I lay in my bed, my body tense, my heart beating faster than I wanted to admit—I had just fled from the living room, where the spin-the-bottle game had left me in only black lace panties, my blonde hair tangled and falling over my shoulders, my skin hot from the wine and the embarrassment that had overwhelmed me. A light blanket barely covered my bare body, and I felt my chest rise faster, my aroused nipples pressing against the fabric.
"How did I fall into this trap again?" I thought, my mind a jumble of shame and that inexplicable heat burning inside me.
The bottle game with Laura and Marcus had gone too far—their gazes when I took off my T-shirt, my futile attempt to cover myself, and that arousal that had taken over—it was too much, and I couldn’t understand how I let myself be pulled under the spell of this city and Laura’s influence once again.
My room was dark, with only a faint sliver of light seeping through the gap in the curtain separating my room from Laura’s. Her bedside lamp was on, casting a warm glow in her room, faintly illuminating mine through the not-fully-closed curtain.
My breathing grew heavier as I heard Laura and Marcus talking in the living room. Their voices were soft and slightly muffled but clear enough—Laura giggled lightly, Marcus’s low voice responded, and I felt my body tremble.
"I need to sleep," I thought, glancing at the clock—12:27 a.m.—knowing I had to rest for tomorrow’s school day.
"I need to calm down," I reasoned, but it was impossible—the wine, their gazes, that game—it had awakened my body, and I couldn’t stop it.
Sometime later, I heard footsteps—they moved into Laura’s room, and my heart beat faster. The bed creaked lightly as they settled onto it, their voices growing quieter, more intimate.
"They don’t know I’m awake," I thought, my body tensing further, holding my breath, trying not to move. The blanket lay lightly over me, warm and soft. "I shouldn’t listen," I told myself, but I couldn’t ignore it. Laura’s voice broke the silence, soft and whispering,
"Stella, Stella, are you asleep?"
I lay frozen, my heart pounding. "I don’t dare answer," I thought, my breathing nearly stopped, pretending to sleep, eyes closed, my body motionless under the blanket. "Please, don’t come in here," I prayed silently, waiting until the silence returned.
"She’s asleep," I heard Laura whisper to Marcus.
After a while, I heard sounds again—a soft creak of the bed, a muffled noise as if someone was shifting to get comfortable—and then it began—a quiet, wet sound of kissing, lips meeting, a soft "mmm" from Laura’s mouth, and Marcus’s low sigh.
I inhaled, my heart beating faster. "This can’t be happening," I thought, my body trembling slightly under the blanket, holding my breath, listening. The street outside was empty, the nighttime noise of Los Angeles had faded, making the room and surroundings completely silent—only those sounds, those soft, intimate sounds from Laura’s room filled my ears.
The kissing continued, Laura giggled quietly, almost whispering, and Marcus said something I couldn’t hear. "I should sleep," I thought, but it was impossible.
Then it started—a soft, rhythmic creaking, the bed frame’s gentle squeak as it moved—and with it came heavier breathing, Laura’s soft, muffled "ohh" escaping her lips.
I felt my body tense, my heart racing faster. "They don’t know I’m listening," I thought, my face burning with shame, and that heat inside me grew.
"I shouldn’t be listening," I reasoned, but I couldn’t stop. The creaks became rhythmic, slow, and soft, and Laura’s giggles turned into quiet moans—"Ohh… mmm"—almost whispers, but clear.
Marcus let out a low, heavy breath, almost a sigh, and I felt my thighs press together under the blanket. My body trembled, and that arousal from the living room surged again. "I want to see," a wild thought flashed, and my heart nearly stopped. "No, I can’t," I fought it, my breathing quickening, but that heat, those sounds—they were too strong.
The creaking continued—slow, soft rhythm, "creak… creak…"—and Laura’s moans grew—"Ohh… ahh"—she tried to muffle them, but couldn’t fully hold back. "
"I need to calm down," I thought, but it was impossible. My body reacted, my chest rose faster, and I felt the wetness growing between my thighs.
"I want to see," that thought came again, and I fought it. "It’s wrong," I reasoned, my heart pounding, but that heat, those sounds—"The curtain’s open," I thought, my hands trembling under the blanket. "The lamp’s on—I’d see them from the darkness," the thought was too intense. The arousal overwhelmed me, and I knew I couldn’t resist.
I tried to rise without the bed creaking—my body trembled, and my breathing nearly stopped.
"What if they hear me?" I thought, slowly lifting the blanket aside. My panties clung to my skin, my breasts bare, my nipples hard. "This is madness," I reasoned, but I crept toward the curtain, my legs shaking, holding my breath.
The curtain was slightly ajar, light seeping through. My heart pounded, my face burned, and then I saw them—everything was clearly visible.
Laura’s room was warmly lit—the bedside lamp cast a soft yellow glow, playing on her walls and bed. Marcus was on top of Laura, his dark brown hair slightly tousled, his muscular back and shoulders moving slowly, rhythmically. He was naked, his toned body’s effort visible as he moved his hips—"creak… creak…"—the bed’s squeak soft and steady.
Laura lay on her back, her dark brown hair splayed across the pillow, her slim body arching slightly. She was naked too, her full breasts rising and falling with heavy breathing, her skin glistening in the light. With each of Marcus’s movements, the blanket slid lower until it fell off completely—I saw them both fully naked,
Laura’s long legs slightly parted, her waist tensing with Marcus’s rhythm, his strong thighs moving slowly, firmly.
"This is too real," I thought, my heart pounding, and my body trembling. I had never seen anything like this so closely, and it was too much.
I felt my hand move—slowly, trembling—slipping under my panties, my fingers touching my warm, wet spot.
"I shouldn’t do this," my face burning with shame, but the arousal was too strong. I began touching myself, my fingers moving slowly, exploring, feeling the wetness grow.
"Ohh," I whispered, my voice barely audible, holding my breath, listening.
Laura’s moans grew—"Ohh… mmm"—she tried to muffle them, but they were clear, and Marcus’s breathing grew heavier—"Ahh…"—a low, soft sound blending with the bed’s creaking—"creak… creak…" My fingers moved faster, deeper. "I have to stop," I reasoned, but it was impossible.
Then they shifted positions—Marcus rose to his knees, his muscular body fully visible, his chest rising with heavy breathing. Laura turned onto all fours, her dark brown hair falling over her shoulders, her back arching, her full breasts hanging slightly as she rested on her elbows.
Marcus moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips—he was strong, confident, and he began—forceful, steady thrusts, "creak… creak…"—the bed’s squeak grew louder, Laura’s buttocks trembling with each thrust, her breasts swaying in rhythm, soft and full, her moans growing—"Ohh… ahh!"—she tried to stay quiet, but passion took over.
Marcus’s muscles tensed, his thighs moved faster, his breathing—"Ahh…"—a soft, low sound blending with Laura’s moans. My fingers moved faster—I felt my panties were soaked, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Blushing, I pushed them down, they fell to the floor, and I was completely naked.
"Ohh," I moaned softly, my voice quiet. Marcus sped up, his strong, rapid thrusts causing Laura’s buttocks to slap lightly against him. It was wild, Laura’s breasts swayed, and her moans grew louder. Marcus quickened further, and just as it seemed Laura was nearing climax, he stopped.
They shifted again—Laura rose, her slim body glistening with sweat, and she straddled Marcus. He now lay on his back, his toned body relaxed, his dark hair tangled on the pillow.
Laura began moving—forward and back, slowly, then faster—her breasts bounced in rhythm, full and soft, and Marcus’s hands moved—they caressed her buttocks, her round cheeks tensing with each motion, then her body, her waist, and finally her breasts, squeezing lightly.
"Ohh… ahh!" Laura’s moans grew, no longer restrained, and Marcus breathed heavily—"Mmm…"—a low, soft sound. The bed creaked steadily—"creak… creak…"—and I felt my body tremble.
"This is too real," my fingers moved faster, deeper. "Ohh," I moaned, louder than I intended, feeling the wetness flow down my thighs. The arousal, the sounds, and the sight drove me wild.
Laura moved faster—her hips rose and fell, her buttocks tensing with each motion, Marcus’s hands squeezing her breasts. "Ohh… ahh… ahh…" And I felt an orgasm approaching—my body tensed, my fingers moved faster. "
Ahh… ahh!" My moans grew as waves of climax shook my body, and I lost control. My moans became too loud—"Ahh!"—and then it happened.
Laura stopped, her chest heaving, and she looked toward the curtain. "Did you hear that?" she whispered, and Marcus propped himself up on his elbows.
"Yeah," he replied, and they looked straight at me. My heart nearly stopped.
"They heard me," my face burned, and I rushed back to my bed—it creaked loudly as I collapsed onto it, pulling the blanket over my head, lying motionless. I trembled all over, my breathing rapid, and I didn’t dare move.
In the next room, the sounds continued but were more subdued, lasting a while longer—"creak… creak…," Laura’s soft moans—and then silence followed. I lay there, aroused and confused, knowing that this scene wouldn’t leave my mind for a long time.
