Sexual Star, Amateur at Love (Javorcek X ClearSight)

[Javorcek]

“Yeah, yeah. I know you can take care of yourself…” Alex let out a soft sigh as she came down from her adrenaline high. What a mess of a night… All she had wanted to do was do very inappropriate things to her girlfriend, probably in a public setting. But now she was minus one girlfriend and plus one kid sister that she felt the urge to watch over. “I know you told Elle you didn’t want herto ruin your fun. But you didn’t say anything about me. Besides, she’d kill me if I let you get picked up by that steroids popping bull dyke.” Ugh, she hated that phrase, but sometimes there was just no better descriptor that could be used. Truth be told, she was a little relieved that she hadn’t gotten into that fight. Tomorrow they had to be at a wedding. At weddings there are cameras. There didn’t need to be tangible evidence of her in a dress while wearing a black eye.

“Martini it is!” Alex brightened up at the prospect of more alcohol, even if it wasn’t her own. After ordering their drinks, she turned to Izzy, ready to bumble through awkward, polite conversation as the bartender got to work preparing their beverages. However, as she turned, all she was met with were big doe eyes. Ugh… That damn look… It must be genetic. Usually puppy dog eyes were the death of Alex; that vulnerable little ‘help me, I love you’ gaze always made her heart melt and her will bend.

Izzy might be out of her mind if she thought Alex’s will was going to bend enough for infidelity. Alex didn’t do anything half-assed. If Izzy wanted a kiss, she’d be getting a hell of a lot more than that. Yeah, a threesome was on her list of things to do before she died. But it was weird to think of sleeping with anyone other than Elle. As horny as she was, and as much as Izzy looked like Elle, Alex was still very aware that Izzy was –not- Elle. Her girlfriend was just…different… Elle was sweet but she was also strong. Alex had just known that Elle would be able to handle her. Izzy, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have any idea about what she was getting in to.

As Izzy pressed her body up firmly against Alex’s, the brunette couldn’t help but smirk. She knew she was being played, she could feel it. And whenever Alex felt like she was being manipulated, that dominant part of her always came charging to the surface. “You want a kiss?” Alex cocked a disbelieving brow, but her lips curled into a predatorial grin. She pressed back into Izzy, nudging her so that her side was pushing up against the bartop and giving her a little bit of the feeling of being trapped. She leaned forward, lips not even an inch from Izzy’s, their noses lightly brushing. And all the while, Alex never broke eye contact with Izzy for even a second. “I don’t think you could handle me…” Alex grinned and snapped her teeth threateningly at Izzy. Then she pulled away, turning back towards the bar so that she could accept her beer from the tender who apparently had impeccable timing.

 

[ClearSight]

Izzy could see that the doe eyed look had quite the effect on Alex, though she could assume why. Izzy could pull off that look better than anyone, but she had learned it from her sister, that signature look they both seemed to be able to melt hearts with. Hell, it's how they got a puppy, a double dose pretty much assured the sisters got what they wanted. So when Alex smirked she couldn't help but be a bit confused, that was the look of a predator, and while a sign she was having some effect, it wasn't the usual look of seduced desire. Izzy played it off though, batting her eyes and nodding gently when Alex asked if she wanted a kiss, only to find herself pushed up against the bar top. What came next broke her little doe eyed look, she went from doe eyed to smirking, not able to keep up the act completely when faced with such a predator. Then, right when she thought maybe it was coming Alex snapped her teeth and pulled away, grabbing her beer and completely blowing her off.

That was when she snarled gently, not loud enough for Alex to hear but she was pissed. Her efforts were completely tossed aside, as if she weren't even tempting Alex. Was her sister so much better than her that Alex didn't even have a curiosity of what Izzy would be like... No, she had manipulated and stolen plenty of Elle's girlfriends, they were all tempted and cheated. In actuality she should have been happy for her sister, she finally had one not waiting for the moment to fuck her little sister, but that wasn't what she felt. She probably would, but for the moment her pride was in tatters and she could only pout internally as she took her drink from the bartender, sipping on it as she turned away from Alex and scanned the room. It was obvious she wasn't going to get anywhere with Alex, not even when she was drunk and so obviously horny. Might as well find and snag her backup plan before even that disappeared.

Izzy eventually spotted her cute little target, nudging Alex on the arm and leaning back against the bar top and looking a bit more natural than she had when trying to seduce Alex moments before, knowing when to cut her losses. "Hey, tell Elle I'll be home in the morning and not to worry... And enjoy a night with me not in the house." She smirked and pushed herself off the bar and headed for the cutie chatting with another girl, another girl who was about to be so fucking disappointed. At the same time Elle had come out of the bathroom, calmed and nervous about having just rushed away from Alex. She was desperate to find her and explain, she knew how Alex was, she would assume the worst when it was something much more simple.

When she found Alex she had a beer in her hand, which was good because it meant she wasn't going to be completely trashed. She walked up behind her and grabbed her from behind, a soft, "Sorry..." as she nuzzled Alex's neck and walked around her so they were face to face. Elle wasn't going to wait, she immediately launched into her explanation, and in the cute way she often did where she spoke so fast words almost felt jumbled. "I didn't leave because you were too aggressive or anything. I just left because since we've started over I want out new first time to be special, not against some club wall..." She finally paused, hand going up and touching Alex's face gently. "I want you so badly... But I want it to be special, us in private, me able to cry out your name. Is that okay?" She was smiling sweetly, a gentle look, hoping Alex understood what she wanted. They hadn't waited a month just to fuck in some club, they had waited a month to be together how they had been before everything went to hell...

 

[Javorcek]

Alex was the type of woman that couldn’t even cheat in her –fantasies-. If she ever had an adulterous dream she’d wake up in a cold sweat and in a panic; cheating on Elle was on par with her irrational, terrifying nightmares of zombie apocalypses. The artist’s moral compass just didn’t allow her the luxury of lusting after other women. (That wasn’t to say that she was a perfect saint. Alex smoked pot on occasion, downloaded music illegally, drove like a fucking maniac on the highway, and if men weren’t too proud to admit that they had been beaten up by a girl, she’d probably have a few assault and battery charges on her record.) Even though Izzy had put up a very good front, Alex just didn’t have it in her to cheat on Elle, not even a little bit.

She was relieved that Izzy didn’t throw a hissy fit or decide to be stubborn and keep trying to keep up this game. Though when she noticed the girl had found a new piece of prey, Alex frowned. If it were her own little sister, Alex probably would have handcuffed her to her wrist and not let her go off with some stranger. But…this was Elle’s problem, she didn’t have any right to deny Izzy her right to go play with someone else. “Yeah, alright. But be careful!” Alex called after Izzy as she left, sighing and shaking her head to herself. It still blew her mind how people could just jump into bed with someone for a little fun and nothing else. Fuck…maybe I’m just getting old… Guh, she felt like an old woman with conservative views from the 1950s…

All of the muscles in Alex’s body flexed as she was grabbed from behind. It startled her, and she was ready to pull away and make a scene, but after hearing a soft ‘Sorry’ from a familiar voice, she quickly calmed down. “Elle, baby, you don’t have to be-“ Alex’s words were cut off by her girlfriend’s quick apology. It made Alex smile, Elle was so cute when she was hurriedly trying to explain herself, when the words just tumbled out of her mouth while her brow was furrowed in that cute little worried expression.

“Yeah… I know, it’s okay. I want that stuff too… I just…I dunno. Sorry…I’m just being dumb...” Alex sighed and lowered her head to nuzzle Elle’s neck. It was a common move that she pulled when she didn’t want to talk about whatever subject they were on any longer: just go hide in Elle’s neck and try to distract her with kisses. Perhaps a normal person would have admitted that they were nervous. That fucking Elle while they were both drunk and in a club seemed a lot less scary than making love in private. That the distractions of this place were comforting…it would keep Elle from noticing if she was bad or not. It’s just…really nerve wracking to have sex with a porn star. Alex could say the words in her own head a thousand times, but for whatever reason, they just wouldn’t come out.

“Oh, ah. By the way, Izzy wandered off with some girl. She looked pretty harmless.”