Saturday mornings felt like being wrapped up in a warm, snuggly blanket on an icy cold winter's night. They are the sanctuary for the weekday weary, and for Sarah it meant she could rouse from her 'slumber of the dead' a couple of hours later than usual. It was a lovely feeling, being relaxed and totally at peace with the world. She stretched out her tired, weary limbs under the big soft duvet and smiled; it felt like floating on a fluffy white cloud. Five days of the week, the pressures of academia sucked the life from her body, until she would finally collapse from mental exhaustion each Friday evening. Saturday morning was like being born again, in theory anyway.
With a reluctant sigh, Sarah shuffled out of bed naked, navigated her way across the laundry strewn floor of her room, and slipped into the bath robe which she found slung over the back of a chair near the door. With all of the grace and poise of an alcoholic with an inner ear infection, she managed to stumble down the stairs without breaking her neck. Magazines and shoes littered each step in a veritable death trap of student crap.
She weaved between the front tyre of a bicycle and the edge of a door frame with a practiced spin, then trudged her way into the kitchen. The tiles were cold on her bare feet, and the blinding light of a beautiful morning flooded in through the windows stinging her eyes. As she sleepily shuffled over to the refrigerator, Sarah saw pinned to the front of it a note. She removed the flesh-coloured magnet resembling a pair of boobs, and read the scrap of paper through squinted eyes.
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Hi guys! Mike and I have gone to his parents' place for the weekend. Last minute thing. Back on Sunday night. Smooch! S&M. x
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Sarah had moved into the house fours months earlier when she'd started university. The thought of sharing a place with three other students was at the time, much more appealing than that of being cooped up in a dingy little dorm room. Sally and Mike were an item; it made her laugh that she signed off all of her notes with 'S & M'. Sarah was sure that the humour of that small quirk escaped Sally. What made it doubly funny was the fact that every single night without fail, Mike and Sally fucked like two bunny rabbits on an ecstasy trip. Sarah couldn't count the number of times she'd stuffed her head under a pillow, desperately trying to drown out the noise of Sally getting pounded into the mattress in their room upstairs.
As if having to listen to every moan, groan and squeal wasn't enough, Sally also liked to boast about her sexual adventures as well. On one occasion the boys had been in the kitchen putting some lunch together, when she had casually slid up to Sarah on the sofa and started to conspiratorially whisper girly secrets. Sarah now knew everything about Sally and Mike's love life: their passion for anal sex, what Mike's cum tasted like, and how much he loved it when she squeezed his balls whilst giving him head.
Having to start university whilst still a virgin was a point embarrassment for Sarah. All of her friends had 'done the deed' in college, but the opportunity had never presented itself for her. Now she felt somewhat of a recluse in that regard. After hearing some of Sally's sexual exploits, she'd never be able to admit her own sexual status to anyone.
The scrunched up note flew through the air and bounced off the overflowing garbage bin and onto the floor. She reached into the fridge, took out a carton of orange juice and started to pour two tall glasses. Dominic was her other housemate. He was a second year fitness management student and truth be told, a great looking guy. A bit of a ladies' man from what she'd gathered; the last girl he'd brought back for sex had sounded like she'd been moaning the theme from 'Titanic' whilst he'd been fucking her. The walls were paper thin and at times it drove her insane. Dom was a very friendly and engaging guy, which was probably why she had such a crush on him. It was his confidence and charisma which fuelled her interest most, confidence is so fucking sexy.
Sarah carried one of the glasses back up the assault course and knocked quietly on Dominic's bedroom door.
"Dom, you up?" she asked through the door. There was no immediate response to her question but she could hear him moving around in there. "Do you want a glass of OJ?"
"Yes!" came his enthusiastic reply.
Sarah opened his door, took a couple of steps inside and froze on the spot. Sprawled out on the bed was a sight which made her knees go all wibbly-wobbly. She felt a sudden lightheadedness as she took in the scene in front of her; Dominic was completely naked and vigorously pleasuring himself. His nude, muscular body writhed and tensed as he moaned and groaned his way closer to an orgasm. Sarah's eyes rose and fell like bouncy balls as they followed the metronomic motion of his clenched fist. It was gliding up and down along his long, hard cock in a practised flow that made her mouth go dry. She marvelled at how gorgeous it looked; it was slick and glossy, and made a 'shlick' sound with each pass of his hand like he'd used something to lube it up.
"Oh yeah. Fuck," he moaned to himself.
Realising her predicament, Sarah started to sneak backwards out of the room without him noticing. If it weren't for a power lead lying discarded on the floor next to the door, she might just have managed a covert retreat. The most intense pain shot up her leg as she brought her bare foot down onto the dull metal prongs of an electrical plug.
"Shit!" she cried out, as she hobbled trying to stay upright. Sarah regretted it immediately. When she realised what she had just done, she raised her head and glanced slowly over towards the bed. Dominic had stopped what he was doing and lay perfectly still, cock in hand. He was staring at her as she precariously balanced on one leg, orange juice dripping from her left hand where she'd spilt some of it from the glass.
"Good morning," he greeted her disarmingly.
"Dom, I'm so sorry," mumbled Sarah. "I didn't realise you were... I'm such an idiot!"
"Sarah, relax," he replied softly. He sat up, swung his legs off the bed, and slipped on a pair of baggy cotton shorts from the floor. "No harm done."
She bit her bottom lip out of embarrassment as he walked over to her. He was still sporting an impressive erection under his loose fitting shorts, which were obscenely tented at the front.
"Here, let me take that," he said, as he took the wet glass from her hand and placed it on his bedside table. "How's your foot? I'm sorry about the cable, I've been meaning to have a tidy-up in here."
"S'okay," she replied quietly.
"Let me take look." Dominic hooked her arm at the elbow and helped her hobble across to sit on his bed. Sarah was blushing furiously about the whole situation, she felt like such a goof. As she plonked herself down unceremoniously onto the edge of the bed, she lifted her right leg up onto the mattress. With a gentle touch, he lifted her leg and looked at the sole of her foot closely.
Sarah took the opportunity to have a bit of a nosey look around Dom's room, she'd never actually been in there before. The shaggy, faded-red carpet was littered with magazines and boxer shorts, and the walls were plastered with posters of metal bands and topless blonde models with huge breasts. On his shelf sat a lava lamp, some DVD cases and a selection of thick anatomy text books. 'Nothing exciting there,' she thought to herself. As she glanced across to his bedside table, she swallowed and quickly looked away lest he notice her looking. On it, stood next to the glass of orange juice she'd just brought up for him, was a half empty bottle of baby oil.
