Marty tiptoed through the corridor, not wanting to disturb anyone in the household. It was nearly midnight, and he fully expected his roommate, Jenny, to be asleep. But, as he rounded the corner, he saw light emitting from under her door. Suddenly, he wanted to talk to her, although usually that was a concept that he really didn't like. He wished at times that he hadn't answered the ad for a roommate, particularly when Jenny went off on one of her egotistical diatribes. And yet, now he really wanted to talk to her.

He tapped lightly on her door, but almost inaudibly, being that he didn't want to attract attention to himself from the other occupants. He wasn't ready to start answering questions about why he was so late. Jenny wasn't answering, but then again she probably couldn't hear him, either. Then he remembered how he could get her attention without the risk of waking anyone else.

Since his room was adjacent to Jenny's, and there was only one level to the house, he was able to leave his room via the window, and knock on her window and none would hear. He went into his room, put his affairs away, and went out the window. Unfortunately, her window was closed, but why would the shutters be open at midnight? He was about to knock on the wooden shutters, arm raised, when he noticed something.

There was a small hole in the shutters, and for just a second, he saw Jenny. He held his fist in the air as he saw that she was preparing for bed. Sitting on the bed, her jeans half pulled off, she was massaging her feet. She drew her legs onto the bed, and slid the jeans off. The hole was too small and the angle was off, but he could still see enough to know how shapely her legs were.

Instantly, he felt guilty. He tiptoed as best as he could back into his room, and stood there for a second. He thought about what he had seen, and then thought that he probably wouldn't get into a situation like this again. he climbed back out the window, and tiptoed carefully to hers.

He looked for her on the bed, but she wasn't there. A little disappointed, he started to turn to leave, when he saw her standing with her back to him. She was looking in the closet for something to wear. As she stood there, he watched her as her hands absent-mindedly roamed over her body. Her long fingernails slid easily underneath the elastic of her panties, and she pulled the light blue silk material out from between her buttocks. Her fingers began to trace around her hips, and as she felt her inner thight, she looked down from the closet. Briefly, she put both hands between her legs.

Then, she reached up and grabbed a sweatshirt. She turned and walked over to the bed. Facing the window, unaware of her voyeur, she took off her shirt. She traced her fingernails down her neck, and then unclasped her bra. Her breasts fell free, and Marty was surprised to realize that he was looking at the body as he had never seen before. He was even more surprised to find out that she was perfectly proportioned. She closed her eyes, and cupped her breasts in her hands. Marty could tell she was exciting herself, as her nipples drew taught. With one finger on each nipple, she caressed underneath lightly. She then opened her eyes, and walked around the bed.

For one fleeting instant, Marty thought she had seen him, and worried that she was going to open the shutters and expose him. Instead, he moved to another split in the wood, and saw that she was preening herself in the glass, wearing only the blue panties. She placed her hands on her flat stomach, and stood on her tiptoes. She pivoted on one foot, and faced the glass.

Marty saw her hands snake down her legs, and then come up between her thighs. One hand felt over her breasts, while the other traced down the elastic of the panties between her torso and her thigh. Just as it reached dead center, she turned and walked back to the bed. She lifted the sweatshirt she had chosen up over her head, and picked up a pair of shorts.

A little disappointed that Jenny stopped herself, Marty returned to his room. He closed his shutters almost all the way, but leaving them open a crack. The heat was on, and his room had the habit of becoming a sauna.

He went out into the hallway, and knocked on Jenny's door. She invited him in, and he entered. They talked briefly for a while, then Jenny made it clear she wanted to go to sleep. Marty left, still thinking about what he had seen.

He turned on the lamp next to his bed. It was softer than the main light, and cast dark shadows throughout the room. The streetlight from outside shone in a long vertical strip on the wall.

Marty took off his pants, and pulled off his socks. He pulled off his rugby, and stood at the foot of his bed in his briefs. He pulled them down to his ankles, and kicked them off. He stretched, clasping his hands together over his head.

"It's cold outside, isn't it?" he asked. When he got no response, he walked over to the window, and threw open the shutters, almost knocking over Jenny.

"Please come in," he said. "It's kinda cold standing here nude." Jenny walked in through the window, stunned.

"How did you know I was there?" she asked, incredulous.

"You blocked the light of the streetlamp," Marty said, indicating the light on the wall. He turned to face her, his dick saluting in the air. "Do you like what you came to see?" he asked.

She nodded. He stepped forward, and kissed her. He pulled off her sweatshirt, and once more her breasts fell where he could see them. He cupped them with his hands, as he had seen her do it. She pushed down her shorts, and stepped out of them. She rested one hand on his ass, and took his stiff prick in her hand. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around him.

He felt his hardness briefly touch her wet center, and he jumped a little. She rested the head against her soft hole, and moved her hand to his chest. Still, they kissed. Her tongue explored his mouth, and his hands supported her against his body.