Good walls make good neighbors, Part 2

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Angela lay next to me as we relaxed after going down on each other. After a minute she looked up at me and asked, “Do you always listen to your neighbors?”“Hell no,” I chuckled. “You were the first. I was asleep the first time so it took me by surprise, otherwise I’d have left.” “I liked hearing you when I was with Bill. Did you know what I looked like?” “No.” “What did you imagine?” “Everything. Snow white to jet black and every shade of brown in between, but always with a juicy pink center. What about you?” “Oh, I saw you soon enough. I kept my ears out until I heard you leave after the second or third day. You were cute enough so I didn’t mind that. I was afraid you’d be really hideous!” We laughed and I asked, “I never thought I’d be turned on by listening to someone else masturbating.” “Oh, I’ve done it before.” “Really!” She smiled, “Yes, in high school I went to a boarding school. My roommate my senior year rubbed off constantly. You want to hear about it?””Of course.””Short version or long version?””Which is better?””Baby, you want the long version. I’ll treat ya good.”I smiled, “Okay.””But you have to promise to actually listen.””Okay.””And hands on me, not on yourself.”I blinked a little and said, “Okay.”She smiled, “Good. So anyway, yes, she rubbed off a lot. I did too, but never with anyone else around. In the shower, usually, or really late at night. But Connie used to masturbate so she could fall asleep.”Here Angela curled up next to me and glanced down at my cock, then smiled up at me and kissed me, then continued, “The first month we lived together she waited until she thought I was asleep. Sometimes I was, but my second week I wasn’t sleeping well. I heard her covers start moving quietly one night, and pretty soon I knew what she was doing. She was pretty quiet, but I heard her bed creak a couple of times at the end. “I was pretty irritated that first time. I didn’t want to confront her but I wanted her to stop, so when she finished I coughed once and rolled over. I almost laughed when I heard her gasp, but I went back to sleep pretty quickly. That time it didn’t turn me on at all, you know.” She looked down at my hardening cock and smiled, “You really like this, don’t you?” I nodded and she said, “Okay, every woman loves a man who listens to her!” We laughed and she lightly ran her index finger in a circle on the underside of my cock. “So, the next two nights I slept really soundly, but the next night after that I was sleeping lightly again. About midnight maybe I came awake.”I don’t know if you’ve experienced it, where you’re suddenly right inside the edge of sleep and you can feel your breath going in and out? You can go back to sleep if nothing disturbs you? Well, just then I heard Connie’s sheets rustling and that pulled me out of it, but I was still able to keep my breathing about the same. She didn’t realize I was awake, she told me later. So I kept breathing in and out like I had been and I listened to her. I hadn’t rubbed off for a few days myself, so I was pretty…receptive. She came pretty quickly and made just the lightest moan four times when she came; I was pretty wet by that time and just wanted to rub off.”She rubbed my cock a little more strongly and smiled as I reached around her back with my left arm and across my chest with my right arm so I could caress her breasts. “Yes, that’s right, touch me,” she said. “I didn’t want her to hear though, of course. It was private, you know? Clearly she thought so too, I thought. And she probably did, then. I just kept on breathing a bit loudly, not quite snoring but with a rough sound, and she rolled over and soon I heard her snoring. I reached down then and rubbed off; I must have imagined some actor or something, or maybe my boyfriend from the summer just past, my first and only lover. Just a quick orgasm, and I went to sleep.”I saw her eyes were bright and she was breathing quickly, almanbahis so I asked, “Do you tell this story often?””A couple of times. The boys never lasted to the end though. One of them came without either of us touching his cock, while the other couldn’t wait and jerked off.””Does it turn you on to tell me about it?”She nodded wildly, “Oh yes, it makes me really wet.””Then I’ll try to hold off.””Good boy! You’ll love your reward if you do.”She reached down and took the head of my cock between the tips of her right thumb and index finger. The index finger was on the underside of my cock head while the thumb was on top, and she gently rolled the tip of her thumb so that my head looked like it was nodding slowly. She watched it eagerly and said, “It’s a pretty toy you have for me.””All yours.””Yes, keep squeezing my tits,” she said. “Do you like them?””Of course!””Well, play with them all you want. Shall I continue?””Yes.”She looked at me sweetly and said, “So that happened a couple more times during the next week, where I rubbed off after she had rubbed off and gone to sleep. Finally, one night after she finished, I waited for her to fall asleep. I thought she was asleep, so I reached down and started rubbing lightly around my clit. Nice and gentle, and I started wondering what Connie thought about when she rubbed off.”She chuckled. “That was my first…step on the road to ruin,” and we laughed. Her nipples were erect and her chest a little flushed, and her voice had a slight rasp.”You’re getting pretty turned on.””Yes,” she said. “I really like sharing it with you.””Quite the historian.”She laughed loudly and said, “I am at that! Bringing the dead past to life for a new generation.””Don’t stop then,” I said as I reached down to caress her belly with my right hand. She continued, “I started wondering how she rubbed off. Which hand did she use? Did she just rub her clit? Side to side? Front to back? Just one finger on her clit? Maybe all her fingers? Did she stick a finger inside herself? And that…oh, how to put it? It wasn’t impersonal any more. It wasn’t just a quick release. I started getting interested in the process, you know, all the wet and sticky details.” I nodded, “Where you stop just aiming for the finish but start reveling in the process. Enjoying the feel of your body. Watching yourself. Jerking off in the mirror.” She nodded, “Yes, exactly. I started really feeling my little pussy for the first time, matching the feeling in my fingers with the feeling in my lap. It made me really hot, really wet, I mean really wet, and, oh, it was like I was falling in love with my pussy. I wanted to turn on the lights and hold a mirror down there so I could see my pussy as I made her so happy…and I came so quick and hard.”And the whole time I was nearly biting my lip off to keep quiet, and at the end I gave one massive thrust against my hand and breathed out like I’d run a race. I fell asleep with my hand on my pussy, and as I fell asleep I thought I could hear Connie rubbing off again, but I was too tired to care.” She looked down again and smiled sweetly, “You’re sure I’m not boring you? I can stop if you like.” “God, please don’t!” She laughed, “Okay.” She now put all four of her fingertips on the underside of my cock and gently, gingerly rubbed them around. “―So, the next morning we were really shy around each other. Neither of us was at all interested in talking about anything; I think we both just wanted separate rooms right about then.”And of course neither of us liked girls. I mean, come on, why would we? We were girls, you know. What could be of any interest there? I liked boys. I liked dicks, even though I’d only held two. But that was enough to know I really wanted to hold another two or three sometime soon. Preferably ones belonging to, oh, any number of movie stars.” “Not mine?” I teased her.She laughed and said, “Didn’t know ya, babe.” almanbahis yeni giriş We chuckled and she continued, “Though about that time I started thinking about the dicks themselves. I hadn’t paid that much attention to them before, you know. I was focused on what the boy’s face was doing. What he was doing for me. A hard dick was nice and really got the job done, you know, but we’d only ever been too rushed for a nice hard dick to make a real impression on me by itself.”That started changing. I started thinking back on what I could remember of holding them and playing with them, and I remembered all the details I could of the hand jobs I’d given. The next couple of days I had to go to the bathroom more than usual. I would go in after an hour stewing in my juices and give myself a quick rub as I imagined a hard dick spurting in my hands. I did that maybe three times a day, and I was still wet and ready when I went to bed. And not just hand jobs, and not really thinking about sex-sex. I was interested in seeing the dick cum, you know.”And, lucky for you, I started thinking about all the physical details and thought that maybe putting it in my mouth wasn’t disgusting. Or completely disgusting, anyway, because yeah, that was scary, and everybody said sperm tastes icky. I knew in the abstract about oral sex but I’d never been that interested in it, but now it started seeming kind of intriguing. I wanted to play with a dick until it was hard and put it in my mouth, just put it there and hold it to feel it reacting, nothing more, then pull it out when it was close and watch it spurt a hot load into my hand. And that really turned me on. The next couple of nights I held off when I went to bed, just went to sleep.”I had reached her pubic hair by this time, and she smiled and raised her left thigh so I could reach her pussy. “That’s good, darling, play with me slowly. Draw it out slowly, tease me, play along with my story.”I could smell her odor and found her hair was filled with sweat and other wetness when I touched it and said, “It always amazes me how wet a woman can get.””Yeah, me too.”We both laughed and she shifted her weight so she was fully on her side; her thighs were separated and her large breasts flowed down invitingly. In this position she had an easier reach to my cock and started rubbing me with larger motions, but still very slowly. She stopped to rub my precum around my head and with her index finger and asked, “You can hold off, can’t you?””For you I will, lover,” I said, “It’s really something.” She smiled and continued, “But the next night I was in a real state. I had had intrusive thoughts all day long about a couple of boys in my class, and I hadn’t had a chance to rub off after dinner. Big test, had to study, went to bed a bit late and exhausted. I dozed off but of course woke up when I heard Connie going at it. It was like my mind was listening for her to wake me up. My brain pulls that sort of shit all the time.” We laughed and she continued stroking her fingertips along my shaft. “Don’t cum yet, it gets really good,” she said and kissed me. “So,” she continued, “when I heard her rubbing I started rubbing too. I was on my back, and I didn’t even try that hard to keep quiet. I spread my thighs and reached down and started rubbing quietly. She gasped a little and went deathly silent, but I didn’t care. I needed to get off. I rubbed nice and softly and imagined it was a boy rubbing me while I jerked him off. Then another boy, then another. Each one with a different cock longer and thicker than the last, and all of them spraying off like fire hoses. “Pretty soon I heard Connie start up again and I tuned her out at first. As I got close though, I heard her breathing fast and hot. That pushed me over the edge. I imagined I was stroking one cock in each hand, and they erupted simultaneously just as I came. And I came pretty hard. I probably almanbahis giriş moaned a couple of times, and after I finished I could hear her going at it really vigorously. She wasn’t bothering to keep private any more. It was like I wasn’t there. “And I started rubbing myself again. This time I didn’t think abut dicks. My pussy was warm and open and wet and ready and I just concentrated on how it felt as I rubbed it. I rubbed my clit, rubbed my lips, stuck fingers inside myself, just playing. I heard Connie cum with a long low moan and didn’t really pay attention. I came pretty quickly myself, and after I did I heard her rubbing herself again.” We laughed, and she continued, “Well, it’s not like I had a leg to stand on. And it’s not like I cared any more. I fell asleep after she had her second orgasm and missed the third, and when we woke up we didn’t talk about it, but we didn’t blush or get shy either. It was just something we did now, and for the next two weeks we did it nearly every night. No mention the next day, of course.””So you two were getting off listening to each other? Or just sort of in your own little worlds in the same room?”She thought for a moment and said, “A little of each from night to night. Mostly I was in my own head, but I heard her rubbing and orgasming, and that made me feel comfortable while I did it. Was it like that with you? Between us, I mean?””Yes. I thought about making love to you a lot, of course, but also it was fun, like a game, I guess. Just comfortable, I guess, like what people just do, natural and nothing strange.” “Ah, interesting. But of course, this changed soon enough. Because I was discovering my pussy, I started wondering if she was going through the same thing. That was, oh, let’s see,” and here she pretended to count on her fingers, “hmm, I guess the fifth step down my road to ruin.” We laughed and she continued, “I of course knew what she looked like. Small green-eyed blonde girl, B cup, pink nipples, pretty thick hair down there for a blonde, wide hips, a little pooch, thick thighs, just a girl, see. Plain, bland dresser, smart but not as smart as she thought she was, competitive, a little mean in the past, not someone I picked for a roomie, you know. But decent enough as a roomie. And not a friend I could ask about sex at all. But I didn’t know any other girls I could ask either, so I started thinking more and more about what she was going through. “So, after maybe a month and a half of rooming together, I started thinking about her…sexually. Yeah. That was hard at first, really hard. I didn’t like her that much…like that…not much…at all…but maybe I did after all.”She chuckled. “So there’s your answer, I guess. We were a lot nicer to each other by then, becoming pretty good friends, and of course rubbing off in our beds so the other could hear. I started imagining that she was rubbing off in front of me, thighs open, letting me see everything she did while she watched me doing the same. Oh, the first time I did that I came hard. I actually squealed a little, I think, and Connie came pretty hard that night too, I think. “Then after a couple of evenings I imagined, wow, reaching over…and holding her breasts while she rubbed off for me…and reaching down to feel her…thrust two fingers up inside her to feel her wet pussy squeeze them when she came…and when I came I imagined she had two fingers inside me.” She looked down and smiled wickedly, “Ooh, your cock is drooling. Nice.” I said with a grimace, “You’re making me close.”She immediately stopped stroking and used her thumb and index finger to squeeze me tight. “Better now?”I paused a few seconds and said, “Yes, you were in time.” She winked at me and continued, “So I was getting ready for…new things. Really new. Scared the hell out of me. Finally, one night I was on fire. I started rubbing five minutes after we turned the lights out. When we rubbed off before, we kept our covers up and our pajamas on and the lights were off and the shade down. Dark and warm and pretty private. But I took my pajamas off after I went to bed and enjoyed the feel of the sheets against my skin.

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