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   Watching Laura Pt.  01

   "Shh.  Hey!  No, I said -""

   The sound of giggling wakes Jane up.  She groggily reaches in the half
dark for her phone.  1:24.  She groans quietly and closes her eyes.

   "Not here!" Another giggle.  Jane sighs and sets her phone down.  Her
roommate Laura is home late, probably drunk, and with another conquest.  At
least it's a long weekend; she's exhausted from midterms and being woken up
in the middle of the night isn't helping.  "Oh my god, really?"

   A soft click and the living room lights turn on, the warm yellow light
seeping into her room through the cracks in the doorway.

   "What if she wakes up?"

   "She's not going to wake up," a male voice says.  "If she were a light
sleeper like you said, she would've woken up when you tripped in the
hallway."

   "I guess," Laura says.  She sounds nervous, or excited.  Maybe both. 
"I've never done this though.  Have you?"

   He replies, but too quietly for Jane to make out the words.  Jane
considers searching her nightstand for her earplugs when she hears him say,
"That's it, baby.  Suck it."

   Jane's desire to sleep evaporates.  Quietly, she sits up in bed, careful
not to let her bed creak.  Holding her breath, she slowly makes her way to
the door.  She can hear the sound of fabric rustling, a soft male groan. 
There's a small hole in the door a few feet off the ground, and if she
kneels she can look right through it into the adjacent living room.  She
presses closer, and bites back a gasp at the sight -

   Laura, nude except for a black thong, her backside facing Jane's bedroom
door.  Kneeling on the floor in front of a man, head bobbing, the man's
hand in her blonde hair.

   Jane's seen Laura in a bikini a handful of times, but Laura was never
one for skimpy suits.  Jane knew Laura had full breasts and long legs, and
was popular with men.  She knew that Laura had a nice body from the way her
jeans hugged her curves, but seeing her exposed flesh - seeing her engage
in sexual acts in their living room - was something else entirely.  Her
flawless skin, her narrow waist further accentuated by the curve of her
ass. Jane swallows thickly, warmth pooling between her legs.

   "Come on, get up," the man says.  He sits down on the couch facing
Jane's bedroom, pulling Laura onto his lap.  They kiss, and he reaches to
grope her ass, squeezing and slapping the round globes.

   "Not so loud," she protests.  "Jane might hear."

   "Don't you want her to?" the man asks, grinning.  He toyed with the
thong, his fingers slipping underneath the fabric.  Laura whimpers softly,
hips moving.  "I think you want her to."

   "No, I - mm - don't."

   "Then why'd you get so wet just now from my suggestion?"

   Laura - what?  Jane's pulse is loud in her ear.  She takes a deep,
shaking breath.

   "Mm don't stop, please don't stop," Laura says, and the man kisses her
again.

   "I won't if you turn around."

   Laura complies and Jane bites her lip hard to keep from moaning at the
sight.  Now Laura's flushed face is in view, the pink extending down her
long neck to her perfect, full breasts.  They heave and bounce slightly
with every breath, nipples standing at attention.  Jane's eyes linger and
continue down the taut lines of her stomach, black skimpy thong shoved
aside to reveal her shaved mound.  Laura shifts slightly, spreading her
legs as the man's hand reaches down, and Jane gets a glimpse of her
glistening cunt.

   "Mm," she moans softly.  The man sweeps Laura's hair off her neck,
kissing and sucking the skin lightly as his fingers swirl slowly around her
clit.  "Just like that..."

   "Feels good when I touch you like that huh baby?  Like when I play with
your clit?"

   "Feels so good," she agrees.

   His other hand reaches for a breast, cupping it and feeling its weight
before rolling and pinching her nipple.

   Jane's never been with another woman before, though the thought has
crossed her mind.  She likes the female figure, has always been interested
in how it would feel to grope a breast, to slip her fingers in someone's
cunt, to taste someone's wetness.  Seeing shy, beautiful Laura spread like
that, touched like that - desire burns through her.  Her nipples are hard,
poking out through her thin nightshirt, and she's sure that if she reached
down her panties would be wet.  Slowly, she readjusts; her legs are stiff
from kneeling, and she winces from the sudden sensation that jolts through
them as she spreads her legs a little.  She slides one hand under her shirt
to play with her nipples, and another darts under the waistband of her
panties.  She is wet, wetter than she is when she reads erotica or watches
porn, wetter than she has been with the men that she's gone home with.

   "You've got the most amazing tits," the man sighs, hand slipping away
from her slit to grab Laura's other breast.  He smears her juices on her
nipples, and those two points glisten in the warm light; Jane has the
sudden desire to lick the wetness off Laura's skin.  She wishes she were
closer, wishes she could feel Laura's heat, wishes she could brush gently
against Laura and feel her trembling with want.  She's so jealous of that
man.

   "You like them?" Laura giggle shyly.  She squirms on his lap, hips
gyrating.  He rocks against her too.

   "Yeah," he says gruffly.  "If I had my way, you'd be walking around with
them hanging out all the time.  I want to touch them all the time."

   Jane swirls her finger over her pulsing clit.  Pleasure swells inside
her.

   "You'd have me walk around topless outside?  In public?" Laura gasps.

   "Baby, I'd have you walk around naked.  Well, maybe not naked.  Your ass
looks mighty fine in this thong."

   "But people would stare."

   "Damn right." He slaps her breast gently, and Jane watches, transfixed,
as it bounces.  He slips his fingers into Laura's mouth.  Jane watches her
tongue dart out to wet them, and then his fingers are back on her nipples,
teasing them while Laura moans.  "They'd touch, too.  Everyone reaching for
your tits, playing with your nipples.  That get you excited?"

   "Maybe," she says breathily.  Her eyes are closed, head leaned back on
his shoulder.

   "Let's see." One finger plunges inside her cunt and Laura cries out. 
"Soaking wet."

   "Fuck," Laura whines.

   Jane's folds part readily and she slides a finger inside her.

   "How about two fingers?"

   Jane watches as a second finger stretches Laura's slick pussy and bites
back a moan as she does the same.

   "You're close?"

   "Yes, oh my god.  Keep touching my clit, please."

   He pulls his fingers out and complies, and Jane rubs her clit the same
way the man rubs Laura's.  The pleasure is cresting now, Jane is so close -

   "Oh my god - oh my god -"

   Jane can't look away.  Laura's breasts heave, hips rocking.  Her hands
are clenched, every muscle on her body tense with pleasure so close.  She
can't help but moan herself, and she would be scared of getting caught if
Laura didn't cry out in unison, body lifting off the man, shaking almost
uncontrollably with her pleasure.  Jane cums to the sound of Laura's "I'm
cumming, oh my god I'm cumming!"

   The pleasure lasts for what feels like minutes.  When Jane finally comes
down from it, Laura is still trembling.  The man whispers something to her
and she giggles, turning her head to kiss him.  He shifts her body in his
arms and then stands up.  Laura drapes herself over him bonelessly, and he
smacks her ass again playfully.

   "Let's get you to bed," he says, voice fond, and something in Jane
breaks a little.

   She stands hastily, too hastily.  Her legs are stiff again and she leans
too far to one side, and the floorboards creak.  The man's footsteps
suddenly stop and Jane curses herself silently, forcing herself to stay
absolutely still, even as her left leg swarms with static.

   "Did you hear that?" the man says.

   "No?" Laura asks uncertainly.  "There's no one else awake here.  It's
just me and my roommate."

   "Hm." He doesn't sound convinced, but Jane breathes a sigh of relief as
the footsteps continue - away from her bedroom.  "Alright."

   Jane climbs into bed.  Sleep starts to catch up to her, and she files
the night away into her fantasies.



   Watching Laura Pt.  02

   When Jane walks into the kitchen in the morning and sees Laura already
sitting at the dinner table with a steaming mug of coffee, she freezes. 
She almost turns tail to hide in her room, but remembers that Laura would
have no idea that Jane had been shamelessly touching herself to the view of
Laura and her partner the previous night.  If anything, acting out of the
ordinary would only make Laura suspicious.

   It's not like she can say anything, Jane reasons.  She was the one
having sex in the living room, of all places.

   "Morning," Jane says, and she's relieved to find her voice sounds
normal. She walks over to the fridge and grabs a yogurt.

   "Morning!  You look exhausted."

   "Yeah, well, midterms were rough." Laura makes a small sympathetic
noise. Jane grabs a spoon and sits down at the table across from Laura,
trying not to stare too much.  Laura's sleep camisole doesn't cover a lot
of skin, but even a more conservative T-shirt couldn't hide the faint red
marks on her neck.  "How'd you sleep?"

   "I was up pretty late," Laura says, raising her coffee mug.  Her cheeks
color and she looks into her drink.  "Brennan's here, by the way."

   Jane swallows too much yogurt and coughs.  "Brennan...?" That must be
the man from last night, Jane realizes.  The name sounds familiar, but she
can't place it.

   "We went on a few dates last month.  Then he was out of town for a few
weeks, so I didn't get to see him."

   "Oh, right." Jane remembers Brennan now.  They'd never formally met, but
Laura had gushed about how kind and funny he was, and Laura had seemed a
little listless the past few weeks.  "Is he a student?"

   "No, he graduated two years ago.  He's friends with Jake, that's how we
met."

   Jake is Laura's brother, with a reputation for being on the wild side.
Jane raises her eyebrows.  "Another frat boy then?"

   "No, just one of his work friends," a deep male voice says, and Jane
looks up in surprise to see the same man from last night walk into the
kitchen.  They lock eyes and Brennan smiles.  She didn't notice last night,
but up close in the daylight Jane can see that he's quite attractive.  He
looks surprisingly clean cut given what she saw and heard of last night's
activities, but Jane tries not to focus so much on that.  A strange
expression flits across his face but he simply makes his way to grab a mug
from the cabinet (how did he know where we keep the mugs?) and pours
himself a cup of coffee.

   "Babe, any more coffee for you?"

   "I'm good, thanks," Laura says, smiling brightly.

   Brennan takes the seat to Laura's right, kissing her temple.  "You got
up so early," he says, voice low.

   "Sorry," she murmurs back, flushing.  "We're usually up pretty early on
weekends," she says, eyes darting to Jane, then back to Brennan.

   "As long as you're not avoiding me," he says sweetly, then reaches
around her shoulder and squeezes her left breast.

   Jane startles at the brazen display, and Laura lets out a small squeak,
but Brennan doesn't react.  He brings the mug to his mouth and takes a sip,
his hand still on Laura's breast.

   "Laura's told me a bit about you.  Your name is Jane?" he asks.

   "Hm?  Oh.  Yeah.  I'm Jane," she says dazedly, tearing her eyes away
from Laura's breast with difficulty.  It's hard to meet either of their
eyes, and she looks down into her yogurt.  "I'm Laura's roommate," she says
lamely.

   "Yeah, I figured that out," Brennan laughs.  Laura whimpers softly and
Jane sneaks a glance, biting her lip when she realizes that Brennan is
pinching and rolling her nipple through her camisole.  Both of her nipples
are hard, poking out from the thin material.  "Laura says you study
mathematics?"

   "Um.  Yeah.  And statistics." Jane squirms in her seat.

   "That's cool.  Quantitative girl, huh?  I've never had much of a brain
for numbers.  Using a spreadsheet is about all I can do." His fingers push
down her camisole and Laura's left breast pops out.  Jane can't believe it.
She blinks rapidly and pinches her thigh, but she's not dreaming.  This is
really happening!  That perfect, full breast is on display again, and Jane
wants.  She feels a rush of arousal between her legs, and her own nipples
are hard, poking through the soft cotton of her sleep shirt.  "Doesn't
Laura have the prettiest nipples?"

   "Mm - huh?"

   "Her nipples," he says, like she's slow.  Jane supposes she is slow to
understand what's happening.  With his other hand, Brennan pulls down the
other side of her camisole and Laura's right breast is freed from the
fabric as well.  He starts pinching them and Laura moans.  "Look at the
color.  So pink.  I just want to put them in my mouth.  Don't you?"

   Jane flounders.  She looks at Laura.  Laura looks shyly back, eyes a
little glassy, biting her lip.  "Do you?" Laura asks softly.

   "Yeah," Jane says, once she can find her voice again.

   Brennan leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth.  Laura whimpers,
back arching slightly.

   "Go ahead, Jane," he says.  "Your turn."

   Slowly, Laura leans over the table until her breasts are dangling next
to Jane's face.  Her right nipple is still glistening with Brennan's
saliva. Jane tentatively reaches out and cups Laura's breasts in her hands,
feeling their weight.  Laura's breasts are full and round and every bit as
soft as she imagined.  She swipes her thumbs over her rock-hard nipples,
feeling Laura tremble in response.  That gets Jane excited.  She swipes her
thumbs over and over her nipples, flicking them until Laura is shaking. 
Then she captures one in her mouth, dragging her tongue over it.

   "Oh!  Jane," Laura gasps.  Jane releases Laura's nipple with a soft
'pop' noise, horrified at her actions.  But Laura isn't mad, or even upset;
her eyes are closed, mouth wet and parted.

   "That's good," Brennan says softly, pulling Laura onto his lap.  One
hand continues to play with her breast, and Jane sees the other snake down
between her belly until the edge of the table hides her view.  She almost
groans in frustration, wishing she could see his fingers play with Laura's
pussy.

   Brennan follows Jane's gaze and smiles.  "You want to see me touch her?"
Brennan asks.

   "Yes," Jane says softly.  She's aroused by the display, the naughtiness
of the whole situation only fanning her desire.

   "Okay.  But first, you have to take off your shirt."

   "I - what?" Jane's voice is panicked, brought back to reality for a
moment.

   "Your shirt," he says patiently.  "Laura, don't you want to see?"

   "I want to see," Laura moans.  "Jane, take it off."

   Laura wants to see her nude!  As if hypnotized, Jane lifts up the hem of
her shirt.  Brennan and Laura watch her intently and she closes her eyes as
she awkwardly lifts the fabric over her head, and then she's nude from the
waist up.

   "You've got amazing tits," Brennan says.

   Her breasts are smaller than Laura's, but she privately agrees.  They're
perky and fit perfectly in a pair of hands, instead of spilling out almost
obscenely like Laura's.

   The chair scoots against the wood floor as Brennan stands up, lifting
Laura in his arms.  He sets her down on the table facing Jane, her legs
spread.  It's clear now that Laura was only wearing a pair of lace panties
when she sat at the kitchen table that morning, a tiny scrap of cloth
that's drenched and now tugged to the side, revealing a glistening mound
and pink cunt.  There's a look of surprise and shame on her Laura's face as
she's so suddenly exposed to Jane.

   "Now you can watch as I touch her," Brennan says, and his fingers find
her clit.  He continues to play with her left nipple, kissing her neck.

   Laura whimpers, grabbing his arm.  "I'm close," she pants.

   "Hear that?  She's close," Brennan says.  "Want to give her a show, get
her there faster?  Touch your breasts."

   Jane listens.  Her nipples are hard and begging to be touched anyway,
and she moans when her hands finally brush against them.  She watches
Brennan's fingers play Laura like an instrument, sees Laura's wide eyes on
her own breasts with an expression like wonder, the desire plain and
intense on her face.  It feels good to be admired by two people, to have
her pleasure be their pleasure too.  Brennan leans in to scrape his teeth
on Laura's ear and she cries out, hips bucking, knuckles white.

   "I'm cumming!" she cries out.  "Brennan, Jane, I'm!  I'm cumming!"

   Laura seems to cum and cum, body trembling and hips lifting off the
kitchen table as she cries out wantonly.  Her skin is flushed from her
cheeks down to her breasts, and her legs jerk as the waves of pleasure ebb
through her.  Jane moans at the sight, the desire to cum almost unbearable.

   "Good girl," Brennan whispers.  He pats her cunt, making Laura twitch
and whimper, and fondles her breasts again.  "You're so beautiful when you
cum.  Isn't she, Jane?"

   Jane swallows.  "Beautiful," she pants.  Her hands are still playing
with her nipples, though it feels more shameful now that it's not for Laura
or Brennan.  She feels perverted, playing with herself in front of them for
her own pleasure.

   "Jane, do you want to cum too?" Brennan asks, smiling at her.

   "Do I -?"

   Laura leans over the table and locks eyes with Jane.  Slowly, Laura
presses her lips to the corner of Jane's mouth.  She pulls back, looking at
Jane uncertainly, and this time Jane leans forward, pressing their lips
together in an open-mouthed kiss.  Laura tastes like coffee, and her tongue
is hot and insistent in her mouth.

   "Do you want us to make you cum?" Laura asks, breath hot on Jane's skin.

   Jane closes her eyes.  "Yes," she breathes.


   Watching Laura Pt.  03