Chapter 5: Resolution
After that fateful day by the pool, Sarah and Mariah's friendship took on a new dimension. The two continued to party and enjoy their college experience, but there was always an undertone of playful dominance and submission that lingered between them.
One evening, as they stumbled back to their dorm after a particularly wild night at the frat house, Mariah found herself once again in a compromising position. She had tripped over an exposed tree root, landing hard on her hands and knees.
Sarah reached down to help her up, but Mariah playfully batted her hand away.
"I'm fine," she insisted, her words slightly slurred. "Just give me a minute."
But as she tried to push herself up, she lost her balance and landed on her hands once more. Her short skirt rode up, giving Sarah a flash of her lacy black panties.
Sarah couldn't help but chuckle. "You are definitely not fine."
Before Mariah could protest, Sarah had grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up.
Mariah found herself draped over Sarah's shoulders, her ass in the air and her face right at crotch level with Sarah's tight jeans.
"Sarah, what the fuck are you doing?" Mariah yelled, swatting at Sarah's back as the other girl carried her through the dark campus.
Sarah chuckled, slapping Mariah's ass lightly. "I'm taking you back to our room, you dirty little drunk. And you better be grateful, because I'm doing it the fun way."
Mariah couldn't help but laugh.
It was just like Sarah to turn an unfortunate situation into something playful.
"PUT ME DOWN, YOU CRAZY BITCH!" Mariah shouted, her voice echoing through the campus.
But Sarah didn't listen. Instead, she continued to carry Mariah on her shoulders, her hand occasionally reaching back to smack Mariah's ass playfully. Mariah could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, both from the humiliation and the pleasure of being touched in such a way.
When they finally reached their dorm room, Sarah gently set Mariah down on her bed.
Mariah fell onto the mattress with a huff, laughing as she tried to straighten out her rumpled clothing. Sarah stood over her, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"You know, Mariah, you're lucky I'm such a good friend to you," Sarah said, her hands on her hips. "Other people might not be so forgiving of your clumsiness."
Mariah giggled, still trying to catch her breath. "Yeah, I know.
I'm a royal pain in the ass," Mariah conceded with a lopsided grin. The alcohol from the party earlier still lingered in her system, making her slight tipsiness all the more apparent. She propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze fixed on her best friend.
"That's an understatement," Sarah replied dryly, her eyes narrowing in mock disgust. But despite her teasing words, her expression was warm, and a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "But hey, I wouldn't have it any other way.
After all, what's a college experience without a few awkward and embarrassing moments, right?" Mariah replied, her voice still thick with laughter.
Sarah chuckled, shaking her head. "I suppose you're right. But still, Mariah, you've got to learn to control yourself a little better. You're not going to make it through college if you keep getting into these kinds of situations."
Mariah nodded, her expression turning serious. "You're right, Sarah. I'll try to be more careful.