Sara was out of town and this was fucking depressing as hell. She would be out of town for four days, on business. She was writing an article about his big fancy Gallery up in New York. I imagined being able to travel with her. I imagined being able to sit in our hotel room and bathe together and fuck all night, on every piece of furniture in that hotel room; like dogs marking their territory, I'd mark mine by making my love cum on everything. Yeah, I'm perverted but who fucking cares? I'm in love with Sara and I want to be able to own her; show to her that I own her.
Charles decided to help me break into Sara's house. I mean, we were already spying on her every move. Charles was going to put up some hidden cameras in her house. Charles broke into her alarm system and found out the password. I knew where Sara had a hidden key; I'd watched her one night after she'd come home from work. It was under the welcome mat. Cliché, but that's just how adorable Sara was. Charles had some doubles made and so he and I both had a set.
When we broke into her house, I went into her room whilst Charles began setting up the hidden cameras. I laid in her bed and took in her scent. God, Sara smelt just as heavenly as I'd imagined. I bit my lip and I buried my face into her pillows. "Fuck, she's so perfect…" I whispered to myself. I decided to steal a shirt of hers… and some underwear. The shirt was in her dirty clothes hamper and the underwear was clean; but just imagining the fact that these underwear once covered her sweet, supple bum was enough. Charles stole a pair as well; but I didn't mind. A perv's a perv. I was going through some of Sara's stuff when I discovered her diary. I decide to steal that too. I venture around her house and just run my fingers along things. I get the urge to use her toothbrush, because she would use it and it'd be like kissing her somewhat. I shut the door and lock it so Charles won't see. I actually brush my teeth with her toothbrush. I feel sick afterwards, so I make us leave. I get back to my house and cry for around an hour or two. I feel so gross, but I quickly get over it.
I put on Sara's t-shirt and underwear; feeling so close to her. I feel so happy in this moment. I pull out her diary and begin reading it. It's addicting, Sara's was such a great writer, even when she was younger. Sara's twelve years old… This is where it gets me.
Nick came into my room last night. I didn't stop him. He started touching me… in my private places. Places where he shouldn't have touched me. I don't know what to do… I should've stopped him, but I was scared that he would hate me. I need to tell Daddy.
I go on to read, though I don't know if I can take it. Her brother molested her…? That fucker that I saw touched her? I'm pissed. I want to fucking kill him. I read on and I learn that he's continued to molest her. I finish her whole fucking diary. It's 3 in the morning. I learn that at 24 years old, he's still molesting her. I get overly pissed.
Two weeks have passed since I discovered Sara's secret. We've been chatting on Facebook since she got back and we've got a date scheduled for tonight. I'm nervous as fuck. We're going to dinner and I've used two weeks pay(which was supposed to go to drugs) on this dinner. I've got close to $400 and I intend to give Sara the absolute best. I went so far out as to actually dress up. It's a fancy ass restaurant. I'm nervous for conversation. The only thing remotely important to me is Sara. So that's the only thing I talk about.
I get up and get into my car, embarrassed of it. I drive over to Sara's house and when she gets into the car, I make up some fake story of how I got lost. She giggles and nods, "Yeah, it's… I don't know, too big." I chuckle and think twice about making a comment on my tiny ass apartment. Instead I smile and look at her outfit, telling her she looks nice. She blushes, "I'm a bit underdressed?" I shake my head. "No, no. You look spectacular."
About a half an hour into the date and we're deep into an intellectual conversation. We've actually got tons in common, we're both avid readers. I talk about what I do for a living. The only thing is, I lie about my family. Truth is, I grew up in foster care and I ran away from it when I was 12. I don't tell her that. I don't tell her that I live in a run-down apartment building. I tell her that I'm staying with my friend Charles while I look for a place. I tell her my parents own a huge marketing company up in Kansas and that I'm from there. It's true, I was born in Kansas but I've got no family. Sara tells me about her family. They're from LA and they own a large Real Estate company. She tells me she's got a twin brother and an older sister.
After I pay for our dinner, I drive back to Sara's house and walk her to the door. I grab her hands, "I had a really great time." She nods, "Me too." I smile and lick my lips. I want to kiss her so bad. God, I feel so fucking lucky. I'm already in love with her. She's everything I've ever fucking wanted. "I really like you." She whispers softly, wrapping her arms around my neck. My heart skips a beat and I blush, leaning into her. "I really like you." She licks her lips and I wrap my arms around her waist. "Yeah?" She asks. I nod, "Yeah…" She leans into me and bites my lip. I moan softly, completely overwhelmed with her.
I'm so infatuated with Sara. I'm so fucking in love with her, what the hell am I supposed to do. Do I sleep with her? I have no idea. I'm so giddy and my body is on fire. I look into Sara's eyes and the feeling is so natural and I know that I'm in love. I really love her. I've learned everything about her and everything is so wonderful, she's so perfect. "You want to come inside?" she asks and I blush. "I shouldn't. It's only the first date." I tell her. Sara giggles, "Come have some coffee, tuck me in. Then you can leave." She suggests and I agree.
"Your house is nice." I tell her. She giggles, "Thanks. Come here." She grabs my hand and pulls me into the kitchen. She presses me up against the fridge, holding the collar of my blazer. "Tegan." She says, slowly. I bite my lip, "Y-yeah…?" She giggles, "You're hot." I chuckle and her hands go to untie the ponytail I've got in my hair; my hair falls down to shape my face. "So hot." She whispers. My hands fly to her waist on instinct and I push my hips into hers. "Sara, it's the first date…" I tell her, my lips next to her ear. She giggles, "You can be naughty, right?" I shake my head, "I wanna do something right with you." She pulls away, looking at me. "W-what..?" I smile, "I want a relationship with you…" She blushes, "What… you actually like me?" I nod, biting my lip. She giggles, pulling me to her. "I like you too. I know it's really soon, but like… you're so… perfect." I raise an eyebrow, "Me? No, no, no. Fuck that. You're perfect. You're intellectual, you're stunning, you're funny, and you're completely wonderful." Sara pushes the blazer off of my shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. I kiss her sweetly, my hands cupping her face. She kisses back, playing with the hem of my wife beater.
I pull away, "Sara… I really, I can't. Not tonight." She pouts, "Come sleep with me, then." I shake my head, "I really can't, babe. Too much temptation." She giggles, "Temptation?" I nod. She smiles, "Come tuck me in, at least." I nod, grabbing her head, "Lead the way." She walks us to her bedroom and I sit on the bed. She changes into her pajama's, right in front of me. Sara's literally throwing herself at me and I'm just… too shy. Sara sits on the bed. "I'm going to miss you when you leave." I chuckle, "You can see me tomorrow. I work at Rage." I whisper. She giggles, "You didn't tell me that." I laugh, "I was… embarrassed." She shakes her head, giggling and laying down. "Tuck me in, baby." I stand up and pull the blankets over her. I lean down to kiss her and she pulls me on top of her. "Do me a favor." She says, it sounds like a question. I nod, "Anything." I lean down and kiss her. "Go grab me your blazer." I get up and get my blazer, bringing it to her. She smiles and sits up, putting it on. "Can I see you tomorrow?" I nod. She smiles, I lean down and kiss her again and again and again and again. She giggles and wraps her arms around my waist. "Baby, I gotta go."
Eventually, I get out of her house and I head over to Charles' place. Charles is drunk, though and he grabs my waist as I walk in the door. He presses me against the wall and begins to kiss my neck. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. Memories of our past hook ups come flying to me.
"Tegan.." I hear his low moan and I can barely register what I'm doing and who I'm doing it to. Reality, I'm riding Charles' cock. First, I'm slow and I build up pace. Large hands feel old on my waist. I ride him faster though, closing my eyes and imagining that Sara's underneath me so I can actually enjoy this. I moan and tilt my head back; bouncing up and down on Charles' cock. It's a nice size. Around 7 inches; his girth is perfect as well and it's enjoyable. I think of Sara though, I think of her perfect breasts and her pretty pink cunt and I ride Charles' as hard as I can. My moans are loud, high-pitched and rapid. They keep flying out of my mouth and there's no controlling them. "Oh, fuck… yeah!" I scream, so completely close to orgasm. I hang my head low, my eyes closed tight and I run my fingers through his hair. "Mm, baby… ugh…" I moan out as I cum. My back arches and so does his. We cum, perfectly in sync and he pulls me to him. "I love you, Tegan." He whispers. I open my eyes and look up at him.
I remember the next morning. He didn't wear a condom and I thought I was pregnant. I wasn't, thank god. I remember him trying to talk to me and me telling him that I was so drunk I barely remembered it. We kept doing it, though. We kept fucking. Sometimes I was drunk, sometimes I wasn't. We had threesomes with Ace and threesomes with random girls.
I was almost Sara's girlfriend, though and I wasn't gonna fuck that up. So, I didn't give in when Charles began to pull my pants down. I pushed him away. My phone began vibrating and I answered it. Charles stopped and tried to listen to my conversation. It was Sara. "Baby, please come here. I can't sleep." I'm out the door the minute she says 'baby'. I'm in my car and on my way to her house. "You can't sleep?" I ask, smiling. She giggles, "Yeah. I miss you."
When I get to Sara's house, she's at the door and she opens it for me. She wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me to her. I giggle and kiss her. "Be my girlfriend." She says. I know, I know. This is fast but I could fucking care less. I'm so ecstatic. I nod, "Yes." She giggles and jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I kiss her hard and she kisses back, squealing. I bit her lip; giggling.
One month anniversary. Damn. I'm so surprised that Sara's actually dealt with my shit. We've moved way too fast, most likely, but hey; we're lesbians. I've moved into Sara's place and we share a room.
Nick, isn't too happy about this. So I hear. Y'know who else is pissed? Charles and Ace. I have no idea why. One day, I come home to find Sara crying. "Baby…" I say, sitting down. She wraps her arms around me and begins crying. "Nick… he… hurt me." I stand up. "What?" I run my fingers through my hair. "What the fuck?" She stands up and grabs my hands, "Baby, calm down." I nod, slowly. "What'd he do…?" She bit her lip and wrapped her arms around me. "He's been molesting me since I was 12 years old." I groan, she tries to calm me down again. I kiss her, "I'm sorry, baby…" She nods, "Today… he came in here and he raped me again. He forced me…" I bite my lip, "Oh my god, baby…"
That night, I had Charles track Nick down. I beat the shit out of him. He was a prissy little boy and I kicked his fucking ass. I told Sara I had work that night, but I was murdering her brother. She shouldn't have to deal with him anymore. Initially, I didn't mean to murder him. That was an accident. I cried about it, too. Charles and I put him in his car and we pushed it in the lake. I murdered Sara's brother.
Here I am, sitting at Nick's funeral. Holding my fiancé as she cries, her parents won't talk to us and I'm not her fiancé to them. I'm just her roommate. They tell her that she's got to move into Nick's house and that's where we stay. We lay in one of the many rooms he has and she sighs, "When will you have sex with me?" She asks. I chuckle, "Soon." She sits up, "Now?" I bite my lip. "Sara, you're so horny." She grabs my hand and leads me to one of the rooms. It's got a hot tub. "Sara… he's so rich." "Was." She says and pulls off her dress, tossing it to the side. "Come on." She says slowly and gets into the hot tub. I follow her; pulling off my clothes. She wraps her arms around my neck and shoulder and lays her cheek on my collarbone. "I want you to fuck me, Tegan. Take my virginity." I pull away and look at her, "Virginity?" She nods slowly. "Only Nick…" I nod, wrapping my arms around her. "Well, I won't fuck you."