[This is part 1 of a longer series describing events occurring in a student house in the Netherlands. While loosely based on my life, the story is largely enhanced by my imagination. The girls are all real, their names have been changed. Enjoy and feel free to give feedback]
It was pretty dark in the room, though I had cracked the shades on the windows and the moon gave enough light to see after my eyes had adjusted to the dim light. It was a warm summer night and the wind could only provide very little comfort here in the city of Groningen in the Netherlands. I was lying in bed, on my right side and though I hadn't moved in about thirty minutes, I was awake and listening for something I was sure was about to happen. My room in the was not very large, just about 3x4m with my table and computer in front of the window, my couch against one wall and my bed and closet on the other side. And of course the mattress with the girl on the floor in the center of the room. Her name was Bella and I had known her for about ten years, though we lost contact while I did my bachelors degree in the US and just recently picked it up again. Half German, half French, she was a smallish girl with dark eyes and hair, very nice curves and a firm body that she worked out constantly. Myself, I was a 25 year old psychology student. I worked out twice a week and tried to keep in shape and my face was described by some women as quite handsome, which I didn't doubt since I couldn't complain about a lack of female attention.
A slight rustling sound caught my attention and in the dim light of the silvery moonlight I could see movement underneath her blanket which was, appropriately for the hot weather, quite thin. A smile played on my lips as I watched her hand descend her body while she was still lying on her back. At most, she was a meter away from me though in the darkness there was no way she could see that I was still awake, a fact that I had counted on. Trying to keep my breath calm and regular, I continued to watch with utmost attention as her hand made its way slowly across her belly and between her legs which she spread ever so slightly to gain access. She had not yet taken of any of her clothing and I was pretty sure she wasn't about to since this would have given her away. She was in fact wearing pajamas with underwear underneath in spite of the heat. She was quite shy that way, though I didn't doubt that by the end of her one-week visit with me that would have changed quite dramatically. I calmed my breath and listened intently and did not have much trouble picking up the slight sound of flesh rubbing on flesh, even though for the moment any visible movement underneath the covers eluded me. It was clear to me that she did not want to give me a show, but just wanted to get some relief and I wasn't about to ruin the moment by saying anything.
Beginning softly, the rubbing sound became just slightly louder as she picked up some speed and for the first time I could see the slight rising and falling of the covers where her hand undoubtedly rubbed her clit underneath her panties. Sometimes, her hand would dip lower and I could hear the wetness of her pussy as she fingered it slowly but with great determination before wandering back to her clit and circling it again. My eyes traveled over her body to her tits, covered by the blanket and I was disappointed to see her other arm behind her head instead of playing with them. Her face lay mostly in shadows, but I could see her bite her lower lip as she slowly lifted her hips. The sudden sound of her moving on the mattress was almost a shook to my intently listening ears, but I could see her shove her pants down just enough to gain free and unhindered access to her pussy. The rubbing continued, but this time adding a slight squishy sound which told me she had spread her juices to her clit as well. Lying on my belly, with my head on my pillow gave me a great viewpoint, though my hard cock was pressing into the mattress and making it uncomfortable to remain like this. Smiling, I decided to spice up things a little and moved to lie on my right side so that my body was turned toward her. Her movements stopped immediately and I could feel her eyes on me, though I couldn't see them. Her breath, seconds ago still deep and becoming quicker was suppressed as she intently listened to whether I might have awoken or not. Lying on my side, I remained still and breathed deeply for a couple of minutes all the while watching her intently.
I was not disappointed as soon she began her work again. The sound of her fingers slowly circling her clit, wet with her juices began to fill the room once more while I watched with fascination the blanket above her hips rose and fell as her hand moved up and down, picking up speed as she went along. Apparently she decided to finish this quickly before risking me waking up, something I didn't mind at all. With my other hand, under my blanket, I pressed a button of my cell phone sending a prepared text message. I had made sure the phone would be invisible under the blanket and all key-tones were turned off in order not to give me away. Timing was of the essence, though I wasn't overly worried since the recipient of the message was only a few rooms away, waiting for it.
