Why is there no air conditioning in here? You would think a small trailer in Florida would at least have an A/C unit come standard with the rent, but for whatever reason, it doesn’t. I suppose when you’re a landlord renting units to students and other low-income tenants, amenities aren’t exactly a concern of yours. Worse off, it was in the dead of summer when the humidity is at its worst and your skin never feels completely dry. Even a standing fan doesn’t make much of a difference.
If it weren’t for the slab of a wall separating a single bedroom, this trailer would be considered a studio apartment. Not a big deal for one person living alone, but it’s a different story when three people live here. My bestie, Jenn, is technically the one who pays the rent, but three of us live here. She and her boyfriend, Matt, get the bedroom, and I sleep on the couch in the ‘living room’. It’s not ideal, but it’s a lot cheaper than either of us having our own place, and Jenn’s boy toy is either too lazy to hold a job, or spending his money on weed.
All of us had ideas to work on television one day, so we were required to take a course in political science. Each week, we had an assignment to finish, and it always involved an insane amount of research. Which means I often spent a lot of time laying on the floor in booty shorts and a tank top, scrolling through websites about Congress, and watching videos about the political process.
“Christie,” a voice said from above me. Jenn stood over me, similarly dressed, handing me a soda she pulled from the fridge. I took it, grateful to have something cold to drink, while she lay on her stomach next to me, reading the screen. Taking a deep breath, she let it out as an exasperated sigh, “Why the fuck does he keep asking us to do these things? How does this shit apply to work in media?”
I shrugged, and said, “It doesn’t. But it’s a required course, so…”
“Well, how much do we have to read?” Matt chimed in. Rather than taking a spot next to his girlfriend, he practically got on top of her as he straddled her backside, and leaned forward with his chin on her shoulder. The three of us read over the contents of the screen. Our assignment for this week was to define the powers of the three branches of government and put it into an essay. But looking at the page, it was obvious we would need to start taking notes if we were going to keep track of it all.
“Okay,” I started, “how about I sift through it for the info we need, and you write it down?”
Jenn nodded and grabbed a notebook from a nearby spot on the floor. She sat up just outside my view. There were scribble sounds as she began labeling the page. I began dictating the powers of the Executive branch, while inwardly thinking to myself, ‘Jeez, Trump has the power to do all of this?’.
Half-way through the Legislative branch, I was starting to get really bored of reading. I rubbed my face, trying to wipe away any fatigue when I heard a huff. It barely caught my attention, but the second huff was much more noticeable. A quick glance over my shoulder and an anxious shock ran up from my stomach. I looked back at the screen again, not sure if I actually saw what I saw. One more slow, discreet look over my shoulder showed I was right. Matt’s pants had been pulled down, and my best friend Jenn was leaning over him with his cock in her mouth.
I looked away again, wondering if they had seen me, but they made no audible reaction as far as I could tell. A nervous knot was beginning to develop in my stomach as I thought about what to do. Should I say something? Do I tell them to cut it out, and get back to the assignment? They’ve never done this while I was in the room before, so what was I supposed to do? My choices are either to keep reading and ignore them or keep watching.
Despite my usual tendencies, I felt a heat in my cheeks as I turned to discreetly watch them some more. I started taking in details I hadn’t noticed before, like how big Matt really was. I’ll admit he was thicker than I thought he’d be. Neither of them was looking my way so I couldn’t be sure if they knew I was watching or not. Jenn sure seemed to know what she was doing. She managed to fit a fair length into her mouth and swept her tongue around his head when she released him.
There was only so much I could see from my viewpoint, but I found myself getting excited by the show. I hadn't been laid in a couple months, and my desires were winning out against modesty. I absentmindedly humped the ground as I kept my torso propped up on my elbows. My thighs squirmed a little as I felt my arousal build up in my core. I never watched other people have sex, except in porn, but something about watching them was getting me hot. More so than the summer heat did.
I watched my friend reach into her booty shorts, and rub large circles over her mons and vulva. I inhaled sharply as the sight made my own vulva react with want. I’ve seen Jenn naked before, of course, but only ever in the shower. I’ve never seen her masturbate like this. With her hand moving against the soft, elastic material that rode up just to the base of her ass, her fingers parted the fabric just enough to catch glimpses of her wet vulva with each movement. Seeing her touch herself like that made me want to do the same. But doing so might catch their attention.
My thoughts at this moment were equal parts, ‘Did they want me to catch them?’ as well as, ‘Fuck, that’s hot!’
My own breaths were getting shallow and my cheeks flushed as I watched my friend move her mouth over and all around Matt’s length. Her pace and the small slurping noises would make you think she truly liked going down on her man like this. But with a hard cock like Matt’s, I can see why. Not that I wanted his cock, myself. Not really. But I could see why Jenn would want to keep dating his lazy ass.
Speaking of the lazy ass, Matt reached up to tug at her tank top, bringing it up her body inch by inch. As soon as he could get his fingers over the hem, he pulled the whole thing up until Jenn’s tits dropped out of her shirt. A nervous feeling immediately fluttered in my stomach when I looked at them, swaying under until her boyfriend started massaging one in his palm. I think Jenn liked it because her pacing had quickened a bit. I’m actually pretty surprised someone like Matt had lasted even this long.
I don’t know how much longer they went on for. Worrying when they would figure out I was watching them made every second feel much longer. But at some point, Jenn was done with having his prick in her mouth and slipped her booty shorts off. The nervous feeling in my stomach had just turned into a full-on knot that made my vulva muscles contract hard. As she straddled her man’s waist, I lost control for a single moment and let out a small gasp.
The two of them stopped for a moment to look back towards me, and in that instant, I was horrified by how awkward this was about to become. Yet, surprisingly, Jenn snickered and turned her head away. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out how catching me watching them, right as the head of Matt’s dick rested on her bare labia could be considered funny, but my roommate, somehow, did.