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“Oooh, Twy, three o’clock.”
“Huh?” Twyla wrinkles her nose at Alexis in confusion, picking up her phone from the vaguely-sticky table and checking the screen. “It’s nine thirty-two.”
“No-no, babe, like, three o’clock.” Alexis enunciates each syllable, widening her eyes and jerking her head dramatically. It’s still, like, totally subtle, though. She closes her glossed lips around the straw of her daiquiri as Twyla finally turns to look across the bar.
“Oh,” Twyla breathes out, unknowingly mirroring Alexis’s pose, sucking her own straw into her mouth as they both stare.
Standing with one hip cocked against the pool table is a guy who’s definitely not from Schitt’s Creek. His dirty-blonde hair is pulled back in an effortless bun, with one loose strand artfully curling over his forehead. As they watch, his turn comes up, and he pushes off the table and stalks around it, stroking a big hand absently over a soft-looking, perfectly trimmed beard. It’s a shame the leather jacket hides his body somewhat, but his shoulders are broad and his waist is trim and there’s intricate ink peeking out from the ‘v’ of his t-shirt.
“Hot, right?” Alexis nudges Twyla’s arm and grins when she turns back with pinker cheeks than before. “Oh! Butt alert.” Twyla’s head whips back around just in time for both of them to catch him bending over the pool table, the light denim hugging his ass as he takes a sharp shot.
“Those are great jeans,” Twyla says, and Alexis giggles, scooting around the semi-circle booth to slide up next to Twyla. It’s summer and the air is close in here, both of them bare-legged under short dresses, and Twyla’s thigh is hot alongside her own.
“Are you turned on, babe?”
“No!” Twyla says, too quickly.
Alexis laughs, booping her nose. “Aw, Twy, it’s okay. I know what your face looks like when you start to get wet in your cute li’l panties.” She leans in close, taking a sip from the cocktail still in Twyla’s hand. “I am, too.”
“Yeah?” Twyla’s eyes are wide, flicking between Alexis and the mystery guy. He’s tipping a beer bottle to his lips now, and both of them watch as his throat works to swallow. “Is that - is this okay?”
“It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you, Twy,” Alexis says simply, dancing light fingertips up and down Twyla’s thigh. The movement pushes the floaty material of her skirt higher, and Twyla’s breath hitches. “We can look if we want to.”
“I do want to.” Twyla’s got that glint in her eye that usually means Alexis is in for a really, really good time, the one that makes heat pool in her stomach within seconds.
“Me too. Did you see those tats? Ooh, and he’s got a cute li’l earring; love that for him.”
“And his hands,” Twyla says. “He has nice hands.”
“He has totally nice hands.”
“I like his beard.” Twyla smirks at Alexis, who snickers before she even says it. “Pretty sure you do too.”
“Mmm, how did you know, babe?” Alexis grins, sucking hard at her straw and feeling pleasantly, deliciously floaty as Twyla giggles.
“Do you remember when you came to the barn, and Mutt and I were…?”
The apparent change of subject throws Alexis for a loop, but maybe she’s just a little tipsier than she thought. Still, it only takes a second for her to catch up and grin slyly at her girlfriend. “When you guys were taking a li’l trip down to bone town?”
“Lex!” Twyla swats at her arm. “ Yes, that time.”
The image of Mutt’s chiseled body and Twyla’s tousled, nothing-but-a-towel look pops into Alexis’s head as clear as day. “How could I forget? You looked like a pair of models. Except I’ve hung out with a lot of models, and you guys were hotter.”
“I wanted you to join us, then. I don’t know if Mutt would have gone for it, but --”
“I’m sorry, like, join you, join you?!”
Twyla frowns, like Alexis is being silly. “Well, you didn’t think I was just offering you tea, did you?”
There’s a slightly disbelieving drop in Alexis’s gut at the thought that she could have had her - had this - so many years earlier. But she wouldn’t have been ready; Twyla has been so undeniably good since Alexis has known her, golden and glittering, and she deserves better than the Alexis she was back then. If she thinks about it too hard, she sometimes gets lost in wondering if she’ll ever be quite as good as Twyla deserves.
In that strange, psychic way of hers, Twyla reaches out and squeezes her hand. It’s enough to reassure her; it always is.
“What d’you think would happen if we went over to that guy?” Twyla wonders, all coy and soft, biting her lip against a mischievous little smile. Alexis is instantly intrigued.
“Umm, like, do you actually want to? Because, like, if I know one thing about threeways, it’s that planning is important. Otherwise it gets suuuper messy. I learned that the hard way with Zac and Vanessa.”
Twyla tips her head back on a gorgeous, twinkly laugh. “No, Alexis. Not tonight, anyway. But maybe we could… talk about it. What it would be like.” Twyla pins her with a heated gaze, and reaches forward to brush a lock of hair off Alexis's shoulder. Her fingertips catch on the strap of her little black dress, almost by accident, but Alexis knows for certain that it’s not.
Alexis shakes her shoulders lightly, as if she’s trying to shrug off the thrill that just chased down her spine. She finds herself leaning in imperceptibly, her hand squeezing needily at Twyla’s thigh as she hangs on her words. “Yes. Let’s definitely do that, babe.”
Twyla darts forward and kisses her, sweet and soft. “I love you, Lex.”
Alexis swallows and wiggles her head a little, the words stalling on their way from her brain to her mouth, still shiny and new. “I love you too, Twy.”
Settling back in the booth, Twyla takes a casual sip of her mojito, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I think we’d go over together. Both of us. He’d see us both walking over, dressed up like this, and his jaw would hit the floor.”
“Are we gonna run a finger down his back and see if he follows us to a dark corner?” Alexis giggles, and Twyla rolls her eyes kindly. “What would we do with him? Tell me, babe.”
“Well, I guess we’d talk to him first. Buy him a drink. You’d probably hustle him at pool…” Twyla muses, with a teasing smile. “That’s what you wanted to hear about, right, Lex?”
“Twy,” Alexis whines, drawing it out. She’ll never get enough of that playful way Twyla has of gently but firmly tipping the balance between them, stringing her along with dainty hands and soft words. “Fast-forward? A little?”
“Hmm. Okay. So we get him home.” Twyla sips her drink and eyes the stranger thoughtfully. “I think I wanna see you kiss him, first. Do you wanna kiss him?”
“Yeah, I want you to watch me kiss him.” Alexis’s voice is already breathy.
“You’d look so pretty.”
Alexis leans further and further into Twyla’s space like she’s drawn by a magnet, both of them angled a little towards each other, but with still enough scope to glance across the bar.
“But I wouldn’t wanna be left out of all the fun. I’d press right up behind you and kiss him over your shoulder while I push your dress up to feel how wet you are.” Twyla's fingers drift over the hem now, nudging it upwards teasingly before dancing away. Alexis’s own hand is tight on Twyla’s thigh, squeezing in encouragement.
“God, yeah, babe. I’m so wet for you already.”
“For both of us, Lex,” Twyla reminds her, and Alexis makes a soft sound, her eyes closing briefly.
“Okay okay okay, then what?”
“Well - you will be watching. I’ll be sitting on the edge of the bed and pushing him down to his knees.”
Alexis bites her lip, not a thought for the carefully applied lipstick there. She shifts on the cracked leather seat, her thighs squeezing together and sending a pulse through her cunt, but it’s not enough. She wishes Twyla would touch her, imagines those slim fingers dipping into her panties - but she knows she won’t, not here.
Alexis is way too loud for public sex.
“Do you think you can do that for me, Lex? Sit and watch like a good girl while I make him eat me out?” Twyla tips Alexis’s chin up with two fingertips, her tone sweet and soft, in perfect contrast to the filthy picture she’s painting.
“Yes, babe.” Alexis nods clumsily, her own hand sneaking under Twyla’s dress, dangerously high, until she’s tracing the edges of her panties.
“You wanna get your hand on me,” Twyla says knowingly, and Alexis nods immediately. God, yes, she wants that. “Right here? Should I let you?”
“Please,” Alexis breathes out, and Twyla captures her mouth in a sudden kiss, starting sweet and ending with a heated swipe of her tongue which leaves Alexis gasping.
“Go on. Touch me, Lex.”
Alexis glances around, taking in the situation: low light; enough people mingling on the dancefloor to provide a little cover, but not enough that there are any nearby; a blessedly opaque table hiding their laps. Aside from the angle of Alexis’s arm, they might just look like two girlfriends leaning close to chat to anyone who happens to glance over.
Leaning over Twyla to take another sip out of Twyla’s drink, she finally, finally eases her panties to one side. “Fuck, babe - oh my god,” Alexis breathes - Twyla is so, so slick, and her fingertips easily slip through the wetness.
“Yeah, that’s it, that’s so good.” It’s just what Alexis wants to hear, and Twyla knows it. Twyla bites her lip, her smile devilish. “I know you’re so wet right now, babe. But you’re just gonna touch me, aren’t you? You’re gonna give me everything I want while I tell you exactly what’s going to happen.”
Alexis feels a hot twist in her stomach. It’s not going to happen, she knows that - well, okay, probably not - but the fantasy has her head spinning more than the cocktails. “Yes. Yes, Twy.”
Twyla lets out a soft moan, barely audible over the music, and Alexis isn’t sure if it’s because she’s just started toying with her clit, or because the guy across the bar just stripped off his leather jacket, revealing a set of toned, inked arms and a t-shirt that’s at least a size too small.
“Hmm. He’s got nice, long hair. Easy to grab hold of while I use his mouth to make me come,” Twyla muses. “You’re gonna watch me come on his face, but I’m not gonna let you touch yourself yet. You’re so cute when you squirm, Lex - oh, like right now!”
Alexis presses her lips together on a whimper and crosses her legs, thighs flexing as her cunt throbs needily, but she pours all her focus into those tight circles she’s making on Twyla’s clit.
Twyla hums, her hips starting to roll into the pressure, just slightly. “Then - oh - then we’ll strip him and push him down on the bed - I want to suck his cock, Lex, but I want to do it with you.”
“Yes - god yes, babe, that’s so hot. We can take it in turns tasting him - wanna feel your tongue, make out with you around his cock.”
“Yeah, Lex, I bet you’d taste so good - lick the taste of him out of your mouth - ” Twyla trails off on a moan and pulls Alexis into a deep, dirty kiss, as if she’s really sucking the pre-come off her tongue. Alexis falls into it, shoving her hand deeper into Twyla’s panties so she can dip inside. The angle’s awkward, despite Twyla opening her legs and sliding down in the seat, so she can only press halfway inside. It’s so worth it to feel that hot squeeze around her fingers, to drink in her girlfriend’s pretty gasp.
“Mmm, then what, Twy? Are you gonna let me come?”
“You know I always take care of you, babe. Eventually.” Twyla drops her a wink, which makes Alexis fuck her fingers into her a little faster. The heel of her hand grinds into her clit clumsily, but it’s enough - Twyla’s breaths are stuttering and her cheeks flushed, and she’s taking what she needs, grinding against her hand and riding her fingers as best she can.
“C’mon - tell me, tell me how.”
“I think I’ll ride him - sink down slow on his cock so you can watch me take it, inch by inch --” she pauses when Alexis whines, petulant and needy, both at the injustice that she can’t see this right now, and the fact that Twyla’s drawing it out, making her wait even in their fantasies. Alexis loves it. “And once I’ve got him all the way, nice and deep, I’ll let you sit on his face.”
“Fuck,” Alexis moans, her free hand gripping Twyla’s thigh as she noses down her jaw, kissing desperately at her neck as Twyla pants into her ear. It’s not so subtle anymore, but she doesn’t care. The cocktails have her skin humming and her judgement completely clouded with lust - she just dimly hopes no one who’s close to sober happens to look over at them. “Yes - fuck yes, please, I want that.”
“You’d look - oh god - so hot like that, babe. Wanna watch you grind on his face while I bounce on his cock.”
“You could kiss me - fuck - play with my tits,” Alexis breathes, like a plea, and when Twyla nods, she shivers. Light as a feather, Twyla skims a hand up her side, just barely grazing the curve of her breast before dancing away again - god, she's such a tease.
Alexis's underwear is soaked through now, maybe even to her dress. The image is scorching and vivid, inescapable, so much so that she almost forgets they’re in the corner of a mediocre bar, where anyone could catch them. All she can think is Twyla - Twyla squeezing Alexis’s breasts as she fucks herself on a thick cock; Twyla urging her to rock down harder-faster onto the guy’s mouth; Twyla kissing her as they both moan, using him for their own pleasure.
“Oh - Lex, I’m - I’m so close, don’t stop, oh god, I love you, how are you so hot,” Twyla groans, and Alexis laughs, because she’s not the one who was just writing, like, an entire porn script on the spot.
“C’mon, Twy, please give it to me,” Alexis murmurs, and suddenly Twyla’s clenching tight around her fingers, thrusts becoming slicker as she shakes apart and buries her face in Alexis’s neck. Alexis holds her, gentles her through it, carefully pulling out. She deliberately slides her fingers over her clit as she pulls out of her panties, just to see her body jolt, and Twyla laughs and slaps at her arm.
“Wow. Oh my god, Alexis.” When Twyla pulls back, she’s gazing at Alexis in that way that Alexis is unworthy of; she’s starry-eyed, her face completely open and shining, as if Alexis is the best thing she’s ever stumbled upon. They call each other girlfriend now, they love each other, and yet it’s hard not to feel like she’s somehow conned her way into that look.
“Oh my god yourself, Twy, you little sexpot you.” Twyla’s hand stroking appreciatively up and down her thigh reminds Alexis of the insistent heat between her legs, and she groans, rolling her eyes.
“What?” Twyla’s eyes sparkle with mirth. She knows exactly what.
“Take me home. Like, now, please.”
“Oh, just you?”
Alexis laughs, glancing over to the mystery man. “Mm- hmm. Don’t get me wrong, he’s very hot. But, like you said - not tonight. Tonight, I want you all - to - my - self.” She punctuates the words with boops of her finger, getting closer and closer until the last one lands on Twyla’s nose.
“You’ve got me.” Twyla smiles, then looks at the table and frowns. “Hm. We have drinks to finish before we go, though.”
“Ugh!” Alexis flips her hair over one shoulder and purposefully reaches for her glass. She pinches the straw out and flicks it away, and instead tips the glass back, downing the rest of the frozen pink slush in one. “There. One down.”
Twyla arches an eyebrow at her as she does exactly the same with her mojito, then daintily dabs a napkin to her lips. “I guess that’s that problem solved.”
“Mhm, mhm, mhm.” A beat of silence, and Alexis shimmies impatiently, tapping her t-rex hands against the tabletop.
Twyla relents, laughing. “Okay, Lex. Let’s go home.”
They link hands as they leave the booth, giggling as they sway unsteadily at first, and they weave around a couple of small clumps of people as they head for the door. Alexis throws a cursory glance across the room - and catches the eye of the mystery guy. He’s leaning against the pool table, unabashedly watching them walk by, a faint smirk on his face as he gazes appreciatively up and down their legs.
It’s interesting. It’s a little thrill, Alexis won’t deny. But Twyla’s fingers are cool and her palm is warm, and as Alexis lets her lead, the whole room falls away.
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