Late Saturday morning, Victoria's eyes opened slowly. The sunlight coming through her window made her squint. She reached out to the nightstand and picked up her glasses. Putting them on, she rolled over lazily, and saw Sarah on the other side of the queen-sized bed.
A wide smile split Vicky's face as she remembered the night before. It had begun with her plan to reveal her feelings - her overwhelming physical desire - for Sarah. For more than three years, she'd been too shy to tell Sarah about it, but they'd gone to a party together, and Vicky waited for Sarah to have a few drinks - while having two herself...to reinforce her courage.
By the end of the night, they'd made each other cum outside at the party, and Vicky knew she would never go back to being so reserved. She sensed that something in her brain had forever changed while Sarah's face was buried in her pussy.
After Sarah fell asleep - passed out would be more accurate - in her bed, Vicky had removed the younger woman's mini-skirt, top, and platform boots, leaving her wearing a pink cotton thong, and a flimsy, sheer black bra to contain her C-cup breasts.
The smooth skin of Sarah's back beckoned to Vicky, and the latter wiggled closer to the sleeping form and began kissing her way down Sarah's spine. Sarah mumbled, sleepily, and Vicky slipped a hand over Sarah's hip to spread her fingers on her flat stomach.
"Feel good, baby?" Vicky asked in a whisper.
Sarah sat up as if she'd been struck by lightning.
"Where am I?" she demanded, loudly.
"My apartment," Vicky said, raising her face to Sarah's.
"Why am I here?" she asked.
"You were too drunk to drive home after the party," Vicky told her. "So, I brought us here."
Sarah looked down at her underwear, then at Vicky, who was similarly dressed.
"What happened to my clothes?" she asked.
"They're on the chair," Vicky assured her. "I didn't think you'd be comfortable sleeping in them."
Clutching the sheet to her chest, Sarah looked around the room. Vicky reached out to touch her cheek, but Sarah pulled away.
"What happened?" Sarah asked as memories starting to trickle into her fuzzy brain.
"It was amazing," Vicky said, smiling.
"Did we...uh..." Sarah began.
"Yes, we did," Vicky said. "Several times."
"Oh, my God," Sarah said, turning to sit on the edge of the bed.
"We both said that a couple times," Vicky teased.
"But...I'm not..." Sarah sputtered.
"Not what?" Vicky asked, knowing exactly what Sarah was about to say.
"I'm not gay," Sarah lamented. "I'm straight."
"Honey, you're spaghetti," Vicky said with a giggle.
"Spaghetti?" Sarah repeated, confused.
Vicky nodded.
"You're straight...until you get wet," Vicky said.
"That's not true," Sarah objected, shaking her head vigorously.
"You really got into it once we got going," Vicky told her.
"Shit! Did anyone see us?" Sarah asked warily, looking back over her shoulder. "Did Eddie see us?"
"Your pitiful boyfriend was passed out when we left the party," Vicky said. "And, no; nobody saw us."
Sarah stood up, pulling the sheet with her, trying to cover herself.
"You can't tell anyone about this," Sarah said, her words running together as she spoke quickly.
"Don't worry," Vicky said. "Your secret is safe with me."
"My secret?" Sarah asked, confused. "What secret?"
"That you love eating pussy," Vicky said flatly.
The younger woman stood silently, shocked by Vicky's answer.
"You don't remember?" Vicky asked, feigning insult.
She spun to the nightstand and picked up her cell phone. Calling up the pictures she'd taken while Sarah went down on her, she turned the screen to Sarah. For a moment, Sarah's eyes went wide. Vicky scrolled to the next picture.
"That could be anyone," Sarah said, trying to stay calm.
Next, Vicky played the video she'd recorded. Though the encounter had taken place in the dark, the voices were unmistakably Sarah and Vicky. Sarah was crestfallen.
"Please don't tell Eddie we did this," Sarah said.
"Why not?" Vicky teased.
"Please," Sarah repeated. "I don't want him to know."
"Maybe he can watch next time," Vicky suggested.
"Next time?" Sarah blurted. "We're not doing that again."
Vicky scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. Looking at her phone, she began dialing.
"Then maybe I should send those files to Eddie," she said.
"Noooo," Sarah cried out. "You can't"
"I certainly can," Vicky assured. "And, I will...unless you do what I want."
Sarah stared at her for several moments as she considering her predicament.
"What do I have to do?" she asked, finally, lowering her eyes to the floor.
Vicky moved closer. She reached out, placed the first two fingers of her left hand under Sarah's chin, and lifted her face.
"Well, my dear; from now on, you're going to be my little fuck doll," Vicky said, a sneer spreading across her lips.
"What?" Sarah bawled.
"You heard me," Vicky said. "When I need to cum, I'm going to call you, and you're going to come running, eager to shove your face into my wet cunt."
"You're crazy," Sarah whistled.
"I'm horny," Vicky purred.
She pressed her body against Sarah's. The shorter woman backed away, but Vicky stayed with her until Sarah's shoulder blades hit the wall behind her. Vicky kissed her lips.
"It's not all bad," Vicky said, quietly. "I'll make you cum, too."
"I was drunk," Sarah whimpered. "You took advantage of me, and now you're blackmailing me."
"Yes, I am," Vicky admitted, with a wink.
Sarah looked away, resigned to her fate.
