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Before I was with my boyfriend, I lived with a female roommate. She had a boyfriend, and their relationship was anything but private. My roommate was unhinged by nudity and wasn’t scared of showing herself to me. Often, she would walk around the apartment half-naked, seemingly oblivious to any sense of modesty. When her boyfriend came over, their sex sessions were loud and passionate, echoing through the thin walls of our shared space.
I mentioned their loudness a few times, but she always responded sarcastically, “Then you should have joined us.” She didn’t know it at the time, but I secretly enjoyed listening to their escapades. Their moans and the rhythmic sounds of their lovemaking stirred something deep inside me, awakening desires I hadn’t fully explored.
One Friday, after they returned from clubbing, I found myself feeling particularly horny. I could hear them as they stumbled into her room, giggling and kissing, their passion igniting once again. As their moans began to fill the apartment, I couldn’t help but move closer to her door, my heart racing with excitement.
I pressed my ear to the door, listening intently as I slowly started to rub myself through my panties. The sound of their pleasure drove me wild, and I felt a desperate need to be part of it. Summoning my courage, I gently pushed the door open, hoping they would…
