It was another Friday night, the summer heat cooling down with the sun now set, and as usual, Steve was beat. His final class of the week, an interesting lecture on history, ended early enough in the day at two in the afternoon. This gave Steve more than enough time to get a jump on his homework as he could not enjoy himself properly until it was all finished. By six o'clock he was at the gym with his friends, and by nine he was at home, exhausted, but ready to relax.
He sat on the couch of his family's living room, watching a basketball game with his dad, talking about the week, but not focusing on anything important. If pressed for details, neither would really be able to recall the conversation, it was being together that mattered.
Before ten o'clock, Steve heard the familiar ring of a new message. He did not need to look at the screen to know it was from Alissa, likely more than a few drinks deep as she was with friends at one of the many bars downtown. When he did unlock the phone, he was greeted to a selfie in the bathroom of whatever dive she had gone to that night, bending forward and giving him a perfect view of her deep cleavage.
Steve grinned at the picture, which was soon followed by a text message below.
"You busy?"
He replied, "Nah, watching the game with my dad."
The Friday message had become a routine now after Steve and Alissa met a few months ago, during the summer break from school, by complete chance. She did not attend school and worked in an office during the week. They met at a loud bar one weekend, but it was not his usual hangout. Steve had only gone to celebrate a friend's birthday, and she quickly learned that he had little interest in loud places. On the other hand, she loved to dance, and since her roommate, Megan, loved that as well, they went often.
Their initial relationship chilled for a while, but soon he began to receive the late night texts on Fridays. They always led to Steve picking up the two ladies, and maybe sometimes one or two more friends, and driving them home. Once back at Alissa's apartment, Megan would usually head to sleep after all the drinks, leaving Steve and Alissa free to release a week's worth of pent up energy into the late hours of the night.
The phone went off again, "Megz is hammered and we should get home. We're calling a cab, unless you want to come over and help put me to bed ;)."
Without missing a beat, he typed back, "I'll be there in 15."
Steve was dressed in his jeans and favorite t-shirt less than a minute later, and walking past the couch, his dad shot him a smile, "Going to see some friends?"
"Yeh, I'll be out late."
"Same friends as last week, and the week before?"
Steve kept on walking, a wide grin on his face, "Yep, you got it." His dad always poked fun at him when it came to women, though he hardly ever brought it up directly.
Steve loved driving at this time of night: the air was cool, the roads were virtually empty, and he was beginning to associate late night trips with wild, passionate sex. Pulling up to the bar, he saw the two ladies outside. Alissa was holding Megan's hand, both looking fantastic in short dresses that accentuated their thick bodies. Both ladies had similar body types, a little on the chubby side, but with curves that drove Steve crazy.
Alissa helped Megan into the back seat, closing the door behind the girl who had drunk far too much. "Hey Steve, thanks for coming." She placed her head back and closed her eyes, barely able to stay awake, as the passenger side door opened and Alissa sat down next to Steve..
Driving along, Megan had all but drifted off in the back, and Alissa had begun her favorite game, which was always some type of voyeuristic behavior. Steve glanced over and saw that her dress had been pulled up, revealing a dark blue thong. She looked right at him as she slipped her hand beneath the fabric to begin touching herself. Whether drunk or sober, Alissa was always forward with her desires, and it drove Steve crazy how direct she was with her needs.
Steve looked into the rear mirror, seeing that Megan was still sitting quietly with her eyes shut. Alissa continued moving one hand beneath her thong, while the other reached over to Steve's leg, slowly caressing the bulge that grew inside his jeans. The ride was short, but always exciting, as they arrived at the apartment.
As he turned off the ignition, Megan stirred and was somehow full of energy once more. The three went inside while she talked endlessly about something that had happened at work. While normally this was the moment she would head to her room and pass out, she seemed to have something else on her mind, turning to the pair and saying,"Time for a movie!"
Steve and Alissa were surprised, since Megan often went straight to bed after a night of drinking, or she went home with someone from the bar. Neither objected, however, and they grabbed a bottle of wine for Steve to catch up.
The living room was set up in a rather strange way, due to the fact that each roommate had brought a large couch of their own when moving in together. The television was set against the wall, while the two large couches were fit in almost perpendicularly in order to both fit. Megan laid down on the nearer couch to the screen, while Alissa and Steve took the one slightly further back.
Everyone had a glass of wine in hand as the film began, and with the lights low, Alissa threw a blanket over her and Steve's lap. The title shot had not even come on before she had unzipped his jeans and begun stroking him.
Alissa's eagerness was not something Steve had gotten used to yet, and he loved every moment. She kept at it, slow and steady, leaving him rock hard while the movie went on. Soon they both looked over and saw that Megan had predictably fallen asleep, her newfound energy clearly gone with the comfy couch and another glass of wine.
