Remain quiet

You hear the muffled sounds of someone entering the house and deduce that it must be Jeni, returning after an evening of being out with her friends. You can’t tell who is coming into the house with her, but it is obvious they are trying to be quiet and not wake anyone up. You decide to remain quiet; you’re not in any mood to meet new people at the moment.

“No, Sam; not that way. My room is right next to my parents. Let’s stay out here, where we wont’ be overheard.” Jeni’s whispered instructions elicit a giggle from her guest. Despite having the name Sam, the giggle is decidedly feminine. Between staying out so late and sneaking back in the house in secrecy, you had half made up your mind that Jeni was hooking up with some guy. Realizing she really is with one of her girlfriends makes you feel slightly ashamed. “Apparently not everyone sneaks around, having sex under false pretenses,” you say to yourself, reopening the emotional wounds from the past couple of hours.

You hear the sound of the two girls tiptoeing from the entryway into the room where you lay. With the lights off, your presence on the sofa has not been detected. As you watch, they make their way to the sliding glass door that leads from the living room to the back deck. The partial moonlight that bathes the back yard means that all you can see of the girls is their silhouettes as they stand, looking outside.

From your vantage point, you might as well be looking at Kendra and Sarah. The two girls have the same relative body shape and size. As soon as you make the comparison, you push the thought out of your mind, finding it too painful to remember the circumstances that brought you upstairs to the couch in the first place.

“It’s beautiful out there,” says Sam. As she turns, allowing you to see her profile against the moonlit window, you admire the curves of her silhouette. Whatever she is wearing does not hide her shapely breasts. It is probably your imagination, but you think you can even see semi-erect nipples adding an interesting feature to the view. You reach down and adjust your cock as it begins to wake up. “Knock it off,” you tell yourself. “You’re so used to automatically equating the site of the girls with sex that you’re jumping to conclusions at the sight of any girl!”

Jeni turns and faces her friend. “Yes... Almost as beautiful as it is in here.”

What happens next makes you seriously wonder if you have fallen asleep. The scene in front of your eyes could very well have sprung from one of your uninhibited wet dreams. Like some masterfully-directed artistic porn scene, the silhouettes lean toward each other and kiss. The first kiss is a playful peck on the lips. The second is longer, as the two girls seem to linger and savor the touch of each other’s lips. The third is clearly an open-mouthed, tongue-entwined contact that brings their bodies against each other in full-frontal, intimate contact.

There’s no amount of adjusting that will stop your cock from standing at full attention now. You feel it push past the confines of your boxers and press its way right out of the fly, creating an instant pup tent out of the blanket. Open-mouthed, you watch in fascination as Jeni and Sam make out in front of you. You wish the lights were on so you could see all the glorious details. At the same time, it is strangely more erotic to only be able to make out their motions through their silhouettes as their hands move over each other’s body, and their heads keep changing positions, attacking the kiss from renewed angles.

You realize you’ve been holding your breath, and you slowly exhale, hoping you do not give away the fact of your presence. Slowly and quietly, you reach down and take hold of your cock, gently stroking it as you continue to watch the scene unfold.

The girls have not spoken a word since they began making out, but they are not nearly as quiet as they were when they were engaged in whispered conversation. In between the sounds of slurping, you hear their steadily-intensifying breaths, some moaning and groaning, and an occasional, “Ungh!”

The rustling sound of fabric tells you that someone’s clothing is being attacked. Sure enough, it isn’t long before you see the outline of Sam’s hands move up to Jeni’s shoulders and ease the unbuttoned top off, allowing it to fall to the floor. Sam’s hands immediately move to Jeni’s back, and you hear the gentle scrape of wire against wire as she unfastens Jeni’s bra. As she helps her friend slip it off, Sam takes it in her hand. Rather than allow it to fall to the floor next to the other article of clothing, she casually tosses it over her shoulder, where it lands less than three feet from you.

Jeni’s giggle morphs easily into a groan as Sam lowers her face to breast level. You can just make out the sight of her silhouetted tongue flicking at Jeni’s nipples for a few seconds before she opens her mouth wide and takes the top portion of her tit into her mouth.

Without conscious thought, you speed up the stroking of your cock as you continue to silently observe. In this light, you miss a lot of details, so you’re not sure when Jeni unfastened the front of Sam’s shorts, but when Sam pulls back from Jeni’s breast so she can pull her shirt up and over her head, you clearly see Jeni’s hand inside the front of her friend’s pants, moving back and forth, up and down.

Sam discards her shirt, and you can see that you were probably not imagining things earlier when you thought you could see semi-erect nipples. The young woman was not wearing a bra, and now that her breasts are fully exposed to the night air, there is no mistaking the fully-erect nubs that accentuate the perfectly-shaped orbs on her chest.

Having freed herself of the burden of clothing on the top half of her body, she grabs at her shorts with both hands. With one smooth motion, she pushes them down, where they fall to her ankles. You aren’t able to tell whether she pushed her panties down at the same time as her shorts, or if she had foregone underwear altogether. Either way, as she steps out of her shorts and casually kicks them away with her toes, you are treated to the sight of the shadowy outline of her perfectly-shaped, nude body being pleasured by Jeni’s slender hand that is rhythmically tending to her snatch.

When Sam speaks, you almost jump. You have been so absorbed by the scene unfolding in relative silence that coherent words startle you.

“We should go somewhere more private. You know how loud you get.”

“Don’t worry about me,” replies Jeni, removing her hand from between Sam’s legs, long enough to unburden herself of her jeans and panties. “As I recall, you’re the one who got us kicked out of the theater last week.”

Their bodies once again come together. You can see their arms embracing each other before their hands move off in four different directions, as if trying to explore as much of the other girl’s body as possible in the the shortest amount of time.

“Besides,” says Jeni, after a few seconds of passionate kissing, “we can’t go downstairs, because my cousin and her friends are staying with us. If we go to my room, we’ll wake up my folks. So unless you want to go outside and risk scandalizing the neighbors....” She doesn’t finish the sentence because Sam takes that opportunity to kneel in front of her friend and thrust her face squarely between Jeni’s legs. You hear Jeni draw in her breath sharply, and you see her place a steadying hand against the sliding glass door and lift one leg, letting her foot rest on Sam’s shoulder.

You are so engrossed in this incredibly hot scene, that you realize you are in sudden danger of getting Mrs. Ivers’ blanket stained with something that will be difficult and embarrassing to explain.