Rylie sighed, and kicked her covers off again. It was impossible to sleep in this dorm room. Without her blackout curtains, it seemed intolerably bright. The temperature was somehow both too hot and too cold. She missed her weighted blanket. And with no white noise machine, all she could hear was the sound of the lesbians fucking in the next room.
Marcy, her roommate, had slipped out almost an hour ago to meet her girlfriend, Bonnie, and they’d been going to town on the other side of the thin wall ever since. Rylie had a moment of hope when she heard Coach Sam come to their door and tell them to go to sleep, but they’d just gone right back to it.
Rylie wished she’d packed earplugs. Or a vibrator. She squeezed her thighs together, confusingly aroused by Bonnie’s cries of pleasure. Idly, she caressed her breasts, imagining the two girls kissing her. She tried to picture Marcy licking down her stomach and nuzzling past her pubes to gently spread her open…
Meh. The fantasy wasn’t doing it for her. Listening to them fuck was enough to get her horny, but not enough to get her off.
She rolled onto her side and pulled up one of her favorite porn videos on her phone. The girl’s shoulder-length brunette hair made her look a bit like Rylie. She dragged the play indicator to the best part. A big guy was behind her, gripping her hips and jackhammering her. The girl’s cheek was mashed into the mattress, and she was grunting with each thrust.
Rylie slipped a hand into her underwear and teased a finger between her lips. She didn’t really care for the guy in the video. He was too veiny, and his leathery skin was covered in fading tattoos. He slapped her ass, mumbled dumb porn phrases, and fucked like a machine. But Rylie didn’t care because the best part of the video was about to happen.
The girl cried out as her eyes rolled back in her head and she started spasming. As a genuine orgasm washed over her, for just a moment, she forgot to perform. The porn star facade dropped away, and she was simply a woman overcome by stimulation.
Rylie bit her lip and dipped her finger deeper inside. The girl in the video blinked and quickly snapped back into character, loudly squealing and begging the guy to fuck her harder. Rylie rewound to watch her cum again.
She played it three times through. At the end of the third time, she let it keep playing. Through the wall, Marcy was moaning loudly, and Rylie felt a growing heat in her core. The guy in the video pulled out, repositioned himself, and the girl enthusiastically begged him to fuck her ass.
Rylie imagined herself in the girl’s position. Feeling rough hands spread her cheeks, and the pressure of a cock against her back door. The girl squealed and gripped the sheet tightly as he thrust forward. She urged him to go slower, then groaned, looking directly into the camera as he filled her.
Rylie knew what that felt like. Being stretched out as her body resisted the intrusion. She hadn’t had real anal with a guy yet, but she had a dildo at home that she regularly practiced with. Once she was able to get past the initial tightness, the resulting stimulation was intense.
Abruptly, the camera angle changed to a closeup of the guy’s ass. Ugh. She didn’t understand why anyone would choose that angle. Annoyed, she closed the video. Marcy and Bonnie loudly continued to fuck each other senseless on the other side of the wall. Rylie groaned in frustration. She was turned on, but not quite in the right headspace. Getting off was going to take too much work. She wished there was a guy here to help focus her arousal.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and walked out the door to the bathroom. The lights buzzed annoyingly as she washed her hands. She stuck out her tongue at her reflection, which was dressed in an oversized button-up pajama shirt and white panties.
As she stepped back into the hall, she hesitated, reluctant to return to her room. Bonnie and Marcy were much less audible out here. Apparently, the door did a better job of blocking sound. She was considering what to do when she caught some movement in her peripheral vision.
She peered down the hall. After the brightly lit bathroom, her eyes hadn’t adjusted yet, and she couldn’t make out what had attracted her attention. Slowly, she padded toward the common room. Peeking out, she could see the coaches had fallen asleep on the couch watching a late night show, but there was no sign of any movement.
Then she caught it again. Down the hallway on the other side of the common room. Someone was barely visible standing by one of the doors, as if hesitating to open it. For a moment, she felt self-consciously aware that she wasn’t wearing any pajama bottoms. But given the choice between seeing who else was still awake, or going back to her room to listen to Bonnie and Marcy fuck, it was an easy decision.
She moved through the common room like a ghost and entered the dark hallway. As she got closer, she recognized Ian. He was wearing boxers and a t-shirt, and had his back to her. His hand was on the handle of the door, which was cracked open. She could hear quiet moaning coming from the room. Fuck, was everyone in this place having sex but her?
She sneaked up behind him and peeked around to look through the narrow opening. Inside, she could see Wally and Amy fucking. Amy was on her back, with her legs wrapped around Wally as he thrust frantically. The sight was so distracting that it took her a moment to realize Ian had his hand down his boxers, stroking his hard cock.
Rylie bit her lip. This was so fucking hot. Before she knew she was doing it, she stepped closer, brushing against Ian’s arm. He jumped in alarm, but she quickly held a finger to his lips. Once she was sure he was going to be quiet, she slipped in front of him so she could see more clearly through the cracked door. Ian hesitated a moment, then looked over her shoulder.
He tried to avoid pressing against her, obviously worried she would notice his erection. Too late for that, Rylie thought. Amy was moaning with each thrust, and Rylie felt her arousal climbing. She turned her head to whisper in Ian’s ear.
“I thought you two were gonna hook up. Why’s she fucking Wally?”
Ian opened his mouth to reply, then simply shrugged as he watched Amy writhe under his best friend. Rylie grinned and leaned back against him, pressing her ass into his erection. He gasped and started to pull away, but she grabbed his hand and brought it to her chest to keep him there.
“Does it turn you on to watch them?” She breathed the question, squeezing her breast with his hand.
He swallowed and shrugged again, but the way his cock twitched between her cheeks said more than words. She wiggled her butt, rubbing against him as she pulled his other hand to her chest. She squeezed her thighs together, excited to find an outlet for her desire.
“It turns me on,” she purred. Ian squeezed her breasts more firmly. Her nipples stiffened under his palms, sending little crackling sparks down her spine. He pressed forward, grinding his cock into her, causing her underwear to pull taut, and she gasped softly.
Amy was clawing at Wally’s back, demanding he fuck her harder, deeper, faster. Rylie watched in delight as she saw the tell-tale signs of Amy’s approaching orgasm. The blonde’s legs were wrapped around his waist, and she was eagerly meeting his thrusts.
Ian was humping Rylie's ass frantically, gripping her tits, his breath hot against her ear. She felt her insides clench, and her wetness soak into her panties as the gusset pulled tight with each thrust. Urgently, she reached down to rub her clit.
Abruptly, Wally rolled off Amy, to her obvious frustration. Rylie and Ian froze, praying they didn’t notice the door was cracked open. Wally was mumbling something, but Amy told him to shut up and climbed on top of him. Her back was to the door, and Wally only had eyes for her tits. Relieved, Rylie started unbuttoning her shirt. It was awkward with one hand, but Ian helped, pulling it open so he could touch her directly. His hands were hot against her skin. She reached up to grab his hair, pulling his face down her kiss her neck.
Rylie watched as Amy rolled her hips, riding Wally in pursuit of her denied climax. She rocked forward, trying to stimulate her clit. Wally raised his head to suck on her nipples, and Amy groaned, pulling him to her.
Ian’s cock throbbed. He grunted, and sucked harder on her neck, making her squirm. In the room, Wally stiffened under Amy and cried out, but she covered his face with her hand, shoving her fingers in his mouth, telling him to let her cum first.
Rylie wanted more. She turned around and dropped to her knees, tugging Ian’s boxers down. He leaned against the wall as she wrapped her lips around his head. The salty taste of his precum was mixed with another flavor it took her a moment to recognize. Surprised, she released his cock and looked up at him.
“Ian!” She whispered in a mock outrage. “Whose pussy am I tasting?”
“Uh,” Ian looked guilty until he realized she wasn’t upset. His response was barely audible. “Kara’s?”
Well, that was a surprise. Lucky for him, she didn’t mind the taste. Rylie grinned and pointedly licked up his shaft like a popsicle. She would never have guessed Kara had the guts to seduce Ian, especially after Amy had spent all day flirting with him. Did Amy know? Did she jump Wally to get back at Ian? Is that why he was standing in the hall stroking his cock, still covered in Kara’s cum, as he watched Amy fuck his best friend? Rylie realized she’d involved herself in a complicated situation. Not that she was going to stop now.
Her hands moved wetly around the base of his shaft as she swallowed him deeper. He watched her with lust-filled eyes, trying not to make any noise. With one hand, she reached back, lightly teasing behind his balls. He tensed up, squirming, as she eased a finger between his cheeks. He looked like he might protest, but she sucked harder, and was rewarded with a squirt of precum on her tongue.