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!”
She laughed and said,” Thanks Sarah. Well, come on in.”
I walked into the beautiful apartment. Monica trailed right behind me. At this point I should mention to everyone that I was not into girls, it never crossed my mind at all.
This visit was very weird. It seemed that Monica was looking deep into my eyes every time she talked to me and looked at me in a kind of sexy way. And when we talked she sat very close to me and kind of stuck out her chest as if to say, “Look at my breasts.” When we were in the kitchen, sitting on the stools, she sat with her legs spread wide apart with her dress hiked up to her thighs. I knew something wasn’t right but thought it was just me or the really hot weather outside.
She bent over a lot that day too. I mean like when she went to pick up the dishes off the table, for example, she would bend over and reveal her cleavage to me. Then she would give me that sexy look. Its not like I could ignore them or anything because they were like, right in my face. Actually I was kind of tempted to touch them. They looked really smooth and soft and well, touchable. It was clear that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were moving and jiggling all over the place.
I later noticed that she was looking at my breasts and ass awful lot as well. That day I was wearing a blue cotton button up shirt, which was pretty tight. I mean you could see the outline of my bra perfectly when I wore it. Along with that I was wearing these right black pants, kind of stretchy. They made my ass look big and plump. The shirt didn’t cover my ass either so it was pretty noticeable. You could also see the outline of my panties in those pants. I thought I looked pretty good in that combination.
We were sitting on the couch chatting.
Monica said,” you know what Sarah? You are really pretty.” She ran her finger down my check. I thought nothing of it. Girls say that I’m pretty all the time.
I laughed and said,” Oh thank you Monica. Your very beautiful yourself.”
“Really? You think so? Thank you Sarah!” She stood up and hugged me and I hugged her back. But this hug was different. I could feel her nipples against by breasts. They felt very hard. And her hug was pretty tight too. Now that I think about it, her nipples felt really good against my breasts.
As she was hugging me, her hands were going up and down my back. It was like she was hugging her spouse or something. I could feel her hands going lower and lower down my back. Then it happened. She started rubbing my ass; Her warm hand grabbing my plump ass, the other feeling my back. Then both hands started exploring the area. Her hands going up and down, over and about, lifting my ass up and letting it fall down, jiggling as it fell. For some reason I didn’t protest. Maybe because I was nervous or something but I just didn’t say anything. I heard a little, quiet moan out of her. She broke off the hug.
“You smell really nice today Sarah,” she said to me. Monica looked deep into my eyes, her face moving closer and closer to mine. All I could do was stare into her brown eyes. Her face came closer, closer, and closer until our lips touched. Her warm, soft, pink lips touching mine. She opened her mouth and started sucking slowly on my mouth. Her eyes were closed while mine were still open. In shock, I didn’t know what was going on. I couldn’t believe that my neighbour was actually kissing me.
I gave in and opened my mouth finally. Her tongue quickly rushed into my mouth, frantically trying to find mine. Her hands, which were at first placed on my arms, were now behind my head, feeling my hair, and on my ass, rubbing it hard and exploring it. She was beginning to breath hard and kissing me more frantically. I didn’t know if it was turned on or what but the feeing was like ecstasy. After some time Monica broke off the kiss. She was breathing hard as I was. She looked down at her breasts. Her nipples were out like they never were before. It seemed that her breasts grew; her dress was tighter than ever. It looked as if the bottom button was going to pop off anytime now. Her hair was over her eyes.
“God Sarah, where did you learn to kiss like that?” I was speechless. I still couldn’t figure out if it was a dream or what or weather I was turned on or not. But the feeling was ecstasy. “I need you Sarah, I really need you right now. If I don’t have you right now, I’ll explode. Please Sarah, I need you.” I looked into her eyes. I knew she wanted me bad. I kept thinking to myself, she’s a girl. But the more I thought about it the more I wanted to say yes. Plus, how could I ever say no to those luscious, sexy brown eyes of hers.
“Ok Monica.” I lightly kissed her check, brushing my breasts against hers.
