Go find a partner in crime

I decided that I needed a partner in crime, a slut who I could share my exploits with. Sarah wasn't that girl... yet. Then again, I had been something of a bookworm just a few hours earlier. Amazing what a good hard fucking will do to a girl. Sarah was a very sexual girl, she just needed to get in touch with her inner cock-whore. I decided that if Sarah wasn't the slut I needed, I'd just fuck her until she was. She certainly had potential.

I made my way carefully toward Sarah's house. It wasn't far, and aside from a few scandalized glances from a few late-night dog-walkers, I made it there without much incident. Needless to say, I put on a real show for the few people who saw me. One guy was so shocked at my outfit he dropped his leash, and I was kind enough to bend ALL the way over to pick it up for him... My pussy tingled at the thought of fucking a random stranger, but he was a little old for me and besides, I had places to be. Luckily it was a warm night, or else my tiny outfit would have made me freeze!

When I got to Sarah's house I circled around back. Once I got her in bed I knew exactly what I wanted to do to her, but there remained the question of getting in. I could just knock, but there was always the risk that her parents would answer: my new demeanor was a hit with a lot of people, but I didn't think they would have approved. No, I had to get in some other way...

As I considered my options, I glanced up and saw a good sign: the corner of a curtain wafting out into the night air. Her window was open! Her room was on the second floor, but a vine lattice passed right by her window on its way to the roof. When we were younger we used to joke about Romeo sneaking up into her room to confess his love. I grinned. Tonight Sarah was going to be getting an altogether different sort of visit...

The lattice was strong, and it was an easy climb. Frankly, the biggest problem was not making it creak as I got higher. I was so focused on the sound, though, that I almost missed an even more important one: a soft moan.

I froze. Did I really hear that, or was I just-- No, there it was again! A feminine voice making what could only be a sound of lust. I strained my ears to hear more, and my nipples started to harden with excitement. Was she having sex? I had to find out...

I climbed slowly, being extra careful not to make a sound. Eavesdropping on my best friend's sexual moans was making me SO horny... As I got closer to her window I crouched down, then slowly raised my head above the windowsill...