"You're home late." I said to my roommate as she threw her work bag onto an empty section of my couch.
"Rough day, I am assuming?" I said as she fled to the kitchen. I hear the screw cap of a cheap bottle of wine hit the trash can liner with a thud; before seeing her emerge round the corner, taking heavy gulps straight from the bottle.
"Nope, it went perfectly fine!" She lied, in-between catching her breath.
"I'm just going to take my bottle of wine and hop in a quick shower. Be right back."
"Have fun!" I laughed.
Aimee didn't emerge back in the living room until a couple hours passed. Her hair left wet trails on the back of her oversized tank top; while her running shorts barely covered her ass. She smiled as she saw the lit candles illuminating a fresh bottle of wine, uncorked, and a glass poured next to her favorite pizza.
"Aww buddy, you didn't have to do this." She said,
"I've had those days before, and I wished someone would have done this for me. Now sit down, or I am starting Witcher without you." Taking a sip from my whiskey and patting the spot next to me.
"You're the best roommate." She smiled, grabbing her wine and putting her head on my shoulder. We sat silently as we watched the first season of Witcher, totally enthralled by it's story line.
"Fuck, I need that." Aimee stated, watching a spicy sex scene unfold before us.
"Yea? You haven't had any good dick recently?" I poked, knowing full well the answer.
"Between whiskey dick Dave and two pump Chuck, I don't think I've gotten off in eight months. What I wouldn't give for just one good orgasm, not brought on with batteries." She said somberly.
"Why not ask me?" I questioned.