I love hanging with the guys. It’s such a nice change of pace. Girls are always bringing drama wherever they go. It’s kinda sad that I have to affiliate with them. Everything’s always the men’s fault. Can’t get a nice job? Men. Can’t afford to buy food? Men. Dropped out of college? Men. Can’t seem to make a relationship work? Men. Girls just can’t take accountability. Which is why I’m glad I’m nothing like them. I’m just another one of the guys.

What’s even better is guys don’t treat me any different from their other guy friends. They won’t go easy on me in games, they’ll rag on me, they won’t open the door when we walk into a building, they’ll burp around me, and they even talk about how hot other girls are when I’m around. It’s so refreshing seeing the insight of guys being guys. Especially when I know for a fact that they aren’t just trying to get in my pants.

I don’t even know what’s so bad about being with guys. They aren’t that good at the games they play and they’re so supportive if you mess up, it’s so easy to make them laugh, they’re so modern that they pick places with automatic doors, they’ll give you cute nicknames like “little sis” and “baby girl”, and if you’re lucky, their preferred type could share some qualities with you. I just don’t get it. It’s like girls only look for things to complain about. They’re so hard on guys for no reason.

It’s a shame how much boys have to tolerate these days. Don’t girls realize how much worse things were back in the day? I bet they don’t really care since it doesn’t directly effect them. Selfish. This world is just sad. All hate. Not enough love. And that’s why a rare caregiving girl like me is around to provide that love that the world’s lacking.

Like now, Chandler’s girlfriend apparently just dumped him out of the blue and he hasn’t been the same ever since. So I’m visiting him to cheer him up. Literally. His face always lights up when I wear my old cheerleader uniform from senior year. But I don’t know if it’ll have the same effect, though. High school was five years ago and the last time I was able to comfortably wear it was Luke’s birthday a few years ago when he asked me to give him the lap dance experience. But I can power through it. I’ll do anything for my friends. Plus, it only slightly hugs me. No big deal.

After reaching his apartment complex and finding his door, I knock on it, waiting for his response. Moments after knocking, I hear footsteps approaching the door. I then hear the sound of the door unlocking before it opens, revealing Chandler. Poor guy. He must’ve been crying up a storm and just needed a moment to fix himself. Guys can be such soldiers.

“Oh, hey, Charlie,” he says,

“Hey, Chandler,” I wave before bringing my hands behind my back, “How you holdin’ up?”

“Uhh ... fine. Why? And what’s with the cute uniform?”

Eee! He called me cute!

“Well, I heard about your breakup and I know how much it can hurt.”

“Well, I mean, that was like two months ago. Plus, it didn’t really effect me that much.”

“Well, it’s easy to say that, but just to be sure, I just wanted to come over and make you feel better. Anything you need me to do, you’ve got it.”

And just as I expected, his eyes light up at my willingness to be there for him.

“Anything?” he asks, stargazed as he looks at the logo of my uniform, no doubt reminiscing the good ol’ days of high school,

“Yup. Anything. You name it, I do it.”

His face then takes a noticeable change. His demeanor just drops before he says,

“Well, now that you mention it, I do have moments where all I can think about is her. It gets hard sometimes.”

Damn, now I just feel bad. I just completely reminded him of his sorrows. But that’s why he needs a friend like me. To help him forget them.

“Aww,” I reply, “Poor thing. Is there anything I can do to help you get your mind off it?”

“I mean,” he starts as he looks me up and down, thinking of what I could possibly do for him,

“There’s a few things that come to mind. If you’re up for it, of course.”

“Absolutely.”

He invites me in and I step inside, walking to his living room.

He shuts the door and follows me. We both sit on his couch and he lets out an audible sigh. Jeez, I guess it hit him harder than he expected. I’m just glad I can get him out of this funk.

“So,” I start, “What can I do to cheer you up?”

He brings a hand to his chin, thinking about his answer, before saying,

“Well, there’s this one thing that ... you know what? Never mind.

I couldn’t possibly ask you to do something like that. It’s too much.”

“No, tell me. Trust me. I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

“Oh, alright. If you insist. It’s just that ... there’s so many things about her that I miss. And one of them was how soft her tits were. And the thought of never being able to squeeze them ever again is just heart wrenching. But, you know, yours are really similar to hers. It would really mean a lot if you just let me touch them for a bit.”

Oh ... well, then ... this took a turn. I thought he’d wanna talk about it or go somewhere else for scenery or something, but this is ... different. But whatever. My friend is hurting and he needs to heal. And if this is what it takes for that healing to take place, then I’m more than willing to accommodate.

“Alright, then,” I say, turning to him, “You made it seem like it was something terrible. Go ahead.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Have at them.”

He wastes zero time. He latches his hands onto my tits, grabbing and squeezing them with no remorse. See, this is what friends are for. Doing anything to get the mind out of dark places. No matter the cost. And he looks so happy. I mean, sure, it’s a bit of an odd request, but it’s all in the name of healing. So it’s fine.

But once again, he takes an unexpected turn. He brings his hands under my shirt, toying with my bare chest. Admittedly, it is kinda weird. I mean, this isn’t typically things friends would ask of each other. But once again, even though it’s unorthodox, it’s still helping him. So I’ll allow it.

“Wow, your tits are incredible,” he says,

“Uhh ... thanks,” I reply, unsure on how to respond,

“This is really helping me out a ton. You’re the greatest friend anyone could ask for.”

Yes! I knew I could help him. He’ll forget all about her in no time.

“So what else do you need me to do?” I ask, remembering that he said there were a few things he wanted,

“You sure you’re up for it?” he replies, still massaging my chest,

“Of course. What are friends for?”

“Alright. Well, I really miss how she’d sit on my lap. It was so cute. I’d really appreciate if you could do that.”

I give him a grin, saying,

“No problem.”

I stand up from the couch as he positions himself. I then bring my legs on either side of him, straddling his lap. He then wraps his arms around my waist, prompting me to lean down on his chest as he rubs my lower back. This feels nice. I can practically feel his heart piecing itself together. It sure sounds like it. It’s beating a little quickly.

But as I’m lying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, I feel his hand maneuvering lower and lower down my back with each rub. He stops right on my butt, rubbing it instead. Ok, it’s weird again. Wait. No. It could be instinct. We are making him forget about his girlfriend, after all. His muscle memory is probably so used to doing it to her, he’s just subconsciously doing it to me. That sounds right. So I can’t really fault him for that. It’s just science.

He then brings his other hand to my butt, rubbing that side, too. Old habits die hard, I guess. So I try ignoring it again, just focusing on his heartbeat. But then, he starts slightly moving my hips back and forth. Now I’m curious.

“Uh ... whatcha doin’ there, pal?” I ask,

“Oh, it’s just something we’d do with each other,” he responds, “She said it’d calm her down after a bad day. I’m sorry. I could stop if it’s making you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Just do whatever feels right.”

I knew he wasn’t doing anything mischievous. It was all in my head. I really need to listen to my instincts more. I settle back on his chest and he continues his therapeutic methods, rubbing my butt and moving me back and forth. It’s so good to help those you care about. It just gives you a warm, fuzzy, delicious feeling inside. There’s nothing like it.