Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

One Little Moan: 1

She woke to the sound of fucking and it changed everything. Enjoy

Taylor woke to the rhythmic rocking of her bunk bed as it swayed slightly. For a moment she thought it was an

earthquake, but then she realized it was even worse than that: her roommate Sara had brought her boyfriend

back to their dorm room to fuck. Taylor was mortified as she connected those dots. For half a minute she lay

there silently, hoping they would cto their senses and stop, or finish or whatever. They didn't though. They

just kept thrusting and breathing heavily as whatever guy was in her bed with Sara, used her body and

hammered it against the mattress.

It was kind of impressive that he was making the bed move at all, she reflected. It was bolted to the wall and

she'd never felt it move at all before tonight. They were doing their very best to be quiet, but as the fucking

continued, She heard Sara moan soflty underneath the assault of her current boyfriend, or whoever it was she'd

brought htonight. "That's right baby, cum for daddy," someone growled, just quiet enough that she could

hear the words but quiet enough that she couldn't recognize the voice.

"Shhhh," Sara whispered, "Mmmmy roommate is... oh fuck... she's sleeping. You have to... have to... Ohhhh."

Before she could moan so loudly that someone in the hallway could hear her cum, her lover very thoughtfully

covered her mouth to mute the sound. "That's right slut," he gloated quietly. "You just cum a couple more times

and get addicted to this dick and then I'll give you what you need..." Taylor wanted to do something, anything, to

stop the lovers and interrupt their little sex session, but any idea she had always ended up the sway: with

her dealing with a very awkward roommate situation for the rest of the year. Taylor just didn't have it in her for

that sort of confrontation. She could barely tell pan handlers no afterall - she was hopeless, and this was entirely

out of her wheelhouse.

As she lay there indecisively worrying about consequences an even bigger problem made itself known to her:

she was getting turned on. It was bad enough that she was having to deal with something so unspeakably rude,

but for her body to betray her like this while it was happening? It was too much. As she lay there Taylor's nipples

hardened and her labia moistened uncomfortably as she struggled with the feeling of butterflies welling up deep

inside her. She was a good girl. Even as a twenty year old sophomore she didn't watch porn or date guys that

wanted to do more than a little kissing. Why was the lewd and vulgar act of her roommate fucking just a few feet

underneath her turning on her virgin body like this??

Slowly, and almost against her will, Taylor's hand drifted down to her white cotton panties. She couldn't help

herself. Something about the situation was making her vagina ache, and even though she knew she shouldn't do

this, her hand ended up in her panties, with her fingertips making small circles around her clit in tto the

desperate fucking going on beneath her. What was wrong with her, she chastised herself as she spread her legs

wider and began moving a little faster. What sort of woman would get turned by this? The answer unfortunately

was, her. She lay there conflicted, imagining what it would be like to be fucked by this nameless stranger while

she played with her soaking slit. In the morning she could feel guilty about it she decided, but it felt too good to

stop tonight.

All three of them were lost in their own private heaven for another minute or two before Sara's lover finally

groaned, "here it is bitch. You're going to take my cum now whether you like it or not." Sara didn't say no or try

to stop him, instead she just whimpered while he blew his load inside of her. It was that image that pushed her

over the edge. Taylor rarely masturbated, especially since she'd lost most of her privacy by moving into the

dorms, but something about the image of being flooded by a stranger's semen like that something that was

happening so close to her that she could practically smell it... It was too much. With a tiny little moan that

squeaked out of her throat before she could bite down on her knuckle, the best orgasm of her young life washed

over her.

Taylor's body went rigid and her hips spasmed twice, but except for that one little moan she was perfectly silent.

Even when it was over and she was laying there in an afterglow riddled with guilt she managed to control her

breathing while the lovers in the bed below her gasped and kissed.

"God | love your dick," Sara panted.

"I know you do." he gloated, "All sluts love a dick this good."

"Hehe," Sara laughed, "Can | keep it?"

"We'll see slut," he answered drowsily, "we'll see."

The lovers fell asleep after that leaving Taylor alone with her shame. She lay there for twenty minutes reflecting

on everything that had happened. That she'd been right next to other people while they had sex, that it had

turned her on, and that she'd masturbated with other people in the room. The orgasm had felt amazing, but now

she just wanted to cry. She couldn't though, because if she made any noise they'd know what she did, and she'd

never live it down. Even that little squeak she'd made had been bad enough; thank god they hadn't heard that or

she would have killed herself on the spot. Instead she lay there quietly, worrying herself in circles until she fell

back asleep. Her sleep was restless and though she didn't remember them when she woke up, she definitely had

sex dreams the rest of the night. When Taylor woke up, it was to a bright and empty room. The best things about

Thursdays were that Sara had classes all day and so Taylor had the room all to herself as much as she wanted.

She was so turned on that she considered playing with herself again. A spike of judgment and shshot

through her at the urge though. If she did that, she'd have to acknowledge that last night really happened - that

she'd really done what she did. Instead of pretending that was just a bout of temporary madness, she'd have to

admit that listening to her roommate getting fucked had turned her on enough to act like that.

She balled up her fists in defiance and sat up. The last thing she needed right now was another orgasm she

decided as she sat up. What she needed was a cold shower and ssober reflection on what had happened if

she didn't want to end up a complete slut like her Sara. Taylor got out of bed and started down the ladder,

wearing only a baggy t-shirt and her plain panties. She was going to put on ssweats, go take a shower, and

then find the least sexy way she could think of to spend her morning, which probably meant math homework. At

least that was the plan until halfway down the ladder she suddenly heard a voice that wasn't supposed to be

there.

"Damn girl." he said, "Sara toldshe had a roommate. She didn't say that roommate was a hottie though."

Taylor took the last two steps on the ladder so she could see, and there was the mystery man still in Sara's bunk.

Taylor blushed as hard as she ever had in her life as she realized she was practically naked in front of a man for

the first tin her life. Not just a stranger either - a well muscled half naked man lounging around in his boxers.

Taylor swallowed hard, unable to turn away for a moment as his indecent image burned its way into her mind. He

was tall, and slim with dark hair. He was definitely skind of athlete. He was just shy of a six pack with no tan

lines to speak of, and... That was when she realized she was staring, and turned away, blushing a little harder, if

that was possible.

"What- what are you doing... You're not supposed to be..." Taylor stammered.

This only made the stranger laugh. "Relax babe. You're Taylor right? I'm Kevin, but you can callKev."

"Kevin? Why are you in my room?" She asked, almost choking on the words as she looked studiously away from

him. Kevin responded by standing up and taking a step towards her.