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 come to 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 home tonight. "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 same way: 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??

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 time to the desperate fucking going on beneath her. What was wrong with her, she chastised herself

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

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

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

some sober 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 some sweats, go take a shower, and then find the least sexy way she could