I was 14 years old when I finally noticed an air vent behind my bedroom door. It was flush with the floor and when I looked through it I saw 2/3 of m...y mother’s bedroom. I could see half of her bed and all of her vanity area. I don’t remember why I just recognized this vent, but later that same night I knew I had to take another look.As usual, my mom went to bed after I did…I just waited for the right time. She came into her room and closed the door; I remember slowly moving from my bed to. The band on stage was loud enough to burst eardrums, and they were being drowned out by the crowd. The place was dimly lit, the stage lights the only thing bright enough to see by. That made Lena a little less self-conscious, at least. A bouncer stopped them just inside the door, checking their IDs and giving them little date-stamped tickets to get back in if they left.As they walked further in, Lena let go of her steadying grip on Mika's arm and took in her surroundings. There were fewer. Then I pointed to the exam cubicle at the back, this was just a small enclosed cubicle used for individual examinations. We both casually walked over that way and without anyone seeing slipped into the cubicle, yet the door didn’t lock. We both sat side by side on the same seat and kissed for a good minute; I then slid my hand down her top and started lightly caressing her boobs. I got my other hand and took it up her skirt, pushed aside her panties and attempted to insert a finger. I pulled my. Her nipples were just as hard and now only for me.“What do you think would have happened if someone didn't try to open the door?” I asked her, my hands moving up and cupping her breasts.“I... I don't know. I was thinking the same thing. Would you have stopped him if he continued to...” Jill's voice faded, her words escaping her.“Touch you?” I asked, my thumbs making circles around her nipples.Jill nodded.“Did you want him to continue to touch you?” I asked, reaching my hands around and.