Hi everyone
Long time, no see. I know that there have been a couple of people who have been asking after me, both through PMs and comments on old stories. And I just want to say to my followers that I'm really, really sorry for the radio silence. The truth is that the last year and a bit have been a very difficult time for me, and I've been dealing with quite a lot recently, including a new job, the diagnosis of a close family member with terminal cancer, and moving house. My depression has been really bad as a consequence of all this, and I have gone to some very dark places in my mind, recently. Obviously, because of all this, I hit a brick wall with my writing, and seriously struggled to get any enjoyment out of it. I have left a lot of story serials unfinished, and don't know when I'll be able to wrap them up (although I promise I will do my very best to try).
I found a sudden burst of inspiration recently, however, and this story was the result. I hope you like it.
Take care!
GT
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By the time of the night that this story takes place, Sarah - the main character in this story - had lived in her house in Surrey, a very large county in England, for about three years.
For the first six months, she had been living with a thirty-something couple, Jessica and Marcus, who had agreed to take her on as a lodger for the spare room in their house that they never used. At the time, Sarah was 21 years old, recently graduated with a degree in aeronautical engineering, and about to start working in London, so she was an ideal lodger for the couple. However, the couple had subsequently decided to move to Australia for Jessica's work, and as such had leased the place to her for five years. To help her cover the rent, they had also taken on another tenant. This tenant was a 25-year old woman, Mia, who worked as a barrister, also in London.
Sarah and Mia got on well together - both young, professional women who worked in London, with similar upbringings, they already had a lot in common. Sarah was a Surrey native. She had short, reddish-brown hair and blue eyes, pale skin, a thin, petite body that, while not toned - as she never worked out or went to the gym - was still very pert and lithe, and had earned her a fair number of compliments, and a cute, bashful smile that made you instantly want to give her a hug.
Mia was also English, but she was of Serb descent, and had a visibly southern Slavic face, with lovely, prominent cheekbones, and a rosy complexion. Her hair was long, straight and sandy blonde, and her eyes were light green. She stood at six feet tall, about a foot taller than Sarah, and her body was lean and muscular from regular exercise. Her family had left Serbia around the time of the collapse of Yugoslavia and the bitter wars that had followed, and although she spoke Serbian, she had been raised in England her whole life.
Despite their obvious similarities, the two were different in a lot of ways as well. Mia was outgoing, brash and a bit of a party animal. She was always out with friends, or at parties. She drank alcohol frequently and regularly took recreational drugs, such as MDMA and cocaine. By contrast, Sarah was quiet, timid and introverted, who preferred to spend her days in her room or at the movies - she was very passionate about cinema, and her most common expenditure was going to see all of the new releases. She drank whisky, but not very often and never to excess. And although she had tried a bit of MDMA once with Mia, she had not enjoyed the experience very much, and had no desire to do any drugs again.
Another major difference was their different sexualities. Sarah was a lesbian, and had only had two serious relationships in her life. Her first girlfriend, a woman at least ten years older than her (she had been 18 at the time) had been very horrible to her and regularly put her down or insulted her appearance. And although her family had supported her enormously and worked hard to help her through the worst of it, she still had lingering insecurities about her body as a result of that relationship. Her second girlfriend had been of the same age as her, and a very sweet girl who had treated her very well. But that had fizzled out after about a year, and they had agreed to stay friends. By the time this story takes place, though, she had not had a girlfriend for over two years, and hadn't had sex at all during that time.
On the other hand, Mia, was quite obsessed with sex, and as such was very, very sexually active. In all the time she had lived at the flat, Sarah could only remember a dozen occasions when she had come home at a normal time after a night out, because she was often going back home with one-night stands. At house parties, she would latch on to any guy she liked, and would pursue him aggressively.
The one rule that she had, however, was that she would never bring guys home with her. Because despite their differences in personalities, Mia cared about Sarah enough that she would never subject her to the awkwardness of having to deal with or meet her one-night stands. She didn't have boyfriends, both because one man would never be enough to sate her appetite, and because she wanted to ensure that the atmosphere was as comfortable and sexless as possible, and that Sarah would never have her rampant sexuality in her face constantly. But to Sarah's knowledge, Mia had never done anything with a woman before, and never even entertained the notion of doing so.
As to their personal relationship, they were reasonably close. Sometimes, especially during the week, they would sit and watch TV together. They were both tidy people who kept the house clean. And aside from the occasional squabble over something stupid, they never fought. If Sarah was being honest, she did have a bit of a crush on Mia - certainly, she had masturbated to the thought of her on more than one occasion. But she also knew that Mia was straight, and had respected her sexual orientation, so Sarah did likewise for her. She had absolutely no expectations that anything would happen between them, so she had put it out of her mind, and was happy with how things were, at the moment.
With that in mind, this story takes place on the night of November 15th 2019. It was a Friday night, and Sarah was once again tired after a long week at work. Mia was raring to go for her usual night out - some friends of hers had arranged to go to the pub, and she had already gotten dressed up, done her makeup and her hair, and was looking very sexy. She had given Sarah a little display after she had finished dressing up.
"What do you think?" she had asked.
"Nice. Like always," Sarah grinned.
"Aw thanks!" Mia sauntered over and hugged her - she was quite a tactile person, and hugged Sarah a lot, often for no reason. "You sure you don't want to come?"
"Quite sure."
"Absolutely sure?" Mia teased. "You would look pretty damn hot if you wore that new dress you just bought, and one of my winter jackets. I'm pretty sure that we could hook you up with a nice girl if you let us!"
"No thanks. I'm absolutely sure," Sarah affirmed.
Mia was always inviting her out on her nights out. Even though she knew she would say no, she did it anyway, because she was keen for Sarah to feel welcome and included. Sarah genuinely appreciated the gesture. And she knew that she would eventually have to say yes to one of these invites, because she knew that if she ever wanted to have sex again, going out with Mia and letting her help was her best bet.
"Well, I won't force you." Mia grabbed her keys and her handbag. "What're you watching tonight?"
"I thought I'd go for a Marvel movie. Something a bit dramatic, not to be taken too seriously, and where you can predict what's coming. I'm in the mood for that tonight!"
"Hmm... maybe don't watch Infinity War, or Endgame then!" Mia laughed. "I'd stick with Thor: Ragnarok. You can't go wrong with that!"
"You might just be right! Thanks, Mia."
"Don't mention it. I'll see you tomorrow!" Mia gave Sarah one more hug, and headed out the door.
"Enjoy your night!" Sarah called after her.
The rest of the evening had progressed quite peacefully for Sarah. She had ordered a pizza, and watched her movie - Thor: Ragnarok, as Mia had suggested. Then she had spent the rest of the night playing video games, and watching videos on YouTube.
It was her ideal Friday night.
By the time she decided to go to bed at about midnight, she was feeling well rested and relaxed. She wouldn't be visiting her parents, as they were both up North for a wedding, so she had nothing planned for tomorrow other than more relaxing.
Normally, she would have masturbated before going to sleep, as it usually unwound her and helped her settle down. But tonight, she was just too tired, and she was asleep almost as soon as she had turned the light out.
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It was about 2:30 in the morning when Sarah was disturbed from her slumber. It was very dark in her room, and surprisingly hot for the time of night. But although she couldn't see, she immediately became aware that there was quite a heavy weight on her chest, and it didn't take her long to realise that that weight was a person sitting on her. Whoever it was, they were fumbling with her hands, and she could feel that there was something on her wrists.
Panicking, she struggled and tried to throw her attacker off her. It was then that she realised that she couldn't move her left arm at all. Her attacker held her right and was evidently trying to secure it as well. She fought hard, but the attacker applied more weight to her, and eventually she was fully restrained.
It was only then that she thought about screaming, but before she could, her attacker had clamped a hand over her mouth, leaned over her, and turned on the light.
After initially being blinded as her eyes adjusted from the darkness, Sarah froze, and stopped struggling immediately as she finally saw her attacker.
It was Mia.
The initial feelings of relief at seeing the familiar face, though, were immediately replaced by shock and a little bit of fear. Even though it was someone she trusted, there were a few details that made her realise that she shouldn't get comfortable just yet.
First, there was the most obvious fact that she had been tied up. Her wrists had been secured to the bedposts by two pairs of furry handcuffs. She had never even known that such things existed, never mind having had them used on her before.
Second was the fact that Mia was sitting on her chest, and she was completely naked. Neither girl had seen the other in the nude before - and they had had no reason to. Each bedroom in the house was en-suite. There had been no interactions in the hallway as one of them was walking to the bathroom. They had never even walked into the kitchen in their underwear. And yet here Mia was, in all her glory. Her boobs - plump, perky, and with small, rock-hard, pink nipples - were hanging free, inches from her face. Her pussy was resting right on Sarah's bare skin, and the warmth and slightly slick, slippery feeling where she was perched told her that it was clearly very wet and excited.
But third, and quite importantly, was the look on Mia's face. Sarah had never seen it before. Her mouth was contorted into a devilish grin, her shining white teeth on full display. And her eyes conveyed pure lust and wanton hunger. Her intentions were beyond doubt.
Sarah had gone to sleep in her bra and panties, and with her wrists now secured in place, she was in a very vulnerable position.
Eventually, she managed to squeak out a single word, through her housemate's hand.
"Mia?"
If it were possible, the grin on Mia's face somehow widened.
