Rose walked through the door to her apartment holding groceries and her keys, seeing first the look of astonishment on her roommate's face.
"Liam? You okay?" She set the bags on the counter while he stared at her, mouth agape. "Dude, you're being weird."
Then she heard it.
"Oooh- Ah!"
The keys fell to the floor as her head slowly turned to the door leading to her and her boyfriend's bedroom.
"Yes! Do it, baby!" A female voice, followed by familiar manly grunts.
"Liam..." Rose softly questioned, "what the fuck-"
"I- I thought it was you and Ty! I swear!" He danced up from the couch, sputtering out an explanation that Rose could not (or would not) hear.
She nearly ran through the short hall and flung open the door, causing a crashing sound to explode through the small apartment as well as a hole in the wall that she would not find until later that night. Rose's eyes were met by her boyfriend's pimpled ass thrusting into a woman with blonde hair and tits like wrecking balls. Ecstasy and surprise were etched into their faces.
It was ages between the initial crash of the door and Ty's voice slowly and stupidly saying, "Ro- fuck I thought- I thought you were working late tonight."
The woman, blonde hair hurled over her face like a distressed veil, screeched and jumped out of bed. She was frantically searching the room for her clothes while Ty stared at Rose, stammering out an excuse. Rose heard none of this. Instead, her attention was focused on the pair of scarlet panties that had somehow found their way onto the blade of the ceiling fan.
As she began to gather herself, she realized that Ty was grabbing her arms.
"Get off," she said calmly, holding her composure.
"Baby, baby" still holding on to her, his grip only getting tighter.
"Get off me."
The woman had presumably found all her items and rushed out of the room, taking with her the bed sheet that had wrapped itself around her body.
"Rose, baby, please listen to me" he grabbed her shoulders hard, leaving bruises near her collarbones.
"Get the FUCK OFF OF ME!" Rose screamed as her patience had worn out, landing a slap across his face. He stood there stunned while she whispered "Get out of my home, leave your shit. Just... get out."
His anger was clear, mouth turned into a scowl and his breathe was heightened. Rose was certain he would hit her in retribution, but he simply walked out of the room. She stood there, willing herself not to cry before he returned, grabbed a shirt and pants, and glared at her with malice in his eyes. It wasn't until she heard the front door slam that she allowed herself to fall to her knees and cry.
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.
