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

(Already posted to [r/sluttyconfessions](https://www.reddit.com/r/sluttyconfessions/) but someone said I should put this here too. Enjoy!)

I have wanted to share this story for a long time, but I want to compose it properly, because I think about it all the time, and it probably has something to do with the fact I am constantly horny and thinking about sex lol. But who knows, chicken or the egg. The sex part of this is all over 18, of course…

Being super shy and quiet throughout my youth, the whole awakening to boys and sex was fascinating to me, and I loved whatever attention I got from guys. But, per usual, I was disappointed that they always seemed too hesitant to make a move. I was friendly with the chess club/band geek type, and no shirt seemed to be tight enough, or skirt short enough, to get one of these oogling doofuses to move in, bless them, no matter how obvious I would hint. So. Annoying. And I was much to timid to make the first move. Also, unfortunately, I was too bookish to get much attention from the sports dudes (even though there was a consensus among jeering jocks in the hallway that I was a solid “8.5”). If they only knew what a filthy slut-bucket mind I had, or about the little furnace constantly burning between my thighs, maybe I would have got a second thought. Alas, for intimacy, I was doomed to rely on my poor hairbrush, which suffered unrelenting abuse throughout my senior year of high school. I had had just enough experience to know it insufficient it was compared to the real thing.

So by the time I started my freshman year of college I was seriously repressed sexually, and, the excitement of moving onto a campus with a thousand young men was almost overwhelming. I was determined to reinvent myself…to be more outgoing and socially adventurous. I wasn’t going to be slutty, just more easygoing and more responsive. When invited to a party, I would go. When given a drink, I would at least take a few sips.

My first crush hit me on the first day of classes. James’ blue eyes struck me just as he walked into the classroom, and I held my gaze for just a sliver too long. Oops! He started walking over. [Cringe!] But he was handsome with wavy brown hair and his polo shirt was snug enough to subtly reveal his well-developed chest and shoulders. He took a seat next to me and proved to be delightfully silly and irreverent. I smiled easily. He was just the kind of egghead I would befriend and fall for, only to be stuck in limbo forever, and then watch as floozy moves in on him. I wanted to be that floozy. On the second day of class he told a pretty good joke, and I put my hand on his leg. Just for a second. It was good progress, but I needed encouragement. Fortunately, I was blessed with a hoot of a roommate.

Susan was from down south and was instantly likable with her Georgia peach drawl. She and I were very similar physically – both about 5’2″ and 100 lbs. We both had shoulder-length brown hair, wide shoulders, and little boobs (although I was a bit more endowed in that dept). She had all of the intellectual might I required in someone who would prove to be an admirable collegiate study partner. But, more importantly, she had the natural proclivity to flirt, tease, and outright provoke just about any young man who caught her fancy. She could hand it back. While I was intimidating to men for my meekness, she was intimidating for her inexhaustible wit and sarcasm, yet still somehow magnetic to guys. (Her perfect little round ass didn’t hurt.)

I would come to learn Susan’s mind was as filthy as mine, and was able to open up to her about sex early in our friendship. I asked her “how do you get a guy to make a move?” She said “just show him some bush!” lol, and she spread her legs quick. At first I didn’t realize it, but she absolutely wasn’t joking. She had way more experience than me, and sort of reveled in my curiosity (and naivete) as she explained the in’s and outs while we lied in bed late into the night. One day at lunch I asked her how to give a good blowjob, and I’ll never forget her wry smile. Knowing my plight, she agreed to be my mentor.

Over the next couple weeks I was doing my best to flirt with various guys on campus. Neither was advancing as quickly as I was hoping :( Anyway, I’ll get to the good stuff.

My mentoring with Susan was fast-tracked about the third week on campus. Susan’s father was kind enough to build us a toe-to-toe loft that stretched the width of the little dorm room. While lying down you were pretty close to the ceiling, so you couldn’t really tell if someone was up there or not. This feature would come into play one Tuesday night. It was about 9:30 pm, which may seem like an early bedtime, but for me, who had found herself in the room alone, it was time to don jammies, snuggle up under the covers, and nestle into a long and intimate session with my overworked hairbrush (who by now should have been suing for reparations). The lights were off, the bed was cozy, and I was well into warming up when I heard giggling outside the door. It was Susan. And some guy. I froze.

Discovering the door was locked, Susan fumbled with her keys and opened the door. The two burst into the room. The door slammed and the dead bolt turned. I was quiet as a mouse. Susan shrieked and laughed, and it sounded as if she had been lifted up and pounded back into the wall. Then, I’ll never forget the words: “So, you think you’re going to get away with that, huh?”

Holy shit. It was James!

Susan was playfully pleading “oh my god!, no, stop it! what are you doing!”

Then it got quiet. I tried to peak down through a tiny crack in the bedspread. She moaned. I think I saw his hand up her skirt(!) I was petrified. He said “oh you want it bad tonight, don’t you, you little slut.”(!) She chirped “mmm…maybe, why, you wanna give it to me?” (I’ve mused about this so many times. I know this is exactly what they said.)

Susan was breathing heavily. He grunted “where is your little roommate?” She said I was gone for the night. I realized I had told her I was going to (maybe!) watch a movie off campus, which wouldn’t end until midnight.

I was horrified.

I couldn’t do anything. I wasn’t going to jump up out of the covers *now*. I could only hide out and pretend to be sleeping. Worst case I could say I slept through it and didn’t hear a thing.

I heard the click of James unbuckling his belt. I kept peeking and was able to make an opening in the covers enough to clearly see, although it was very dim – just some Christmas decorations for lighting. James was grumbling something into Susan’s ear. It sounded harsh and dirty. I was trying to make it out. Suddenly, I realized I was looking right at Susan.

(!)

Susan’s mouth was gaping in surprise. I reflexively pulled the covers down. “Oh my god,” I thought. I felt awful having to interrupt them like this. I didn’t want to get out of bed and face them, but I knew I had to. It’s true, I wasn’t supposed to be there. Even so, I seemed to have suffered from my paralysis, and just hid there under the covers. Then I heard Susan whisper…

“mmm…it’s so hard.”

Omg I peeked out from under the covers again and Susan was looking right at me with that wry smile. She winked. Then she descended to her knees, turned him so I was looking at their profile, and took hold of his stiff cock(!)

I basically died. But I had to keep watching. She closed her eyes and slowly enveloped his cock. It was like an amazingly gentle embrace, and she was like worshiping his dick with her mouth as she easily bobbed back and forth. I was getting first rate mentoring!

“Oh fuck you’re so fucking good” he said. She was slurping and it seemed a bit sloppy but really controlled. She kept sucking him like this, and I kept watching, mesmerized, and let my middle finger slide between my little lips and lightly hover over my clit. The sensation sent shockwaves through my body as I was already aroused from touching myself earlier. I watched her alternate between her hand and her mouth, sort of stroking for a bit and then sucking. His moaning was so hot, and he kept looking down at her, and she was looking up at him. I lazily played with my wet little smoldering twat as I watched her suck and stroke James. Then she was quickly jerking the end of his dick. He grunted something and he grabbed her hair and pulled her up. She reluctantly let go of his dick.

He grabbed her and shoved her against the door. He pushed the middle of her back with his forearm and flipped the back of her skirt up over her back, revealing her bare ass. “No, James, wait! Stop!” He was about to push it in her anyway! Susan knew I was right there! She could just call out to me and it would be over! But she didn’t. I continued to be frozen. He kicked off his pants, and sort of tripped. Susan turned and escaped to the side, then scurried under the loft.

James finally got his pants off and pulled off his shirt, revealing his six pack. He was totally ripped. Stark naked, he walked under the loft and said “well well, you’re going to get it now.” Susan said “no, James I’m not ready. I want to suck you.”

They tussled on the futon under the loft and it flopped down with a bang, so it became a bed. She squealed and then kept saying “no, wait, James, no!” but was also laughing. Omg I was so turned on. They kept fighting right underneath me. He said, “alright, if that’s how you want it.” I couldn’t tell what he was doing, but it wasn’t sex. They were just like wrestling like kids.

Then Susan ran toward the door. Her hands were tied behind her back with what could have been James’ shirt. She sort of pressed her chest and face against the door. Her back was arched and her glorious bare ass gleamed for the taking, swaying slightly. I almost gasped and covered my mouth. James sauntered up behind her.

I took my hairbrush and held it against my eager lips. James approached her and took his stance, then reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her whole head back and to the side. He grunted something in her ear and I was desperate to know what, but couldn’t hear. He kept mumbling as I wiggled the handle in, now poised at the entrance. I remember thinking “oh god yes please fuck her” but he wouldn’t shut up and just do it! Finally I think he said something bad little sluts getting fucked. Then, FINALLY he pushed it in and I did too.

My whole body became drenched in pleasure feeling the fullness inside me, and I just watched his muscular ass thrust and moved my brush in-kind with the rhythm. She was moaning in the same rhythm ‘uh, uh, uh.’ He kept fucking her and grabbed her hair again. His voice was raspy and his lips pressed against her ear. This time I could hear. He said something like “god you feel so fucking good…your tight little whore pussy…you’re going to get it so hard tonight.”

He released her head and spanked her ass really hard, then again, and again, then he grabbed her hips with both hands and started thrusting like really hard and reflexively…like a jack hammer. It was almost like she was going to get pounded through the door. And then he kept going like that and kept smacking her, and she started moaning. Her bound arms were sort of writhing behind her back. I just had never been so wanting to get fucked so bad, but kept completely silent as I worked my pussy in tandem. I couldn’t even really keep up with my brush because it would make slurpy sounds and I was afraid they would hear, so I had to make really short quivering strokes. I couldn’t believe it, he just kept going like that. She was moaning in a sort of crescendo, and finally it escalated, and she was shrieking in ecstasy, and I realized I was totally over the edge and just waited for my orgasm to arrive like a tsunami.

And did it ever. Holy fuck. I just lay there convulsing as silently as possible and forgot about what was going on down below for the next minute or two.

When I finally peeked again it had gone sedate. She was snuggled up to him whispering something. He reached around and untied her arms. They flopped down on the futon and started talking and playing around some more. After a few minutes I heard the characteristic slurping and realized she was going down again lol. I listened to them suck/fuck on and off for 2.5 straight hours and then he left. She didn’t say anything to him about me being there the whole time.

We talked about it after and it was the beginning of a fun and exhilarating partnership. There is so much more to write but I’m going to stop and post and maybe explain more in comments.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gzqdwa/my_roommatef_had_sex_in_our_dorm_room_and_knew_i