Jasmine was surprised to see me emerge from the locker room with Diego. She knew how competitive I was and how much this loss upset me. But here I was, walking next to my wrestling rival.
“Hey honey!” Jasmine said as she leaped into my arms and planted a kiss on my lips. “It’s sooo good to see you!”
“Hi Jasmine,” Diego said, as he reached in to kiss her cheek. I was sorta shocked that he had the audacity to go in for a kiss—even though it was just a peck on the cheek. Now that I saw Jasmine’s sexy face and her perky tits spilling out of her blouse, I wanted to get her in bed right away.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” I said. “I promised Diego here that I’d buy him a drink.”
“It’s the price of losing,” Diego quipped, as he gave my butt a quick slap. It was something that my masculine teammates often did, but usually not in front of our girlfriends. Something felt emasculating about my rival slapping my butt in front of Jasmine.
“I almost thought your boyfriend had me for a minute,” Diego continued, “but I don’t think he had the stamina where it counts.”
For some reason, Jasmine laughed at his joke, but I was becoming slightly annoyed. Diego seemed so nice and cool in the locker room but was now acting like a jerk. I hoped that we could find beer soon and continue the rest of the night without him.
Unfortunately, we couldn’t find any bars in the small town where the tournament was hosted. The only option was a liquor store near the small hotel where Jasmine and I were staying.
“That’s fine!” Diego said, when we discovered that no bars were open. “Let’s just grab a six pack and drink in the hotel.”
By this point, Jasmine seemed enamored by our handsome companion and the two of them were sharing jokes back and forth. As they stood outside to chat, I ducked into the liquor store and bought a six pack of beer. Even though the twelve packs were on sale, I didn’t want to give Diego an excuse to stay any longer than needed.
As the three of us moseyed towards the hotel, Diego and Jasmine were both in fits of laughter; the two of them seemed to click right away. But I was becoming increasingly annoyed by Diego’s presence. Not only had he dominated me at the tourney but now he was cock-blocking me with my girlfriend. The sooner that he chugged a beer and got out of here, the better.
But as we relaxed in my and Jasmine’s hotel room, the two of them seemed to have other plans. They started talking about our respective colleges, the frat parties, and the bonafides of various sororities.
At one point, Jasmine asked Diego if he had a girlfriend. “No,” he said. “It’s impossible to find anyone who can keep up with me.” I had no idea what he meant by that but Jasmine laughed anyway.
After we consumed the six pack, I assumed that Diego would quickly leave. Instead, he offered to run down to the liquor store and get another. Somewhat upset, I told Jasmine when he left that we should go to bed soon.
“But why, honey?” she asked. “We’re having so much fun!”
Listening to Diego chat up my girlfriend was anything but fun for me. When he came back, I was shocked to see him carrying a bottle of tequila and a handful of shot glasses.
“Thanks for the winner’s beer,” Diego said, looking at me. “Now we gotta drink the real stuff.”
Diego, Jasmine, and I each took a shot of tequila, complete with salt and lime. “Wow, Diego, you really thought of everything!” Jasmine said.
Somehow the tequila made me feel sick to my stomach and put me in even more of a foul mood. When Diego jokingly proposed that he take a body shot off Jasmine, I had heard enough.
“No way, man!” I yelled. “She’s my girlfriend and the only reason you beat me is because you got lucky. I could take you in wrestling any day of the week.”
Knocking back another shot, Diego smiled and looked at me. “Oh yeah?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, cooley. The tequila had me feeling buzzed and full of liquid courage.
“Well how ‘bout a rematch?” Diego asked. “Do you think you’d beat me in a rematch?”
“Of course,” I replied, quickly. “Just name the place and time.”
Diego looked at me and then at Jasmine. “How bout now?” he asked.
Having had so much to drink, I was shocked by his suggestion. We were also in a small hotel room with very little space on the floor. But with Jasmine watching, I realized that I had backed myself into a corner.
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s do it.”
“Woohooo!” Jasmine cheered. “This will be fun!”
“First, we need to take another shot,” Diego said. “Then, we’ll strip down to our underwear.”
