Chapter 48

~Stacey~

Radiant. Perfect. Flawless. Just three words of many that go through my head when I see her. April Heidele. My college roommate. My best friend. I think about our relationship; meeting as roommates, becoming friends, finding out about her crush on me. The two of us growing apart is one of my biggest regrets, but everything is so much better when we finally make love.

Now April looks beautiful, all dressed in white. Even with heels she barely manages to break five feet in height. Her green eyes are sparkling behind her glasses, and her wavy blonde hair flows freely about her face and down her back. The flowing dress is very tasteful, with only the top slopes of her small breasts visible.

I can’t help but smile at her as she approaches me. April’s eyes find mine, and I see the pity in her gaze. The sexy nerd continues walking, right past me as she continues down the aisle. Finally she reaches her destination, standing to face Steven, who is dressed in a black tuxedo.

April. Just the latest person to abandon me. First Steven, now April. Both of them are moving on with their lives, leaving me in the same dumpster I’m always tossed in when someone is done with me. I’m just shocked they’re together, despite the odds. I guess anyone is better than me?

Tears fill my eyes as the ceremony begins. I blink my eyes, but it only causes the tears to start running down my cheeks. The words, the declarations of love, they echo in my ears. Yet, I can barely hear them over the heavy breathing. Wait. Is that snoring?

My eyes slowly open, allowing me to see the white ceiling of my bedroom. I’m laying naked beneath the covers, and there’s a warm body pressed against me. April’s head is resting on my right breast, her mouth hanging open as she snores cutely. I can’t help it, I start giggling.

April marrying Steven? What a fucking absurd dream! My girlfriend is still considering labeling Steven a sexual predator, and Steven will never leave Lexi. April is still upset with Steven for hurting me, and she doesn’t know how to process her lust for him with her knowledge of him and Kayla. April and Steven getting together? No fucking way! The dream probably demonstrates a fear of being abandoned, of being alone.

I don’t have much time to reflect, as my giggling wakes April. The adorable blonde grumbles as she slowly sits up and brushes her hair out of her face. She looks down at my titty, smirking when she sees her drool on it. Her small hand brushes across my breast, teasing my nipple.

No good morning, no affectionate kiss, nothing. She’s just playing with my boob. Fuck, she’s adorable. It’s a nice Saturday morning, and I’m glad she’s in bed with me. At this point, I don’t try and have April sleep on the couch. We spend every night together. Now, I’m laying in bed while her finger traces around my areola.

“What are you doing? Stop!” I laugh, playfully slapping her hand.

“No, thank you,” April replies cheekily while playing with my breast. “I understand why guys are so obsessed with titties. They’re fucking great.”

“Play with your own boobs!” I insist, attempting to cross my arms over my chest.

“Yours are bigger,” my girlfriend reasons as she gets up on her knees and struggles to pry my arms off my tits.

“Yours are perkier!” I counter, lashing out to lightly slap her hanging right breast, making it jiggle.

“Stacey!” April gasps, falling onto her side as she uses her arms to protect her breasts.

“You loved it,” I snort, smiling at her fake horrified look.

“You want a titty fight? Fine!” April snarls, lunging at me. “You got a titty fight!”

April and I start up a round of naked wrestling. The covers get kicked away as we roll around on the bed, struggling for dominance. She buries her face in my breasts and motorboats my titties while I grab her ass. Then I manage to roll her onto her belly and repeatedly spank her while she cries out, her little feet kicking in the air.

“I win!” I declare, smacking her butt with one hand while pushing her face into the pillow.

“No way!” April growls into the pillow, her voice muffled.

“I’m the best, deal with it,” I giggle, laying down beside April and pulling the blanket back on top of us.

“Jerk,” she grunts as she snuggles up to me again. “Fine, you get this round. Your ass is mine next time.”

“You’re the one who loves it up the butt,” I roll my eyes.

“Cock belongs in every hole,” April shrugs, looking up at me with interest. “By the way, what were you giggling about when we woke up?”

“Oh, it was nothing, just, ah, a bad dream,” I answer with a sigh.

“Why would a bad dream make you giggle?” she frowns in confusion. “Weirdo.”

“I was just laughing about how ridiculous it was,” I explain. “It really sucked. I don’t wanna think about it.”

“Maybe I can distract you,” April perks up, lifting her head to grin at me.

“How do you plan to do that?” I ask.

“I plan to do this,” she declares.

A smirk crosses my face when April ducks her head beneath the covers. I whisper her name, giggling as April stops briefly to lick my nipple. The blanket keeps shifting as April crawls down the bed. I adjust myself, laying on my back and spreading my legs so the little blonde nerd can get between them.

“Mm, April!” I coo when April starts licking my slit.

My breasts rise and fall with my breathing as I lean my head back against the pillow. Reaching beneath the blanket, I bury my hands in April’s blonde locks as she continues eating me. Her hands grip my thighs, keeping me spread open so she can munch away. I can feel her lips on my labia while her tongue darts inside me.

April is enthusiastic and eager. In addition, she knows my body very well at this point. As a result, she’s able to play me like an instrument. Within minutes, I’m holding her face to my crotch as I buck my hips and beg her to keep eating me. I have no doubt that April’s face is absolutely drenched in my love juices.

“Mm! Mm!” April moans, shaking her head back and forth rapidly as she stays between my legs.

Releasing April’s head, I grab my tits with both hands, mauling them roughly as I feel the pressure building. My sexy girlfriend pushes two fingers up my twat, curling them against my g-spot. I tug on my nipples as I arch my back and start gasping, my orgasm taking full control.

April sits up, flinging the covers back so she can hover over me. Morning light streams through the window, outlining April and making her blonde hair shine. I smile up at her, thinking that she looks like an angel. A nude, sexy, nymphomaniac angel, but still an angel.

I giggle when April grabs my right ankle and raises my leg over her shoulder. Scooting closer to me, April throws her right leg over me so that her foot is planted on the mattress beside my waist. I grab her right ankle as I watch her position herself so that our pussies are touching.

Hugging my leg to her chest, April hovers over me as she grinds her vulva down against mine. I hold her ankle with one hand while squeezing my own breast and looking up at the cute nerd. April’s eyes show her lust, her love. She’s breathing heavily, her lips slightly parted as we make love.

“Fuck, this feels good,” I moan, bucking my hips to press my pussy against April’s slit.

“I love you, Stacey,” April whispers passionately, looking at me intensely.

I echo her feelings in a throaty voice, our slick pussies rubbing together as we both moan and pant. It’s really amazing sex, and my toes curl when April and I cum at the same time. Seeing me orgasm inspires her to make one more position change. With April on top, the two of us sixty-nine until we both cum one more time.

“You are very good at distracting me,” I giggle, holding April close as we cuddle.

“You’re welcome,” she smirks while brushing the tip of her finger across my nipple.

“I’m hungry,” I say, changing the subject. “Eat breakfast before showering?”

“Sure, I just gotta pee first,” April replies, sitting up.

April heads to the bathroom naked while I slip on a pair of panties. Not bothering with a robe, I make my way to the kitchen and start making breakfast. Nothing crazy, just reheated breakfast sandwiches. We eat them with coffee while playing on our phones.

“We still going out tonight?” I ask after swallowing a bite of my sandwich.

“Sure,” April answers, setting down her coffee mug. “Do you want to eat dinner, too? Or just go to the bar?”

“Dinner,” I confirm. “We’re going shopping tomorrow, so we aren’t leaving the house all day. We can eat out for dinner.”

“That works. I’ve been craving shrimp,” she says. “Oh, I need to do laundry, too.”

“So do I. Tomorrow?” I offer.

“Yeah, but when we move we should try and get a place with its own washer and dryer,” April muses.

“Agreed,” I reply. “We can afford a nicer place with both our incomes. Maybe a place with other amenities. Like front door security so some idiot we both stupidly fucked can’t come back and break down the door.”

I get a nod from April in return before she loses herself in her phone. Turning to my own phone, I send Kayla a couple of texts, confirming the lock-in’s success. Then I text with Steven. I’m so sick of the back and forth. I can sleep with him, I can’t, then I can, now I can’t again. Fuck. I miss him. I don’t want to blame April, not with what she’s dealing with, but I just want her to realize he’s not a predator. He’s not her uncle.

Stacey: Good morning! How was your date with Nicole?

Steven: Other than falling asleep in the desert, great! How’s April?

Stacey: Oh no! I hope a snake didn’t join you! And April’s okay, I think.

Steven: No, no snakes.

Stacey: Just your trouser snake? ;)

Steven: Is April okay with us flirting?

Stacey: No. Shut up.

Steven: Sorry. :(

Stacey: Not your fault. She really is doing much better. Therapy, medication. She’s getting help.

Steven: Good. I’m glad.

Stacey: Did everyone else have fun at the lock-in? Kayla said she did, then went back to bed.

Steven: I think so. There was some drama, but nothing too crazy.

Stacey: Glad to hear it!

Steven: I decided to treat Kayla to a father-daughter day next week. I’ll take a day off.

Stacey: That’s a great idea! What day? Remember, the restraining order hearing is Monday.

Steven: It won’t be Monday, don’t worry. Do you want me to go with you? Or cover at work?

Stacey: I want you to be there, but it might make things harder on April.

Steven: I understand. I’ll leave it up to you.

Stacey: I’ll let you know. Thank you for offering.

Steven: Of course. :) Father-daughter day won’t be tomorrow, either.

Stacey: Family game night. I remember.

Steven: And golf. :(

Stacey: Golf? Do you need me?

Steven: It’s not for business. Kayla’s boyfriend won a round of golf and invited me.

Stacey: Bonding with your daughter’s boyfriend? Aw!

Steven: Yeah, it’s probably for the best. Ian’s not comfortable with Kayla having sex with me.

Stacey: You have a special relationship, but it does cause problems. :/

Steven: You don’t need to tell me.

Stacey: You work on getting Ian to accept things, and I’ll work on April.

Steven: Sure, that works. :P

“Who are you texting with?” April asks, looking at me curiously.

“Steven,” I answer carefully.

“Oh,” she replies in a flat voice.

“Kayla really did pursue him, and nothing happened before she was eighteen.” I quickly respond. “He didn’t groom her, and I know he is still conflicted about it. He’s not perfect, I know. But, he’s a good man. He’d never hurt an-”

“I get it,” April interrupts. “I don’t want to talk about this, Stacey.”

“Okay, we’ll do the mature thing and avoid the problem,” I snap, glaring at her.

“I’m not reporting him, I’m not trying to keep you from going to work,” April points out. “I just need time to process this, okay?”

“Okay,” I sigh, pursing my lips.

I pee and go through my morning routine while April showers. Then we switch so I can wash my hair and body. I also need to shave. April still has her beautiful blonde bush, and I insist she never shaves it. Despite our current disagreement, there’s a fun moment where we approach each other in the shower and I run my fingers through the short hairs on her pubic mound.

Since it’s just the two of us, we don’t bother getting dressed. We lounge around the living room only wearing panties. The television is on, but neither of us is watching. April is sitting sideways in the armchair, her legs over the armrest so she can cutely kick her feet while reading her new book, Halcyon Nights.

I’m sitting on the couch, leaning over the coffee table so I can draw. My blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and I’m frowning in concentration. I start off by drawing myself having sex with the Mistress of Flames, my name for April in my art. It’s a great way to show off her fiery personality.

Eventually, Steven makes an appearance as Beast Man. I want to draw him with Mistress of Flames, but just the idea of it makes me think of the issues between Steven and April. Instead, I draw myself sucking him off. Then a drawing of me getting fucked from behind by Beast Man. The bulging muscles, the strong arms holding my waist. It’s making me realize how badly I want cock right now.

“What are you drawing?” April eventually asks.

“Nothing interesting,” I shrug nonchalantly.

“Show me!” she insists, looking up from her book.

“Um, okay,” I mumble, holding up the image.

“You getting fucked by Steven. Shocking,” April rolls her eyes.

“No, I’m getting fucked by Beast Man,” I protest weakly.

“Who is based on Steven,” she counters.

“Well, yeah...” I acknowledge, biting my lower lip.

“Guess I’m not enough for you,” April sighs, turning back to her book.

“I love being with you, April,” I state, getting up and walking over to April with my sketch pad. “Remember this?”

“Mistress of Flames,” she smiles, looking at a full page portrait of her. April’s radiance is on full display as flames dance all around her.

“I love you, you dummy,” I remind her, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “You are enough for me romantically. It’s just, well, a girl needs cock sometimes. You understand.”

“Yeah, I get it,” April giggles cutely before her smile fades. “But, why does it have to be him?”

“It wasn’t long ago that you were completely in lust with Steven,” I point out.

“That was then,” she replies. “I still think he’s hot, but knowing about him and Kayla, I can’t. I know you still want to fuck him.”

“I do want to fuck him,” I admit, making April wince. “And we don’t exactly have another guy we trust. Remember Barry? Random hookups don’t seem too smart.”

“Yeah, that asshole was a mistake,” she agrees. “Fuck, I hate thinking about that guy inside me, inside you. Gross.”

Barry isn’t the first asshole I regret sleeping with. Like most girls, I have memories of being fucked and ditched. Guys moving on once getting a girl to bend over, heading off for their next conquest. I know it’s not just men, all people can be horrible. It’s just that I have experience being seen as nothing more than three holes and a pair of tits. Men like Steven are even more special because of how much they care, how genuine they are.

I still cringe when I remember blowing the guy in college who publicly rates girls on how well they suck dick. I wonder if that stupid chart is still on the frat house bulletin board. My name up there with various ratings on my technique, how well I can deepthroat, if I swallow. There’s probably a new list up by now, and that guy is long out of college, like me.

Either way, Barry is definitely the worst guy to get between my legs. Thinking of him touching me or April? Disgusting. Steven is the first person I think of to rescue April and me. I want him to come to the hearing, but April won’t be okay with it. Fuck!

“So, unless you have any guy friends you wanna invite into our bed, I’m not sure who else we could even suggest,” I say, trying not to dwell.

“I don’t,” April shakes her head. “You?”

“Nope,” I answer. “And, you know...”

“You’re still in love with Steven,” she finishes for me.

“Yeah...” I trail off.

“Stacey? Can I keep the picture?” April asks suddenly, looking up at me with wide, green eyes.

“Of course you can,” I smile widely while carefully removing the page from my sketchpad. “Oh, and I know it was you who commented on my NaughtyDraw account.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she replies with feigned innocence as she looks down at the picture with a smile. “Anyone could have pointed out how great of an artist you are.”

“And that same person commented on how my pussy tastes heavenly?” I inquire with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe it’s obvious from your profile picture?” April suggests.

“My avatar is just a drawing of my face with some details changed,” I roll my eyes.

“A drawing of a lady with a tasty snatch. Makes sense to me,” she shrugs.

I just sigh and shake my head as I return to the couch so I can get back to drawing. April finishes her book and starts complaining about how long she’s going to have to wait to find out if the prince is dead or not. Whatever that means.

April puts away the book and her new picture before sitting back in the armchair with her e-reader. She also uses her phone to order a frame for my drawing, which makes me smile. I decide to draw a picture of Kayla for her graduation and work on a few ideas until lunch.

We heat up a frozen pizza in the oven for lunch and eat it on the couch while drinking sodas. Caffeine and grease, great for a lazy day. It’s my turn to pick what we watch, and I decide to take pity on April. Instead of putting on Hospital Doctors in Love, I start an episode of Sluts About Town.

I think both shows are a lot alike, so I’m not sure why April teases me about HDL. Hospital Doctors in Love even has sex scenes! Of course, the scenes in Sluts About Town are much more explicit. In fact, sometimes it feels like watching porn.

This is a great episode; it’s the one where the columnist meets the business mogul. They begin a complicated on-again, off-again relationship. Of course, we aren’t that far yet. Right now, they’re just running into each other. I love a man in a suit. He’s not as hot as Steven, but this guy is still very yummy. The main character flirts with the classy man a few times before finally agreeing to a date.

The date goes well, and the business mogul gets some road head on the way back to his place. Of course, all sex acts are simulated, so all we see is her head going up and down in his lap. Back at the rich guy’s condo, we see the columnist on all fours getting pounded from behind while the sexy man holds her hips, his muscular chest covered in sweat.

“Do my titties bounce like that when I’m in doggy?” I wonder as I admire the two flawless bodies on the screen.

“Yes! She’s got nice tits, but yours are better,” April answers, reaching over to squeeze one of my exposed breasts.

“Thanks,” I smirk while absentmindedly swatting her hand.

“Fuck, watching this is making me want to get pounded,” she comments in a throaty voice.

“Oh, so it’s okay for you to want real cock, but not me?” I accuse lightly.

“Hey, sometimes a girl just wants to feel a live, throbbing dick in her cunt,” April shrugs before finally turning serious. “And fine, you’re right. I’m sorry. We love each other, but we both love real cock, too. Maybe we’ll find one tonight!”

“Let’s just be careful. No Barry repeats,” I add with a wince.

April just grunts before grabbing the last slice of pizza. We watch the woman climax while the guy cums inside her. Well, again, it’s fake, but both orgasms do look real. They have the facial expressions exactly right. The scene fades to black as April lets out a loud belch.

“That was gross,” I roll my eyes.

“You’re welcome,” April replies, scratching her flat stomach.

“Didn’t say thanks,” I grunt before taking a sip of my soda.

“I know!” she exclaims. “So, so rude!”

After lunch, I lay sideways on the couch as I watch the beginning of the columnist’s relationship with the business mogul. The confident, successful business man who has trouble letting people get close reminds me of Steven. My heart aches with longing. I do love April, I really do. I just want Steven in my life, too. And not just as my employer.

Glancing over at April, I see her sitting sideways in the armchair again, her little legs crossed as she moves her bare foot in a small circle. She’s looking at her e-reader, but her cell phone is resting on her exposed belly. I look slightly higher, loving how perky her small boobs are. April’s nipples are the ideal shade of pink, and I feel the urge to suck on them. April’s phone suddenly buzzing slightly on her stomach makes me jump slightly.

“Someone reaching out for a booty call?” I ask as April picks up her phone.

“It’s a notification, not a text,” April rolls her eyes. “Oh, and we just talked about the fact that I don’t know a guy who can rail us. But, nice try.”

“I just love an opportunity to call you a whore,” I shrug.

“You’ve been with way more guys than I have!” she counters, glaring at me.

“Maybe, but I’m not the one who insisted we hook up with Drew and Luke,” I reason. “I also wasn’t the one who got DP’d and spit-roasted. Oh, and I remember you screaming over and over that you were a whore.”

“I like dirty talk,” April grunts before looking back at her phone. “Oh!”

“What?” I ask with a frown.

“My package is ten stops away!” she declares, hopping to her feet.

“What package?” I follow up with.

“My new graphics card, remember?” April asks, shaking her head as she plugs in her e-reader before starting to run around the apartment grabbing boxes.

I remember. On the advice of her therapist, April is getting back into some of her old hobbies. So, she’s building herself a brand new computer. As April starts pulling out tools and components, I’m reminded of our college days. Computer parts all over our dorm room, various small tools, and a bunch of other shit I don’t understand.

“Yeah, I remember,” I nod. The last part she needs is finally back in stock.

“I’m gonna go wait for it,” she announces, heading for the door.

“Uh, April?” I call out.

“Yeah?” April replies, looking over her shoulder at me.

“Tits,” I state, pointing toward her chest.

“Oh! Right!” she giggles, looking down at her bosom before running off to the bedroom.

April returns a couple minutes later wearing slippers and a purple robe. Her nipples are denting the fabric, but she doesn’t seem to care. My petite girlfriend pecks my lips before rushing out the door as fast as her little feet will take her, excitement clearly overwhelming her.

“Is that it?” I ask when April returns with a brown cardboard box.

“Yup!” April exclaims happily, setting down the box so she can kick off her slippers and remove her robe, baring her small breasts once again.

“So, you have everything you need to build your computer?” I wonder.

“I do!” she grins, opening the brown package to take out the box holding the graphics card.

Shutting off the television, I follow April into the kitchen. Sitting at the table, I watch as April starts putting supplies together. I recognize the computer case she sets on the kitchen table, but that’s about it. The case is all black and it has several fans. It’s also fucking massive. I didn’t know there were even computer towers made this large. She has a bunch of other boxes with pictures of the components that I know will go inside the case. There’s also a small toolkit that she opens. It’s got a bunch of different screwdriver bits, and a few other things. She then stands in front of the table and grabs the first box.

“That thing is huge,” I comment, gesturing at the case.

“That’s what she said,” April grunts while pulling tape off a package. “And it’s to fit the graphics card with room to expand in the future. Upgrades!”

“What’s that?” I inquire when April pulls out a black box with a bunch of wires.

“Power supply,” April answers as she plugs it in.

“What’s that?” I repeat when April pulls out a blue wrist strap with a coiled cord. The other end has a metal clip.

“Anti-static strap,” April answers while slipping it onto her wrist. She then puts the clip on one of the screws of the power supply. “It dissipates any excess static charge so I won’t fry any components. I’ve never done anything like that, but why risk it? This GPU was eight hundred dollars.”

“You spent eight hundred dollars on that one part?!” I gasp.

“Uh, yeah, kinda,” she admits, looking guilty. “The shipping was free.”

“Oh, well, in that case...” I trail off, rolling my eyes.

“It has twenty-four gigabytes of GDDR6 memory with a three hundred eighty-four bit bus width!” April reasons, holding up the box that has a picture of the component. “I even spent extra on the power supply to support the boost clock speed of two thousand six hundred eighty megahertz! The capacitors are military-grade, and it has three fans for optimal air flow! Not to mention the two HDMI ports so I can run dual monitors.”

“I, you, what?” I ask stupidly before managing to gather my thoughts. “What the fuck are you talking about, you crazy bitch?”

“My kick-ass new computer!” she responds, completely in her element while surrounded by electronics. “More HDMI ports would be nice, but that’s a problem for another day.”

“Your expensive new computer,” I counter, watching her check to make sure she has everything. “If that one part was eight hundred dollars, how much were the others?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” April shakes her head.

“I guess I’ll help,” I shrug, dropping the money issue as I use the hair elastic on my wrist to put my hair into a ponytail.

“How exactly are you gonna help? You didn’t understand one word I said about the GPU,” she giggles cutely.

“Yes, I did!” I argue. “ I know what a capacitor is! It’s the thing that lets the car travel through time once it has enough gigawatts stored up.”

“That was a movie, idiot,” April rolls her eyes while carefully moving the computer case out of the way. “You can watch, but be careful!”

I watch as April takes a rectangular part out of a box and sets it on the plastic bag it comes in. She explains that it’s an anti-static bag before going on and on about how the voltage difference between the body and the computer need to be evenly balanced. Apparently, carpeting and fuzzy sweaters can increase the risk of damaging something, which is why she’s using the kitchen table. I have no clue what the fuck she’s talking about, but she’s building a computer practically naked. It’s kind of cute, and I smile at her.

“Do you want me to dab the sweat from your forehead with a cloth while you work?” I offer while she pulls a big rectangle component out of a box.

“I’m not a doctor performing surgery!” April giggles.

She says the rectangle is the motherboard, and that installing the CPU is the first step. There is a lever on the motherboard that April uses to lift some sort of bracket that I guess is meant to protect the CPU. Grabbing another box, she tears it open and extracts a little metal square. She puts the metal square on the motherboard and lowers the frame or bracket thingy over it before putting the lever down again.

“The little square was the CPU?” I check to confirm.

“Yup!” she grins happily. “Eight performance-cores, sixteen efficient-cores, for a total of twenty-four cores with thirty-two threads.”

“I don’t know what that means,” I reply simply.

“P-cores are for more heavy tasks,” April explains. “E-cores are for more background tasks.”

I nod as if I understand, even though April isn’t looking at me. She grabs two identical boxes and places them in front of her. After ripping open both boxes, she ends up with four long rectangle pieces. I have no clue what they are.

“What are those?” I ask when April starts putting the long rectangles on the motherboard, side-by-side.

“RAM. Sometimes called memory,” she responds. “I’m using four DIMMs of DDR5 memory, each providing thirty-two gigabytes, for a total of one hundred twenty-eight gigabytes.”

“That’s a lot of gigabytes,” I comment, my lips pressed together as I nod. Are we still speaking English?

“Yup,” April confirms while extracting yet another rectangle, this one smaller.

“More memory?” I inquire, trying to sound smart.

“No, this is an SSD,” she shakes her head while unscrewing a metal piece near the CPU. “M .2 solid-state drives are the default these days. They’re faster and more energy efficient. This one is two terabytes, which should be plenty.”

“Of course, why would you use anything else?” I reply.

“No real reason,” April answers, not catching the sarcasm as she switches to a different screwdriver bit. “If you need more storage you can just install a larger hard drive, but there’s no reason to boot from an old platter drive. An external drive is an option, too. Games use a lot of storage. I have another internal drive for that, though.”