Leigh Anne dropped her books on the floor by her bed before falling flat on her back with a sigh. Finals were hard. Like harder than they had any right to be. She'd just spent the last four hours in the library making note cards about the effect of autoimmune diseases on white blood cells.

It was late on a Saturday, and everyone she knew was at one of the two large Greek house parties going on that night. She saw literally one other person the entire night.

Her eyes fell closed. She was drifting quickly when a loud thump startled her awake. "The fuck?" she muttered and sat up. Another loud thud. From the other side of the wall next to her bed. Too much pathology must have fried her brain, because she swore she was hearing voices. She brought her ear to the wall slowly, brows furrowed in confusion. The voices got clearer and more heated.

"You make me so fucking hard, love."

Leigh Anne's brows shot up at the voice of her next door neighbor, Louis.

"I wouldn't know. Your clothes are still on."

Her brows went even higher at the glaring lack of a female voice. She didn't know Louis was gay. Racking her brain, she tried to think of who could possibly be in there with him. Leigh had known Louis for the three years they'd gone to school together and lived in adjacent rooms, but she'd never seen Louis take a bloke home. Really, the only man that went into Louis' room was the roommate he got this...year- Holy shit.

"Turn around; let me see that perfect ass."

Oh yeah, that was definitely that freshman bloke. What was his name? Garry? Larry? A smack filtered through the wall.

"Harry! You didn't even ask. My ass is not open for random spankings!"

Harry! Wow, Harry. Spanking? To be fair, Louis' ass was pretty great. She'd thought about it a fair share over the years.

"Come on, Lou. Let me play," the younger boy whined. "It's so-" He groaned playfully. "Look at it."

Leigh Anne scooted closer to the wall next to her bed, a palm flat against it and her ear squished there to hear more. The voices went muffled for a moment, then-

"Please, please-"

A sigh. "Fine, but if I let you do this, then I get to bottom tonight."

A bottom? Leigh didn't see that coming. The sound of another smack rang out.

"Fook, Harry," Louis groaned. "Just get at it."

More shuffling, some murmuring that Leigh Anne couldn't quite hear, which had her pressing even closer, heart beating a million miles a minute.

"Oh, yeah, Haz. Just like that."

What? What was going on? She listened close for clues. No more slaps; he wasn't spanking Louis. No pounding of the bed; they weren't fucking.

"Get me wet, babe. More," the blue-eyed lad ordered with a moan. Harry answered with his own moan, a muffled sound.

Leigh Anne heard what she could only describe as... hungry sounds.

"Fuck, Lou," Harry panted, sounding wild. "Your ass is so good. Taste so good, babe." More muffled groans and a gasp from Louis.

Holy shit. Harry was eating him out. Leigh bit down on her lip and cupped a hand between her legs, fingers pressing into her mound. This was really happening.

"Faster," Louis demanded with no bite. "Put your tongue inside me. Fuck me."

"Holy shit," she whispered, out loud this time. Leigh Anne had never had someone's tongue in her ass, but if it was half as good as it was to have a tongue elsewhere, then Louis was probably losing his mind. The thought had Leigh Anne pushing slow, hard circles into her pussy.

"Yes, yes, babe. Keep going. Deeper. Want it more," Louis begged.

For a man that was reluctant to getting eating out beforehand, he was surprisingly enthusiastic about it. Leigh Anne had a feeling the boy on the other end of the tongue might be responsible. She could only imagine his tongue on her, pushing deep inside her. "Fuck, fine," she sighed and wiggled her trackies off her hips and kicked them off the bed. She turned to face the wall on her knees, ear glued back to the wall in time to hear Louis say,

"Don't touch yourself. Want you ready to fuck me after I come," Louis instructed. Harry groaned and then a sound of a hand slapping the wall scared Leigh Anne for a moment. "Shit, shit! Faster."

Leigh Anne followed Louis' instructions herself, her hand finding the sweet folds of her cunt before pushing a finger in and pumping it quickly. She was already so wet just from listening. Her sigh of relief was accompanied by Louis' high pitched whine. She pictured Harry, from what she could remember, under her, between her legs with his face buried against her heat. His eyes were green; she knew that for sure because the first time she saw him she nearly got lost in the pure mischief of them.

"Touch- touch me. Fuck, please! I'm so close," Louis growled and then the wet, hungry sounds paused for just a moment before they were back and accompanied by the slick sounds of Louis' dick being tugged off unceremoniously.

She fingered herself to the soundtrack of Louis climbing towards his orgasm. His moans and whines were like a physical pleasure Leigh Anne could feel in her veins. She needed him to come like it was her own orgasm on the line. "Come on, Lou," she breathed to herself. "Let me hear it."

Even without knowing it, Louis was obedient.

"Oooh, fuck!" The hand hit against the wall again and Louis moaned, long and shaky.

Leigh Anne pushed down on her own finger, riding Louis' orgasm out with him until the sounds reduced to just heavy breathing and a giggle.

"You're so fit, Lou," Harry complimented. "You turn me on so much. I don't know how I do anything but fuck you all the time."

"Whatever is it you do, it isn't nearly as fun. Stop doing that; just spend all day fucking me." Louis laughed at his own suggestion, heaving in a much needed breath afterwards.

A hum, and then the sound of lips on skin. "You made me wait," Harry reminded. "I'm tempted to just come all over those cheekbones if you're not ready for me."

The caramel-colored girl rocked her hips forward at that image. Louis' sharp, sinful cheeks covered in Harry's come.

"No, I want you now. You can come on me later," Louis told him.

Leigh Anne moaned, biting down on the sound and fingering herself harder as she added another, pushing two in desperately. Her slick was dripping back down onto her palm, more and more with every pulse of her walls. She'd been distracted enough by her own pleasure that Louis' moan caught her off guard, made her push in deep.

"Give me another. I'll need to be stretched for you," Louis urged.

"Doesn't matter how much I stretch you babe, you're always so fucking," a huff, "tight," another, "around me." Louis was loosing needy ughs and Leigh could hear the rustling of sheets.

She'd never seen Harry naked, but she'd seen enough to guess that he wasn't small. Louis however, was slight for a lad. Curvy and thick and delicious, but smaller. She was sure that Harry would open Louis up and then some. Personally, she needed someone big, someone that would give it to her until she couldn't stand it anymore. Her knees went weak imagining it. Harry's dick splitting her in half, filling her completely and hitting all of the right spots.

Somewhere around her room...she couldn't remember where she'd put it. Leigh Anne climbed off the bed, soaked panties half hanging off her hip as she dug around in her drawers. She needed to hurry so she didn't miss anything good. She definitely didn't want to miss that first push in. Aha! She grabbed the dildo and ran back to her bed, kneeling again and frantically putting her ear to the wall again.

"Come on, Haz. Get inside me. I need your dick so bad, love," Louis whined.

"God, Lou. Just- gimme a condom." Then the sound of a tube spitting out some liquid, lube presumably, prefaced a groan from the younger lad. "Yeah, Louis. Slow- slower. I don't want to come."

"Not yet at least. Don't forget, you're meant to decorate my face," he teased.

Leigh Anne kept her fingers circling her entrance, teasing her clit just a little as she waited for Harry to get on with it. She needed to hear what they sounded like when they were making love, fully immersed and slaves to the pleasure. Everything went quiet for a moment, still like a pause, before Louis inhaled sharply and then moaned a sharp, guttural sound.

"Oh, babe," Harry cooed. "You feel so good. Always the best. God, I could come like this."

Louis shh'd him gently and hummed. "Not a chance," he thwarted, too sweetly. "You're going to come screaming my name. Now, fuck me hard, Harry."

And he did. The sounds started up like a lit match dipped in kerosene. Harry was pushing out breaths of fire with each thrust, earning a whine or moan or happy hum from his lover. The two worked together and for each other while Leigh Anne pushed the toy inside her drenched pussy and started to ride it. One hand held herself up on the wall, the side of her face pressed to the surface, while she held the base of the dildo steady. The tingling heat of being penetrated sparked up her legs and chest.

Louis' voice was a sob as he praised, "God, Harry. It's so- you're..." A low moan.

"Louis, Louis, Louis- shit. Lou, you're gonna make me come."

"Use me, Harry. Harder," he gasped. The sounds got headier.

Leigh's mind was running wild. Pictures of Louis' nails on Harry's back, Harry tugged Louis' mouth to him by his hair. Passionate, untamed thrusts. Her other hand fell from the wall, holding herself up with a shoulder now, to rub furiously at her swollen clit. "Come for me," she whispered to the ignorant pair. "Come on."

"Lou, I'm gonna come. Shit, babe. Tighter. Yes! Like that." Harry gulped in heavy air as the rhythmic sounds of his thrusts dissipated.

Then, the wet sounds of Harry pulling himself off had Leigh Anne biting down on her lip and her wrist cramping with her desperate movements. He was actually going to come all over Louis' face. She wished to God she could see that.

"Come on, Hazza. Get me dirty."

Leigh Anne groaned in the back of her throat. She was so close. A new set of wet sounds added to the mix and she hoped it was Louis getting himself off. He deserved it.

"Lou."

Just a whisper, a reverent call. Then, the tall lad was moaning lowly and loosing shaky whines. The other hand didn't stop. Leigh Anne didn't stop.

She pressed hard on her sensitive bud and her mouth dropped open with a silent exclamation as she clenched on the toy and shivered through her orgasm. She was riding it out and heard Louis swear, the bed rocking a few times before all that was left was heated skin and a thick smell. Leigh Anne pulled the toy out and fell back on her bed, unconsciously slapping a hand against the wall behind her head as she laughed at what she'd just done.

"Shit!"

Leigh's eyes went wide as she covered her mouth, taking it back a second later when she realized she probably just got cum on her cheek. Well, now she'd have to pretend there was a ghost in her room that's been banging on the walls. Great.

***

I did change this req a bit. The peeping Tom was originally meant to be Gemma, but I'm just not comfortable with her getting off on her brother, so I choose one of my favorite women on this planet! 

Besides that, hope you liked it. I'm crossing over a little to writing more women in my stuff. Probably about time.

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