I Just Wanna Get Laid

“Hmmm…” the sound slipped into the room, soft but impossible to ignore. Quin Ashford shifted under her covers, eyes still closed; she was tired; she had just moved in today and she had gone through various administration processes. She needed sleep.

 Muffled moaning sounds drifted through the air of the hostel room, a low, rhythmic sound that pulled Quin from sleep. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the gloom.

The room wasn't pitch black; a faint bedside lamp was on, casting long, distorted shadows across the little space. The noise continued, a wet, slick sound accompanied by a sharp intake of breath, then a low, vibrating groan that seemed to vibrate against the metal frame of her bunk.

Quin shifted, the cheap mattress rustling beneath her. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the sound to be something else, a dream, a stray noise from the hallway, from a phone. But the rhythm was too deliberate, too human. She lay on the top bunk, her heart hammering against her ribs, a flush of heat rising to her cheeks that had nothing to do with the stifling room temperature.

She had only moved into the hostel that morning, hugging her duffel bag up three flights of stairs to meet the two girls already assigned to the other beds. They were in their second year.

They had introduced themselves as Mara Delacroix and Jade Fontaine.

They had seemed nice enough, loud, confident, everything Quin wasn't, but this was beyond her understanding.

The metal ladder to the lower bunk creaked.

Quin froze. She stared at the ceiling, trying to think about something else or even go back to sleep, but her ears were tuned to the drama unfolding just feet away. A soft whimper floated up, followed by the distinct slap of skin against skin.

It was a sound she had only heard in hushed whispers or the muffled audio of videos she quickly clicked away from. Her mind scrambled to process it, her innocence acting as a hindrance that refused to accept the reality of her roommates entwined in passionate sex just a few feet away.

It was absurd. 

For fuck's sake, they weren’t alone; Somebody else was in the room. 

They were supposed to be sleeping.

But the air grew heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal, a musky tang that permeated the small space.

Curiosity, a trait she usually suppressed, began to itch under her skin. Slowly, carefully, Quin rolled onto her side and peered over the edge of the mattress, just enough to see the lower bunk.

In the dim light, the scene was a blur of pale limbs and a tangled duvet. Mara was kneeling between the spread thighs of the other. The girl on her back, Jade, had her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream, her fingers gripping the metal bars of the bed frame until her knuckles turned white. Mara moved with a mix of urgency and tenderness, her head dipping low between the other's legs.

Quin watched, breath hitching in her throat. She saw Mara’s tongue flick out, teasing the swollen clit of the girl beneath her while Jade arched her back, a shaky moan tearing from her throat, echoing off the walls. "Oh god, yes, just like that," she whispered, her voice ragged. "Lick that fucking pussy."

The explicit words hit Quin like a physical blow. She had never heard anyone talk like that in real life. Mara obliged, her face buried deep, eating out her roommate with a hunger that made the bed frame shudder.

The wet sounds of her mouth working the other girl's hole were loud, unashamed, and filled the room. Quin saw the muscles in Mara’s back flex and ripple as she gripped Jade’s thighs, pulling her tighter against her face.

Jade reached down, tangling her fingers in her partner's hair, grinding her hips up to meet the tongue. "Don't stop," she gasped, her voice rising in pitch. "I'm gonna cum; I'm gonna fucking cum all over your face."

Quin felt a throb deep in her belly, a sudden, aching pulse that terrified her. She squeezed her thighs together instinctively, but the friction only sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She was wet. The realization made her face burn hotter. She shouldn't be watching this. She shouldn't be listening to the filthy, wet sounds of a tongue fucking a pussy just a few feet below her. But she couldn't look away.

Mara shifted, sliding two fingers into the other girl's cunt alongside her tongue. The girl cried out, a high-pitched whine that bordered on a sob. "Fuck! Yes! Fill me up!"

The sight of the fingers disappearing into the wet, pink flesh was graphic and mesmerizing. The roommate pumped her hand in and out, the wet noise audible even over their heavy breathing. Jade was trembling, her entire body shaking as the orgasm built. "I'm cumming!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "I'm fucking cumming!"

Her body seized, back bowing off the mattress, thighs clamping around Mara’s head. Quin watched the spasms ripple through the girl's stomach, watched her toes curl until they cramped. Mara didn't stop, lapping up the juices as they flowed, prolonging the ecstasy until the girl beneath her collapsed, panting heavily, pushing gently at her head to signal sensitivity.

Quin pulled back, her head hitting the pillow with a soft thud. Her heart was racing so fast she thought it might burst out of her chest. She felt guilty, dirty, and overwhelmingly aroused. The sheets beneath her felt damp, her panties soaked through with a slickness that was unfamiliar and embarrassing. She tried to steady her breathing, to mimic the slow rhythm of sleep, but her body was betraying her.

Below, the rustling continued. Mara crawled up the length of Jade’s body, kissing her deeply, sharing the taste of the orgasm. Quin could hear the wet sounds of their tongues dueling, the soft murmurs of affection that followed the intensity.

"You taste so good," Mara murmured.

"Come here," Jade replied, pulling her into a hug.

They settled into the quiet aftermath, their breathing slowly syncing. Quin lay paralyzed, staring into the darkness. The silence that followed was louder than the noise had been. Every creak of the building, every distant car horn, seemed amplified. She tried to force her mind to blank out, to think of textbooks, schedules, the awkward orientation meeting she had sat through earlier that day, but the images burned into her retinas refused to fade. The glistening sweat, the spread legs, the fingers pumping in and out.

She squeezed her eyes shut, pretending to sleep, but her mind raced with confusion and a terrifying curiosity. She felt a strange ache between her legs, a hollow need that she didn't know how to fill. She was innocent, inexperienced, and, suddenly, painfully aware of how much she didn't know.

Just as Quin’s breathing began to slow and the throbbing between her thighs subsided into a dull ache, the silence was broken again. But this time, it wasn't from the bunk below. A soft, deliberate chime echoed from the nightstand beside her head, her phone lighting up the dark bunk with a ghostly blue glow. A text message from Jade flashed on the screen: I saw you watching.

She had exchanged contacts with them earlier.

She looked downwards at them; Jade winked at her.