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Comforting Pete
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Consoling friend reluctantly agrees to help in other ways.
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Author's Note: Trying something a little different here. This is planned
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FRIDAY

I'm heading to my best friend Pete's house on a Friday afternoon. I
typically got off from work early on Fridays and he wanted me to come
over. His live in girlfriend Jessica had just broken up with him and
moved out abruptly. She was hot, but we never really got along. He was
depressed and invited me over for some pizza, movies, and to help drink
his sorrows away. We had been friends since high school and he always
seemed to be the luckier one of us two. He was taller than me, made more
money than me, owned his own home, and always did better with the
ladies. I pulled into his driveway and walked up to his door. The door
was ajar and I let myself in.

Closing the door behind me I said, "Hey, Dude, where are you?"

"Over here!" He yelled from his TV Room.

I've been in his house a hundred times. It was always clean and neat.
Not this time. There were pizza boxes all over the floor and the sink
was piled up with dishes. I walked in to the TV Room and saw Pete
sitting on the couch nursing a beer. His hair was all messed up and he
hadn't shaved in days. He was wearing and old t-shirt and shorts. This
was not the Pete I knew. Even though it was just me coming over, he
would at least make himself look presentable. He was taking this one hard.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" I said.

"Don't mess with me today, John, I didn't invite you over to break my
balls," he said,

"This place is a mess and you look awful," I said.

"Thanks," he said sarcastically. "Jess used to keep the house clean."

"I get that, but you look like a hobo," I said.

"Fuck you," he said laughing. "Next time I'll put on a tux when you come
over. Now grab a beer and take a seat," he said.

I walked back to the kitchen and took a beer from the fridge. I opened
it and sat next to him on the couch.

"So you want to talk about it?" I asked.

"Not really," he said.

"She just picked up and left?" I asked.

"Yep, didn't even take all her stuff," he said.

"What did she say?" I asked.

"I thought I said I didn't want to talk about it," he said.

"Come on, at least give me the cliffs notes," I said.

"Fine," he began. "I noticed a few weeks ago that she had been going out
with 'friends' a lot. I didn't mind as we had been seeing each other for
over a year and were living together. I went out with my friends, why
shouldn't she be able to go out with hers. Then she was never in the
mood for sex. She was happy to sit on my face, but she wouldn't blow me
anymore. Anytime I tried to fuck her, she would say she was too tired.
Over the last few weeks she got off with my tongue and I had to go jerk
off in the bathroom after."

"Damn Dude," I said, "And then what happened?"

"A week ago she spent the whole night out, didn't call, didn't text," he
said. "When she finally came home she said she was too drunk to drive
home and spent the night at her friend's house. I was mad, but then she
said something like, 'You didn't want me drive drunk and hurt myself or
someone else did you?' She always had her way of convincing me of
things, and I let it go."

"She was really cheating, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I was too smitten to realize," he said. "Three days ago it
happened again. She stayed out all night and when I confronted her she
came clean. She had been fucking some dude for the last two months
behind my back. We had a huge fight and she wasn't even sorry. The guy
was moving out West and she wanted to go with him. I was really pissed
and told her to get out. She said fine and that I could throw out all of
her stuff. She was going to start a new life on the West Coast and leave
her old one behind. She walked out the door and I haven't heard from her
since."

"Sorry Dude, that sucks," I said.

"Yeah, I thought she was the one," he said.

"Wait, you don't think she..." I started to ask and then paused.

"What?" he asked.

"You don't think she came home after fucking the guy and made you eat
her out do you?" I asked.

"What? No! Gross," he said. "Although..."

"You think?" I asked.

"I did notice she was extra wet and tasted a little funny the lately,"
he said.

"Holy shit," I said, "You ate her lover's cum out of her pussy?!"

He took a big swig from his beer.

"I don't think that will wash it out," I said laughing.

He punched me on the arm and said, "Fuck you, this isn't funny."

Continuing to break his balls I said, "How many 'the one' is that now?"

"Dick," he said, jokingly.

"Let me think," I said, "Jessica, Jennifer, Jill?"

"Fuck off," he said, "How about you? I don't see you ever have any action."

"I do ok for myself," I said. I was lying, and he knew it. Trying to
deflect I said, "What is it with you and chicks and the letter J anyway?"

"I guess it's a coincidence," he said, "Or maybe I just like to be with
people whose name start with the letter J, right John?"

"Now who's being the Dick?" I asked.

"It would be easier, wouldn't it?" He asked.

"What?" I asked.

"Giving up pussy and being with your best friend," he said.

"What?" I said, "I think all that sperm you ate has gone to your brain."

"Screw you," he said jokingly, "But seriously, you never get any pussy
anyway. What would be the difference?"

"I get plenty," I said.

"Name three girls you've fucked," he said.

I hesitated. He knew there was only the one back in college. I stuttered
and said "I...."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he said. "There was only that chick Tara
who was so drunk that you fucked her while she was basically passed out.
If I'm wrong name another one."

"There was..."I paused, not being able to lie and come up with other names.

"That's what I thought," he said, "Just the one, barely."

"Thanks Dick," I said

"I bet you'd look cute as a girl," he said.

"Dude, what are you even talking about," I said, "You're not that drunk
are you?"

"No, but if we were drunk, would it be something you'd think about? It
seems like the only time you get lucky is when the other person is
drunk," he said.

"Listen, Fucko, she wasn't that drunk and she said she loved it. The
next day we decided we were better off as friends. As for this bullshit
you're breaking my balls over, you need to cut it out!" I said.

He started laughing hysterically and said, "Thanks Dude, I just smiled
for the first time in days."

I started to laugh too and he dropped the topic. We continued to drink
beers and ordered a pizza. I helped clean the kitchen and picked up the
garbage while we waited for the food. I knew he wasn't going to do it.
After we ate we watched the latest John Wick movie.

As the movie was ending there was a moment of awkwardness. He put his
hand on my thigh and rubbed it a bit. He said, "Thanks for coming over
and helping clean up. It's nice to have someone around the house again."

I didn't react to where his hand was and said, "Happy to do it Buddy."

We made plans to go out to eat the next night and he walked me to the
door and gave me a bro handshake.

Driving home I had the radio on, but my mind was full of my thoughts.
What was that with him rubbing my leg? What was that nonsense that I'd
look cute as a girl? Would it be easier to settle down with my best
friend instead of constantly chasing after pussy that's not interested
in me? Then I snapped out of it and decided I was thinking crazy. I
blasted the radio and focused on the rest of my drive home.