One of the guys, Mark, turned and looked at her then. “I know this sounds like a line, but I’m genuinely curious. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
She snickered and thought about Beck. Smiling, she nodded. “Yeah, but we’re pretty new as a thing. Why?”
He chuckled. “I was just curious,” he said. “If he knew you were out here flirting with us, or if he was here, like watching.”
Alex giggled playfully. “Kinky,” she said. “No, we just went out last night, actually,” she said. “First date.”
The guys all hooted and hollered, carrying on as if she were one of them. “Did you get some of that ass?” Deon said.
“Did you get to first base?” chimed another.
She laughed at each question, giggling. “I got a kiss goodnight,” she said, grinning.
“Booo!” the six of them said in unison. “Kick him to the curb!”
She laughed, shaking her head. “You guys are too funny.”
“Come on, not even a handjob?” Curt asked.
She snickered and shook her head. “Well, I was thinking about sucking his dick, but didn’t want to look like a whore.”
The guys all cheered again for that, calling her the “Coolest chick ever!”
“So can I ask you a really private question?” Deon asked. “And feel free to just… slap the black off me if you get offended.”
“Ooh, this sounds juicy,” she said, wriggling around in her seat and facing him. As she did so, she pushed Curt’s hand higher on her leg. Reaching down, she placed hers over it as he started to pull it away. She swayed back slightly and pulled it down, sliding it deftly between her legs.
He coughed quietly behind her.
“Do you like giving head?” Deon asked.
Alex wondered if she should admit this to strangers, but then figured she didn’t have anything to prove or to lose. Grinning, she nodded.
“Besides getting just… good and fucked,” she said. “Yeah, I really do.”
The guys were all listening intently and quietly cheered at her admission.
“The real question, though,” Deon said, leaning in. “Is spit or swallow.”
She chuckled and rolled her eyes. “God, like that’s even a question. Swallow of course,” she said with a playful grin, sliding her tongue out of her mouth playfully. She wiggled her shoulders seductively a second as Curt, still not brave enough to move any further, continued to just lay his fingers across her tiny panties.
“Goddamn, you really are the coolest chick ever,” Joe said.
“Lemme ask you this,” Deon said. “What’s up with girls that don’t like it?” he asked.
She thought a second and then shrugged. “I mean, me and my twin both love it, so I really don’t know.”
All the guys were grinning widely and listening intently.
Curt checked the time and then sighed. “We’ve got to go meet some friends at Ripper’s down the street,” he said.
“Ooh, my boys have girlfriends?” she asked playfully. They all laughed and shook their heads.
“You wanna roll with us?” Deon asked, smiling widely.
She winked but slid out of the booth. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m actually waiting on that sexy waitress,” she said. “I’m gonna see if I can seduce her.”
The guys all stared at her wide-eyed and smiling. “You’re the coolest chick I’ve ever met,” Joe said.
Standing, the group all came towards her and started giving her hugs. She giggled as they brazenly groped her, rolling her eyes as if she were merely putting up with it. Deon came up then, and grabbed her phone.
“Let me give you my number,” he said. “You can holler at me if you want to hang out and fuck sometime.”
She had to admire his boldness and smirked. “Would the other guys get to be there too?” she asked with a wink.
“Shit, if you want,” he said, smiling. “I get first dibs on that ass, though,” he said, his hand caressing her rump boldly. She clicked open her phone and put in his number as Curt rolled his eyes and hugged her last.
“You’re not getting away that easily,” she said. Putting in his name, she looked up and waited for him to tell her his number.
He chuckled and gave it to her, then hugged her again. Then, turning, the group shuffled outside and headed down the street.
She giggled, feeling empowered at all the affection and attention they’d been giving her. Turning, she raised an eyebrow at a couple of girls down at the end of the bar that were turning and looking at her, snickering and shaking their heads.
Feeling feisty, she walked down to the end where they were and smiled as her brother came over.
“Want another drink?” he asked.
She smiled. “Thanks, hun.”
“God, slut,” one of the girls said under her breath.
“He’s my brother,” Alex said, turning and looking directly at her. “Shut your cock-holster before I make you my little sex-bitch.”
“Like you wouldn’t have fucked that entire table, bitch,” the girl said.
“Knock it off,” Dane said, looking directly at her.
“I’ve got this,” Alex said, smiling sweetly. “What did I do to you?” she asked.
“I’m not talking to you,” the girl said. “Get out of my face.”
Alex giggled, sensing that the girl was either jealous or attracted to her.
Alex turned and smiled, looking directly at her. “You know, if you like what you see you don’t have to be shy. You can look, baby.”
Dane rolled his eyes and turned away, making her a drink.
The girl’s eyes went wide and she turned back to her friends, talking quietly.
Alex slid up on the stool and watched, turning towards the crowd and silently watching the people come and go. She saw the entire spectrum of courtship taking place, from innocent flirting to outright pleading for sex.
She sighed, thinking that it would be so much simpler if people would just simply ask for it.
After a few hours, she turned, seeing the crowd of girls talking to a group of guys. The girl that had been talking shit about her was sitting near the back of the group, not really interacting. Every once in a while, Alex saw her stealing glances her way.
Grinning, she realized that the girl was attracted to her, and probably didn’t know how to deal with it. She might not have been out of the closet yet, or hadn’t come to terms with how she felt about another woman. “Hell, I might be the first woman she’s ever been attracted to.” The thought made her feel empowered then, even excited. Waiting a few minutes, she saw her chance. The girl stood and turned, heading to the bathroom alone. Alex slid from her seat, winking at Dane.
“Behave yourself,” he mouthed at her.
“Fuck you,” she mouthed back. He chuckled.
She went into the bathroom and saw the girl standing at the mirror, looking at herself and checking her makeup. Turning, Alex locked the door of the small bathroom. The girl saw her in the mirror and turned.
Alex smiled and walked up to her.
“You want some of this?” the girl asked, turning and raising her fists.
Alex walked up to her, and slid in close as the girl pulled her arms up protectively. “Calm down,” Alex said, standing in front of her. “I’m not here to fight you.”
The girl, unsure of what was happening, eyed Alex strangely. Anger crossed her face then, and she put up her tough girl facade again. “You come that close again and I’ll fuck you up, puta,” she said, pushing Alex back.
“Sweetie, I’ve been in fights before and you don’t scare me,” she said. “I just want to talk to you, okay?” She moved up close again and tentatively pulled the cautious young woman closer to her. Alex had her fingers in the edge of the young woman’s jeans, lightly brushing them against her skin. She was Hispanic and gorgeous, with dark eyes and smooth skin, her face unburdened by blemishes. Her breasts were full, but perky. Alex found that she liked the beautiful Hispanic’s smile the best though, as it turned up at the edges and made it look like she was always sort of smiling.
“I saw the way you were looking at me,” she said quietly.
The girl shook her head. “I’m not a dyke,” she protested suddenly.
Alex grinned and grabbed her by the hand. “I never said you were, miss guilty conscience. I saw the way you were looking at me,” she said. “You were hoping that I didn’t go home with that group of idiots I was flirting with, weren’t you.”
The girl shook her head, shoving Alex away angrily.
Turning, she started to walk to the door, but Alex reached out for her hand, grasping it gently. The girl turned and looked at her, almost pleadingly.
“You’re safe,” Alex said. “I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t want. I just want to talk.”
The girl, shaking now, shook her head and slid backwards up against the wall.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she whispered. “I can’t fight for shit.”
Alex smiled, bringing the girl’s shaking hand up and kissing it on the palm. The girl’s eyes closed and an involuntary shudder coursed through her. Alex gently stepped forwards to the girl, who couldn’t take her eyes off of her.
“I don’t know if you’re out, or if you’re bi, or if I’m the only girl you’ve ever been attracted to, but I know that you’re attracted to me,” she said. “Aren’t you?”
The girl nodded, shaking slightly.
“Listen,” Alex said. “I’m not going to out you to your friends, and I’m not going to hurt you, okay? Stop worrying.”
The girl nodded.
“What’s your name?” Alex asked.
“Lucia Rodriguez,” she said quietly. “Lucy.”
Alex smiled. “I’m Alex. Alex Andresani.” She was idly stroking Lucy’s waist.
Lucy managed to smile for the first time.