Splitting a cheap dorm with Jordan and Natalie had sounded like a fantastic idea at the time, especially since Sofia had gotten a room to herself for ohird the price, with the two women willing to share the other. Now, though, Sofia was ing to terms with a drawback of the arra.

  Flushing, Sofia sat on the living room couch, trying to ighe obsely loud, perverted noises eg from Natalie and Jordan's room, the thin walls barely muting the moans, grunts, and spping of flesh. They were really going at it.

  Still.

  Forty-five mier.

  "We're going to be te," Sofia growled, shooting a gre at the clo the wall. "Are you kidding me?"

  She'd po wait them out. But it was being more obvious by the moment that they'd lost track of time.

  So, what? Did she leave without them? That felt like it would be kind of bitchy. She was obligated to at least try to remind them, as a polite roommate. Right? Simply walking out the door aing them be te would be—while ultimately their own fault—still not friendly behavior.

  With time running out, Sofia no longer had a choi the matter. She stood. Approag their room, the spping noises became even louder. The words she'd desperately been trying to drown out—with little success—became clearer. Variants of 'oh, gods', 'fuck', and 'you're so fug big' interrupted with smacks and moans.

  What was going on ihere? Obviously, Sofia uood the general idea. But the specifics.

  She khe two girls were sleeping with each other. In fact, she'd been surprised she hadn't heard mutil now. Natalie's illusions expihat away: she had been muting their activities. It seemed this time, though, she had fotten to put one up, and so, Sofia was hearing the full extent of their dirty m dalliances.

  The noises were so lewd that she felt like a voyeur just listening to them. Standing outside the door, frozen solid, she simply took the noises iing them wash across her. Then, realizing what she was doing, she jolted and forced herself into a.

  Face fming, Sofia pounded against the door.

  "Nat! Jordan! We're going to be te! It's time to go!"

  The sound of smag flesh didn't stop.

  "Oh, fuck," Jordan's voice cried through the wall. "Fuck. Harder, Nat. Fuck my fug pussy! Fuck. FUCK!"

  The sounds of spping flesh were apanied by creaking, the bed struggling to support the force of the thrusts, the headboard bumping into the wall. The two were probably causing structural damage—or that was what it sounded like. Seriously, how hard were they going at it?

  Had they even heard her?

  "Oh, gods. Right there. Right there. Yes. Harder! Please! Fuck my stupid fug pussy!"

  Sofia had never, in her life, expected to hear Jordan say something so ridiculous. Each word hit her like a sp—and made her stomach ch with a straensity, which Sofia pointedly ignored.

  She pounded on the door, face burning hotter by the sed. She put some forto it. The frame rattled.

  "Hello? Horny lesbians?" she growled at the door. "Yoing to be te, you idiots!"

  Which was a bit ruder than she'd pnned, but Sofia was a bit out of it.

  And, incredibly, she still got nothing back. If anything, the two sounded like they were getting more and more into it, not less; her loud knog was filtering straight past them.

  Clearly, the two were lost ihroes of passion. The only way she'd get through to them would be te in.

  And, well, it was her job as their roommate to keep an eye on them, right?

  "Oh, fine. Whatever," Sofia muttered.

  Taking a breath, she grabbed the door hahen swung the door open and strode in.

  Despite knowing what to expect, she froze.

  Jordan and Natalie were on the bed, naked, sweat c them, with Jordan's face buried into the bedsheets, her ass up as Natalie thrust into her from behind. Natalie had her hands on Jordan's hips, pulling her in with loud smacks. Jordan's eyes were screwed shut in pleasure, and Natalie looked nearly feral with the iy she was fug into the other woman. They were so lost in each other's bodies that it took several seds for them to even realize Sofia had barged in.

  Natalie, the one fag Sofia and who didn't have her face pressed into the bedsheets, saw her first. It had taken much lohan it should have, seeing how Sofia had stalked straight into her vision.

  "Shit," she said, hips freezing. "Sofia?"

  Her arm shot up to cover her breasts, which was slightly ical, seeing how she was buried eight inches into another woman. Haviits out was hardly the most sdalous part of the se.

  "What the hell are you doing?! Why didn't you knock?"

  "I did," Sofia said. "Loudly. But you apparently couldn't hear me."

  With the rapid smag of Natalie's hips stopping, Jordan also pried her eyes open, then blinked several times at seeing Sofia. She reacted far less visibly than Natalie, and that was almost more flustering—because the woman looked dizzy, cock-drunk, not all there.

  "Do you realize what time it is?" Sofia tinued, deliberately looking up and away, at the ceiling, though even having the two girls' naked forms in her peripheral was promising enough. "Like I said, yoing to be te."

  "What?" Natalie said. "We should have plenty of—" A g the clock dispelled whatever notion she'd had. "Oh, shit."

  "We're almost done," Jordan groaned. "Just a bit longer." She pushed her ass into Natalie's hips and wiggled side to side, extrag a moan from her partner.

  Sofia had always held Jordan in high regard. She was petent, cool-headed, siderate, polite, and friendly to just about everyone she met. Evehey'd been younger, she'd seemed far more mature than anyone else their age. Dependable. Someone you could rely on. And probably the only reason Natalie hadn't gotten herself killed in her reckless early years.

  So seeing the woman lewdly shove her hips back, wiggling her ass and stirring Natalie's cock around with obvious desperate need, despite Sofia having barged in, was a sight that did more than just 'fluster' Sofia. The woman looked genuinely intoxicated by cock. Like Natalie had scrambled her brains.

  Sofia didn't care how good Natalie's cock felt, or how good she was at using it. Jordan simply should not be wearing that expression. It was obse owice as much as it would on anyone else.

  The sensation of Jordan grinding into Natalie arently too much for the irl. Her hips reacted, and she pulled out, then smacked ba.

  Incredulously, Sofia's eyes turned back to the pair, watg as something unbelievable happened.

  Because they were ... they were ...

  "Don't just keep fug," Sofia shrilled. "Are you serious?!"

  "If you wao watch," Jordan panted between loud smacks, "you could have just asked. We'd have said yes."

  "We'll be done in a sed," Natalie grunted. "Thanks for telling us."

  Sofia stood there, watg as the two returo their sweaty activity, unheeding that they'd been interrupted.

  Ung they'd be te to css.

  Well, that wasn't her problem. She'd gotten her message through.

  So why wasn't she looking away?

  Why wasn't she leaving?

  She felt like she'd been glued to the spot.

  Horrifyingly, Jordan's eyes flicked to her. Even drunk on sex, Sofia watched the realization cross her face. A smirk slowly curled her lips—a familiar smirk.

  Sofia o leave. If she didn't, Jordan was going t her into this. She reized that mischievous look. It had bee for the whole [Stylish] event earlier, where Jordan had stantly egged her and Natalie on—and when Jordan had been liberally feeling Sofia up, using 'dress-up' as an excuse.

  And, obviously, Sofia wanted nothing to do with their sweaty m fun. She wao get to css on time. That was it.

  But if that were true, then why wasn't she leaving?

  "Just gonna stand there?" Jordan asked. She turned, meeting Natalie's eyes over her shoulder. "It looks like we have a gross little voyeur on our hands. Any idea what we should do with her?"