I was living this apartment building. It was a pretty nice complex. A lot of lawyers were living in it for some reason. I guess you could say that it was a luxury apartment complex. My mom was also a lawyer (no surprise). She was always out of the house and was basically with me in the evening for supper. She was divorced for 3 years and had no time to see anyone else. It was pretty cool living with my mom. It was just she and I. In the daytime, I could do anything I wanted to, since my mom was not there. I usually called over my friends or went out. I guess you could say I was a bit spoiled. I always got my way... well most of the time anyways.
My name is Sarah. I am about 5’7 with lovely emerald green eyes and long, straight brunette hair. I have 32c breasts. Some of my friends have described my breasts as fat but I really don’t know how that could be. I guess the better word to use would be fleshy. I am still in high school.
The apartment beside us was empty for quite a while and when I found out that someone had moved in I decided to see who it was and say hello. I knocked on the door and a lady opened the door. She was quite attractive. She had black, shoulder-length hair, brown eyes, smooth milk white skin, and pretty nice breasts. I would say they were around 34-36c. She was wearing a baby blue, sleeve-less shirt with embroidery on the neck and around the arms, and nice fairly tight black pants. She looked to be around 26 or 27 years of age.
“Hello.”
“Hi, can I help you?”
“My name is Sarah, I live in the apartment right next to yours. I just dropped by to say hi and welcome you to the complex.”
She smiled and said, “Hello Sarah! Why thank you dear! Yeah, I love this complex a lot. It’s so nice here. And the people look polite as well. Do you want to come in and have something to drink? Well. If your not busy at all.”
“No, no, I’d love to, I’m not busy at all.”
“Great! Come inside then.”
I walked inside the apartment and I was stunned. It was such a nice place. There was a balcony in sight just as you walked into the apartment with a breathtaking view. The furniture looked very expensive. There was a huge leather sofa and loveseat situated at an angel along the walls, a beautiful centre table with matching side tables. The dinette set was just incredible with a beautiful hutch sitting right next to a statue of Alexander The Great. There was a huge TV sitting in the living room with a DVD sitting just under it. The walls were a nice soothing peach colour. The kitchen looked to be a girl’s dream kitchen, all new appliances, expensive looking cook wear, everything; the works. It was a gorgeous place to live.
“I just love your apartment!”
“Oh thank you! I decorated it all myself. Sit down, have a seat. What would you like to drink?”
“I’ll just have some pop, thanks.”
“Do you want some tea as well? It’s almost done.”
No, I’ll just have the pop. I’m not much of a tea drinker.”
“Oh don’t be ridicules, have some tea, its good.”
I laughed. “Well, ok then.”
After a few moments she brought me the tea and we sat down and started talking.
I asked, “ So what is your name?”
“Oh, I thought I already told you. My name is Monica Lewinsky. Sorry, but I didn’t catch your last name.”
“Its Jennison, Sarah Jennison.”
“Nice.”
Well, we got to talking and all and she sounded like a really interesting person. She had a real sense of style and I loved her soft voice. It actually sounded kind of sexy. After we talked for an hour or so, she asked me to drop by some other time and the two of us would do something. I said sure and left.
Over the month the two of us got to know each other pretty good. We talked about everything; from boys to fashion. I think it would be safe to say that we were pretty close.
She had a great sense of humour and was really smart. It turns out that designed handbags and was making a lot of money from them. Every now and then she would show me what she wanted to do next with the handbags and ask for my opinion and insight. Monica even got me a job at her company. It was great. I was really starting to enjoy her company. Sometime she would come over to my place and sometimes I would go over to her place. My mom really liked her too. The two of us got so close that she started hugging and kissing me on the check. I didn’t really mind that. In fact, I like it when she hugged me. Her breasts rubbing and touching up against mine, it was a pretty good feeling. Not that I was turned on by that, it just felt really good. Then something happened that completely changed me forever.
It was a pretty hot summer afternoon when she asked me to come over because she wanted some company. I was kind of bored as well and jumped at the chance. I knocked at the door and there was Monica standing there with is cotton, summer dress. It was a piece with little roses printed all over it. It was very tight on her. The neck was pretty low cut with four buttons going down the centre of the dress. Two of the buttons were un-done. It looked like she was wearing a push up bra but I could see her nipples very clearly sticking out of the dress. It was a very revealing dress. I could see a good part of her breasts, almost everything except the nipples. The dress went down to just above her knees. She looked pretty sexy if you asked me.
“Wow Monica! Was your boyfriend over or something?!”
She laughed. “No, no! You like it? It’s a few years old but it’s really hot here today.”
“Yeah, it is pretty hot. But that dress, it’s something else!”
