My name is Amanda. Nothing special to look at, not especially pretty. Average height, 5' 4", light brown hair, which I keep short. Mum used to like my long hair but when I got old enough to chose, I had it cut really short, for easy care. My body is OK, my boobs aren't saggy. Although my bum wobbles, I quite like that. Even I have to say, I have good legs.
I'm an only child, just me, mum and dad at home. We weren't well off but I had a good childhood. Like everyone, I have my issues. I have trouble getting to sleep and wake easily, with any disturbance. People heading home from a night out, car headlights, shining through my window, just a couple of things, to wake me. My room, in our small, two bedroomed house, was pretty tiny. Room for a single bed, wardrobe and a small cupboard. I had a fear of being shut in, so mum would leave my door slightly open, at night.
I think I realised, pretty early on, that I was a voyeur. Not that I even knew, what that meant. I would hear mum and dad having sex. Even though they would wait, until I'd been in bed for an hour or more. One of the noises that would wake me. I'd picked up enough information, from my friends, to know what was going on, next door. I began masturbating to the sound, imagining what was happening. As I got older and bolder. I would peek out of my door, to see, if I could glimpse anything. Mostly, their door was shut. On odd occasions, I would get my wish. For the most part, I'd see the bedding rising and falling and hear noise, not loud. If I got lucky, I'd see mum, sucking dad's cock. Or, her on her knees, him fucking her from behind, sending her tits swinging. I never masturbated, at this point. I'd store up the memory and get myself off, back in my room. Far less chance of getting caught.
Things changed, just before I was due to head to university. Dad had an affair with someone at work. He moved out and mum started divorce proceedings. A week or so later, aunt Susan arrived, presumably for moral support. The three of us could have been sisters. I looked like mum, except her boobs are bigger and more saggy and her belly, is a little rounder. Susan is 43, a year older than mum. She had never married. She and I look really alike, apart from her hair, being a lot longer than mine.
I was surprised, the night she arrived, to hear some familiar sounds, coming from next door. With my usual curiosity, I peeped out, to see if I was lucky. Bingo. The door was open about a foot. Mum and Susan, sat cross legged, facing each other, masturbating. The performance was repeated nightly. The day before I headed off, to the new phase in my life, I hit the jackpot. Mum was on her back, aunt Susan between her legs, licking her pussy. Mum seemed to be enjoying this, a lot. No mention was ever made, of their night time routine. In the morning I grabbed all of my stuff and mum drove me, several hours away, to university.
In my first year, I was allocated a room, in the halls of residence. Not a particularly new building. At least the room was larger than the one at home. Wardrobe, bedside cabinet, chest of drawers, desk and chair. I didn't feel the compulsion, to have the door open at night. No bathroom. At the end of every floor, a large communal affair. Toilet cubicles, wash basins and showers, if you could call them that. A bit like some sports facilities, a large tiled area, covering one wall. No cubicles, just a row of shower heads, poking out, with a tray below for soap and shampoo. Down the middle of the room, a rail with hooks for your towel and a low wooden bench.
This was a female only space. Initially, trips to the shower or toilet, meant wrapping in a towel, or wearing a robe. As everyone realised, that showering would be a group activity, this soon relaxed. Therefore, at night, trips to the toilet, were often a naked dash. For someone like me, this was heaven. Lots of women, my age, frequently naked. I'd take my time, washing at the basins or taking long showers, hoping to see as much naked flesh, as possible.
With my insomniac tendencies, I began waking in the night. I was on the third floor of the building. This meant a neighbour either side, plus one above and one below. I started hearing grunts, groans and a bed moving. It didn't take long, to work out, these sounds weren't just from one direction. Masturbation, or something more? It was hard to tell but at least a couple of the residents were getting off, on a regular basis. Living in my tiny room, I'd leaned to keep quiet when cumming. That didn't seem to be the case, for most.
My time in the showers, was in my opinion, the highlight of this time in my life. Bodies of all shapes and sizes, some alluring, some not so much. One in particular fascinated me. A redhead, called Julie, her room was directly to the left of mine. Her hair was wavy, reaching half way down her back. Her skin, incredibly pale. He boobs were small, her nipples very pale pink, hardly discernable from her skin. I found it hard to keep my eyes from her pussy. Her pubic hair, fine, sparse and wispy, her labia, just visible and slightly crinkled. She was one of my nighttime noise makers.
Eventually, I found out, from someone in my tutor group, that the occupant of the room opposite mine, was in a relationship, with someone from the next floor up. I could hear them as I walked to the bathroom. They weren't bothered, about keeping it under wraps, either. They would frequently wash each other in the showers, even with other students in the room.
They were at it one night. I needed to pee. I left my room, eyes on their door. I bumped into Julie, literally, my hip hit her bum.
"I'm so, sorry, I got distracted." I said, pointing at the door.
"Sounds like they're having fun." She replied.
We headed for the bathroom. When I came out of the cubicle, Julie was washing her hands. I joined her at the basins. I didn't know what to say but she was bolder than me.
"Those two are at it all the time. They even miss lectures, to spend time in bed. You've probably seen them, at it in the showers too."
"I know, they keep me awake at night. They're not the only ones." I said, winking at her.
"Sorry, am I really that loud?"
"No, I'm a light sleeper and I'm sort of tuned in, to the sounds of people having sex."
"I'm not having sex, just getting myself off. Hard to ignore the sounds from the other room."
"Don't worry, I do it too. I just learned to keep quiet."
As we walked back along the corridor, I explained about my tiny room and not wanting to get caught. We both sniggered, as we reached our end of the corridor, the grunts and groans, were louder than ever. We got to Julies room, she opened the door.
"Come in, let's talk, as long as us both being naked, doesn't freak you out."
I nodded and stepped in. As expected, her room was identical to mine. The only differences, our choice of bedding and posters on the wall. We began to talk. Her upbringing, had been a world away from mine. Large suburban house, foreign holidays and the rest. She had a sister, two years older than her. She flicked her hair, I got this from mum. My sister is brunette, like dad.
"She inherited mum's tits, looks like I got dad's." She said, rubbing a hand across her chest.
"They look good to me."
She blushed slightly. She continued her story. Her parents were pretty laid back. They would walk naked, to and from the bathroom and bedroom. She and her sister Liz, just followed suit. Sex wasn't taboo, in their house. Her mum and dad would talk to them both, about sex and relationships. Her mum taught her about periods, contraception, sex and masturbation. All things I had to figure out, for myself or asking friends.
"If you think I'm loud, you should hear Liz. No idea what she does in her room but she screams, when she cums. Mum even told her to keep the noise down, as it was putting dad off. I think it runs in the family, mum is pretty loud, at times."
