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Chapter 25: Lexi - Alliterative Allie & The Lexicon
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 25: Lexi - Alliterative Allie & The Lexicon - 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: Slow chapter. And rather indulgent from a writing perspective. Hope you find it cute rather than obnoxious. Upcoming Chapter 26 is, uh, not slow.
I knew I would enjoy the hockey game. I was pretty sure Ky and Reed would too. The fun surprise had been how much the other ladies had gotten into it. I was totally invigorated that they had all enjoyed one of my favorite sports so much.
“I know you have to work tomorrow, but we can indulge in one drink after that, right?” I asked Allie.
“Oh heck yes, it’s not that late. Not like I can just go to bed after all that electric excitement anyway!” Allie replied and linked her arm through mine. She led the way towards a Broadway bar she thought would be good for a postgame beverage.
Brandi proposed a round of shots, but Allie and I begged off. Her because of work, me because I didn’t want another hangover in the morning. We got our drinks and grabbed a standing table. The bar was full of fans creating a satisfied post-game celebratory atmosphere that contrasted with the pre-game excitement from earlier in the night.
We expected the others to join us once they had done their shots and gotten their drinks, but Reed seemed to be holding court about something or other.
“Hey, can I ask you something? How well do you know Reed?” Allie asked once it was clear we were going to have a few minutes to ourselves.
“Pretty well, I suppose. Ky and him have been friends for a long time, but I’ve known him for a few years. Certainly would consider him a friend - you’ve heard some of our banter. Why do you ask?” I replied.
“Well I’ve got a weird feeling he’s been sort of ignoring me all evening. Like ever since we got back to the house,” Allie said. “Was just curious if he’s normally aloof and I’m reading too much into it or not.”
“Hmmm, normally disingenuous is not Reed’s style. What you see is what you get,” I said carefully. In my mind I was thinking that if Reed was after a woman he was normally laser focused.
“Huh, so you really think he’s just ignoring me? That feels odd,” Allie said.
“How so?” I asked. I had a feeling where this was going, but wanted to confirm it.
“Just that we seemed to have this really intense connection. I wasn’t expecting anything crazy, but I kind of assumed he’d at least want to hang out tonight,” Allie answered.
“Ok, so Ky’s thoughts would be valuable here, since he knows Reed way better, but just to give you some insight - Reed is pathologically scared of commitment. Ky mentioned earlier some of how Reed is acting reminded him of how Reed acted around Alayna - that’s his ex-wife,” I explained.
“Uh, that’s kind of nuts, right? I mean one, I’m married, even if I don’t exactly take that commitment seriously. More importantly we only met yesterday. It’s a hookup. A good hookup sure, but jeez. It’s not like y’all even live in the same state,” Allie said, perturbed.
“Hey girl, I’m not trying to defend it, just sharing my thoughts,” I said.
“Fair, it’s just, kind of annoying. I don’t really want to play games, I just wanted to have some fun and get laid. You know, what I can’t get at home,” Allie complained.
I looked at Allie and we made eye contact.
“You want to ask me about my marriage, don’t you?” Allie guessed.
“Sort of, you’re under no obligation to talk about it though, of course,” I admitted.
Allie sighed. “Probably healthy for me to give you the full story. Maybe you can guide me on how to find a perfect guy like Kyle.”
I laughed. “Trust me, Ky’s not perfect. We just work. But please go on, I’m in no rush,” I told Allie. I glanced at the rest of our group. Brandi had center stage now. They seemed to be having a good time.
“So you know I went to Alabama. I grew up in a small town in East Texas, no chance I was going back there after college, so I moved to Dallas with a friend from college and kind of started making my way in life. Got a job, you know. Tried to be an adult,” Allie explained.
“Wait, how old are you again, 29 right?” I interjected.
“Yep, turn 30 in a few weeks,” Allie replied.
“Ha, that’s pretty funny, you almost assuredly overlapped with Reed in Dallas. Possibly Ky too. He moved to California around that time. Anyways, just a funny aside, please, go on.”
“Oh weird, small world I guess. Right, so I loved a party then as much as I do now, usually went out most weekend nights. And some weeknights. One night I was at a club and met Garrison. He was a little older, but not in a creepy way, just a little bit more established in life. We hit it off, partied for a bit and he got my number. We got along pretty well, started dating and next thing I know he’s on one knee on our second anniversary,” Allie said.
“Seems pretty normal so far, maybe moving a little fast for dating in your 20s but not unreasonable. When you say a little older I’m assuming you mean like five or six years, not 20, right?” I asked.
“Yeah, he turned 36 this year. So anyways, we get married a few months later. Big ceremony, very fancy. I knew he was pretty well off, but I thought that was just because he was farther along in his career than I was. Turns out his family is like generationally wealthy, as I discovered while wedding planning. That’s also when the prenup came up. I figured I was in love, wasn’t planning to quit my job anytime soon, so didn’t think much of signing it.”
Allie’s husband insisting she sign a prenup contrasted so strongly with Ky, who I was not even married to, insisting on giving me some of his money for financial security. I smiled inwardly at how lucky I was.
“Everything started to change after the wedding. He had a few of his frat brothers as groomsmen, two of whom lived here. I think that’s when they started to try to sell him on this annoying ass ‘Alphas’ idea. He started making little comments here and there, but as you’ve seen I’m not exactly shy about expressing myself, so I pushed back.
“What really changed things was when he got a job offer to come work with his buddies at this consulting company here in Nashville. It was almost double what he was making in Dallas, so I sort of felt like we had to say yes. And his family was more than happy to help him with a down payment on the house. Next thing I know we’re living in my bizarre little slice of suburbia and my husband is spending all this time with his Alpha buddies.
“He was never exactly the sweet, sentimental type to begin with, but since we moved he’s gotten worse and worse to the point I don’t really want to be around him. He doesn’t seem to notice or care because he only really cares about impressing his buddies and proving he’s an ‘alpha male.’” Allie’s tone grew increasingly acidic as she finished her explanation.
My initial reaction to Allie’s story was anger. I had always despised the sort of obnoxious, entitled male behavior Allie was describing. When I was younger I had been urged to tamp down my opinions, be less abrasive. I’d been the target of the term ‘feminazi’ a fair few times. I realized that probably was not what Allie was looking for though, so I resisted my urge to be upset and ‘fix’ things.
“I actually think you need better friends,” I told Allie.
She cocked her head to the side thoughtfully. “Hmm, you might have a point there, explain?” she requested, a hint of shyness appearing for the first time.
“Well, your husband is a joke. That’s obvious. There’s a part of me that wants to tell you to find your self-respect and get rid of him, but I understand for a multitude of reasons it’s not that simple.
“It seems like what you really use is a better support structure. Clearly you’re very social and extroverted, the fact you were drinking by yourself when we met you last night? Couldn’t get one girlfriend to join you? I think that’s what you’re really missing.
“Then I see how you lit up once you realized Reed, Ky and I invited you to join our little adventure, then we met the other girls. I know some of that was the coke and the excitement, but I think you were also back in your element a bit,” I explained my thinking.
“Huh, you make some really good points. In my defense, between where I live and the unique circumstances of my marriage, there are some obstacles to easily making friends,” Allie pointed out.
“Totally fair and I understand, but don’t sell yourself short either, you seem really fun,” I said.
“Thanks!” Allie smiled her broad toothy smile. She really was pretty. “Since Reed is doing whatever he’s doing, can we be friends for tonight?”
“You got it!” I said and raised my glass in salute before taking a sip of my G&T. Just friends. For now.
Allie and I talked about how it could be hard to make friends after moving as an adult with nobody you knew in your new city, comparing her experiences in Nashville with mine in Houston. Eventually we got on the topic of telling old war stories of crazy nights in college. I felt like we were really bonding.
“So anyways, after we hit our requisite Zeta zest, we go out,” Allie explained.
“Zeta zest?” I asked. She was in the midst of the lead up of a story about some crazy sorority social.
“Oh yeah, that’s what we called coke,” Allie told me.
I chuckled. “You and your alliterations are funny. You must be jealous of the Sigma Sluts,” I said.
“Oh my gosh, for real! What a catchy name!” Allie exclaimed. “The girls in college called me Alliterative Allie because I love silly little phrases like that so much.”
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