Filthy Dirty Normal, Volume 4

by Lexi Maxxwell

  Kaylee had relationships. Thad had relationships. They both had sex (never with each other; that would be gross) and then talked to the other about it. Kaylee joked that if Thad wasn’t out getting some, the fact that he hung out so much with a platonic female friend would flag him as gay. Thad retorted that the fact that her confidante was a platonic male didn’t speak very hetero of her own sexuality, either.

  So Thad hadn’t been jealous when, last week, Kaylee had called to chat and had, quite casually, told Thad that she’d hooked up with some random guy in the back room of a bar. What he was, was concerned. He was concerned in the way a big brother would be concerned. And because he was concerned, he hadn’t at all giggled off her slutty antics as she’d apparently thought he would. She hadn’t liked that. And she really hadn’t liked it when he’d used the word “slut.” In retrospect, saying “slut” had been a mistake. He felt bad for insulting her, because Kaylee was about the farthest thing from a slut that he could imagine… which was why it had upset him so much when she’d gone and… and been all slutty.

  Nicole, the girl Thad had been dating up until a week ago, had accused him of being jealous when Kaylee had called. But Nicole didn’t understand their relationship.

  What would you do if your little sister hooked up with some dude in a back room? he’d asked Nicole.

  Give her a high five, Nicole had answered.

  But what did Nicole know? She was a slut. It’s what had originally interested Thad about her. It was also probably why she’d stormed off and broken up with him after their ensuing argument, then gone next door to screw Thad’s neighbor.

  Thad reached the place where he’d seen Kaylee from his car a few minutes later, but didn’t see Kaylee now.

  He looked around the periphery of the area, at the buildings surrounding it, and swore. She could have gone into any one of them. He’d have to go back to the dorm and wait there to see if she’d talk to him, and hopefully she’d…

  He suddenly saw her way across the expanse. She was only visible for a moment before disappearing at its end, into a grove of shadows between two buildings. He wouldn’t have seen her at all if she weren’t wearing that bright yellow shirt. He’d noticed the shirt when he’d been driving, and had specifically noted it so that he could spot her later. Then he’d noted it again when he’d slowed the car, trying to see if the girl he’d seen really was Kaylee. The girl was wearing a skirt and low heels despite the relative chill in the air, and Thad almost never knew Kaylee to wear skirts unless some formal occasion demanded it. But it was her, all right; he could see her face when her head turned to laugh at something the guy walking beside her said — the guy who was probably her barroom hookup, Thad thought with a grimace.

  Thad jogged after the pair, ignoring the stares of the people he passed. Everyone else was moving slowly. It was Saturday, and nobody was in a rush. Nobody except for the kid who’d driven across town to sprint after a slut, apparently.

  Stop thinking of her as a slut, he chided himself.

  Well, who the hell fucks a stranger in the back of a bar? said another voice.

  Nicole, for one, said the first voice.

  Q.E.D, said the second voice. Nicole is a slut.

  But he didn’t really think that Nicole was a slut, either. Thad was just feeling vaguely misogynistic today, and a little ashamed of it. And slut or not, it was true that Nicole had blown (not fucked!) a friend of Thad’s in the back of a bowling alley (not a bar!). Thad had known that story when Nicole first began to show interest in Thad, but he hadn’t let it bother him. They were college kids, and they were just having fun. It wasn’t how Thad rolled, but hey, who was he to judge? And who was he not to take advantage of a sure thing?

  But Nicole isn’t like my sweet, good-girl Kaylee, Thad thought, wondering why he was feeling so possessive.

  All at once, Thad wondered just what the hell he was doing out here, chasing his childhood friend across the quad.

  What precisely was he going to do when he caught them? Was he going to yell her name and try to get her to talk? He could have done that from the window of his car. Apparently, he was just going to follow her. Maybe sneak up behind her. Or maybe just watch to see what happened — to see if she’d learned her lesson and gone back to being sweet… or if instead, she was on a one-way path to destruction. Or at least slutdom.

  He pushed the thought from his mind.

  He reached the end of the clearing to find he’d arrived a bottleneck. He’d assumed that the shadowy area concealed a path between two buildings, but now that he was closer, he realized that the apparent two buildings were actually just two wings of the same building, broken up visually by the cluster of trees. He’d walked into the crotch of the building. A big dead end.

  He looked right, then left. He must have misjudged where they’d gone in all of his meditations on sluts. They must have gone somewhere else, and not into this alcove.

  But no, he realized, they’d have had to stay on this particular path. The grassy areas were muddy. To go between any of the other buildings or to get to any of the other paths, they’d have had to walk across the grass. And it’s not like they knew he was behind them, and trying to evade him. Which, really, just made him feel all the more like a stalker.

  They must have gone into the building.

  Thad sighed. He saw several doors, and none were a good way to enter the building. All were utility doors, with no handles on the outside. So either someone had been coming out and had held the door for them, or…

  Yes.

  Now that he was closer, he saw a set of steps leading down next to the building. He actually entered one of the buildings on his campus that way. His class was in the basement of the building, so after a few days of going all the way around to enter via the front and leaving by an unmarked exit at the basement rear, he’d decided to try the basement on the way in, and had been cutting that particular corner ever since.

  Dude, look at yourself, said an insistent, disapproving voice in his head. Because now he really was acting like a stalker. He was analyzing their path. He was trying to calculate their moves. And he was planning his pursuit, because the next thing he’d do would be to walk down those stairs himself and see if they were still in the hallway it revealed.

  What will you say when she asks why you’re appearing behind her in some random hallway?

  Fuck you, voice, he thought deliberately, and took a few steps forward.

  But when he did, he saw that Kaylee and the guy she was with hadn’t entered the building after all. They couldn’t have, because the door didn’t have a handle, just like the other doors. Instead, they were in the tiny recess at the bottom of the stairs, kissing frantically. Kaylee’s shirt was hiked up, and one of the guy’s hands was rubbing her exposed breasts.

  Thad shrunk back without thinking. He’d never seen Kaylee’s tits before. He’d wondered about them from time to time, sure, when she wore tight shirts, but he and Kaylee didn’t have that kind of relationship. It felt wrong to see any of the parts she usually kept covered.

  But after a few seconds, he got curious, and edged forward again. Again, a glimpse of nipple, and again he backed away.

  She wants you to look, said the more interesting of the two voices in his head. He could imagine it wearing devil’s horns and sitting on one of his shoulders.

  That’s ridiculous. She doesn’t even know you’re here. This voice sported angel’s wings and a halo.

  Not you specifically, but they want someone to see them. Why else would they be out here, in public?

  She’s a good girl.

  The kind of good girl who takes a guy into the back of a bar and screws him?

  She’s not that kind of person.

  And yet there they are, said the devil voice.

  And despite himself, Thad found that he did want to see her tits again.

  There had been many times he’d wanted to see them, in fact, but there had never been an opportunity. The two of them had grown
up together. They felt like kin. And yet they weren’t kin, and a very insistent part of Thad sometimes reminded him of that when they went to a friend’s house together, where they changed out of yard party clothes and into swimsuits in a pair of outdoor changing rooms that were separated only by a thin piece of painted plywood. They often talked while changing, and sometimes, starting when they’d gotten to be about sixteen, thoughts would run through Thad’s mind when she talked to him over that plywood divider each summer: She’s naked over there. Her boobs are out and jiggling as she laughs. He’d see her feet move below the partition and he’d think: She’s stepping out out of panties. I wonder how she trims her bush? And when those thoughts came, he’d have to lag behind and wait until the tent in his pants finally relented, and on one or two occasions, to get it to settle, he’d had to take matters into his own hands.

  And if he was honest with himself, he had to admit that there had been times, in that dressing room, where he’d searched the plywood wall for holes or cracks, where he’d tried in vain to see around its edges, where he’d wonder if there was a way to set a mirror on the floor or overhead without her noticing. But the wall had remained maddeningly solid — and what was worse was that it was almost certain that Kaylee barely saw the need for the partition at all. You didn’t have to be modest around platonic friends. The thought of how to use that lapse in the need for modesty to his advantage had occurred as well, but he’d never found an excuse to change in the same room as Kaylee. And honestly, he also wouldn’t trust his dick not to betray him if he ever did.

  Now’s your chance to see those tits, said the devil voice. Probably your only chance.

  Thad glanced up and saw a large hedge, near and above the alcove where Kaylee and the guy were standing. It was much closer to where they were than where he was standing, the vantage point was much better, and they’d never see him. What was more, he could easily get to it undetected.

  So he did get to it.

  And once he did — once he found the view to be better than he’d anticipated — he realized that he had, indeed, become the creepy peeper in the bushes.

  He tried to convince himself that it wasn’t like that. He cared for Kaylee. He cared for her a lot. Hell, he kind of loved her, which is why he’d come to visit in the first place. But on top of that, he had to admit that she’d turned out really hot as she’d grown up — all the more hot because she didn’t seem to realize it, because she played it down, and because she usually was such a good girl.

  Is this why you were jealous?

  I wasn’t jealous. I’m not jealous.

  Don’t you wish you were that guy down there?

  No. I just want to see her naked.

  I thought she was like a sister to you?

  She’s like a sister, but she’s not my sister. She’s also hot. She can be both things.

  But you don’t want to fuck her? And if not, it’s because you love her? Like a sister?

  Yes. No. Maybe.

  But it was no use. Everything was jumbled. All that seemed to matter right now was that he wanted to watch what was happening below and wanted to see more, no matter how much those wants bothered him.

  But of course, what was happening was all that would happen. There wouldn’t be more. They were just making out. It’s not like they were going to do more than paw at each other. She’d even said on the phone that in that sleazy bar back room, they’d made triply sure that the door was locked. They wouldn’t do more than grope out here in public. Any moment now, they’d walk up the stairs and…

  Both of Kaylee’s hands dropped to the guy’s jeans and began to unbutton them. Thad felt his heart rate triple.

  She wouldn’t.

  But she did. Within ten seconds, Thad’s good girl Kaylee’s hand was inside the guy’s boxers, moving up and down.

  A thought popped into Thad’s head: She’s going to jerk him off, right here and now.

  But that was ridiculous. Nobody would do that in plain view of anyone who cared to look — possibly from the bushes, like a creep. And certainly not Kaylee.

  And about that, Thad was right. Kaylee didn’t jerk him off. Instead, she freed his cock from his boxers, dropped into a squat, and slid him into her mouth.

  The guy leaned against the concrete wall, tilted his head upward, and closed his eyes.

  I’m not seeing this. This isn’t happening.

  But it was happening, and Thad’s heart knew it, beating in his temples hard enough to cause an embolism. He watched with fascination as the veined length of the mystery man’s erect cock slid out of Kaylee’s beautiful, conservative-girl lips and then vanished again, over and over. After a minute, she began to use her hand too, and wet sucking sounds began to filter up to where Thad was looking on.

  Thad began to wonder if Kaylee had a doppelgänger. This girl looked exactly like her, but it couldn’t actually be her. Thad had serious doubts as to whether Kaylee ever used her mouth on a guy, and flat-out didn’t believe he was seeing her do it outside, in a public stairway. It was a dream. An illusion. A case of mistaken identity.

  Below Thad, the girl who couldn’t be Kaylee looked up at her man with a perfect imitation of Kaylee’s face, right down to the sly, crooked smile that Thad had seen thousands of times over the past decade. And then the girl who couldn’t be Kaylee said, “I’m so wet. I want you to put it in me.”

  A very small voice inside of Thad screamed that if he wasn’t supposed to have seen what he’d already seen, he really wasn’t supposed to see what was coming next.

  But he’d never be able to unhear those words. The next time they were together at the pool, she was bound to say the word “wet,” and he wouldn’t be able to take it.

  Kaylee sitting on the deck, getting splashed, saying, Look how wet I am.

  Kaylee chiding him for doing a cannonball: Thad, you’re getting me wet!

  Was their friendship ruined? Maybe. But if he was honest, all that had changed was that he’d gotten a few more mental images for the old spank bank. If he was more honest with himself than he’d been with Nicole, the truth was that he’d wanted Kaylee for years. He might even have loved her for years, but it was hard to ponder questions about love when his dick was so hard.

  Kaylee stood. In one businesslike motion, she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down so that they formed a sling at her ankles, stretched like a rubber band above her modest heels. Her panties were light blue. How many times had Thad imagined those?

  They switched places. Kaylee moved toward the wall, and the guy with his flopping, erect penis moved toward the stairs. Then Kaylee pulled her skirt up around her waist and bent forward, placing her palms flat against the wall. Then she stopped, spread open, and looked over her shoulder, waiting for him to come to her.

  Thad suddenly wished he’d brought his phone. They were giving him a perfect shot for a gonzo video recording. He could see everything between Kaylee’s legs from the rear as she bent forward, and noticed that it was all neatly trimmed from below. Her pussy was slightly open, its folds tidy and smooth. Her ass was firm and round and compact. The position of the bushes put her rear at a three-quarters position to Thad’s hiding place, so he could see her right hand on the wall and her pretty face as she looked back. To complete the picture, the guy — God bless him, whether or not he was befouling Thad’s sweet Kaylee — even bunched her shirt up on her upper chest, giving Thad a nice view of her hanging breasts, which were swaying slightly as she waited.

  As she waits for what? said the voice in Thad’s head.

  Then, because the voice had asked specifically so that it could hear the answer in full, Technicolor glory, his mind answered, She’s waiting for her guy to slide his cock to her pussy. She’s dying for it. She’s wet. She wants him inside of her. From behind. Doggy style. Until she comes, and he comes, and maybe his cum drips out of her and…

  Suddenly, Thad wondered if he’d ever had a chance with Kaylee in all of those long, yearning years… or if he ever wo
uld.

  Fuck you, Nicole. You were right.

  He wondered how he’d never seen it. He wondered if she’d ever beg him to put it in her because she was so wet.

  Or if, instead, this was it — if this was his one and only chance to experience Kaylee, and see her do the things that she didn’t show to the world. Maybe this pervy bushes encounter was his only chance to pretend that it was his cock that was sliding into her.

  The guy grabbed the root of his cock and pushed it against Kaylee’s waiting opening. It met a moment’s resistance, then began to slowly vanish inside of those lovely pink folds, inch by inch, as she gave a low, breathy moan.

  “Fuck me Thad,” she said, her head still turned and her eyes closed.

  But she hadn’t said Thad. She’d said whatever this guy’s name was. That was obvious from the fact that the guy didn’t react in the slightest. Unless, of course, his name was Thad, too, which raised all sorts of hopeful Freudian questions.

  Thad didn’t know what he’d expected of Kaylee sexually, but it certainly wasn’t this. He supposed he’d always imagined her lying on her back, accepting a man’s attention as a manner of duty. He’d never imagined her bent over and wet. He’d never imagined her sucking a guy off in public. He’d certainly never imagined Fuck me, though he supposed he paradoxically must have imagined Fuck me, Thad a time or two.

  But because she’d made the request, the guy fucked her, his pants open just enough to let his cock do its job.

  And then it struck Thad why Kaylee was wearing a skirt despite the fact that she never wore skirts. She’d worn it for access. This wasn’t a spontaneous act of lust. They’d had it planned at least since the time she’d gotten dressed and left the dorm.

  She wanted to get fucked in public. They left together with her panties already getting wet, their feet quickening as they neared this place, knowing what awaited them.