My college roommate | 2016

In my first year of university I shared a small apartment with another girl from my home town. We weren't exactly friends in high school but both of us were entering the same program so we thought it made sense to rent an apartment together. I didn't want to live in a dorm and I thought sharing an apartment with someone would help me adjust to life in the big city.

Big mistake.

We argued and we fought constantly. I thought she was a slob who never picked up after herself. She tought I was an uptight prude who did nothing but study all the time. She constantly had her boyfriend over and they had sex every night. The walls were paper thin and our bedrooms were right across from one another with only a narrow hallway between them so I could hear everything.

And I mean everything.

Not just moaning and screaming and such, but I could hear her direct her boyfriend when he went down on her. Higher! Lower! Faster! No! More gently! Same thing when she was the one going down on him. The first couple of months were hell. I knew everything about their sex life: how often, how long, their favorite position, everything!

But then they broke up.

Such sweet relief! For two whole weeks I finally had peace and quiet! I could sleep! They wouldn't keep me up every night until one in the morning with their love making anymore! Besides, the break up really mellowed her and for the first time since we moved in we started hanging out together, watching tv and movies until late at night.

And then the sex started again...

She went out to a club on a Friday night while I decided to stay in. At four in the morning I get woken up by a loud moaning sound. At first I thought I was dreaming. This can't be! They broke up! Please please don't let them have gotten back together!

I slowly woke up and I looked outside my bedroom door... My God she's right there! My door is open, her door is open, there's just enough light for me to make out the silhouettes of two people fucking in her bed! She usually had the decency to at least close her bedroom door... but not that night.

I watched them fuck.

What else is there to do at four in the morning? I didn't want to get up and close the door so I pretended I was still asleep. But I saw them go at it. First missionary, then doggy. I could see her with her hands on the top of the headboard. Her back was arched and she was pushing her ass against him when he fucked her. She moaned and screamed like she always did, but he was different... It took me a while to realize that this wasn't her old boyfriend.

The next day I got up early and got out of there before they woke up. When I got back home she was alone and we watched a movie. About halfway through I finally told her that I'd seen her have sex the night before.

"I thought you did. I figured you wouldn't have slept through that!"

"But then why didn't you close the door?"

"At first I just forgot. He was in such a hurry to fuck me! But then I kind of liked it. I liked thinking that you were watching us"

From then on, she always kept her door open. And mine too.

She didn't bring home that many guys, maybe a couple every month. Some were there only one night, others stuck around for a week or two before they broke it off. Most of them never knew I was watching them. One or two did, but they seemed to like it. They'd stare at me with this goofy grin at breakfast the next morning. Maybe they thought they were trying to seduce me but that would never happen.

But I liked watching her fuck.

I had only had one boyfriend and I was still very self-conscious in bed. She was so unhinibited it felt liberating. I stared at her for hours. She could just pull a guys pants off and start sucking him right there. Or she'd bend over right in front of him so the only thing he could see was her ass. Sometimes she made sure she could look back at me when they fucked. It made me feel like I was almost in the bed with them. I never really liked any of the guys she brought home, but I liked how much she loved sex.

We shared that apartment for another year before she met a guy and moved in with him. I got another roommate after that. I sometimes kept my bedroom door open, but she always fucked quietly behind her closed door.