I didn't mean for it to be like this. It's not like I was trying to hear them. I didn't mean to want her. But my roommate, Jake, and his girlfriend Beth are loud.
It's been a while since I've had any action of my own, so it shouldn't have been surprising that the noises coming from the next room over got me hard.
The first time I heard them, I put on some headphones and tried not to think about it. But I could only do the polite thing so many times.
This time, I didn't have the energy to fight it. I slipped my hand down the front of my sweatpants and gripped the base of my cock, closing my eyes, imagining that I was the one who had Beth making those noises. The whimpers, the moans. That she was saying my name instead of Jake's.
I pumped my cock in time with the thump of their bed hitting the wall.
I imagined Beth in front of me, on hands and knees, her glistening pussy begging for me. She had the most perfect ass, as much as I could tell through the athletic shorts she always wore over to our apartment. I swear, she had them in every color. She knew what she was doing.
I could peel those shorts down her ass, leave them around her thighs, keeping her legs tight together as I pounded into her. I'd press my palm into her back so her chest was flat against the bed as I pumped her, her face half-buried in the pillows, moaning.
The thumping of the bed picked up speed, and I stroked myself at the same pace, increasing more and more. Pressure built until I felt my release like a wave over my body. I quickly grabbed a couple of tissues and caught my cum as it repeatedly shot from my cock, emptying me out.
I must have come before Jake did, because the pounding on the wall continued after. Beth cried out his name. And as I came down from my orgasm, I felt the hollowness of it. I wasn't the one who made her make sounds like that. It wasn't my name she shouted. I wasn't the one filling the apartment with sounds of sex and release.
It wasn't enough. I wanted more. I made a plan.
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The next time Beth came over, I pretended I wasn't feeling well. I hung out in my room while her and Jake ate dinner and watched TV. My door was cracked open so I could try and keep tabs on their movements. When I heard them start to make out, I knew it wouldn't be long before they made for Jake's bedroom. So... I snuck out of my room and down the hall to his room.
Quietly, I slid open the accordion doors, stepped inside, and closed them behind me. Through the slats in the doors, I could just barely see the bed, the foot of it facing toward the closet. Now, I just had to wait.
My pulse was thrumming, and I was already half-hard from the idea of being able to watch instead of just picture Beth riding a cock, whimpering, falling to pieces.
Even though it's exactly what I was waiting for, I jumped when Jake and Beth fell through the door, kissing and running their hands over each other.
I leaned in closer, lining my eyes up between the slats on the door, and watched as Beth pushed Jake down onto the bed.
With her back to me, she lifted her shirt over her head. Then unclasped her lacy bra and tossed it to the side. From this angle, I couldn't see anything. But then, she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slid them down that perfect ass, wiggling her hips.
The only thing she had left on was a thong. She looked just as good as I thought she would.
I squeezed my aching cock through the material of my sweatpants.
