Chapter 37: Lexi

 

The Celebration of Slut Feelings

 

Author’s Note: It felt right, after all they’ve brought to TSP to give the Sigma Sluts their happy ending. Well, not really an ending – they’ll be back. A resolution perhaps.

10:34 AM. Not a bad time to wake up after getting back to bed following our pre-dawn adventure. I took inventory of things. Belly still reasonably full from the pancakes we’d inhaled at Lauren’s favorite diner after our stakeout. Naked under the covers, not necessarily bad, especially now that I was warm again. Partially still cuddled up with Ky, a definite positive.

Ky must have already been awake because he began to stroke my flank once I stirred. I loved the way his warm hand felt running down my side, over my hip and stopping at my upper thigh. I rolled over after a minute to face him. His hazel eyes met mine. I loved the way he looked at me – happy, playful, enthralled. I kissed him and scooted over a few inches so my chest was pressed to his. His arms encircled my torso, holding me tight to him.

“This right here, this is my happy place,” I whispered quietly into the crook of his neck.

“You know it’s always here for you, whenever you want it right?” Ky asked. “This has been a wild few days, that I wouldn’t trade for the world, but this is always here for you, babe.”

I felt emotions swirl in my chest. Happy ones. Ky was special. I had known that for awhile, but the last week had forced me to confront it properly.

We stayed entangled for perhaps 15 minutes until the realities of the human body took over and we had to get up to pee.

“Seriously, how long are you going to fucking take?” I whined. Ky’s urine continued to splash into the toilet bowl. It must have been going for at least 30 seconds.

“I tried to be a fucking gentleman and offered you first dibs, don’t get mad at me now,” Ky fired back. He was right, I had insisted he go first.

He did that little shake thing guys do and flushed. As soon as he was out of the way I planted myself on the seat and gushed into the toilet. Ky had retreated to the sink and began brushing his teeth, regarding me in the mirror with an amused eyebrow raised. I’d never peed in front of him before. I began giggling.

“I think you’re the first guy to ever watch me pee,” I noted, trying to control my laughter.

Ky spat out some toothpaste. “Lex, I truly don’t want to crush your spirit, but you pee like every other chick,” he said. There was a mirth in his eyes. I couldn’t help but start laughing again.

He averted his eyes while I wiped myself. I flushed, stood up and wrapped my arms around him from behind, resting my head against his back.

“Ky, I think I might have some feelings for you,” I said.

He spit the rest of his toothpaste out in the sink and began to rinse his toothbrush.

“Breaking news, girl who likes to sleep over with me at least four nights a week for the last two years may have feelings. Wild stuff. More tonight at 11,” Ky said, his tone joking. I lightly smacked him on the back.

“Oh don’t you even start with me you little devil,” he said and turned around so we were facing each other. “You damn well know I have feelings for you too. They may have come into greater clarity the last few days, but I’m still the dude who could barely restrain himself from telling you my biggest secret last weekend. Now brush your damn teeth so I can kiss you properly. After all that coffee you have the morning breath of a hyena.”

I laughed, gave him an affectionate squeeze while I pressed my head into his chest, then grabbed my toothbrush and got to work getting rid of my bad breath. I wanted some kisses.

– – – – –

 

I got my makeout session, and a whole hell of a lot more. As soon as I finished brushing Ky and I started to kiss. Our minty tongues wrestled in the bathroom and the passion between us picked up right where it had left off the previous evening.

Eventually Ky picked me up by the waist and I wrapped my legs around his midsection. He carried me to our bed, not bothering to stop kissing me. Normally I hated being carried, even though with my small size it was pretty easy. Any sensation of being manhandled made me anxious. That morning with Ky it was different for some reason.

He gently laid me down on the bed and moved between my legs. He began slowly kissing his way up my left thigh towards my sex. He stopped just short and switched to the other leg.

“Ugh, I’m turned on, you don’t need to do the slow build up,” I told him. I was eager to feel the wonderful sensation of his tongue on my pussy and clit.

“I don’t care, I’m doing this properly,” Ky said forcefully. I decided to let him take care of me. Sometimes it was ok to be pampered just a little.

Eventually Ky got to the main event. I was so aroused I could feel excess moisture starting to dribble down into the crack of my ass. He began with slow, methodical licks of my outer labia, slowly working his way towards my core. Ky could probably have written a master’s thesis on how to get me off with his tongue by that point and he was treating this like his final exam. It was a slow but steady build up and I was being launched into orbit with pleasure.

“Kyyyy, what are you doing to me?” I panted. It had to have been at least 15 minutes. I hadn’t cum yet, but the pleasure was incredible. I wasn’t far off.

“I’m rewarding you for choosing emotional honesty,” Ky said confidently. Not for the first time, I wondered how I’d gotten so lucky. I tell the guy I have feelings for him and he rewards me with some of the best oral sex of my life.

Ky knew when I was about to cum and he went to his signature move at exactly the right moment. Two fingers up my snatch, curled and pressing my g-spot, tongue bathing my clit. I squealed with delight as I had a massive orgasm that left me breathing raggedly.

“I fucking love making you cum, it’s so hot,” Ky said.

“You are insanely hot right now. Kiss me,” I requested.

Ky didn’t hesitate. He’d known for a long time I didn’t mind the taste of myself on his lips. Now he also knew why.

I felt a need burning inside me. Not for his dick, although I certainly didn’t mind it. The need that burned inside me was to return the favor. To make Ky feel just as good as he’d just made me feel.

“I want to fuck now,” I told him once I had recovered. “You can’t make me cum that hard and not let me return the favor.”

“Seems like a good deal for me,” Ky said, grinning excitedly.

“I like to think so, do you want to do it doggy? I know it’s your favorite,” I offered.

“No, I think I want to be making eye contact with this new Feelings Lexi when I cum,” he said.

That caused me an involuntary shiver of delight. My only regret was that I had taken so long to be vulnerable with Ky. It was going over beautifully.

Ky got between my legs and I sat up a little, so I could reach down and hold his hard cock. He knew how to insert it but there was something symbolic about feeding his member into my sex that I wanted. I sighed as he slowly entered, then bottomed out. I felt so full. And so good.

“You’re at like 105% hardness today,” I noted, squeezing his dick with my vaginal muscles.

“I think I might have feelings for you or something,” Ky joked. I laughed, but I also really liked how that made me feel.

Ky began to thrust. Not slow, but not pounding, a nice steady speed. It’s what I liked best and I knew he did too.

I was doing my best to be on my A game, moving my hips enthusiastically to meet his thrusts and putting my muscles to full effect when was deep inside me to increase his pleasure. I had always taken an interest in Ky’s pleasure; our mutual desire to get the other off was really a cornerstone of our relationship. That morning I felt something deeper though, it was almost like a compulsion to make him climax.

“Ky I want your cum. I want to be your number one girl. We can fuck other ones, but I want to be your number one. The one who fucks you the best. The one you can always come to for pleasure even when you’re tired or sick or frustrated or whatever.”

Ky’s eyes widened for a moment. What I had just said was far, far more possessive than anything we had ever tossed around, even in the deepest throes of dirty talk. But then he smiled.

“I’m ok with that,” he said simply. Fuck he was hot.

We kept going, we kept building up. It probably was less actual minutes on the clock than it felt like to me because I was so lost in the moment.

“You know what gets me off more than anything else, right?” Ky asked. I could tell he was getting close. I honestly wasn’t that far off either, although it was essentially impossible for me to cum just from penetration.

“I do. When I cum for you like a slut,” I said sassily.

Ky cocked his head to the side. I think he was thinking over how he felt about me using ‘slut’ – a somewhat degrading word in some contexts, but empowering in others. In this context it made me feel powerful. Beautiful, seen, and a little naughty.

“My slut?” he asked. I understood, we were subtly claiming the word for ourselves. I loved it.

“That’s right, Kyle. You’re the only man who turns me into a cum craving slut,” I told him.

“Show me, Alexis, be my slut,” Ky said. The usage of our full names had that strange effect on me again. This was serious, but in the most fun way possible.

My right hand went to my clit. I pulled my legs back as far as could, knees nearly to my shoulders, fully open, fully vulnerable, fully there for Ky’s pleasure. And mine. If he wanted a slut, I could do slut.

His pace increased a little, not pounding, but firm, deep powerful strokes.

I was there. I held my fingers in just the right spot on my clit as I came. My body convulsed. I felt like I probably looked ridiculous, but I didn’t care. It was too hot to be worried about appearances.

Ky also did not care if I looked stupid. True to his word, my orgasm initiated his, I felt the warmth of the explosion inside my pussy. I grinned in satisfaction. I had done a good job. I had returned the favor. I was his good slut.

– – – – –

 

We had a lovely, unhurried shower after our coupling. We both dressed in casual clothes then made our way down to the kitchen. I felt like I was floating I was feeling so good. We’d bought some breakfast food when we arrived on Wednesday but barely touched it since we’d picked up breakfast the last couple of days. Ky and I mutually agreed that even though it was 11:30 we were going to call this brunch and have some of the breakfast food.

Ky grabbed the loaf of bread and loaded slices into the toaster then started chopping fresh fruit. I mixed Greek yogurt with granola in a large bowl. Ky tossed the fruit he’d chopped into my mixing bowl then went to retrieve butter for the toast. While he was doing that I guess he started a song on his phone and next thing I knew we were bopping to the lyrics of Walking on Sunshine as we worked.

I knew it was hokey, but I couldn’t help myself, I felt my hips start to move in time with the music. Ky kissed me on the cheek and pinched my butt as he moved past me to grab plates and bowls.

The toaster popped and Ky started buttering toast. All of a sudden the music shifted and Angel of the Morning came on. I turned and saw Rose, Jackie, and, to my surprise, Brandi sidling into the kitchen, their hands joined under their chins, which I guess was their attempt to look angelic. I laughed, turned away from what I was doing and hugged and kissed Jackie and Rose.

“Angels might be presumptuous after last night. How are you feeling this morning, ladies?” Ky asked.

“I mean, pretty fucking good. Maybe a little bit embarrassed that you all saw me get really wild, but also kind of happy that I was with people who accepted me,” Rose said.

“The Rose-on-coke experience is one to be savored,” Brandi said with a knowing smile.

“I, for one, like it when you get a little wild, Rose,” I said. That earned grins from Jackie and Rose.

“And me, I mean did you see that orgasm?” Jackie asked.

“That was impressive,” I said. I’d had a front row seat.

“I’m surprised to see you Brandi. I thought Reed was pretty enamored with your, uh, qualities,” Ky said.

“I crashed out. Reed and Allie slipped off. I figured they’d be back soon enough, but I guess I just hit a wall. I think partying non-stop for two days eventually caught up to me. Woke up in the middle of the night on a couch. The first bedroom I stumbled into happened to be theirs, so stripped down and joined them. Jackie’s a good cuddler,” Brandi explained.

“Sigma Slut Rule #7: always cuddle your sisters if they are lonely,” Jackie quoted.

“You three are three of the most unique people I think I’ve ever met, but in your own way, you’re really quite adorable,” I said.

We divvied up the food and began to eat.

“So…last day,” Jackie pointed out.

“Bummer, but I’d be pretty sad if this was our last interaction,” I said. I stared into Rose’s eyes to punctuate my statement.

Rose blushed slightly but nodded her agreement. Brandi snickered.

“So have you figured out what to do about your living situation, Jacks?” Brandi asked.

“Fuck, I dunno. Moving out, I think,” Jackie replied. “It was a joint lease and we split everything 50/50, but it was Johnny’s place before we moved in together. Basically every memory I have of it is now sullied by his cheating.”

“You could move in with me,” Rose offered. She had that shy, but hopeful expression I’d gotten to know well the last few days. She was hoping for a yes.

“Oh no, I couldn’t ask you to convert your yoga studio back into a guest room. That place is like your refuge,” Jackie said.

Ky started laughing. “What?” Brandi asked, a tad annoyed.

“Based on my recent observations, there is absolutely no reason Jackie needs her own bed,” Ky said. “Not to mention whatever rule number you just quoted at me.”

We were interrupted by Lauren walking into the room. She looked put together and fresh, so I gathered she had also gotten some rest since our early morning adventure.

“Hey y’all, morning,” Lauren said, smiling. I wondered how much she had overheard.

“Morning, want some breakfast?” Ky offered.

“Uh didn’t we already have that?” Lauren asked.

Ky explained our rationale for having second breakfast.

“Sure, looks healthy,” Lauren said, eyeing our food.

“Quasi-healthy. One minute, I’ll grab you a bowl,” Ky said and got up and began fixing breakfast for Lauren.

“So hold on, you guys already had breakfast?” Jackie asked, confused.

“Uh, Jack, it’s 11:30, normal people eat breakfast before now,” Rose pointed out.

“No, I know we, uh, slept late,” Jackie said. “I was just curious what y’all were up to because you look like you just showered.”

I surmised I was not the only girl who had been attended by an attentive partner that morning. “Well someone decided to wake our asses up at 5 AM,” I said, affixing Lauren with a fake glare.

“You weren’t complaining when you almost pissed yourself cackling,” Lauren retorted.

“Explain please, someone,” Brandi requested. The brunette was intrigued.

Ky interrupted to hand Lauren her bowl of food. The three of us explained the absurdity we’d witnessed that morning. The Sigmas were in stitches by the time we were done. Rose was actually crying she was laughing so hard.

“I almost wish you had woken us up too,” Rose said. I knew she was a pot stirrer like Ky and I, she would have enjoyed it.

“I did take pictures,” Lauren offered. I hadn’t realized she’d been doing that. We gathered around her phone and she showed us the highlights resulting in more laughter.

“Anyways, where were we before I interrupted?” Lauren asked, grinning. I think she’d heard some of the discussion before we’d noticed her.

“Oh we were just chatting about what Jackie is going to do about her living situation, she had to break up with her boyfriend,” I explained.

“Oh I’m sorry Jackie, that stinks. What happened?” Lauren asked.

“Johnny’s actions constituted violations of both Rules #1 and #2,” Brandi said, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.

I grinned at the Sigmas. Lauren had gotten a pretty good idea of what they were like the previous evening, but this was a whole new level.

“You know there’s actually a decent chance it could have been a Rule #11 violation too,” Rose observed, grinning. She really was the shit stirrer of their group.

“What are these rules?” Lauren.

“Sigma Slut Rules of Sisterhood,” Brandi explained, again as if this was totally normal.

“Ok first of all what is a Sigma Slut? Allie told me that was what y’all call yourselves last night, but I don’t get it,” Lauren asked.

“The three of us and our former friend Marge all rushed Sigma at Kentucky as freshmen. We’ve all been super close since. One of our sorority big sisters bestowed that nickname on us and we kind of embraced it,” Brandi said.

“Ok, and what are these rules?” Lauren asked.

“Our bylaws for ethical conduct, they’re sacred,” Rose said, attempting to keep a straight face and failing.

“Rule Number 1: Total honesty in all matters of the bedroom. No lying about who you’re sleeping with if it is relevant to the greater good of the sisterhood,” Brandi recited.

“Rule Number 2: No fucking a sister’s boyfriend without express permission from your sister,” Jackie quoted.

“Rule Number 11: No fucking in a sister’s bed, unless she is also present in the bed,” Rose told us.

Lauren blinked, then she and I both laughed.

“You girls are something else. Just a tiny bit different from my sorority at A&M,” Lauren said.

“I mean, it’s not like our whole sorority was like that,” Jackie said. “The four of us just had a special bond.”

“So I’m guessing your boyfriend cheated on you with the fourth member of your party? Marge?” Lauren asked.

“Yeah,” Jackie said, and recounted the basics of how they found out and the fallout, leaving out the part about the anal sex revenge porn she’d shot.

“Right then, so back to the matter at hand, living situation,” Ky said.

“Uh, I guess we could share a bed. Just temporarily,” Rose said after she and Jackie exchanged a look.

“Oh for pete’s sake, why don’t you two just date,” I blurted out. The chemistry I’d seen between Rose and Jackie over the last two nights was impossible to ignore. The part of me that loved a good lesbian romance story couldn’t help but picture them together.

“Uh we’re not gay,” Rose said.

“Right, right, and I’m a lesbian yet here I am fucking a dude basically every night,” I retorted.

“But when we hook up that’s just, like, fun and helping a sister out,” Rose protested.

“And I quote ‘squirt on me, mark me as your slut, fuck you can pee on me, I don’t give a shit, mark me as yours’. Sounds like a little more than just standard helping a sister out,” Ky said, recalling Rose’s line from last night. I grinned at him. He was right. I had been thinking the same thing.

“Hey, that’s not fair, I was high as shit!” Rose complained.

“Yeah, so your true feelings were more on display,” I said. “I think you like Jackie.”

“Tell them that’s not how this works,” Jackie protested, looking at Brandi.

“You know, it always did sort of confuse me how a girl with some of the best natural boobs I’ve ever seen scored so little at the bars. It’s almost like you knew if you struck out you could make a Rule #8 petition. And Rose always says yes to a Rule #8 petition from you,” Brandi said, grinning. I surmised Rule #8 involved helping a frustrated sister out.

“Remember what I said to you the other day about sometimes a conventional relationship isn’t exactly what you need, Jackie?” Ky asked.