The Night I Watched Sutton Cum

I was at my close friend Sutton’s apartment because we had a paper due and I literally can never focus at my own place. She has this little one bedroom near campus with a couch that faces the kitchen and a window that lets in too much light but somehow that makes it better for working. We spread our notes out and sat on opposite ends of the couch and worked for hours.

I fell asleep around eleven. I did not mean to. I was reading a source on my laptop and the next thing I knew the screen was dark and the apartment was quiet and there was a blanket over me that I had not put there.

I could hear something. Not loud. Through the wall. Through her bedroom door which was not all the way closed.

Breathing. Low. Intense. Then a voice. Sutton’s voice. Soft. Saying something I could not quite hear.

I should have put my head back down. I should have pulled the blanket up and closed my eyes and gone back to sleep. That is what a normal person would do. That is what I kept telling myself as I sat up slowly and put my bare feet on the cold floor and stood up. Guess curiosity got the best of me.

The hallway was dark. Her bedroom door was cracked open maybe three inches. A lamp was on inside. Warm yellow light was falling across the floor in a narrow strip and I stood just outside of it.

I could see the bed. I could see Sutton on her back. Her t shirt pushed up over her chest. Her boyfriend between her legs. His mouth on her pussy. Her hands in his hair. Her back arching off the mattress in pleasure.

My heart was pounding. I was worried about getting caught.

She moaned. Quiet but real. Like she was trying not to be loud because she knew I was on the couch. Her hips lifted against his mouth and his hands went to her thighs to hold her still and she gasped and bit her lip and I watched her face change the way faces change when something feels too good to control.

I pressed my back against the wall next to the door. My legs felt weak. There was heat between my legs that had nothing to do with the hallway or the blanket or the fact that I had been asleep five minutes ago. It was watching her. Watching the way her body moved. The sounds she was making that she thought no one could hear.

I slid my hand down my stomach. Under the waistband of my shorts. I was wet. Already. From standing in a dark hallway watching one of my best friends get eaten out.

My fingers found my clit and I pressed against it and my whole body shuddered. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet. I moved my fingers in slow circles matching the rhythm of her breathing on the other side of the wall. When she moaned louder I pressed harder. When she went quiet I slowed down. Like I was connected to whatever was happening in that room.

He moved up her body. I heard kissing. Wet. Open mouthed. Then rustling. Then she said “yes” in a voice that sounded nothing like the girl who had been sitting next to me three hours ago reading about economic theory. She sounded hungry. She sounded like someone I did not know she could be.

I heard the bed creak. I heard him push his cock inside her. I heard her gasp and then moan long and slow and I pressed two fingers against my clit harder and felt my thighs trembling. My other hand was flat against the wall to keep myself standing because my knees were going soft.

I could not see as well from this angle. Just shapes. Just movement. But I could hear everything. Every breath. Every shift of the mattress. The sound of skin. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. The way she kept saying his name in this whisper like she could not get enough air.

My fingers moved faster. I was so close to cumming. I could feel it building from somewhere deep, this pressure that kept climbing, and I was trying to keep my breathing even and trying not to lean too far into the light from the door and trying not to make any sound at all. I would be so embarrassed if they caught me like this.

She came first. I heard it. This sharp intake of breath and then a moan she could not hold back even if she tried. It lasted a long time. And the sound of her orgasm pushed me over the edge and I came standing up against her hallway wall with my hand between my legs and my eyes closed and my mouth pressed shut.

I stayed like that for a few seconds. Leaning against the wall. Shaking. I heard he whisper to him “Finish inside pls” Then I heard him finish too. Then quiet. Then laughing. Soft. The kind of laughing people do after sex.

I crept back to the couch. My fingers were still wet. I wiped them on the inside of my shorts and pulled the blanket up and curled onto my side facing the back of the couch. My heart was still going. My face was hot. I could feel how flushed I was even in the dark.

A few minutes later the bedroom door opened all the way and my friend walked into the kitchen. I heard the faucet run. A glass of water. She walked past me and I kept my eyes closed and my breathing slow and quiet like I was still asleep.

She stood there for a second. I could feel her looking at me. Then she went back to the bedroom and closed the door all the way this time and I heard the lock click.

I lay there for a long time. Still wet. Still warm. Still thinking about the sounds she made. I am still a virgin and I am happy with that. But I must admit I feel a bit jealous about my friends who are having sex already. My body wants it, even if my choice has been made.