The pair of us had never been friends, but we didn't dislike each other. The only thing we had in common was our shared friendship with Kylie. Sabrina and I had known each other for since primary school and whenever we spoke to each other it usually led to an argument if some sort. The night this took place was no different.

We along with many others were at Kylie's house for a party and the three of us were sat outside with a couple of others smoking, drinking and talking. The same as at other parties with both Sabrina and I drinking we eventually started arguing over something stupid. Kylie became annoyed stood up and told us as she walked away that we should just kiss and get it over with. The others followed leaving the pair of us alone. The argument stopped and we sat there in silence before she looked at me, shrugged and said she's drunk enough. Sabrina grabbed my head and kissed me. Suddenly ly my hands were all over her and there we are making out. We spent the next hour or so of the party drinking together and making out all over the place.

It was only when we had finished a heavy kissing and groping session against the outside of the house when she suggested we go upstairs. We drunkenly stumble into the house and are about to head up when she darts into the toilet, kissing me and telling me to give her a minute. I wait obediantly outside the toilet before she reappears, grabs my hand and leads me upstairs. I have my hand on her arse as we reach the landing. We slide past a guy called Paul and open the door to one of the bedrooms. Sabrina walks in and I'm about to follow when Paul distracts me. He uses that moment to slip in behind Sabrina and shuts and locks the door behind him. I hear her ask where I've gone and he quite audibly says that I went back downstairs. She responds with "his loss" and I hear them start to make out. I should have just walked away, but I was frozen in place outside the room. I listened as the pair of them started positing around the room moaning and bumping into things. She was giggling plenty and telling him to get his trousers off. I heard him tell her that her hand felt good before they started fucking. I stood there in silence listening to the whole thing. My cock was hard as a rock.

They didn't take more than 15 minutes before the door opened again and Paul walked out. He looked at me still standing there dumbstruck and laughed as he walked back downstairs. I stepped into the bedroom to see Sabrina laying on the stripped bed in just her bra and a used condom next to her. She looked at me confused and asked me to pass her thong. She got dressed and asked me why I disappeared. I told her what happened and all she had to say was "oh well." She walked past me and left the room making her way downstairs. I continued to stand there in a drunken stupor. She didn't dispose of the condom and for some reason I felt it was my responsibility to clean up. I picked it up, tied a knot in it, carried it downstairs and threw it into the bin.

I didn't speak to Sabrina again that night as the party started winding down and we never spoke of that night again. Within a few weeks our relationship was back to our normal antagonistic ways.