Saving Sophia Ch 01

This is a brand-new story that will be told in multiple parts. I put it in the Erotic Couplings category because the first part has a consensual sex scene. Most of the rest of the story will be NonConsent/Reluctance.

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Joe first met Sophia when she moved into the apartment across the hall from him eight months ago. From the start, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She had a classic beauty as if someone had plucked her out of a black-and-white movie and transported her to today. Her long black hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders, and she had huge brown eyes that drew him in. She wore a University of Georgia sweatshirt, and through her movements, he saw she had a thin body with long legs and ample breasts. His last girlfriend had C cups, and though Sophia was thinner, he could tell they had the same breast size.

He overheard her talking about sophomore classes to her roommate (who he later found out was named Claire). Boxes labeled "BOOKS" in neat handwriting were stacked up outside their apartment while they were moving them in. He offered to help, and that was their first introduction.

"Where would you like these?" Joe asked, his biceps flexing from the weight of four boxes.

He felt her eyes on him, but she looked away quickly. "Against the wall would be great. By the way, I'm Sophia." Her voice had a musical quality, or that was just how Joe was already romanticizing this introduction.

At one point, he happened to see a framed photo of Sophia from last semester. She wore a tight black dress, with two strips of fabric draped from her neck, barely covering her breasts before joining the body of the dress. She wore no bra, and from the angle of the photo, Joe could stare at her side boob and the valley of her cleavage, making his mouth go dry. The dresses hem ended below her thighs and showed off shapely, thin legs. Her black stilettos showed off her pedicured toes painted in red, which matched the color of her lipstick. She posed with one hand on her hip and the other flashing the peace sign with her tongue stuck out into the side in a playful and seductive way. Joe found himself staring at the photo for way too long.

He went on to find out that she just turned nineteen, and she and Claire had met in the Creative Writing program last year in the dorms, but they decided to move out to an off-campus apartment together. Joe had graduated last year from the accounting program, so he was familiar with UGA.

It took him three more days of casual passes in the hallway and quick hellos at the gym in their building to start their simple relationship. Definitely friendly in the beginning. She had a boyfriend, Joshua.

And this guy was a real piece of shit.

The first time Joe met him, Joshua had Sophia's arm grouped in his hand, practically dragging her through the hallway and berating her for not having enough money on her debit card to pay for his dinner at The National, this trendy Mediterranean place in their town of Athens, Georgia. Joe asked if she was okay, and Joshua told him to "shut the fuck up." Joe wanted to choke him out, but Sophia told him she was fine but thank you.

And there were more stories. The worst was when there was a party at an off-campus apartment. Sophia and Claire had invited Joe. Sophia was there alone for a while, and he got to talk to her about her family (her mother was Filipino, while her father was Caucasian). How she was an only child, and how his parents had unfortunately passed away in a car accident two years ago. They bonded over both of them not liking drugs or alcohol, which was rare among other students at UGA. They chatted about modern literature, especially poetry, which she loved. Joe knew about Pablo Neruda, her favorite poet, and she blushed as she recited one of his most famous love poems.

Josh showed up a few minutes later, already heated, already drunk. Sophia was separated from Joe quickly. About twenty minutes later, Joe went to the bathroom and found the door unlocked. There, standing against the wall, was Josh, leaning back with his pants down. Sophia was on her knees as he held her head and thrust into her mouth repeatedly.

"Dude, get the hell out!" Josh shouted and threw a roll of toilet paper out.

Sophia pulled away, leaving a string of saliva between her and Josh. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and glanced at Joe, tears in the corners of her eyes. Joe felt so bad for her when she looked at the floor, shoulders sagging.

"Sorry, the door was unlocked and—"

"Get out!" Josh shouted.

As Joe closed the door, he couldn't help but overhear their conversation.

"Please, Josh, it's already been ten minutes."

"Just keep going. I'll get there. You have to take me to the back of your throat more. Really choke on it."

"Okay, baby, I'll try."

Many thoughts went through Joe's head after that night. One of them involved finding Josh outside, taking a baseball bat to the back of the skull, and dumping him in Lake Oconee. Another involved practicing some high-level jujitsu on each of his limbs.

The next day, Sophia stopped over with some banana bread to apologize for what Joe had seen. She apologized to him?!

"I know you like Josh, and it's none of my business, but he is the most toxic person I have ever met. Sophia, you are incredible. You shouldn't—"

Sophia looked away from him and pushed the dish of banana bread into his hands. "Josh said that I can't really see you. It's just better this way if we keep our distance."

After that day, and given the ultimatum, Joe had to keep seeing her. Lucky for both of them, Josh crossed a line. He had the audacity, or maybe the confidence, to bring a girl to Sophia's apartment when he thought she wasn't coming home. Joe didn't know what inspired her to gain so much strength, but he watched as she broke up with Josh.

"Get out! Both of you and Josh, we are through."

"Baby, I'm sorry. She means nothing to me. It was just this one time."

The other girl stormed out of the apartment, yanking on her top as she moved toward the elevator.

"I did everything for you," Sophia said, her voice cracking. "Give up going home over Christmas to spend the break with you. Give you money to fix your car last week because you lost all your money on DraftKings. I do whatever you want and never ask for anything. And you have sex in my bed?"

Josh glared at her from outside the apartment as he fixed his jeans. "I'm not done with you. You're still mine."

"No, I'm not. If you don't leave me alone, I'll call your father and tell him how you wrecked his boat." She stood in the doorway, arms folded, leaning back on her hip.

Josh's nostrils flared, and he made a fist. At this point, Joe didn't care. He snaked his arm around Josh's throat. A little pressure to his carotid artery and he'd be out in less than ten seconds.

"You are done here," Joe whispered in his ear. "If you ever see her again, ever come to her apartment...I will break you in pieces."

Josh struggled, but with all the strength in the world, he wasn't going to break Joe's arms off his neck.

Maybe Josh got bored with Sophia, or Joe's threat lingered in his mind. Or Sophia's threat was more powerful than anything. In the end, a guy like Josh probably looked at the reward-risk ratio and decided he could get another girl to do everything for him much easier.

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It took a while for Sophia and Joe to hook up after that. She needed time to heal, and he never wanted to push her. Their relationship took its time but grew naturally. A month later, they had their first actual date. Two weeks later, they slept together for the first time. She had never known what real sex was. Josh was her first and had treated her like a sex doll that was only around for his gratification. She had never orgasmed with Josh, and her only goal in sex was to get him off as quickly as possible.

The first time he saw Sophia naked, Joe had a religious experience. A flawless body kneeled before him, her arms loosely crossed in front of her, shyly covering herself. Her perky breasts with dark, hard nipples drew his eyes first. He brought his hands out, palm in both, feeling the weight, and her breath hitched.

"Joe, I…" Her head fell back, and she breathed out a sigh as his thumbs brushed her nipples.

Her hands reached out to grab his shoulders and neck, leaving trails of electricity. When they kissed, she hesitated, aroused but still wary of all the new feelings going through her head. He kissed her cheek, her neck, her collarbone. And as he laid her back on the bed and trailed kisses down her body, she arched her back to press harder against his lips.

"Please…" she whispered as he ran his lips across her inner thighs, teasing her and building the anticipation of what she knew was coming.

The first taste was wet and tangy. Her pink, perfect folds glistened, and when he dragged his tongue along them, she breathed his name. Her back arched again, and she sucked air through her teeth. From there, he found her swollen clit and teased, circled, and sucked it. He was proving to her that someone could care about her pleasure. For Joe, it was even more. He enjoyed seeing the faces she made and hearing the sounds of her pleasure. His erection pressed against the mattress.

"What's happening to me?" Sophia said, her chest heaving, one hand tangled in his hair while the other gripped the sheets. "Oh God…"

Her words fell away as her thighs slammed shut around his head. She cried out as her body shook and her orgasm took hold. Wave after wave of pleasure passed through her, and Joe kept moving his tone to drag out every moment of her release.

When she finally relaxed, he got to his knees and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "How was that?"

She slid her foot up his chest and stared at him through dreamy eyes. "Unbelievable. But now it's your turn. Lay back."

When she rolled on top of him, she started kissing down his body, matching the way he did to her only minutes ago. Instead of any buildup, she took him deep in her mouth, pushing him until he bumped her throat. She gagged and began bobbing roughly. Her eyes instantly watered.

"Hey, hang on," he said, sitting up and lifting her chin.

"Did I do something wrong? If you want, I can go deeper. I just need to —"

"No, Sophia. You don't have to hurt yourself. Doing this for someone should feel good for both of us. It's a gift. Do you even like doing it?"

She pulled back and stared at him, her bottom lip trembling. "I don't know. I never did with…"

"I get it. If you want to try, just take the tip. Use your tongue. Take your time and look at me to read my reactions."

Sophia ran her tongue along his length and moaned. "Like you did with me?"

"Exactly. By the way, what you just did felt amazing."

Her lips curled into a smile, and she stuck out her tongue to lick from base to tip. Joe fell back and brought his hands to the headboard, gripping it tightly.

Sophia took the head of his throbbing cock into her mouth and sucked hard. Joe reached down with one hand, finding hers, and placed it over the rest of his length. "Stroke it like that. Just use your mouth a little. And curl your tongue —oh fuck!"

Sophia brought her tongue under the head and used it to form perfect suction, not even knowing what she was doing. Seeing the reaction spread a wave of contentment through her body and she kept doing it over and over, pushing him close to the edge.

He sat up again and pulled her off. "I need to be inside you."

Her brown eyes turned dark as she straddled his hips. He held his cock and guided her. She was much tighter than any girl he had ever been with, and she bit her lip and whimpered as she sank down.

"Oh my God!"

It took a long minute for her to sheath him fully inside her. Her hips rocked as he sat up and kissed her, squeezing her ass to help her move. When their lips broke apart, she buried her face into his neck.

"I'm so sensitive…fuck," she said and then nibbled his ear.

He could feel himself getting close to the edge. She was pulsing around him, and her moans filled his ears. Her nails scratched at his back as she lifted herself and came down in short strokes that picked up speed.

"Sophia, I'm going to…"

"Inside. I want to feel everything."

No sooner had the words been said that he felt his climax take over. He released inside her, and she threw her head back and screamed his name as her own orgasm hit. Her muscles contracted, pulling him deeper as her hips thrust over him. Pleasure had overtaken her movements, driving her to be where she needed to be. He buried his face between her breasts and gasped as she clenched around him, drawing out everything he had.

They collapsed back to the bed, and she rolled to his side. As she started to get up, Joe held her against him. "Where are you going?"

"I thought… you would want to be alone."

"Why would I want to be alone? I want you right here with me."

Tears welled in her eyes, and she placed a kiss on his chest before laying her head on the spot.

From there, Joe and Sophia were inseparable. Most nights, she spent at his apartment. Their sex life grew over time, but it was more about the intimacy of being together with someone they genuinely cared about. They never pressured each other and never made one another feel unequal.

Of course, they were still young adults in school with friends, social lives, classes, and responsibilities. There were times when they couldn't be together, and the breaks only revealed how much they wanted to be there for one another. The best nights were when they would sit on the couch with pizza, watching Gilmore Girls (her favorite show) or some new movie on Netflix.

During the summer, four months after they started dating, Sophia learned that her rent had gone up $400 per month. She and Claire simply couldn't afford to stay in the apartment. Even $200 apiece was more than they made. Joe decided to rent a place a little further from campus and have them move with him. Sophia was not on board at first. She didn't like the idea of being dependent on him.

"I don't think we'll ever break up, but what if we do?" she asked, pacing around her apartment. "What if you get tired of me?"

"I'm never going to get tired of you. And I can't imagine us breaking up. And if that unlikely scenario happens, I will help you find a place."

That night, while Sophia and Joe were lying in bed, he realized that maybe her moving in with him worried her for another reason — she didn't want to be dependent on someone else. He didn't see it this way but could understand how she felt after Josh. He had manipulated her into believing she needed him. He had forced her to think that she couldn't live without him. Even though she was getting her confidence and feeling secure in their relationship, she was worried that moving in together would cause their dynamics to change.

Claire was one of Joe's best friends by then, and she talked to Sophia on his behalf without him even knowing. A month later, after they had already moved into a two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment, Sophia told him that Claire had assured her Joe wouldn't change and become controlling. It took a lot of guts for Sophia to admit her real worries to him. He promised he would never take advantage of her trust.

They all moved in together in June of that year. It was the most fantastic summer of Joe's life. Sophia was happier than she had ever been. He could cover rent for all of them from his savings — his parents were killed by a drunk driver in an Amazon truck. His uncle, a top lawyer in Georgia, had crucified Amazon in court and got his parents' estate a considerable settlement. It all went to Joe, and his uncle Larry set him up with an amazing financial advisor who paid for him to go to school, live near UGA, and have a modest monthly stipend.

Their apartment turned into a happy home. Sophia and Joe cooked for one another and spent even more time together. Their sex life went through the roof. She initiated more than him, often wanting sex in the morning, afternoon, and before bed. They tried everything. She loved it when he went down on her, and she enjoyed riding him, her perfect palm-sized breasts bouncing over his face. She loved to dance and had taken lessons for most of her life. The way she moved her hips on top of him had him wondering if her body was truly made for him. Somewhere out there was a scientist who had built this woman in a laboratory to be his perfect mate.

They trusted each other in every way. When she wanted to try anal, they took their time, researched it, and took the proper steps. That night, their whole world exploded. She came more times than he could count. He saw white. And although it wasn't part of their regular repertoire, it felt like one of those things in the back pocket for when they needed to be spicy.

Even more than the sex, Joe was completely and thoroughly in love.

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Since Joe was no longer a student at UGA, Sophia had to wake up a little earlier than Joe to drive to school each morning when it started in September. They lived about thirty-five minutes from school. He missed morning sex with her, but the first time they had it, they lasted too long, and she was late for her first class. Sometimes, education just had to get in the way of ecstasy.

In the third week of school, she told him about this fraternity party she wanted to attend. Joe was leery about fraternity parties. UGA had a reputation for bad experiences at Greek parties. These involved date rape, sexual assault, sexual harassment — you name it. Since he was no longer a student, and this fraternity was apparently checking college IDs, Joe could not technically get in the doors. Besides that, his YouTube channel on investing for young adults was picking up steam. He had 350,000 YouTube subscribers and 100,000 on Instagram and TikTok. Combined, they were making him a modest income.

"Babe, maybe I'll just go with you. I can sit in the car and listen to podcasts or go to that little pizza shop nearby," he said from the couch in the living room.

Sophia was in the bedroom, changing for the third time tonight. "I'll be fine. I know you get worried, but Claire will be there, and we’re not going to separate. It's a waste of your time, and you have editing to do."

Joe didn't argue because she needed time for herself and Claire, and it felt like he was starting to monopolize her life. He had a backlog of videos to process, so he figured he could take the opportunity to stay home.

Joe had just started editing a video on cryptocurrency when the click of heels came across the hardwood floor. Sophia strutted out of the bedroom in a gold sequined micro skirt that clung to the tops of her thighs. Her four-inch heels made her calves pop out, and her already long legs caught his breath. A white halter top dipped low, revealing her ample cleavage. Her long dark hair was straightened and hung midway down her back. She wore light makeup, making her eyes and lips pop.

"What do you think? You like?" she asked, spinning slowly in front of him. She had to take small steps, or the skirt would ride up.

"You look amazing, but maybe it's too revealing?"

When the words left his mouth, he realized he had made a mistake.

Sophie's eyes narrowed, her shoulders tensed, and she folded her arms. "Are you seriously trying to tell me what to wear right now?" she said, her voice trembling. "Because that's exactly what Josh used to do. He'd make me change, call me a slut, and make me feel like crap about myself. I really thought you were different."

Joe raised his hands in surrender, eyes wide. "No, I'm sorry. That came out totally wrong. I shouldn't be telling you what to wear at all. I trust you completely. I just get weird about frat guys, but that's my own issue, not yours. I'm really sorry."