My First Voyeur Experience

College can be the best place for sexual exploration and in many cases the first time kids really get it on.

My freshman year roommate apparently either felt very comfortable with me or thought I was sleeping. We had our beds bunked to allow more space in the room for our stuff and hanging out (read: cluttered junk and smoking pot) and since I didn’t like light in the morning I had two throw blankets shoved underneath her mattress so that they hung down around my bed creating a cave-like environment. Perhaps being hidden away like this they forgot about me.

It was late when she came in and crawled up top but despite the dark room I wasn’t asleep. I quickly felt the beds shake as a second person climbed up with her. Soon I heard quiet giggling and whispers I couldn’t make out, followed by the unmistakable sounds of kissing. Unsure what to do I just laid there quietly hidden away thinking they would surely stop there. But no. The kissing kept up and despite my annoyance I was somewhat aroused. As soon as I heard the first breathy moan from one of them I knew I was in trouble. My heart was racing and that familiar tingle zipped down from my throat to my cunt and I was pretty wet. I saw the mattress sag down above my head heard the springs groan under the weight of them both and the bed rocked with their movements.

My hand snaked down under my clothes and tentatively dipped into my gushing pussy. Keep in mind I was a late-bloomer and so I had never really masturbated much – hardly at all in fact and rarely to orgasm. Afraid they would hear the sloppy sounds of my fingers I slowly moved my pillow and placed it over my lap. I pulled back my side blanket just a bit to look in our mirror and could see that she was on top and fluidly grinding on his body. The light from the alarm clocks didn’t get me much of a view but I could see her small pale breasts and a hint of her leg; her midnight lover had a palm to one breast and her head was thrown back. I couldn’t tell if she was completely naked or not – she later claimed they never had sex that night but I don’t think I believed her.

The sighs and heavy breathing were getting the better of me and my two fingers were pumping in and out of my cunt so quickly. I heard her high pitched soft moans and saw he had one hand at her mons. She got a little louder, my hand went a little faster, and I think we might have orgasmed together. But it didn’t help; I so desperately craved human contact of my own right then. I smoothed down my clothes and gingerly, quietly, quickly escaped from my bed and the 3 feet to our door. As I opened the door to our hallway, and the harsh light came in, I glanced back and saw my roommate’s surprised flushed face looking apologetic. I quickly let them get back to business.

Now then…a boy. 1.a.m. I tried calling one guy who was a friend I fooled around with but he didn’t answer. To distract myself I went down to the basement rec room to watch TV. RJ, a guy I fooled around with occasionally, was thankfully, miraculously, there watching a movie. His roommate was with him but saw me and left a minute later. RJ and I never had sex and never would; we both had someone back home and the illicit affair had its bounds. We started out on the horrible vinyl dorm couch but quickly moved to the pool table. He was one of the top 5 kissers in my career, still is on that list. We made out for an hour with hands roaming overtop clothes in the most erotic and naughty fashion. It didn’t take much of my hand stroking his cock through his silky basketball shorts for him to cum. I took great pride in that but he seemed a little embarrassed. We parted for the night shortly after; my cunt was still throbbing but I was mostly sated (if this were present day you can bet your ass I would have had a cock, real or silicone, slamming in and out with a vibe on my clit but alas I was young and untrained).

It never happened again – and when I returned to the room the boy was gone.