My name is Chloe and I have a confession to make. I've always been a quiet, reserved, good girl. I never got a detention in school or so much as missed a day. I never smoked, did drugs, or stayed out past my curfew. Before I left for college I broke up with my long-term boyfriend who had taken my virginity but had never given me a decent orgasm. We'd only had sex once or twice. So, you see, I've never been that sort of girl. I've never wanted to be that sort of girl because I always thought people would judge me, or slut-shame me. I even thought my parents might disown me if they ever found out I was anything other than a vision of pure, shining innocence. Thing is, I must get this off my chest. Last week I did something that I never thought I'd do, and I have been asked to do again tonight.
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The thudding was getting louder, I swear. Louder and more persistent. Like someone had decided to put up a picture frame at two o'clock in the morning. Yet, I knew exactly what that was. It was the neighbouring dorm's bedposts trying to break through the thin walls. That's not all though. She was hardly being quiet. I used to like Sarah when she first moved in as a freshman. She was sweet, kind, and had a smile that could melt your heart if you gazed at its pearly beauty for too long. Girls like Sarah are the reason I am bisexual, which is a very recent revelation for me.
Before I moved upstate for college I did not dare identify as anything but one-hundred percent heterosexual, but then on spring break last year I kissed my first girl, and like that once-overplayed Katy Perry song, I liked it. I liked it a lot. Anyway, back to Sarah. I'd say five-foot-two tops. Straight, long blonde hair more on the platinum-dyed side than the natural strawberry. From what I have seen she dresses casually but also manages to make casual look like the latest celebrity styles. Only last week I discovered her Instagram and became one of her sixty thousand followers who admire her style, meals, and general gorgeousness.
Anyway, I started off liking her and found myself crushing on her until she started inviting guys to spend the night with her. That's where we are now. Me covering my head with a pillow as the repeated thud of her bed is matched only by the loud, angelic moans someone is forcing out of her. According to her screams, she had already climaxed four times, but it did not sound like anyone in her room was close to finishing. I had to do something. I could have gone with the passive-aggressive fist to wall approach to let them know they were being too loud, but it probably would not have gotten my point across. I doubted they'd even hear it over the incessant beat of wood against plaster and brick. No, I had to face them head-on.
I sighed and looked at my phone hoping not to see a single digit on the electronic display. 2:14 AM stared back at me, mocking my tiredness without care. I placed it back down on the bedside table and flicked the switch on my lamp, illuminating just enough of my room to allow me to manoeuvre past any trip hazards; not that there are many given how pristine I liked to keep my space. I threw back my covers and spun without elegance until my bare feet hit the soft carpet below before standing up and adjusting my pyjama shorts so that the back was not leaving my rear completely exposed. Just as I took my first few steps towards the door of my room, I heard another moan of pleasure.
"Yes, Daddy! YES! I'm cumming!!" Sarah cried with utter delight, making me feel a strange mix of arousal and irritation.
Despite how niggled I was to still be awake when I had lectures to attend in less than seven hours, I could not help but feel a twinge of jealousy, both for her and whoever had now given her five orgasms. I wanted five orgasms. I grumbled to myself as I opened my dorm room door and peeked around and down the dimly lit corridor for any other night owls. Once I was sure it was clear I stepped out into the corridor and moved towards Sarah's bedroom door. It was not far from mine, at least not far enough, I thought to myself as I knocked.
I heard mumbles inside belonging to Sarah and the individual I assumed was her lover, one-night stand, or fuck-buddy. At first, I did not think they were going to answer my knocks. Maybe they were just ignoring me until I went away, but I was not going anywhere until they agreed to quieten down. I lifted my hand once more to repeat the motion but before my knuckles made contact with the wood the door opened. The smell of sex hit me just as quickly as the heat of Sarah's room. I looked up at the male who in turn looked down at me because, like Sarah, I am rather petite.
"Uhh, can we help?" he asked, keeping the door just closed enough to stop me seeing inside. I prepared to answer when I heard another voice also belonging to a male.
"Who is it, man?"
"Oh, this cute girl. Saz's neighbour I think?" He looked back at me for a moment, before replying to the other.
"What does she want?"
Once more the man who answered the door turned back to me and gave me a questioning glance, although I was slightly taken aback at being referred to as 'cute'.
"I... Well..." I was quick to make a fool of myself while trying to stutter out the words Be fucking quiet, I'm trying to fucking sleep and your threesome is getting intolerable. Alas, those words remained in my throat and I instantly started to blush.
"Listen, why don't you come in and explain?"
He saw my confused expression but I was inclined to accept the proposal; that way I could speak directly to Sarah...if she was in any state to actually converse with me. I nodded and he opened the door up a little more and I was immediately forced to avert my gaze when I realised he was naked. Not only that, but he was rock hard. I looked at the wall as I stepped past him and into Sarah's room and heard the door being closed behind me. Her bed was around the corner so all I could see as I padded carefully into the flat was a foot dangling over the edge of her mattress; what I could see is that my threesome prediction was two people short. All this time, Sarah had been alone with four naked men. I tried and failed not to ogle them all, discovering the longest cocks I have ever laid eyes on.
I was yet to realise that my nipples had begun hardening and were showing through the thin material of my plain white tank-top, but I did have an unfamiliar twitch growing between my legs. A feeling that only grew as I discovered Sarah lying on her back, her head turned to the left slightly and her cum-stained lips wrapped tightly around one of the male's cocks as he kneeled beside her. Her skin was glowing with a thin layer of sweat and dotted with white on her stomach which I quickly realised was also cum. I gazed down at her body and felt all my anger and tiredness melt away, replaced by a fiery need to pleasure myself.
"So, what are you doing up so late, Sarah's cute neighbour?" the male who had answered the door asked, but I refused to look away from Sarah's naked body as I carefully worded my reply.
"Well, you guys were..." I began but was cut off when Sarah looked in my direction, let the cock slip from her mouth with a pop, and smiled up at me like a long-lost lover.
"Shit, were we being too loud?" she purred like the sexually deviant kitten I never knew she was. Again, my resolve crumbled, and I found myself shaking my head, despite that being the exact reason as to why I was still awake. I felt my breathing getting heavier as she sat up slowly and bit down sensually on her bottom lip.
"You sure about that, Chloe? Maybe you came to join in, finally?"
Finally, I thought. What did she mean by that? I soon found out.
"I've been waiting months for you to knock on my door and 'catch' me like this." As she spoke her nimble fingers toyed with the strings connected to my loose cotton shorts. I did not want to step away as her hand fiddled aimlessly, yet so close to my crotch. I felt the heat between my thighs becoming unbearable as the men around us wondered what might happen next.
Never in my life had I thought about group sex being a possibility, especially when I barely had a slither of experience with one partner. Yet, she seemed to sense my true desires and slowly looped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer to her. I lost my balance as she slowly fell back into her crumpled sheets and I landed on top of her, but before I could react, apologise, or so much as breathe, her lips made contact with my neck.
Sarah's tongue followed and swiped over the sensitive skin causing me to gasp as my inexperienced body was taken for a ride into never before seen territories.
"Would you let the guys touch you?" she whispered in my ear, voice raspy and cute as ever. Her question threw me as much as the neck kisses which followed, yet instinctively I let my arousal answer for me. Urgently.
"Yes..." I gasped, as her teeth lightly nipped the skin, not enough to leave a mark, but enough for me to feel the delectable mix of pain and pleasure. I felt the four guys behind us ready to pounce like a pack of lions stalking their prey, but they needed permission. Consent.
"I want them to touch me..." I sighed back to Sarah, loud enough for all four of them to hear before she giggled, leaned up, and kissed me on the lips. It was not a mere peck either, but a smouldering, deep tongue kiss. I felt like I was losing my mind as my eyes closed and I surrendered to the dancing tongues, with hers pushing into my mouth to take the lead.
"Oh man, that's hot..." one of the guys commented as our lips locked, our heads tilted in opposite directions, and our tongues swirled in slow, random patterns. I was left seeing stars as Sarah's soft fingers threaded through my shoulder-length brown hair, keeping me close as I felt more hands tentatively touching my body. I could tell they were being cautious, which I found quite charming, because they clearly wanted to respect my boundaries. Boundaries which my neighbour was knocking down. I relaxed into her clutches and groaned as more hands stroked over my body, caressing parts I never knew could be so sensitive. A particularly daring hand rubbed me through the material of my shorts and clearly felt the results of my ever-growing arousal.
"Fuck... She's really wet..." one of them spoke as warm hands caressed my legs, squeezing to test the softness of my thighs. I was in heaven and relaxing more with every passing second as their hands stroked all over my body, both covered parts and bare flesh, from my neck to my toes. Although it seemed they were keen on stripping me. Fingers slipped beneath the elasticated waistband of my sleep shorts and the material began to slide down my legs as one of the males started to strip me.
I assisted where I could until they disappeared, leaving my lower half uncovered. My newly exposed rear was then groped, squeezed, and even spanked as I made no effort to either break the kiss or resist their advances. Next thing I knew there were hands pulling me up. One set began peeling my tank-top off while another lifted my arms for just long enough for it to be removed, revealing my larger, pendulous bosom and leaving me naked in front of four strangers.