" . . .backed up with a lot of cum."  Mizzy heard through the closed door.<br/><br/>The goth girl bit back a gasp of surprise as her blush deepened -<em>What the hell are they talking about?</em>- she wondered as she pressed her ear even more firmly against the flimsy wood.<br/><br/>" . . because you have your damned dick out." came Traci's tart response and Mizzy had to fight back a chortle of laughter.<br/><br/><em>Oh</em>GOD<em>did I read those two wrong!</em>- she thought with a soft giggle as she imagined the tableau on the other side of the door; Traci's determined but flustered face and Heath's slight smirk both carrying clearly in their voices.<br/><br/>For the third time of the morning, Mizzy's hand slipped into the top of her jeans, lighting caressing herself as she pressed her body against the door, breath short and heavy as she listened.