Listening to My Roommate Get Fucked by Her Tinder Date

Title: Listening to My Roommate Get Fucked by Her Tinder Date
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Story
I was in the middle of folding laundry in my room when I heard the front door open. It was Emily, my roommate, back from whatever date she had tonight. She wasn’t alone. I could hear a guy’s deep voice laughing with her as they kicked off their shoes in the hallway.
“Want something to drink?” Emily asked, her voice already a little flirty.
“Nah, I’m good,” the guy replied. He sounded confident, the kind of voice that meant he knew exactly why he was here.
I stayed quiet in my room with the door cracked open just a bit. The apartment was small, one of those cheap two-bedroom places where you can hear everything. The TV in the living room clicked on for about two minutes before it went silent. Then came the kissing sounds—wet, sloppy, urgent.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” the guy muttered. I heard them stumble toward Emily’s bedroom, which shared a thin wall with mine. My heart started beating faster. This wasn’t the first time she’d brought someone home from Tinder, but tonight she didn’t even try to be quiet.
I sat on the edge of my bed, laundry forgotten. The springs in her bed creaked as they fell onto it. Clothes rustled and dropped to the floor.
“Oh shit,” Emily moaned loudly. “Your cock feels so good already.”
I bit my lip. My hand slid down my stomach without thinking. I was wearing just an old tank top and loose shorts, no panties. My fingers brushed over my pussy and found it already getting wet. The sounds coming through the wall were so raw and real. Skin slapping, heavy breathing, Emily’s bed banging against the wall.
“Yeah, take it,” the guy growled. “You like that dick, don’t you?”
“Mmm, fuck me harder,” Emily gasped. Her voice was getting louder with every thrust. I could picture it clearly—her on all fours or legs spread wide, tits bouncing while this random Tinder guy pounded her.
I slipped two fingers inside my pussy, slowly at first, matching their rhythm. The wet sounds of her getting fucked were turning me on so much. My clit was swollen and sensitive. I rubbed it in little circles while listening to them go at it.
The headboard started thumping rhythmically against the wall. “Right there, right there, oh my god,” Emily cried out. She wasn’t holding back at all. I wondered if she knew I was home. Part of me hoped she did.
I pumped my fingers faster, imagining the guy’s thick cock stretching her out. The smell of my own arousal filled my room. Sweat was already beading on my forehead even though I wasn’t the one getting railed.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he grunted. The slapping sounds got louder and wetter. Emily was moaning almost non-stop now, high-pitched and desperate.
I grabbed one of my pillows and buried my face in it to muffle my own sounds as I fingered myself harder. My shorts were pushed down to my ankles. My legs were spread, knees bent, toes curling every time Emily let out another loud “yes!”
They changed positions. The bed creaked differently. “Ride me,” he told her. I heard her giggle breathlessly before the rhythmic squeaking started again. “Bounce on that cock, baby.”
Emily was loud as hell. “It feels so deep like this… I’m gonna cum soon.”
My own orgasm was building fast. My pussy was dripping down my fingers onto the sheets. I rubbed my clit furiously while listening to her get closer. The guy was groaning louder too, calling her a good little slut, telling her to cum all over his dick.
When Emily came, it was loud and unmistakable. She almost screamed, her voice breaking as she shook through it. “Fuck, I’m cumming! Don’t stop!”
That pushed me over the edge. I came hard, biting the pillow as my pussy clenched around my fingers. Waves of pleasure rolled through me while her orgasm sounds kept coming through the wall. My thighs trembled and I kept rubbing, drawing it out.
They didn’t stop. The guy flipped her over again. I heard the distinct wet smack of skin on skin as he fucked her through her orgasm. Emily was whimpering and moaning, completely lost in it.
I lay there catching my breath, fingers still buried in my soaked pussy, listening to every thrust. The dirty talk kept going.
“You want my cum?” he asked, voice strained.
“Yes, fill me up,” Emily begged. “Cum inside me.”
A few more hard slams and he groaned deep, holding it as he came. The sounds were so filthy and real—the wet, sticky noises of him pumping his load into her. Emily moaned softly as he finished, telling him how good it felt.
For a minute it was just heavy breathing and the bed settling. I pulled my fingers out and licked them clean, tasting myself while my heart pounded.
Then reality hit. I heard them laughing quietly, the guy saying something about how hot she was. Emily told him she needed to clean up. I quickly pulled my shorts up and tried to look normal in case she came out.
A few minutes later I heard her door open. Footsteps to the bathroom. The shower started. The guy was still in her room, probably checking his phone.
I lay back on my bed, pussy still throbbing, wondering if she’d bring him back for round two or if this was it. These nights always left me horny as hell and a little jealous. But mostly just satisfied from getting off to the real sounds of my roommate getting fucked senseless by some Tinder stranger.
The TV in the living room clicked back on eventually. Normal apartment life resumed like nothing happened. But my soaked sheets and the lingering smell of sex in the air reminded me exactly what I’d just done.
I smiled to myself. Next time I’d leave my door open a little wider. Maybe even let her catch me listening.