1. Good walls make good neighbors, Part 2


    Date: 11/13/2014, Categories: Voyeur, Author: SirSpewalot, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    it felt as I rubbed it. I rubbed my clit, rubbed my lips, stuck fingers inside myself, just playing. I heard Connie cum with a long low moan and didn’t really pay attention. I came pretty quickly myself, and after I did I heard her rubbing herself again .” We laughed, and she continued, “Well, it’s not like I had a leg to stand on. And it’s not like I cared any more. I fell asleep after she had her second orgasm and missed the third, and when we woke up we didn’t talk about it, but we didn’t blush or get shy either. It was just something we did now, and for the next two weeks we did it nearly every night. No mention the next day, of course." "So you two were getting off listening to each other? Or just sort of in your own little worlds in the same room?" She thought for a moment and said, "A little of each from night to night. Mostly I was in my own head, but I heard her rubbing and orgasming, and that made me feel comfortable while I did it. Was it like that with you? Between us, I mean?" "Yes. I thought about making love to you a lot, of course, but also it was fun, like a game, I guess. Just comfortable, I guess, like what people just do, natural and nothing strange." “Ah, interesting. But of course, this changed soon enough. Because I was discovering my pussy, I started wondering if she was going through the same thing. That was, oh, let’s see,” and here she pretended to count on her fingers, “hmm, I guess the fifth step down my road to ruin.” We laughed and she ...
    continued, “I of course knew what she looked like. Small green-eyed blonde girl, B cup, pink nipples, pretty thick hair down there for a blonde, wide hips, a little pooch, thick thighs, just a girl, see. Plain, bland dresser, smart but not as smart as she thought she was, competitive, a little mean in the past, not someone I picked for a roomie, you know. But decent enough as a roomie. And not a friend I could ask about sex at all . But I didn’t know any other girls I could ask either, so I started thinking more and more about what she was going through. “So, after maybe a month and a half of rooming together, I started thinking about her...sexually. Yeah. That was hard at first, really hard. I didn’t like her that much...like that...not much...at all...but maybe I did after all.” She chuckled. “So there's your answer, I guess. We were a lot nicer to each other by then, becoming pretty good friends, and of course rubbing off in our beds so the other could hear. I started imagining that she was rubbing off in front of me, thighs open, letting me see everything she did while she watched me doing the same. Oh, the first time I did that I came hard . I actually squealed a little, I think, and Connie came pretty hard that night too, I think. “Then after a couple of evenings I imagined, wow, reaching over...and holding her breasts while she rubbed off for me...and reaching down to feel her...thrust two fingers up inside her to feel her wet pussy squeeze them when she came...and when I came ...
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