The fat frat brother from the door

You reluctantly pull your mouth away from Amy's and turn to see who had grabbed you.

Oh shit! It was the fat frat brother from the front door who felt up Amy's tits. He shoves a half-empty bottle of tequila into your chest.

"Hey, buddy," he says. "You take care of this. I'm taking your girl upstairs."

He lightly pushes you to one side and steps in, wrapping and arm around Amy's waist.

"Let's go, sweetheart."

Amy giggles drunkenly and leans into the frat brother.

*What the fuck?* you think. *She's actually going to go with him? What, you get her all hot and bothered and this guy gets to just swoop in and fuck your girl?*

"What the fuck? Hang on," you say. "Amy?"

"What's the matter, bro? She don't mind," says the frat brother, one hand pushing you back as his other hand works its way under her dress.

Amy bites her lip. "Jason, just... fuuuuck... Just... I'll be back in a bit."

And the heavyset frat brother gives you a wink as he heads upstairs with your date, leaving you with blue balls and a half bottle cheap tequila.

You take a deep drink as you watch Amy's ass walk away.