***This is a true story from my early adulthood. I wanted to retell it to give some context for other stories I plan to write in the future and so that other women won't feel so alone who have experienced something like this.***
At the age of 20 I had an apartment in Boston with a girl I was acquainted with from my hometown, Sara.
Sara was an 19 year old blonde who was openly bisexual, but was more attracted to women and at that time she had only ever had a girlfriend in the past. She was tall, pale, and on the leaner side. But she did work out and had decent muscles. She was very average looking otherwise.
I'm short and brunette. At the time, I had big boobs, big butt, flat stomach, and thick thighs. I have always been a bit weak. I hate working out, but I tried to diet in moderation to somewhat keep my figure. Back then I was pretty happy with my body though. I knew I was bisexual also, but I was very quiet about it. I had kissed a few girls and I had had a sexual relationship with a lesbian coworker in the past, but it had always been for fun and my only committed relationships had been with men at that time. A lot has changed now, but I didn't feel the need to announce it to many people since I was just figuring it out myself. I also had an on-again/off-again boyfriend back home, to whom I was very attracted.
Sara was open with me about her sexuality within the first few days that we moved into the apartment. In an effort to make her feel comfortable, I told her that I was also bisexual, but that I hadn't dated a woman and that I wasn't sure that I ever would. I also made sure to be clear that this was not information I wanted to share with other people at this time, and to keep it to herself. Even though she had been out to her parents and to anyone who cared for over 2 years, she assured me that she would keep this between us. It was fun to have a friend finally that I could talk about this with. I had never been able to talk openly about my sexuality before. I had always kept everything so private, so I loved feeling like I was out, at least in my own home.
We had a great time together. It was always platonic, even though Sara routinely told me how pretty I was. We went out to bars (though we were underage, we found a way) and clubs, met new friends in the city, watched movies, went to art galleries, day trips, etc. Honestly, we were having the time of our young lives. I secured a job assisting for an interior designer. She had a hard time finding a job she could handle. Eventually, I saw a posting for an internal mail delivery person in my building, which was an 18 story building that housed many offices for various businesses. We saw each other at work occasionally, but not often.
When we would drink, Sara would always want to kiss. I never gave in to this. I politely turned her down, giving her the excuse that I loved being her roommate and didn't want to cross any boundaries. This was partially true, but I just wasn't into her. She would gush over me. She would say things like, "Violet, anyone on earth would fuck you. You could have your pick." It was flattering, but to be honest, I wasn't attracted to Sara. She was more plain and didn't have much cushion. I was always attracted to fuller-figured women, even when I was young. When I fantasized about myself with a woman, she was usually heavier than me with big boobs and full lips. I also love a soft, cushy vulva that curvier women tended to have. I just felt that if I wanted something hard and angular, I would go see my boyfriend. Who, by the way, never minded if I was with women in a sexual way.
Sara told me often that I could do better than him anyway, though. She encouraged me to break it off with him because we were finally in a big city and away from our hometown. I loved him though and I assured her I was happy how things are.
One night after we had gone to a club, we were on the street deciding if we wanted to get a cab or go to the next place. I was leaning against a shop window as Sara sat on the sidewalk next to me. Our friends were asking a nearby group of club-goers if there were any nearby places worth checking out. Sara was doing it again. Telling me that roommates can kiss and she was running her hand up my leg suggestively. Being that I had a little to drink, I didn't really mind who saw this. Sara took one of my heels off and kissed my foot. It was so ridiculous feeling to me that I was laughing. Our friends walked up and made whistling noises and were teasing her. They had known Sara was bisexual. One of them even snapped a picture on his girlfriend's disposable camera. The girlfriend had the picture developed and gave us a copy. Since I had been clear that I wasn't interested, I thought it wasn't that big of a deal and we laughed about it in the morning. It became a private joke in our friend group how Sara tried to seduce me by kissing my feet outside a club.
Despite all of the flirtation and occasional advances, I loved living with Sara and I was happy to be young and having fun in the city with friends.
One night, we had been sharing a bottle of wine on our balcony when our neighbors shouted up from their balcony to come down to another neighbor's apartment, whom we hadn't met before.
We grabbed our glasses and headed down to the apartment. It was a fabulous place. It was filled with art from around the world. Jazz was playing as we entered. Our neighbors who invited us were sitting on a luxurious sofa and waved us over. Our newfound neighbor was a beautiful middle-aged woman, standing at the sliding glass door smoking a long cigarette. This apartment was far more mature and tasteful than ours as far as the decorations go. The bones were the same though. I loved how she had made the place her own.
We had a great night in this chic dwelling. The middle-aged neighbor told us about her life. She was divorced but had several men she kept around. She had traveled a ton, and she also had a house by the beach. She never talked about what she did for work or how she afforded her lifestyle, but she made it sound like she had a lot of free time. I admired her in a lot of ways.
She had a hot tub on her balcony, which I didn't even know our building allowed. The neighbor casually said, "Who's ready for a soak?" Sara and I looked at each other with surprise. I said, "We will have to run upstairs and grab our bathing suits." The neighbor asked, "What for?" She then removed her top to reveal her breasts, which were large, tanned, with average sized brown areolas, and long nipples that stood straight up. She then took off her pants, but left her panties on.
The neighbors who we'd already known stripped down to their respective undergarments. The female of this couple left her bra on. This was reassuring for me. I didn't particularly want to be nude in front of a group.
Sara and I took off our shirts and pants. We got into the steaming tub with the rest of the group. Someone started pouring shots, another opened an expensive looking bottle of wine, and drinks were being poured and passed for the next couple of hours.
I have already made the mistake of getting too drunk in a hot tub, so I slowed way down. No one really seemed to notice through their own clouded minds. I was grateful for this, because I hate to have to explain myself about something like this. I tried to warn Sara, since I wasn't sure if she knew that drinking in a hot tub can amplify the effects of alcohol, but she gave me a big grin and threw her hands up, signaling to me that she understood the risk and still wanted to proceed.
Once we were all pruned like raisins, we decided to get out of the hot tub. We dried off and thanked our host. She invited us to a music festival several weeks later, and we told her we would let her know.
It was a wonderful night so far.
When Sara and I returned from our apartment, we changed out of our wet bra and panties to pjs, and we sat on the floor of the living room on the soft carpet. We talked about our night and how we'd hoped that someday we could live a life like our new friend's. I knew Sara was drunk, and I was still feeling tipsy, but I felt in control of myself.
I was kneeling back on my heels, going on about the art in our neighbor's apartment, when I suddenly felt Sara's weight against me. I fell to the floor, where Sara then pinned my arms down and pushed her knee between my legs. She had an intense look in her eyes. "Violet, you have to let me fuck you. I know you'll love it."
I thought I could talk her down like all the other nights she had flirted or made a move. "Hey, remember how much fun we have together? I don't want to ruin that, Sara. Please just let me up." I replied to her.
She ground her knee into my vulva, as her hands were still holding me back. She put her lips on mine, but I tried to turn away. She grabbed my hair and put her elbow down on my wrist. She had my neck bent when she grabbed my hair, so I couldn't move my head. She kissed me again. I didn't open my mouth for her.
"You need to just accept that I can please you better than any man." Sara said, the girly and soft tone of her voice was gone. She didn't even seem like the same person. I tried again to talk some sense into her, "I love things how they are now. Please just-"
Sara put her hand over my mouth. She propped herself up with her other hand. She used her other hand to reach under my shirt and she grabbed one of my boobs. I tried to push her hand away, since my arms were free now. This was futile, as I discovered. Her toned body was like stone. I couldn't break her grip. She felt her way to my nipple and started tugging on it. It got hard from the stimulation, but that is pretty normal. She kept digging her knee into my vulva. I realized it was becoming sort of rhythmic. She was trying to weaken my resistance with pleasure.
I could feel the pressure from her knee cause my outer labia to rub over my clit. Physically, it felt good. This caused me to try to sit up to get away. I could barely budge under her weight and strength. Sara removed her hand from my mouth, pinned one of my arms, and started kissing my neck. My neck is such a sensitive area. I felt like there was a direct connection from my neck to my pussy.
I suppressed moans. I begged and pleaded her to stop. I actually screamed no as she lifted my shirt and took one of my nipples in her mouth. She then put her flat hand over my vulva and rubbed in circular motions. I thought for a second that maybe she would get her fill by just touching and kissing me and this could be over with.
That proved to be false. Sara sucked one of my nipples till it was swollen. She then started moving down my body and wrapped her arms around my thick thighs. I again tried to sit up so I could scoot away and get to my feet. I screamed for help, by the point I am hoping someone in a nearby apartment can hear me. She readjusted her grip on my thighs and pulled me back to her. Her face was inches from my vulva. She then started nuzzling my clit through my pants and over my outer labia. I felt a gush between my legs, which made me sick to my stomach.
Sara starts tugging my shorts down. I softly beg her to stop. "Please, Sara. We are friends. Don't do this." This only fueled her determination to give me pleasure.
I didn't put a panties on under my pj shorts when we had gotten back to our apartment, which was normal for me. I realized then that this was a mistake. I was dying for one more layer to separate my pussy from Sara.
Looking back, I don't think that would have changed anything.
I continued to plead with her to stop. Once she got my shorts down, she put her hand on my lower abdomen and put her weight onto it so she could keep me down while she sat up next to me.
