Feeling the heat

I spent dinner time quietly going over what just happened in my head. Sarah and Guy talked about school and their other friends, but I didn't contribute anything more than a nod of the head or an acknowledging grunt.

I couldn't stop replaying the scene in my mind. Imagining things that weren't there. When Guy had been 'testing' the panties... his hands, his mouth so close to her. Closer than I'd ever been...

Had I heard a soft, wet noise as I stood with my back to him? The sound of a zipper ever so slowly being pulled down? The faintest hint of Sarah's muffled moans, stifled by Guy's hand that gripped onto her mouth? Had I heard the creaking of the bed? A slow, wet repetitive Plap, plap, plaping that built in speed and ended with **** and mind numbing cries of joy?

No. I hadn't heard anything like that. Hadn't seen it. Hadn't smelled it.

So why did it feel so real? Why couldn't I get those phantom sounds out of my head?

"Finished Liam? You barely touched your food?" Sarah's bright face looked at me with concern.

She sat across from me at the table. Guy sitting beside her. One of his hands leaning on the table, holding his phone up while he idly scrolled. But the other hand he kept under the table. Resting on his leg or inside his pockets maybe...

Or maybe he had it holding onto Sarah's thighs. His fingers digging into her supple skin, dirtying her pure flawlessness. She was only wearing her top now. No pants to get in his way, not even her panties to block him.

How far down her legs might his fingers explore? Was she keeping them tightly shut, telling him ohh under her breath as he continued groping her? Or did she spread her legs wide open at the faintest touch? Enticing him to come take her however he wanted, his hands-

"Liam?" Sarah asked again. Standing up and walking over to me. "Are you okay? You look a little flushed."

"I.. I'm fine really." I told her. Not sure if it was the truth or not. These were bad, terrible thoughts to be having. It made me sick to the stomach just thinking about it, but some sick part of me couldn't stop myself.

"Look at you! You're all red." Sarah leaned all the way forward on the table. Bending over it so she could reach me, and take my temperature with the back of her palm. “You keep working those long hours. You need to take better care of yourself!”

It was the sort of kind gesture that normally made my heart swell for her, but right now it just stirred up other emotions. From across the table I saw Guy's eyes flick off of his phone, staring right at Sarah's ass.

He wasn't staring at her straight on, but I knew from earlier how high up her shirt rode up when she bent over. The perv would be getting a great view of her ass, but he wouldn’t be able to see anything more.That was… that was good.

"I'm just a little warm is all." I pulled back. Trying to get Sarah to stand back up.

The plan backfired. Sarah choosing to lean even more forward to keep holding her hand to my forehead. Practically half her body was on the table now. Her knee raised up on it for stability, she'd be stretching herself open. Angled perfectly for Guy to see her.

"Stay still and let me examine you!" Sarah casually began examining me. Sounding like the perfect, clinical professional. All the while Guy’s eyes lit up. Watching my girlfriend unintentionally presenting herself like a wild animal that needed to be mounted.”You definitely feel a little hot, and your heart rate is increasing. Hmmmm.”

He had such lecherous eyes. His tongue sticking out and moving around as if he could taste her. Imagining running up to her right now and burying his face into her exposed holes. He watched her so ravenously, making only the barest effort to pretend he was still scrolling on his phone. He would be memorising every inch of her exposed body. No doubt using the remembered image of her to jerk off to later.

This was real. This wasn’t a dark part of my mind, it was happening in front of me. And yet, instead of anger and rage, I only felt more flushed. Felt the chills creep through my body and the erratic thump thump thumping of my heart. Cold sweats beading down my forehead. This arrogant jerk was staring right at her and I couldn’t bring myself to say a word about it.

"Guy, could you bring me our thermometer? It's in the basket under the sink." Sarah told him while doting on me. Running down a full check of my physically like this was a test in her nursing class. Too deep in thought to notice how she was positioned. Muttering to herself observations about me, lost to the world around her.

Guy left his phone behind and started rubbing through our stuff. Making a mess while he grabbed her what she wanted. Taking his time to find it will constantly flicking his head back. Mouth dripping as he took in this new angle. Getting a closer and more full view of her ass.

I could have said something. Should have. But... but she was so focused on me. Working so diligently at her passion. Doing her best to take care of me. I... I didn't want to break that concentration... yeah...

"So which hole do you want it in babe?" Guy walked up beside her and slapped her ass. Grinning hard as he stared down at me.

"Ouch! It goes in the mouth silly!" Sarah took the thermometer from him and finally slipped off of the table. Pulling up a chair to sit beside me as she took my temperature.

So casually she'd responded to the slap of her ass. Was this a regular thing? Something he'd convinced her normal friends do? Did... did all the guys in her class treat her this way? Or was she too focused, too in the zone to notice the touch really? Not registering it as something inappropriate, or giving it a second thought. Maybe… she didn’t seem to notice the position she was in before…

“I think you need to lie down Liam.” Sarah frowned as she read the thermometer. “You’re not running a fever yet, but you’re definitely getting hot. Go get into bed and I’ll bring you some stuff to make you feel all better!” She leaned in to give me a peck on the lips. Giving me a giggly smile.

It was strangely domestic, given everything else that was happening. Sarah’s first chance to use her training on me, to nurse me back to health while I was sick. It was the kind of thing we’d been dreaming about for years. A simple thing to dream about, but something so comforting to have. To have someone who loves you take care of you while you are sick.

Only… was I really sick? I was feeling strange, tense, clammy and hot. Maybe this was some infection or virus, a large part of me wished it was. But a smaller part of me in the back of my mind still couldn’t get over the images of Guy staring at Sarah. The ones my mind conjured and the ones my eyes had seen. Guy staring at her… Slapping her ass…

Fuck. I really was starting to feel hot now. Wanted nothing more than to do as Sarah asked and get into bed. Letting her bring me hot tea, letting her wash my forehead, letting her care for me.

But that would mean getting into bed. Staying there. Leaving Sarah with Guy.

“Yeah. Go and get some rest dude.” Guy stood beside Sarah. Casually putting an arm around her.

“I’ll keep our Girlfriend company tonight.”