Sarah was restless. She was slightly drunk after going to Michelle's party and was depressed. For the third Friday running, she had failed to attract any interest from any of the guys at the party. What was wrong with her? She slid out of her rumpled bed to look at her reflection in the mirror. She stood up straight, her auburn hair gently caressing her shoulders. She slipped off her dressing gown to look at her body. Sarah didn't consider herself ugly, but she had always failed to gain any interest from the men who she met. The dressing gown slid over her shoulder, paused for a second over her rounded breasts and fell to the floor. She liked looking at her reflection.
A couple of years ago, Sarah had wondered whether she was a lesbian, as she was so turned on by her own body. However, none of the women who she met took any interest in her either, so she had given up on that. A chill draft swept through the room, causing her to shiver. She looked again at her body and noticed that her breasts had become hard. Not sure whether this was due to the cold, she ran her hands over them and shivered. Not for the first time, Sarah considered relieving her sexual frustration on her own, but that would have involved admitting to herself that she was desperate. She preferred to keep up the delusion that the only reason why she hadn't had sex was that she chose not to. Still, it was tempting...Her hands slid down her body and started to flow towards her legs...
An inappropriate girlish giggle from the next room drove Sarah out of her reverie and brought her sharply back to reality. She looked at her hands and considered whether to continue. She sighed and put her dressing gown back on. Although it was the only way that she was going to come that night, it still seemed too desperate. She turned her mind to identifying the girlish giggle.
Always rubbing salt into her wounds was her younger brother's promiscuous sex life. He didn't intend to outshine her, but she was always depressed by hearing the squeals of excitement from the other room after going out on a Friday. Usually, the moaning that filtered from the other room came from the local schools' contingent of older teens, but this one sounded older. Sometimes, David brought home girls who were five years older than him. It irritated Sarah that she, who was desperate, couldn't pull to save her life, while David just walked into a room and smiled, drawing all of the girls towards him like a magnet.
The nights when their parents were away were the worst. David could then bring his latest conquest down to the kitchen for breakfast, instead of hurrying her out in the early hours of the morning. Worse than that, Sarah never got a wink of sleep those nights, as there was no limit on the volume of noise that the girls were allowed to make. Yesterday, their parents had left for a weekend break to the Isle of Skye. Sarah realised that she wasn't likely to get any sleep that night. Still, she flopped back into bed and pulled the blankets over her head.
The next morning, after successfully gaining 2 hours sleep, Sarah went downstairs to get some coffee. Pausing by the kitchen door, she could hear moaning emanating from the room. She considered whether to enter. On one hand, David was probably in there, 'pleasuring his woman,' a sight which she didn't think she could stand. However, she needed the coffee to wake her up. She decided to burst into the room, flinging the door wide open, hopefully encouraging David and his noisy companion to take their fucking elsewhere in the house, so that she could get her coffee.
She flung open the door, and gazed upon the scene. A blonde was lying over the breakfast table, throwing her head around and screaming. David was perched on top of her, sucking her tits and pumping furiously away at her cunt. This was not in itself surprising. What was surprising, was the heavily muscled man who was buried firmly in David's arse. He was also pumping furiously away, but doing it with such a rhythm so that it would not interfere with David's ever deeper strokes into the blond. Only the man had appeared to notice her entrance into the room, and he didn't seem too bothered about her presence.
Sarah dropped her coffee cup.
The cup shattered as it hit the floor, attracting the attention of the figures on the table. David jerked his head up and saw Sarah. Absolute chaos ensued.
"What the fuck are you doing here? I didn't realise that you got up this early," exclaimed David.
