My Friend’s Live Stream Ended in an Orgy of Four
“Damn, Vega’s room looks like a bunker,” Bruno blurted out when he came back, in the dark, from the hallway by the bedrooms. “All it needs is some boards nailed over the window. So many soundproofing panels. I hadn’t even noticed until today.”
“How is she?” I asked.
“She says she’s a little better, but she’s not getting out of bed. And she warned me Dani might come over to stay the night.”
“Then it can’t be that bad,” I smiled maliciously. “You know why her room is soundproofed.”
“So we won’t hear her fucking?” he reacted, halfway between surprised and amused. “I thought it was for the violin.”
“That too. But remember the racket that used to come from her room, and how little you can hear now when she practices.”
Even though I had steered the conversation onto innocent ground, the little smile never left my face.
“A Coke, please,” I said, handing him the empty glass.
I kept smiling even when he turned his back. His question had reminded me of a couple of Vega stories I would never tell him: however close we were, I wasn’t going to betray my best friend’s privacy.
“Don’t you even think about getting involved with Bruno,” she had warned me when he moved in. “It’ll upset the balance.” In our house there was no two-against-one, and she feared that if I slept with him, the boyfriend would matter more to me than the friend.
The buzzer at the front door dragged me out of my thoughts. Bruno opened it; after a while we heard the elevator and discreet footsteps on the landing.
“Can we come in?” Dani whispered from the doorway. Bruno gestured him inside. “Hey. How’s the sick girl?”
“I just saw her, and she seems to be in better shape,” Bruno answered. “She’s in the bedroom.”
After a couple of pleasantries, impatient to see his girlfriend, he disappeared down the hall.
“Helloooo!” we heard Vega sing-song from her room as soon as Dani turned the handle. The door shut.
Bruno looked straight at me.
“And that’s it? From here to fucking like rabbits?”
“No way,” I explained, like I was teaching an apprentice. “First she’ll tell him how awful the day was, they’ll get comfortable, the caresses will start, and in fifteen minutes they won’t have any clothes left to take off. Then yes: then they’ll fuck like rabbits.”
I laughed when, shaking his head, he called me an idiot with affection.
“What I mean is, we won’t see them again until tomorrow.”
As if summoned, the bedroom door opened: Dani crossed to the kitchen and came back with the bottle full.
“I’m going to close this door a bit, she says the TV echoes,” he asked, pointing to the one separating the living room from the hallway. The cheeky tone in which we granted it left no doubt for anyone: they were going to start very soon.
“Looks like it,” I told Bruno when we were left alone with the door closed. “Those two are going to get carried away any second now.”
“That pisses me off more,” he replied. “With the door closed I won’t be able to spy on you through the hallway mirror when you go to put your pajamas on.”
He made me smile, and I returned it.
“Tonight more than ever. With the tension those two have built up, if I show anything while you’re spying on me, I won’t make it out of the bedroom alive.”
“I’m not about to go near you naked. I had enough with the blow I took the first time,” he complained, remembering the day he opened the bathroom door, caught me fresh out of the shower, and, startled, slipped and split his eyebrow on the sink cabinet. “If I spy on you, I’ll spy from far away.”
The silence made us both sharpen our hearing without meaning to, both at once, searching for any sound escaping from Vega’s room. When we caught each other doing it, we laughed without opening our mouths.
“Curiosity’s killing me,” he said, getting up.
“Where are you going?” I asked, more with a “you’re crazy” face than actually forbidding him.
“If I can’t spy on you and you won’t tell me Vega’s secrets either, I’ll have to satisfy my voyeur streak somehow, won’t I?” He put his hand on the terrace handle, waiting for me to stop him. I didn’t.
I took advantage of those few minutes alone to admit to myself that my erotic switch was on. Naughty, playful Bruno already knew me; casually horny, no: that was still mine alone.
He came back with a smile that promised juicy news. And for the first time, I looked at the bulge in his pants on purpose: there was already a shape there.
“I caught them in the middle of it,” he said with a smirk, closing the door. “Blind almost all the way down, a little lamp on. Vega has one hell of a body.”
“Hey, are you trying to make me jealous?”
“You get jealous? Then let me spy on you and I’ll only have eyes for you,” he pleaded, blinking theatrically.
I held his gaze for a couple of seconds.
“I’m going to put my pajamas on,” I said, with every intention.
His face lit up: he thought I was going to let him spy on me. I crossed the hallway door, stuck my head out to stick my tongue at him, and shut it.
***
I waited in the dark for my eyes to adjust. Hardly anything could be heard: either they were fucking quietly or Vega’s panels were doing miracles. Streetlight silhouetted the mirror at the back, the one that, with any door open, reflected whatever happened inside my room.
I turned on the light, took off my sweatshirt, my T-shirt, my bra, and my leggings. In a thong, with my nipples already peaked hard from pure anticipation, I stood in front of the mirror. If a door opened, the first thing anyone would see in the darkness of the hall would be that reflection. The idea turned me on more and more.
I chose my outfit carefully: a very low-cut, spaghetti-strap tank top with generous armholes, no bra, and a basic cotton thong that showed nothing from the front and left everything exposed from behind. I switched off the light and went back to the living room.
Bruno was left speechless. He didn’t say anything, but he ran his eyes over me.
“What?” I said innocently, grabbing my glass for a sip before sitting down.
“How do you do this to me? I was thinking of locking myself in my room to get rid of the tension and now I don’t know what to do.”
It hit me like a bucket of cold water that he was thinking about leaving. If I told him “stay,” the game would be over; if I told him “go,” that would be over too. So I improvised.
“If you go to your room, I’m going to mine. I’m not staying here like an idiot while everyone else is having a feast.”
For a moment he imagined me masturbating; I saw it on his face.
“You don’t have soundproof panels,” he said, disbelieving.
“It wouldn’t be the first time I gave myself a treat with you at home without you noticing,” I teased, crossing my ankles under my ass so the thong would show nicely.
He looked between my legs, couldn’t help himself, and his gaze lingered on my nipples too.
“Better I go to my bedroom,” he decided. “If I stay, I’m going to end up telling you something I shouldn’t. You don’t mind, do you? I’ve got way too much of a hard-on.”
It wasn’t what I expected, but it won me over: he chose to hold back rather than pressure me. I gave him my best conspiratorial-friend smile.
“Close your bedroom door, in case these two come out and get a surprise.”
“I’ll leave it ajar in case you feel like spying on me,” he joked. “If I find you around here in a bit, great.”
He got up, closed the hallway door carefully, and left me alone and horny.
***
Sex filled my head. It turned me on to imagine the three of them, and Bruno’s restraint only made me want to sleep with him more. It was as easy as crossing the hall and opening his door.
I didn’t do it, but I didn’t stay still either. I picked up my phone, turned off the TV, and went to my room. I left the door open: I didn’t care who might open theirs, though I suspected that if any door opened, it would be his. The one I wanted most.
I lay down on the bed in such a way that the mirror caught everything and started rubbing around my clit while I searched for Bruno’s door in the reflection. It turned me on to imagine how excited he’d get seeing me.
I was deep in the fantasy when my phone vibrated. A WhatsApp.
“Hope I’m not catching you at a bad time. I need to talk to you about sex, it’s important and it’s now. Prudence tells me it’s better by text. Is this a good time?” It was Bruno, of course.
I got instantly excited. “Can you tell me while you spy on me?” I replied. I got so hot pressing send.
“It has to do with Vega and Dani. And with us. If they catch me spying on you, things get complicated.”
He threw me off balance. What did he know about them, and how? It was impossible to hear them on the other side of the wall.
“Who are you and what have you done with my friend? That said, tonight I’m turned on by Vega and Dani catching us. Start telling me, because I’m on tenterhooks.”
The click of his bedroom latch gave me a shiver. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was watching me in the mirror.
“Vega and Dani are doing a live porn show on a cam site. They’re broadcasting right now and they’ve been talking about us.”
“And what did they say?”
“That this house is missing an orgy. And they’re asking for ideas to make one happen.”
“So the chat can tell them how to get into us, right? Have they said a lot about us?” While I typed, I let one hand play between my legs.
“Vega knows what she’s doing. She got the room heated up and took the show private. There she said she doesn’t know how to propose an orgy to us if she’s been forbidding you from getting with me since she met you.”
“Did she say our names?”
“No. She has experience, she knows where the limits are. For now you’re ‘her friend’ and I’m ‘the housemate.’ And she keeps saying you’re the key to setting it up.”
“Go back to the computer and tell me.”
“She’s just explained her idea: get on all fours facing the camera and, while Dani is fucking her, say she’s imagining herself fucking someone. And that’s where she’s going to start talking about you. She says she gets off fantasizing about her boyfriend fucking her friend, and about you liking it.”
Bruno stayed glued to the screens. He didn’t see me coming.
“I’m sitting on your bed, right behind you. I’m warning you so you don’t get scared.” He turned his head slowly, checked that I wasn’t lying, and let out a sudden breath. He shifted a little so I could see the screen, took out one earbud, and handed it to me.
“Can I talk dirty when I need to?” he whispered.
“I trust your good dirtiness,” I answered.
“Before she starts, tell me yourself.”
“Our first time was with just the two of us,” I confessed. “We liked it so much we did it six more times before we started dating guys. If Vega doesn’t want you and me to hook up, it’s not because of the apartment balance: it’s because she knows how I fuck, and she’s afraid I’ll have a better time with you. For her, those fucks had special value, and she’s terrified a better one might come along.”
“Interesting. You’re your friend’s and your roommate’s dream,” he said, in a tone just above a whisper. “Have you had any fucks better than those?”
“A few. She’s the one with the emotional trauma, not me.”
“You have no idea how much I want to wreck you with a ton of fucks.”
“You’ve got a good chance that two or three more get added to that list tonight.”
“Two or three?”
“Of course. Otherwise, what’s the point of setting up an orgy?”
The silence of the bombshell fell over us. I got up, placed my hands on the desk in front of the keyboard, and started stepping backward, spreading my legs and sticking my ass out.
It took him a second to react, enjoying how I brought my body to him. The first brush of skin on skin was a jolt. He got behind me, held my hips, and started filling me slowly.
“What if we do a private one too?” I suggested, my voice breaking. “But in writing, through the chat. Let’s play at making them fantasize about us until they dare to invite us.”
What a size. He stretched me inside until I was left in constant tension. I started typing in the chat: an opinion here, a question to Vega there.
The situation was equally filthy and fun. Vega and I were fucking in the same position, both focused on the same screen: as far away as a monitor, as close as the door across the hall. Even though we were apart, we were also fucking together, because I was the fantasy she was playing with Dani.
I asked him to eroticize the scene and describe me, naked, in the living room.
“My friend is at her best when she’s naked,” she began to say. “So she’s naked in my fantasy, alone in the living room, stretched out on my sofa like when it’s just the two of us. My housemate has either left or is in his room enjoying himself alone.”
“Sign that he’s into me,” Bruno whispered, without stopping moving.
“Carla is imagining what’s going on on the other side of the wall,” Vega let slip, and fixed it on the fly. “Let’s call her Bea, just to give her a name.”
“Well, Bea is on the sofa, rubbing her cunt, eyes fixed on the hallway door. It turns her on imagining it opening and surprising her.”
“Surprising her both of you? Just you? The housemate?” I asked.
“Just Dani, for now. So my friend gets to know at length the cock I want us to fuck together.”
“You were talking about an orgy, not a threesome,” I typed. “And where does the housemate fit in? Want me to tell you my fantasy?”
“Your friend has been fantasizing about you lot for a while, each in your own room. Serious question, Vega: do you really think they’d be up for setting up the orgy?”
I was taking a risk, but the complicity of the moment pushed her to answer honestly.
“If I suggest it, I’m sure Bea would be up for a fuck with me,” she replied. “And my housemate too. What guy doesn’t like an orgy?”
“Okay. Then your friend dares to text the housemate and he dares her to meet him in his room. And the two of them come to one conclusion: if you open your door, they come in. No need to ask, just say it. If I were you, I’d make it private and play at opening it.”
“You coming into that private?” Vega teased.
“The question is offensive. What do you think?”
“Interesting,” she answered, grinding against Dani with a look of pleasure.
***
Vega took the suggestion seriously. Bruno and I had the advantage: we knew their plans before they did anything and had planted in them the image of what they’d find when they opened the door. Surprise had already become desire: instead of getting angry, Vega would love catching me with Bruno.
They decided she would open it. She moved the camera toward her door and we turned the computer so we’d be in frame, fucking facing the hallway: two recognizable silhouettes at the end of the dark corridor.
“I’m opening!” she warned, nervous, turning the knob in silence.
I felt powerful knowing what was happening on both sides of the door. The panel opened little by little. On the screen I saw Vega flinch when she discovered us, and live, through the wall, I heard her sigh. I started rocking my hips to fuck him too.
When we were fully visible, her surprised smile turned even better the moment she recognized what we had on screen.
“Bitch,” I read on her lips.
She repositioned herself against the frame so the camera would catch her standing, from behind, wrapping one arm and one leg around the door, showing just enough. Then she went back to her computer, left the door wide open, and changed the live title from “fantasizing about the roomies” to “orgy.”
She started another private stream. She laid Dani down and climbed on top to suck his cock, calling to us with her eyes. I pulled Bruno out of me, took him by the hand, and crossed the hall dragging him to Vega’s room. I reoriented the camera toward the bed.
“Make him come before you do,” I asked Bruno, motioning for him to get behind Vega.
I got on my knees on the bed, put Dani’s head between my thighs, and while I leaned forward to rub his cock, I searched for my friend’s mouth. I pressed her cunt to Dani’s mouth as soon as he started eating me out.
What a moment the four of us were living. Dani eating me while his girlfriend and I gave him a two-handed blowjob. Bruno fucking his other roommate now. And Vega and I, enjoying ourselves together, in the middle of friendship, in a shared fantasy.
“How Bruno fucks!” she told me with her eyes, between gasps of pleasure.
“Well, he’s for keeps,” I answered with a smile.
Vega was hovering near orgasm: her hips sped up, she clutched Dani’s cock, and exploded into moans. Dani was next; the blowjob had sent him over the edge and, instead of licking me, he was devouring my cunt. I looked at Bruno: he had done his part. I bared my breasts and, with a look heavy with lust, asked him to come wherever he wanted.
He lost it. He pulled out of Vega, pointed himself at me, and when he felt himself about to cum he came closer, grabbed my head, and fucked my mouth so hard it drove me wild. I remembered his promise to wreck me with a ton of fucks and, almost all at once, my orgasm hit. I came and swallowed at the same time.
Like in the crudest of videos made for guys, we took care of leaving them gleaming while we dragged out their last spasms. Then I sat the boys in two chairs in front of the bed, to recover, while Vega, the wicked bitch, pulled her strap-on from the desk drawer, gave me a smile to the camera, and laid me down to lock her legs with mine and scissors me.
That night, fucks, moans, orgasms, and coins kept falling long after dawn.
