I could not keep my eyes off of my roommate's new girl.
Steve had been seeing this girl Clair for a couple weeks and even though Steve was my friend, envy bit right through me every time she was around. I wish I could've just been happy for Steve, that he'd snagged such a fine ass cutie, but the more comfortable Clair got around the house, the less she wore... and the more I noticed.
They'd met at a work conference and had been fucking like rabbits ever since. Clair spent most nights over here and even had a drawer of clothes in Steve's room and a toothbrush in the bathroom. Telltale bobby pins now littered every flat surface in the house (which I am now convinced is how females mark their territory). She is very pleasant; I would almost call her shy since she never really bothered to talk to me unless Steve was around and dressed pretty modestly whenever she went out.
But once in the confines of our house, it was a totally different story...
"What're you still doing up?" Clair asked as she padded into the living room in just her bare feet and one of Steve's t-shirts.
I swallowed hard trying not to look at her. It wasn't just her creamy, exposed thighs that drew me in; it was that with each step, her tits bounced under the white t-shirt, hardening her nipples tantalizingly. And here she was, a few feet from me, standing like a self-delivering midnight snack. As she turned and walked into the kitchen, I allowed myself to drink her in from behind.
The bottoms of her perfectly rounded cheeks peaked from under lacy pink panties, making my mouth go dry. Her glossy hair tumbled down in waves and just barely grazed the top of her stacked posterior. With each step, I secretly watched the sway and jiggle as each side rose and fell with her graceful strides. Clair's ass was a thing of beauty; I often pictured myself pulling her tight against me just so I could reach around and rake finger-shaped bruises into each cheek.
"Finishing some work shit," I uttered back, reluctantly dragging my gaze back to the computer screen in my lap as she walked back into the living room, glass of water in hand.
"You still trying to convince that La Citta client to use your company?" she asked, retrieving the TV remote from the coffee table.
"Yup. Pretty sure they're just taking me for a ride though."
"God damn it!" she cursed as the back of the remote fell off and the batteries came tumbling out, clattering on the floor.
As she bent down to pick up the pieces, I felt my mouth fall open as she bent only at the waist and made absolutely no effort to turn her ass away from me. Covered in only the thinnest, silkiest cover was a pair of perfect, puffy lips that could cause a man to have palpitations. Was she trying to give me heart attack??
For the briefest moment, a really dirty thought crossed my mind: was she doing all of this on purpose? The recent lack of clothes? Bending over in front of me so temptingly?
But her demeanor was so nonchalant! I adjusted the hardening cock in my basketball shorts and pushed the thought of Clair deliberately teasing me out of my mind. She was dating my roommate after all...
Clair gave up on the remote and plopped down next to me on the couch, "So how long have you and Steve been friends?" she asked leaning against the armrest and extending her legs in front to where her feet were almost touching my thigh.
"Since middle school. We were in homeroom together and just always got along. Soo..."
"And you like living with him?" she continued watching my face for a reaction," The lack of privacy doesn't bother you?"
"What do you mean?" I asked tensing up, hoping she wasn't about to call me out for ogling her ass every chance I got.
"I mean, like, these walls are paper thin," Her blue eyes examined me through thick lashes, "And I know me and Steve aren't exactly quiet..."
Wait, was she...she's not talking about...
I blushed crimson remembering all the times I had heard her and Steve getting it on in his adjacent room... Many a night I had jacked off listening to the sounds of their bed, headboard, and most importantly, Clair. She made the sexiest sounds when they were fucking... and it wasn't just her moans and cries that had me secretly stroking my dick in the other room: it was her dirty talk. She always told Steve exactly how she liked it. Steve must like it too because whenever she started spouting off about how big his cock was, or asked how much he liked her mouth on his dick, or who that pussy belonged to... He was a total gonner.
Just like me.
"Umm, I haven't really noticed," I lied, unable to meet her eyes.
She giggled softly under her breath and shifted on the couch, pulling her knees up to her chest.
"Really? Weird..." she said quietly, "Cause I can, like, hear you rolling over in bed and buckling your belt and shit..."
I stole a glance at her and saw her knees were slightly spread... Oh god... There were those lips again, just peaking at me between golden thighs.
"I...I mean I may have heard y'all, but I'm a heavy sleeper," I stammered. Could my face get any redder?
Clair just smirked at me like she could see right through my lie. Shit.
"It doesn't bother me. I know I can be kind of...loud." She rubbed her hands down her legs slowly and deliberately. I gulped. "I mean, honestly, I don't mind being heard because... and don't you dare judge me Andy!" She interrupted herself, and I raised my hands in mock surrender so she would continue, "But I just think it's kind of...hot. Turns me on even more." She bit her lip and looked up at me deviously. "There's nothing quite like knowing someone is getting off thinking about you... or watching you..." I swear her legs drifted even further apart as her head cocked to the side, eyes assessing my reaction, as she allowed a deliberate peak at her barely covered pussy.
Well if I wasn't already losing my shit every time she trotted around the house in a towel or Steve's boxers, now I was well on my way to being a drooling lunatic...
"Anyways, hope you get your client Andy," she said rising from the couch, giving me one more glimpse of that lovely derrier.
"Goodnight, Andy," she crooned and disappeared into the back of the house.
Fuck.
So not only did she know I was listening... but she liked it? Jesus this changed everything...
I snapped my laptop shut and headed for my room, already knowing what I was going to do next.
Later that night, after pulling my dick raw, I laid in bed heard Steve come home and greet Clair. She was right, these walls were paper thin. They prattled about their day and a myriad of other humdrum shit so I began to tune them out. That's when I heard Clair's voice a little louder than before.
"Come to the living room with me," her muffled voice came through the wall.
"You wanna do it out there?" Steve choffed, "You know Andy is home."
"It's late and he went to bed hours ago. Cmooon," she begged. I already knew Steve wouldn't be able to resist Clair's seductive plea; the girl was a walking hard on.
I heard them make their way to the living room. A dirty thought immediately made its way into my lizard fuck-brain: do I dare follow? Was tonight's conversation an invitation?
Without thinking it through I got up and snuck soundlessly out of my bedroom and entered the hallway, creeping one step at a time. I could hear Clair's voice again, coming from the living room.
"Doesn't it turn you on? The idea of maybe getting caught?" she asked her unsuspecting boyfriend. I'd made it to the end of the hall, taking care not to make the wooden floorboards creak under my light steps. I very slowly and stealthily peaked one eye around the corner.
Steve was sitting on the couch, his back to me, and Clair sat next to him eyeballing him like she was ready to pounce. She leaned in and started nuzzling his neck with her mouth, mumbling things that I couldn't make out. I saw her hand reach around and (I assume) start rubbing his dick. I was still very well concealed in the dark hallway and knew that, if I needed to, I would be able to make a quick get away. Yet my heart still pounded in my chest... Was I actually doing this? Listening through the wall was something I couldn't help and if anything was their fault for being so careless. On the other hand, going out of my way to watch them fuck was shady. Yet I didn't feel the least bit guilty... and I knew exactly why...
I knew Clair wanted this. She wanted to be heard. To be watched. To be admired. I bet she loved the idea of me jerking off while she showed out...
Suddenly Clair hopped in Steve's lap, straddling him, arms laced around his neck. I moved my head back quickly out of sight because now Clair was facing directly towards me and I'm pretty sure she looked right at me...
Then I heard Clair's voice again, "Want me to ride your cock, baby? Right here in the living room?"
Well I guess even if she had seen me, she still wasn't stopping... With new confidence I peaked my head out again.
Clair sat straddling her boyfriend, kissing him within an inch of his life. After another moment she broke the kiss and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it slowly up her torso, exposing her stomach before catching it on her perky double D's and slowly dragging up her breasts making me hold my breath in anticipation. Then they popped out, fully exposed, bouncing, and breathtaking. My dick had already started hardening, but now it became painful in my pants. Knowing good and well that it was wrong, I pulled on my dick through my shorts, still afraid to take it out.
Clair was now totally naked and made quick work of pulling out Steve's dick and positioning it under her. "You wanna fill up that tight little pussy?" she asked. Except I'm not sure she had directed the question at Steve...
His head was thrown back, eyes probably closed in ecstasy, so she allowed herself to look directly at me. A slow, sultry smile spread across her face and she gave me an almost unperceivable nod as she slowly impaled herself, sliding all the way down.
