Liam could hear Rose weeping for nearly an hour before her sobs drifted into silence. He had tried to comfort her but she only pushed him away, begging to be left alone.
'I'll speak to her when she comes out, when she's ready,' he thought to himself.
It was completely true that he had thought it was Rose in there with Ty. He had only entered the apartment ten minutes before Rose had, and the moans that were drifting into the living room had already been active. It was only natural to assume that they came from the couple living in the house with him. He even tried to imagine himself being able to make the assumed Rose compose those wails of ecstasy.
The two had been friends for a long time, nearly a decade. They met in high school, they shared many hobbies, they told each other everything, and he loved her. But fate was never on his side. When Rose was single, Liam had a girlfriend; when Liam was single, Rose had a boyfriend. Ty had only recently come into the picture, Rose and Ty had been dating for over a year and he had moved in less than four months ago. Liam never liked Ty, he was too angry, too controlling of Rose, he wouldn't let her do anything with Liam or any of her other friends. Though he did try to tell Rose of his misgivings, she wouldn't listen, and he decided to grin and bear it for fear of losing her friendship.
But Ty's presence and her fixed attitude did nothing to quell the love he felt for her. He would think of her often, and took every chance he could at touching her hand, her forearm, and sometimes when he felt more daring (and usually slightly intoxicated) her waist or neck or cheek.
When he was feeling alone at night, he would think of her long dark hair and gleaming eyes, and of course her body was never too far from his mind. He would imagine running his hand across her cool, naked back. Exploring her facets, discovering the freckles and birthmarks that were hidden beneath her clothes. He would take off her bra and caress her breasts, holding the small orbs in each hand and kissing the nipples. He would imagine her becoming more aroused at his touch, wanting him more and more with each caress, and he would tease her. He would twist her nipples just so she would feel a little pain with the pleasure. He would kiss her neck and suck on her until purple marks peeked out from beneath her locks. He would slip his hand under her panties and feel her so wet and slick with desire. And she, in his mind, would bend down and kiss his cock, teasing him with little licks until she must have him inside her. She would put him completely inside her small mouth and suck and moan so he could feel the vibration of her voice against his cock. She would suck and suck and-
And he had finished. Early again. He could never make it past the imagined blowjob. She was so much, in his mind.
So when he had heard Ty and the assumed Rose through the walls of the apartment he could not help but imagine it was him in there instead of Ty. He was trying to remember these newfound moans and cries to keep for later that night when Rose walked through the door.
Hours later Rose awoke on the floor of her bedroom, knowing it was not a bad dream, knowing that this had been a long time coming. Liam had warned her about Ty's... demeanor, and she had not listened.
She got up, sick of being in this room. It was too much for her to be where it happened, so she walked out and found Liam on the couch watching tv with the volume turned down low.
"Hey" she said.
Liam turned his head to look at her. "Hey," he responded. They both just stood there, not really knowing what to say.
"I put the groceries away," he said after a moment.
"What? ...Oh, right." She looked toward the kitchen, "Are you hungry?"
He smiled, only slightly, "Yeah, wanna go out?"
A week had passed since Rose had caught Ty fucking the blonde in her bed, and as the days went on, her sadness had lessened. Liam offered her his bed when she said she couldn't go back into that room. She, after some convincing and many assurances that this would pass, graciously accepted, and Liam had set up a makeshift bed on the couch. He didn't mind, in fact the thought of her sleeping in his bed and using his shower (hers was attached to her bedroom) only excited him. He imagined her rolling over and cuddling with his pillows, and maybe even pleasuring herself in his sheets. The idea of her being naked in his shower, looking at herself in the mirror, his mirror, as she undressed was just as arousing as the heat and steam filling the air as she opened the door after she had finished.
Rose herself was grateful for his selflessness of giving up his bed, and was finally free to talk and laugh with her best friend again after being trapped so long in a controlling relationship. The more time she spent with Liam, the happier she became, and an old harbored feeling began to arise once again from her bosom.
Several years before, she had thought of asking Liam on a date, knowing that she loved being with him and had always dreamed of being in love with a best friend. But before she could muster up the nerve, Liam had landed himself a girlfriend, so she gave up on that dream before it turned into something too much for her to handle.
But now those feelings of hope were sprouting in her heart and she began to think of Liam as more than just a friend.
