Jim had barely arrived back on Dave's doorstep, already imagining the many ways in which he was going to drool over Robin, when Alex screeched her ride to a halt beside him, sunglasses on and short hair so gelled-up that it did not even shift a single hair out of place during her drive over there. More boyish in appearance, at times, than womanly, anyone other than Jim would have been able to see just were Alex's interests lay but, too horny for Robin with his eyes elsewhere, Jim had been too keen to simply take what he could get in terms of womanly attention.
Well, it wasn't as if he was not still a virgin but, still... A man could hope on that count. Hope rather hard, in fact, while staring straight past the girlfriend in question in search of sweeter, more bubbly femininity.
She ignored Alex as she bounded up to the door to greet Robin, her eyes intent on the woman who had featured, strangely enough, in many of her own sleeping fantasies, waking wrapped up in the sheets when she would have preferred really to have Robin herself wrapped up in her arms.
"Hey, stranger!" She drawled, leaning against the frame of the door as Robin blinked and took a step back, putting space between them. "How's it going? Haven't seen you around in ages!"
Robin did a double-take, eyes impossibly wide. Did she know her? She'd seen the girl around, yeah, but to speak as if she had been friends with her for years? Now, that was a stranger thing... What had gotten into that woman? Robin giggled nervously and ran her fingers through her hair, although her hesitation allowed Alex a chance to take in her tiny, pink, string bikini that, really, hardly even covered her breasts. Just the nipples were hidden with the mass of curvaceous flesh on show, drawing attention that Alex simply could not resist giving.
And the rest of her was gorgeous too, the pink bikini bottoms completing her ensemble. And that was it. Sunglasses perched atop her head didn't really count when they didn't hide anything, although her hair was drawn back behind her shoulders, a little of the curl lost from it but still bubbalicious and beautiful. The sun glinted off her glasses, hinting at what was to come and, waiting there for words to come to mind, she pushed up onto her toes, heels rising out of her ballet flats, the light wrinkles on her feet drawing clean and smooth with the manipulation of flesh and muscle.
Alex... Alex should not have stared and yet she did anyway, her lower jaw slightly dropped and a hint of drool at the corner of her lips. It should not have been so easy to fall under Robin's spell but there was that allure of her, that sweet innocence that had been broken already by a man -- and yet only partly. Maybe that was part of what drew her in so much but it didn't matter, at least not too much, when she only had to look and enjoy the show that her cute little Robin seemed all too willing to put on for her.
The problem with Alex, however, was that she preferred women to men. Or that would not have been so much of a problem, per se, if she had not been in the closet and dating a guy who thought that, well, she was his honest to god girlfriend. How the hell that was supposed to work for much longer as his fumbling hands and gropes sought out more and more from her, she didn't know, but she was willing to keep her secret hidden for as long as possible. In her usual style, however, it was likely to come out in sensually dramatic fashion but that was something that she would just have to deal with when it happened.
Until then, she'd gawk happily and ogle all the lovely gals from a distance, taking her thrills and kicks where she could find them.
"Sorry about that!" Jim bustled in, disturbing the moment as Alex rolled her eyes and took on her role of girlfriend, playing the part that she'd been working on for so long, all to hide the truth. "This is Alexandra, I'm sure --"
"Oh, I prefer Alex. It's Alex, just Alex."
In a far too masculine fashion, Alex stuck her hand out for Robin to shake as if they had not crossed paths for many years already, even though this was the first opportunity she'd had to really get up close and personal without arousing suspicion in any way.
Robin giggled and shook her head, blonde hair bouncing back and forth across her face, but no one was looking there.
"Cool! Alex then! You seem to know me!"
She was good at what she did, appearing personable and sweet to everyone and anyone, although that could have been more to do with other things that she didn't really think about. Her feet were already getting sweaty in her black ballet flats but she wasn't worried about something like that, choosing to simply deal with the discomfort of it all in preference for something more sensually sweet and cute.
Jim had already changed too and presented himself in an old pair of grandpa-style swim trunks that came down way past his knees. Alex flinched. Did he even wear anything at all masculine? She dressed more like a man than that loser! Just a white T-shirt, something that fit her nicely, jeans, socks, sneakers -- the usual bits that suited her just fine. The flick of gelled-up hair at the front highlighted her narrow face, which could have been denoted as more feminine if she had been wearing any make-up at all. Still, Jim with all his anti-zit treatments had to surely have more creams and potions than her, regardless of anything else. But it was a little too far to hurt her boyfriend like that, although she knew all the while that she wanted to use him above all else.
They made an odd couple and everyone knew it, but it was something between them that she was sure would come to be in good enough time. Jim would know the score and, until then, it wasn't as if he was the sort of guy to grab her every which way, wanting sex at all times to the exclusion of all else. That was the way, sadly, with some guys and it seemed like getting herself a guy was the only way she could fend off all those arseholes who thought they could get into her pants. Yet there were many more things that could come to pass, if only she was bold enough to seize the moment that the day at the beach presented to her.
The problem with so many more of them going out together quickly became apparent: the car was far too small. All Dave had to drive was a two-seater Corvette Convertible, which had the bucket seats too. Maybe that was more than good enough for getting him around and the like with just Robin draped into the passenger seat, but for more people than that was a bit of a problem to say the least. Dave grumbled and scratched the back of his neck, the light rise of hair there needing trimming once again. Another thing that he didn't have time for with his hectic social life and study, study, studying!
"How is this going to work? I can't pack everyone up in this."
