After I (F23) graduated, I got my first big girl job working in downtown Chicago with an international fitness company. I was young, dumb, and desperate for attention - which I found from a lesbian friend/coworker (F30) - we’ll call her Whitney - day one.

Whitney began flirting with me the day I started. Yes, she knew I identified as straight and had a girlfriend, but the attention she threw my way was amazing and I always playfully flirted back.

Whether it was complimenting my body, looking at my ass when I bent down in my yoga’s, or telling me how badly she wanted to “f*ck me” after a few too many cocktails at happy hour - I always smiled/laughed and encouraged the flirting by flirting back. I’d compliment her body, shake my butt for her when I caught her starting or giggle when she would tell me she wanted me.

Then about 7 months later, at our company Christmas party, I got obliterated. I remember Whitney getting us an Uber and then —— waking up at 4am naked and sweaty as Whitney fingered me.

I panicked, asked what we did and how it happened - and smiling - Whitney told me she thought I wanted it for how much I flirted with her. That she kissed me in the Uber and we just kept making out.

As for why you’re all here - upstairs in her apartment, apparently I ripped my pants off, held my legs after jumping on Whitney’s bed, and she ate me out. Afterwords - Whitney fucked me either her strap as we made out. From there, she rode my face which explained why I woke up sticky - before 69ing with me and then putting the strap in my ass.

Everything she told me, I was able to confirm with how sore by butt was or how fishy my face and hair were.

I kinda panicked when she finished telling me, but the entire time she was talking me through it, she kept fingering me. I came shortly after and then accepted the fact that I was already there. From about 4-5:30 we fucked again. This time she fucked me with her strap while making me tell her I was a lesbian - we ended 69ing with her on top so that I “had to smell her ass”.

The next morning, we fucked again. Then had breakfast. Then she drove me home.

My boyfriend broke up with me when I told him what happened.

Whitney and I were sexual partners for two years after that.

All because I needed attention, fucked around - and found out …