It doesn’t matter

You thought is interrupted by a panicked Chelsea. “OhmygodimsorryIsabelbutireallyneedyourhelpivelostStacey”

“Chelsea, calm down and breathe it’s just a party I'm sure she’s around she might have found herself a nice guy to spend some time with, it will be fine.” You try to not give away that she is interrupting something right now.

“No you don’t understand, she’s in a relationship and I'm supposed to be looking after her and we both know how she gets so I don’t want her to do something she’ll regret. So pleeeeeaaaaase can you help.”

“Ugh…. Fine. Sorry Ellen.”

You spot a brief look of frustration in her eyes before her expression smooths out. “Oh no worries. Come visit me at work this weekend, I’ll help you with that bet thing you were talking about.”

“Yes, definitely. I’ll see you soon.” You watch her blow you a kiss as you are dragged away by a panicking Chelsea.

“Alright Chelsea, focus, where was she last?”

“Well we were talking to the basketball team like 20 minutes ago, but I don’t know where she went after that.”

“Ugh, Rone and his boys, we will be lucky if they aren’t running a train on her as we speak.”

She looks mortified at the thought “I’d be the worst best friend ever….”

“My god, just sit there and I’ll go and find her.” You stress through gritted teeth as frustration gets the better of you.

“Fuck me Chelsea if I find her just chatting to someone around here, I'm going to hold you down and... don’t continue that thought. Fucking cockblocked, hmmm maybe that’s not the right term… Clamjammed?” You think angrily as you stalk around the outside of the house wincing every so often as your pussy sends you a reminder that it’s still sore.

After a few minutes of looking you realise she’s not outside. If she was on her way to getting railed they would have likely moved inside towards a bedroom by now. You walk in the door and quickly check a few rooms before noticing her with Tyrone and two other tall, black basketballers standing next to some stairs.

“Oh shit girl my pussy soreness is gonna be nothing compared to yours if you walk up those stairs right now.” You think as you move closer and overhear Stacey.

“You mean you have a tropical fish aquarium in your room Tyrone, oh my god-”

You cringe as its painfully obvious that she is seconds away from walking up the stairs. You know those boys are going to be real mad if you head up there and take your friend away and as someone who just got clamjammed you aren’t about inflicting that on other people. That’s when you saw her.