12 comments/ 18483 views/ 35 favorites Anne Pt. 01 By: asyncronous Everyone in this story is 18 or older. This is just chapter 1 of a longer story that I will hopefully be uploading here soon. Enjoy - Asyncronous ***** "Fi!, can you come down here for a moment?" My mum's voice came from downstairs. "Shit" I muttered under my breath. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but considering that I was teasing my clit while watching porn with my laptop on my stomach it was a different story. Some would say that porn at my age wouldn't be such a big deal considering I was 18, but this situation was a bit tricky. It was one of my deepest secrets that I hid from everyone, including my mum. I was a lesbian, plain and simple. There was nothing about this scene that I was watching unfold before me that wasn't turning me on. The way these two girls were going at each other in a 69 was just divine. Both were extremely beautiful blondes and they were seriously devouring each other's clit in a mad frenzy. I wasn't a frequent masturbator nor did I have any prior experience with any girls, but that didn't stop this super erotic, sensual and sapphic scene from working me up to the point where my pussy was sopping wet. I was just about as close to cumming as the two girls I was watching in the video. I closed my laptop and sat up in my bed to a knock on my door, "Fiona? Are you okay honey?" it was my mum again. "Yes mum I'll be down in a moment" I groaned. See as much as I love my mother, I didn't want her to find out that I was a lesbian, at least not this way, I would prefer to sit her down the ol' fashioned way and tell her heart to heart and hope she accepts it. But that was something I would do when I found a meaningful relationship. My mum was a devout Christian and believed wholeheartedly that homosexuality was a sin. I sighed and began cleaning myself up. Normally I used my mouth because I enjoyed the taste of myself, but now I didn't have time to savor the sweet tang of my juices. I slid off my bed and began searching for my clothes so I could make myself presentable. I found my boyshort panties and slid them on. Next was my socks, the knee-length long ones; these were something normal that my mum made me wear. Since I was homeschooled, my mum decided that I should wear a uniform like she did when she was in school. Truth be told I kind of liked socks like this - they made me feel sexy and cute. Next was my skirt, nothing flashy, just a simple skirt down to my knees, another part of my "school uniform" Even though my wardrobe mainly consisted of skirts and dresses, nothing ever touched above my knees; my mother would probably kill me if she had ever seen them. After getting my bottom half dressed I grabbed my favourite top, a large, loose-fitting Illmatic Nas t-shirt. Now at this point you may ask "What, no bra?" Truth be told, my A-cup tits never really needed a bra, and I only bothered with one when I had to be presentable..Around the house or outside on our farm, I rarely bothered, preferring the feel of the cloth against my nipples. Now that I was slightly presentable for my mum I quickly brushed my hair and walked out my door and down the stairs. As I was descending down the stairs I could smell the wonderful aroma of Au Gratin Potatoes, my favourite dish in the world. When I finally made my way into the kitchen I saw the table had been set and prepped for dinner and the potatoes were sitting in the middle of the table. "Hey mum" I said to my mother as I kissed her on the cheek. "Au Gratin Potatoes? My favourite" I said taking my place at the table, I knew I should have expected her to make these as it was my last day with her for a while. I had got the chance to work with a startup company acting as a software developer with them after I had graduated from my "school" "I wish you wouldn't wear that shirt" my mother said, she hated alot of things that I chose to do, and my interest in the rap culture was at the top of the list. She thought it was terrible, and shouldn't even be considered music. Truth be told the rap music that the people hear on the radio is mostly garbage, it honestly takes a little bit of exploring on the internet to hear the good stuff. At a quick glance one could think that the relationship that me and my mum had was a great one, but in reality it was quite abrasive. We disagreed on a lot of things: music, apparel, profession, etc. Programming was fine to a degree, but she would have been more interested in me if I had chosen to do something more "womanly" as she would call it. Rap was definitely something she hated. Plus if she knew I was gay then she would hate that too, I still choose to believe that if she knew that she would come around at some point. Dinner was great, we mostly just chit-chatted about nothing in particular. After dinner was finished I got up and went to go put my plate in the sink, as I was moving toward the sink my mother quickly grabbed my plate from my hands and brought it to the sink with hers and told me to go sit down in the den stating that she would be in in a moment. After walking into the den I laid down on the couch and waiting for about 15 minutes I started drifting off to sleep, a couple minutes later I was asleep. I awoke, looking down at my phone I realized I had slept almost all night. I pushed the blanket that was covering me to the side and laughed that my mum must have put it on me while I was sleeping, then I sat up and noticed a note on the stand next to the couch. I grabbed the note and turned on the light. "Fi, Sorry I took so long. When I finished and came into the room you were sleeping so I figured I would just let you sleep. Please be safe when you leave and make sure to let me know when you get there - Mum" Then it hit me that I only had 2 hours before Amy would be here. I quickly but quietly walked up stairs to finish packing, I would have finished earlier but I had fallen asleep after dinner. When I got to my room my door was open, I thought I closed it when I had gone downstairs for dinner but apparently I didn't. Then I realised that my mum had finished packing for me as my bags were all full and laying on my bed. "Sweet thanks mum" I thought to myself as I looked for my laptop to finish what I started earlier today, I had some time to kill and my mum was sleeping so I figured what's a better time than now? After finding my laptop I set it down on my bed and moved all my bags off my bed and next to the door so I could collect them with ease when it was time to leave. I began stripping off my shirt and skirt, then my panties. I sat on my bed and removed my socks, then laid down on the bed and began looking for something to watch. When I opened my laptop I realized that something was amiss but I couldn't quite place it. I shrugged it off then opened up the internet browser and went to one of my favourite videos of all time. This video was one of the most erotic and sensual porn videos I've ever seen, definitely something that got me going in a good way. The video started to play and I watched as the two girls were making out extremely passionately, and I began playing with my nipples. I know I only have a little less than 2 hours but a little foreplay didn't hurt anyone did it? I continued watching and playing with my nipples, when the girls finally started taking off their clothes I slid my hand slowly down my body and onto my pussy and lightly rubbed around my clit. After the girls got their clothes off I watched as one of my favourite parts of the video happened - when the blonde girl slowly goes down on the dirty blonde girl kissing her body as she goes down. Finally when the girl reached the other girls pussy and gave it a real long lick from the bottom of it to the top, I shivered just like the lucky girl receiving cunnilingus from the other girl, I had dipped a finger into my pussy and rubbed my clit just a little. I was already super wet and I had no trouble getting a finger into myself. As the blonde was giving the dirty blonde girl a great tongue bath on her pussy I was picking up the pace on what I was doing to myself. Rubbing my clit more and faster and pistoning my fingers in and out of my pussy faster and faster. Few minutes later the girls switched positions and the dirty blonde girl is starting to go down on the blonde girl, by now I'm already getting close. About 2 minutes later than that the dirty blonde is already swirling her tongue around her companions pussy, and I was masturbating furiously to this spectacle getting dangerously close to an orgasm. Finally the girls were satisfied with each other, and changed it up a little with the dirty blonde slowly and sensually rimming the blonde girl's arse, while slowly rubbing the blonde's pussy. At this point I began cumming, it was a big one and I had all I could do to keep myself to a reasonable sound so I didn't wake up my mum. Finally after coming back around from the high of reaching an orgasm, I closed the video and set my laptop down so I could get dressed and figure out what to do for the next...holy crap it's been almost an hour...I got up off my bed and started looking for some clothing, I put on some panties and a bra. Then I chose a black sundress with a white daisies floral pattern, I slid that on then found some flats and put those on. I looked presentable in my mother's eyes, I chuckled lightly and gathered my stuff to start bringing it downstairs. After about 10 minutes of bringing stuff downstairs I had completed bringing everything I would need down by the front door so it was ready to go when Amy got here. I sat down on the couch and turned on my laptop and began looking at the job offer I had received a month and a half ago, the whole reason I was leaving my mother to go to the city. The job was for a company in the city working on their software engineering team. I was going to be doing something I considered to be a hobby as well as a passion, for pay! Nothing was better than this, I just wish I didn't have to move to the city away from everyone here. I was glad that Amy was coming along though, she had been accepted to a college in the city on a sports scholarship. Amy was my best friend since I was younger, she was the daughter of my dad's best friend. When I first met Amy we were both about 10, and we instantly became friends and despite our obvious major differences we've maintained a pretty good friendship throughout the years. At first glance of Amy you could tell that she was a girlie girl, you could probably tell that she was into sports due to her long and slender body. She wasn't super thin though, she definitely had muscle tone, but she was more thin than muscular. Amy also had a nice pair of C cup breasts with a wonderfully tight butt. To say that I had a crush on Amy was an understatement. As I was growing up and I came to the realisation that I was a lesbian I also realised that I was in love with Amy. I found her to be the most attractive girl in the entire town, and quite frankly she was really the only girl I knew in the town. But that still didn't hinder my thinking of how beautiful, smart and talented she was. Ever since I realised I was in love with Amy I've been working on getting over my feelings for her, because it was a total waste of my time. Amy was straight, and has had multiple boyfriends. As much as Amy and I shared throughout the years, Amy still didn't know about me being a lesbian yet, and she definitely didn't know about my feelings for her. I was just absolutely afraid to tell her anything about that, I didn't want to get outcasted, because even though Amy and I were friends I was still afraid that it could happen. After a little bit I heard a honking coming from outside. I poked my head out the window and there was Amy in her truck. I closed my laptop and stuffed it in the bag then proceeded to open the door for Amy. 5 minutes later we had finished packing up my bags in the back of her truck and was on the road. Riding to the city started off as pretty normal, but it quickly turned into awkward when Amy brought up the subject of guys. Namely why I wasn't seeing anyone at the moment or ever have had a boyfriend before. I quickly dispelled the comments on my love life from Amy by telling her that I wasn't interested in a relationship yet, that I haven't met the right person yet. She finally gave up and we continued our ride with awkward silence. "You're not gay are you?" Amy said chuckling lightly. "No..." I said a little tepidly. Amy looked at me weirdly, something like a smile with a little bit of disbelief and shock. "You are gay, aren't you?" Amy said still staring at me with that weird expression. Immediately I started crying, "Yes..." I said with a little bit of hatred in my voice. I was angry, scared, shy, happy, and a whole slew of emotions all mixed into one. For so long I've wanted to tell someone but I've been extremely scared too because I didn't want to be outcasted by my friends and family. But now this was different, Amy seemed to have a bit of caring demeanor towards it. "Fi, why didn't you tell me? This is big, we have to tell everyone, Oh my..." at the mention of telling everyone I immediately began to freak out and I screamed no at the top of my voice. I pulled out my laptop, turned it on and plugged in my earphones. I just needed to think, no distractions. Generally to distract myself I would have been playing music really loud and programming but this was different, I looked at my battery level it was at 60 percent. I figured that would be enough to last me the rest of the trip if I was careful, and I began working on my latest project while listening to some music. I could hear Amy trying to get my attention but at this moment I didn't want to speak to her. I just told her that I needed to be alone for a bit and to stop bothering me. A few minutes later the truck pulled over and Amy was shaking me trying to get me to answer her. I pulled out my headphones and told her we can talk later that I just needed to think about stuff for now. For what seemed like hours, but was actually only about an hour and a half, we finally arrived at our apartment. I closed my laptop and rolled up my headphones and got out of the truck. I quickly looked around to see the scenery, it was just an average city, finally Amy said that she would go in and get the door open and that I should start bringing up our bags. I started pulling bags from the back of the truck and carrying them up the stairs to our apartment, when I finally had made it into the apartment it was quite nice, it had: 2 rooms, 1 washroom, a den and kitchen combined, and a closet next to the door. "Pretty good for a couple of kids fresh out of school dontchya think?" Amy had said excitedly. "Yeah it's nice" I responded still slightly upset by the issue in the truck. "Fi, we need to talk..." Amy said sounding a bit upset. To be honest she really did have every right to be upset with me, I did kind of freak out a bit too much. "Later please?" I responded slightly upset but a little eager. "Fine" Amy said sounding a bit upset about having to wait, honestly I don't understand why she's acting this way about it. After bag after bag into the apartment for a half hour we were finally done. Now the fun of unpacking everything could begin. I quickly claimed the smaller room and left Amy to have the bigger one. Normally someone would claim the bigger room first but the smaller room was tucked away out of sight so I immediately was attracted to it due to its seclusion. The room was okay, but it was small. It had the bed that Amy and her father had brought up a couple days before for me, and a desk that I asked if they could bring up so I had a place to work at, but other than that it was pretty much empty. It took about another half hour for me to unpack the rest of my stuff. When I was finally finished I quickly dropped down onto the bed and took a nap. I awoke later, it was dark and my door was open, I could hear Amy and her father chatting out in the other room and I immediately got out of my bed and walked out. I was worried that Amy was telling her father about me. I could see and smell pizza by time I got out there, Amy and her father were sitting on the couch talking. Both of them looked over at me as I walked out and I immediately felt very awkward and shy. "Did you?" I mouthed to Amy and she shook her head. I felt relieved to hear that and took my place in a chair next to the couch. We chattered for a couple of hours before Amy's father decided to head home, he was happy to see that we made it here safely and that we were generally settled in to the new place. A few minutes after Amy's father had left there was an awkward silence in the room, so I took the liberty to start the discussion. "Listen Amy I'm sorry I didn't tell you" I said after clearing my throat. "Honestly Fi, I'm not really surprised by it. It makes more sense that you are a lesbian than it does than you just aren't interested in a relationship right now" she said. "As long as you're not trying to do anything with me I'm fine with it, honestly" Amy said. At that point I wasn't that excited by what I wanted to say, not that I thought I would get anywhere with it. "Well see...I realized it when I was younger because I was really attracted to you, and I most certainly developed a huge crush on you" I said in a barely audible voice. I was afraid to mention it but I felt that I should get it out there that I was attracted to her a lot, just so there wasn't any more surprises. "Oh..." Amy said lightly with a hint of disappointment in her voice. I was afraid of this, so I quickly added that I wasn't going to try anything with her because I knew my boundaries. I would generally say anything to keep my friendship with Amy. Not only was she my best friend, well actually only friend, but I was also in love with her. Doing something that would jeopardize that would be the worst thing I could do, and currently it wouldn't be hard to do that. It was getting late so I told Amy that was going to bed. I needed to be up early in the morning for my first day at work. I awoke around 6:30. Sliding out of my bed I realized that there was a light on in the den. When I walked out Amy was sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine. "Morning" I groaned, still slightly groggy from just waking up. I walked past Amy and into the bathroom. I slid off my clothes and jumped into the shower and turned on the hot water. Normally I would have been exploring myself a bit more in the shower but I didn't have long as I would have to be at the office to meet Anne in a half hour. I finished up in the shower and headed out the door into my room to get dressed. As I was going through my clothes I realised that my mum had packed all my clothes for me, meaning I would have to go back and get the rest of my clothes - mainly the ones that my mother didn't like me wearing. I grumbled a bit about it, but praised her that I would be forced to wear something presentable. I would generally prefer to be clothed in something a bit more relaxed, but I ended up choosing something that more resembled a church girl. I wasn't necessarily faithful and I don't plan on bringing that up for the sake of disagreement but my clothes were definitely something that could resemble a girl that was going to church. Long white skirt, white top, some knee high socks and some standard white underwear. I was good to go, I had 15 minutes to spare not including a 10 minute walk to the office. As I was walking out the door I realised that Amy had gone into the shower after I had left it, she must have something to do today as well. While I was walking I kept thinking about this morning, and how I had said morning to Amy but she didn't even acknowledge me. It was weird for her to do something like that. Normally people would consider us to be more of the sisterly like friends than just normal friends. Anne Pt. 01 I finally made it to the office with a couple minutes to spare and politely checked in and sat in the waiting room. Before long a beautiful, no absolutely gorgeous, woman walked into the room. "Fiona?" she said in a frenchish accent, I stood and greeted her. This woman was tall and lanky. She reminded me of a fashion model. "Hi, I'm Anne. I'll be showing you around the building and getting you settled in." she said in that super sexy accent. I couldn't believe that this was the Anne that I have been communicating with. This woman looked like she should be on the cover of Vogue. As we walked around the building, she was showing me where everyone worked and the different segments of the building, I couldn't stop staring at this gorgeous woman's arse and how it was so tight and big. I believe that she even caught me a couple times staring but I calmly played it off as just looking at something else. By the end of the half hour tour of the building I was delighted that I was out of view of this woman before things got worse for me. Throughout the tour I could feel myself burning up between my legs and by the end of it I thanked god that I was wearing a loose skirt because otherwise I'm sure I would have looked a little wet down there. I blushed when I thought that I could have been dripping wet. Even though I was glad that she wasn't tormenting me with her looks and was off working herself, I was sad because I wanted to see her more. The rest of my day went by slowly. It was mostly just watching videos and taking tests. Mostly regarding workplace behavior and safety, but also about programming. It was closing time and I was allowed to leave and come back for part 2 of the orientation tomorrow...yay I thought sarcastically. As I was leaving the building I noticed that there was still a light on in Anne's office so I stopped by to see if she was in there. She was. I knocked on the opened door slightly and asked her if she was free for a moment, she said she was and told me to sit down. "What's up?" She said as I sat down. "Nothing much...I was just wondering if you would be interested in having a drink with me..." I trailed off at the end, because I was a little afraid of her getting the wrong idea. Don't get me wrong now Anne was definitely bangable, but I was more interested in just making some friends right now...so I thought. "Sure, can I just finish up here first?" she responded. I was shocked at how easy that was. "Okay...I'll just be out here waiting" I said as I got up and proceeded to leave her office so she could work in peace. After about about 10 minutes, Anne came out of her office ready to go. I still couldn't get over her beauty and slightly stared as she came out. I snapped out of my half stare and proceeded to follow her to the elevator. In the elevator I asked if she knew of any place we could get a drink and she mentioned that she knew of a place we could go that was right down the street. We exited the building and headed down the street. After about another 5 minute walk we were at the entrance to a small pub that didn't look too busy from the outside looking in but when we got into it there was a few people in there already. Mostly just some older gentlemen sitting around and the bartender. We took our places at the bar and the bartender came over and asked what we would like to drink. I have only drank a couple times and wasn't necessarily sure what to get so I just said a light ale. Anne had a darker looking ale. We mainly just joked around and chattered about our day for a while till she brought up me. She began questioning me about my life and how I got where I am. I began spinning my life's tale to her and she just sat patiently and listened to everything; the good, the bad, the boring and the fun. After I had finished my story, she bought me and her another ale as we both had finished them somewhere through the story. I also asked her about her story, then I proceeded to listen to every word as if it were the last words I'll ever hear. Anne told me she grew up and lived in Paris for a long time before coming here a couple years ago to find work. She was the daughter of a model and a CEO. Her mother had passed away from cancer a year before she had left Paris. Her father had stayed around because of business. When she was younger she was a child model, and lived a lavish lifestyle because of her parents. She preferred though to work with people so she got a herself a degree in human resources. Then she began working at the company we work for now. She was now 23 and doing extremely well on her own. After about 3 hours, and several ales later, I was feeling quite drunk. I knew I was drunk. I was slurring my words and I could definitely feel I was a bit wobbly. Anne and I had been talking for so long and I was getting extremely horny because of her. I told her that I had to go home because it was getting late and that I would see her at work tomorrow. I got up from my stool and fell over, Anne quickly knelt down and picked me back up. I mentioned to her that I didn't drink much, she laughed, but that I was quite drunk right now. Anne, bless her, carried me all the way home. Not like pick up and carry me home but drunk and halfway passed out drunk carry home. Finally we made it to Amy's and my apartment and I fumbled giving her the key to it but we made it inside. Amy was sitting on the couch watching tv and I laughed at her, for god knows why, as Anne carried me into my room. Anne dropped me down gently onto my bed and turned off the light and left my room. I almost wanted to scream at her for leaving me so sexually frustrated but I knew better, I could hear Amy and Anne talking about me and what was going on out in the other room till everything went black and I was asleep. I awoke with the biggest hangover I had ever had in the morning. It was about 5 am and my head was pounding. I felt the need to throw up. I ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. A few minutes later Amy came in and handed me a tylenol and a glass of water, I thanked her. "Is she your girlfriend?" Amy said breaking the silence. "No. Just a coworker..." I trailed off thinking about Anne becoming my girlfriend. "You know she's gay right?" Amy mentioned a few minutes later. Anne Pt. 02 Everyone in this story is 18 or older. This is chapter 2 of a longer story that I will hopefully be uploading here soon. Enjoy - Asyncronous ***** It was a couple months since that night with Anne. After that night everything seemed a bit awkward with Anne. She still hasn't told me herself that she's into women, but I know. I decided tonight was the night, the night I was going to get Anne to tell me the truth. Once Anne would tell me the truth I would tell her the truth about myself and we would live happily ever after together, or so I thought. I chuckled under my breath and then realised I had been staring at my laptop's screen for over an hour without doing any work. Work had been going well and normally after work Anne and I would hang out at the pub or something. Over these past few months, Anne and I had become quite close, becoming good friends. This was what was driving me nuts about it. It wasn't like Anne and I had only been out that night and maybe a couple nights after, but it was more like we were dating. I could feel myself becoming wetter thinking about being in a relationship with Anne. Of course we weren't dating. Neither of us knew each other's secret, at least according to Amy. I looked up and sighed. I had spent most of the night already daydreaming and contemplating things pertaining to Anne and have hardly gotten any work done. I could hear Amy coming in the house with our dinner. I closed my laptop and walked out into the den where I could see Amy unpacking our chinese. Another thing that was on my mind was Amy. Amy and I have been starting to drift apart from what we were. We had been best friends, now...not so much. I'm normally not good with socialising. I can however, usually sense when something is up with someone - especially Amy. I took my place next to Amy and started questioning her about Anne. "Did Anne really tell you that she was gay?" I asked her breaking the ice from the silence that was there. "No, but I could however tell that she was," She said in an almost shocked voice. I figured she would be a bit shocked about it because it was kind of out of the blue. "How could you tell? I couldn't even tell," I said kind of shocked that Amy didn't even mention this before. I thought that Anne had told her all along that she was gay. Damn, I knew I shouldn't have worked myself up with this. I was starting to feel doubtful about this entire scenario. I figured maybe Amy was wrong and that maybe Anne wasn't gay. She didn't even seem like the gay type..wait, was there a gay type? From that the questions just started flooding into my head about what was gay and what wasn't. "Well, it was mostly just the way she looked when I had asked her if you were her girlfriend," Amy said in a more upbeat manner. I thought about that for a second. If Amy was able to figure out that I was gay, then maybe she could figure out that Anne was gay too. I laughed at the idea of Amy having a gay-dar like they say in movies and television. "She kind of blushed at the idea too" Amy said teasingly. Damn she knew I liked Anne. Then it dawned on me, Anne knew I was gay! Damn, so much for the element of surprise. I chuckled at that too, "surprise I'm gay," I chuckled a bit too loud and Amy kinda looked at me like I was weird. We mainly just continued chatting random stuff after that, nothing too much about Anne. She asked how work was going for me and I told her that it was fun but super boring at times. Most of the time I didn't get to code like I wanted to, I mainly just did cleanup for the rest of the guys. I asked her how school was going and she said that it was mostly routine, not much in the way of events. After dinner I helped Amy clean up and told her I was going out for a stroll. As I was walking around the block a man came up behind me and grabbed me by the neck. I felt something sharp in my back and the next thing I knew a hand was over my mouth and he was pulling me into the alley. "Scream and I'll stab you. Fight and I'll stab you. Got it?" He whispered in a harsh tone. I nodded. Honestly what else could I do, I wasn't necessarily a tough girl so I couldn't fight my way out of this. I could scream but he had a knife to my back. I let him have his way with me. I could feel him penetrating me with his penis. After that everything went dark. All I remember from that night was walking around like I was lost until late when Amy finally called my phone asking where I was. I told her I was fine and that I would be home in a moment. I was close to the house anyway, but was I really fine? I was just raped by some stranger. Honestly at this moment I just needed to get a shower and go to bed. I sighed as I walked into the apartment building and walked up the stairs to our apartment. Finally I was home and safe. I contemplated for the longest time in the shower if I had done the right thing by not telling anyone. I burst into tears in the shower and began crying for over a half hour. After I stopped crying I finally pulled myself out of the shower and into some pajamas. I then walked into my room and flopped onto my bed. "Fiona?!" I awoke with a startle. It was Amy and she was in my room shaking me, she looked scared. "Yeah?" I responded slightly groggy. "What time is it?" I asked looking at my clock. Damn it was still only 4:30 am. "Are you okay? You were screaming and kicking in your sleep..." Amy said extremely worried. At this moment, this is the moment that I have regretted all my life. "Yeah I'm fine just a nightmare okay?" I responded, lying. I knew I was lying to my best friend, but honestly I didn't want to scare her or make her worry. I did however want this night to be over, and everything to go back to the way it was. "Are you sure?" She asked. Again the most regretful thing I ever did was lie about it. I'm sure if I could have done it all over again I would have told her the truth. Hell I wouldn't even have gotten into the shower, I would have been at the police station getting examined and everything so they could catch the bastard that did this. "Yes" I said, annoyed. Of course the annoyance in my voice was somewhat genuine, I was annoyed that she was still pestering me about it. At the same time I wish she had asked me again. Maybe if she had asked me again I would have finally said something about it. I rolled over and tried to get back to sleep, but I couldn't. Finally after lying there for another half hour I got up and went out into the den. I got some milk and sat down on the couch and just contemplated life. Of all things that could have happened, this had to be the one thing that actually did. I kept thinking that this wasn't fair, that I didn't deserve it. Then I came to the conclusion that I did deserve it. I lied to all my friends and family about being gay. I've done other bad things. All that is just being repaid by this one horrible event. I felt like I deserved it. I sighed, got up and walked into my room. I walked over to my bags and pulled out my little black box. This was another thing that I kept from people. I sighed again. This was the first time in months that I've had to do this. At this moment though I needed this, I felt nothing other than the need to cut. I sat down on my bed and stripped off my shorts and panties and began my ritual of making small cuts on the insides of my thighs. I could see prior scars and it wasn't very nice down there. There were many, but they were fading out and most of the ones that were there aren't there anymore. After about 5 minutes of cutting I finally felt a little better and decided that that was enough for the night. I put my clothes back on and went back to sleep. I could feel the cuts sting and bleed. It felt relaxing, but at the same time reminded me of why. I know that cutting was a bad idea, and generally something that teenagers did to gain attention. This was different though, I wasn't using it for attention, I was using it for a way to feel. I knew I was depressed, I know other people could sense it too at times, but I never let it show. Cutting just seemed to help me feel alive, something I barely felt on some days. Days like now, where all I felt was just hollow like an empty shell. I awoke to my alarm going off it was 6:00. I sighed and contemplated calling in sick today. Reluctantly I got up and began getting ready for work. I quickly went into the bathroom before Amy could see me. I started stripping, I removed my shorts and panties. I could see the aftermath of last night. I then removed my shirt and jumped into the shower. After my shower I still had about a half hour before I had to get to work, so I decided to eat some breakfast. A few minutes after sitting down Amy sat down next to me. "So you going to tell me what happened last night?" She said in a stern voice. "Nothing happened last night...I swear" I said reluctantly. Why on earth was I even fighting it? Why couldn't I tell her what happened? Why was I lying to my best friend? All these questions were running through my head a mile a minute. I kind of just shrugged it off and continued eating my cereal since Amy seemed done with her questions. After finishing my cereal I headed straight to work. I had a few minutes by time I got there so I proceeded to go to Anne's office and asked her if she would like to have some drinks tonight. She mentioned she would be available and would love to. Finally I reached my work station and began working. Work was so much of a bore today. Not much was to be worked on since we were in the midst of finishing up a project. Everyone involved could mostly relax. So I basically just spent the day thinking about what I'm going to say to Anne to get her to reveal herself to me. Honestly I couldn't think of anything relatively worth saying that wouldn't sound like I knew the truth. If it was the truth...I began worrying again. All the doubt kept on flooding in on me, making this sound like the worst idea possible. Finally I was able to shrug if off and decided that I should just go along with it and see what happens. If she isn't then she isn't but if she is...what then? Damn I thought I had all of this figured out. I figured I shouldn't be worrying about this right now as I should be working, but it kept creeping up in my mind every time I had the chance to think about something. At closing time I was very glad to be getting out of work. It had been a long boring day that just kept droning on and on. I also finally got to see Anne. I walked over to Anne's office and knocked. She opened her door and motioned for me to come in, she looked distraught. I sat down in the extra chair and waited for her to speak. "Fiona, may I confide something in you?" She said in a slightly worried and distressed tone. Maybe this was the moment I've been waiting for? I figured I would play along before I got my hopes up. "Of course Anne. You can always confide in me if you need to." I said sincerely. "My father was diagnosed with cancer last year, and now he's told me that he would like me to take over his company when he passes" She said with a bit of relief. "Wow! first of all I'm sorry about your father. Second, is taking over his company something that you don't want to do?" I asked a bit stunned. "Well I would love to but I don't think I'm qualified to run this company," She said. "Wait your father is the owner of this company? This company? The one we are currently working for?" I asked completely shocked. "Yes, I thought you knew..." She trailed off a bit after that. "No I didn't and I can't say I'm not shocked," I told her. "Well it's just something that I don't think I can do," She said. "I think you can, you're smart, and beautiful, and lovely and kind, and sweet.." I trailed off at the end because I thought I was gushing a bit to her." "Heh, you're sweet Fiona. If you were gay I..." She trailed off a bit again. I was stunned though I thought she knew I was gay...apparently not but I thought so. "Anne? May I confide something in you?" I asked a bit scared about what I was planning on saying. "Of course you can sweetie" She said. "I am gay, I just..." I said before I was cut off by her. "Still, how you say?, 'in the closet'?" She said in her wondrous french accent. "Yeah..." I trailed off thinking maybe she was going to laugh about it. "It's fine, would you like to get those drinks now?" She laughed a bit, I felt a bit upset over it but it was fine. "Yes please" I felt so scared and shy at the moment. I just wanted to get this conversation over with. "Follow me then" She said and walked out of her office. I followed Anne to her car and proceeded to get into it. She pulled out and drove down the street past our usual hang out pub. "Where are we going?" I asked a bit nervously. "You'll see," She said excitedly. After another half hour of riding along we pulled up to a modest looking home. I asked her if this was her place and she turned to me and smiled. Which confirmed my thoughts, it was her home. Honestly I was quite nervous. I hadn't expected her to bring me to her house. After getting out of her car and walking into her house I could tell that she was from money. On the outside you could see that the person that lived here was doing well for themselves, but on the inside you definitely could tell that this person had money. It was furnished well, it had nice fixtures and a lot of state of the art electronics. She motioned me over to the den and told me to sit down on the couch and that she would be right back. A few minutes later Anne returned holding a bottle of wine and 2 glasses. "Wine?" She asked with something I could think of as slightly seductive in her voice. "Yes" I responded a bit hesitantly. To be honest I was quite afraid that I would say something wrong at this moment so I just went along with what Anne had in mind. Anne poured the glasses of wine and took her place next to me. We mostly just chit chatted about her father. We also discussed why she was feeling like she wouldn't be able to take over the company when her father passed. She said it was mainly her knowledge of the software stuff was what scared her away since it was so little. I also found out that her name was actually Annelise, not Anne like I've come to know her. I told her that her name was beautiful and she laughed. After a couple more glasses of wine Anne leaned in and kissed me. I was dumbfounded but at the same time I could feel myself growing wetter between my legs. I even think I slightly moaned when she kissed me too. "You know Fiona, ever since I met you I hoped that you were gay. I thought you were so beautiful and sweet" She said. I was stunned she thought I was beautiful? I was ugly compared to her. She was one that looked like she should be on the cover of Vogue. While I looked more homely and kinda geeky. She kissed me again. This time more passionately than before, and I could definitely feel the wetness between my legs now. We kept on kissing and by the time she got up and pulled me off the couch I was almost ready to plead for her to make me cum. She pulled me towards the bedroom and I was following her like a robot. What have I got myself into? Anne Pt. 03 Everyone in this story is 18 or older. This is just chapter 3 of a longer story that I will hopefully be uploading here soon. Enjoy. - Asyncronous ***** Anne and I had finally made it to the bedroom. I...I don't know what I was feeling. I was flooded with a plethora of different emotions: lust, timidity, joy, anticipation. I was slightly drunk so that didn't help. It was lowering my reasoning. All I wanted right now was Anne. Even though it was my first time I was still experiencing so much lust for Anne at that moment that I didn't think I could pull myself away from it. I began kissing Anne so passionately it looked like we should be at the end of a long war movie when the soldier comes home. As I was exploring her mouth with my tongue she pulled away. I whined. Anne guided me to her bed and then pushed me down onto it. She began stripping off her clothes in an extremely erotic way. First she was teasing me with pretending to take her top off before turning around and taking it off. I could feel my loins were burning with desire. She unclasped her bra and turned around. She had magnificent looking breasts. Glorious orbs that seemed to defy the laws of physics by standing so perky upon her chest. I immediately felt jealous of her because of my almost non existent breasts. Anne then straddled me and began kissing me and taking my top off. When she finally managed to get it off she reached around and unclasped my bra. Anne began kissing me more and grinding herself on me. I could hear her moaning in her sexy french voice. I figured now was the perfect opportunity to flip the tables on her and flipped her over onto the bed in a playful manner. I got off her and the bed then proceeded to strip off my bottoms as seductively as I possibly could. As I was pulling down my bottoms I could see a huge wet spot in my panties. I laughed slightly in my head realising how turned on I was. I went over to Anne on the bed and she quickly pulled me down onto the bed and sat on top of me. Damn she was quick and strong for her physique. She leaned in and began kissing and licking my neck sensually. God I was turned on. Anne began moving down to my breasts and teased me the entire way. She really knew how to work a woman. By time she made it to my breasts and began suckling on them I was screaming "please" to her. She reached up and put her finger over my lip in a motion to hush me while she was suckling and kissing my breasts. Finally after the long "torment" of her toying with my breasts she began moving lower and lower down to my pussy. Finally when Anne made it down to my pussy I felt relieved. Everything stopped. What was she doing? I looked down. She was just staring. "Fiona? Honey? What's this?" She asked confused. Shit I forgot all about them. My scars from cutting. Shit. Shit. Shit. I sat up in bed and pulled her close. "Can we talk about this later? I'm uhh you know..." I said meekly. She chuckled lightly. "Yes, but we will discuss this later." She said sternly. She kissed me on the cheek and then began her wonderful descent down my body and back to my pussy. Truth be told it almost killed the mood, but she brought me right back up there fast. When she made it to my pussy again she began kissing around it. A couple kisses later and I could feel her tongue on my pussy, boy did it feel good. In seconds I was ready to cum. I was squirming trying to pull myself away from her because it was too much, but she held onto me tight and wouldn't let me go anywhere. I was screaming her name and grasping the bedsheets tight. Then finally I came...hard. Next thing I knew Anne was on top of me kissing me all over. I could hardly move so I just let her attack my body with her mouth. When I was finally able to get the strength to move again I grabbed Anne and pulled her close. I began kissing her, as best as I could because I didn't have a whole lot of experience with it. I started my descent on her only to have her pull me back up. "No. Maybe some other time my love. For now we need to talk." She said sternly. After that we began a long conversation about my life and what the scars meant and why they were there. I even told her about the rape. At the end of the talk I could see the sun coming out and that reminded me of work. "Anne? We need to get to work soon." I said. "Don't worry about it. We will just call in sick." She said while rubbing my arm. "You sure?" I questioned her. "Of course. Perks of dating the boss's daughter." She said and chuckled. I wasn't sure if it was what just happened before, or the fact that Anne was inferring we were in a relationship. "Does that mean?..." I said kinda trailing off for a second because I was worried that it was just a slip of the tongue. She leaned in and kissed me then leaned over to my ear and whispered a light "yes" in a seductive tone. She then began nibbling on my ear a little causing me to shudder a bit because of a wave of arousal flowing through me. I returned the kiss but I pushed her away after a few seconds. "Anne, I need to get back to my house before Amy starts freaking." I said. Reality is a bitch sometimes. I would have preferred to stay at Anne's forever but Amy would freak if she didn't hear anything from me by the morning. Which it was. So Anne and I got dressed and rode over to my house. The beginning of the ride there was filled with awkward silence till Anne decided to try and hold my hand while driving. I pulled my hand away and she apologized. "Sorry" She said. "No, it isn't you it's just I've never had a girlfriend before." I said sort of meekly. "oh...OH..." She responded a bit overzealously in the last part. "So that means that I was your first, yes?" She questioned. I could see a hint of something I've only ever seen in her eyes once before. "Yeah..." I trailed off because it sounded stupid for a 19 year old girl to have no sexual experience at all. "Wonderful!" Anne said. I blushed. I was worried that I would turn her off on me because of my lack of experience but she seemed more pleased that I was lacking in experience. The rest of the ride was surprisingly calm. There wasn't much of a discussion just chit-chat. When we made it home though there was hell. Amy was freaking out on me because she hadn't heard from me for a while and immediately thought the worst, which given my prior experience with this city is fine. "Where have you been?" Amy scolded me like my mum as Anne and I walked through the door. "Ummm" I said hesitantly looking at Anne. "She was with me" Anne looked at Amy with a weird facial expression. Looked something like a cross stare and a stern look. But thank god for Anne taking control of the situation. "OH. You two fucked didn't you?" Amy questioned in a mocking way. Immediately I began blushing bright bright red. I just kinda stared at Anne to see if she would catch on and help me out of this situation. "Yes we did" Anne said. Geez was she going to tell Amy everything or something? "And honestly Fiona here was beautiful." Anne said matter-of-factly. I was about ready to leave when Anne pulled me close and gave me a long kiss and told me she would be back later tonight because she had some errands to run. I was tired so I got in the shower then took a light nap, all the while thinking about Anne.