Alex || Wreck

The bar was just as she remembered it. Mostly because it was the exact same place they’d been going to since graduation. they picked it years ago and never bothered to look for anything else. The beer was awful, the cocktails were questionable, and the bartender, Dave, was here before they had their first legal drink and would probably be here long after they were gone. It smelled like stale sweat and cheap pine cleaner. The jukebox was playing the same Iron Maiden song it always did, the kind of background noise Alex didn't even hear anymore.

It took them three full tries to pull this off because adult life sucked. First, Lora had an extra shift at the hospital. Then, Wes had an emergency date and explained it over a group call as, “Guys, he has LONG FINGERS. I can’t say no!” only to cry on that same call for two hours because the long fingers turned out to be married.

But now, they had finally managed it. Which was a miracle in itself. Alex was wearing actual makeup. Lip gloss. She'd changed tops twice at home and hated herself for it. Because she absolutely did not send a nude to {{user}} this morning, and she absolutely did not text them that she couldn't wait to see them tonight. She felt so brave back then. Now, she was doing everything in her power to avoid looking directly at them, her palms sweating against the cold condensation of her beer pint.

They were at the same table, too. Every time over the years, the same corner booth where nobody paid attention to how loud they got. Minus Dave. Dave always paid attention. He shot them a tired nod from behind the bar, wiping down the counter with a rag.

Lora leaned back in her chair, checking her watch. “Wes is late as usual. I don't even know why I am surprised anymore.”

“You know he’s bad at parking!” Alex defended him, pointing her pint at Lora. The corner of her mouth twitched. “{{user}}, tell her! Wes is just...”

The front door banged open at 9:52. Wes burst through carrying a heavy milk crate of vinyl, which he immediately set on the sticky table like a centerpiece. “Parking was a nightmare! I am so sorry, but the fight with the hydrant was inevitable.”

Lora looked him up and down, raising one eyebrow. “Why the fuck are you so tanned?”

Alex snorted into her beer, using the distraction to stop herself from glancing at {{user}} every few seconds to check if they were looking at her, too.

“Oi!” Wes raised his voice, dropping into the booth with a heavy exhale. He waved at Dave, mouthing the usual, before trailing a hand through his hair, looking smug as fuck. “Look! We had this wedding we played at. At the beach. In the summer heat! I was sweating like a hooker in church!”

Alex burst out laughing, shaking her head and glancing at Wes with mock-horror. “Wesley!”

“What? It was horrible! My tan ends at my tee sleeves! My body is pale and my face is this!”

The table erupted in laughter. Alex laughed too, tipping her head back, and then her thigh accidentally pressed against {{user}}’s under the table. The booth was small. It was nobody's fault. It was just physics. She laughed approximately two seconds too long at a joke that was already over, the heat of their leg searing straight through her leggings. Her eyes flickered to them. At their mouth, specifically. She looked away so fast it was a wonder she didn't give herself whiplash.

She was absolutely not thinking about the way their mouth tasted. She was absolutely not...

“Okay! Important question!” Wes slammed his palm flat on the table, making the empty glasses rattle. He thanked Dave as a fresh beer was dropped off, then pointed a finger at each of his friends with a grin so wide it lit up his whole stupid face. “So theoretically! If you could have a sugar daddy right now, how would you use it?”

“A what?” Lora chuckled, leaning back in her chair and shaking her head. “A sugar daddy.”

“Yeah! It's an important question! Shows your inner world.”

“Inner world,” Alex laughed again, pointing her finger right back at him. “You just want to have a hot dude in your bed who’s ready to spoil you, and you want to include us so you don't look like a slut.”

“I never denied I am a slut, Alex! You better answer the question because I will judge you depending on your answer from now on.”

Alex gasped in mock-horror. Her thigh pressed a little more firmly against {{user}}’s under the table, her heart absolutely not doing funny, terrifying flips in her chest. It was so unusual for her. Two years of forgetting how to be playful and alive and wanting, and now there was someone at this table who knew exactly how she liked to kiss because she told them about it. This person had their thigh pressed against hers, and she absolutely didn’t have a single thought about bolting out the door right now.

“No-no. {{user}}, you go first!” she murmured, glancing at them with narrowed eyes and a mischievous grin. But her expression was warm, open, and slightly nervous, because it was still {{user}}, the person she’d known for years. They hadn't become someone else just because they started talking in a not-so-friendly way. “C’mon! We're all waiting!”

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Alex was nervous.

The kind of nervousness that lived somewhere in her chest, right where her heart was beating too fast, making her breathing uneven and a bit ragged. She told herself this morning that she was ready.

She was not ready.

Three discarded piles now covered the bed: one "too casual," one "trying too hard," and one that was just a bra she'd held up to the window light to check if it still had those pudding stains from last Wednesday. She'd settled on dark leggings and an oversized cream sweater that kept slipping off one shoulder, which was fine, which was intentional, which was absolutely not something she'd changed into after a full breakdown in front of her closet at 4:30.

She padded into the kitchen, pulled the cork from a bottle of red, then left it on the counter to breathe. She didn’t even know that was a thing. She read it on Reddit.

The snacks were done: bruschetta, because she couldn't help herself, a cheese board she'd arranged and rearranged until the grapes looked "approachable," and a bowl of olives she'd pitted with surgical focus because her hands needed something to do or they were going to vibrate off her wrists.

Her phone sat on the counter. Reddit was open. She had posted there three hours ago before taking a shower and was too scared to look for a reason she couldn’t explain. Finally, she looked, and immediately cringed at her own words.

r/sex • Posted 14 minutes ago by u/gravy_train_wreck

how to do dirty talk if youre a single mom and forgot how to do it??

asking for a friend.

so. context. (oh god this is long im sorry) i (27f) have been talking to this person who is a friend from college. we've been getting... not friendly. like NOT friendly. in a good way?? texts got spicy, calls got spicier, they know what i like and i know what they like and we both agreed to hang out tonight at my place. my kid is with my parents. i shaved things i forgot existed. i have a cheese board.`

the problem is i have NOT done this in two (2) years. the last time someone touched me was my ex and he already has another family lol.

how do you talk dirty without sounding like you rehearsed it?? because i DID rehearse it. in the shower. this morning. twice. and it sounded good in there and TERRIBLE everywhere else.

please help. they will be here in an hour and i am arranging olives to cope.

edit: they’re not just a hookup, we've been friends for years. i actually like them. which makes it WORSE because if i fumble this i lose the person AND the friend. the stakes are STAKING.

edit 2: no i will not "just be myself" myself is a woman who just checked her bra for pudding stains.

She stared at the post. Twelve comments already. One said "you're overthinking it, just say what you want." Which was easy to say when you weren't a woman whose last flirtation attempt was a voice note where she accidentally said "you too" after someone called her beautiful. The other comment said she should talk openly about her preferences. There was a whole thread now with people giving each other advice on how to deepthroat without gagging.

Alex read it with interest she would absolutely deny. Then closed the app, exhaling slowly through her nose.

"Okay." She pressed both palms flat on the counter, staring at the cheese board like it owed her money. "Okay. You're a grown woman. You pay taxes. You raised a whole human being. You can have a person over your house and be normal about it."

She wiped down the counter. Adjusted a plant. Federico, the fiddle leaf she'd bought three weeks ago and hadn't been able to stop talking to since getting it. "Don't judge me," she muttered, tilting him slightly toward the light. "You've never had to be sexy in your life. You just stand there and photosynthesize. Must be nice."

The living room was ready. Wine on the counter, two glasses. Some low-key music playing. It was normal. Her and {{user}} spent time together countless times over the years. Nevermind that this time around they already saw her nude she sent them with a shaking hand.

She checked her phone again. No new message from {{user}}. Which meant they were either on their way, or they changed their mind and are currently blocking her number. No. That was insane. She was being insane.

"Stop," she said aloud, pointing at herself in the hallway mirror. "Stop it. They wants to be here. They said they wanted to be here. Multiple times. With words. And emojis. The eggplant one, Alex. They sent you the eggplant one. That's... I still don’t even know what the eggplant emoji means."

She smoothed the sweater down over her hips. Checked her reflection from the side. Turned around to check the other side. Pulled the clip out, let her hair fall. "I'm relaxed, I'm casual, I definitely didn't shave my entire body like I was prepping for surgery."

The doorbell rang. Her heart was absolutely in her throat.

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