She slammed the apartment door is anger as she walked in. "Fuck him!" she yelled. "It's over this time!"
"What happened?" I asked her.
"He's just an asshole and I don't want to deal with him anymore. Pretty much as simple as that" she said, on the brink of tears.
Well, I have told you that several times, I thought to myself, but I tried to console her this time. "I'm sorry dear. Is there anything I can do?"
"Let's just have one of our hang out and drink nights. I could really use that right now," she said as she smiled at me, tears starting to form in her eyes.
I've lived with Eileen for nearly a year and a half now since graduating from college. We had been casual acquaintances before that, friends of friends who said little more than hi to each other. I had learned she needed a roommate, though, and with the rent being cheap it was the perfect place to start as a poor, recently graduated individual just starting his career. It's not like we had disliked each other, we had just never really spent any time together. After moving in together, though, we became fast friends because of our similar personalities and senses of humor. I now counted her among one of my best friends and it hurt me to see her once again upset by a boyfriend, especially knowing what an asshole this guy was. Hopefully it was over this time, but they had gotten back together several times before so I was skeptical.
"Sounds good to me," I told her smiling. "I just picked up beer today so we're set."
"You're the best," she said as she walked by me toward the kitchen patting my leg. "I'm glad we're roommates."
"Me too," I said as I looked at her head toward the fridge. I felt the all too familiar sensation in my pants, a hardening she was directly responsible for. Though we were close friends and I wouldn't trade that for anything, something about her drove me wild. Eileen was about my height, pale skin with medium brown hair and a very cute face, especially when she smiled. She had a medium build with full, large breasts that pushed the limits of her shirt if it was at all tight. She also had a nice round ass that looked amazing in the tight jeans she tended to wear, including on this night. When she wore shorts, they were usually short and showed off her smooth, pale, full legs. Many a night I had gone to bed fantasizing about ripping all her clothes off and having my way with every hole on her body but it made me feel guilty. She was my close friend after all and was fairly certain she didn't share these feelings.
"Can I grab you a beer?" she asked me.
"You already know the answer to that," I smiled.
"Of course you drunk," she giggled as she grabbed one and brought it my way. "What are we watching?"
"How about It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia?" I asked, already knowing her answer.
