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The hallway upstairs was darker than I expected.
The music from downstairs was muffled now, just a dull bass vibrating through the floor. Most of the bedroom doors were closed already.
I slowed as we reached the middle of the hallway.
There.
One door halfway down was shut, a thin strip of light spilling out from underneath it.
I didn’t need to hear anything yet to know.
Claire.
Kelly bumped lightly into my arm behind me.
“So… which room are we taking so we can… talk?” she asked with a small grin.
I forced myself to keep walking and pointed to the door right next to the closed one.
“That one should work.”
Kelly didn’t question it. She just followed me inside.
The room was small and dim, clearly someone’s actual bedroom that had been abandoned for the party. A desk lamp glowed faintly on a dresser, casting warm light across an unmade bed.
Kelly shut the door behind us.
For a second we just stood there.
Then she stepped closer.
“So,” she said, sliding her hands up my chest, “looks like I finally get your attention tonight.”
I laughed quietly, though my mind was still half in the hallway.
She leaned in and kissed me.
At first it was slow and teasing, but Kelly clearly wasn’t interested in taking things slowly for long. Her hands moved quickly, tugging my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere behind us.
Then she worked at my khakis, unbuckling my belt and pushing them down in one smooth motion to reveal my rock hard member. Luckily she didn’t know that most of the hardness came from my excitement that I was in the room next door to the one Claire was about to be fucked in.
Kelly’s eyes flicked downward, and even a glimpse of awe.
“Wow,” she said with a surprised little laugh as she starred grasping my dick. “You’re actually quite big, Ethan.”
I shrugged awkwardly, my attention already drifting. I was around 6.5 inches fully hard, and I knew I never had a problem wielding it or women getting pleasure from it. It had just been several weeks since I used it last.
Kelly put her lips to my cock and started sucking, as I felt the immense pleasure of a woman’s lips that I lacked for the last six weeks when I was obsessing over Claire.
But the enjoyment only lasted a few seconds, because through the wall beside us, I heard something.
A laugh.
A muffled voice.
Then the faint creak of a bed shifting against the wall.
My pulse jumped immediately. But Kelly didn’t seem to notice.
She pushed me back onto the mattress and climbed up beside me, kissing me again while her hands wandered confidently. One piece of clothing after another disappeared onto the floor.
I tried to focus on her. I really did.
But every few seconds another sound slipped through the wall from Claire and her guy.
Movement.
The bedframe shifting.
And then-
A laugh.
Claire’s.
Soft, breathless, unmistakable.
With these cheaply built off-campus houses, the walls were ridiculously thin. I was hearing things far clearer than I ever had back in the dorms.
Gluck-gluck-gluck
“Oh fuck you suck cock so good”, I heard the guy Claire was with moan.
Meanwhile, I completely forgot that I had a hot blonde of my own latched to my dick, as Kelly glanced up at me for a second with a playful grin.
“Is it me or are you even harder now?” she said with laugh.
For a moment I forced myself to stay in the moment. Trying to enjoy Kelly’s mouth, her tongue swirling on my tip while her lips acted as a vacuum.
But then Claire’s voice came through the wall again.
“Mmmm. Bend me over and take me like you own me.”
“Want me to get a condom?”
“Fuck no.”
God damn it.
Within seconds, the sound of their pound session was heard loud and clear.
thump-thump-THUMP-THUMP!
Meanwhile, Kelly continued her blowjob but my thoughts were entirely on Claire getting railed. I was only thinking of how hot it must look in Claire’s bedroom, her blonde hair flying everywhere, her tight ass in the air and red from being smacked, the guy thrusting away wondering how he got so lucky to fuck this hot blonde.
It was just like my sessions back in the dorm room listening to Claire, except instead of my hand I had a woman’s mouth stimulating me instead.
And then for me it was too late.
Without warning, I began erupting from my cock, an all too familar sense. I was so focused on Claire’s sounds next door, I gave no warning to Kelly as she began choking on the powerful ropes that were coming out.
“Seriously?” Kelly said between coughs, trying to get her composure back.
I ran a hand through my hair, already feeling the embarrassment creeping in, realizing what I did.
“J-just give me a second,” I said quickly, stuttering as my hand went to my dick as I tried to stroke it back up. “I can go again.”
Kelly stared at me for another moment before sliding off the bed.
“Don’t bother,” she muttered, grabbing her clothes. “Pathetic, Ethan. That might actually be the fastest I’ve ever seen.”
“Kelly-”
But she was already pulling her top back on.
“I think we’re done here.”
She walked to the door, shaking her head.
“Next time,” she added, glancing back at me, “try paying attention to the girl you’re actually with.”
Then she opened the door and disappeared into the hallway.
I’d say the room went quiet.
Except it didn’t.
If anything, it got louder, as Claire and her guy were going even harder.
smack-smack-smack
“Ooooh I like that” “You’re such a little slut, Claire” “Mmm only for guys with big cocks that can fuck me right like you.”
thud-thud-thud-thud
While I was still reeling from the way things ended with Kelly, my limp dick was getting hard again, as I realized I had now been given the best opportunity I had yet.
I had just one thin wall between me and Claire while she was getting fucked.
Two months ago I would have been mortified by the thought that crossed my mind next.
But right now it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Instead of cleaning myself up and getting dressed, I gingerly walked to the shared wall and pressed my ear to it.
The sounds were even clearer.
Like I was practically in the room with them.
I then started stroking my cock, listening to Claire and her guy. They had clearly switched from doggystyle to cowgirl now, as bed started creaking in a different rhythm as the claps sounded like Claire’s ass was hitting the guy’s thighs.
Within minutes, I came again. And then I got hard and masturbated one more time after that.
In the excitement of it all I even forgot to turn on the audio recording app I’d been using back in the dorms, something I kick myself about to this day. But I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t some of the hottest stuff I’d heard yet.
Claire was just completely subservient to this guy, letting him fuck her each and every way he knew. And while I came three times already, this guy hadn’t come once. Meanwhile, it was evident he had no difficulty giving Claire orgasms from the cries of pleasure I could hear from her.
Finally, I could tell the guy was near cumming, and Claire asked where he wanted to finish.
“On your pretty face, baby.”
I heard the sounds as Claire got off the bed, probably kneeling down in front of him to get her reward. A few seconds later, I heard the guttural moans as he finished.
“Wow.” he sighed. Clearly in bliss from the session he just got from his blonde valkyrie.
“Dude you got it in my eyes!” Claire said with a laugh.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s find a bathroom.”
I heard the two of them leave the room and head farther down the hallway, their footsteps passing right by the door where I was standing.
And then an idea hit me.
A risky one.
But probably the only chance I’d ever get.
After making sure I could hear Claire and her guy in the washroom, I quickly put my clothes on and quietly opened the bedroom door.
The poor fucker who’s room I had jacked off in was probably going to be confused by the faint white stains on his bedroom wall from my pleasure, but oh well. That’s part of the give and take when you host a college rager.
After making sure the hallway was all clear, I went right to the bedroom Claire was in, quietly opening the door.
My heart was pounding from adrenaline and just pure horniness.
Jackpot.
Beside the bed was a pair of panties. Not just any panties, but the same black lace cheeky ones I saw her casually throw in the laundry a few weeks ago. I picked it up, seeing a light white staining in the gusset, clearly from her pleasure.
There was no thinkkng twice. I slipped them into my pocket.
Then I walked calmly back into the hallway, down the stairs, and straight back into the party like nothing had happened.
Like I was some kind of low-rent James Bond.
I didn’t end up telling Claire how I felt that night.
But I did leave the party with a souvenir I definitely hadn’t expected.