*All characters engaged in any sort of sexual conduct are at least 18 years of age. Story set in Ottawa where the legal drinking age is 19.*
"Okay, that last shot took me past tipsy, I'm full-on drunk now!"
Dave didn't want to admit it, but he knew it was the same for him. He watched Hannah chuckle furiously after her admission and he smiled absent-mindedly.
Hannah was the girlfriend of Dave's best friend, Matt. The two boys had met Hannah at the same time 6 years ago during their first year of high school. They had all graduated around two years ago, but Matt was the only one who skipped university. He had recently got an entry-level office job through his father, so he couldn't come out on mid-week drinkscapades with his two favourite people as often as he used to.
Luckily, Matt and Dave had opposite romantic taste in women, so Dave wasn't jealous when Matt and Hannah became an item after the three of them were friends for a year.
Not to say that Dave and Hannah didn't get along - they considered each other to be very close friends - Hannah just wasn't Dave's type. She was a bubbly, cutesy, tiny blonde thing with a pixie cut and very slim figure. Dave was usually more into the brooding, sarcastic, and voluptuous brunette types.
Despite his preferences, Dave was still a straight man with a working pair of eyes, so he wasn't blind to Hannah's attractiveness. Her huge green eyes were always captivating within her face full of otherwise petite features. Hannah's chest growing from completely flat to a very pert set of B cups didn't go unnoticed by Dave either in the half decade he had known her.
More importantly, Dave loved Hannah and Matt as a couple. He thought the two were incredibly well-matched. They still fully supported and loved each other after 5 years together, and according to both of them, the sex life was still on fire even after they moved in together over a year ago.
Dave would sometimes harbour a dull jealousy over their successful relationship. Dave was always in and out of short terms flings and while the casual sex was great and he was only 20, he did sometimes crave the company of someone a bit more constant. His longest relationship had been 4 months.
"Last call," muttered an annoyed server as she brushed by them.
"Ugghhh, it's already 2?" Hannah slurred to Dave, "I should go home. See if Matt will give me any."
Dave laughed, "he's got work in the morning! Although I'm sure he wouldn't mind being woken up for the right reasons."
The two of them had always been very open, so Dave didn't really find it strange to talk about his best friend's sex life with his best friend's girlfriend.
"You'd think so, right? He's a MONSTER if he's woken up in the middle of the night with work the next day. And not in the fun way."
"Oh well, I'm sure you can last, Hannah."
"CAN I?!" Hannah said with mock desperation before giggling. She shifted uncomfortably for a moment before adding, "or maybe I'll just blow another stranger again."
If it wasn't for the sign of nervousness, Dave would have taken the comment entirely as part of Hannah's strange and crude sense of humour. The two knew each other well enough, however, to pick up on subtle tells and Dave gave Hannah a sceptical look. She giggled nervously and he decided to shake it off and join her in laughing. Hannah seemed relieved at his choice.
The two joked some more as drunk people are wont to do. They touched each other's arms and didn't make a lot of sense, as drunk people are wont to do. Then they finally settled up and went out onto the warm summer night.
"Ahhh," Hannah breathed, "it's always such a relief to come out of a bar after so long. The silence is beautiful!" Dave smiled at her and nodded his agreement. She continued, "it's like a whole other world out here. Almost as if I left my drunkenness inside."
As if on cue, Hannah stumbled over her own feet and just managed to catch herself on a telephone pole to stop from faceplanting. She laughed manically and Dave couldn't help but join in.
"I think you brought SOME of your drunk outside with you!" Dave managed to get out through his laughter. This caused Hannah - who had just released the telephone pole from her grip - to laugh so hard she needed support again and she used Dave this time.
The two clutched at each other while they laughed over practically nothing until the moment eventually faded. They started to walk again, but Hannah kept her hand around Dave's waist and Dave kept his arm around Hannah's shoulder; an easy feat with Hannah's tiny 5'3 height. This wasn't an uncommon way for the pair to walk around while drunk, and they would even do it in front of Matt. Still, Dave felt a little strange after Hannah's bizarre comment in the bar and he was silent while he tried to think of subtle ways to bring it up.
He wasn't given much time, however, as Hannah chirped up fairly quickly, "why so quiet, big guy?"
And with the subtlety of a jackhammer, Dave responded, "was thinking about that weird blowjob comment you made earlier." He felt Hannah tense up for a brief moment before replying.
"Yeah, well, Matt doesn't really want blowjobs as often as I want to give them, so..."
"Wait, what?! I thought you guys were doing well!"
"We are!" Hannah exclaimed while breaking out of their walking stance to turn and face Dave. "I love Matt with all my heart, and the sex is great, I just have a stronger drive than he does."
Dave felt nervous and upset and weirded out and his voice reflected it. "Wait, so... what. What does that mean? What are you saying?"
"I dunno," Hannah shrugged and looked at the sidewalk.
Dave hated himself for noticing how adorable she looked standing there. Her ripped jeans hugging her tiny waist. A little of her flat stomach showing below her seafoam green tank top. A white bra purposefully peaking out of the bust line of the shirt. Her young, firm cleavage with such incredible volume and shape that it could put many larger busts to shame.
Hannah squirmed under Dave's silence, assuming he was making different observations. She spoke up, "Hey, let's talk about this. I'm hungry anyway. Sub?"
Dave snapped out of his train of thought and grimly agreed. They silently made their way to their common late night drunken hangout: a semi-sketchy sub sandwich place that was mercifully open 24/7.
The pair had been there so often that if the staff was even remotely friendly, they would be able to order "the usual". As it stood, they had to spell out their orders to the miserable looking guy behind the counter. They paid and took their subs silently to their usual table, both dreading the impending conversation.
They made small talk while they ate and Dave tried to navigate the endless things he was feeling. He saw Hannah in a new light that made him both angry at her and attracted to her. Two things that felt fairly foreign to him. It didn't help that she was holding her long sandwich in both hands, stuffing it into her mouth. Why had Dave never made that dirty connection before?
Hannah appeared to have forgotten the context of their visit and was blissfully engaged in her sandwich. Dave hadn't even taken a bite yet. He eventually noticed and tried to catch up to distract himself. But his attempts didn't last long as Hannah's speed was causing her eating to be messy. Despite the absurdity, Dave couldn't help but be very aware of his crotch tightening as Hannah wiped excess mayo off her mouth with a finger and proceeded to suck it off.
He survived the tension, however, and soon the pair had nothing but crumbs in front of them. Dave felt the blood start to drain from his crotch and flow back into his brain. The feelings of confusion, fear and hurt returned. He wanted answers from Hannah. She spoke first.
"Look, Dave. I'm sorry."
"For what? For cheating on Matt? Is that actually what you're saying?"
"Dave!" Hannah said in desperation, "Can you listen to me first?"
Dave just glared at her. Neither of them were used to Dave like this. Forever an affable and understanding guy, this snippy and stand-offish side was truly a rare one for him. Hannah continued.
"Look, I've been with Matt for 5 years. We still desperately love each other, we only fight often enough to be normal, and the sex is still amazing when it happens." Dave rolled his eyes, but Hannah ignored it.
"I want to spend the rest of my life with Matt, and I think he feels the same way. The thing is, Matt was so many sexual firsts for me. In high school I was nervous and he was endlessly horny. I made him wait for a lot of things."
While Dave was open with Hannah and Matt, their conversations usually weren't so earnest. They would casually make mention of some sexual act or escapade. It was never an emotional assessment. Dave tried to stay angry, and feigned disinterest by looking down as he crumpled his sandwich wrapping.
