Flashback: Before the Party

For the first time in our story we will not be following Tim.

Instead we will be following the brainy blonde Sarah as she tries to convince her best friend Chloe to betray her boyfriend.

"Come on," Sarah said while mixing punch for the party tonight, "You know you want to do it." Sarah had been planting seeds in her best friends brain for some time now. She had slowly corrupted Chloe throughout her relationship with her boyfriend Tim, especially once Chloe started describing their sex life.

Chloe made it seem that Tim was the perfect lay, an absolute beast in bed, the greatest lover ever. When Sarah brought up the fact that Chloe had never been with anyone else Chloe just said, "He's the only one I need."

Sarah wanted a piece of that.

Still Chloe wasn't sure, "I don't know," Chloe was making Raspberry Fluff, "It sounds pretty ****."

"Look," Sarah said stopping Chloe, "You liked when I flirted with him for you, you liked when Haley and I teased him by making out, you've mentioned multiple times that the idea of him cheating on you makes you so horny you go weak at the knees." Chloe blushed and looked down at her shoes, only for Sarah to put a finger under her chin and point her head back up so that they were looking each other in the eyes, "So do you want me to fuck your boyfriend or not?"

"I do," Chloe said breathlessly. Chloe blinked as if surprised by her own admission, "but what if it freaks him out?" Chloe moved away from Sarah, "I really like him and I don't want to lose him."

"Why would it freak him out," Sarah said, "He's a guy, all guys want threesomes."

"No," Chloe said, "No it's not worth the risk of losing him," Chloe moved towards the door out of the sorority building, "look I'm sorry but I can't do this, I have to go."

Chloe walked out of the building pulling on a jacket that swallowed her, 'I bet that's Tim's jacket, lucky little whore,' Sarah tried not to think about the jealousy that tinged her thoughts. She had seen Tim and Chloe's relationship, they were cute together sure but she wasn't jealous. Sure Tim was the perfect catch and Sarah had developed a crush on him, but she was not jealous of Chloe. The thought alone was ridiculous.

Those are the first thoughts that passed through Sarah's mind as Chloe left. The second round of thoughts were that she needed to find some way to fix this. The third round of thoughts were mostly about denial, denial of her masturbation habits suddenly becoming centered on Tim, denial of her feelings towards Tim, and most importantly her denial of the permanent harm she was willing to do to her relationship with Chloe to fuck Tim.

Sarah pulled on a baseball cap and followed Chloe, from a discreet distance. Sarah had a pretty good idea where Chloe was going, she had followed Chloe there a few times already.

As the path winded Sarah split off from Chloe's path and pulled some binoculars out. She sat on a park bench that had a good view of the building Chloe was walking into and fixed her gaze on the room she knew Chloe was going to.

The building was Tim's, the room was his bedroom, luckily for Sarah the window had an excellent view of Tim's couch, which was as far as the couple got.

Sarah caught her breath as she watched Chloe jump into Tim's arms and tackle him into the couch, 'the little slut couldn't even wait until they made it to the bedroom.' This certified Sarah's position that the idea of other women fucking Tim did make Chloe horny. Sarah couldn't really blame her for that though as she felt heat build between her legs as Tim and Chloe quickly stripped and started fucking.

Chloe was riding Tim fast and hard, 'She didn't even give him the chance to put on a condom,' Sarah thought, 'maybe she's looking to get pregnant.'

Tim lifted Chloe up from the couch and carried her into the bedroom while still inside her. Sarah tried not to think on her disappointment as she lowered her binoculars.

"Birdwatching," Sarah heard a voice asking.

She jumped and looked to where she heard the voice, "what?"

Sarah immediately saw a familiar face. Jameson, local neighborhood **** dealer. He pointed at her binoculars, "Birdwatching," he asked again.

"Y-yeah," Sarah said.

"Cool," Jameson said awkwardly, "Look I'm gonna get straight to the point, I hear theirs a party at your sorority tonight, and I'm looking for an invite."

"So you can sell ruffies," Sarah said, "Yeah, not happening."

"I won't sell any ruffies," he said, "I don't even do that shit."

"Oh, Bullshit," Sarah half-shouted. She was about to rip into him before she had an idea. A beautifully twisted idea that can only really be made by the mind of a woman horny beyond sense.

"I tell you what," Sarah said, "I'll let you in."

Jameson blinked, he had been prepared for her to continue shouting, "For what?"

Sarah pulled out a notebook and wrote down a list of ****, "These are the only **** you are allowed to peddle at our party," she handed him the list, "If I hear you sold something that's not on that list I'll say you **** me and you'll get torn apart."

Jameson swallowed, "Is that all?"

"No," Sarah said, "I'm also taking your full supply of Rohypnol."