= SARAH POV =

I don’t think there is a way for this to get worse.

 I really don’t think so.

 I found myself pacing up and down the guest room, thinking hard about how I had gotten to this point, and I’m quite sure I said, or at least tried to say…that this was a joke…but Chris…Chris was angry, and I didn’t know why!

I looked around the room and saw that although I had packed up my stuff, I had left the bedding unfolded, the closet doors were ajar and I hadn’t cleaned off the make up stains from the dresser table.

Ah. 

She must have been upset that I didn’t clean up before I left…and now she was worried that I’ll mess up someone else’s apartment…and they might scold me...

But that still didn’t explain why she literally stopped mid-coitus and came looking for me. 

That had never happened before. She and Jenny had once fucked the entire time I was studying in our dorm room…

I mean I was sure they were as I could hear them loud and clear, moaning and panting while I was working on my finals, so this wasn’t exactly new behaviour...

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. Also I really need to ask Jenny how she managed to achieve Friends with Benefits Status with Chris for so long where I couldn’t even achieve more than a cuddle on a good day.

I cleaned up the room as much as possible, however I seemed to manage to accidently rip out the clothing line pole inside the closet, so I just stacked my clothes in my open suitcase and pushed it against the wardrobe. 

The clothes I had in the suitcase were supposed to be just enough to last me three nights when I was doing the final inspection of the old apartment.

 I had intended to go to the new apartment and wash my clothes at the laundromat while I waited to buy a new washing machine, however now I had no idea what to do… 

Would Chris allow me to use her washing machine? 

And should I also throw in some of her clothes so that I’m doing one of the “Three ‘c’s” ? 

Also….

I felt my cheeks growing hot. The thought of Chris, sweaty and hot, nipples slightly flushed against her wifebeater, holding onto my luggage like it was a lifeline, was seared into my mind.

 I had tried to ignore the heavy musky smell that lingered around her, but it was all I could think of and I felt so terrible. 

I got up and abandoned my luggage, flinging myself on my unmade bed.

I was so totally  jealous. Jealous of Jenny having her way with Chris. Jealous of Chris having her way with Jenny. God…to be in the middle of that sexy sandwich…

In that moment, I wished I was Jenny. I wished I was sexy enough to command that kind of a response from someone as cool and attractive as Chris.

I shook my head and tried to dispel the thought. 

Jenny was gorgeous, unlike me. She just… oozed confidence and seduction, with her perfectly straight auburn hair and large almond eyes.

You know what? I wished I could sleep with Jenny. Fat chance of that though, seeing as she had her sexy legs all over Chris’ body; there was no way a noob like me would have a chance with her.

I pulled at my own curly locks. Stuck somewhere between light brown and dark bark. I hated how annoyingly two-toned it was due to a botched up dye job that I couldn’t be bothered to fix.

I sighed and let my head fall back against my pillow. 

Maybe I should get my hair straightened.