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In the past, differing work schedules ensured Courtney and I saw very little of each other. Courtney would typically be asleep when I got home from work and I would normally be leaving for work, or already at work when she got home. Unfortunately, I was currently unemployed. The bar had closed down and, despite Jay’s lobbying, I had been fired from the golf course. I should have been looking for jobs, but my ambition was low so most nights I just lay on the sofa or in my room enjoying some wine or beer or whatever various spirit tickled my fancy that night. Some nights, Courtney would join me on the sofa with a drink which was nice, except when Trevor accompanied her. Even though that was not often, the tension and stress I felt when he did were intense. Sometimes he’d shoot me a look or a wink while her eyes were closed making things even more uncomfortable. I wondered to myself how he could be so calm and nonchalant about what happened. I wondered how men, in particular, could just fuck a girl, and their girlfriend’s roommate at that, and then act like nothing ever happened. I had a certain ability to not connect feelings to sex, especially oral sex, but men were on a whole other level.Tonight happened Ankara bayan escort to be one of those nights. Trevor sat on one end of the sofa with Courtney’s head in his lap, her eyes closed. I struggled to not make eye contact with Trevor and when I inevitably did, he was always looking over, smiling, smirking. I was uncomfortable and uneasy. Already tipsy, I decided to call it a night and went up to my room. I turned on the television, took a large swig of tequila straight from a bottle I kept bedside, and passed out.I woke up to the bang of the door closing. It was a common alarm mechanism for me as our front door was heavy and made a loud slamming sound when Courtney left for work. I rolled over. My eyesight was blurry, my stomach was rumbling, and my mouth tasted of cotton. I wanted more sleep but, to be honest, sleeping is all I had been doing once unemployed. My brain implored me to get up and be productive while my body screamed to let it lay in bed. The brain won.I crawled out of bed and brushed my teeth, attempting to scrub the remnants of various types of alcohol off my taste buds. I had fallen asleep in nothing but the oversized tee shirt of my ex-boyfriend Escort bayan Ankara Matt. After all these years it was still my favorite sleeping attire. Still nice and soft and long enough to reach down to mid-thigh level. It brought back nostalgia which likely seemed better in retrospect than in reality. I made sure not to look in the mirror too much as the glances I had taken reflected the image of a worn woman who had spent too much time sleeping and drinking and not enough time in the sun and exercising. I assured myself tomorrow would be the day I’d get out and look for a job and go to the gym. For now, I had the place to myself, and coffee, toast, and the sofa sounded like a good start.The aroma of coffee filled the kitchen as it began to brew. The subtle gurgling of the coffee maker was oddly soothing. I dropped some bread in the toaster and watched the coils warm to a glowing red. I longed for that type of warmth and figured lounging on the sofa with a fresh coffee, blanket, and a man would do just the trick. Two out of three of those at least.I stared at the coffee pot intensely as it slowly brewed in front of me in the corner of the kitchen. It was Bayan escort Ankara as if I thought mentally willing it to brew faster would work. Just as the coffee maker began to spit the last few drips of coffee into the pot, I was startled.Two hands rested on my shoulders and a hard body, not to mention a hard bulge, pressed against my back.”Good morning, beautiful,” Trevor whispered in my ear as he began to massage my shoulders.”Trevor! What the fuck?!” I exhaled.I had tried to about-face, but Trevor’s hands were firm and felt good massaging my shoulders, so I stayed put against my better judgment.”Just saying good morning. Geez, Kelly.””Sorry. I just didn’t think anyone was home and I’m really hungover. You scared me.””I usually leave when Courtney leaves but given our newfound friendship, I figured I would stay a little later now and then.””That’s not a good idea, Trevor.””No?” Trevor asked while pressing his body against mine, trapping it between the two adjoining sides of the counter.”No,” I stated, spinning myself around to face him. His hands were now on each countertop, effectively placing loose barriers to my escape.”Why not?””Well, first off, you are dating my roommate.””Yeah, but she’s become SO boring. She doesn’t drink. She won’t go out. Yeah, she’s hot but she’s become more and more boring in bed.”That surprised me. Courtney was a sexual dynamo at one point. Yet I had also noticed a dulling of her life and sex drive, which happened to coincide with our bickering, especially about my escapades.