This story is actually 100% true. All the names have been changed in the interest of privacy.
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In 2014 I moved to Los Angeles; I bounced around renting room to room and the occasional sublet on an apartment. Ultimately I could not find financial stability and I was struggling to get by. Not long after I moved to LA my best friends "girlfriend" moved here as well.
I put girlfriend in quotation because my friend Steve had been seeing this girl for two years but it was more of a long distance thing; they lived six hours apart throughout those two years. You see, Steve was at one time in a very serious relationship that lasted about four years; when the relationship went up in flames, he claimed to be done with relationships and wanted to focus on himself.
Long story short: Steve's failed relationship brought on a mass of insecurities and commitment issues. He continued to date and sleep around while keeping his long distance "relationship" going with the girl who lived six hours away; her name is Sarah. Sarah was under the impression that they were mutually exclusive as a couple but not officially together in a "relationship." (I.E. She did not possess the title "girlfriend")
Fast forward to 2016; Steve did not intend on moving to LA but he did continue to date Sarah; he would frequently visit every couple of months and their relationship had progressed whether he wanted to admit it or not but he still refused to put a label on it. The relationship that I was in was coming to an end around this time; I was still struggling financially and I had to find a new place to live.
Steve, who is like a brother to me; after 15 years or so of friendship knew I was going through hard times and offered to let me crash on Sarah's couch. I was hesitant but only because Sarah and I had never gotten along within the four years that I had known her. She always came off as obnoxious and rude; as if she was trying hard to impress Steve when around his friends by talking down to them.
But I was desperate.
I had no other option but to take him up on the offer; while this offer may seem slightly strange, you'd be surprised what this girl was willing to do for Steve. I can't lie, Steve was a very charming person; but with his charm came manipulation and Sarah was hooked deeply under his spell. So I packed my things up and moved into Sarah's apartment.
It was awkward for the both of us at first but we made attempts to co-exist; under the circumstances I was actually very grateful for what she was doing for me even if we hadn't gotten along in the past. We both also made sure to keep our distance from the other so nothing... "complicated" would happen.
Within the first month Sarah and I had warmed up to each other quite well and it didn't take long after that until she started to try and dig up the past. A few years back, she had suspicions that Steve was cheating on her after seeing a girl post something about him online that hinted at the fact they were dating. Which was absolutely the case; I remember the girl and the situation vividly. Steve had been dating a girl from our hometown for at least six months behind her back and I remember Sarah actually calling him out about it at the time.
I suppose, Steve had convinced her that nothing was going on because Sarah had convinced herself that nothing happened between the two of them. She couldn't have been more wrong; so when she said:
"I don't like that girl. I never trusted her, Steve said nothing happened between them and it's the only time I ever slightly doubted him."
I had no choice but to back my friend up and defend his story.
"Yeah, I remember that girl. I only ever saw her around once or twice and Steve and I are always together."
Her response was very modest, to say the least.
"I mean I know he's your best friend and you wouldn't tell me if anything did happen between them but I know nothing happened and I do believe him."
Sarah and I personally never had any issues with each other in the time that I lived with her other than one petty argument that was fueled by the master manipulator himself, Steve. This was relatively early on and once it was settled it was smooth sailing from there on out.
I'm sure you're wondering, "Can a guy and a girl live together without anything happening between them?" And the answer is, yes. I ended up living with Sarah for two years and not one thing happened between us the entire time I lived with her. In fact, I had never found her attractive in the past.
Sarah was a few inches shorter than me, standing around 5'4; she was considerably thick weighing in around 160 lbs. She had thick thighs and a fat ass; she also had two incredibly large enhanced fake breasts that were both DD's. Her hair was dyed a dark red and her body was covered in tattoos. All of the above considered, I never once was attracted to her in the past. Perhaps it was her personality or maybe it was because she was Steve's girl and I'd heard all the stories about him filling up every hole on her body many times over.
All that considered... I did start to check her out way more after moving in with her. My friends would even ask if anything was going on between us or if I had ever thought about it. I never admitted it but yeah, I had thought about it. How couldn't I? Between her Instagram (where she constantly posts near nude modeling / lingerie photos) and her walking around the house in small tank tops and tight spandex shorts, how couldn't I?
Even when I tried my hardest it was impossible to not check her out; her tits were constantly busting out of whatever top she was wearing and her ass was always hanging out of her shorts. I'd have sex dreams about her every now and again.
The dreams felt so real I could have sworn they were; I'd be asleep on the couch and it would be pitch black in the living room. I'd feel the soft and wet suction of someone's mouth sliding up and down my hard shaft. I'd wake up and see the silhouette of her voluptuous body; my eyes would slowly adjust to the darkness and I'd finally be able to make out the face. It was Sarah and she was gagging and choking herself on my cock just like all the times I'd heard Steve talk about how great she was at deep throating.
But alas, that never happened.
Steve would only come visit every once in a while. Every month or two... Or three. He wasn't around alot. I knew Sarah's sex drive had to be through the roof and every time Steve was in town I could faintly hear the soft moans coming from the bedroom every night as I laid on the couch trying to fall asleep. I tried my best to be respectful and drown out the noise but my mind continued to wander.
Occasionally when Sarah was at work she might ask me to grab something from her room or check on something in her room and I'd do as asked. I could never not notice the plethora of sex toys she had lying around her room; I always made sure to mention it to her as well. Although I had constant access to her room, her lingerie, her vibrators, and butt plugs; I opted not to bother any of them despite my curiosities.
Throughout the two years her perception of her relationship with Steve only grew stronger; she believed that she was his girlfriend and he was her boyfriend. She told her friends and family this; despite Steve never confirming it. She'd say off the wall things like:
