Maybe we both were just fucked up people. I really think that's the only explanation.
Sam was gorgeous. Slim and red haired and smart too. I liked her. Honestly, she was hotter than me. You were lucky to have her as a girlfriend. But somehow we decided it was fun for you to fuck me on the side. And not just cheating, but cheating stupidly. Places where people might here us. Places where she or her friends or family might be around.
That's how we ended up here, in the upstairs bathroom at her parent's house, isn't it? We're just fucked up.
"God, we have to hurry," I muttered, pulling my jeans down. I stopped with them just above my knees. That left my pussy exposed, when I bent over the sink, but I could still pull them up quickly if I needed to. I wished the bathroom had been ridiculous enough to have a second mirror on the other wall. I'm sure I looked even more ridiculous from the back, shaved and dripping, than I did from the front.
These stupid fucks always turned me on so much.