Sarah turned the TV off and sighed. Reaching over the side of the bed, her hand brushed carpet until it found her cellphone. Pulling it up to her face, she hit a random button and the dark screen came to life.
“Unbelievable,” she muttered to herself. Not only had she been stood up by Eric-the-asshole, but now she couldn’t sleep.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that Blake had their kids this weekend, she would have just gone home. Her lying douche-bag of an ex-boyfriend had taken her house and had forced her into living with her parents. Which left going back home out of the picture.
Sarah hadn’t expected to be asking her new best friend to crash at her place tonight. She was suppose to have been on a date with Eric… their third date.
She looked up at the popcorn ceiling and clenched her teeth. It had been far too long since she had gotten any. The last time had been 9 months before her youngest son was born. She loved both of her children, dearly, but her youngest son was five now and mommy needed something.
“Shhhh. Not so loud!” a hushed voice, broken by giggles, came from behind Sarah’s door.
She blinked away all thoughts of Eric, and found herself sitting up out of reflex. Straining her ears, she heard footsteps coming from the hallway.
“Don’t shush me woman!” This time, Sarah caught the distinctive male voice of John. Katie, her best friend, had recently gotten hitched by John. In fact, they’d just gotten back from their honeymoon–just another reason why she felt like crap for imposing on them.
“John… What are you… Here?!” Katie gasped. Sarah could hear the smile in her voice.
“Hmmm,” came the response.
Sarah heard the bathroom door just across the hall creak open. “What if she’s awake?”
She froze, realizing her body had already moved toward the half opened door.
“Let her watch,” John breathed.
As Sarah reached the dark threshold, she tried to justify her intrusion with curious ignorance but even that sounded like denial.
The moonlight from the bathroom’s skylight illuminated two bodies. Katie, wearing only a tight t-shirt and a thong, was lifted up onto the bathroom’s counter-top by her husband. Hard nipples attempted to break free from the shirt until John peeled it away. For the first time, Sarah got a glimpse of her best friend topless.
She’d never fantasized about another woman before, but the sight made Sarah’s mouth dry.
“What is going on with me? I shouldn’t be watching this,” Sarah told herself.
Just as she turned her head back toward her room, John’s voice answered like the little devil on her shoulder, “Let her watch.”
Sarah turned her focus on John and discovered the skinny man was actually just really lean. His normal slacks and a button up shirt had been replaced by pajama pants. That is, pajama pants sporting a sizeable tent. And while the moonlight didn’t reveal everything, Sarah could tell his bare chest was down right lick-able.
And then something unexpected happened.
She was wet.
“Oh god,” Katie said, giving voice to Sarah’s thoughts.
While she couldn’t see what John was doing to her, there was enough light for Sarah’s imagination. He’d pushed her thong to the side and was fingering her.
Slowly, as if afraid to wake up, Sarah moved her hands to her shorts. When her fingers found the elastic band, they started trembling–but it wasn’t enough to stop her. As she slowly dropped her shorts, she smelled her own arousal. Soft carpet kissed her knees as she rested her head against the door frame and slid an index finger along her wet slit.