Sinful Semester(Dripping College Desires)

Dripping For My Neighbor#1

Dripping for My Neighbor

Sylvia’s POV

I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom, staring at my reflection like I barely recognized the girl looking back. Twenty-one years old, married, and stuck in this big empty house instead of being in college like I was supposed to be. All because my family owed money and this was the only way to pay it off.

My husband, Marcus, was… well, let’s just say he wasn’t winning any beauty contests. Short, balding, with a belly that hung over his belt. And the worst part? He had no f*****g clue how to touch a woman. Every time he climbed on top of me it was the same thing… two minutes of clumsy thrusting, a grunt, and then he rolled off and fell asleep. I was left lying there, throbbing and frustrated, my body screaming for more.

My libido was through the roof. I was horny all the damn time. I’d tried everything to fix it. Vibrators, dildos, even those fancy suction toys. Nothing worked. I’d c*m a little, but it never satisfied the deep ache inside me. And cheating? Forget it. Marcus had eyes everywhere. Friends, neighbors, even the damn security guy at the gate. If I so much as looked at another man too long, he’d hear about it, and the consequences would be ugly.

Tonight was bad. Really bad.

Marcus had been gone for five whole days on one of his “business trips.” The house was quiet, too quiet, and my body was on fire. My p***y had been wet and aching since morning. I tried to ignore it, but by night time I couldn’t take it anymore.

“f**k it,” I muttered.

I went to the living room, heart already beating faster. The big floor-to-ceiling windows gave a clear view of the street and the house next door. That house had been empty for years, so I figured no one would see me.

I pulled open the drawer in the wardrobe where I hid my toys. Marcus didn’t know about them, and if he did, f**k him. I grabbed my thick pink dildo and the strong vibrator, then headed back to the couch.

I made myself comfortable, spreading my legs wide. I pulled up my favorite porn site on my phone and searched for something rough. The video loaded — a hot guy with a huge c**k pounding a girl from behind, slapping her ass, choking her a little. Exactly what I needed.

I slid my shorts and panties off, tossing them aside. My p***y was already soaked, lips puffy and shiny. I turned the vibrator on high and pressed it hard against my swollen c**t. A loud moan escaped my lips immediately.

“Oh s**t… yes…”

I closed my eyes for a second, imagining it was me getting f****d like that. Then I pushed the dildo against my entrance and started sliding it in slowly, stretching myself.

The vibrations were intense. My hips bucked. I started pumping the dildo faster, f*****g myself deeper while the toy buzzed relentlessly on my c**t. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the living room. I was getting close already, breathing hard, t**s heaving under my thin tank top.

That’s when I opened my eyes and glanced out the big window.

The house next door had lights on.

What the f**k?

People were moving around. Boxes, furniture — someone was moving in right now. My stomach dropped. I quickly pulled the toys away and yanked my shorts back up, face burning with embarrassment even though I was pretty sure they couldn’t see inside with the lights off in here.

“New neighbors… great timing,” I whispered, heart racing.

I should have gone back to the bedroom, but I stayed on the couch, phone in hand, pretending to scroll. My eyes kept drifting to the window. A moving truck was parked outside. A couple was carrying stuff in.

Then they stopped in the middle of the living room.

The guy — holy s**t.

He was tall, built like a god, with sharp abs I could see even from here under his tight t-shirt. Dark hair, strong arms. The girl with him was pretty, but I barely noticed her. They started kissing like they were starving for each other. Hungry, desperate kisses, tongues everywhere, hands grabbing ass and t**s.

New couples maybe.

I told myself to look away. Give them privacy, Sylvia. You have a husband.

But my eyes stayed glued.

The guy suddenly lifted the girl and sat her on the kitchen counter. He ripped her top off, exposing her breasts, then yanked her shorts down. She was naked in seconds. He pulled his own shirt off and f**k… those abs were insane. Broad shoulders, defined chest, that perfect V leading down.

He dropped his pants. Even from this distance I could see how big and hard his c**k was. Thick, veiny, standing straight up.

My n*****s tightened so hard they hurt. My p***y clenched, dripping fresh wetness into my shorts.

He spread her legs wide and slammed into her in one rough thrust. The girl threw her head back, moaning loud enough that I could almost hear it through the glass. He f****d her hard, hips snapping, the counter shaking with every brutal stroke. He grabbed her throat, pounded deeper, slapping her t**s while he railed her.

I was breathing fast. My hand slipped between my legs without thinking, rubbing my c**t through my shorts. I was soaked.

“Oh my God…” I whispered.

He flipped her around, bent her over the counter and f****d her even harder from behind. The way his ass flexed with every thrust, the way he gripped her hips like he owned her — it was raw and nasty and exactly what I needed.

My breath was fogging the window. I didn’t even realize I had stood up and walked closer until I was right there, forehead almost touching the glass.

Look away, Sylvia. You’re married. This is wrong.

But I couldn’t. My fingers kept rubbing faster. My legs were shaking.

The guy suddenly pulled out, spun the girl, and shoved his c**k down her throat. She gagged but took it, drooling everywhere while he f****d her face. Then he picked her up again, legs wrapped around his waist, and slammed back inside, bouncing her on his d**k like she weighed nothing.

I was dripping down my thighs now. My c**t was throbbing so bad it hurt.

“What the f**k am I doing?” I breathed, but I still didn’t stop watching.

He f****d her like an animal — hard, deep, relentless. The girl was screaming, nails digging into his back. I could see the sweat on his muscles, the way his c**k disappeared into her over and over.

My own p***y was clenching around nothing, jealous as hell.

Finally I forced myself to step back. I closed the curtains with shaky hands, heart pounding like crazy.

I leaned against the wall, chest heaving, trying to catch my breath. My n*****s were rock hard, my shorts were ruined with my juices, and my legs felt weak.

What the actual f**k did I just watch?

And why the hell did it turn me on more than anything had in years?