Chapter 1
At 21 years old, Sophie was a young woman standing at 5 feet 7 inches tall and had a naturally striking appearance. Her brunette hair flowed smoothly past her shoulders, its rich brown tones shimmering softly in the light. Her hair framed a face with gentle, feminine features--a smooth complexion, expressive eyes, and a warm smile.
Sophie's job as a waitress at a local coffee shop, being on her feet all day, kept her in good shape, and she had very full firm 34D breasts, a narrow waist and with a lovely full heart-shaped ass giving her very feminine curves.
Her legs were long and toned, from her work. Whether standing, walking, or simply resting, her posture reflected poise and self-assuredness. She moved with an effortless grace, her steps smooth and deliberate, having been a dancer in high school, making her presence hard to ignore.
Her boyfriend a few years older than her, Ethan Walker, 28 years old, had thought that he had pulled the hottest girl when she first agreed to go out with him. He was a man with a strong and confident presence. Standing at 6 feet tall, his athletic build suggested an active lifestyle and a dedication to staying fit. His broad shoulders and well-defined arms added to his commanding appearance, while he had a lean and toned physique.
His hair was dark brown, cut neatly, and styled with just the right amount of care, giving him a polished yet relaxed look. His eyes were a deep shade of green, sharp and thoughtful, with a gaze that conveyed both focus and warmth. A straight nose and a strong jawline.
His skin had a healthy, sun-kissed tone, hinting at time spent outdoors, perhaps enjoying sports or adventures. His hands, strong but well-kept, reflected both his active lifestyle and attention to detail. Whether wearing a fitted shirt and jeans or more tailored attire, his clothing always complemented his physique and helped him look confident.
Beyond his physical appearance, there was an aura of reliability and kindness about him. His confidence was never intimidating; instead, it felt reassuring.
Unfortunately for both of them he had lost his job two months ago. He hadn't learned a lot at the big furniture store as he had only been there for a year, but when he complained to his manager that only the manager's favourites got the over time, a week later he was given his cards. It had turned out that the manager, not a nice man, had been vindictive and passed around to other stores in the small town, that Ethan was not to be trusted and so Ethan hadn't been able to get another job.
Due to their meagre salaries, they had already been a month behind on the rent and now had fallen a further 3 months behind on their little studio apartment in a rougher part of town.
It was eight thirty on a Tuesday evening, after their dinner, Sophie, thinking that maybe she could take Ethan's mind off the depressing situation they were both in, had gone and got changed into a little mini skirt and a tight tank top, no bra, to show off her large breasts. Coming back out to see Ethan she had gotten no reaction, she felt sorry for him, for the stress he was suffering. But, also, because of Ethan depression, they had only had sex now twice since he'd been sacked and even then, he hadn't been able to get her off due to his lack of enthusiasm. She needed to be loved and needed to be shown how hot she was.
Ethan was very frustrated, he could tell his beautiful girlfriend was trying, he looked at her, she was so damn pretty, her full red lips, her big, beautiful hazel eyes. Whenever he looked at her, he felt like the luckiest man in the world, but now it was like a weight on his shoulders, he was a failure and he had let her down so badly, although he had always loved to watch his stunning girlfriend, now whenever he looked at her he felt his own failure.
She sat on his lap, taking his head in her hands, "Baby, don't worry we'll sort something out. All that matters is us, how much we love each other. I'll take more overtime at the café."
Ethan looked down at Sophie's stunning toned thighs, in the past that would have meant an immediate erection and all he would want to do is rip her clothes off and make mad passionate love to her. But now it made him sick with his own failure and no reaction in his very average sized dick. He was a failure; he couldn't even make love to his beautiful girlfriend.
As Sophie sat on his lap she could feel the need, the itch between her legs. They hadn't had any sex now for over a month, she had needs, even the last time, five weeks ago, she had just about managed to get him hard, but she assumed because the last time had been two weeks previously, he shot his load into the condom within two minutes and that was it. He had gone down on her and had just about managed to give her the weakest orgasm she had ever experienced.
She decided to go all out, she stood up and lifted her skirt, "Do you like my little thong. It's so small that you can see I'm completely shaved."
Ethan looked and then looked up at her, she saw the saddest look in his eyes, it nearly made her cry.
Ethan: "Please, baby, don't, it's not you baby, you're perfect, it's me I don't seem to have it in me."
"BANG! BANG! BANG!" it was so loud it made them both jump and they weren't immediately sure what it was then they realised someone was banging on their front door.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"
They looked at each other, both scared.
"I know you're in there, if you don't open the door, I will have my men break it down."
That was the voice of their landlord, Victor Grayson.
Sophie: "We'll have to open darling; we don't have any choice."
