Cult of Bimbo

Guilty Pleasure

Mousie is currently listening to her roommate have sex through the thin apartment walls.

This happens every time Ginger's boyfriend spends the night. They probably think they are discreet, but Mousie can always hear everything.

Absolutely everything.

Ginger's cute soft giggles as she tosses and stirs in the sheets.

"Shh, not too loud! Mousie is in the next room."

The barely decipherable whispers.

"You can't just tease me all day and expect nothing to happen..."

Brad's deep voice, even when speaking quietly, seemingly reverberates and sends chills down Mousie's spine.

"Fuck, I've been waiting for this..."

The sound of their moans and when it gets interrupted as her mouth meets his for an audibly wet, sloppy kiss.

The bed squeaks under their combined weight as he thrusts into her.

The sound of their bodies clapping into each other as they get lost in the pleasure.

Mousie is far too passive to ever bring to their attention how she can hear it all. Like many other things in her life, she simply learned to accept it.

It used to really bother her. It was only a reminder of how lonely she is as a 24 year old virgin. How she has never gone on a date, never had anyone show genuine interest in her.

Mousie's first was with Ginger in high-school, as a dare. Ginger has likely long forgotten by now, Mousie still thinks about it, wondering if Ginger would ever be willing to do it again. 

Ginger has always been the pretty friend, she's noticed everywhere she goes thanks to her long red curly hair, adorable freckles, big blue eyes, huge breast size and thick thighs. She's always been the one all the guys wanted, the one who receives compliments everywhere she does, the one with the perfect boyfriend.

Mousie is happy for her best friend of course, but couldn't help but feel inadequate by comparison. With her mousy brown hair, brown eyes, and small petite boyish figure.

Somehow all these feelings have manifested themselves into Mousie's guilty pleasure.

Not only has Mousie grown used to listening to her best friend have sex, but she's grown to enjoy it. She looks forward to it even. Her pussy can't help but twitch with excitement when Ginger says he's staying the night.

She goes to bed with her pussy already dripping with anticipation.

This is the closest she ever gets to any action.

She closes her eyes and envisions it all as her hands slide into her panties, feeling how wet she is listening to the sounds of her best friend be fucked only a foot away from her, with only a wall separating them.

She changes her position depending on what position she imagines them to be having sex in.

If it sounds more like missionary with lots of kissing she will lay on her back with her legs spread. If it sounds like Ginger is riding him, she will grind against her pillow. If it sounds like he's fucking her from the back, Mousy will get on her knees with her ass up and face buried into the pillow as she reaches back and fingers her soaking wet pussy.

Mousy slips a finger or two into herself, timing the rhythm with the sound of the bed squeaking.

Knowing first hand how thin the walls truly are, she uses her other hand to clasp her mouth. She wouldn't dare let a sound out, out of fear that her pathetic perversions would be discovered.

Mousie starts to rub her clit as she lets her mind wander.

What would they do if they ever found out not only she can hear it all, but she even times her orgasms to be in sync with theirs?

What would they do if she decided she couldn't take it anymore and marched right on over to her room and joined them?

Would Ginger let Mousie suck on one of her breasts?

Would Brad fuck Mousie just like he fucks Ginger?

Would Ginger tongue kiss Mousie and squeeze her breast as her boyfriend takes her virginity?

"Don't stop, don't stop, oh fuck!"

Mousy rubs her clit faster and her body tenses up, she can tell by Ginger is about to cum soon.

"Just like that, fuck, fuck I'm gonna cum!"

Just as those words are spoken, Mousie starts reaches climax. Mousie is like a trained animal who can't help but obey to key words. Her body can't help it.

Mousie holds her hand over her mouth tighter, muting her own sounds of ecstasy as waves of pleasure splash up her spine and to her brain.

"I'm cumming!"

Mousie's pussy gushes as she orgasms at the same time as her best friend only a foot away. She smiles and lets out a deep breath as her body goes limp.

The realization starts to sync in as Mousie starts to feel a bit of shame for what she did.

She knows it's wrong, pathetic even.

She rolls over to her side and takes hold a stuffed bear she's had since childhood tightly to her chest.

She starts to cry, as she envisions how Ginger is likely being held by her boyfriend.

Mousie wishes someone was there to hold her. As much as she fantasizes and pretends, in the end, she's alone.

She drifts to sleep as she silently cries.

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