Designated Driver

My name is Gabriel. I work at a small sales company. One Friday afternoon, shortly before closing, I listened to my workmates comment among them:

"What are we going to do tonight?"

Ignacio and Emily, the hottest couple at the company, suggested:

"Let's go to Destiny'!"

The guys welcomed the idea, because this is a very trendy club or disco in the city. Peter, a quite cheerful young guy, responded worried:

"But, Iggy, last week, we got in a fight there, and also, we were fined for DUI upon leaving there."

Vanessa, Peter's girlfriend, said:

"Let's ask Gabby to be our designated driver."

Iggy interrupted:

"But that guy doesn't like to drink nor have a good time. He is only a nerd'."

The remark bothered me a lot. I am not so ugly, but since in my family there are a few alcoholics, I dislike drinking and drugs in general. I wanted to tell him off, but the other girl cut in, saying:

"That's why he is perfect. He must only drive round trip."

And turning toward me, she begged me jokingly:

"Do you cheer up? Please!"

And immediately, somebody waved the key of an SUV in front of my eyes, so now, they take me along as designated driver. Upon arriving, a "bouncer" almost seven feet tall, more than 200 pounds, and very bad face, received us, but the workmates explained to him:

"Tonight we won't cause problems. We even brought a designated driver."

He looked at me closely, because I don't go to "Destiny" nor any other club. He talked to somebody through a "walkie-talkie," and finally, he allowed us inside.

Once inside, they all ordered their favorite drinks to warm up, then got us in a table, and we ordered a light dinner, to accompany more drinks. The girls exclaimed:

"Let's hit the dance floor!"

I didn't have a dance partner, so I stayed in my seat. I observed almost all the pretty women accompanied or waiting for their couples. The guys returned to drink more or they exchanged partners for a few quick songs that don't represent a threat to the relationship that each one was having. The girls asked me to dance, but other dancers bump into me and I tripped more than what I danced. I only lasted a minute before seeking refuge in our table, and there I ate hors d'oeuvres and drank soda. The group was dispersed when I already wanted to return, so I had to look for them one by one. At first, they protested, for example, upon asking Vanessa, she told me:

"We arrived barely an hour ago!"

When I went to Peter, he answered:

"Now this is getting good!"

Then I went toward Emily, who said:

"Tomorrow is not a working day."

But she realized that Iggy was not with her, so she looked for me and she told me:

"Let's gather the others."

I found the other couple again, slowly dancing a romantic ballad, and Emily and I asked them:

"Have you seen Iggy?"

At first, they said no, but the girlfriend became more impatient that I, so Peter admitted:

"Perhaps, he went to the VIP lounge."

We went up together, and we found the same "bouncer," who due to a shift rotation, now guards this area of the club. He demanded us:

"What are you doing here?!"

I don't know if it was Peter, Emily or myself, but one of us asked him:

"Do you remember Iggy?"

Emily insisted, without giving him time to react:

"Have you seen him?"

I don't imagine how, but the door opened up, and the Iggy's girl slipped away inside. The "bouncer" and we all followed to stop her, but she stopped dead on her tracks. We saw our friend sitting on a sofa, kissing and fondling two scantily dressed girls, a blonde and a black woman. Peter and Vanessa reacted and pulled us out quickly, so that neither Iggy nor his companions would notice us, and we don't keep bothering the bouncer either. Emily ordered:

"Let's go!"

Peter responded you:

"But what will we do about Iggy?"

"He's in good company!"

Vanessa made a gesture to her friend to suggest discretion. Emily went out in a hurry toward the parking and we all followed her. Upon getting inside, Emily went to the front seat, and the back. I insisted:

"We must wear our safety belts."

If upon leaving from the office, they made excuses, this time, they obeyed in silence. We arrived first to where Vanessa and Peter lived together, and upon leaving them, I continued until Emily's apartment, who still didn't live with her man, although until this moment, they made us believe that their relationship was more passionate. Once there, she told me:

"Wait for me here."

I didn't understand for what reason, and although I already wanted to go to my apartment to try to forget the incident, I had to give in; after all, this was not my car. After almost half an hour, of which I took advantage to look for more pleasant music in the car radio, she returned, already changed into more casual clothes, of jeans, T-shirt and sandals. She also took a small gym bag. He got inside and told me:

"Take me to your house. I don't want to stay here by myself."

Her proposition baffled me, she being attached, I didn't stand a chance of any "action." I started the vehicle, and without making any comment, I arrived to the complex where I live. She stepped down and I let her into my apartment. I excused myself to go take a shower, and later, I offered her the bedroom so she could rest. She had already taken a shower, so it would be a matter of leaving her alone so she could undress and go to bed; but when I stepped out of the bedroom, she called me:

"Gabby, don't leave."

I told her:

"It's all right, I can sleep in the sofa."

"You don't understand! I don't want to sleep alone."

I didn't know what say. I began to have erection, but I didn't allow her to notice it, and I breathed deep so I lost it. She continued speaking:

"Gabriel, I have drunk and danced a lot, and if I begin to cry, I will feel bad."

"But this will pass and you will soon feel better."

"Don't... let me cry!

Her imperative tone made me turn around, and she said more:

"I will feel sick if I cry in this state. Besides, that bastard doesn't deserve my tears. Help me!"

She convinced me and I ran to stand before her, and she embraced to me. Her breathing was forced, because she made a supreme effort to control her emotions. She whispered again:

"Don't you allow me to cry."

I wondered, without voicing it:

"How do I do this? What do I have to do so you don't have to cry?"

At first, her gaze was low, but soon met mine, and she read my concern in my eyes. I was more afraid than she was. But she moved her lips toward mine, and I still smelled the liquors that she had ingested in "Destiny." She pressed herself against me very insistently. There was no room for doubt: she demanded a kiss from me. She rubbed her lips until I opened mine, and she sook for caresses from them. She whispered:

"Such sweet flavor!"

And she continued kissing me until I matched her rhythm. She hinted at when to rotate my face to find more pleasure. She commented to me:

"You dance nicely!"

But there was no music, only kisses. She dropped on the bed, and she pulled me toward her. I became unstuck and my face hovered over hers, and I could still feel the tingle of her kisses. She got up a little and she took off the "sweater," revealing some small but round breasts, since she didn't wear a bra. She also removed my shirt, before unbuttoning her denim pants, and she told me:

"Now, you pull them off."

She even took my wrists so that I hooked my fingers in her waist, and releasing me was the signal for me to pull and undress her, because she didn't wear panties either. She also pulled my pants off, which stopped around my ankles, but I didn't move, enraptured in the face of such revelation of beauty. Then she surrounded my cheeks with her delicate hands, and I admitted to her:

"I need to taste your tits."

She smiled and I proceeded to fondle and kiss her nipples. She cheered me on, saying:

"That's it, suck me well. Wash the flavor of that traitor off my skin."

I licked and sucked desperately, in case this was a dream. She reached her bag, but the intense pleasure didn't let her find anything in there. I grabbed her ribs, to stop her convulsions, that were not of resistance but of ecstasy (sexual, not the drug). She demanded:

"Go on, go on. All the way down!"

And she raised her thighs and then separated them, as if to guide my face toward her vulva. I licked it slowly, to get used to that flavor, difficult to describe with words. Soon I preferred to devote my attention to kiss and suck her clitoris, where I gave in to my frenzy. She howled and bucked her hips, and when her orgasm passed, she took out a condom from her bag, and urged me:

"Hurry, put it on and fuck me now!"

She began to put it on me herself and I finished adjusting it, to penetrate the most succulent vagina that I have tasted. Upon hitting bottom with my penis, she contracted her muscles, to slow me down and to look for one last kiss, already using tongues, in order to increase the excitement that was already high. I caressed her breasts a little more and I began my sway. At first, I allowed myself to pump quickly, but she held me back with her hands on my abdomen, but when I adapted to a slow rhythm, she shook their hips again and urged me:

"Harder, big daddy!"

I accelerated again, and even so, she matched my lunges. We exchanged groans and lustful grimaces, until the semen sprouted of both genitals like rivers of fire. Then, we embraced close until our bodies stopped trembling and we relaxed. My penis lost its erection, being ejected from her vagina, and we fell asleep until feeling the cold of the night and we had to wake up to use the toilet. At dawn, we washed, and I saw that she felt guilty, but said nothing. I went along with her to pick up my little car, and she drove away as soon as I found mine in the parking lot of the office. I returned to my usual weekend activities without anyone calling me or in any way attracting attention to the events of Friday night.

****

On Monday, we came in the office as usual, and during the morning, we let ourselves be absorbed into the routine, but in the afternoon, when I believed that the matter was already forgotten, I heard voices from a cubicle near mine:

Iggy said:

"Why didn't you wait for me, Emily?"

Furious, Emily replied him:

"You know very well why we did it! Very clearly I warned you: if I find out that you cheat on me, I would leave you!"

"I was not doing anything...!"

"But we all saw you...!"

And I felt how Iggy threw her toward my cubicle with a shove. I got up, but Peter was better placed and stopped his friend by an arm, while Vanessa and I picked up Emily in order to sit her down. Vanessa stood to face the aggressor, and that worried Peter, who pulled with more force to move him away from her. I had to leave Emily and pull the other girl away so she wouldn't worsen things. Iggy insisted:

"You all think you're so tough! I had to pay for all that we consumed. It was an abuse what you did to me!"

Emily grunted:

"Suits you fine!"

Iggy wanted to throw another blow to her but Peter twisted him even more, but to appease him, he told him:

"Tell us how much you spent, and we will pay it, but would you please calm down?!"

Although Iggy was taller and more muscular than Peter, who was a little obese, he knew how to defend himself, since he only had to maintain the pressure, like a wrestler. Even so, Iggy shook to release himself, which took him less than a minute, but at least, he didn't continue toward his former girlfriend, but he rather went out to take some fresh air. Peter was going to reproach Vanessa, but he kept quiet. She approached with caution, but upon making contact, she embraced him and she congratulated him:

"You were magnificent. I love you!"

He gave her a quick kiss, while he looked at Emily and me with pity, because he didn't find out yet what I did with my co-worker and believed that he inconvenienced us with his display of affection toward his lady. Iggy returned to work and a tense calm reigned over all of us. The merry comradeship was broken and we stopped going out together for some time, knowing that in "Destiny," we would never be welcome again. I went out to have dinner with Emily, but our conversation was excessively sincere. I told her:

"I know that what happened between us the other night could not be love."

"You're right. I did it to let Iggy know that we had is gone."

"But did you tell him?"

"He must have realized it by now. Anyhow, it was only not to stay alone feeling sorry for myself."

"I'm aware of that."

"If it weren't for the fact that we work together, we should not see each other again."

"I understand it."

"Let me tell you that I will move out of my apartment, so that neither you nor Iggy look for me ever again."

"Take my phone number, in case you need anything."

"I hope I don't need it, but thank you. I will take note."

I made a brief call so that my number would appear on the screen of her cellular or mobile phone, and we hung up immediately. Each one paid his check and I drove her to her apartment for one last time.

There was a sales presentation that was going to represent a considerable profit, but Iggy began to be absent from the meetings and the client grew impatient and withdrew the offer. A supervisor of the main company got very angry, and he fired him without drawing attention. We knew that he surrendered to drinking, and perhaps, to stronger substances, but we didn't see him anymore. The corporation sent the vice-president again, who announced us:

"I am aware of the effort that you all put in this company, but it is not enough. I have to close this branch, and although you could come to the central offices, I don't guarantee anything."

The experiment failed just like that. We were lucky in getting employment in anything else, but we would no longer work together again. Peter and Vanessa remained together, and as soon as he earned a promotion, they got married. Upon inviting us, the most noticeable absentees were Iggy and Emily, who was chosen as bridesmaid, but at the last minute, they chose the bride's sister so that she and I would flank the couple while they exchanged nuptial vows. After the ceremony, I took a train back to the city, without waiting for the reception. I only saw them again on special occasions, as the birth of their children, and we exchanged e-mail very sporadically.

I left sales and I moved to technical support. My new work was difficult, and it left me less time for social life. My schedule included Saturdays and I even had to be on call almost twenty-four hours a day. It was better like that, not having time to think about my previous life. But one afternoon, I received a text message that I didn't recognize, telling me to wait for somebody in the airport. I realized that my shift would be over shortly before the arrival, I would have little time to receive the arrival of the mysterious character. I drove without hurry, but with much curiosity. I found a place from where I could see the passengers taking their respective suitcases, and in the crowd of people greeting family or friends, I would not be seen. I should have known, or at least, sensed, but I didn't want to harbor hopes. I moved toward the exit, overcome by impatience and I then heard that somebody called me:

"Gabyyyy!"

That voice! My heart was oppressed and I ran nervously, tearful and with a maddening erection. Upon hugging her, with voice drowned by the unexpected tears, I repeated her name:

"Emilyyyy!"

We dropped her luggage, and others in the line shouted at us to hurry up. We recovered a little of poise and we picked up our mess to get my old car, which drew more nostalgic tears from my friend. When I sat at the steering wheel, with her by my side, my nerves didn't allow me to move along. Between joking and seriously, I complained:

"Why did you let me cry?"

She screeched with emotions in conflict, and she turned to kiss my lips. She let me go quickly so that I could calm down. We tried to talk along the road, but nothing coherent left our lips. I led her to my new apartment, and there, we could better express ourselves:

"What have you done with your life, Gabriel?"

"I changed jobs, I now give tech support to computers. They pay more, but it is necessary to work harder. And you?"

"I went into the beauty business, and I have also progressed. Now, I manage the distribution channel in this district. Do you want to see how much have I grown?"

Upon saying this, she took off her silk blouse and she showed me that she had enlarged her breasts to a C-cup. I mumbled:

"You will give me a heart attack!"

And she exclaimed:

"Wait until I finish with you!"

She invaded my mouth with her tongue much more expertly, and by the way that we fluttered over our bodies, I didn't feet my clothes disappear. If her nipples fascinated me before, now they hypnotized me. I licked them, I sucked and I even bit them. I caressed her burning vulva while I sat her on the sofa, and then, she sat down on my penis, without using a condom. She rubbed herself many times in order to lubricate me, and she reclined me while she kissed each other and she rubbed her "implants" against my face. She moved her hips to impale herself on my manhood, but it felt a little strange. Upon seeing how she went up and down, I noticed that her vagina remained empty: I was inside her anus! I caressed her clitoris, but soon, she held my forearms, to stop my hands. She found pleasure without touching herself, and her shudder stimulated me to contribute my semen to this reunion. While I lost my erection, she leaned against my chest, and kissed me to sleep together right there.

Upon awakening, she explained to me again:

"All these months, I suffered a lot. Sure, I obtained my professional success, but I was not happy. I did not even pay for my implants."

I figured that it was a gentleman who paid them. She continued:

"He was older, but although we loved each other, we didn't last long. It was more as if he paraded me in front of his circle of friends. He introduced me to the cosmetics market, but he didn't know how to appreciate me, neither professionally nor in the loving plane. I had to leave him, and I was soon hired by the competition, with even better salary and benefits! I even sent him a check for the cost of the operation, which he has not yet deigned to cash. The transfer was not so much in order to escape from him, but to find you."

"But you never communicated with me...! How did you know that I live here?"

"Through Peter and Vanessa. I called them, apologizing for not having attended their wedding, and they informed me about you."

"It makes me so happy that you found me!"

"We should have said that we loved each other..."

"We didn't know that..."

"Yes, we did, but we were both afraid, facing the tough situation in which we all were. I don't blame you, and I hope that you don't blame me either."

"How could I? That doesn't matter anymore, we are now together."

"Forever!"

"Forever!"