The sound of music was faint, here at the front of the house, far from the pool and the party. Alex moved carefully, quietly, knowing the music wouldn't cover for her movements. It certainly wasn't enough to cover up the groans, the grunts, and the slap of skin on skin.
The front living room was dark, only lit by the slants of light cutting through the windows from the street lights outside. It had taken Alex several minutes of lurking in the dark before she could begin to make anything out, after the brightly lit backyard of the pool party. Now that she could see, she stood transfixed, silent, her head just past the door frame of the living room, watching her sister's friend get fucked.
Sara had been flirting with the boys out by the pool all night, as she did every time they had one of these gatherings. Alex had watched, out of the corner of her eyes, seemingly uninterested in the party as always, Kindle in hand. But she'd been perhaps the only one who noticed how Sara abruptly left the party, only to be followed a suspiciously short amount of time after by one of the 20 something boys that always gathered around Sara and Alex's sister, Joey.
All that explained how Alex had known to find the two in here. It didn't explain why she was here, watching. She couldn't really explain that, other than to say that Alex wasn't as uninterested in things as she seemed.
Alex had always been the tomboy to Joey's girly-girl. Her lack of interest in dresses and makeup had persisted right up through high school, and even here at these pool parties, where she was wearing, as usual, a black swim shirt and a pair of gym shorts rather than the bikinis all the other women, young and old, were decked out in.
Joey harped not only on Alex's lack of interest in style and fashion, but boys as well (or girls, Joey being so careful to state that being into girls is totally cool, clearly hoping Alex's lack of dating might have to do with being queer, not... weird). Alex knew that her family, her friends, probably even the vague acquaintances who showed up at all these parties, all thought Alex likely asexual.
It wasn't as simple as that. There was nothing asexual about the sensations Alex was feeling right now, as she leaned carefully around the door jamb and witnessed the two on the couch. In fact, Alex was grinding her mound against that door jamb, taking in the sounds of the two lovers murmuring and gasping as their hands moved all over. She had watched as the boy tossed Sara's bikini top over the back of the couch, and watched as his head dipped over those newly bare breasts. She listened, and ground herself against the wall, as Sara moaned and grabbed the boy's curly hair.
And Alex gripped the edge of the doorway tight as the two kissed and gripped each other and twisted in each other's grasp in what she could only assume was the heated precursor to intercourse.
Her heart pounded in her ears and indeed everything blacked out for an indeterminate number of seconds when a voice whispered in her ear.
"Quite a hot little scene, eh, Lex?"
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No one had ever accused Randall of being asexual, but he still felt a bit of kinship to the younger Wright girl. He too liked to keep out of the center of attention, and keep his eyes open, and he prided himself on being the first to know what was going on. Alex hadn't been only one to notice Sara and the kid slipping away, and Randall had also noticed Alex following the two lovers.
Nobody else seemed to pay attention to the younger Wright. She dressed aggressively modest, didn't make eye contact or conversation, and didn't have the amazing set of tits that her sister, and her mother, had. Alex took more after her father in looks, and in temperament it seemed. Quiet, unassuming. Randall realized it didn't mean she was undeveloped, though. Or uninterested.
He'd noticed as the Wright family started getting more and more involved with the 'community', that Alex had started showing up. At first she'd been like any moody teen, hanging out upstairs, appearing to grab a bite to eat, and refusing to leave the house if at all possible. Maybe her parents had forced her to start attending. Randall didn't know. He purposefully didn't ask Theo about her. But he suspected the nature of the gatherings had started to catch her attention. And her interest.
So Randall hadn't been surprised to find her peeping on a little action. He had been a bit surprised to see how turned on she was letting it make her. She certainly acted like all the action at the parties didn't faze her. Never glanced at the hot young boys. Yet here he'd found her, grinding herself against the corner at the sight of one of them with the [last name] girl.
Like Alex, Randall had been watching. And like Alex, tonight he'd followed his curiosity. Tonight, Randall was prepared to take it a little farther.
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"Quite a hot little scene, eh, Lex?"
By the time Alex's brain had broken out of its frozen state, put two and two together, and realized someone was whispering into her ear, it was too late to stifle the cry about to erupt from her mouth. Her hand shot to cover her mouth, but it found someone already there.
Not having to deal with surprise, the man behind her had covered her mouth effortlessly, muffling the cry she'd been too late to stop. Alex felt the hard hand over her mouth, and nose, could smell some bit of his fragrance. Feel his breath on her ear.
Alex slowly turned her head, glancing at the face that loomed behind her. It was one of her father's friends, a dark-complexioned guy in his late 30s or early 40s. She couldn't remember his name though she imagined they'd been introduced at some point. She had thought he looked like some kind of character actor, face deeply wrinkled with laugh lines, dark intense eyes, and good-looking teeth. They were practically in her face as she turned. He was taller than that but he'd bent down to whisper in her ear.
He smiled as she turned and met his gaze, as best they could in the dark. His hand loosened, paused, and then moved away, briefly holding his finger to his lips. "Didn't want you to spoil the fun, Lex," he whispered.
He called her Lex. Something her sister's friend Sara had started, and now most of the folks around here called her that, if they remembered her name. He did.
"Don't let me take you away from the show. You were enjoying it."
The older man took her chin in hand and tilted her head back the way she'd been looking. She followed the nonverbal direction without thinking.
She was looking again at the couch, at the bodies writhing there, working at clothing, working at each other. She felt his presence over her shoulder, his breath on her ear.
His hands were on her hips now, and he aimed and pressed her back against the door jamb like a piece of machinery.
"I was enjoying how you were enjoying it."
His hands moved in circles, encouraging her hips to do the same, to resume the grinding she now realized he had been watching her doing, watching her hump the door like a dog in heat. HIs thumbs pressed into her glutes, massaging her ass in tiny circles as he held her in place against the door.
"Do you think they're going to fuck?"
He spoke as if there was nothing in the world odd about the two of them carrying on a conversation, here, voyeurs, a young woman and a stranger, nearly pressed together themselves. As if she were not pressing her crotch against the wood door frame right now with his blessing and encouragement. As if they had leave to be here. As if they knew each other.
It was easier to follow his lead than to dare speak to any of that. "I do. I think Sara might be a slut," Alex whispered, just enough to carry the small distance between them.
"And so you followed her, hoping for some fucking." The stranger, no, her parents' friend, whatever his name, he seemed to take her answer as permission to press her forward harder, tighter against the door. The pressure on her pubic bone grew somewhat uncomfortable. She was forced to tilt her hips to direct the pressure to a softer spot below. Now it pressed between her labia. "You're a bit of a slut too, I suppose," he continued. "A different kind."
Alex felt her cheeks burning hot. She was glad they would not be visible in the dark. She wished she felt outraged, not embarrassed.
"I'm a bit like you. Different." He continued. "I like that you watch." Alex was embarrassed to feel proud at his words. Why did she need the approval of this old man? "I like that it turns you on." His hands were gripping her ass cheeks now through her shorts and urging her to roll her hips. "I like that you didn't just touch yourself with your fingers. You like it dirtier. Harder."
Alex's face was radiating heat now, ashamed and humiliated but aroused too. And pleased? The rounded edge of the doorframe was indeed hard against her, pressing through her silk shorts and her cotton panties and grinding against the part of her lips. She felt her hands at her side, knew she must look crazed or immature just rubbing herself against the wood.
Yet he understood. Despite knowing she should end this somehow, she followed his hands, rolling herself up and down. A tiny groan escaped her lips, as much from humiliation as arousal. "Please," she whispered.
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He liked it when she said please. It was permission and desperation and arousal all at once. Most important, it was not "stop" which is what she should be saying, what he should be doing. Randall looked down at the top of her head and he let his fingers spread wide over each ass cheek. She had a much fuller, much firmer ass than he had expected. She'd been keeping it under wrap with her baggy shorts.
She'd been keeping a lot under wraps. Including what a little pervert she was. He had watched her grinding against the door like a little feral animal, and now here she was letting him help. That slut Sara might be getting fucked over there, but how did that compare to this?
