This story series depicts the awakening of repressed sexual desires in a respected professional woman at the hands of a rebellious, undisciplined Gen Z'er. It is told from the perspective of both main characters giving us each one's perspective.
This is the second chapter in the series and shows the perspective of the rebellious young Dom. The story depicts non-consent, reluctance and humiliation as Dr. Samantha Kaplan-Donovan is shown what she really needs. If this is offensive to you, please find another story. If you read on, please enjoy and comments are always welcome.
Maria Quinones' story: The Beginning
My name is Maria Quinones, and I just had the most incredible yet terrifying night of my life and have to share my story.
First a little background. I am 22 years old and the daughter of two hard working parents that built a family pharmacy from basically nothing which has supported the family for over 35 years. We live in Plainfield Illinois where I have lived my whole life.
My Poppy passed when I was ten and I was his princess. Don't get me wrong, he was not perfect. He had high expectations of me and even as a young child I felt pressure to live up to his expectations. But one thing was clear and is still today, he did it all for my mama and me and we were the center of his universe.
When he died suddenly of a heart attack, I was devastated. My mama did her best to support and comfort me, but I was inconsolable and let my anger at the world get the better of me. Mama struggled but never let me see just how much. She had let my father handle much of the business duties and had to learn all of them on her own.
She figured it all out and kept us going and I will be forever grateful for that. Looking back, I wished she had been a little less focused on the pharmacy and a little more on fun once in a while. I did not do well dealing with the pressure of living up to her expectations. But, thinking about it today, I put a lot of pressure on myself.
Our pharmacist and longtime family friend Dr Samantha Kaplan-Donovan really helped me see that recently. Because of her, my relationship with mama is the best it's ever been. Our parents were best friends and Sam, was like a big sister to me growing up.
Sometimes I feel like she's the daughter my mama always wanted. She was a straight A student, worked in the pharmacy from age 15 on except when she went away to pharmacy school. Even then she worked summers at the pharmacy. The day after she graduated, she started as the pharmacist at the store.
She's worked for mamma full time even though the pay sucks and has to work part time at Walmart to make up for it. I've quit the pharmacy three times and thanks to Sam have been back at the store for eight months. Mom is teaching me the business and It's been great. Mainly since I haven't done anything to blow it up. Hopefully, what happened tonight won't be the bomb this time.
Before I get to that, let me finish the background. Samantha, though seven years older, did her best to be the big sis I never had and I in turn was the sister she never had. She had two older brothers, so I was a welcome change of pace.
When I hit the teen years, I grew to resent her and the relationship she had with mom. The bottom of both relationships fell out when her parents died. I was 18 and it felt like she was stealing mamma and I resented them both for it.
Looking back on it, I was being petty and insecure, and a few rough years followed. The anger from the loss of my Poppy carried with me for far too long.
I loved Sam's parents too, but selfishly, I became crazy jealous, when mamma became her surrogate mom. I got accepted on an athletic scholarship for soccer to Calumet College in Indiana and jumped at the opportunity to get away. Not to mention my boyfriend at the time was going there.
Unfortunately, I became much more interested in partying, piercing and tattoos than soccer and studying. I never picked a major and quit after one year. Kicked out is more truthful.
My roommate was the soccer team's number one forward and living with her taught me that I preferred women to men, which didn't work out too well either. She's now married to the afore mentioned boyfriend. So, I lost them both!
From there, the downward spiral continued, I moved back home and still live with mamma. She continues to be supportive and not too demanding which makes me feel guilty and that makes me mad, and I resent her more. And that was the vicious cycle in my head. Fear of failure, anger, acting out, forgiveness, guilt, resentment and repeat. Add to the emotional shit pile that I'm gay, another potential disappointment for Mama, and life just smelt great!
When I returned home, I took a waitress job at a restaurant bar and when I turned 21, moved to the to the bar full time. It is so much easier to get tips when you're pushin' drinks. I love the sound of the tip bell. Free drinks for me are a good fucking deal too.
It just seemed best for me to stay away from the pharmacy. Mama and I seemed to find a neutral balance. I lived downstairs, paid some rent, and did my own thing, no pressure to be the golden child and savior of the dwindling family legacy. She had Samantha for that. When I wasn't working, I hit the gay bars or hooked up with a "friend" and stayed at their place. The universe was in balance.
Then one day Samantha asked me to lunch, and my perspective changed. We ate at the diner down the block from the pharmacy. She was dressed elegantly as usual. She wore a navy pants suit and matching blazer with a white scoop neck blouse. It was tight fitting as usual, highlighting her 36 double fucking D's.
If you haven't noticed, I'm jealous of Sam. She is super tall, blue/green eyes with the thickest light brown hair I've ever seen. It hangs halfway down her back, and she had it in a braid revealing her long kissable neck.
You may have guessed I have some issues with my surrogate sister that Mama would not approve of either. After realizing I officially prefer women, it brought the past into focus.
In hindsight, when I was 17, Mama and I went on a boat with Sam, and I saw her in a bikini for the first time; I understand now why I was so agitated that day. It was a red string bikini that popped against her tanned super model bod. I was instantly envious and suddenly embarrassed at how I looked compared to her.
I had a white high waisted bikini and padded top. The day before I tried it on and looked at myself in the mirror. I thought, "I look good!" I spent too much time admiring myself but, I really did feel sexy.
I'm 5' 1" 108 lbs., not fat, but healthy. My thighs are thick but toned, my butt is average, and tit's are small, but I have never had any complaints. My face is round and seems fat to me and I can never find a hair style I like. My lips are full and sometimes seem too big for my face. But that day I felt good about how I looked.
Then I saw Sam, and I went from sexy to short and puffy in an instant. She is 5' 9" tall, probably 125 lbs. with 10lb. tits. Her top barely covered half her bimbo boobs as I came to call them out of jealousy. Her stomach was toned but feminine, with a sexy curve when you looked from the side.
When she turned and I saw her ass, my jaw nearly dropped. It was round and wide but perky firm. Half of each cheek hung out and there was a smiley face crease under each cheek. Today I understand why I couldn't stop staring. I wanted her! Back then, I didn't understand that, and it manifested as pure jealously and frustration.
Her hair was ponytailed and when I saw her from behind, my jealousy (lust) grew stronger. Her neck and shoulders were mesmerizing. Her body tapered in from her shoulders down before rolling out for that amazing ass. Her legs were long thin and shapely. I could not stop staring at her that day.
That was when I first noticed how thick her hair was and of course even that made me jealous. Also, with her hair pulled back, I notice her face was perfectly symmetrical. Her nose was narrow and petite, cheek bones high while my nose is round like my face. So, all day long my insecurities grew, along with my frustrations. It's clear now, my frustration was the result of being excited by her without realizing it.
I hardly notice anything about the boat that day except it was really fucking big. It was owned by CEO of a pharmaceutical company who later went on to become Sam's husband, even though he's old enough to be her father. I would have married her too after seeing that body. I do remember thinking the old guy must have a small dick if he needs a boat that big. The boat was way too fucking big for the lake, but I guess if you're rich the rules don't apply.
About a year later she sold herself out to Edmond "Daddy Warbucks" Donovan and got married. After that she became a snooty bitch, and I did my best to avoid her. I did have to go with Mama to dinner twice a month, so I still got a steady dose of Ms. Perfect.
Ok then, back to the lunch. I sat across from her, and her perfume sent a rush through me, her blue/green eyes seemed to penetrate me and her subtly thin lips begged for a kiss. We made a little small talk, but I could tell she wanted to say something.
While I could sense her thinking what to say, I notice her eyes seemed to light up looking at my face. For some reason, I sensed she was looking at me longingly. I thought, it was probably my imagination after picturing that body in my head and the nasty thoughts that came with it.
