Going on

I think it all started that evening in the pub. A typical Friday evening. Two hours after I had arrived at David’s place we headed down to the Fox. Food, booze, good banter with his friends. They had quickly accepted me and we always had a good time.

While standing at the bar with Ryan I noticed her talking to David. One swift glance and I knew that she was all that I wasn’t. She had long blonde hair, excellent make up, manicured hands. Her slender figure with large tits was emphasised by a white, tight fitting blouse and a short black skirt that revealed her tanned legs. Even with her high heels she had to look up to him.

“That’s Eve”. Ryan had followed my gaze. “She’s been seeing him for the last two weeks.” I just nodded, turned back to my cider. David had not mentioned that he was seeing someone. But I could understand that he was.

I reached for my tobacco in the side pocket of my combat pants and made a roll up. “Be right back.” Careful I made my way through the crowd. Maybe this would be my last stay here. Maybe she was the reason he had asked me to come this weekend instead of the last one. Leaning against the wall of the pub I lit my fag and inhaled deep. Should I even stay this whole weekend or leave tomorrow?

Ryan and Mick approached me. Damn, all I wanted was a few moments on my own.

“Women just can’t. That’s a fact.” Mick sounded so sure of himself that I looked at him. “What?” “Drink. They stick to wine and such and still get drunk.”

I laughed. “Yeah, wine gets me drunk every time. Vodka or whisky is different.”

“As if,” he grunted. I smiled. “I had two cider so far, two ale for you?” As he nodded, I grinned. “Choose your poison. I bet I can at least drink as much, if not more than you.”

“Vodka, loser pays.” I nodded. “Seems fair.”

I finished my smoke and followed them inside. Mick ordered a bottle of vodka and two glasses.

David was still talking to Eve. She laughed, a soft, sweet sound.

I drowned my first glass in one big gulp. The vodka burned down my throat, but I welcomed the sensation.

The first bottle vanished while we were bantering away. A second bottle appeared. The last thing I could remember clearly was the start of a discussion about giving head and swallowing cock.

The knock on my door woke me. One quick glance at my watch confirmed what I had already suspected. Friday night, closer to Saturday morning.

Someone opened the door. A shadow was cast by the light from outside. None of my flatmates. My friends were out drinking. “What?” I turned on the light. David. It felt like a Deja vu. Four weeks ago, I had left his flat knowing that I would not see him again. But here he was.

“Hey”, he smiled at me, dropped his bag at the door. “Hey.” I sat up in bed, pulled my legs up to my chest.