Yes, you both barely escape.

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn!” You frantically think realizing you have only seconds to act before David and Saul come in. Though you don't want to deal with their ribbing, you're much more concerned about Sandra's honor. Rejecting locking the door you scoop up the 5'4” sophomore into your arms and grab the candle. Carrying the nearly comatose cleric quickly to the bathroom you cannot help but notice how alluring her hairs smells as she instinctively snuggles into your chest.

Placing Sandra on the floor. You quickly mutter “forgive me” and peal and brush off the wax from her exposed cleavage. This causes the buxom brunette to murmur and squirm about in pleasure, though unfortunately you have no time for such fun. Pulling her shirt down you again say “sorry” and throw the remaining wax over her shirt, which causes her to groan with much statisfication.

“Shhh.” You try to silence the still aroused librarian science major.

Throwing down to the floor the magazines that were near the candle's original resting place you then drop the candle over them, making it look like Sandra accidentally knocked them over.

Deciding there is little to do about the her large cum stain you leave it. Saying, “I will stall them as long as I can, tell them you're sick or something.”

Twisted the door knob, you lock Sandra inside the bathroom just as you hear David and Saul enter.

“Damn it smells in here.” You hear David's voice. “Stephen where the hell are you? And where is Sandra?”

“I'm down here.” You knock on the bathroom door. “Are you okay?”

“What's wrong?” Saul asks as both of your friends approach.

“Sandra got sick, she's been in the bathroom for a while now.” You lie. You knock again on the door.

“Should we call the paramedics?” Saul asks.

“I don't think so.” You reply. She said its her stomach.

“I'm okay, I just need some time.” You hear Sandra weakly say from behind the door.

Looking at each other, you and your two guy friends quickly leave the hallway, not wanting to ponder further the mysteries of feminine hygiene. When Brian and Vivian arrive, Sandra's roommate, of course, immediately goes into the bathroom. When she emerges Vivian asks you to get rid of the other guys, since Sandra has had some “stomach issues.” Saul and David readily accept that the gaming session is done for the night and leave, while Brian waits in the car as per Vivian's commands. Vivian then asks if Sandra could borrow a pair of sweat-pants, since she had an "accident." Also, she made a bit of mess of your bathroom, because her roommate is a klutz.

Agreeing to all of Vivian's request she thanks you for being such a good friend and not being like those “perverts” David and Saul. Giving a friendly nod you go into your bedroom to let the girls exit in private.

When you hear them leave you exclaim, “What the hell just happened?!” You're pleased with your cover up, though you feel a bit guilty lying to your friends, but now you're completely perplexed about Sandra. The conservative Jewish girl you have the hots for has turned out to be a total freak. Which you think is a good thing, maybe? You also wonder if you're the first person in history to have cyber ERP sex live during a gaming session. It's also strange how ERP "sex" with Sandra was much more intense than any real sex you have had with your ex-friendships.

Flopping back on your bed you stare at the ceiling and contemplate the meaning of the night.