2 comments/ 30935 views/ 8 favorites Forgetting Her Mistake By: rush4torque I like to think I'm a nice person. I try to be that quiet-but-helpful girl people at least notice. But even after two years, I'm still basically "That Quiet Asian Girl Who Opens Doors for People". Oh crap, I didn't even introduce myself to you, and I'm already blathering about how crappy life is. My name is Rumiko Takahashi, and I'm 19 years old. I have light blues eyes and chocolate hair. If you had seen me during the course of the school day, you probably wouldn't know I existed. I'm sort of invisible like that. Who you WOULD have noticed is my roommate and senior, Annette Crawford. She's one of the most popular people in our college for two reasons; A. She's is unbelievably beautiful, and B. She has not had sex with anyone in her life. Add those together and you get the most sought after prize on campus. She could always be found at a bar or club, always tempting the locals with her voluptuous body. She had 34C breasts and a body like a coke bottle. I, on the other hand, was barely a B cup, and my body was more sprite bottle then coke. I wasn't fat, by any means, but I wasn't exactly supermodel either. As such, I had grown use to her staying out late, coming home at 3 A.M. and collapsing on our couch, never making it to bed. I would never go out. I was always at home, either studying for my next paper, or playing World Of Warcraft. In fact that was what I did on an unusual evening, when I got a call from Anne. "Hiiiii Rumi!" She was slurring words; she clearly had a lot that night. "Are you coming home soon Anne?" I never hid how worried I got about her. "Soon, Rumi. I met this one guy, and he's sooo cute! I think I might let him drive me home!" I sighed. "Okay, Anne. Just make sure he didn't drink or anything likes that, okay?" She giggled. "Of course. Wait, he's calling me over. I gotta go!" She didn't even wait for me to say goodbye. I didn't think about it too much. Anne was a smart girl, after all. I trusted her to come home late, like she always did. I turned on the T.V. and fell asleep on the couch to an old documentary. When I woke up around 9 the next day, something felt very wrong. For one thing, when I woke up I was still on the couch, curled up under my blanket. If Anne had come home, she would have slept on the couch with me, because she's usually too sloshed to even make it to her bed. Second, I didn't even hear Anne come through the door last night. What if she didn't come home at all? As if responding to my request, I heard keys jingling in the lock to our door. In ran Anne, tears streaming down her face. I got up, but before I could even ask what was wrong, she threw her arms around me, clenching them around my neck. "Oh my God, Rumi I'm such an idiot!" I had to force her at forearms length away from me so I could look at her. "Calm down, Anne. Start from the beginning." She stared into my eyes, full of despair. "You remember that guy I told you about? Well, we were talking and he wanted to buy me a drink, so I Iet him. One of my friends said she saw him put something in my drink, but I just called her a jealous bitch and stormed off. I slammed it down, and then everything went black." She was shaking worse than before. "I woke up in his apartment, he was gonna- H-he was g-gonna..." She couldn't bring herself to finish it. "...But he was too much of a wimp. He just slept with me. When he told me I punched him and ran away. But Rumi, what if he did? What if he-?" She broke down and collapsed in my arms again. I led her to the couch and we sat down. She buried her face in my chest, tears soaking through my nightshirt. I stroked her hair calmly, being as gentle as I could. After a few more minutes of bawling she fell asleep. I stroked her hair for a while longer. I eventually closed my eyes again as well. I woke up around noon, with Anne still sleeping on my chest. Her breathing had slowed down, and her chest rose back and forth as she lay on her side. She was so beautiful. Her platinum hair was frayed, but her natural beauty still shone through. I gently pulled the front wisps of her hair away, revealing her forehead. Bending down, I put my lips gently to her alabaster skin. She shook, but otherwise didn't move. I moved away, and before I could close my eyes, she roused herself and stared at me, peering right into me with her crystalline eyes. I searched for an excuse, any excuse, just to explain myself. "Annette, I-"But before I could finish, she lifted her arm and grazed my cheek with her forefinger. Time stopped as our lips met, softly, before she parted my mouth with her tongue. My tongue held back at first, only becoming more aggressive as my inhibitions faded away. Soon she had turned full-body towards me, pinning me to the couch. "Anne, you-" "Rumiko." Her voice was hard. "I don't want to remember. Make me forget." An order, not a request. I nodded. She sat up for a moment, straddling my thighs. In one deft motion she peeled off her sexy cocktail dress, grabbing the hem of the skirt and pulling it off. I had never seen her body this close, never felt her heat against my legs as my own warmth began to bubble up inside me. "Your turn." She felt my nightshirt's hem and pulled slowly, awaiting my approval. I would not refuse her, eagerly raising my arms as it slid over my head. Anne fell forward again, she in her bra and panties, and myself in my bra and pajama pants. I opened my mouth, expecting her tongue to take me again. Instead she fell on my neck, like a vampire for my jugular. She sucked slowly at first, gaining strength, as I began whimpering, my body hungering for more of her warm mouth. As her mouth moved downward, it stopped at the top of my breasts. I arched my back hoping for her unclasp my bra and free them; instead her mouth went to the flesh above it,licking back and forth, one breast to another, delicate like an art form. My breath became labored, foregoing her and simply unclasping them myself, throwing them into a corner. She licked ever so slowly from the top to the very edge of my nipple, swirling her tongue around it. Lightning was flowing through my bloodstream as my areolas began to swell under her care, she had begun a rhythm, licking one breast and pinching the other's nipple, before switching. "Shit, Anne," I choked out between gasps. "Where did you learn all of this?" She wouldn't answer at first, only working harder. After another sensuous minute, she glanced at me for no more than a second. "I could tell you," She whispered, before wrapping her fingers around my pajama waistband. "But that would spoil the secret." Her tongue found my breast again, but only for a second, because now she was slipping towards my womanhood. Once her tongue reached my waist, she raised my hips and pulled away my pajama bottoms. As they fell to the floor, she began to tug on my panties, but stopped. Instead she bent her head downward again, her mouth loving my warm pussy. I tossed my head backwards as pleasure ran through my lower half and upward. Her mouth opened and closed around the fabric, which was getting more and more soaked as she begin to lick me through my panties. I soon found myself thrusting my hips upward, wanting more, more, of the pleasure it seemed only she could give me. She finally broke rhythm to remove my panties, ripping them away before diving back into my hole. "Oh God, don't stop Anne!" I panted, begged her to not stop until I got to come. She stopped, to my chagrin. "Say my name again." "Huh?" "Say-"She shoved one finger deep into me as I cried out. "-My-"A second finger. "Name!" She took them out and plunged them deep, twisting them around in my box. "Annnnneee!" I drew her name out as long as I could, while she pumped both of the nimble fingers in and out of me. "Anne, Anne, Anne! Don't stop!" She was now giving it to me both ways, her tongue dancing around my lips, her fingers delving into long unexplored waters. Before long, I felt my body arch, my breath leave me, my breasts bounce, as an orgasm began stirring up inside me. "Anne, I think I'm gonna co-"But before I could choke the words out, Anne's tongue flicked over my clitoris as her fingers crooked, pressing against my g-spot. "Oh, fuck!" My girlcream spilled forth, enveloping her as she began lapping voraciously, swallowing as much of my honey as she could. I could no longer contain myself as I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her mouth into my crotch, wanting her to take more and more of me. As my climax subsided, she crawled back next to me, while I tasted the sweet come on her lips. "Thank you, Rumi." She smiled. "No problem," I was suddenly curious. "But wasn't I supposed to help you?" She got up and walked toward her bedroom, swinging her hips. "You will, silly. I was just warming you up." When she got to her doorframe, she gave me the trademark seductive look that had one her so many others. "It's your turn now, Rumiko." Forgetting Her Mistake Ch. 02 Do you ever have one of those days where life just catches you off guard? Where you receive something totally from left field? When your best friend comes home after nearly being raped, falls asleep in your arms, wakes up, and then proceeds to eat you out until you come? Okay, maybe that last one was just me. I was born Rumiko Takahashi, 19 years old, to a good home and overprotective parents. You know that one in-joke where it's always the sheltered girl who's willing to experiment in college? Yep, it's true. Though I hadn't been with anyone until my roommate, Annette Crawford, I had kissed a willing girl or two during my stay in college. But none were the same as Annette. Her breasts were luscious globes, always a crowd-pleaser in tight-knit shirts. When she stretched, she would push her chest out, then giggle as everyone- boys and girls- would try to play off their wayward glances. I'll admit, I was slightly jealous(after all, no one was pining for a chance to ogle my breasts), but her personality was magnetic, so to speak. We became fast friends, sharing secrets and helping each other with homework. It's funny how things change so quickly. On a Sunday morning, she came home in tears, asked me to hold her. Within a few hours, I was screaming her name on our couch. She walked seductively into my room, a provocative wiggle to her hips, and gave me one final command: "It's your turn now, Rumiko." Time stopped. Questions poured into my head. What do I do? What if I fuck up somehow? She read my mind so easily. Holding out her hand, her voice was gentle. "I know your scared. But I trust you." The next few moments were like a slideshow. Click. I stand. Click. I walk slowly, still stumbling from the orgasm I had moments before. Click. Shaking, I take her hand. Click, then my brain shut off. She pulled me slowly; into the distorted Andy Warhol painting that was my room. I was scared. I was worried. I was apprehensive. We stopped right at the edge of my bed. Using her other hand, she grazed my cheek gently. My heart a drum in my chest, I swallowed the lump n my throat and forced myself to speak. "Annie, I have to be honest, I don't think-" She pressed her lips to mine, and suddenly my mind cleared up. When she broke it, I was speechless. "You think a lot. That always was your problem." She lowered herself onto my bed, and I brought myself on top of her. My arms fell on each side of her body. She smiled, and it almost made my arms collapse. "No more thinking, Rumi. Act." She brought my head down to hers. Holy shit, did that kiss turn me on. My mind felt like someone had emptied the recycle bin. No thoughts entered. No thoughts left. My mind turned itself onto auto-pilot. One of my hands slowly drifted up her side. She didn't resist at all, giving herself to me completely. My touch lingered softly, but only for a moment, on the side of her breasts, taking in the soft feel of her breast. I finally let it fall on her nipple, tugged it gently. A low but audible moan crawled from her lips. I pulled my own back, and kissed slowly to her neck. Anne's legs curled around my waist, pressing our holes together. I released her nipple and instead pinned both of her arms to the bed. "No, I'll be taking care of you." I pressed my lips back to her, only harder. I was becoming much more forceful; my tongue was pushing deeper into her mouth, my fingers pressing into my linen sheets, my mind treading deeper and deeper into unexpected waters. For just a moment, she pushed her clit against my own, sending pure electricity rippling through both of our bodies. It wasn't much, but it was something to go on. I closed my eyes and begin grinding into her pussy, rubbing up and down, lips-to-lips. She jumped at first, visibly caught off guard, but she soon got into it, her soft but clear moans of pleasure leaving her mouth into my own. I felt her juices dripping from her pussy, melding with my own. The scent of our honey was driving me insane, and I knew exactly what would quell my thirst. Without warning, I stopped. Anne gave me a very visible 'why the fuck would you stop' look, which quickly became a hopeful smile when she saw me slide between her legs. Once my knees fell onto the rough carpet, I reached under my bed and grabbed something I used very rarely, only when I felt I deserved a reward. After rubbing it up and down my slit, thoroughly coating it in my own juices, I turned a small knob on its base. Before the quiet whirring noise gave her a chance to react, I pressed the tip into her. "Ah!" She gasped in shock at the vibrator now pulsating between her legs. " Rumi, when did you-" Anne tried to choke out, but I only pushed it in deeper, making her squeal in pleasure. "No talking. Just enjoy." I whispered. I pulled it out slowly as I began rubbing it up and down her slit, just as I had been doing earlier. Anne was enjoying herself more than I thought; her moans were becoming more guttural and loud, as she raised her hips off the ground, trying to feel more and more of the vibe inside of her. "Stop t-teasing me," she begged. "Make me cum already-"As she spoke, I pushed my tongue deep inside of her, and pressed the vibrator against her clit. Suffice to say, she came. In truth, she shot more and more girl cream than I could have ever expected. Her body began to buck and shudder as her orgasm ripped through her body. As I lapped and swallowed as much as I could, my face glistened with her juices. As her orgasm subsided, her hips fell back into the bed. Her chest was rising slowly but surely; she was spent in every sense of the word. I pulled myself up to her side. My goal was to kiss her, but suddenly I was rather tired, and my head fell onto her chest. Even though Anne was just as tired, if not more, she brought hers hand to my hair and began to gently stroke it lovingly. "Did I...do good?" I asked timidly, still clutching the vibe in my palm. I suddenly felt my shyness coming back, becoming aware that I had just put my tongue to another girl's pussy, something I dreamed about, but never expected to do. "You did great, Rumiko." Her hand was very comforting, very assuring. My heart was beating slowly, taking on a feeling I had never felt before. It felt like... Love. Oh, shit. Was I falling in love with Anne? Could I tell her that? Am I crazy? Lots of questions I didn't know the answer to began going through my brain. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if she finds someone else? What if- "I Love you, Rumi." She said it so casually, so calm. Like It was the easiest thing in the world. She certainly made me feel that way." I...l-love you too..." My own came out awkwardly, nowhere near as graceful as Anne. But I don't think she really minded. I had never fallen asleep cradled in someone else's arms before, but the comfort and safety I felt as I began drifting back off to sleep were unmatched. That day, I missed a test. And you know what? I didn't give a fuck.