust. I can feel the bed squeaking as Kyle pounds into her. She's gasping at every downstroke, barely fitting in words between her exhales, "Oh oh OH oh Fuck me Oh oh oh oh." It's exquisite, I can imagine her head turning to and fro as she tries to handle the girth breaking through her. There's a sucking sound that I can imagine is the moistness being displaced out of her pussy with every re-entry of his cock.
I'm so wrapped up in my own pleasure that I momentarily forget what to do about Jessica. She's standing there, just like me, focused on what's going on inside. Because my room is at the end of a narrow hallway, there was only enough room for us to both press up against the door by facing each other close and having our backs against the wall. We were so entranced by Kyle and Jamie's sounds that after our little dance to this spot my arm never even unwrapped from around her. My hand is still touching the small of her back.
In fact, Jessica is still looking straight at me. But her eyes have a glazed look, her mind is somewhere else, and she and I probably haven't even registered that we've stayed looking at each other like this for a couple minutes. But now I have to move, just a little. For one, my upper legs are starting to feel cramped, probably because, for another, my cock is getting hard. I would probably have to do some adjusting. And there was something else I wanted, an idea that had come to me: it would feel good, really good in this aroused state, to press Jessica's body gently into me. Jessica's face was beautiful, but her body was incredible. She had an incredible S-swoop curve of a figure, and in my time knowing her I noticed that she liked to accentuate it by wearing short tops and skirts. I often couldn't help eyeing how the tightness of her hips would bend out to become her smooth, creamy thighs. It drove us boys all wild for her. And this girl right now was already in the crook of my one arm! My state of desire was currently so heightened that I had to risk squeezing one of the most gorgeous bodies on campus into me more tightly. I was that deliriously turned on.
So I moved my fingers on her waist just a little bit, and I saw her eyes deglaze enough to notice me again. Looking at her, I let her gently know that I wanted to lean the elbow of my arm (the one not on her waist) on the wall above her. I would basically be leaning over her while cradling her waist. She gave me a hard stare, but gave no indication of stopping me, so I slowly reached over her and rested the elbow on the wall above her head. My face was closer to her now, and she continued to stare at me, her face remaining stern. But at this distance, I could tell that she was breathing hard through her nose.
Suddenly, Jamie's moaning began to have punctuations; inbetween the higher pitch squeals her moans would drop several octaves or more. "Aaah Oh....*breath*....UUGH" These were uncontrolled sounds coming from her core, guttural releases. Kyle's length was fucking the breath out of her, and Jamie was hurtling toward her climax.
Jessica responded to these sounds by inhaling deeply and pressing her head hard against the wall, her eyes glassy and unfocused. Her legs were pinned together and her knees were locked, but she was essentially leaning backward into the wall. I was surprised to realize my hand might actually be helping to hold her midsection up. This meant, basically, that Jessica's back was arched, and since I was already leaning over her, it wouldn't take much for me to feel some of that arch pressing into me. With Jamie's moaning urging us on, I fully envelop Jessica's gorgeous hips within my arm and drew them towards me. They came willingly, and I was given a moment when our bodies touched along our full-lengths, before her hips backed away again. Her body was so curvy and taut. It felt amazing. I tried once more, but this time Jessica resisted half way.
Damn!
