Trisha slipped through the door and looked around the dorm room slowly. As she peered around in the darkness, she could see the traces of her roommates clothes spread out around the room. The small lamp that was sitting in the corner was off but there was the usual candle sitting there with burning, giving off a soft glow so that she would be able to see when she came in.
As Trisha slipped her T-shirt off she heard the low hum in the other room. She wasn’t stupid, she had a vibrator herself but still, she had to stifle a giggle as she listened for any other sounds to come from her roommates bed. Suddenly she heard soft moans, “Oh god yes, mmm, feels so umm, Ohh.”
Trisha felt herself becoming aroused and she knew that she shouldn’t be listening to Betty as she masturbated that was private. Yet, she still slipped her pants off and stepped to the corner of the doorway so she could hear a little better. Her fingers traveled down the concave of her belly and she waited just a few more moments until the anticipation was ultimately setting her insides on fire.
“Oh fuck, mmm, yes, oh, oh...” the sounds came from the bedroom still and it was obvious Betty was reaching her own climax.
Trisha could wait no longer she slipped her hand down farther until she felt the pulsing little bud of pleasure slippery beneath her fingertips. She was more wet than she could ever remember, and she was unable to focus on anything but slipping her hands in her dampened panties. The full lips between her legs were slick with her juices and she couldn’t wait another second. She spread her legs slightly and slipped two fingers inside her tight little opening. Her thumb automatically went to caress her clit and in the next instant she was already on the brink of an intense orgasm.
“Let me help you with that,” she heard Betty say through a thin veil of cobwebs in her mind.