Sara’s Corruption 3

“Fuck…” Sara muttered, clutching Viv’s shirt tightly.

Sara’s face and fingers felt numb from the shock of getting caught spying on Felicity’s threesome. She was feeling so many things at the same time that she became paralyzed. She felt stupid for getting caught up in this situation. She felt scared of what might happen to her reputation, would they label her as a creeper or a pervert? She felt angry at Viv for dragging her into this and angry at herself for allowing it. She felt guilty, as if she’d done something terrible to Felicity; even though she barely knew Felicity, she seemed like a nice person. And most of all, she felt embarrassed. She felt deeply and utterly embarrassed.

“She saw us, didn’t she?” asked Sara, even though she knew the answer. “She saw us, Viv! What are we gonna do?”

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” Viv pushed Sara out of their hiding space, then dragged her by the arm. Sara allowed herself to be dragged along. Her mind was blank and she welcomed Viv being the one taking action.

Viv carefully opened the door, just wide enough to peek through. Sara was expecting the trio to be waiting outside for them, ready to confront them about their little voyeuristic feat.

“Ok, we’re clear,” muttered Viv. She dragged Sara along a lonely corridor. This particular storage room was located in a forgotten corner of the campus, which is precisely what made it such a good secret spot for Felicity and company to conduct their debauchery.

“Damn, Sara, you look like a corpse.”

“She saw us, Viv! She knows we were there creeping, watching the whole thing!”

“No she didn’t,” replied Viv with confidence. Sara wanted to believe her, but Viv was also looking agitated. She didn’t know what to think.

“Viv, she looked straight at us. She locked eyes with me!”

“She didn’t. You saw how dark the room was, we could barely see them and they were actually under some light. Besides, we were behind that big rack, remember? Anyone looking at it wouldn’t notice anything behind it.” This was a good point. The room was very dark, and the mesh that made the back-wall of the rack was pretty tightly knit. There was a chance of Felicity looking at it and seeing nothing but a dark old storage rack. But still… Sara had felt Felicity’s gaze.

“You always do this, you know? You overthink everything, worry yourself sick, and then nothing happens,” Viv reaffirmed her. “Two weeks from now, the only thing you’ll remember is that you saw Felicity-fucking-St. Claire getting stuffed like a turkey!” Viv laughed. This made Sara feel a little more at ease.

They walked in silence for a bit, stretching their legs and enjoying the fresh air, which felt amazing after being cramped in such a small space. Even though Sara was more relaxed, she remained pensive.

Suddenly, Sara brought both her hands to her forehead and exclaimed, “I can’t believe we just saw that!”

“I know, right?!”

“That was some hardcore shit, Viv. I mean, I didn’t think people really did that, you know? I thought that kind of thing only happened in porn.” Sara was still feeling shaken by what she’d seen. It didn’t feel real. She’d probably need a couple of days to properly process what she’d witnessed before her mind could really accept it.

“Well, you caught a specially spicy one. It doesn’t usually get that raunchy.”

“Wait. How many times have you spied on them, you freak?!” Sara asked with an incredulous smile, having regained some of her good spirits.

Viv laughed in response.

“Seriously!” insisted Sara, “How many?”

“Well,” Viv thought for a second, “counting this one that would be about… twelve… ish?”

“Tweeelve times?! How often do you lurk on them, you freaking Smeagol?”

Again, this made Viv chuckle, she was happy her friend had gotten over the scare and was back to being her usual self. “Well, not that often, actually. I can only spare the time once, sometimes twice a week.”

“So you’ve been spying on them for several months now?”

“Pretty much.” Viv replied nonchalantly.

“I always thought Felicity was a prude… to think she’s having sex like 6 times a month is crazy.” Sara said quietly while thinking, that’s about the same I’ve had in my entire life in a single month.

“Hah!” scuffed Viv, “You’re assuming she’s only fucking the days I’m watching. If I had to bet on it, I’d say she’s doing it pretty much every day. I’m pretty sure she’s at the very least in the hundreds, if not in the thousands.”

“What?!” said Sara, so baffled by the idea of it that she stopped in her tracks, “Is that even possible? Why would Felicity do something like that? Do you think it’s for money or something?”

“No way. Why would she need any more money than she already has? Her dad owns like half the city. Honestly, I think she just really enjoys it. She might be a nympho or something.”

Again, Sara felt like questioning everything she knew about sex. Was it possible to like it that much? Was she wrong for not doing so? What if this meant she’d never really experienced what sex was meant to be like? She always thought the idea of enjoying sex to that level was an idealization only found in movies and books, not something real people could ever experience.

“Sara! Are you listening?” Viv called, and Sara realized she’d been completely lost in thoughts of her own inadequacy for longer than she’d realized, “You ok? I hope I didn’t traumatize you by taking you there. I swear it’s usually a lot milder than that. I thought you’d get a kick out of it.”

“No! Yeah, sorry.” Sara replied, trying to sound much more casual than she was feeling. “It was fun! I just hope you’re right about her not seeing us, that’s all.”

“Definitely! Well, I better get going or I’ll be late for class. Don’t wait for me, ok? We’re doing lab work so I’ll be coming home pretty late.”

Sara and Viv shared a small apartment not far from campus.