It had been a long night already. Bad enough that he been dragged to the party anyway, when he had clearly stated he would rather not attend. Now he was stuck in the car with someone who he knew didn't like him, and who he had no warmth for himself. Not just that, he would have to drive her drunken self home, past his own house, just to go back again and deal with another drunken woman. At least that drunken woman was his own responsibility. How he had ended up in this position, past midnight, driving home his girlfriends best friend, when he didn't even want to come out of the house in the first place, was beyond him.
He and Sarah had arrived at 8pm for the birthday party, Charlotte's birthday party., another of Sarah's friends who he knew cared little for him. True, there had been transgressions in the past, but if Sarah had forgiven him then who were her friends to continue judging him? It's not as if their partners were going to win boyfriend of the year. Still he played nice and got along fir Sarah's sake. But by half past ten, Sarah had gotten so drunk she needed taking home. Dan had obliged like a good man would, and was secretly grateful for the early escape, but when she had said she had left her bag back at the party he was left with no choice but to return for it. He tucked her into bed, her room spinning in her head, and set back for the parry. It was only a short drive and if he could get in and out without anyone making much fuss, he would soon be home again for the night.
But like all things it wasn't as straightforward as it should be. Sarah's best friend Rebecca had taken her bag, so Dan was forced to seek her out. He found her dancing alone at the foot of the dance floor, closest to the dj and the big speakers, blaring out upbeat Caribbean style music.
Dan was a tall, athletic built white male of thirty five, and Sarah very much built the same as him, tall, slim, dark of hair and eyes and long brown hair. Her best friend on the other hand, was almost the total opposite. Rebecca was of light brown skin, like caramel, and was a busty, voluptuous woman, thick bodied and curvaceous. She was tall, with curly black hair dyed with blonde streaks, and her eyes were a decadent mix of green and blue, shining like a pair of gemstones in the dark of the dancehall. As she danced, Dan noticed that she moved perfectly in time with the rhythm, and her gyrations were extremely sexual in their execution. Rebecca wore a dress that hugged her wide hips, gripped her thick round bottom tightly, and covered her shoulders, but was cut at the cleavage, giving an ample view of her huge breasts. Dan thought to himself at the time that she had never looked sexier.
'I came back for Sarah's bag. Do you have it' he asked her quite bluntly. As sexy as she was, Dan had no interest in being here longer than he needed to be.
'Yeah I've got it' she said, still swaying alone to the beat. 'Are you going straight back to yours after?' she asked.
Dan answered that he was. 'Can you give me a lift halfway please. This party is dead I can get the bus the rest of the way.'
Whether he was fond of her or not, Dan was a gentleman. There was no way he was going to let her get out of his car and onto a bus. That would give her even more room to criticise him!
'Don't be silly' he assured her. 'I will drop you home.'
'Really? Are you sure?' she seemed genuinely surprised at his kindness. 'OK, I'm gonna get my coat. I'll meet you outside.' She leant in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he felt her massive breasts brush against his chest as she did. He knew it was just a common courtesy, but it aroused him all the same.
The drive home was awkward at first, not much was said, other than Rebecca stating how drunk she felt, and repeatedly thanking him for the lift. As a non- drinker of alcohol, Dan was growing irritated with her. Never mind. Soon he would be home, and hopefully Sarah would be crashed out and he could finally have some peace.
As Dan concentrated on the road ahead, he heard the softest of moans from beside him. He assumed that Rebecca was falling asleep.
Great that's all I need. Having to wake up a drunken woman outside of her house and get her inside.
He cursed his politeness. Then he heard a moan again, longer this time on its duration, and not a moan of exhaustion. It sounded like a moan of pleasure.