You hear a noise in the bathroom.

You can't recall what your dream was about, or even if you had a dream. All you can remember is some staticky, garbage noise, before feeling like you need to wake up. You open your eyes and look around the dark living room. You notice that Susie is no longer on the couch, and you can hear a noise coming from the hallway. You quietly get off of the air mattress, and sneak over to investigate. You notice a thin beam of light coming from the bathroom. It seems that the bathroom door was not shut all the way. You can make out faint voices, as well as some wet noises. Your curiosity get the better of you, and you peek through the slightly ajar door. You almost let out a gasp at what you see.

Susie, now with her pants around her ankles, has one hand in between her legs, while her other hand is holding an old phone up to her ear. Her attention seems to be entirely focused on the phone next to her ear, which means she hasn't spotted you yet. Now that you are this close, you can make out what Susie is saying, but you still can't hear what the person on the other end of the phone is saying. "Yeah, keep doing that for me. Fuck..." Susie whispers, moaning at the end. From this angle, you can't see the hand that is in between her legs, but it is obvious she is fingering herself while talking to the other person. The person on the other end says something, which makes Susie's already flushed face blush even more. "Sorry." She says. "I know you don't like me swearing, but how can I not when I have my cute girlfriend moaning in my ear like this?" The other person's answer must be a positive one, cause Susie starts smiling as she speeds up her hand movements in between her legs, which makes the wet sounds slightly louder. "I know, I, ahh... miss you too. I promise to visit you after work, mgh... t-tomorrow." Susie pauses as she listens to the person on the phone speak, before replying in an affectionate tone. "Yeah, I love you too."

This seems like an awfully private moment. Yet, despite knowing that, something inside you compels you to stay. A burning passion, coming from deep within yourself that spurs you to keep looking.