Friday night, I got really drunk. I couldn't stand the pain that came with not being able to touch her like Lucas could. So when she came over for the night, I started on a bottle of Goldslager. I drank a little less than half of it, and I was totally trashed. That last thing I remember was watching her walk into the bedroom she partly shared with her fiancee, my best friend and roommate; Lucas. When I woke up the next morning, having slept off most of the day and my hangover, she told me I chased our third roommate, Todd, around the house screaming, "EAT MY NIPPLE, TODD!" and when I lost my balance, I fell into the window and broke it. I vowed then and there never to get that drunk in front of her again. I wanted to escape the pain, not create more for myself.
Saturday night, she spent with us too, so I escaped by means of going over to Todd's brother's house and smoking a little weed over there. When I came home on Sunday, she was still there, laying on the couch in the arms of the man I wish I could have been. But, she left Sunday night.
All that week, she came over whenever she could. Lucas and I were both on vacation. So whenever she came over, I was there too. I suffered and enjoyed the moans that crept out of their bedroom door from time to time.
Towards the end of my vacation, Lucas had to go back into work that Friday night and stay until closing time. He wouldn't get home until one or two in the morning. Todd, too, was out for the night. So I sat on the couch, anxious for the night to end. Around eight, Anya walked in the door, and caught me playing video games in our living room. She looked positively stunning that night.
Anya was the girl everybody wanted. She was fun, and she was beautiful. She was intelligent, but it was still easy to make fun of her for her mistakes. She was short, but she had a thin, proportional body. Her hair was long and dark brown, and her eyes were an entrancing blue. Usually, she wore casual clothes, often black, but sometimes she wore other colors. Occasionally, she had her hair up in a ponytail, and I saw it in a bun once. She never wore makeup, she didn't need it, and she always smelled wonderful. Anya was always casual, she never wore heels taller than half an inch, and she never wore skirts or even shorts. Tonight, she came in wearing three inch black leather heels, and a cranberry colored dress that ended just above her knees. She was actually wearing makeup that eccentuated her dark eyes and made them darker, and her complexion more pale. Her hair fell around her shoulders so elegantly, so beautifully.
