My best friend birthday was last week and even though we didn't really celebrate it she thought a nice dinner would be in order so we (her boyfriend and I) took her to a nice exclusive restaurant for dinner. He came a little late (due to getting off from work late) but the dinner was grand and my girlfriend, Betty, got a little tipsy from the wine. Not drunk but just a nice buzz.
Some members of the restaurant staff came by and sang Happy Birthday to her before we left and the three of us agreed it was a very enjoyable evening.
Betty drove back home with her boyfriend Patrick and I followed them to Betty's apartment. The drive to my place was quite a distance and I welcomed the idea of staying at Betty's apartment when she suggested it. Patrick didn't seem to mind the idea and besides I would be on the other side of the apartment in the second bedroom.
We stayed up for an hour or so and finally Betty and Patrick retired to her bedroom and I went to bed in the second bedroom.
Despite the distance and the bedroom doors being closed I could hear a faint sound coming from Betty's bedroom. Of course, I turned the TV down and it became obvious what I was hearing.
They were making love or as Betty would say it, "He was sticking some dick to her."
I listened intently because I was curious and wanted to hear. I could hear the faint sound of the bedsprings and each time I heard the sound I also heard her grunt. I wanted to sneak to the bedroom door and catch some of the action but I didn't want to get caught. Strangely I never heard his voice, just hers and only the grunting.
It didn't take long for her grunting to stop and I thought to myself, "Wow, that was a quickie."
While listening I had gotten in the bed with the sheet covering me. I still had on my black bra and matching panties. My right hand was inside my panties and I was fingering my clit. Listening to my girlfriend while fingering my clit and imagining Patrick dicking her had gotten me aroused and a little wet.
After about 10 minutes I heard someone in the living room and when my unlocked door popped open it was Patrick, not Betty. I didn't know what to say. He only had on a "T" shirt but it did not cover his private parts.