"Then why’d you slip your panties into my pocket? Don’t tell me you don’t want to," he teased.

I froze, my heart racing. Tyler? Since when were they together?

"I do want it... How could I not?" Sarah replied, her voice sultry.

The chair across the room creaked as it was gently pulled back, and in the dim moonlight, I saw Sarah reclining in her office chair, her legs in the air as Tyler fiddled with her skirt.

Oh my god, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath!

"Slow down... not so fast..." Sarah gasped.

I covered my mouth, trying to keep from making the slightest sound, staring wide-eyed at the scene before me.

What are they doing?

Are they about to get started?

From where I was, I could see Tyler’s toned and powerful back muscles, one hand braced on the back of the chair, mostly covering Sarah. His other hand was stroking something out of my line of sight.

It wasn’t long before the blush-inducing sound of wetness filled the room, and Tyler lifted Sarah onto the desk across the way.

I saw her tilt her head back, the buttons of her teacher’s uniform popping off one by one. Her pretty face hung in a dazed expression—she looked like she was both tormented and ecstatic at the same time, her voice turning breathless, almost delirious.

I stared blankly, unconsciously clamping my legs together, as if a fire was slowly igniting inside me.

She looked so happy.

If only I could feel like that too.

I don’t know how long I watched, but suddenly Sarah screamed, snapping me back to reality.

My face flushed, not just from witnessing my best friend doing those crazy things, but also from the long-forgotten flutter of desire stirring within me—a feeling that was utterly mortifying.

"Satisfied now?" Sarah gasped softly, pulling out a few tissues to wipe herself. "Don't move, I'll clean it up."