A bump in the night?

I woke in the night to a strange sound.

"What was that?" I thought to myself.

I listened intently, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from. Then it hit me.

It was coming from the room next door. From Steve's room.

"What the fuck is he doing?"

I crept out of bed and tiptoed over to the adjoining door, pressing my ear against it.

At first, I couldn't make out what was happening, but after a few seconds, it became clear.

It was moaning. Soft, muffled moaning.

"Oh my god."

I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to suppress the gasp that threatened to escape.

The sound was unmistakable. Someone was having sex. And judging by the sounds they were making, they were enjoying themselves immensely.

I listened for a few more moments, unable to tear myself away. Then I heard a voice. A familiar voice.

"Oh fuck, Steve."

It was Julie.

"What the fuck?!"

I couldn't believe it. Steve was having sex with Julie. How could he do that to me?

Anger and jealousy washed over me as I stood there listening to them.

Then another thought struck me. Why was I angry? Was it because I was jealous? Because I wanted to be the one he was fucking?

I couldn't deny it. I wanted Steve. I wanted him to be with me.

As the realization hit me, tears welled up in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.

"Why Julie?" I sobbed. "Why not me?"

I collapsed onto the floor, crying quietly as the sounds of their lovemaking filled the air.

It was almost too much to bear. I knew I should have gotten up and gone back to my room, but I couldn't. I was transfixed.

After what felt like an eternity, their moans of pleasure intensified, and I knew they were reaching the climax of their passion.

"Oh fuck, Steve. Yes, yes, yes! I'm cumming! Oh fuck!"

"Me too. Oh shit, Julie. I'm cumming!"

Their cries of ecstasy echoed through the room, and I found myself wishing that it had been me making those sounds.

Eventually, the sounds of their lovemaking faded, and silence fell. I lay there on the floor, heartbroken and defeated.

It was at that exact moment that I woke up, gasping for air and soaked in sweat.

"Oh my god" I whispered.

I sat up in bed as I realized that the whole thing had been a dream.

"It was all just a dream." I reassured myself, feeling the cool breeze hit my sweaty skin.

But then another realization hit me, I was still very much aroused and need to cum.

"Fuck"

I laid back down, and slipped my hand into my panties, stroking my pussy gently.

"Mmmm."

I closed my eyes and pictured Steve's face buried in my pussy, licking and sucking my clit.

"Oh yes. Fuck."

I moaned softly, as my fingers worked their magic.

"Steve...Fuck."

The image of him eating my pussy while Julie watched, turned me on even more. Knowing I was getting what she couldn't.

"Oh fuck, yes."

I was close to orgasm. My fingers moving faster and faster.

"Yes, yes, yes. I'm gonna cum. Fuck, Steve, yes!"

I cried out, as the waves of pleasure washed over me. My body shook uncontrollably as I came hard.

As the orgasm subsided, I relaxed back onto the bed, panting and sweating.

"Fuck."

I was exhausted and spent, but satisfied.

I laid there for a while, basking in the afterglow, before eventually drifting off to sleep again.