Sarah's Sadistic Scheme: Send-off

Sarah didn't know how long she had lain down for. She had noticed Tom get up to remove his now thoroughly used condom, and she had felt the bed sag as he had returned, but after that she had had no concept of time. In a pleasant daze, she had simply dozed with her head on Miranda's soft breast and her shoulder leant on Matt, haphazardly strewn across them like she was a ragged blanket.

Only when she felt someone slip out from under her and the bed shift as a result did she open her hazy eyes again, glancing up to see Matt getting to his feet as quietly as possible. He was halfway to the door, bare feet padding quietly across her soft carpet, by the time Sarah raised her head and cleared her throat enough to speak.

"Going somewhere, Matt?" She asked, her voice creaking unexpectedly. Apparently, screaming in orgasmic bliss was bad for one's throat.

Matt jumped at her words, his head jerkily turning to look at her over his shoulder. "Y-yeah, I was just a-about to head out."

"Do you not want to stay?" Sarah grinned, "the four of us could have so much more fun together."

Behind her, Tom chuckled, and Miranda cuddled up closer to him. The two of them were lay together, with Miranda's head on his chest even as Sarah rested across Miranda's stomach, like they were a confusing arrangement of Jenga pieces.

"N-no, I don't," Matt shook his head, a deep blush appearing in his cheeks and a look of alarm filling his eyes. Sarah couldn't help but widen her grin at the sight. He reminded her of a trained dog, who now balked at the prospect of hopping on the sofa after being sprayed one too many times with the bottle. What he said next, however, made the grin fall from her face.

"Y-you're just too weird for me," he stated, grabbing the two broken halves of his glasses from the floor before turning his back on her and hurrying out.

For a long moment, Sarah just stared after him, her face slowly falling while her brow twitched in indignation. The long term thorn in her side was gone, and from the way he scurried off with his tiny tail between his legs it was clear he wasn't about to come back, but Sarah couldn't revel in her victory at all. The only thing she could think about were his parting words.

"Too weird."

The dorkiest of the dork trio, the least cool of the uncool, had just called her weird. Even though she had fought so hard to make him leave, part of her wanted to charge after him, grab him by his little cock, and drag him back to her bedroom to teach him some manners. The she would show him to respect his betters.

Only the sound of more laughter from behind her was able to drag her out of her spiraling thoughts of ****. Both Miranda and Tom were snickering at how she had frozen in place, and when she turned to face them and revealed the uncharacteristic blush in her cheeks, their cackling only got worse.

"Wh-what are you two laughing at?" She stuttered, her blush deepening as she balled her hands into fists in the bed sheets.

"Nothing, weirdo," Miranda laughed, forcing a begrudging smile on to her friend's face.

"Weirdo? I'll show you a weirdo," Sarah finally laughed, "come here!"

With that, she launched herself at the two of them, putting a stop to their teasing laughter by kissing them both. Even as the two of them kissed her back, pampering both sides of her neck with their lips, Sarah found her mind wandering back to Matt. Maybe she would track him down tomorrow and make him take it back, go to one of his lectures before it started, or even find his dorm room to corner him.

She felt like she'd do anything to convince him that she wasn't weird.

Meanwhile, Matt made his way downstairs, coming to a halt at the door to the living room. The sound of movement from within made Matt hesitate at the entrance, one hand resting on the door's knob. If John and Nicole were still going at it then he didn't want to walk in on them and embarrass them again, and after the terms they had parted on last time, he wasn't too sure about facing them again at all.

Rather than throwing the door wide open and potentially getting another indelible eyeful of his friend's fucking, he decided to be his usual cautious self, and rapped his knuckles politely against the door. Instantly, the sound from within stopped and he worried that he had interrupted them having sex, until Nicole answered in her normal tone of voice.

"Come in."

Sheepishly, Matt creaked the door open, leaning his head around it to see that John and Nicole were fully clothed again. They were sat very close together on the couch now, but there was nothing more sexual going on than brushing shoulders. All three of them blushed upon seeing each other, a wave of pink that crossed the bridge of Nicole's nose, flooded John's hammy jowls, and gave some much needed color to Matt's pale tone.

"H-hey," Matt said, still only leaning his head around the door.

"Hey," they both answered.

A long moment of silence followed, uneasy tension palpable in the air, until John spoke again.

"Sorry for laughing at you, mate," he muttered, shamefully glancing down at his shoes.

"Yes, that was completely out of line from the both of us," Nicole added, looking at him with teary eyes.

"I-it's alright," Matt shrugged, "S-sorry for making you. . . w-well, you know." At just the prospect of talking about his friend's having sex, he cringed and looked away, glancing aorund the corners of the room like he was counting cobwebs.

"I think that worked out for the best in the end," John shrugged, while Nicole rested her head on his shoulder.

"All's well that ends well, in the words of the Bard," she added, smiling sweetly at John before turning to look back at Matt. "Why don't you come in already, I want to give you a hug!" Nicole got to her feet as she spoke, spreading her arms wide. In that position, it was clear that a couple of buttons had been completely torn from her blouse, so now it hung open in the middle, creating a small window of pale cleavage.

His friend's tits weren't the reason Matt blushed, however.

"Err, I w-would but, I'm still naked," he explained, his eyes going from Nicole to scanning the room for his discarded clothes.

"Oh, of course," Nicole exclaimed, covering her mouth quickly before turning around and grabbing something off the couch. She had rolled her skirt back down again, so the action didn't risk flashing anyone how it would have done earlier. Straightening back up, she had his clothes in a neatly folded, albeit slightly crumpled, pile.

"When me and John. . . finished, we were unsure if you guys were going to return or not, so I decided to tidy up while we waited," she explained, carrying his clothes over to him. For the final step, she averted her gaze, looking over her shoulder to avoid seeing any more of Matt as she handed him back his clothes.

Matt took them with a "thank you," before stepping out into the hall to redress. There was a notable wet patch in the center of his boxers due to his earlier precum, but besides that, everything seemed to be in order. Once he had redone most of the buttons of his shirt, he returned back to the living room, actually stepping in to it this time.

"So, did you and Sarah. . . ?" John asked, not finishing his sentence but his eyes behind his glasses implied his meaning strong enough for Matt to understand.

Matt shook his head. "I-I think you were right, Nicole. She's really not the one for me."

"Hah, Nicole's always right," John laughed, smiling proudly at the blonde nerd sat close beside him.

"I'm not always right," Nicole blushed humbly, "I'm just statistically more correct on average than most people."

"More right than either of us," Matt commented, "I'm just glad that I only gave Sarah a n-necklace."

The three of them sat quietly for a moment, a comfortable silence filling the room like nothing had changed between them for the worse after all, despite the best efforts of some at the Afterparty.

"I take it the game is over then?" Nicole asked Matt, nudging the now righted hat on the table.

"If it's not, I'm d-done playing," Matt muttered.
"Me too," John added.

"My sentiments exactly," Nicole thirded, happily hopping to her feet.

In universal agreement, they began to head to the door, all silently wondering if they might have been better off just leaving hours earlier with the main bulk of the revelers.

"Hey, it's not that late," John said as he checked his watch, "I might be able to get some grinding in before bed."

"Yeah, and I suppose I could always do with some more studying. Something to help settle my nerves," Nicole added as she tilted her head to check his watch too.

"What about you, Matt? Wanna hop online when you get in?" John asked, but Matt just shook his head again.

"Nah, I. . . I think I just need some sleep," Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Say, John," Nicole traced a finger around on his substantial chest, "is there any chance I could. . . come study at your place?"

"My place? But you wouldn't have any of your books or-" John began to answer, cutting himself off as he realized what she was implying. "Oh, OH. Yeah, sure." A goofy smile appeared on his face as Nicole leant more heavily against them. At the end of Sarah's drive, they said their goodbyes, leaving the Afterparty, but not the lessons they'd learnt there, behind them.

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