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I listen to her every night. Whatever time she gets back, whoever she\u2019s with, I\u2019m there, eager cock in my hand, desperate to hear her doing unspeakable things to someone who I wish was me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hear them laughing in the corridor, my housemate and the man she\u2019s brought back. He\u2019s got a deep voice that compliments her husky drawl. I\u2019ve been lying on my back in bed, waiting for her. As I always do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She goes out every Friday and Saturday night. She must go to clubs, though she doesn\u2019t frequent the usual student places. Every time she goes out wearing a tight leather trousers or a short red dress, she comes back with someone. Usually a man, but sometimes a woman. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She put up two eyelets above her door when she moved in. I asked her about them after she\u2019d been giving me study advice in the corridor, and she said they\u2019d been there when she moved in. I didn\u2019t say anything, but I looked at all the rooms when I arrived, and I don\u2019t remember seeing them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTake your clothes off.\u201d Gemma\u2019s voice is warm and authoritative, even through the wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hasten to comply, stripping off my boxer shorts under the duvet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDemanding, aren\u2019t you?\u201d There is the sound of clothes crumpling onto the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I do this sometimes, playing along with whatever she\u2019s doing, imagining it\u2019s me she picked. But I\u2019m quiet. These walls are ridiculously thin. I can hear everything. When Gemma masturbates, on the days she doesn\u2019t go out, I hear her every moan and sigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d Her voice is teasing. \u201cI demand that you hold up your arms.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He laughs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I slide my hands up the sheets. The cotton sheets rub along my skin, the smallest friction but it feels like a burn and it sensitises me. I imagine I can hear Gemma pacing around him. I fantasise I\u2019m there and she\u2019s moving around me, securing ropes around my wrists and slipping the other ends through those eyelets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSpread your legs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I do as she says and my feet are now at the corners of the bed. Spread-eagled under the duvet, if someone saw me they\u2019d just think I slept like a bed hog. Except my cock is making a bulge. Just the sound of her commands makes me hot and hard, especially since I\u2019ve been anticipating this since I she smiled at me in the corridor earlier on her way out. She was wearing a short dress made elegant by its high neckline and pattern of flowers and birds. It was so tight you could easily see the outline of her every curve. I tried not to drink in the sight of her when I wished her a good evening. But she\u2019s a drug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He gasps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My mind blazes with what might be happening through the wall. She\u2019s grasped his naked dick and is roughly jerking it. She has a sly smile on her face, satisfied at her power. He\u2019s at her mercy, knuckles white as he holds his bonds and she plays with him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My left hand has snuck down between my legs, and my fingers are stroking along my dick. In the dark, I imagine myself her toy. I can almost deceive myself that it\u2019s her hand on me and her bonds that hold me down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMmmm. You taste delicious.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There\u2019s a wet noise and a deep groan from the man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\u2019s sucking him. He\u2019d be able to see her dress riding up since she was leaning, or even kneeling to take his length in her mouth. He would see the soft shape of her breasts from above and her blonde hair falling all around his dick. I have to stop touching myself for a second because the vision is almost too much. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s perverted, but I spit on my hand and the lubrication for an instant is a facsimile of what is going on next door. Sliding my finger and thumb firmly, I allow my foreskin to slip back and the super-sensitive underneath, the head of my cock. I do it again, and again, focusing on the top inch as I listen Gemma and her latest pick-up-toy make noises of pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A thud of hard hitting soft bangs through the air and he grunts. Gemma giggles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFuck,\u201d he says in an undertone, \u201cthat-\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another strike and he cries out again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTake it like a man. Or do I have to go easy on you?\u201d I can hear a little bit of scathing, a bit of teasing in Gemma\u2019s tone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The next smack is loud. My hand has sped up. I can\u2019t help it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\u2019s hurting him. My fingers dig into my cock and I stifle a gasp as the sharp pressure shoots into me. It\u2019s so good and so wrong to like this vicarious pleasure-pain. I don\u2019t know whether I\u2019m a sadist or a masochist, enjoying the sound of this man\u2019s discomfort as well as wanting it myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGive in. Come.\u201d She urges him and delivers another blow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I won\u2019t listen to her again. I swear. She\u2019s too much. But even as I think this, it\u2019s a lie. How many times have I said I won\u2019t? Still, I\u2019m here, cock in my hand, keeping myself on the edge, forcibly resisting orgasm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just this once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The man\u2019s breath is coming quicker now and so is mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI like to see you so desperate. I\u2019m soaked, and I\u2019m going to make you lick up all that cream.\u201d Gemma croons, even as there\u2019s smack after smack of blows, only slightly muffled by the wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That\u2019s too much. I explode, my climax wracking through me, blocking out everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hear a door close. Heavy footsteps in the corridor. I open my eyes, but it\u2019s dark. The sheet above me is sticky with come. I feel the familiar embarrassment creep across my skin, even as my dick is still semi-hard under my fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDid you enjoy that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I look around without thinking, but of course, Gemma\u2019s voice is coming through the wall. Yes, I did, I want to say. I want you to do everything to me that you did to him. I want to be yours. But I stay silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cArjun, answer me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sound of my name rips through me. She said my name, through the wall. I heard it and now I am completely still. I am paralyzed with mortification that she knew I was listening, arousal that she knows I liked it, and fear that perhaps I imagined her saying my name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I lick my lips. I want to say something. I want her to come in here and force me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There\u2019s the sound of water running. Footsteps from the corridor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cArjun.\u201d Her tone is stern and seems a bit louder, as though she\u2019s walked over to the wall that divides her room from mine. I didn\u2019t imagine that. Surely I didn\u2019t?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u201cNext time, you\u2019ll have to join in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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