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Chapter 22: Lexi - Interlopers
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 22: Lexi - Interlopers - A couple of normal, if irreverent, middle class guys get the opportunity to answer the age old question: What would you do with your life if money was no object? A collaborative writing project written from multiple character perspectives.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Slow Illustrated
Author’s Note: Here we are. A legitimate new era of TSP. Is it questionable we took 85,000 words for what was essentially an extended introduction? Yes, it is. I guess I hope that as readers you understand this works better with everything that’s come before it to build up who Ky, Lexi and Reed really are. Anyways, no better character to lead us into this mess than Lexi. Hope you enjoy. As always, comments and votes are tremendously appreciated. I’ll also say I think this is the best batch of images I’ve generated in quite a while, so hope you enjoy.
One of the big positives about a nice rental house tends to be the bathrooms. The bathroom attached to our bedroom had a large walk-in shower with dual showerheads. Very convenient when three adults are cleaning up after a round of mind-blowing sex. A tiny bit of Rose’s shyness had returned and she had asked if we were sure about showering with her. Ky and I had each just grabbed an arm and pulled her along with us.
We took longer than necessary in the shower, letting the hot water wash away any vestiges of hangovers left after our nap. There was far more touching than was required considering the large size of the stall, which I was a big fan of. The contrast of Ky’s slightly rougher masculine hands and Rose’s soft feminine hands was hitting all of my pleasure centers.
Feeling fully refreshed when we finished our shower, we each got dressed in casual clothes. Rose threw her head back and laughed when she saw the underwear I had bought for her.
“You know, for cheap underwear these are actually kinda cute,” Rose said, looking in the mirror once she’d put on the panties with the rose print.
“I would personally suggest the model has a lot to do with that,” Ky said, which earned a shy smile from Rose. I winked at him, amused. It was a smooth line.
“Y’all don’t care if I skip a bra for now, do you?” Rose asked.
“Of course not, why would we care?” Ky asked.
“Well, I mean y’all saw, pretty prominent nips.”
“Did any of our friends seem like the types to be remotely self-conscious about such things?” I pointed out.
Rose laughed. “Good point, honestly knowing Jackie and Brandi we’re as likely to find them naked as clothed. Sorry, stupid question, sometimes I get self-conscious.”
“Just out of curiosity, was your ex controlling?” Ky wondered. He could be incredibly perceptive about things like that.
Rose looked a little surprised. “Yup, why?”
“You act less self-confident than a gal as cool as you should. Sounds like he was a chump, glad you’re done with him,” Ky said.
“Huh, thanks. That’s really nice of you to say,” Rose said.
“Just calling it like I see it,” Ky said. He was smiling, but his voice was earnest.
“I kind of want to kiss him now, is that, like, cool?” Rose asked me.
“As long as I receive equal affection,” I said with a smile. Rose strode over to Ky and the pair kissed. It might not have been the most passionate kiss I’d ever seen, but the mutual attraction was obvious. I was pleased that I felt no jealousy, just appreciation.
Then Rose turned to me and stepped towards me purposefully. My arms went around her and she lowered her lips to mine. Our bodies pressed together. Her lips were so soft, it felt so intimate. Kissing Ky was great, but there was just a little bit of a different flavor with a woman. It was so soft and sensual. I didn’t think I could ever give it up. For about the tenth time that morning, I thanked my lucky stars Ky seemed ok with that.
“So what’s the plan now?” I asked once Rose and I had finished making out.
“Is round two on the table? You two making out is scintillating,” Ky said.
“I mean, tempting, but I’m, uh, a little sore. Even a Sigma Slut needs some recovery time,” Rose said.
“Fair, despite my bravado I probably do as well. I guess let’s see if the other half of our party has stirred and go from there,” Ky said. It was nearly noon.
“It’s not super uncommon for Brandi to sleep all day when she parties hard. Depends on what time they eventually crashed last night,” Rose told us.
Downstairs there was evidence of activity - coffee cups mainly - but Allie was the only one around. She was at the island in the kitchen munching a burrito.
“Morning!” I called.
“Good morning! You are just the freaking best, thank you so much for breakfast and the clothes,” Allie said. She set her burrito down and crossed the room to give Ky and I hugs. She was definitely not wearing a bra under her t-shirt either.
My decision for light-colored scoop neck tees was working, Allie and Rose both looked sexy even though it was comfortable loungewear.
“How are your partying compatriots doing? How are you feeling?” I asked.
“I mean I’ve been better, but all in all not so bad. Coffee helps a lot, and I was just starting to feel hungry. You guys picked a great place to get breakfast, by the way. It’s like my go-to spot if the night got a little crazy.”
“Which flavor did you go for?” I asked.
“Chorizo, the freaking best.”
“Nice, that was our favorite too,” Ky told Allie.
“Now I wish I’d tried that,” Rose said.
“Plenty more left, you can do a taco if you don’t want a full burrito,” I pointed out.
“Good call,” Rose said and began picking through the tacos. “How are my friends doing?”
“Eh ok, Jackie’s in kinda rough shape, she went the hardest last night. I think because she was still upset about Marge and her boyfriend,” Allie replied. “They had some coffee and are taking showers now trying to manage the comedown.”
“How about you guys?” Allie asked.
“Pretty good, was a little hungover, but the food plus a nap knocked that out. Feeling good now,” I said.
We heard the microwave start as Rose warmed up her taco. “So these Sigma Sluts, fucking something eh?” Allie asked quietly.
“Quite the find,” I agreed.
“I mean, I consider myself someone who knows how to party, but those girls. Wild.”
“Probably somewhat the bachelorette energy plus drinking all day plus the backlash from the drama,” I said.
“Maybe, but they were crazy last night,” Allie said.
“Good morning friends!” Reed cried as he made his entrance. He was freshly showered and didn’t look too much worse for wear.
“What’s up dude? Not morning, but how you feeling?” Ky asked.
“Wonderful, and I’ll be even better once I down one of those burritos. You sir, are a fucking king, and Lexi a fucking queen for making that run this morning,” Reed said.
“I’m told chorizo is the move, microwave is all yours,” Rose told him.
“Fantastic! I trust your evening ended as positively as mine did? You seem much happier this morning,” Reed observed of Rose.
“Yeah, it was good. Your friends are very ... nice,” Rose said.
“Ah, that’s what they’re calling it eh? Well I’m glad they were nice to you,” Reed said, chuckling as he started the microwave. Rose blushed slightly.
“What on God’s green earth is this vile bottle of dog piss doing here with my name on it!?” Reed demanded. He had discovered the bottle of Menage a Trois we had bought as a gag gift.
“It seemed thematically appropriate,” Ky told him.
He looked at Ky suspiciously. Then at me. “I’m going to forgive this transgression, but only because you got breakfast and comfy clothes for the girls. But I’m going to remember this and pay you both back. The terminology isn’t even accurate anyway.”
The whole group laughed at his antics.
“So have you talked game plan for the day at all yet?” Ky asked.
“Reed offered me a ride home. I figured I would take him up on that to save on a rideshare,” Allie said.
“I remembered you and Lexi mentioning wanting to explore some rural areas, since Allie is already out that way, I thought it was a good kill two birds with one stone idea,” Reed said to Ky. I suspected there was an ulterior motive, but Reed’s logic made sense.
“We’re going to have to deal with our Marge situation once Jackie and Brandi rally,” Rose said.
“Y’all came in the same car, right?” Allie asked.
“Yeah, Marge’s sister’s, I can’t imagine a five hour ride home with the five of us in one car after last night,” Rose said.
“You already took the time off work and paid for this trip, you should still try to enjoy it if you can,” I said. I cringed a little at how forward I sounded.
“If your hotel suite situation is awkward you’re welcome to stay here. There’s like six beds,” Ky offered. It seemed like he had some ulterior motives too. Rose was fun.
“Alright maybe, have to talk to the others and figure out a plan,” Rose said. “I’ll text Marge’s sister and see what’s up.”
We chatted for a few minutes while the others ate, then Jackie and Brandi finally made an appearance. Brandi didn’t look great, but Allie’s description of Jackie was exactly right, the girl looked rough. Rose took one look at her friend, got up from her seat and walked over to give her a huge hug. Jackie just rested her head on Rose’s shoulder. The strong friendship between the women and Rose’s sense of empathy was obvious. The way Rose instinctively comforted her friend made me like her even more. A few soft words were exchanged between them, ending with a kiss on the cheek and Rose leading Jackie by the hand to the coffee.
Brandi approached Ky and I, hugged each of us, thanking us for the morning breakfast/change of clothes run, then went to gather some food. Still no bras being worn in this house, I noted, pleased.
“Holy shit, this is unbelievable,” Rose said, looking at her phone. “Apparently Marge woke up madder than a hornet because we had, quote ‘ruined her special bachelorette week’ and checked us out of the hotel and made her sister drive her home. They’re already halfway across Kentucky,”
“What the fuck, what about all our stuff?” Brandi asked.
“Sister says she would only go along with Marge’s demands if Marge let her pack it up and leave it at the front desk, so we can pick it up whenever,” Rose said.
“Well fuck me, so now we’re stranded in Nashville with no car and nowhere to stay. What a fucking bitch! If she had been contrite today I maybe could have gotten back to ok with her being our friend if Jackie could, but fuck this shit. I am never speaking to that miserable cunt again,” Brandi sneered.
“I second the motion,” Jackie stated.
“So we already asked Rose, but you guys are welcome to stay here. Plenty of space,” Ky offered.
The three women glanced at each other and seemed to come to a collective decision. “Sounds good to us,” Brandi said. “We all had an awesome time with y’all last night, let’s keep the party going.”
“Well maybe not quite yet,” Rose said, giving Jackie a sympathetic look.
“God the comedown fucking sucks,” Jackie said irritably.
“What if we didn’t have to deal with the comedown?” Allie offered. Six sets of eyes suddenly looked at her. “My husband has a huge stash of coke at our house. I don’t mind liberating some to make our weekend more fun.”
“How soon can we get there?” Jackie demanded.
Rose was able to convince her friends that everyone charging off to Allie’s house might not be the best idea, so we ended up splitting up. We agreed the Sigma Sluts would get a rideshare over to their hotel and collect their belongings, then head back to the rental house to lay low and recover for a while. The rest of us would make the drive out to Allie’s suburban home and conduct our little exploration of the countryside.
At Allie’s direction, we hopped on I-65 for about 20 minutes before exiting onto secondary highways and then surface streets as we navigated toward her house.
“Ok, turn right here,” Allie instructed Reed, who was driving. On either side of the road into the subdivision was wrought iron fencing anchored in a brick base. The gates were open though.
“Do the gates close at a certain hour?” Reed wondered.
“Yeah they close at 10 PM, after that you need a key fob to open them,” Allie said.
“That’s ... kinda weird,” Ky pointed out.
“Oh I’m well aware, the guys wanted it for safety,” Allie explained.
“Is this the only road in or out?” Ky asked.
“Yup, this subdivision is built on a little peninsula of land that juts out into the Cumberland River. There’s thick forest either side of the fence to form a barrier, but the guys still want to extend the fence across the entire length of the peninsula to prevent ‘interlopers,’” Allie said. I was in the backseat, but I could almost see her eye roll.
“Is that a major concern?” Reed asked skeptically. The surroundings had shifted from suburban to semi-rural over the last couple miles, an exurb so to speak.
“The only interloper they need to be worried about is a fucking deer, but they’re all obsessed with ‘security’ for whatever reason. Too many weird Youtube rabbit holes is my best guess,” Allie answered.
“Uh, what is that thing?” I asked as a large two-story building came into view. It looked like a typical suburban fitness and recreation center had been repurposed as a frat house. I noted an enormous Kappa Alpha banner hanging from a second story balcony as well as a giant ‘12th man’ sign shoddily propped up next to the entryway.
“That would be our community clubhouse, with the lovely decorating style of my husband and his buddies. I’m told at one point it was actually pleasant. That was before the second story got turned into barracks and game rooms for the guys and they started enforcing their dress code for women. No tops other than sports bras allowed, no shorts longer than six inches from the waist to the hem allowed,” Allie said, the venom in her voice rising.
“Uh barracks, like the military?” Ky asked.
“Yeah, I mean these guys all went to A&M, some were in the Corps there. They all have a weird fascination with paramilitary stuff,” Allie explained. The more she told us the stranger I thought this all was. I was already feeling the ick.
“Are those goalposts?” Reed asked, noting a detail I had missed. He had slowed our vehicle to a crawl as we took in this sight.
“Ugh, yes. My husband and his friends play a game of football every week here. They’re very proud that those are actual goalposts that once stood at Kyle Field.”
“Ok, sorry Allie, I truly don’t mean to be rude, but what in the fucking world is going on? It sounds like these guys are trying to pretend they’re still in college?” I asked, verbalizing what I suspected we were all thinking.
Allie sighed. “So I admittedly don’t know the full story, but what I understand is that there was a core group of KA frat brothers from Texas A&M who made some vow that they were going to ‘not live life like sheep’ and eventually build their own community.
“They somehow ended up here, and they’ve been recruiting more and more guys from their fraternity over the years to the point where the majority of the guys in the community are KA from A&M. They call themselves the ‘Alphas.’ I gather when that red pill/manosphere stuff took off these guys bought it hook, line and sinker. My husband sure as hell did.”
“That is ... fucking bizarre,” Ky opined.
“Yeah Ky, no shit. Now you see why I was at happy hour solo on a Wednesday,” Allie said vehemently.
“Ok turn right here, Reed. There’s a road around the outside in roughly an oval that goes along the water so all those houses are waterfront with docks. Then there’s a grid pattern inside that oval, think like head of a tennis racquet. All the rich people live on the water, in the middle are more upper middle-class types.”
As we drove through the neighborhood I noticed more oddities. Every home was large, clearly expensive, especially the waterfront ones. However they all seemed basically the same - there was nothing unique about them. Every third house had some ridiculous truck in the driveway. Most sported borderline offensive bumper stickers of some sort along with the requisite A&M stickers.
“What’s that place?” I asked, noting an abandoned looking two story building.
“Oh, that was actually really cool. So a couple years ago, pretty soon after we moved up here, this super nice couple befriended one of the wives of one of the original ‘Alphas’ and learned the whole dynamic of our messed up neighborhood. They figured if they could start a health club where us wives could work out in peace it was a good business opportunity. It was great, I was a member but after about a year they closed down,” Allie explained.
“What happened?” Reed asked.
“I don’t know for sure, I guess they got an offer they couldn’t refuse and sold it. It’s been derelict since.”
“And I’m guessing working out at the clubhouse is not a great option?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Correct. Unless you don’t mind being constantly catcalled and mocked for not being a size zero.” Allie was obviously upset now. “I tried to just grit my teeth and ignore them, but they just degrade the shit out of any woman who does. It gets to you eventually. I’ve tried wearing super loose, non-revealing clothing, doesn’t matter, they rant about the dress code. They’re just dicks.”
“Does your husband stick up for you?” Ky asked.
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