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You try to imagine what Chris’s dick looks like. You’ve noticed his bulge several times. It looks like it could be bigger than normal. Your hand sneaks into your panties as you try to visualize his thick, throbbing cock at full erection. You’d love to grab it and stroke it. You’d love to hear his gentle moans as you fondle his balls and jack him slowly. Then you’d put that beautiful cock to good use…

Your pussy is completely wet now and your fingers are slick with your juices. This is when you would normally start a full-frontal **** on your clit and frig yourself to orgasm. You’re certainly frustrated enough to do that now. But a persistent thought causes you to hold off.

Chris Big dick is just down the hall. Go on, take a look. He didn’t bring pajamas. He might be naked in there. Just take a peek while he’s sleeping…

The idea of spying on your boyfriend’s friend ties your stomach into a nervous knot. What if you got caught? But the prospect of watching him sleep, seeing him ****, maybe seeing more of him than you should — suddenly it’s all you can think about. You rub your clit a bit more, hoping to drive away this dangerous impulse, but now when you think of his cock, his chest, his ass… now when you think of him you can’t get over the fact that he’s under the same fucking roof, just down the fucking hall…

Almost in a trance you pull your covers over and swing your feet down on to the floor. You tiptoe to your bedroom door and open it carefully, trying to minimize the sound of the handle turning. You step into the hallway and ever-so-slowly close the door behind you, terrified of rousing your boyfriend.

You stand still for a moment, listening for any movement, then start tiptoeing down the hall to the room where Chris is sleeping.

A floorboard creaks and you freeze, listening for any indication that you’ve woken someone. You still have the chance to pretend you’re heading for the bathroom, but this is the point of no return.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” you ask yourself, tentatively resuming your journey.

You could get caught in the hallway…

You could get caught in his room…

You might wake him up…

He might grab you and fuck you, right then and there…

Your heart flutters at the thought. You’d let him, if he tried. You’d let Chris have his way with you in a heartbeat, you’re so fucking horny right now.

“Dawn, what are you doing?” you ask yourself in a hushed whisper as your hand reaches for the door handle of the guest bedroom.

“Just taking a peek,” you reply to yourself sub-audibly as you gently turn it. “Now shut up!”

With your breath held and your ears straining for any sound coming from within the room, you slowly, very slowly, open the guest room door. Then, when it’s wide enough, you poke your head through the gap.