She was just another one of John's girls. The first time I saw her, five feet, one hundred and no pounds of tits and ass I didn't think anything of her. It wasn't until Cassy-bella came around that I stopped getting my midnight visits. Maybe he just got used to propping up his dates to give me a thrill, or maybe he was just sharing the wealth I don't know. John eventually got another job and was able to start paying half of the rent again, but the late night knocks didn't stop. He could get a job or not, he was more than fulfilling his obligations as far as I was concerned. My sexual experience was limited, and I'd had no luck with women since moving in with John. I didn't mind it, in fact, those girls were better than money to me. John never said it, and I never asked, but I knew that was his way of paying the rent.
From that day on, once, sometimes twice a week that knock would come, each time a different girl came in and went down on me. Just as quickly as she arrived she left, never saying a word. She didn't even wait for me to answer, just crept in quietly and pounced on the bed, sliding down my pajama pants and proceeding to fellate me like it was no big deal. That was the first night I got a knock on the door in the middle of the night. One morning I tried to start the conversation but couldn't go through with it. I considered talking to him about how his job hunt was going, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship. It didn't feel like he was, but I didn't want him to think I would take care of the bills forever. John remained unemployed a lot longer than I thought he would and despite being broke he managed to hit the clubs just as much, those that didn't have a cover charge, and still brought home the same volume of strange women.Īfter two months had passed I started to worry if my roommate was taking advantage of me. I had faith he would find another job and didn't mind having his back while he looked. I could have moved out and gotten my own place a long time ago if I really wanted. The only reason I stayed in the apartment was because we were friends. Besides, I made way more money than he did and could pay all our bills easily. He was more than a roommate, he was my best friend. That's why, when the company we worked for decided to buy a new, bigger warehouse across town two years later and John got laid off, I wasn't upset that he couldn't pay his half of the rent. John was John, and even if he was his own first priority, he always stepped in if someone tried to harass me or I got too close to another fight already in progress. Sometimes he would pretend like he was there to get me a date, but his needs always came first. We'd hang out and drink until something caught his eye and then he'd politely excuse himself. He even took me out with him at least one night a week.
John didn't care, and if the girl he was with did, well, John didn't care.
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He would take his dates quickly to his bedroom and I was free to go out or stay and listen to the show through the paper thin walls. On average, five nights a week he brought someone home from the bar or the club and not typically the same girl twice. Of course, John was more successful with both, in fact in the area of women he was a master. As it turned out, those were two things I was quite fond of as well. It turned out that John really only had two interests video games and women. He sat down next to me, picked up the spare controller, and we've been friends ever since. We never would have thought that we'd want to stick around each other, and yet the second night after I moved in John came home while I was sitting in the living room playing Madden on Xbox. We ran with different crowds and were interested in different things, at least we assumed. He was a warehouse jock and I was a nerd from logistics.
His old roommate bailed on him and I needed a place to live that was closer to where we worked. When John and I first moved in together it was supposed to be a temporary thing. In the beginning it all seemed so innocent. The story I am about to tell is true, though I'm not sure I believe it myself anymore.