I used to know this couple Jason and Sarah. Jason was my friend first and then he met Sarah. She was pretty cool, as was Jason. We all got along really well and would hang out a lot. They looked great together. Really good actually. A friend of ours, Ben, needed housemates and it worked out that we were all living in a house together, Ben, Jason, Sarah and me.
One day I'd come home from work early, as my boss had given me the afternoon off. So I'd caught the bus home and was in my room flipping through a magazine and planning to have a bit of a nap. I heard the front door open. I was surprised. No-one usually got home for another two hours or so. I listened for who it was, but didn't reveal my presence. I could hear whoever it was throw their keys on the kitchen bench then move to the lounge room. I heard the stereo being switched on. Then I heard someone speak. It was Jason. "Baby, come here," he said. That's when I heard the second voice. I couldn't hear what was said or who said it, but I knew it was a woman.
I was curious now. I strained to hear further but with the soft music playing and my bedroom door closed, I couldn't hear anything. Frustrated by this, I turned the knob on my door quietly. I hesitated for a moment to see if anyone had noticed, then gently pulled the door open. My room leads onto a hallway, and from the lounge room you can't see my door, but you can see most of the hallway. I stepped into the hall, hugging the wall a bit. I could hear much better now. Quite unmistakably. I could hear the sounds of sex.
I giggled to myself for a moment. Trust Jason and Sarah to both ditch work so they could have the house to themselves. I was about to return to my room and leave them to it when I heard Jason call out. The sound was a cross between ecstasy and agony. It was raw and powerful, and yet surprisingly vulnerable. It stopped me in my tracks. I had never heard Jason like this before. I wasn't sure what I was thinking or feeling, but I couldn't move from my position against the wall. Now I could hear her too. Just soft breathy moans. I could imagine Jason was going down on her, licking her pussy. And his hands...they'd be up on her breasts, cupping her and pinching her nipples. They must be on the sofa, I thought. Or were they on the carpet? Were they lying on each other, their bodies rubbing against each other, hip to hip, legs entwined...or was she sitting on the sofa, with Jason kneeling before her...her head thrown back, her hands threaded through his hair, pushing his head into her wanting more, pulling him back because it was too much...
I slowly turned and sank to the floor. Just listening to them was...strange. I realised with a start that I was sopping wet. Horror filled me for a second. I slipped my hand beneath my skirt and felt my wetness through my underpants. I bit my lip. Sitting there like that – my hand on my clothed pussy, listening to the sounds of two of my best friends fucking. How did this happen again?
There was a change in the living room. Instead of just Sarah I could hear them both. I could hear her still, but her moans had evolved to soft groans. And him, Jason, he was moaning now too. I could tell from the way they both broke off their moans abruptly, simultaneously, then started again, that he was fucking her...and fucking her hard by the sounds of it. Without thinking I let my fingers slip beneath the elastic of my underwear and I felt my hot throbbing pussy and my slick wetness. With my thumb strumming my swollen clit, I thrust my middle finger inside me. As I did I heard Jason say "Yeah baby. That's it." My pussy gushed. It was like he was encouraging me. I slipped another finger inside me. I made my plunging fingers match every hard thrust I imagined Jason was making into Sarah's moist, hot sex.
I was reaching desperation point, and with hurried movements I pulled my underpants down so I could touch myself with both hands, one hand working furiously on my clit, stroking and pinching myself, the other deep inside me, thrusting with Jason. I don't think I was imagining myself with Jason. It wasn't like that. It was the thought of those two together that was making me so hot. Every touch I made on myself I imagined a similar touch on Sarah. I imagined her response, and the way Jason would feel when he saw her enjoyment. I listened to their breathy moans and I could hear the noises of their lovemaking. I could actually hear his penis and her vagina as they came together, and pulled apart. With my legs spread wide, I imagined her blonde hair curled over her shoulders and trailing on her full breasts. I could see in my mind, Jason take Sarah's erect nipple in his beautiful mouth and suck and bite as his hips moved between hers, his naked buttocks thrusting.
