Another hour passed, and i could tell she was drunk. I carried her to my room, even though she protested, and layed her down on my bed. I ...aited a while just thinking of things to do with this hot ass on my bed. She started gaining conciousness a little bit after a while, and was well aware she was about to be raped and their was nothing she could do. I took off my pants and shirt, and let my dick hang loose to tease Lauren a little. Then, I went over to her and straddled. Jeff kept his word and helped around the apartment andpaid me 'rent' for staying here. Jeff started therapy for hiscondition. The therapy is free to students. Jeff started to liftweights and was becoming quite large. He never looked happier; and Iwas happy for him.We even met a couple living in an apartment on the same floor as us.Kari and Alexis were lesbians but were really cool. We all hit it offand became great friends. Kari was the 'butch' one and she and Jeffbecame really close. . I quickly sat at the lounger where Lauren left her clothes, and attempted to hide my growing erection by picking up a magazine. Lauren was doing laps and I watched her. Every time she came to an end of the pool she would do a flip-turn and that perfect ass would come out of the water just enough to keep my cock hard and throbbing. I don't know how long it was but she must have done about 20 laps when she climbed out, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. Grabbing another for her hair. She was the one chick I could have dumped, if she hadn’t dumped me first. Except she was the only chick that ever called me on my bullshit, and she was spot on every time. I’ve always preferred being the dumpee. I don’t like confrontations, with tears and all that shit. I much prefer being yelled at and told what an asshole I am, then seeing the back side of my lover as she slams the door on the way out. I still felt bad whenever I thought about my girl in college. We’d seen each other all.