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.
