"Hold it right there,
Sarah Harrison!" Andrea Penman called out in mock outrage, "I hope you're
not intending to drive home in that state are you?".
"I'm fine, it's not far.." Sarah replied defensively, noticing the slur in her own words.
"I think it'd be better if you stayed here for the night or caught a cab home" Andrea said firmly, taking Sarah's keys from one hand, and the half empty wine glass from the other.
"Are you sure? I don't want to be any bother.." Sarah asked, glancing to Andrea's husband and concentrating on not looking as drunk as she suddenly felt.
"Of course it's okay, Honey." Andrea replied, glancing to her husband who smiled and nodded his agreement.
"Thanks Andy" Sarah said, accepting Andrea's steadying arm as it guided her down the hall and away from the rapidly winding down party.
"Uh, is this the right room?" Sarah asked blearily.
"I'm sorry, the bed in the guest room isn't made up, but you can use Chris's old bed, the sheets are fresh." Andrea answered, as she turned on the light. Chris was Andrea's oldest son (about 18, Sarah remembered) who had moved out of home only a month or two ago.
"What about Scott?" Sarah asked uncertainly, referring to Chris's younger brother who used to share the room.
"He's out with his friends, we won't see him until Sunday afternoon, minimum." Andrea laughed reassuringly, lifting a pile of Scott's dirty laundry, books and CD cases off Chris's bed and dumping them on the floor. "Here you go. Get undressed and into bed. I'll come back to check on you when the last of the guests are gone" Andy said. Poor Sarah seemed to pass out the second her head touched the pillow Andrea noticed. "Just like old times.", she thought to herself nostalgically. Sarah Harrison had been her best friend since college, one of the sweetest people Andrea had ever met, but quite hopeless at looking after herself. Andrea smiled wistfully, thinking back to their college days together. Sarah had always been the single one when growing up. It wasn't that she was unattractive, far from it. Sarah was tall and athletic, long and flowing brown hair and nice, firm (if a little smallish) breasts; a figure most women admired, as well as men. But unfortunately, Sarah had never developed any confidence around men. By the time she had had enough to drink, to unwind enough to speak to someone she liked, she was so drunk that the nice ones weren't interested, and Andrea felt compelled to play the role of chaperone, chasing the "not so nice ones" away. For Andrea though, Sarah Harrison was the little sister she had never had.
By the time the last of the party guests had gone, it was well past midnight. Andrea checked in on Sarah and saw that she had kicked the sheets off the bed, and was curled up in a ball, half naked, and shivering. With a smile, Andy pulled the covers up around her best friend and tucked the blankets in snugly.
"Just like old times" she reiterated to herself, turning off the light and closing the door behind her as she headed back down the hall to her own bedroom.
The sound of the door
opening dragged Sarah out of a deep sleep, still drowsy from the alcohol,
she didn't bother to move or make a sound. "It's just Andy checking on
me…" she told herself, "…she'll be gone in a sec". But when her visitor
closed the door, and walked right past her and further into the room,
Sarah opened her eyes in surprise to see that it was Scott, returning
home unexpectedly. Scott had walked past Sarah and continued to the other
side of the room, tossing his hat onto his desk and began to empty his
pockets. Sarah began to feel a little uncomfortable with the notion of
sharing the room with Scott, until it suddenly dawned on her that he might
not even realize that she was in his room. She thought of making some
noise, perhaps move around a little under the blankets, just so that he
would know she was there. "Come on Sarah…" She thought to herself, "…
of course he knows you're in here, he would have seen you when he came
in." She reasoned to herself, justifying her motionlessness as she was
too tired to move anyway.
But as she watched him take off his T-shirt and jeans, expecting him to glance over at her, acknowledging her presence in some way, …he didn't.
"Oh my…" The silent words began to form in her mind as she watched Scott pull his shorts down, stripping as he readied himself for bed. From her angle of view, Sarah could see only the profile of his body, but enough to see his flaccid penis, and felt immediately embarrassed. Any thoughts of announcing her presence now were as immediately squelched. "Oh god…I can't say anything now!" She thought silently.
"I'll… I'll just wait until he's covered himself up again." Sarah reasoned.
Scott pushed his boxers over his hips and let them fall to the floor, enjoying the newfound freedom of being able to undressed in private. Chris, the older of the two brothers by nearly two years, had naturally developed sooner than Scott, and Scott had always felt embarrassed about getting undressed in front of him, mindful of his own immaturity, or at least his own perception of it.
"God, it's great having the room to myself" Scott thought, glancing over at his brother's bed, mistaking Sarah's form in the dim light for the usual pile of unwashed clothes which regularly occupied the spot. "I never would have been able to do this a month ago" he thought, taking his penis in his hand and stroking it a couple of times absently.
Sarah felt her entire body go hot; tingling from head to toe with burning needles of embarrassment. Like a deer mesmerized by headlights, she lay dumbstruck, staring at this young man as he gently manipulated his still soft penis in his hand, gently pulling it back and forth. "Oh god…" she thought to herself, knowing there was no way she could do anything now. Embarrassed as she was, she also knew she would be truly humiliated if the tables were turned, imagining herself in his place. Having no choice, she decided the best thing to do was shut her eyes and wait.
The moment of blackend silence seemed to last forever as she lay silent and still, until Sarah heard the sounds of Scott climbing into his bed. She slowly opened her eyes again, still flushed with embarrassment, and she could feel her own heart beating quickly from the embarrassment of seeing Scott naked. As he settled into bed, his motion calming as he prepared for sleep, Sarah decided that perhaps the simplest thing was to just stay quiet, to go back to sleep, as it appeared Scott was obviously intending to do.
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