*** Prologue ***
It seemed that my every waking thought was of Lisa. From the moment I met her I knew I was in love. I wanted to be with her more than anyone in the world. I wanted her to be Mrs. Sean McDaniel. Still, I played it cool. I’d been hurt before and was hesitant on making a move on her. To be honest, she also seemed way out of my league. At times there seemed to be the occasional flirting between us, but I suspected it was just Lisa indulging me. I’d made a joke about it to hide the fact that I was serious. My attempts at humor often failing. At some point Lisa lost all interest in me. I somehow got lost in the friend-zone. I got the message. I moved on.
*** Her Story ***
I’d been dating Carter for over two months. The fact that we were together was a shock to all of my friends, as Carter was not the type of person I normally would have dated. We were polar opposites. I was quiet, watchful, and shy. Carter on the other hand, was boastful and reckless. He was also very direct and demanding.
I guess our personalities reflected our physical appearance in many ways. Where I was petite and meek, Carter was more the classic leading man. Tall. Muscular. Imposing. You would have thought we’d clash at every turn. Perhaps we did. But the sex was incredible.
Carter kept pushing me out of my comfort zone the more we saw one another. Each night he’d erase boundaries I had that I didn’t even know existed. He wasn’t the most romantic man I’d ever dated, but he did have a way of drawing me in. He convinced me to try things. He made me want to experience new situations and emotions that were foreign to me. I began to trust him I suppose. Insecurities and hesitancies I had about my body and self-image began to fall away. I began enjoying his attention and even allowed myself permission to display some of my own flirtatious side. At some point we even started taking little chances out in public. A squeeze here, a grope there. His hand under my dress in the theater. Mine on his “lap” under the tablecloth at a dinner party.
We’d had sex by this point of course. Always within the confines of his apartment of course. Until it progressed to sex outdoors. Sex in his car. Sex at his office. However, we were always careful and made sure no one was around.
I’ll say it again, Carter was incredible in bed. He was confident. He took what he wanted. He knew what turned me on. I was intoxicated by him.
But tonight Carter was pushing things further. He asked me — no, Carter told me — he told me he wanted our night to be in my apartment. The apartment I shared with a roommate who I knew would be home that night.
No way. I was not going to have sex with Carter when I knew my roomie was going to be in the other room. This was insane, even by Carter’s standards.
Then why did I say yes?
Because Carter demanded it.
I acquiesced, but with the stipulation that we keep the bedroom door be shut and that we be quiet.
As we undressed I was nervous. I could hear my roommate walking around in the living room. What had I agreed to? Carter clearly knew he could make me moan. I knew deep down I would not be able to keep quiet. I started to panic and had second thoughts. However, before I could back out, Carter was all over me. He was different tonight. He was far more aggressive than he’d ever been. Before I knew it, he had me on my bed, semi-pinned down, his hands between my legs.
A moan escaped my throat.
I don’t know how long this went on. All I know was that I was writhing on the bed totally in Carter’s control. I knew my roommate could hear every gasp and “oh god” coming from the bedroom. Coming from me. At that point I didn’t think I cared.
Until I heard the soft click of the bedroom door opening.
My glance quickly flickered towards the doorway, which was just a few feet from the foot of my bed. The door didn’t open though. Not all the way at least. I thought I saw a shadow but I couldn’t be sure. I started to stop Carter, started to protest and let him know that I thought my roommate was right outside. But Carter just pinned me harder to the bed and pushed my legs a bit wider.
“No one’s there,” he said. “Your roommate wouldn’t do such a thing.”
I started to say something again when I felt Carter’s finger enter me. Oh god I thought as my head began to spin. Carter doesn’t know. He didn’t hear the door open. He didn’t see the shadow outside the door.
Then Carter’s fingers curled inside of me and my world gave way. I didn’t care if we were being watched.
I spread wider for Carter. Wider for my roommate.
*** His Story ***
The night was going just as planned with Lisa. She was sexy, smart, and was starting to give in to adventure. Whoever said the quiet, nerdy ones were boring did not know the woman I was with. If you removed her glasses and got her to let her hair down she was stunning. The fact that she didn’t know how good she looked made her that much hotter. Hell, she was also willing to try anything at least once. And that included experimenting with sex. Different positions, locations, toys. Like I said, she tried anything at least once.
In fact, I had somehow convinced Lisa that having sex in front of someone would be hotter than she could ever imagine. She balked at first. But I knew I had piqued her interest. It wasn’t too hard to get her to agree to try something at her apartment. I knew once there I could get her to go further. She’d be begging me for it once I started in on her.
Was I a bastard for tricking her into this? Maybe. But I’d heard the talk of her infatuation with Sean before I met her. So yeah, I guess I wanted to show that I could make Lisa want me as much as she had wanted anyone else. What better way than to have a witness.
Admittedly it was a bit awkward when we entered her apartment. We made some small chit chat with her roomie. Lisa seemed extra shy too. Screw it I thought and grabbed Lisa by the shoulders and marched her right to the bedroom. There was no doubt what we’d be doing. Just as I nudged Lisa through the door I turned and mouthed the words, “open,” and grinned as I walked into the bedroom behind Lisa.
We were soon on the bed with our clothes tossed all the fuck over the room. I made sure Lisa was on her back, her legs towards the door. I made sure I blocked her view of the entry as I let my hands roam over her body. I knew I needed to get her worked up. I liked that she got loud during sex. Hopefully her moans would drown out any sounds of an opening door. If I could keep her mind occupied she’d not notice anything else as well. I didn’t just want her wanting me, I wanted everyone else to know she wanted me.
Just as I was about to stuff my fingers into her a sound came from the direction of the door.
“Damnit, not yet,” I thought.
But it was too late. I saw Lisa’s eyes dart to the door. She’d heard the knob click open. I felt her tense and begin to withdraw from me. No, not now.
I quickly moved my fingers inside of her and she moaned loudly. The door creaked open a bit. I could see the face looking in and watching. Afraid that Lisa would notice her roommate peeking in, I quickly curled my fingers I started to scratch at Lisa’s g-spot.
“Maybe she didn’t notice,” I thought. Lisa opened her legs wider.
Yes, that’s it. I continued to finger her. We were being watched as I took her, and she didn’t even know it. I was fucking beside myself with excitement.
It shocked me a bit when I saw Lisa’s eyes search the doorway when she thought I wouldn’t notice. She moaned again and the voluntarily widened her legs further, making me realize she enjoyed being watched.
Horny bitch. I slowly slid my fingers from her pussy and pressed down on her pearl. More moans. I could see her glancing at the door repeatedly now. Lisa was totally getting off on being an exhibitionist. I decided to see how far I could take this. I reached down with my other hand and pulled her lips open, exposing her pinkness.
She started to shake.
*** My Story ***
“Finally,” I thought. A quiet night to myself. Living with another person could be hell at times. I wasn’t very good at sharing and needed my space. With the roommate gone for the night I had planned on plopping myself on the sofa with a big bowl of popcorn and the remote control.
After an hour of flipping past channels I got bored. Truth be told, I was feeling lonely. Saturday night and no date. When was the last time I’d been out on a date? Just over two months I think. Yes. Two months. That’s when the person I’d fell in love with left me.
Well, okay, not left as in went away. I mean, it’s not like we ever really dated. It was just flirting. And I played the disinterested card. Stupid! I thought the game would continue a bit more and the interest level would increase. Just when I thought the time was right and was about to make a move, she started dating another guy.
I’d messed up and I knew it.
So there I sat. Greasy popcorn fingers and old reruns. I was about to clean up and head for bed when to my surprise I saw the front door open.
“Lisa? What are you doing home? I thought you two were going out tonight?”
I was slightly confused as I looked back and forth between Lisa and her boyfriend.
I’d been rooming with Lisa for a while now, but for some reason she seemed nervous tonight. The three of us were making small talk, and I asked her how things were going. However, Lisa’s guy suddenly cut her off and guided Lisa to her bedroom.
What the hell was going on?
Her boyfriend turned to me as they reached the doorway. It was strange. He turned and seemed to be saying something to me.
“Open.”
Is that what he said? What the hell did that mean?
As they disappeared into Lisa’s room I decided to clean up and head to bed. I so didn’t need to know what was going on in there. Jesus, when did Lisa start becoming so… so… so I don’t know what.
Frustrated, I tossed my hands in the air, grabbed the empty popcorn bowl and tossed it into the sink. Screw it, the dishes could wait until morning.
As I passed Lisa’s room I heard the distinct sounds of sex. Oh my god. They were doing it.
I should go to my room I thought. I should go now.
But I stood rooted in place.
The noises started getting louder. I could clearly hear Lisa moaning. In pleasure? Definitely.
Damn. She obviously believed in God as well.
I needed to move from her doorway. I mean, this was kind of private right?
Or did they want me to hear?
I mean, they knew I was home. It wasn’t like they were making any attempt to be quiet either.
I softly crept to the doorway and turned the knob.
Damnit. We should have fixed the squeaky hinges. Did they hear? Hell if I knew. For an instant it seemed like they stopped. But it must have just been just to change positions of something because almost instantly I heard Lisa cry out again. I could even feel my own breathing speed up.
Hearing them wasn’t enough. I wanted to see what they were doing. I pushed the door open a bit further and was able to peek inside. He had Lisa trapped on the bed and was fingering the hell out of her. To say she was enjoying it would have been an understatement. She was bucking like a crazed person, trying to push into his hand. Her legs were wide apart.
Obscenely so.
I wanted to tear myself away. I didn’t want to be caught at the door. But more, I couldn’t bear to watch. I wanted to watch. And I didn’t want to watch.
I was in love with Lisa and she was having sex with someone else. Perhaps she loved him, perhaps not. All I knew was that it wasn’t me.
I watched as he moved his hand further down her body. He had Lisa on the verge and he knew it. I turned to leave. I wanted to save what little dignity I had left. But as I turned to go, I caught a quick glance from Lisa. Fuck. She saw me. I was about to say I was sorry but was stopped short when I saw him reach down and splay open Lisa’s sex with his fingers, totally exposing her. I glanced back at Lisa, thinking she would feel ashamed at being seen in this position. She looked at me and silently mouthed, “I love you Sean.”
Then she started to cum.