My roommate[f] had sex in our dorm room and knew I was there (cont.)

So I had just secretly hid out in my loft as my college roommate had rough sex with James, a cute guy in my English class. She knew I was watching/listening. Full story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gzqdwa/my_roommatef_had_sex_in_our_dorm_room_and_knew_i/).

Most of the session was on the futon directly beneath my loft. I listened to the sex sounds and dirty talk with intense interest. The little noises she made as she was getting fucked were so incredibly hot and authentic. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what she was feeling.

At first I’m pretty sure he was on top and they were in missionary. He was giving it to her like hard and *slow* for a long time, like grinding into her. It was almost silent and I took care to be completely still. I could just barely hear Susan’s tiny gasps, and then I heard James whisper-growl something into her ear but couldn’t make out the words. It was driving me crazy, and I had two fingers planted firmly against my clit. He was grunting as he was grinding into her, like pushing as deep as he could possibly go. I had never been at all interested in girls sexually before, but her little utterances struck to the core. I wanted to hear her every little chirp. It sounded like he was giving her just a bit less than she wanted and was in total control. I think his harsh whispers were about what a slut she was or something. Her breath sort of stuttered and I wondered if she came cause I was about to.

For a bit I couldn’t hear anything, but then he started gently pounding her. Not super hard, but evenly, like in a steady rhythm. The futon was creaking a bit. There was enough commotion for me to reach for my hairbrush. I pushed it in and steadily worked it to the same rhythm as James. He seemed like he was good at sex and knew exactly what he was doing. Unlike earlier by the door, this wasn’t super rough or anything (yet). He was just working it into her, back and forth, easily. There were little faps as his body hit hers like over and over again. Totally regular, like a machine.

Like before, she seemed impatient, but he kept his pace. She started breathing encouragement…’oh yes, fuck me.’ He slowed down a bit and she whined lol. Then he resumed. I had watched plenty of porn before and this was nothing like any of it. It was so intimate and subtle, with him just working her, pumping her naturally, but also intermittently commenting about her hungry slut pussy lol. He teased her by slowing down a few times. I could hear the sex well enough to mimic every thrust, but desperately careful not to make a sound. This kept going for a long while. I wondered how long he could last. The guys I had been with wouldn’t have lasted this long. And they were also not as interactive and responsive. I felt like he was really paying attention to her, responding to her, and being playful…easing back occasionally both to torment her and maybe also to postpone his own orgasm as well. He was in control. But I think he had already came once earlier by the door, and I knew guys could last longer on the second round. But still. I was impressed. And she was so into it. As he kept going, I sort of found myself cheering him on and wanting him to keep fucking her real good and long, and not wanting it to stop. My inner voice was saying ‘oh yeah, keep fucking her just like that…oh god yes, she’s loving it so much…no no, don’t stop! don’t stop!…okay yeah, oooh, just like that.’ And I’m working my hairbrush the whole while in tandem. Unf I’ll never forget this. After a while I was really wanting to hear her get fucked hard. And James delivered.

Finally, he started fucking her harder, and she was moaning exquisitely. With me timing the thrusts I was able to pound myself with more force, but by now I didn’t need more stimulation. I was already there and waiting for Susan to come before bringing myself over the edge. (By this age I was already quite skilled at masturbation.) I was like dying to come. She was almost there, but then he would slow down again lol. Fucker. Then he suddenly started pounding her super hard, like a jackhammer, and I heard a slap. He was also sort of growling, and she was crying out. Unf. I started to come and held the brush still to forestall, but then relented and just went with it. I knew it was going to be a big one, and had like a long while to prepare. I grasped my sheets with both hands and tensed up. It took everything in my power to stay quiet as the ecstatic vibes welled up, and then I braced myself as they overtook me like a tsunami. I was terrified as it was going on because I knew my shuddering was making the whole bed shake. Other than a couple small gasps I think I was completely silent. I figured they couldn’t notice. He was still mercilessly (heroically) pounding her.

But as my paralyzed throes were peaking, Susan’s bell rang in epic fashion, and James’ nut finally cracked to it. I hastened to get control of myself to hear her every squeal, but in vain, as I was lost in powerful involuntary spasms. She was a bit of a screamer, and I’m sure our poor dorm neighbors were a party to the raucousness, and perhaps anyone on the floor. I felt a strange kinship with her as we seemed to convulse in reciprocal fashion, even though (as I thought at the time) she couldn’t have known my status. Hearing her get off was like a catalyst. In response, my body seemed to manufacture an inexhaustible amount of energy and pleasure reserves and I just kept shaking as I rode it out. It seemed like hours, but I’m sure it was maybe just a minute or so. In any case, it was my first extended orgasm, and, I think, a spiritual, life-changing epiphany. In that minute it was like my whole concept of myself was redefined. It was like an inner sex fiend awakened. After it was done it was like I was floating, blissfully, a goddess eager to explore the limits of my body and my sexuality. I was so happy, but also terrified to observe the creature I had unleashed. I pushed the hairbrush handle back in. I had a need to feel full. I felt like a freak because I wanted more.

Susan and James had collapsed, and in their silence I wondered if they could hear my breathing. But they were breathing harder, thankfully. They relaxed for several minutes, and I wondered if they had fallen asleep, but then I started to hear very subtle wet, slurping sounds lol. James moaned slightly and it was apparent Susan was going down on him. After a while she said “awe, did I make him sleepy?” He laughed. He said “he’s had a big day.” She said “awe…poor thing” and continued sucking lol. This went on for a while, but he pushed her off and said he had to go. It was also getting close to midnight. I was a little disappointed. I was also nervous to talk to Susan after he left.

He got dressed. Before he left I couldn’t see exactly what he did, but it seemed like he grabbed her and pulled her close. He said “remember, this is the last time, we’re done after tonight.” Through the blanket I saw her nod. Haha. Well, that turned out to be bullshit. :)

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