Saturday night was over and Rick and I had once again failed to pull anything we could get drunk enough to fuck. Rick lumbered towards his father's drink cabinet and I slumped heavily into his dad's favourite beige armchair. Rick's pantomime collisions with the furniture ended with a plunge deep into the cabinet like a human bowling ball 'Warm beer?' He asked, emerging with two non-descript cans.
'How about these instead' Came a voice from behind us. A pretty Chinese bit of stuff stood in the doorway, three cans of beer in her hands, each encased in an icy-cold sparkle of condensation.
Rick peered over at the girl, unable to focus properly through his beer goggles. 'Jenny?' Then he turned to me. 'It's Jenny.' He said.
We both took a beer and I thought I smelt alcohol on her breath, but couldn't be sure. I was about to ask who the hell Jenny was, when Rick reached to take the third beer from her. 'You're too young for that.' He said, but she moved the beer easily out of his way and he had to hold onto the wall to stop himself tumbling after it. 'I'm nineteen,' she said, 'and I'm having a drink.'
'Have it your way.' Rick mumbled, retreating to the sofa. I collapsed next to him, leaving a Jenny-sized gap between us. Jenny chose the armchair
If Jenny had been wearing skirt, we both would have had a perfect view up her legs from where we slouched low on the sofa, but she was dressed modestly in jeans and a white blouse that was buttoned to the neck. Both the jeans and blouse hugged her body as if she'd brought them well before puberty.
With no flesh to ogle, we contented ourselves with scrutinising her in the same way we always scrutinised fairground stalls for their weaknesses before parting with our money. Eventually she finished the beer and excused herself to the little-girls room. We both watched her denim-clad ass leave the lounge. She did her best to look sober, but weren't her movements a little too deliberate?
'I'll get us all a fresh one.' Rick shouted after her, as if to a drum roll. Lurching to his feet, he retrieved a bottle of vodka as quietly as he could from the drinks cabinet – which wasn't very quietly at all - and disappeared into the kitchen. He returned a few moments later with three more beers and solemnly placed a can on the table next to her chair before slumping back down on the sofa. I thought of asking again who Jessie was, or was it Jackie, but just then she stepped back into the room.
As she picked up the can, I noticed that the top two buttons of her blouse were undone now, revealing the white skin of her young neck. There was a moment, before she sat down, when she took the can and I thought she wouldn't notice the vodka in it. If she was already too drunk to notice the booze then Rick and I were in for a hell of a night. She played with the can in her hands and my stomach knotted with anticipation.
'You boys are all the same,' she said, sniffing the can and starting as if a snake had jumped out of it. 'Always rushing things. Do you really think that I wouldn't notice half a can of spirits in my beer?'
Rick looked sheepish as she stepped forward, holding out the can. 'I know it was you Rick. Do you think I couldn't hear you?' Rick cowered back into the sofa as she towered over him and I hid behind the can as best I could, taking a fortifying swig of beer as she spoke her next words. I almost choked when I heard them.
'I tell you what Rick,' she said. 'You finish this can and we'll see about what you wanted once I'd drunk it.'
Rick looked up with a start. 'Really?'
She smiled, pushing the can into his hand. 'Drink first, then you'll find out.'
The can was heavy in his hands, as if she had just given him a bar-bell to lift over his head. I could smell the vodka from across the other side of the sofa and was glad she'd picked on him. Gingerly he took a sip. He was too proud to show any reaction to the strong liquid and as she stood there and watched him he gulped back the can. His neck muscles strained against his desire to throw it all back up. Eventually, at her insistence, he lifted the can up high to drain the last of the liquid. He tried to give himself a cheer, but instead collapsed unconscious on the sofa.
We both looked at Rick's prostrate body. Rather than be concerned about him, I was incredulous that he'd just blown this opportunity, if it ever had been an opportunity. 'You knew he wouldn't be able to take it didn't you.'
'I had a fair idea.' She said. 'I guess it's just the two of us now then.'
'Huh?'
'I suppose.' She said, kneeling down before me. 'That strictly speaking, he did finish the drink.' She placed her hands on my thighs and ran them up to my crotch. I let out a small noise that was half way between a groan and a belch. She smiled, 'I could always take out my frustration on Rick, if you prefer.'
'No, no this is okay.'
