The Reenactment Ch 04

After our trip to Hawaii Jaime and I avoided Sarah and Nick as much as they avoided us, which is to say, as much as possible. Sarah told Nick about what happened in the spa, including my interactions with her. As you can imagine the plane ride home was a bit uncomfortable.

I regretted that the memory of that night was ruined by outside baggage. If Nick had been involved and I hadn't been with Sarah before, maybe it would have brought us closer together, but it was a completely spontaneous event, and there's always unintended consequences when you completely let loose.

Yet at the same time, frankly, I was glad Nick hadn't been involved. Nick has always viewed sex as a means to prove himself; each girl he bags is another trophy on the wall. I would never want Jaime to be used in the same way. If it ends up costing me his friendship, so be it, I've known him long enough to see the emptiness that lies beneath a charming smile. Finally at peace with my love life I'm no longer blinded by my awe for his so-called romantic skills. I almost wish I could say to his face that I fucked his loyal girlfriend like a dirty tramp, but that would make me no better than him.

Almost a month after Hawaii Jaime and I attended a birthday dinner for one of our friends, Michelle. Michelle was also close to Sarah so I wasn't surprised to see them there. Despite our best maneuverings we ended up sitting next to each other, in fact, thanks to Emily's sadistic nature (She was the only person who knew ever detail of the entire affair) Sarah was seated next to me at the end of the table. Nick was on her side, while Jaime sat directly across from me. Each of us expertly wore our friendliest masks, Nick being bold enough to even suggest that it was too bad we hadn't spent more time together since the trip. But before the glaze could crack we each turned to make conversation with the other dinner guests.

I know I shouldn't have even thought about it but Sarah looked amazing again that night. She had on a backless black dress with a plunging neckline. Her lush brown hair was pinned up on her head revealing her long elegant neck. Sitting next to her engulfed by her trademark mixture of alluring scents I couldn't help but remember for a moment the passionate embraces between the two of us. I saw the look Jaime gave when Sarah sat next to me, so being the best boyfriend I could, I directed all my attention away from that which held my mind.

During dinner I felt a foot rub the lower half of my left leg. Alarmed I glanced immediately at Jaime who reassured me with a mischievous smile. We had both agreed to leave early, and Jaime was playfully letting me know the plan remained the same. Luckily the tablecloth at the Italian restaurant was long enough to hide the actions of Jaime's teasing foot as she slid it under the bottom of my pants and massaged my bare lower leg. Both of us exhibited a suppressed smile, which was caught by Emily who accidentally knocked into Jaime's leg as she re-crossed her own, "Behave, you lovebirds. I don't want to see the two of you coming out of the bathroom in handcuffs," rebuffed Emily like a nun catching two kids passing notes.

We both laughed as our legs detracted, "Or what? You'll slap me with a ruler," I lamely joked in response.

"I'd make you spank me," Emily devilishly replied as we returned to our previous conversations.

I felt another foot on my right leg and at first I thought it was just Jaime trying with the other leg, but the movement was totally different and the foot was in the opposite direction.. Realizing it was Sarah I quickly moved my leg away and shot a discreet disapproving look at Sarah who without turning her head slid a hand onto my lap. Playing footsie with Jaime had stirred my penis awake and to my horror it quickly hardened with Sarah's hand pressed against it rubbing it into my thigh. Jaime was paying attention to the person next to her and did not see the shock that registered on my face. I quickly composed myself and as covertly as possible removed Sarah's hand from my lap.

"But somebody likes it there," whispered Sarah as she turned to look behind me.

"That wasn't from you," I curtly replied from the side of my mouth.

"It certainly felt like it was for me. Don't tell me you're not tired of that cheap piece," whispered back Sarah again sliding her hand onto my thigh.

"The only cheap piece here is you," I coldly snapped back removing Sarah's hand from my thigh. But she surprised me by clasping onto my hand and tugging it under the table onto her lap.

She had her legs spread in her short skirt and before I could remove it she called out to Jaime immediately freezing me as I saw Jaime turn in our direction, "Jaime, I love those earrings you have on. Where did you get them?" she asked animatedly, smiling brightly as she took the opportunity to seize control of my hand and slide it up her skirt. I'll be honest and admit my resistance was meager, but I was mortified by the threat of Jaime catching any hint of what was going on below the table.

Jaime's response was short and she quickly turned back not even glancing at me. Curious, I allowed Sarah to bring my hand to her exposed pussy. Just the slight touch I allowed myself confirmed the fact that it was swollen and wet. Seeing the smile on Sarah's face knowing she had won caused me to shamefully pull my hand away.

"I know you love it. Smell it, see how ready I am. You can have it; you can have it right now," gloated Sarah in a light whisper looking over my shoulder.

"Anyone could have it right now," I poorly tried to regain my ground.

"That's so funny," Sarah suddenly blurted out laughing as she put her hand on my shoulder. Jaime (and Nick) immediately looked over Jaime flashing an intense glare at me, "Marcus just reminded me of that tiny pony they gave him to ride in Hawaii, you looked so ridiculous," Sarah loudly proclaimed in her best over the top performance.

"Yeah, that was funny," replied Jaime not laughing, throwing a dagger of glare in my direction before returning to her conversation.

Sarah excused herself from the table giving Nick a quick peck on the cheek as she strutted towards the ladies room. She caught me glancing at her giving her an opportunity to wink. I watched her out of the corner of my eye she stopped before the door and stared at me until I gave in and looked at her. She smiled and shamelessly beckoned me to follow her.

I immediately looked towards Jaime and then to Nick, neither of them catching her signal, but I noticed Emily repressing a smile and she tapped my leg with her hand under the table, "I guess somebody really needs a spanking," she joked completely amused with my situation. I gave her a frustrated look and she immediately dropped it.

Sarah sauntered back a good ten minutes later (I had an eye on my watch). After she settled in she leaned over and lightly whispered out of the corner of her mouth, "I guess someone wants to play hard to get."

"Its not happening, let it go," I firmly stated bending over to pick up something imaginary off of the floor.

"Are you mad?" she pouted, "You know I like it rough."

I shook my head in disbelief. About twenty minutes later dinner was winding down, everybody was talking about heading to the nearest bar. I made eye contact with Jaime make sure our plan was still intact, she nodded and checked her watch. Jaime's cell went off and she went outside to answer it. Nick also left to make a call. Not wanting to be stuck alone with Sarah I went to the bathroom.

Somebody was using the urinal so I went into the large handicap stall. I heard the urinal flush and the guy leave and someone seemed to enter behind him. When I heard the stall door open my first reaction was to tell the intruder it was occupied, but I quickly realized who it was.

"What the fuck are you doing? Are you fucking insane?" I angrily called out as I finished pissing.

"That's not what you said last time we shared a bathroom," replied Sarah still playing the temptress.

"That clearly was a huge mistake," I responded zipping up my pants quickly.

"Don't worry about zipping up," continued Sarah as she undid her dress so the two strips in front fell off her body and her two heavenly tits pointed directly at me. Even though I had seen them before they were still amazing and she took advantage of my mental lapse to lock the door and walk up to me, "In fact why don't you take them off?"

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and we both froze, "Hey Marcus, is that you? Emily said you were in the bathroom," questioned Nick to my complete dread.

"Uhh.. Yeah its me, Nick," I loudly responded emphasizing the Nick part for Sarah, who maintained her mischievous smile and in fact slowly inched closer to me.

"You taking a shit?" crudely asked Nick as he started pissing in the urinal. Sarah reached around me and put the seat down before attempting to press me down as well. I struggled, but ended up causing her to tap her shoes on the floor which created a loud noise, "Must be a rough one if your stomping your feet," obliviously joked Nick. I quickly relented to Sarah her had me sit down before easing herself onto my lap.

"It must have been the meatballs," I awkwardly responded with Sarah's breast inches from my face. My cock was hard as a rock trapped beneath Sarah. I couldn't believe this was happening. I just sat there as still as a statue as Sarah laughed in my face with a giant grin. She reached between her legs and massaged the length of my constricted cock as it shuddered with each touch.

Nick gave a fake laugh to my joke, "I think we need to talk," he said zipping up his pants.

"Yeah, so do I, maybe later tonight," I said urgently trying to end this ordeal before I enjoyed it too much. Sarah's breast looked so soft and touchable, her nipples hard in the cool bathroom air just waiting for a tongue to warm them. She knew she was having an effect on me and was enjoying every second of it despite the danger. She tweaked both her nipples with her fingers right in front of my face, licking her lips as she looked intensely into my eyes.

"That sounds good, I'll see you out there, if you make it out," Nick said as he left not realizing the irony of his last statement.

Immediately I lifted Sarah off of my lap, "You dirty bitch, get the fuck out."

"Don't get mad, you know you love it. Your hearts racing, your big thick cock is hard, you know you want to fuck me," insisted Sarah reaching for my crotch.

I pushed her hand away and rushed past her, "Don't ever do this again," I angrily warned unlocking the stall door and rushing out of the bathroom. I calmed myself as I left not wanting to cause a scene. I also realized that I needed to adjust the tent in my pants.

Luckily everybody was already in the waiting area. When I saw Jaime the first thought that came to mind was to tell her, but something held me back, "Its not the right time," I said to myself. I said nothing only giving her a look telling her I was ready to go. We said goodbye and as we were leaving I saw Sarah emerge in the group, giving Jaime and me a tiny wave like she was an innocent schoolgirl.

Shortly after that night I was forced to leave Jaime and return for my senior year of college, two hundred miles away from her warm bed. I thought about trying to transfer to a local school, but Jaime was adamant that we not let our relationship interfere with our individual futures. It may have been a rational argument, but it sounded like bullshit at that moment and we actually quarreled about it, I didn't realize how possessive I had become.

The first month we saw each other every weekend. I basically dropped out of the frat to which I had devoted my first three years. Part of that development was due to my fractured relationship with Nick, who was the president, but I mostly lost interest in partying, and I devoted all my energy during the week to finishing my work so I could have the weekends free. I even moved out of the house and into an apartment with a couple of non-frat friends I knew from various classes. I didn't completely drop out. I still enjoyed having a couple of beers and watching games with the brothers, but it wasn't my life as it had been before.

During the middle of the semester I started having to skip weekend visits to Jaime, my obligations were just too much, and as much as it would have shocked me before I left, my lungs worked without Jaime's assistance. One of these weekends one of my roommates Matt actually convinced me to take him to one of our parties. I hadn't been to a weekend event all year.

It was actually at one of the local bars, and I was having a good time until I saw Sarah there. Knowing Nick to be the idiot that he is, he allowed Sarah to wear a really revealing and extremely sexy tube top and a tight short skirt, which put on full display the curves of Sarah's luscious body. Even though everyone knew she was Nick's girl no one averted their gaze as she strayed from his side to playfully flirt and dance with guys around the bar. She had always been really prissy and stuck up at frat parties she attended before, a beautiful object Nick proudly showcased to everyone else, but now to his irritation she was using all her talent to capture the attention of everyone in the bar. I quickly found a corner to hide, but before long I felt a tap on my shoulder as I talked to some of my closer friends.

"Aren't you going to say hi?" questioned Sarah from behind.

I reluctantly turned to face her, not wanting anyone else there to notice any thing strange in our relationship, "Hey Sarah, how are you doing?" I blandly greeted her.

"I'm doing good now that I've seen you here," she replied throwing her arms around me and fully hugging her warm body against my own, allowing it to linger in my light embrace until I awkwardly disengaged. I looked over at Nick who immediately nodded in my direction with a serious almost angry look on his face.

I opted for the friendly, but cold approach asking Sarah about school and work, even about the weather up north.

"You should know, I thought you spent every weekend up North with Maria," pleasantly answered Sarah. I was hoping my two friends would leave so I could cut the act, but Sarah did enough to keep them put, mostly by repeatedly adjusting her top. She also placed a hand possessively on my back to my utter discomfort.

She was really pouring on the fake charm when Nick finally came up to us, "We're leaving Sarah," he curtly ordered.

"Okay bye," Sarah replied not removing her hand from my now sweating back.

"That's cute," he answered back physically tightly clutching her arm and slowly dragging her away from me, saying nothing to me not even glancing in my direction.

"Owww, Nick let go of me," Sarah cried out intensifying the tension around the already noticeable scene.

Nick let go of her arm, but quickly put his hand around her waist and forcefully steered her out of the bar.

I only stayed long enough afterwards to make sure I didn't see them, leaving Matt at the bar.

In the steady rain I got home a little after midnight. Around one I heard a knock on our front door. Thinking it was Matt I opened the door to find Sarah in tears. "Please Marcus let me come in, I know I've been wrong, and you probably hate me, but I have no where to go and Nick just hit me, and I have nowhere to go," sobbed Sarah through her tears.

Despite my anger with her I let her in, especially after hearing the part about Nick hitting her, I could see the imprint of his hand on her cheek from where he obviously slapped her. She was a mess; her mascara was running down her face with her tears, her hair was dripping wet, as were the rest of her skimpy clothes. She was shivering in the cold hugging her own arms with her high heels dangling in her hand as she stood barefoot, the picture of a damsel in distress.

I quickly gave her one of my sweatshirts as she sat sobbing on my couch. She gratefully took it and put it on as she began telling me what happened, how they had started fighting immediately after they left, how she had told him that she was tired of him, that she couldn't believe she spent four years with him, and how he slapped her and kicked her out of his place. Not knowing where to go she had remembered that Emily had said I had moved a couple of blocks down from the house and she had walked from apartment building to apartment building until she found my name. By the end of her story she had regained composure, no longer crying, although looking completely miserable.

I comforted her as much as possible while avoiding any physical contact, keeping myself busy preparing coffee and fetching her tissues.

"I know you don't want me here, but please let me sleep on your couch, I won't bother you, and I'll move my flight up in the morning, I have no where else to go."

I hesitated, but one look at those pleading green eyes and I melted, even smiling warmly as I said, "Of course you can stay, let me get you some blankets, if there's anything you need just let me know," I reassured her any thought of possible danger eliminated by my own sense of chivalry.

"Thank you so much, I'll be gone as soon as possible in the morning," she earnestly thanked me, "Do you mind if I take a warm shower?"

"No problem."

"Oh, and can I borrow some of your clothes to sleep in, I can't really sleep in these, just some shorts and this sweatshirt would be fine," she meekly asked.

"Of course you can," I replied fully enthralled in my knightly role.

Right when I heard Sarah leave my bathroom after her shower I heard another knock on my door. It was a little past two so when I opened the door I expected to see a belligerent roommate, but was again surprised to find Nick and one of the brothers who I really despised, Drew, at my door.

"Is Sarah here?" angrily questioned Matt, completely enraged, with Drew, a pretty big guy who had always had a beef with me, looking like he was expecting and hoping for some trouble.

"She is, but I'm not going to let you see her," I answered with resolve.

"Marcus, get the fuck out of my way and let me see my girlfriend," ordered Nick as he stepped up closely to me blocking his entrance.

"Go away Nick, I don't ever want to see you again," yelled Sarah from the door of my room only inflaming the situation.

"What the fuck are you doing here Sarah? You here to fuck him again?" Nick yelled pressing against me to yell at Sarah.

"Get the fuck out of the way Marcus," added Drew.

"Move back, you're not getting in," I barked back.

"Fuck you Marcus, you think I'm going to let you have my girlfriend," spit Nick into my face turning his attention back towards me.

"Get out of the way," repeated Drew as he pushed on the door, which I was trying to keep at least half way shut. The door swung open causing me to panic and push my hands against Nick's advancing chest, "let him in Marcus," ordered Drew who pushed me violently with one arm.

I was shoved backwards before quickly moving forward to regain my ground and my hold on Nick who was trying to get around me. Suddenly I felt a strong blow to the side of my head stunning me and causing me to stumble backwards and lose my grip of Nick. Sarah immediately shrieked out in alarm as everything broke out into chaos.

I forgot about Nick and dodged another wild swing by Drew. I threw my body fully into his linebacker frame shoving him strongly against the wall. Adrenaline fully pumping I wrestled him to the ground. Straddling him I was able to sloppily hammer a heavy right fist into his face. I quickly repeated this action landing a cleaner blow to his nose that I could feel crunch on contact. I was thrown from top of Drew by Nick who tackled me all while Sarah screamed, "Stop it!" over and over.