They laughed as another round arrived. Jake felt his girlfriend's hand gently rubbing his leg as she sat next to him on the couch in the dive bar they often frequented. He didn't turn to her, but continued his conversation with the man on his left, an old friend who was in town for the weekend. For her part Rachel was also embroiled in a conversation with some college friends of hers. They were sat across from Jake and Rachel on a series of cushioned ottomans. And so the group of twenty-something's all sipped at their drinks, some finishing the last round, some digging into the next, among them Rachel's friend Gaby.
Gaby was a few drinks ahead of the other girl's, keeping pace with Jake and Rob as the booze flowed, and getting louder and funnier as she went. She was trying to engage Jake's friend Rob in conversation, mostly in order to flirt with him, but he was not the most socially aware of men and he continued to chat happily with Jake, oblivious to the advances of the ever drunker Gaby. That said Gaby was a bit of a bitch, and not a few pounds overweight. She had a pair of hefty breasts stuffed manually into a black blouse that was unbuttoned well down the valley, and which hung loosely over a black skirt that, while not short, still left a healthy amount of her thick but firm looking legs on display. She had that rotundity that looks like it belongs, she looked full, not flabby, and on the occasion that Stephen had hugged her in greeting or farewell he had appreciated her healthy girth and warm, full body against his.
That said, Gaby was still a bit of a bitch and among Rachel's friends she was Jake's least favorite. Game for a laugh and fun for an evening, but entirely too high maintenance for Jake's liking. At this point Jake wasn't sure which he was more afraid of: listening to her moaning if she didn't get lucky with Rob that night, or hearing her moan if she did. Still, Jake knew that Rob was direly in need of a shag and he wouldn't deny him one even if he wasn't, and so Jake tried, unsuccessfully, to hint at Gaby's rather patent availability.
He was continuing this effort when he registered a slightly dazed look coming over Gaby's face. Rob was talking about old friends but as Jake looked at Gaby he saw her go from disconcerted to uncomfortable and recognized the first hints of nausea flash across her face.
"Rachel," said Jake quietly, turning to his girlfriend, "I think Gaby might have had a little too much."
Rachel followed her boyfriend's gaze to Gaby's face and they both saw her give a slight dry heave. Jumping to it Rachel stood and stepped over the small table between them to Gaby, "OK, Gab's. Join me in the bathroom?"
The other woman looked a little dazed but saw the lifeline for what it was, and stood, slowly and a little shakily to be corralled to the ladies room by Rachel.
"Well," said Jake to Rob as they walked off, "looks like you are out of luck with that one."
"What do you mean?" said Rob with a look of puzzlement on his face.
Jake laughed, "Shit man, she is gagging for it. She has been throwing herself at you for half an hour now."
"Fuck!" said Rob under his breath, "Really? Damn it. I would have done that, as well."
Yes, well, thought Jake, there isn't much you wouldn't do, now is there. That said Jake couldn't deny a certain fuckability on the part of Gaby, despite a frankly uninteresting face and an even less interesting personality her ampleness and brazen attitude broadcast that she would do all those things the nice girls wouldn't. Still, not an issue now, he thought, and the conversation returned to reminiscing about their college clique.
An hour later they were making their way out of the bar, Gaby with a lazy arm around Jake and Rachel's shoulders as she mumbled about being game for more drinks . . . or maybe some food.
Rachel snorted at this but Rob, ever aware of what was going on around him, responded with a resounding: "Yeah, I could murder some fries. Let's go to that diner where we went for breakfast."
The idea gained momentum and the group decided to head there for some coffee, a beer or two, and whatever food the more hardy folks could stomach. But Gaby was flagging, despite being the catalyst for the move to the diner she was really only there in body, her common sense long since vomited into the bar's grimy toilet. Rachel looked at Jake with an expression that said: 'we have to deal with this. She is our responsibility.' Jake's look, in turn, said something along the lines of: 'she's not my fucking friend.'
But resistance was, as usual, futile, and so Jake said to the group, "Tell you what, we are going to drop this one off in her apartment, as it is around the corner, and we'll meet you there."
He noted his girlfriend's nod of approval/triumph which was matched with a well suppressed surge of anger on his part and they set off to Gaby's building as she half-heartedly protested between them.
"OK, hold her for a sec." said Rachel as they got to her door. The doorman had flagged them through without either surprise or any judgment, happy, perhaps that she wasn't bringing home another stranger, and they had all boarded the elevator. Reaching her apartment Rachel now relinquished her half of the semi-conscious Gaby into Jake's arms and started to rifle through her groggy friend's bag for her keys. Wrapping his arms around Gaby in order to support her from the side Jake's arm came up under her breasts and he felt their warmth through her blouse. As Rachel fumbled with the lock Jake tried not to think about the flesh next to him, but his cock was not so scrupulous and began to flare against Gaby's thigh as he grasped her, seemingly enjoying its proximity to this untried haven.
Door open, they guided her through, laughing at the fact that she was now actually asleep in their arms. But Jake's hard cock was nothing if not awake and he worried that Rachel might see it once they deposited Gaby on her bed. So as they dropped her bodily onto her queen bed he quickly excused himself and headed to the bathroom, saying, "just a sec. I have to pee something rotten."
"God, Jake." exclaimed Rachel, instantly peeved at the delay.
"What?" he replied with an air of exasperation in his voice, "I'll just be a second. Fuck, I just helped your friend up here, least I can do is use the facilities." But he was really more annoyed with the fact that his throbbing erection wouldn't go down than his girlfriend's typical brusqueness. Still Rachel took the ball and ran with it, her temper having the 0-60 time of a drag car.
