E-Beth Ch. 01

He frowned and gave me a puzzled look. "Breaking up with you? We were never together."

"But... but..." My mind was spinning, and the alcohol fogging my brain wasn't helping me get it settled down.

"What do you want me to say?" he continued. "We went on a couple of dates. We made out a few times. That's it. I'd have liked to see how we could be together, but you've got some hang-ups. I get it."

Hang-ups? See how we could be together? My eyes hardened and I glared at the guy I was supposedly falling for. "You mean you wanted to fuck me," I spat coldly. "And when I didn't let you, you decided I was too much of a hassle. You decided I wasn't worth it and went after the next target."

"I didn't say that."

"But you *meant* it." My eyes narrowed and at the nervous fidget on Grant's face, I could tell I was hitting close to home.

But a second later, his charming persona kicked back in as he spread his hands out, putting on the face of a warm, gentle man. "E-Beth, please. I only want what's best for you," he purred smarmily.

"You could have said something to me. You could have TOLD me you didn't want to see each other anymore before just showing up and hitting on the first hot babe you could get your hands on. We had all week! It's been even longer since our last date because of the Thanksgiving Holiday! You could have manned up and had the balls to come out and SAY something to me!"

He shrugged. "Sorry."

That was it. One word: Sorry. And he barely even meant it.

"Fuck off, Grant," I barked.

Sighing, the guy decided to cut his losses and immediately retreated, turning and walking away without a backwards glance. I was already a lost cause, and no further amount of him placating me would increase his chances of getting into my panties. And rather than stick around and deal with the conflict, he was running away.

*Good riddance. Asshole turned out to be *exactly* the kind of guy I'd thought he'd be.*

I leaned back heavily, bumping myself into the hallway wall. And as the tears started forming in my eyes again, I thought back over the promise I'd made to myself less than two months ago. It was a decision I'd shared with my two closest friends in the world, David and Amber. *No more.*

And yet I'd let myself start to believe in one more. Just like Chad... and Vic... and Marcus, I'd let a handsome devil with silver on his tongue and a charming demeanor seduce me into thinking *he* might be different. *He* might bring me the best of both worlds, physically arousing and lovingly respectful at the same time. Weren't there any more good men in the world? Was it wrong of me to believe that finding someone like that was possible?

I knew it was possible. I'd met a man like that. But I'd let him go, let him go to find a perfect 10 like Amber. Was that the problem? Only perfect 10 girls deserve perfect 10 guys? Was I really just a six... or a four... or worse... that all I really deserved were these crap guys?

Somehow, I found that I'd returned to Stella's table. Only this time, Stella wasn't there. Actually, no one was around. A second glance told me that Audrey and Jin were dancing together. Stella and Chuck were simply gone. For all I knew, *they'd* squirreled themselves away to a hotel room, fucking each other's brains out.

But my drinks were still there. Two Tanq & Tonics, fetched earlier by Stella at my explicit orders.

And then they were gone. Both plastic cups were empty. And the burn seared its way down my throat.

But the two drinks weren't even enough. Hey, we had an open bar. And I planned to make good use of it. I wasn't normally this big of a drinker, but why the fuck not? What else was I good for anyways? I'm just a four.

So turning myself in the direction of the bar, I put my hand on the table and tottered to my feet. Immediately, my left knee began to buckle, and I started collapsing right onto the floor.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

A strong pair of arms cinched around my waist just before my knee hit the ground. And unceremoniously I was pulled back up and then rather awkwardly dumped back into my chair. I turned my head a little to fast, the room spinning as I tried to look up at whoever had grabbed me. And it took a second before my eyes could focus on Teddy.

"E-Beth? You okay?"

A second later, a female voice rang out. "E-Beth!"

Once again, I turned my head too fast in the direction of the noise. A splitting pain hit my head and I winced, rising up one hand to my temple. And then after blinking a few more times, I realized that both Stella and Paula were hurrying toward me, Chuck in tow.

"E-Beth!" Stella exclaimed again, obvious concern in her voice.

"I'm SO sorry. I didn't know!" Paula was immediately apologizing right next to her. "Grant told me that you two had already decided that things weren't working out and that you hadn't talked in the last two weeks and-"

Grimacing, I just waved Paula off. Fuck it. I didn't care anymore. Grant was ancient history. I was already over it.

*You're not over it.*

*Shut up, you.*

Putting my forehead in my hands, I groaned before once again jerking up onto my feet. This time, I held one hand on the table and the other on the chair back. As long as I didn't try to rotate my head too fast, my head didn't hurt and the room didn't spin. "I'm going home," I mumbled.

"No..." Stella whimpered. "Don't let him ruin the party for you."

"I'm SO sorry," Paula sniveled.

"I'm going home," I repeated. "It's just a party. There'll be another one next year."

"How many has she had?" Teddy, the voice of reason, asked behind me.

"I don't know." Stella shrugged helplessly, looking at the two empty cups in front of me. "Three at least. Four?"

"Plus my Hennessey," Teddy sighed. "All in less than an hour."

The next thing I knew, my shoulders were being turned and Teddy stooped to stare right into my eyes. He wasn't that much taller than me, maybe 5'9", but he brought his face down to be perfectly level with mine as he apparently studied my irises. "E-Beth," he said in a gentle tone. "You are in *no condition* to drive. Maybe you should stick around, get some food in your system. We'll see how you're feeling at the end of the night."

"Good idea," Stella chirped.

"I'm sorry!" Paula whined.

"Oh, stop it already!" I rolled my eyes and flailed out with my left hand at Paula. "Go fuck him. I don't care."

"E-Beth..." Paula simpered.

"I'm leaving. And that's that. I'll call a cab if I have to."

"Let me take you home," Teddy blurted, then instantly blushed. But after a second, he refocused on me while biting his lip, clearly uneasy. Maybe he was worried that even with a cab, I wouldn't make it home safely. And as I looked at the expression on his face, I found myself smiling. His concern was touching, and the more I looked at him the more I realized that he really was a cute guy.

"You don't have to-"

"Gimme your keys, E-Beth," Teddy ordered firmly, holding his hand out. And before I realized it, I'd handed over my entire purse.

"Uh, well," Teddy stammered, clearly not expecting that. But he unzipped it and poked around as if my purse were a Venus Fly Trap ready to bite his hand off should he press the wrong spot. But he got my keys out and closed his fingers around them. "Okay. I'll drive you home. And then I can get a cab myself from there. Okay?"

Stella touched Teddy's arm. "But then *you'll* miss the party."

He shrugged. "I don't really care. I'm just here because I figured I HAD to make an appearance. Parties aren't really my thing." And then giving me another firm look, he slipped his hand to the back of my waist and nodded. "Okay?"

Feeling lightheaded, I just nodded slowly and shrugged goodbye to my friends. And then I let this young -- but apparently mature and responsible -- boy lead me out of the ballroom.

Along the way, my lab technician Steve caught us, along with his wife. "E-Beth, hey."

"Hi, Steve," I hiccupped. "Bye, Steve."

"Leaving already? They haven't even served dinner yet." I noticed Steve's eyebrows had risen as he realized exactly who was holding onto me.

I shrugged drunkenly. "Bye, Steve."

And then Teddy and I walked away, leaving Steve and his wife looking after us curiously.

****

Three Tanq & Tonics. One Vodka Cranberry. And one double-shot of Cognac, if not more. I hadn't had this much to drink in one night since college.

"Why do I keep falling for assholes like that?" I wondered aloud, only realizing I'd spoken well after the words had left my mouth.

From the driver's seat of my car, Teddy glanced over and shrugged. "I wouldn't pretend to have an answer to that," he replied before looking forward again. "Here's your exit. Do I turn right or left?"

I squinted, trying to see through the fog clouding my vision. Where were we again? Oh, yeah. "Right. And then you'll take a left at the first stoplight."

"OK."

I exhaled and then sank back into my seat, feeling the rest of the alcohol go to work on my system. Now, I'm a chemist. I'm perfectly aware of the way alcohol interacts with the body's system and performs the process of intoxication. The ethanol gives me a sense of euphoria. It makes me feel good. But eventually, my liver will break down the ethanol into acetaldehyde with the enzyme alcohol dehydrogenase, which will make me feel sick. And then it gets further broken down into acetic acid by the enzyme acetaldehyde dehydrogenase. At my weight, this would result in a blood-alcohol concentration of around 0.20, which was really, really bad. And as that much alcohol hit my nervous system, I might have some severe impairment to my motor control.

But not yet. It took time for all that to get processed by my system. And in the meantime, the gentle rocking motion of the car was giving me a mild euphoria and sense of relaxation. It was hard to focus, but that meant that I couldn't really dwell too much on what had been going on. And at the same time, my entire body felt flushed with both heat and energy.

I actually felt pretty good. The poison in the alcohol wasn't hitting yet, leaving me only with the good stuff. And I *liked* it.

I also liked Teddy. He was good guy. A bit young for me. Fuck, he was the same age as my little brother Eric, and that was NOT a thought I wanted to go anywhere near. But he didn't look anything like Eric, which was a good thing. My "little" brother was 6'5" and 260 lbs. Teddy was 5'9" and maybe a buck-sixty.

But Teddy was cute, in his messy-haired dorky sort of way. He wasn't anything like Grant. He wasn't smooth or charming. He stammered around me and had to fight himself at work not to stare at my tits. But he was also kind and considerate. Despite his obvious physical attraction to me, he had never tried to put a move on me. Even when he'd caught me from falling at the table, he had carefully avoided copping a feel and then immediately took his hands off me once he knew I was stable, unlike Grant's roaming hands. In fact, he was everything Grant was not.

And right now, I *really* liked that about him. Teddy wasn't a handsome, charming hunk used to getting attention from women. He wasn't a silver-tongued devil out to seduce me and ditch me as soon as he either got what he wanted or found that I was more trouble than I was worth.

He was just Teddy.

And he was pretty cute.

And I had SEEN the boners he would pop whenever I got him a really good look at my tits.

So when we parked outside my place and he circled around the car to help me out, I stood up, wrapped my arms around his neck, and planted a wet, juicy, passionate kiss right on Teddy's lips.

Almost immediately, he pulled away. "Whoa, whoa, E-Beth..." he stammered.

"What's wrong?" I asked blearily, still feeling flushed and horny.

"What's wrong is that you're drunk," he chuckled. And then scooping his arm around my back, he helped me stand away from the car while he closed the door and then pressed the remote to lock it.

I then turned and kissed him again, this time figuring that if I kissed just a little harder, he'd get the message.

"E-Beth, E-Beth..." he groaned, pulling back immediately again. Turning his head away, he grimaced and closed his eyes, breathing quite heavily. "Ah, fuck. Don't do this to me," he pleaded.

"Do what?" I asked with complete innocence.

He glanced right back at me and then started laughing nervously, as if he were scared, while muttering, "This is not really happening. This is not really happening."

I squeezed my arms around his shoulders, pulling him tighter. "But I'm *horny*..." I whimpered before moving my face in one more time.

"E-Beth," Teddy said sternly, holding a hand up in front of my mouth to block my kiss. "I won't take advantage of you."

I could feel my jaw immediately begin quivering. I frowned and the corners of my eyes drooped as a mountain of great depression descended upon me, covering my world in black ashes to blot out the light and surround me in gloomy darkness. I wasn't even a four. I was a fucking *two*, just one step up from the ugliest, most deformed physical freaks of nature put upon this planet to make the rest of us glad we weren't born like THAT. And as the tears began rolling down my cheeks, I whimpered with the voice of abject misery, "Doesn't anybody want me?"

****

I'd stopped crying by the time Teddy got me seated on my own couch. He then went into my kitchen, retrieved a tall glass of water, and thrust it at me insistently. "Drink."

I was still a little depressed by his rejection of my advances. But the part of my conscience that was still awake appreciated his unwillingness to sleep with me in this state. It's not every day you meet a guy who turns down sex, especially with a girl he clearly has a strong attraction to. And on top of that, the strength he was showing in getting me home safely and getting me water to help the inevitable dehydration that goes along with my body's alcohol-processing function showed me that Teddy was a really, really *good* guy.

Of course, that just made me want him more. And wanting to please him, I obediently drank the water, chugging it quickly but pausing twice to stop and pant for oxygen.

Of course, this heavy panting motion made my tits rise and fall rather dramatically in my dress. And yet Teddy managed to keep his eyes locked right onto my face.

That kind of annoyed me. I mean, I *know* I'm not the hottest girl on the block. I was too short. I was a size 6 who wanted to be a size 4. And short of plastic surgery, I'd never have Amber's cheekbones, Danielle's tight abs, or Cherys' amazingly iridescent eyes. The only thing I really had going for me was a spectacular rack, and dammit I'd gotten kinda used to Teddy staring at my chest and showing me how much he admired it. Here I was, drunk and horny, and he couldn't even gimme a good ogling?

Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I leaned forward and slammed the glass down onto the coffee table with a loud *[toonk]*. Teddy was sitting beside me on the couch, and before he could react, I swung a leg over and dropped myself into his lap. My knees were on either side of his hips. My bubble butt was on top of his thighs. And my chest was right in front of his chin.

And while he spluttered, second-guessing himself whether to push me off his lap or keep his hands off me entirely, I calmly reached up to the straps of my dress and slipped them off my shoulders.

Red wine-colored fabric dropped down my torso.

Teddy's eyes dropped down to my cleavage.

A smile rose up my face as it was Mission: Accomplished. But I wasn't done yet. I wanted more, so I slid my arms out from the dress straps, letting the material fully puddle down around my waist.

I swear I could SEE Teddy's heart thumping out of his chest as he went rigid.

I reached up between my breasts, thumbing open the catch of my front-loading bra. A split-second later, they burst forth: spectacular 34DDs both supple and firm, capped with perfect pink nipples, and ripe for the taking.

A keening groan welled up from Teddy's throat.

And then I mashed his face into my tits.

Teddy didn't want to take advantage of me. He wanted to stay true to his conscience. He really was a "nice" guy...

... But he was still just a guy.

And so Teddy couldn't help but pucker his lips and snake out his tongue as I surrounded his nose with mammary flesh. A pebbled nipple brushed across his upper lip, and he couldn't help but take a quick suckle at it. And with my hands behind his head, trapping him... suffocating him... he couldn't help but groan and shove himself even deeper into my cleavage.

Bless his heart, Teddy did try to pull away after a few seconds. Clamping his own eyes shut, he pushed against my hands to break free while stammering, "No, I shouldn't, I shouldn't take advantage-"

I cut him off with another searing kiss. My lips molded around his while I gripped his head hard enough that he couldn't break free. I pinned him against the backrest before snaking my tongue into his mouth. He kissed me back with a passionate frenzy for another few seconds before his conscience flared up *again*. But when he finally worked up enough energy to try and pull away, I simply withdrew two inches and parked my face right in front of his.

Teddy's eyes fluttered open. I hadn't really paid much attention before, but he had blue-gray eyes, now wide in shock at what I was doing. And while staring right into them, I said only two words: "Teddy. Please."

I closed my eyes, tilted my head to the right, and kissed him again. And this time, he didn't try to stop me.

****

I can probably count on one hand the number of times I've suffered alcohol blackouts. I was aware of studies that showed blackouts had less to do with total alcohol consumption and more to do with how rapid the increase in blood-alcohol concentration. Well, that night was probably the most rapid increase I'd ever gone through, so it's not totally surprising that pieces of my memory are missing.

I do remember that Teddy and I didn't leave that couch before getting to the sex bits. I don't remember how much time passed before we got to that point, though. I do remember that we spent a lot of time just groping and making out, and I distinctly recall pulling his *very* impressive cock out through his fly, stroking it in my hand well before we got down to business. But I don't remember the sequence of events that led to me sitting on my ass with my legs spread to the sides, a mostly-dressed Teddy kneeling over my lap as he licked and sucked at my pussy like he was a starving nomad having reached paradise after forty days in the desert.

There were a lot of things I found impressive about Teddy that night. Perhaps some of them were magnified out of proportion by my drunkenness, but all I can really say is that I was *really* happy at finding this particular diamond in the rough.

Given Teddy's overall geeky demeanor, I wouldn't have thought he'd be such a savant at cunnilingus. But he worked my body like a magician, using his lips and tongue and fingers to send sparkles of pleasure throughout my entire body. He knew how to tease my clit with *just* the right amount of pressure. He knew *exactly* when to push a second finger in to join the first one pumping in and out of my clenching cunt. And just when I was approaching my peak, Teddy wrapped his lips around my love button and made his tongue vibrate just like little Davie.

I went off like the fireworks at Fourth of July. There were Peonies, keening wails that ended in little bursts ("Eeeeeee... AH!"). There were short Salutes in the middle ("AH! AH! AH!"). And I finished with a Spider, a long explosive wail that died out at the end ("AAAAAaahhhh...").

What felt like hours later, I came down from my high and sagged like a wet sack into the couch cushions. In almost a year of dating, Chad had never given me a climax like that. And between the alcoholic fog and the post-orgasmic bliss, I felt like closing my eyes and just drifting away to sleep.