My girlfriend and I had lived together for a few years now. Actually, I should comment that my girlfriend, her sister and I had lived together for a few years. In reality she didn't live with us but, it felt like she did sometimes. My Girlfriend's sister Amy was 27 a few years younger than me, and a few years older than my Girlfriend. It seemed like she had lived with us because there wasn't a week that went by when we didn't get to be blessed by her presence. She traveled a lot for work and only lived about an hour away from us. We happened to live closer to the airport, so whenever Amy traveled she crash at our house the night before. There were also several weekends where she'd just come with her boyfriend or without him for a visit. I guess that is why I wasn't surprised when she showed up on that Friday night.
It was about 9PM I think, it's hard to remember I had been getting drunk and stoned for the majority of the day. I hadn't worked that Friday instead I had played in a golf tournament, drinking and smoking my way through the afternoon. My girlfriend was out of town that Friday, so what an even better excuse for me to pollute myself. After the morning golf tournament I had gone out with the guys for a drink or 12, then headed home. When I got home I continued to smoke, drink and watch TV. It seemed like a good idea as I had nothing better to do. Either I was extremely messed up or TV was just terrible that night, I couldn't find anything to watch outside of an old Seinfeld re-run. It was actually pretty funny given the circumstances. I was sitting there watching TV, and just really waiting to pass out, although that would still be hours away, and then the front door opened. Again, I wasn't surprised it was Amy, Friday night or not, I was a little surprised that she was crying.
I got up off the couch and met her in the hallway, halfway to the front door.
"What's wrong Amy, are you OK?" I asked.
She didn't say a word instead she fell forward into my arms hugging me around my mid section.
"Are you alright, what's going on?"
She was crying hysterically, it was strange to see her that emotional. She'd always been a pretty stable person, so I kept pushing to try to understand what had happened.
"Amy, tell me what's wrong. Whatever it is I'm here to help." I probed.
She finally responded, "Mark, it's nothing. I'm sorry, it's nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Mark, it's Steven, he left me he wants to break up."
She was crying as hard as anyone I'd ever seen cry before. Her head was buried into the nape of my neck. I placed one hand on the back of her head as she burrowed into me closer. It was hard to deny I was enjoying having a beautiful woman in my arms, I could feel her breast press up against me as her chest heaved with each tear. I rubbed her back with my other free hand and told her everything was going to be OK.
"It's OK, it's alright, just cry, we don't need to talk right now just get it out. Steven's an ass. Don't worry, OK it's alright. Shhhhhh"
I don't know that I was calming her at all but she had moved her head to my chest and was starting to cry much less. As I moved my hands lower down to the small of her back, I could feel my cock start to grow in my shorts. It was terrible, here is this poor girl crying her eyes out with me, and here I am drunk, stoned and starting to grow and uncontrollable hard-on. Just when I was about to pull away she moved in closer to me. Could she feel it, I'm sure she had to feel it.
"Mark, I just don't know what I'm doing wrong and how someone like Steven can be so intimate with me one minute and then just call things off the next?" "Doesn't sex mean anything anymore in relationships?"
Amy had always had a problem mixing emotions with the physical aspects of relationships. She usually would get attached to a guy the second she gave him a blowjob, or let him go down on her. Steven was a little different, they had been dating for about 2 months now, but still she was over-reacting a little, as it was only two months.
"Amy, I've told you 100 times before. There is a difference between sex and a relationship for guys." I commented. "You really need to try to separate the two, or you are just going to keep getting hurt like this."
"Mark, is it that easy she asked?" She stepped back from me slightly and looked first down to my crotch and then up to my eyes.
"Amy, no one said life is easy, but everyone separates sex from love to some degree." I was trying to be a good guy. However, Amy looked great, tears and all. She was wearing a thin black dress with narrow shoulder straps, her muscular legs were exposed for the most part, and her cleavage suggested that her breasts were un-restricted under her dress. I was probably staring at her tits while she was looking me in the eye.
"But you love my sister don't you?" She asked.
