“Shit!” I said quickly getting out of bed. I was late, well technically, I was still early for work, but with all the other things I wanted to do today. I was running a bit late.
Quickly springing out of bed I gathered my morning workout bag then headed for the shower. As usual, it was locked.
“Dammit, Chris!” I yelled at my roommate.
He was always holding up the bathroom for hours on end.
“Sorry, Martin,” I heard from behind the door.
He was a good friend; well he was my best friend.
Chris and I had been friends since before high school, that was well over ten years ago. But he was such a pretty boy. We had come to the big city together many years ago. We decided it was best if we stuck together until one of us was ready to go it alone.
What I didn’t know then, was that he would take up over two hours in the bathroom.
“Nearly finished,” he said as the door opened. “Done.”
His blonde hair spiked up with enough gel to make a male model jealous. He always wore skin-tight clothes, which today was no different.
“One of these days I am going to buy you a skirt!” I shouted down the hall.
“Then he will be wearing mine,” a voice said from behind me.
“Morning Roxy,” I said as I quickly launched myself into the bathroom before she could go in.
I quickly got changed for the gym.
Taking a glance into the mirror. I still looked the same as I did in high school, maybe a little heavier. 6′ 5″ black guy, I worked out daily, so I was probably in the best shape of my life, really low body fat, shaved head, dark brown eyes.
I was okay with the way I looked and opened the door.
Roxy stood there with her arms folded and yawning. She was Chris’s girlfriend they had been dating for just under a year now. He had said she would only be staying with us, for a few weeks, but it was going on four months now. Not that I was complaining, she was eye candy, and by eye candy, I meant it.
She had fire red hair, emerald green eyes, on a tight 5′ 6″ frame, long shapely legs and a nice ass, but her main attribute was her chest, they were huge, not just huge they were on the verge of humongous. On her tall but medium-sized body, they looked even more enormous. I knew exactly how big they were, which didn’t help.
One day one of her bra’s was lying there. Sue me for looking! I had pretended not to look or take an interest, but as a boob guy, it was very hard. When I saw the size there in black and white, 34J, I wasn’t surprised, but it made trying not to look at her or them even harder. So, I just pretended not to like her.
“All yours,” I said without looking at her.
“Thanks,” she yawned.
Chris worked part-time at some big-time law firm in the mailroom. He had been there for over a year now without the faint hint of being promoted or talk of getting a raise. I told him to look for something else or show more interest in his job. But as they say, you can’t lead a cow to water or some shit like that.
He always got ready early, even though he didn’t need to be at work for another two hours. So, when I left, he was still downstairs.
I ventured out into the cold, busy New York air. I ran the two blocks to the gym. It was a good day, but since I was running late, I had decided to take it easy by doing some light weights, then more than my usual cardio. After being there for over an hour and a half, I decided to head back.
When I stepped in, I heard the two of them going at it in their room.
I sighed.
The walls in this place were paper-thin; the bed squeaked like it was about to break.
I could hear him moaning and groaning.
God, I hoped I didn’t sound like that, I got into the shower, quickly drying off and putting on my work clothes.
I worked for an advertisement company, it wasn’t a big deal, but it paid the bills, plus I liked it.
This lovely apartment in downtown New York wasn’t cheap, so whatever the two of them put in helped. Without them, I would be just scraping by, and I would have to think of getting another job.
Pulling the tie-up to my neck. I looked in the mirror – the monkey suit was complete.
Coming out of the bathroom, I could hear that the rodeo in their room was over, as it usually was, it was sad actually. One night I timed them. From start to finish it lasted just over three minutes.
I knew it had started some of the loud arguments that they had, but that was none of my business.
I went downstairs to eat breakfast and heard the shower going.
Chris came down his hair still spiky.
“Hey,” he said, looking away as usual.
He knew that I could hear.
“I should invest in soundproofing this place,” I smiled.
To which he laughed.
“Yeah,” he said, perking up.
He looked at the time and quickly ran out the door grabbing his bike on the way.
He usually biked it to work as it wasn’t that far from our apartment.
I sat at the table, eating my breakfast.
Roxy came downstairs. She wore a business suit, a black dress that came down just above the knee’s and a white top, with a black blazer over it. Her hair was curly and down to her shoulders.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hey,” I replied.
We did not talk much, we had a few conversations, but it always had to do with Chris.
“I’ve got a few interviews today, so hopefully one will pan out. Soon as I get enough, I will be out of your hair,” she said bitterly while taking some orange juice out of the fridge.
I took a deep breath.
“Look,” I said. “You’re not a bother, actually I don’t mind having you guys here,” I said honestly.
“Then what the fuck is it then?” Roxy said slamming the fridge door closed. “Because I am getting tired of walking around here on eggshells!” she was infuriated.
There was that redhead anger I heard so much about.
“Nothing,” I replied. “I’m just not a people person”, I said with a shrug. I was actually honest. “The two of you walk around here all cheery, and that’s just not me.”
She looked at me, still furious.
“That’s it?” she said, throwing her hands in the air. “What the fuck, kind of lame excuse is that?” she asked.
She was right of course if someone had given me that excuse, I would say the same thing.
We lived in a large apartment, while not large, but large for this part of New York. And people what people? Two of them. One of which was my best friend.
“Tell you what,” I said, looking at her in the eyes.
Those emerald green eyes stared right back at me. Daring me to say something stupid.
I smiled and took a deep breath.
I had to attempt to calm her down before she exploded or turned into some red-headed demon.
“Tonight, we will go out, all three of us and talk it out. Obviously, something’s wrong, and I will admit that it’s mostly me. Maybe Chris can come up with an answer, he knows me better than anybody,” I said to which there were signs of the storm passing.
“Okay, but you better talk or… urghhh,” she said slamming the orange juice bottle on the table, it burst open, spilling its contents everywhere.
She looked down at it.
“I’ll get it,” I said.
To which she grabbed a coat from the hallway then stormed out. Slamming the door behind her.
I waited for a few seconds, for my erection to fall. That was a turn-on for some reason. Maybe it was because, while Roxy was standing there all I saw was her huge boobs swaying back and forth, her red hair tussling all over the place.
As I gained composure, I thought of other bullshit I could come up with tonight. I couldn’t tell them the truth which was that I was pretending to ignore her because secretly I wanted her.
Chris had been my best friend for years. I couldn’t do that to him.
“Fuck!” I screamed, looking at the time. Now I was really late.
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When I got to the office all I could think about was Roxy and what I was going to tell her. I tried putting it out of my head, but every time I tried it popped right back in. Like one of those annoying songs that won’t leave, no matter what you listen to.
“Martin?” my co-worker said.
“What?” I replied. I hated him with a passion.
You know that guy at work that pisses you off just for the sake of pissing you off, but he doesn’t know he is doing it.
Yeah? Well, that’s him.
“Did you see that show last night?” he asked across the hall.
“If I have to tell you one more time. I do not watch television,” I said.
I really didn’t. There were two televisions in my apartment the one in my room which was not connected to the cable. I purely used it for my gaming system, and the other one was in their room.
Most of the television shows that ran on television these days had turned many people into fat slobs, that sat there and went into a coma for hours on end. Then they complained that they were overweight, well guess what. If they got off the couch and did other things, they wouldn’t be.
“Oh yeah. Well, anyway, they have this show… Ouch!” he said as I threw a book at him. “Alright, fine.” he surrendered.
Now, where was I? Oh yeah, Roxy. What could I do? I mean she lived with me, right? Couldn’t go the rest of however long we lived together just arguing? I mean I could just kick them both out. Chris and I had been through a lot. I am sure we would remain friends.
Damn it. Why couldn’t she be ugly or something?
The rest of the day dragged on.
We had a meeting to which I was shocked that an idea of mine was going to make it to the television. When we got out of the meeting, my boss patted me on the back.
“Congratulations,” he said. “Go downstairs and start throwing your idea at them so they can get started on it,” he ordered while walking away.
Great! Downstairs that’s where I had started.
In filming and development.
You have any idea how many takes it takes to get a kid to sit still for 30 seconds to eat a bowl of cereal that tastes like a cardboard box?
No? Well, I do. And it was A lot!
Or a dog to chase its tail, they don’t like chasing their tail.
I figured that out after a month of being here.
I was not too fond of every moment of filming. The director said this then changed their mind to that.
“Martin, what brings you down here?” Adrian asked.
Talk of the stupid director.
“Hey, Adrian. I have this for you.” I said, handing him the papers from the meeting. I sat down in his office, which was full of past pictures and ornaments of old advertisements for everything. You name it. It was up there.
“Who’s the idiot that thought this bunch of bullshit up?” he said, tossing the folder on the table.
“This idiot,” I replied with a smile.
“Seriously?” he asked his jaw dropped.
“Yeah. Angel said to get started on it asap,” I said.
I still get a few laughs from people when I tell them that my boss’s name is Angel.
“He did?” he said, picking up the folder. “So, what did you have in mind?” he said, looking over at me.
We went into a long discussion about my idea, throwing ideas back and forth for what seemed like hours, which was more than half the day.
I left happy. Finally, we had seen eye to eye.
It wasn’t going to be one of those cheesy commercials or high tech, just a typical commercial.
Too bad I will only see it at work but, this was my job.
I left work satisfied and took the subway home. Forgetting all about what waited for me when I got there.
It was already dark when I opened the door.
The two of them sat all nice and prettied up.
“Fuck!” I shouted in my head as I saw them stand up.
I cursed myself for bringing up going out.
All I wanted to do was lie down and play some PS4.
“You forgot,” Chris said.
Damn him for knowing me.
“Yes and No. But I am not cancelling. Give me a few to change and stuff,” I said, holding my finger up at Roxy who was on the verge of transforming into the red devil.
I went into my room, grabbed some clothes, then went into the bathroom.
I could hear she-demon downstairs already exploding.
Taking a quick shower, I wondered where to go. Then I remembered there was this lovely rock cafe down the road. I had heard about it from someone. It was in walking distance, supposedly it served excellent food, had couches had local rock talent performing on the stage. Easy fifteen minutes’ walk, probably forty-five minutes inside another fifteen minutes back and voila. I smiled at myself for thinking about it.
“Okay, ready,” I said as I made my way downstairs.
“So where are we going?” she asked.
There was a hint of sarcasm in there, but I ignored it.
“The new rock cafe down the street,” I replied to which both of them smiled.
We had talked about going there many times.
“My treat,” I said, opening the door.
“Phones,” Chris said, pointing to the small table by the door.
Damn his rule.
Anytime we went out, we left our phones at home. He hated when phones went off in the middle of eating. I put my phone on the table. I saw theirs were already there.
It was a nice brisk walk down there. It took longer than frigging fifteen minutes though, more like just over a half-hour.
But we talked some more about Chris’s job heading nowhere, and Roxy had a few interviews that went well. But all in all, it was a nice walk.
We entered the cafe, which was a hole in the wall. There were sofa’s and couch’s spread all over the place with tables in front of them. A small stage was set up in the corner, and a local band was setting up.
“Take a seat anywhere,” a man with black hair, slightly Gothic looking.
We sat in the corner and ordered some drinks and some light finger food.
“So, talk,” Roxy said.
‘Crap! Already? We just got here,’ I thought to myself. But it was the reason we were here. So, it was best to get right to it.
“Okay, so the reason that I gave you earlier is correct. Chris will tell you, I have never been a people person,” I began to say.
“The worst is he actually got into arguments with his mother and still does,” Chris said, nodding his head.
“But it doesn’t mean that it’s a reasonable excuse for shunning you like I have,” I said.
“Correct,” Chris chimed in.
“So, if we are going to live together, I will try, and I mean that. I will try hard not to ignore you or pretend you don’t exist,” I said to Roxy.
‘Now if you hid those huge fucking tits of yours, it would help a lot more,’ I thought to myself
She smiled, which, in the light, looked stunning. She had light makeup on. Her hair was wet and curly.
“Thank you, and I will try not to act all cheery,” Roxy said, and we shook on it.
She sat back on the couch and took off her jacket.
I had looked away at the stage then looked back at her.
‘Really!’ I said in my head loudly. ‘Did she have to wear that?’ I thought to myself.
She wore a black sheer mesh top with a black bra underneath. You could see the bra or top or whatever it was underneath that almost nonexistent cover with a black skirt to mid-thigh, and thigh-high boots.
“Excuse me, that walk was a bit too long,” I said, getting up.
Heading for the boy’s room. I found a stall and slammed the door behind me.
‘Holy Crap they were bigger than I thought. And those legs how I would love them wrapped around me.’ I thought to myself.
“Calm down,” I said to myself out loud. “You can do this.”
That image was burned into my head. And there was nothing that could get it out. Wish I had my phone right now. I could call someone, anyone for a pretend emergency right now. There was plenty of bars around here I could hide in for the rest of the night. But I couldn’t because of the stupid no phone rule!
‘Fuck!’ I yelled at myself.
“Hey, Martin you alright in there?” Chris asked.
“Yeah, I am fine,” I said back to him.
‘Other than I want to fuck the living crap out of your girlfriend!’ I thought but did not say it. I knew it would ruin our friendship.
“Okay just wondering, the band started, and the food is here,” he said.
“Okay, I will be right there,” I replied.
‘Man up!’ I said to myself, shaking it off. I stepped out of the bathroom.
“Sorry,” I said to them as I sat back down, trying not to focus on her or them.
The lights dimmed as the band started playing.
They weren’t bad, not good but not terrible. I liked my rock a bit louder, a bit heavier, but it was good.
We drank and began to talk, and with the lights dimmed I barely could make her outfit out.
We got to talking, and I told them about my job and my idea that might make it to the couch potato box.
“Hey sorry to bother you but my friend over there wanted me to give you this,” a woman said to me.
It was a refill of the drink I had ordered.
I looked over at the friend.
She was pretty, but nowhere near my type but hey if it was going to get me away from these two for a while.
I looked over at Roxy and Chris they both smiled.
“Go for it,” Chris said.
Since I said it was going to be my treat, I left some money on the table. More than enough to cover the bill.
Roxy just stared at the lady at the bar then at the friend that delivered the note.
If looks could kill, they would be both dead.
I just took it as the queen bitch syndrome and walked away.
The rest of the night went well, found out the woman wasn’t even close to being my type.
She wasn’t into working out. She loved reality shows and all that other Crap.
The lights had turned back on for the next act, and even from here, I could make Roxy’s figure out.
No way was I going back over there even if I had to stay here and listen to reality television 101.
A few moments later Roxy and Chris waved at me as they were leaving, and I waved back. I waited for about ten minutes, then said my goodbyes. I took her phone number down then walked outside, throwing it in the nearest trash bin that I could find.
I walked the long way home stopping at a bar on the way.
When I got back home, I Slowly opened the door and crept upstairs to my room.
I laid in bed.
“Fuck I can’t believe how big your tits are!” Chris moaned.
“No way not again!” I said to myself, pulling the pillow over my head.
“Come on fuck me!” there was Roxy.
‘And here comes the squeaking,’ I thought.
Right on schedule, the bed began its rhythmic squeakathon.
I turned over to look at the clock. 1:41 am the bright red numbers glared back at me.
Roxy: “Come on fuck me harder.”
Chris: “mm fuck.”
Squeaky Squeaky.
Chris: “Damn I am getting close.”
Squeaky Squeaky
Roxy: “Don’t stop keep going. ”
Chris: “Fuck I can’t.”
Squeaky Squeaky.
Roxy: “Damn it!”
Chris: “I’m Sorry.”
I looked back over at the time 1:43 am.
‘Damn the boy needs help,’ I thought.
I smiled and listened to them argue for a few minutes then dozed off.
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The morning came; I woke up to do my usual routine.
Chris was again in the bathroom.
I swear I was going to put a lock on the door so he couldn’t get in. Roxy came out of the bedroom with bed hair. With a long black shirt and pajama bottoms.
“Morning,” she said.
“Morning,” I replied.
We waited outside the bathroom.
“So how did it go last night?” Roxy asked.
“Went pretty well, left the cafe shortly after you did and grabbed a few drinks,” I replied.
I didn’t mention I left the woman there.
“Sounds good,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Got her number,” I said.
Hopefully throwing off any scent she might have that I was interested in her. She looked at me sarcastically then gave me the thumbs up.
“Tell him to hurry up, when you finish, I will go in,” she said, turning around then headed back into their room.
Chris came out, then walked past me without a word.
I got ready for the gym and headed downstairs. Chris was down there and was sitting at the table. He didn’t look too good.
“What’s wrong?” I said. Pulling up a chair.
“You know what’s wrong,” he replied. “Don’t act like you don’t,” he said with an angry voice.
I took a deep sigh.
“Yeah I know,” I replied.
This was not a subject that guys talked to each other about. Either you got it, or you don’t, and if you don’t, then you should seek medical help.
“What can I do?” he asked.
I looked down at the table.
“See a Doctor bro,” I said. “That shit is more mental than physical half the time, it’s not like you don’t have the stamina I have seen you run.”
Which was true the guy was like a marathon runner; he could run for hours.
He looked at the stairs, then motioned for the door. We walked outside it was morning cold but not too cold. People walked by but paid no attention to us.
“I think she is too much for me,” Chris said.
I looked at him like he was an alien or something.
“I never had this problem before. Remember Crystal?” he said.
‘Do I?’ I laughed as I thought that to myself.
“Of course, the stick figure,” I said to him.
She was like 5′ 9″ or something and weighed like 112 lbs. or slightly more or less. She was a walking stick figure. Anybody that saw her would agree.
“Yeah her,” he said. “I used to able to go forever and Mary before her. But Roxy from the very first time it is like pfft! Two minutes tops,” he said, looking down at the floor.
I felt sorry for him, but what could I say? I never had that problem. Oh, wait.
“Cassandra,” I said in a low voice.
“That was high school,” he said.
“No! We met again shortly after college and well it happened a couple of times,” I admitted.
Okay, I am human shoot me! I felt sorry for the guy, and it didn’t happen.
With Cassandra, it was weird between the two of us. I just couldn’t get it up with her very quickly probably because back in high school the bitch took my virginity then ran.
But still, a man’s not a full man if he can’t get it up, and stay up, so she laughed.
“Seriously?” Chris said with a smile.
“Yes, don’t smile its creepy!” I said.
“So, what do I do? It’s causing problems,” he asked.
“Like I said seek help. It’s probably in that noggin of yours,” I said with a smile.
“Thanks”, he said as he opened the door.
I ran off to the gym, feeling better that I had helped him out.
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The rest of the day went smoothly. Except for that, the debut for my commercial was tomorrow, and I had to be there. There was going to be some essential people from upstairs, there as well.
I came home with lots of work to do.
Roxy sat at the table in the kitchen.
“Hey,” I said.
She looked up with a smile.
“Hey,” she said. “I found a job!” she screamed.
“Go you!” I replied. “Where at?”
“At that rock cafe. They gave me a card. I filled it out online. Sorry I used your computer,” she was smiling.
“No problem.” I replied.
“I start tomorrow!” she giggled.
“Congratulations!” I smiled back. “Where’s Chris?”
“He called and said he was working a double to get some overtime,” she nodded.
‘Good boy!’ I thought. But I knew he probably went to see someone.
“Things are looking up,” Roxy smiled and ran up the stairs.
I went back to my room and sat there, going over my notes. I fell asleep comfortable that night. I heard the door open and close. I looked up at the time. It was just past midnight.
Must have been Chris getting home late, then I heard the familiar noise of the door across the hall open and close.
“Wake up!” I heard. Slowly I stirred. Roxy was leaning over me. “Wake up! Your late!” she said.
I looked over at the time I was really late.
“Why didn’t my alarm go off?” I shouted.
She held my phone in her hand.
“You left it downstairs,” she said.
I ran into the bathroom, thankfully Chris wasn’t there today. Quickly getting dressed and ready in under twenty minutes.
I launched myself downstairs.
Roxy was wearing blue jeans and a grey crop top, with her car keys in her hand.
“I’ll take you,” she said.
She was the only one in the apartment that had a car.
It was New York, and not many people drove. So, I didn’t bother buying a car for myself.
“Thanks,” I said there was no way I could get there on time by taking the subway.
“Taking Martin to work Chris!” she shouted up the stairs.
“He’s home?” I asked as we left the apartment.
“Yeah, his boss told him to come in late because of the late shift he did last night,” she said.
We got into her car, which was more of a small SUV than a car.
She sped along the roads, ignoring a lot of the traffic signals, she reminded me of me when I used to drive.
“You look nervous,” she said over to me.
“That obvious huh?” I said my hands were shaking.
This was big if all went well, I could get a raise and maybe my own office. This is what I was waiting for since I started.
“Crap my notes!” I shouted. I had forgotten them at home.
“Want me to go back?” she asked, slowing down.
‘And be really late?’ I thought about it.
“No, I have all the ideas of what I have to say in my head.” I said. “Keep going.”
We reached the underground parking. She parked in a spot.
“You look like shit!” she said as she turned to look at me.
She was right. I was sweating, and my hands were shaking.
She reached over to the glove box. Her chest rubbed against my thigh. Oh god, that didn’t help matters. She grabbed some napkins.
“Here wipe that sweat away,” she said, sitting back in her seat.
“Thanks,” I said, wiping my brow and hands.
“How late are you?” she asked.
I looked at the time.
“Thanks to you. I am ten minutes early,” I sighed.
“See!” she smiled, but then she looked down. “Oh,” she said, staring at my pants.
I quickly tried to hide it.
“Sorry. I should go,” I said embarrassed.
“No hold on,” she said. “So those videos I saw on your computer?” she asked.
“What Videos?” I said then I remembered that I was watching some porn before I went to sleep the night before. I must not have exited out.
“You know the ones with the big chested women,” she said.
“Yeah but… I really should go,” I leaned for the door. Pushing it open.
“Really, you’re going to walk in with that sticking out?” she said, crossing her arms.
I came back in.
“Listen I can help you,” she said. “You have helped me, and Chris more than we can ever thank you, so think of it as a favor.” she smiled.
“No, I couldn’t,” I said, shaking my head.
“Do you even know what I am talking about?” she smiled.
Which I didn’t, maybe a hand job at best if I was lucky.
“Get in the back!” she said.
Pulling her hair back in a ponytail.
“What? I can’t Chris is my friend,” I said, and I meant it.
“Get in the back!” she ordered on the verge of she-devil’s voice.
I quickly climbed in the back.
She quickly joined me. She reached to the side of my seat and pushed. The chair went back, and now she was kneeling between my legs.
“Chris doesn’t have to know, and this is only a favor, because you need this job and if you go in there the way you are, you’re likely to blow it. Understand?” she said, looking up at me straight in the eyes.
All I could do was nod. The world was spinning. My best friend’s girlfriend was between my legs about to do something sexual. If I was any type of good friend, I should open the door and get out. But it felt like I was paralyzed.
She quickly grabbed my fly and pulled it down, reaching inside, she grabbed my dick then pulled it out. When she saw it, her eyes widened.
“Okay wow!” Roxy said with a pleasant surprise.
She started stroking it up and down with one hand while reclining the seat with the other now she was directly above it.
“Didn’t know you was working with this!” she said pleasantly.
She pulled the tight crop top off.
“Now remember! Only a favor!” she said.
I looked at her bra, it was purple lace, and it was losing the battle of holding some of the biggest tits I had ever seen inside of it.
Roxy pushed my dick under the bra, and between her gigantic tits. She grabbed the sides of the bra and quickly began bouncing her big tits up and down.
“Fuck that feels good,” I said as she rubbed them up and down against me.
The head of my dick never clearly making it higher than the peak of her cleavage.
She started going faster.
“Damn your lasting longer than Chris ever did when I tit fucked him,” Roxy said as she pushed them together tighter.
“Fuck your good at this!” I said, feeling my dick between her tits.
I had been tit fucked before, but never with breasts this big.
“Come on you got to cum now, or you will be late,” she said.
Rubbing and twisting them around my dick.
“Fuck them. I want to stay here,” I said.
She smiled.
“No, Sit up look at your big dick between my tits,” she said.
She was smiling. She looked like she was enjoying this as much as I was.
As I looked the sight of my black dick being enveloped between her big milky white tits, made me throb harder.
“Fuck it is getting bigger!” she said, rubbing them faster she lowered her head and began to lick the head as it popped out then she started sucking on the head.
“Fuck I’m cumming!” I said, falling back down as I began to cum all over her chest.
“There! Feel better?” she asked, pulling her tits off of my dick and putting her shirt back on.
“Much!” I said my mind had cleared and I wasn’t sweating as much.
She grabbed a napkin and wiped the remaining cum off my dick.
“Thanks I…” I began to say.
“Just a favor. Never to be spoken of again or hinted or repeated.” Roxy winked at me.
She climbed back into the driver’s seat. I climbed out of the vehicle, closing the door behind me.
“Go kill em champ!” she said.
I nodded back at her as she sped off.
The meeting went perfect. Like she said. I had knocked it out of the park.
The commercial was a big hit with the execs, and they had decided to show it to the sponsors who they said will gobble it up and put it on television soon. My boss shook my hand so much I thought he was going to tear it off.
I have never felt so happy. I had gotten the raise that I wanted as well as the office. No more annoying guy and no more thinking of getting another job.
I could pay my rent and theirs. Hell, we could move into a bigger apartment maybe one with two bathrooms. I smiled all the way home.
I opened the door and saw Roxy sitting at the table she had a glum look on her face, she was still wearing the same shirt and jeans she wore when she dropped me off. They must have called and told her they didn’t need her to work.
I put down all my paperwork and headed for the table.
“Don’t worry there will be other jobs.” I said, reaching out to hold her hand. She looked up at me with a lost look on her face; under her hand, there was a note.
I reached for it.
Dear Roxy and Martin:
I don’t know where to start, I wrote several letters yesterday, and this morning and none of them sounded right. So, I will try to be like you, Martin, and just say it. I am leaving, no, I am not doing anything stupid like that. But I am going back to Florida.
You were right both of you when you both said there is something on my mind that’s keeping me from being me. The lack of interest at work, the lack of interest in our relationship. I went to seek help today in those few minutes of being there. I found out what had been holding me back for years.
It’s this place, New York it’s not meant for me. The fast pace, the big lights all of it. It has never felt like home. I know, Martin, when we decided to leave Florida together, we said that we were going because Florida was too slow and too behind the times. But I miss it. It suits me.
As soon as I started thinking about moving back, I began to feel better. Even now writing this, I feel better inside. And I hope the two of you understand that this is the best for me, for us. I will always hold a place for the two of you.
If you ever forgive me for leaving like this instead of saying bye face to face. I hope you will contact me. I know our friendship Martin, and I know I will hear from you when you calm down. And I hope the same for you Roxy, but I understand if I never hear from you again.
Martin, as one last favor friend to friend, will you take care of her? I know you will.
Always your friend
Chris.
That night we both sat there both taking turns to read the letter. Trying to find something that would change. That would tell us our friend would come back.
*Authors Note: The rest of this story can be found on my Amazon booklist found* [here](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B098JFQ28K)
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