[MF] June and July 2018, how it all ended. A paranoia about exhibitionism and voyeurism.

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/az0qoe/february_and_march_2018_when_it_all_started_a/) [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/az79x4/april_and_may_2018_the_observer_is_observed_a/)

May, 2018

Not blue? Threesome? Am I being heard? Did she have her ear on her door as well? No, the stranger mentioned I was wrong about the color of her panties. How could he have listened to me?

I clean up myself with a towel, get dressed, go to the living room and light up a cigarrete and a joint in a desperate move to calm down. She leaves her room wrapped in her blanket, comes to the other couch and turns on the TV.

– Will you pass me the joint? I thought you went to bed…

– I was but couldn’t manage to sleep… I’m gonna try again… bye. I simply couldn’t get to sleep that night.

**JUNE**

As days passed by, I tried to forget that event, I just probably misheard those words afterall. Our evening program was still fun. Marijuana, TV shows, blankets, muffled moans, crossed legs masturbation, kitchen escapes and sometimes she went to her bedroom to have some extra privacy and freedom to make louder noises. That was good. One of these days after a rough session that was accompanied by a buzzing sound (had she bought a vibrator? that was news) she even left her room wrapped in a towel, made her way to the kitchen, grabbed a banana and went back to her room. Skype-style voices again. More than one voice this time.

Hey these voices are familiar. Sounds like one of your girl friends. The one that once was watching Game of Thrones with us and brought her boyfriend along. They were lying on the carpet, covered by a blanket, and you girls were texting each other. I thought it was you who were quietly moaning again that day, until you said “Hey, will you guys stop being horny in front of us?” and she replied “I’m not making these sounds, it’s the wind!”.

I take a puff and go to my room and *this time* I don’t need to go to the door to hear you. You guys are having fun so loud that I can listen from my bed. I’ll have fun as well. You and your friend are hot anyways. I open my laptop and check your instagram account.

– Are you seriously gonna do that? – I hear you saying

– Oh yes I am. – I answer as loud as if you were right in front of me.

I don’t know if you are talking to me or listening to me, but that’s your problem, *babe*. I start browsing your pictures, you have pretty good ones, alone and with your friend. Keep moaning loud and gasping, that turns me on. Just watch me. “That’s neat, how does your princess face would look with a cum strand running down your cheek? And your friend, she looks like she has lips made to blow, these thick, pink lips, I’d love to bite them”. This I say out loud.

– Thank you – Her boyfriend answers.

– Hey… – She didn’t seem pleased by my comments though.

– I can’t believe you are doing this. Okay, game on.

As I hear them commenting what I said, I can feel my heart pounding harder. I pull my dick out and start stroking. I open her friend’s account and for my surprise she has some bikini pictures, which my dear flatmate doesn’t. Now I have several tabs open and alternate between their pics, alone or together, as I hear them teasing me. In between those pleasure sounds, she quietly says, “don’t you wanna come over my bedroom? I know you want to, you just can’t, you don’t have the balls to”.

You are right, girl, I don’t go. Simply because I know if I do, our nasty little game will stop. In other occasions when I heard she moaning in her bedroom I knocked on the door asking if she was okay because I heard something and she simply stopped or opened the door with a sleepy face telling me off because I woke her up.

– Oh don’t you think I can do this? – I can feel my penis pulsing in my hands. Her face is angelical, dark blonde hair, almond-shaped brown eyes, she has a long neck and her collar bones drives me crazy. In a few pictures she’s just like at home: braless, sometimes revealing a sideboob and pointy nipples. And now there is the buzzing sound of the vibrator.

– Is this the sound you heard the other day? Ah god this feels wonderful and you’ll never know what I am doing here…

– Oh my you are so mean. – her friend says, her boyfriend laughs and she tells him to keep sucking her. That’s why he’s been so quiet.

Her moaning instensifies and I am gasping as well. Now it’s faster, and I’m edging.

– Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum looking at our pictures? Don’t you dare to do that!

I cum over my belly and chest, a strong stream. Take some of it with my index finger and spread over their faces in a picture on my laptop’s screen. I quickly clean my chest with a towel and throw it on the floor. Immediatly my flatmate bangs on my door and immediatly opens it:

– Hey, are you awake? Wanna smoke a joint? – She looks mad, or extremely annoyed. Like someone who lost a bet or something.

– Sure, why not?

She was pretty quiet at the couch afterwards.

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**JULY**

I had no idea of what was going on. But the truth is, I was enjoying at some point. I thought maybe she was camgirl and you know there some shows where there is an unsuspected victim and the girl has a remote controlled vibrator, and an audience. Was I being watched? That concerned me. I was supposed to be watching. I wanted to be the one watching her rubbing her pussy, playing with her clit, massaging her boobs and moaning in pleasure as she looked me in the eyes. The kind of story I told kept happening another couple of times in June. Each time with different voices interacting, and when I couldn’t cum she would keep going until I lost interest and fell asleep. Sometimes I woke up to her moanings in the middle of the night, sometimes I didn’t even get to sleep. I felt played. More than that, I felt controlled. I checked for microphones and cameras all over the apartment and couldn’t find anything. Was I going crazy?

One day in July, it was a Friday and we were smoking pot, watching something. The bellring rings. She answered the door and a friend of us (the one she fucked at his place earlier that year) entered, accompanied by other 5 guys I had never seen in life. I was just like I stay at home, pratically pajamas. She was wearing a dress. Before they came, she was doing her usual thing. Texting, trying to hold the moan here and there. They arrived and she became a bit shy and nervous, that was truly apparent. I felt I was being a bit hostilized by the guests. She didn’t know her as well by they were treating her like a queen whereas everything I said was diminished, or made fun at. They were talking about moving the party to one of their places, where they could play some games. Party, what party? We didn’t even invite you guys here… oh. Play games. I get it now.

– Who is coming to this party? – I asked

– That’ll be basically us… and her. If she can handle it. What do you think guys, can she handle it?

– I… I can, of course. I’ll beat you all – She answered, insecure.

– Well I think I’ll come too – Yes I was inviting myself.

– We are not sure if you’ll like it there…

– But you can come if you like – She was in my defense.

I pulled her aside and asked her if she really wanted to go, and if she wanted me to come along. I wasn’t sure what to expect from this game night. She told me she didn’t know if she wanted to go but that she *had* to, and that if I wanted to come along, I could. I never really got this right.

We entered our friend’s car. In the back seat there were three unknow guys, me, and she was sitting on my lap. Though, if we squeezed a bit more, there would be room for everyone to sit.

You are on my lap, wearing a dress. You know how dangerous this can be? Don’t move too much. Oh, you *are* moving. Side to side, back and front. I can feel, I am getting a boner and I am sure you can feel it too. I am sorry, didn’t wan’t this to happen this way. Are you moving your hips this way on purpose? Keep going, it feels good. I grab on your hipbones with the excuse to hold better on you on this bumpy road and I can feel the warmth of your body in my hands and sync them with the movements of your lap. Too bad we arrived.

We all sat to play cards. There are mayo sachets on the table, someone had dinner before. We smoke, we, play. As the game advances, she is acting weird. She blushes, she stutters to talk, she gasps. They invent a new rule. The loser must eat the mayo or spread it or their faces. Her hands are visible all the time, what is happening. We sit on pairs to play this game and the pairs alternate from time to time. When I’m paired up with her, that’s my chance to get a good look at her legs. Her thighs sometimes shivered and then she crossed then really hard. I hear muffled moans once or twice on that occasion. She kept losing round after round, and everytime she did she wrote in one of the sachets her names. Everyone looked happy when she lost.

She was looking more and more angry and upset as the night went by. I can’t tell why. Until today I don’t understand a single thing of what happened that night. Later when we came back apparently there was enough room for four people in the backseat and she decided not to sit on my lap. She went straight to her bedroom and didn’t make any other sound that night.

Later in July there was a huge festival in our town. My brother came to visit me and for the festival, we all smoked, had LSD and ecstasy. At some point they hooked up. At the party, she pulled me aside and told me, kinda drunk:

– You should tell your brother to spend more time sucking my pussy. I give him long-lasting blowjobs, lick his balls and let him cum on my face and he doesn’t retribute, that’s unfair!

Are we talking about unfair? Ok, I’ll tell him.

So far, I had tried without success to record what I heard either from my bedroom or from the living room, where things happened quieter. It was always shitty. The day after the festival, I was still under the effects of the drugs. I woke up grabbed a beer and I went to the bakery. On my way back, didn’t see my brother’s car in front of the building. I entered home and called their names, nobody answered. I entered her room and found him pounding her pussy in missionary position. I immediatly closed the door. I couldn’t see anything but my brother’s bare ass. Later in the afternoon, I left my cellphone I fell asleep in the couch and left my cellphone recording next to me. At some point I woke up to them kissing violently on the other couch. I didn’t make a move. Closed my eyes and pretended to be still sleeping.

– Are you sure we are going to do it here? – She asked him.

– If you can’t stand the heat, better leave the kitchen. – He answered.

– Oh I surely can.

I hear lots of kissing sounds. “I wanna blow you”, she says quietly. Spits, wet sounds, saliva. The couches touch at the edges so I can feel the movements. “Is that good?” “Just keep going!”, he answers trying not to sound loud. He gasps, he moans, he finally sighs in relief.

I pretend to finally wake up on the couch. As I open my eyes, she is running to the bathroom, denim shorts unzipped, and I hear a spit sound coming from there. When I check it later, there is semen down the sink drain.

At night, I check my phone. After some noise, here is the relevant part:

She: What time is it?

Him: I don’t have my phone on me.

She: Ok, I’ll your check brother’s. *HE’S RECORDING!*

Him: What?

Sounds like grabbing and returning the phone

Silence. About ten minutes later:

She: Are you sure we are going to do it here?

The rest you know. I felt bad for recording them and deleted the files, though. I thought confronting them with such an exhibit A would be too judgy, or perhaps I was just a coward. The next day my brother left and I called her for a conversation in the living room:

– I want you to stop this.

– Stop what?

– This game. It’s driving me crazy. Yesterday you gave my brother a blowjob on this couch next to me while I was asleep, you masturbate as we smoke and watch TV together-

– What the hell are you talking about? Are you nuts? I didn’t do any of that!

– I recorded it yesterday!

– Really? Can you show me?

– …No. I deleted it, I thought you would be angry at me for recording.

– Well I am angry for you accusing me. Masturbating on the couch? What the fuck dude? Do you do that? Tell me now so I won’t sit here.

– You do it every night, I can hear you moaning!

– You got to be kidding me. I’d never do that. I do masturbate sometimes yeah, like a normal person, in my room, but I don’t think I make much noise or anything. Look, maybe it’s our neighbours, you know? Forget that. You know what? You can even tell me when you hear these noises and we’ll look for the source together. Then you’ll see I have nothing to do with it. – Suddenly she took a less agressive posture.

But it didn’t stop. She kept on. If I knocked or even opened her door she would pretend to be sleeping. If I asked her about the noises, she said she wasn’t hearing anything. After that confrontation, the other voices and hers became more and more aggressive and the game was less and less enjoyable for me. They made fun of my actions, the porn I was looking at, and it was becoming harder for me to cum even with my girlfriend.

– You’ll have to leave this apartment.

– What. The. Fuck.

She didn’t talk to me for the next two weeks until she left. During this time, her activity was much less intense. Finally, after she left (and took along with her most of the furniture and all of the marijuana we had left), no more strangeness ever happened in my apartment. I was free at last.

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If you read until here, I’d like to thank you. I know this last part hasn’t been much of a NSFW story, it’s more of me getting something off of my chest. In reality these events lasted a whole year. It was painful. Everything I wrote actually happened, not necessarily on the same day, I just put together for the sake of the story. There were several isolated events that built up this paranoia that today I realize was triggered by the use of marijuana (see my comment [on this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/badroommates/comments/a900jl/did_something_embarrassing_in_private_and/ecgjjkg) where I tell other events). Now I know that everytime I smoke, I tend to believe a girl (any) who is close to me is trying to send me sexual messages in some way, and this effect may last up to two days. As I smoked everyday, I could never get rid of it. I smoked before and it didn’t happen, I don’t know what changed that this effect started to happen. Brains, who understand, right? Funniest thing, I kept doing my work normally and nobody knew what I was going through. I still remember those dark times as a scar in my life.

Thanks,

InternationalSalt7

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/azcqbu/mf_june_and_july_2018_how_it_all_ended_a_paranoia