A growl of frustration and the vicious slamming of her bedroom door were great indications of the kind of day Sarah was having. A few short minutes before she had been reclined in her favorite chair on the loft above her families living room, watching a movie. Having a movie interrupted isn't the end of the world for most people, but she had been watching a movie in which she was the star. She and an old boyfriend had knocked back a few drinks, just enough to loosen some inhibitions but they still knew what they were doing. They'd had a video camera, they were alone, one fun night later they had a video tape that never failed to harden something on whoever watched it. Feeling lonely she had popped in the tape, and let her hands wander. no longer focused on the movie or anything for that matter, lips parted as she panted for desperately needed air, she was wearing nothing but a silk shirt stolen from an old button.. She had left the shirt on, familiar with the sensation of her dark, hard nipples rubbing against the smooth fabric with every breath. With one hand clenched around the arm of the chair and the other rubbing furiously between her spread thighs. She was so close, thumb and middle finger spreading open the lips of her recently shaved pussy, while the tip of her index finger furiously teased her clit.
The slam of a door and the noise only a loud group of immature teenage boys can make on their way in caused her to bolt upright, and sneak into her room before they found their way into the living room. Had they looked up as she walked across the loft to her room they'd have been able to see almost straight up the long shirt she was still wearing, and while she wouldn't have minded flashing his friends, her brother would've ran to her parents with what she had done. So with a growl of frustration and a vicious slam of her door she stormed into her bedroom and fell backwards onto her bed. Normally she'd lock the door and quickly try to catch up to where she had been, but with the noise they were sill making downstairs she was just no longer in the mood.
"Another day ruined by that idiot and his damn friends," she sighed to herself. She had nothing planned for the night, all her friends working or busy with other responsibilities. She had never had to work, being spoiled beyond belief by her parents, she was a medical student off for a semester, and normally she'd be living it up, but with her friends all busy and her being just recently single, she was up a certain creek without a paddle.
Her bored and frustrated musings were interrupted by the ringing of the phone. She reached to answer it, not realizing that downstairs her brother was answering on another phone. She heard him say hello before she could say anything, and decided to listen in as a small spite to her brother who had ruined what was almost an explosive orgasm. A familiar voice muffled as though holding back tears was on the other end of the phone. It was her brother Roy's girlfriend and she was begging him to come see her because she "desperately needed to speak to him," at which Sarah rolled her eyes . When he agreed to go see her, Sarah decided to see if her house was once again safe and cracked her door to peer out over the loft. She was just in time to hear him tell his friends that his girl was acting like a stupid bitch, a remark which left her mouth agape as her opinion of her brother was drastically lowered, and that he had to go shut her up. They grumbled and started to leave, but he stopped them and told them to wait there for him as he wouldn't be gone long. She sighed realizing her peace wouldn't be restored by this sudden turn of events, and without thinking slammed her door again, resigning herself to her room. A few minutes later, she was in a fitful doze, still wearing nothing but the shirt.
"Uh...uh...uh...uh...uh, more, oh," Those were the sounds that woke her from her doze. She didn't quite register what she was hearing at first, but when those soft grunts were suddenly joined by a cry of "Oh god, Sarah," she was up in a flash and pressed against her door listening to sounds that were unmistakably she and her ex on her favorite tape. Flinging open her bedroom door, she walked onto the loft to see her brother's friends Justin and Jay were glued to the television, staring at the tape she had, in her haste, left in the VCR. They were so engrossed with the tape that they hadn't even noticed her leave her room until a startled shriek of "What the fuck are you guys doing using my stuff, get the fuck out of here!"
Justin, sitting in her favorite chair, fumbled the remote panicking and trying to stop the tape, realizing he was busted. Jay however didn't give a shit and hopped up to steal the remote from him. He cranked the volume and dropped back onto the love seat.
"Shut up, your little skanky ass is the one who left the tape in the VCR for the world to see, now we're going to enjoy the show." He smirked at her and went right back to watching the tape, acting like she wasn't even there. She went straight for the VCR, but as she reached to hit the power button, Jay leaned up and yanked her back by the arm. Not expecting things to get physical, Sarah collapsed back onto the love seat, with one leg hooked across Jay's lap. Unfortunately for her, landing this way caused the shirt she hadn't realized was the only thing she was still wearing to rise up around her hips.
"Look the little slut isn't wearing anything, getting ready to make another video?" he smirked, and leaned forward to get a better look.
Struggling to get up from her awkward position, she suddenly collapsed back giggling uncontrollably. Jay, having been at the house quite often knew she was dangerously ticklish, having seen her pass out once during a party when someone had tickled her for a mere 30 seconds, had run the tips of his fingers along the inside of her thigh. He hooked his leg over hers to keep her from wriggling free, and started frantically tickling up her thigh and along her hip. Breathlessly she tried to tell him to let her go, but she couldn't find enough air between giggles to form coherent words. Trying to writhe free just drove him on. In her struggles his hand brushed further up her thigh than it had before. He gave a low laugh and said "What a little slut, she's soaked and I've barely touched her." She blushed with shame but always having been a more submissive person, getting pinned down and tickled has never failed to excite her, not to mention the extra sensation of the shirt caressing everything it covered with her writhing.
