I was running late as I made my way across campus. Luckily my room was on the ground floor so I could nip in and grab the book I had forgotten for my next class.
My girlfriend had been feeling a bit unwell so skipped the classes this morning asking if she could stay in my room rather than make her way back to her own block.
As I got to the exterior door I patted my pockets and realised that my book wasn't the only thing I had forgotten. No keys. Frustrated, I went to the side of the building and round the corner. I could knock on the window and get Harriet to pass my book to me. I approached the window and was about to knock gently on the glass when I saw through a crack in the curtains a sight I had seen a hundred times. I had seen it, but I didn't know that Harriet had ever seen it.
On the TV screen a petite but well proportioned brunette currently in a 69 with a very well endowed male. She faced the camera with her mouth covering just the head of his big cock. She had been sucking on him for a while and her spit ran down the length of his thick shaft and was covering his balls as she massaged them with her hand.
My eyes moved from the scene on the tv to the scene on the bed. Harriet was frantically rubbing her pussy with her slender legs spread wide apart. I was shocked at the wanton look on her face, for someone usually reserved and inexperienced sexually, she was displaying a look I had never seen before. I was stuck between wanting to knock and wanting to see what happened next. I kept my hands by my sides.
I knew how the scene ended and I didn't k ow if Harriet did yet or not. On screen the female continued her oral attention sloppily sucking the head of the large cock and using her hand on the shaft and balls. Suddenly a large had grabbed a fistful of her hair and started to push her head down. On the bed Harriet bucked her hips and I saw her perfect little ass rise from the bed. He continues the pressure as her mouth starts to be spread wider. He pushes until she is halfway down his cock, her eyes starting to water but absolutely committed to making him cum from deepthroating him.
I could see Harriet panting hard and her fingers were a blur working on her clit. I was rooted to the spot, my cock rock hard in my jeans.
He keeps his hand pushing down and his hips thrust up. She gags but keeps going. What's left on display of his cock is covered in spit and her hands are no longer giving him any attention, but are gripping the sheets. Harriet is biting her lip, her eyes betraying her desire. Until now I didn't know this existed.
I knew the couple were going to cum soon. He gives a couple of short sharp thrusts into her throat and then exclaims that he is going to cum. The grip on her hair is released and instantly her head pops up, she gasps in a deep breath and her hand goes back to wanking him furiously. Harriet's hips are still bucking, she's visibly moaning and as close as they are.
He gives a deep groan, she keeps wanking the thick shaft, pointing his cock straight at her face. Harriet bucks again, clenching those perfect cheeks.
He starts to cum. Thick hot white streams of cum. Her face takes most of it and she keeps wanking his cock as it drips down. Harriet grips the sheets as her own orgasm his and she writhes around in ecstasy on the bed. The woman on screen is drenched and smiling. He is breathing heavily. Harriet is panting and limp.
I still don't know what to do, and then Harriet looks up. No longer transfixed by the scene on the TV, she looks directly at the gap in the curtains and sees me.
She passed the keys through the window after she had put on a dressing gown to preserve her modesty. Ironic I thought, given what I had just witnessed.
I couldn't make out the look that had been on her face at the moment she had seen me. Confusion? No. Lust? No. Resignation? Possibly. She looked like she'd had a weight lifted off her shoulders. As if to say 'great, so now you know and it didn't take a difficult conversation'.
I walked round to the exterior door, went through and found my room. I took a deep breath, unlocked the door and walked in.
Harriet was sat on a seat at the desk, now wearing a pair of shorts and one of my shirts. She turned to me and gave a big beaming smile. She was beautiful, my girlfriend through the end of high school and into university. We had both had quite reserved childhoods and our relationship, whilst solid and loving, could never be described as wild or experimental.
All of this was about to change.
"Hey Hun, I didn't expect you to be back. What did you see back there?" She asked, a bit of trepidation in her voice.
"Erm...well, enough I guess." I said.
She went into a mode I hadn't seen before. She was full of confidence and articulate on the subject. Something had obviously opened up in her.
"OK." She started "I'm going to come clean here and I think we should both just listen and see what comes out in this conversation."
"Yeah, erm, I guess so." I stammered. Twenty minutes ago I had been in a lecture on international Law, and now this.
"So for the last month, anytime I've been home by myself, I've been doing what you have just seen. I can't help it, I think about it all the time and I just have to make myself cum. Sometimes it is that scene, sometimes there are others but they all have some common themes. That is obvious because your collection seems to follow some themes.
If I can't be by myself in your room, I'll take a DVD back to mine and then replace it another time.
