Visit Alex

Ethan decides to visit Alex.

After having stood her up the other night, he figured he should try to make things right.

As he starts the trek over, he can’t help but dwell on what he should say. He was sorry for standing her up, but he couldn't really string together a great excuse as to why he did it. Not that it mattered, she did say she was going to forgive him regardless. Just not right away, Ethan pondered if said forgiveness was even going to be on the table.

Frowning slightly, he was nearly at her house, and still without a concrete idea on what to say. ‘Guess I’ll wing it,’ he thinks, closing in with Alex’s place now within view.

Standing on the porch, he rings the doorbell, steeling his nerves for what comes next.

The door opens a moment later, a slightly underdressed Alex standing before him, her hair slightly ruffled. “Ethan,” she blinks her eyes a few times, “What’re you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by. I did wake you?” He gives her a quick look up and down. She’s wearing a very skimpy tank top, which makes the flatness of her chest really evident. On her bottoms she just has on loose but very short gray shorts, showing off quite a bit of pale thigh. If he had to guess, this was sleepwear for her.

“No, I was up…” she rubs her eyes, “I just slept in…”

“Ah,” Ethan shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “If it’s a bad time…”

“No. No,” Alex shakes her head, her long hair swaying behind her, “I was actually waiting for you to stop by.”

“Huh?”

“Well,” she smirks, her blue eyes gleaming, “I figured you’d come crawling back for forgiveness at some point. I was planning on sitting tight until you did.”

“But you sai-”

She waves her hard, her smile turning into a half frown. “I know, I know. But what can I say? I wanted to be chased.”

“Ah.” Ethan sighs. He never really got women.

“So,” she clears her throat, standing up a little straight. “You here to beg?”

“Uh,” Ethan shuffles slightly. He wasn't planning on it, but… looking at her now, begging doesn't seem out of the question. Even though she looks like she just woke up, she is still really freaking cute. If begging can get him back into her good books, a little might not hurt.

Opening his mouth, still hashing out what to say, Alex gives him a small giggle. “Or, you could just let me fuck you. That’ll work too.”

Ethan blinks. “What.”

“Hmmm,” Alex leans against the door frame, her lips curling into a devious smile. “I wanted to the other night, but you had to go and ruin things. When you didn't show, I was worried you might not be into that kinda stuff, but now that you’re here…” she giggles. “Well, are you?”

Ethan hesitates. Something is clicking into place in his brain, a truth taking form.

Glancing down at Alex's shorts, another truth points up at him.