Sara leads you to her bedroom.

It is obvious that your other two roommates did not close their bedroom door because you can hear a loud moan from down the hallway.

"There they go again. I swear that do that to spite me," Sara mutters, gulping the rest of the wine in her glass. "I need to get laid."

You look nervously away when she looks at you like a hungry predator stalking its prey. She puts her wine glass down before walking over to you. You try to cover up your granite-hard erection that is trying to burst out of your jeans with a pillow but Sara already noticed it. She holds out her hand to you.

"Where are we going?" you ask, reluctantly standing and taking her hand.

"My bedroom," she answers matter-of-factly.

"Why?" you ask. You may be both intoxicated but you are cognitive enough to know there may be awkwardness and regret the next morning if she intends to carry out her carnal desires with you.

"We both need to get laid," Sara replies, tugging you away from the chair.

"But..."

She stops and turns to stare at you with determination in her beautiful green eyes. "You have nothing to worry about, Mark. You are not taking advantage of me because I'm drunk. I want this. No, I need this and I think you need this too because what your ex did to you."

You nod.

"Besides, we've known each other for years so it's not like a one night stand with a stranger you met in a bar," she laughs as she leads you down the hall, where the moans get louder and louder as you approach her bedroom. But before she takes you into her room, the two of you stop at the partially open door to the master bedroom and you both curiously peek in. You stand behind Sara, getting a whiff of her recently washed hair that smells of fresh strawberries, and you both lean to the side to stare through the door. Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets at the sight of Alice lying back on the king size wrought iron bed, with Jen on top of her, each one busy slurping away at her lover's snatch. Jen stop for a moment and looks up towards the door. Seeing you two, she gives a mischievous wink and a smile before continuing munching on the brunette's pussy.

Sara lets out a barely audible gasp of surprise after being caught and she pulls you into her bedroom, shutting the door behind you. "Oh my God!"

"She saw us," you whisper.

Then the moaning stopped. You wonder if it is because Jen caught you watching.

"I think she wanted us to see. That's why the door was left open," Sara replies. "She's a flirt and an exhibitionist!"

You both stand still and listen intently for any footsteps or door slamming but instead you hear a buzzing sound followed by a cry.

"Ooooh fuck," Alice groans.

You look over at Sara and she has flung off her clothes before hopping on her queen-size bed. She parts her slender thighs and slips two fingers into her drenching wet, shaven snatch. She senses your stare and looks at you with lust in her eyes, "Fuck me, Mark."

You hesitate for a moment, thinking of the consequences but in the end you realize are both drunk and horny, before ripping your clothes off and jumping on the bed.