Brad and I have been roomies for about a year. Last week he asked if I wouldn’t mind “getting lost” for the evening so he could have a romantic night with his girlfriend, Patty, to celebrate their six-month anniversary.

I work nights, so I’d normally be gone anyway, but it occurred to me that if I hung around for a while I might get to see some action. As a mere mortal 23-year-old male, I had made quite a habit of fantasizing about Patty — she’s gorgeous.

That afternoon I took a few moments to raise the window blind in Brad’s room about an inch, giving me a clear view into his room from the back patio; then I opened the window a few inches in anticipation of any sound effects. Next I moved my car down the street and out of sight.

In our house my room, adjacent to Brad’s, is located directly across from the bathroom. A little after five o’clock I turned off my light, opened the door just a crack, and waited for Patty to arrive (she was coming over early to shower and start dinner).

She showed up and started working in the kitchen. I flopped on my bed and tried to get some rest, but was too excited. At about 6:15 I saw the bathroom light go on. I got up, quietly crept to the bedroom door, and peeked through the crack. Patty was standing in front of a mirror, brushing her hair. My heart was pounding as I saw her drop her shorts to the floor. She stood across the hall from me wearing only a black bra and black lace panties. I was so hard I thought my zipper would break. Suddenly she turned and closed the bathroom door, but not all the way. As I heard the shower start, I went out and moved toward the bathroom, looking through the crack in the door just in time to see her remove her bra and toss it on the counter. Then she pulled her panties off and threw them next to the bra. It was the most incredible sight I’d ever seen. Her breasts were firm, with tan lines that showed the shape of her bikini. Her nipples were dark and beautiful, about the size of 50-cent pieces — big for her overall breast size. They were hard, and stuck out at least half an inch. I gazed down at her pussy. She had more pussy hair than any girl I’d seen. I was surprised the panties covered it all. When she entered the shower I ran back to my room, dropped my pants, and thought about what I’d just seen. My hand had barely reached my hard cock when I came all over the rug. I pushed the bedroom door all the way closed and rested on the bed.

Brad arrived home, and the two of them ate dinner. I wanted to see what was happening, so I pushed out my window screen, climbed outside, and made my way along the unlit patio to the family-room window. I could see them sitting at the table, talking and laughing. Patty looked radiant in her dress. Music from the stereo carried out to the patio. After dinner they moved to the living room and sat on the couch. I could see them perfectly from where I was, and because the patio was dark I knew they couldn’t see me. Soon they began kissing, and things heated up quickly. As they kissed Brad felt her breasts with his left hand. Soon she put her hand in his lap, stroking his cock through his jeans. After a few moments she stood up, reached out her hand, and led him down the hallway to his bedroom.

I moved down the patio, stopping a few inches from Brad’s window, my back against the wall. The light came on. I could hear my own breath, and felt tingly, my heart beating like thunder in my chest. Since the window was open, I could hear rustling and whispering. I lowered my head to the one-inch gap, and peeked in. They were standing near the door, kissing. Patty’s back was to me. Brad began unzipping her dress. I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. He continued unzipping. I reached down and slowly stroked the boner in my pants. I knew I would come the second she dropped that dress — but she pushed Brad away and said, “You just wait right there.”

I moved back out of the window as she disappeared. Brad sat on his bed, directly under the window. I held my breath. Every sound seemed to echo in my ears. After what seemed like an eternity I heard him say, “Wow.”

I turned and stared through the window. I’m certain I gasped out loud, but thankfully nobody heard me. Patty stood in the doorway wearing a white-lace teddy. It had spaghetti straps that held up see-through lace and white silk. Her dark nipples could easily be seen through the sheer fabric. The teddy went down only as far as her hips, and below that she was wearing the sexiest pair of matching white-lace panties I have ever seen. They were small, and the lace was held up by a thin string. Her incredible muff of light brown hair stuck out around the sides and the top. My throbbing cock exploded in my pants without my hand to help guide it. I didn’t care.

Brad walked over to her, and they kissed in the doorway. She got down on her knees and unbuttoned his jeans. As she pulled them to the floor I saw he was as hard as I had been. His cock stuck straight up at her face. He had to be at least nine inches long, with a perfect banana-like curve. Patty started to lick it, and put it into her mouth. She braced herself against Brad’s leg with her left hand and stroked his cock with her right, alternating between sucking and stroking. She finally said, “Don’t come yet, I want you inside me.”

She stood up and removed Brad’s shirt. He pulled Patty’s teddy over her head, and she lay down on the bed wearing only the revealing panties. She raised her hips and pulled the panties off. Brad moved to the foot of the bed, crouching down, and began to lick her cunt. She moaned loudly and panted instructions at him. “Lick my clitty, yes. Make me come in your mouth. Oh, I need your tongue.” She put her leg up on the windowsill, less than an inch from my face. I could now clearly see her pink pussy lips as Brad’s tongue moved up and down on her clit. Once again I was hard as steel. When I finally took my eyes from her wet pussy I looked up and saw her teasing her own nipples. She kept moaning, “Yes, yes,” as she was twisting them gently and rolling them between her fingers. They were rock hard now and stuck out much farther than I had seen earlier that evening.

Brad moved up and put his cock into her. As he began pounding her, she moaned louder and wilder, screaming, “Yes, yes. Fuck my cunt!” She moved her right hand down between her legs and began rubbing her clit in a circular motion. Her left hand was still on her breast, playing with the nipple. I was so hot by now that I didn’t even care if I got found out. I dropped my pants and began jacking off furiously.

She was nearly out of breath from moaning and panting when she said to Brad, “Fuck me from behind.” He pulled out his hard, wet cock and she rolled over. She offered her tight, round ass in the air, and I could see both of her holes. Her wet mound of pubic hair was amazing from behind. Brad’s boner found its way back into her love canal and he pumped her so hard that her ass was slapping loudly against his stomach. I could see her right hand still rubbing her clit. Within seconds she screamed, “I’m coming! Yes, just like that. I’m gonna come! Yes!” She stretched out flat on her stomach and didn’t move for a minute or two. Brad pulled his cock out and got on his knees. She turned around and smiled, propping herself up. “Your turn,” she said quietly.

She moved over to the foot of the bed and began sucking his member again, this time only inches from my face. Her left hand was on the windowsill, so close to me that I thought she would feel my breath. She stroked Brad’s cock expertly. The more she sucked, the more turned on she became. Within minutes her hand had moved from the windowsill to her pussy. She was on her knees with her legs spread. I watched her rub her clit with wild abandon while she sucked Brad’s dick. Suddenly Brad said, “I’m gonna come,” and she shoved her face onto his cock and held it there while he pumped his semen into her. She kept rubbing her cunt until she came again, opening her mouth and moaning loudly. Brad fell back on the bed, silent, and Patty reclined next to him. She was on her back with her knees up, and I stared at her cunt until I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved around to the side of the house and came for the third time that evening. I can’t wait for their next anniversary.