Sitting alone at home, I felt like the world is against me. Another sitcom rerun on tv. My girlfriend of six months had broken up with me two weeks earlier using the excuse that she wasn't emotionally available and needed to be single for a while. Turns out she was seeing someone behind my back and lied right to my face. All I could think about was how much of a bitch she was and how I had lost so much confidence in relationships after her.
I hear a knock on the door. Getting off the couch to answer the door seems like running a marathon at this point and working up the enthusiasm to answer another 'no' to a charity group seemed like it wasn't worth my time. I get to the door and hear sobbing before I even open it. Opening the door I see my coworker and friend Clara standing there in front of me in tears. I began to say hi and before I could finish a word she leapt into my arms for a hug.
Clara and I had hooked up before. She cheated on her boyfriend who I didn't approve of with me when he was away and things had been normal since then. We agreed it was a one time deal (even though there a couple more drunk hook ups afterwards) and that our friendship should remain, even though it was incredibly awkward and confusing.
Clara, her eyes full of tears, needed to be held. We stood there motionless for a minute. I finally broke off the embrace and invited her in. She sat on the couch while I fetched us some drinks. I sat down with her and held on to the fragile state of a woman that sat beside me. Clara told me her story. She had come home from work to her boyfriend waiting for her. He broke up with her over a stupid reason. A long term relationship of 8 years crumbled and she left the house with nowhere to go. She knew she could rely on me and came over.
I was not in the right state of mind to help her deal with the stress of a breakup having just gone through one myself. I consoled her as best I could. I decided we should take our minds off the stress of relationships and turn on a movie while drinking some beverages. There we sat, two fragile souls sipping on alcohol, watching a romantic comedy.
Clara sat sobbing next to me, getting increasingly closer to me as the movie went on. By halfway through we were in a full cuddle with her falling into the embrace of my arms. I thought to myself that Clara was in such a fragile state that to risk anything more than a friendship was foolish. It was better to be the friend in this scenario and not ruin our friendship entirely because Clara needed me.
The next part of the movie could not have been more awkward looking at the situation I was in. It showed two friends getting drunk and having sex. Clara nudged around her body although feeling uncomfortable with what was depicted on the screen before us. I leaned back a bit and let her move away if she wanted. Clara instead began rubbing my crotch with her hand and playing it off like nothing was happening. I could feel a bulge building in my pants and confronted Clara about what she was doing. I asked her if she really wanted to do what she was doing and whether we should continue. Clara looked at me with her beautiful hazel eyes and said she knew exactly what she was doing. She said we had both gone through traumatic experiences and maybe this would help ease our stresses. I agreed.
Clara then pushed me over onto the couch and jumped on top of me. We began kissing passionately, as if this was the last kiss we ever shared. I ran my hand down through her silky hair to her face.