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I listened to them behind the door and touched myself knowing I couldn’t go back in. I stood for a bit and then sat against the wall and then laid on my back and tried to see through the gap under the door and I could see them for a bit but then they’d move and I’d only see him and part of her leg or her foot. She was very enthusiastic and expressive with him, always out of breath and giddy, looking at him with such admiration. I thought back to our exchange before they kicked me out.
“I’m kinda by myself over here”, I’d said as I sat on the floor looking up at them. The lights were dim and some Sabrina Carpenter playlist droned on at low volume.
“Yeah I bet”, she breathed, too busy with him to look at me. It’d been a while since I’d seen her have sex and it was sort of making me jittery. Or maybe it was just because I haven’t cum or gotten erect in a little over a month and this uncaged freedom was unfamiliar to me.
“I feel kinda nervous”, I said, vying for her attention.
“You’re always nervous” she replied.
“I think I maybe wanna stop for a bit”
“That’s fine”
“Yeah I think we should stop for a bit”
“It’s okay baby”
I was relieved at realizing I still held some control over things, but she didn’t seem to be getting up or attempting to explain to whatshisname that he has to leave.
“Hun?” I said
“Mmm?” her mouth too full of him to make words.
“Are we stopping?” I asked. A pop as she pulled her mouth off of him.
“Yeah, take as long as you need” she barely glanced over as she said this.
“What about you?” I asked
“What about me?”
“Can you stop too?”
“Why?”
“Please?”
“What?”
“Can we take a break?”
She said nothing for so long I decided that she must’ve not heard me.
“Hun?”
She still said nothing, sometimes she doesn’t hear me when I talk to her.
“Hun?”
He glanced over at me and I avoided his gaze as I really started to feel awkward.
“Can we stop now please?”, I tried again, vying now for her pity.
“Go wait outside in the other room if it’s too much” she said this quickly and firmly without looking at me.
“What?” I said feeling a pang in my chest.
“Go away” She gets like this when she’s really in the mood. Her usually kind and sensitive demeanor replaced by determination and confidence, sometimes at my expense.
“Honey please, can you please?”
She takes him out of her mouth and starts to climb on top of him.
“Please?” I try feeling like a broken record.
“Go to the other room”
“With you?”
“Just go. Go.”
“I’m not comfortable anymore, I want you to stop too” I say this knowing it’s out of my hands now. It was probably always out of my hands.
“That’s too bad” she says this smiling a bit, still not looking at me but at him.
“You’re not gonna stop?”
“No”
“Please?”
She looks at me now and says “Baby come on, don’t do this”
“Do what?”
“Just come back later, okay?”
I stand up off the floor and sort of sway a bit, not wanting to leave, wanting to stay and watch no matter how much it affects me.
“When?” I ask, stalling.
“Whenever”
“When?”
“When you’re done being a crybaby”
“What?”
“An hour”
“An hour?”
“Mm”
“You sure?”
“Or stay but be quiet” she said probably thinking calling me a crybaby was harsh.
“Are you okay?”
“He feels so good”
“Do I make you feel good?” I said, knowing asking her to compare the two of us was the dumbest thing I could ask at this moment.
“Honey, go away, wait outside or sit down and be quiet” her voice had risen and she was looking directly at me now. He had stopped what he was doing to her as well.
“But do I make you feel good?”
“I’m gonna make him kick you out, fuck off”
“I just wanna know, please?”
“Can you get him out?” she whispers to him and he moves to get up and I panic.
“No” I say walking to the door
“Yeah” she smiles playfully
“No I’m leaving okay?”
“Lock it” I hear her say as the door shuts.
Now it’s been an hour or two and I’d cum listening to them and watching them from under the door gap. I’d retired to the couch and had drifted off until I feel a gentle warm kiss on my head. He must’ve left by now and she’d come to give me aftercare. I feel the bright glare of the lamp with my eyes closed and I turn to kiss her proper. But my mouth feels something that isn't her mouth, instead I feel a soft wetness and know immediately she’s hovering above my face to feed me his load.