THUMP... THUMP... THUMP...
What the hell?! Sitting up I blindly reached for my phone to check the time. 2.07 am. Disorientated and exhausted I tried to work out what had woken me so abruptly,
THUMP... THUMP... THUMP...
Bloody hell Rosie! It may have been a while but I knew the sound of fucking and from the way the headboard was hitting the wall she was getting one hell of a ride. Pulling the duvet off my body I started to get out of bed, intent on seeking refuge in the living room but as the thumping rhythm picked up I heard her cries of encouragement through the wall and something in me stopped. Intrigued, I pressed my ear to the wall and was rewarded with another cry of pleasure.
"God Jay, I'm going to cum! Keep fucking me you beautiful bastard! Yes... Yes... More... Harder... Fuck, FUCKKKKKKK!"
Pressing my fist to my mouth to suppress my gasps I listened through the ridiculously thin walls as Rosie came like a steam roller. Between her cries, the headboard smacking the wall, the squeaking of the mattress springs and my heartbeat banging like a drummer I struggled to hear her partner.
For some reason I was desperate to hear him cum, Richard always came with a little gasp and I had always suspected that that wasn't normal. By now my nipples were like bullets and I was desperate to get myself off but I had to hear him first. On and on he kept fucking her relentlessly, from her soft whimpers I knew she was about to cum a second time and still he was silent.
Unable to take it a second longer I slid my fingers into my knickers and began rubbing my clit in frantic circles. It wasn't enough. Shifting my body I spread my knees deeper into the pillows and thrust my other hand between my legs, pushing two fingers into my eager pussy.
My upper body pressed into the wall as I finger fucked myself, my nipples hardened to the point of pain rubbed against the wall and I could feel the thumping pulse of the headboard flow through it into my body. I thrust my fingers as he thrust into Rosie, desperate to keep his rhythm even though it was much faster than I usually masturbated. Her soft cries gained momentum and she began yelling in earnest,
"NOW... OH GOD, OH GOD... FUCK ME, FUCK ME... YESSSSSSSSS!"
Frantically I thrust a third finger into my pussy and sobbed as my orgasm broke. I slumped against the wall as my body shook, my gulping breathing loud enough to wake the dead. I pulled my shaking hand from my throbbing clit and pressed it to my lips to stifle the noise, tasting myself in the process.
Determined to stay with him, I pumped my other hand into my spasming pussy and slid my wet fingers into my mouth, sucking and fucking myself with abandon. Without a doubt this was the dirtiest, horniest experience of my life and I didn't want it to end but judging by the deep grunts coming from next door I knew he was close.
Pulling my fingers from my clasping pussy I gently stroked my clit as I heard him cum, a deep bellow of satisfaction that seemed to go on forever. Sliding back down on the damp pillows I licked my fingers clean and stretched. My body was ready for another orgasm but I wanted to hold on to this feeling for a while longer. Hearing them fucking had awoken my libido from hibernation and I desperately wanted to make up for lost time.
I had never had an orgasm as intense as this one, ever and I had Rosie's playmate to thank. His deep throated cry as he came proved that Richard's feeble squeak of pleasure was just the tip of the iceberg and I could only imagine what Rosie must have felt being on the receiving end. She hadn't said she was seeing anyone so for all I knew he was a one night stand, never to be repeated.
The thought made me sad, my foray into quasi voyeurism had triggered the hottest orgasm of my life and I wanted a repeat performance. Just by mimicking his rhythm, my fingers had brought me bone deep satisfaction. I shivered as I tried to imagine how good it would feel to have his cock driving into me with the same intensity.
Grinning I stretched again and felt my juices trickling down my thighs, I still couldn't believe how hard I had cum and all from listening to my best friend getting nailed next door. I remembered my ex's face as he'd called me frigid and uninspiring in bed and fought the urge to laugh. Mystery Man would definitely feature in my next few masturbatory sessions that was for damn sure, for all I knew he could look like Quasimodo and he was already the best lover I had never had.
Feeling better than I had in months, I leapt from the bed and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. As I passed Rosie's door I heard soft snores and smiled, I'd heard that great sex equalled great sleep which probably explained my insomnia. That was another thing I could happily lay at Richard's door, the man could bore me into a coma during the day but couldn't even fuck me to sleep at night.
Filling a glass I drank it all before refilling and leaning back against the counter, why had I stayed with him for so long? With hindsight I knew I had never really loved him and I wasn't sure that I had even liked him yet I'd almost married the man! I was almost grateful that he'd cheated because if he hadn't I probably would have stayed with him, oblivious to everything I was missing out on.
One night at Rosie's and I had already experienced more passion than in 8 years with my former fiancé, albeit by myself. Raising my glass of water I toasted to my future, a Richard free zone with as many orgasms as I could handle. I almost choked as Rosie's door opened and he walked out, tall, dark and rumpled.
His dark hair was mussed and obscured his face but aside from a pair of navy boxers he was naked. I swallowed as I took in his body, muscled but not overdone like he worked out by running or cycling and not like he spent his life in the gym. His chest had a smattering of hair which tapered down to his navel and... beyond. I shouldn't be looking at him, he was Rosie's but I couldn't stop.
I wanted to run away and hide but the open plan layout of the flat gave me no hiding place, my only exit was past him. I stood like a statue and prayed he was headed for the bathroom but he ambled towards me. Shit.
"Hi there"
He stopped abruptly and blinked, obviously he was unaware that Rosie had a new roommate. Smiling to mask my embarrassment I tried again,
"Do you want a glass of water?"
He was staring at me, his dark eyes searching my face as if he was trying to process my features. I filled a glass and handed it to him. He was at least alert enough to take it from me and I smiled. I watched him as he drank, close up I could see just how attractive he was, his lips were full but not ridiculously so and they seemed to balance out against the strong line of his jaw. He looked delicious, he looked like a real man. He placed the glass on the counter next to me and ran his hands through his hair, brushing it off his face. He looked really familiar.
"Jake?"
He stepped closer and squinted. I was beginning to get nervous when he suddenly broke into a huge grin,
