It had been a good night. Although I generally dislike being the third wheel, I usually enjoy going out with my roommate Kyle and his girlfriend Shannon. We always have fun, even if we do tend to drink a little too much and this night was no exception.
“I’m telling you, she wanted you!” Shannon said, giving me a playful punch on the shoulder. “You should have talked to her!
“Whatever,” I answered, fumbling with my keys.
“Hurry up and open the damn door!” Kyle slurred impatiently. “I think I’m going to be sick again!”
Shannon stuck her bottom lip out in mock sympathy and patted her drunken boyfriend on the head.
“Awww, poor baby,” she purred. “Did you drink a little too much?”
We all knew the answer to that question, as Kyle had already puked twice since we left the bar. In fact, it looked like number three was on its way.
As soon as I opened the door, Kyle pushed past me, holding his hand over his mouth and charging straight for the bathroom. Me and Shannon exchanged amused looks as my roommate could be heard puking his guts out in our bathroom.
“Seriously,” she began. “You really should have talked to that girl.”
I just shook my head. Shannon was always trying to hook me up with girls on our little outings, but for the most part I end up talking to her. It was like she was just one of the guys. I could talk to her about anything, which is more than I could say for most females.
“Maybe you should have put in a good word for me,” I said slumping down on the couch.
“Maybe you should get your balls re-attached!” she countered with a smile.
Just then we heard the toilet flush as Kyle stumbled out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth.
“You okay baby?” Shannon asked as her boyfriend turned and made his way to his bedroom.
“Well, goodnight,” I said standing up from my comfy seat.
Shannon turned and looked at me with a confused expression.
“What do you mean “Goodnight”? She asked. “You and I are going to have another drink!”
“Aren’t’t you tired?” I asked, running my hands through my hair.
“The night is still young,” she countered. “Unless you’re not up to it.”
“Oh, I’m up to it!”
“Good. Then get me a drink!”
Shannon dropped onto the couch as I went to the fridge. As I was searching for something with alcohol in it, I heard Kyle’s door shut. I knew he was out for the night.
“Hey, you have scrabble!” Shannon exclaimed, noticing the game sitting on top of the TV.
“Yes! Why, are you scared?”
“If you beat me at scrabble,” I said. “I’ll kiss your ass!”
“I’ll hold you to that,” Shannon said, taking the game off the TV. “Now where’s my drink?”
“Is wine okay?” I asked. “It’s all we have.”
“Red or White?”
“Sure, let’s have it.”
A few minutes later Shannon and I were sitting on the living room floor around a Scrabble board, each with a glass of wine. She had always been kind of a flirt, although she was being especially flirty that night, with plenty of sexual innuendos. I had always been attracted to Shannon, although I had never even thought about making a move on her. After all, she was my best friend’s girlfriend. However, I couldn’t’t deny the fact that she turned me on. With her light brown hair and glowing green eyes, she could enchant any man. Her perfect facial features were complimented by a firm, athletic but petite body that I was beginning to fantasize about having pressed up against me. Her figure was exemplified by her choice of clothing that night. As if to torture me, and any other heterosexual male that laid eyes on her, she was wearing a pair of those tight black yoga pants that all the young women seem to have these days. The pants were sitting low enough on her hips to allow a few glimpses of T-bar and a bit of tanned midsection. The pants were complimented by a matching top that showcased her modest, but firm breasts.
About three glasses of wine later, Shannon was severely kicking my ass. I looked down at her as she lay on her side with her head in her hand, studying her game pieces, looking cuter every minute.
“There,” she said triumphantly, putting two tiles down on the board to form the word “rim”.