Blue Summer [2/5]

Pairings: Sydney Sweeney x Reader (series), Alexa Demie x Reader (this chapter)

Summary: In this dull town, during this dull Summer, Alexa is looking for fun while dragging Sydney along with her. Things get bumpy when Sydney gets too attached to someone who won't be around for long. 3rd POV.

Warnings (chapter): smut (fingering & semi-public sex).

Working a shift without Sydney is hell.

It's Wednesday evening and there are only two hours left until closing time. The slow weekdays are the worst time to be working the concessions alone. A handful of people are here, and come to the concessions stand, but not enough to keep Alexa preoccupied.

Instead she had Nick, the DJ who is way too old to be acting and dressing the way he does; like he’s stuck in his high school glory. He’s one of the usual suspects who flirt with Alexa (and Sydney) while she’s working. He offers a major inconvenience whenever he comes to the concessions to push his luck. He would always leave his post, let his playlist run, and come over to concessions to both Alexa while he’s on his “break.”

Alexa tries to make herself look busy to somehow deter Nick, but that never works. She can’t go on a break this late in the evening so she’s stuck dealing with him. If only she was the owner’s nephew and could be a shitty DJ who gets to have “breaks” whenever he wants.

“Hey,” his voice is dripping with half-baked charisma. He leans against the counter and pulls a face that he *thinks is sexy.

“What do you want Nick?”

“Nachos,” his response earned an eyeroll from Alexa who was not trying to deal with him for long. She starts on his nachos so he can take them and go away, but she should know better than that; it is never that simple. She slides the plastic container of nachos and cheese across the counter. He dips one of his chips in the cheap cheese from the machine. He’s insistent on keeping Alexa company despite her body language screaming that she wants to be left alone. A customer coming up for food would be very appreciated right now.

“Where’s the blonde?”

“Not here,” Alexa isn’t fond of the way he refers to Sydney. She wishes he’d go back to his booth but he can’t take a hint to save his life. Nick has always been like this: an obnoxious asshole. He was a senior at their high school when Alexa and Sydney were freshmen. He never grew out of his childish ways despite his 30s rapidly approaching.

“Why don’t you hook us up? Sydney’s single right?” The look on his face is optimistic. Sydney is lucky to not be here to endure his poor attempt at trying to flirt with her.

“Sydney’s not interested — and neither am I,” she gives him a bitter smile before turning around to wipe down the counter on the other side.

That doesn’t put him off. Nick keeps talking, just glossing over the fact that Alexa is ignoring him while cleaning up and preparing popcorn kernels for the machine. In her daze, she catches a glimpse of someone approaching, someone who is unknowingly going to save her. The person stands behind Nick who doesn’t have a clue in the world that there is someone behind him.

“Nick! Go back to your booth. You’re hogging up the line!” Alexa snaps.

Nick sheepishly turns around only to reveal the person behind him is that girl Alexa spotted the other night. She gives them a half-hearted smile. Nick sighs realizing he’s going to have to get back to work.

“I’ll catch you later,” he says that as if it’s reassuring for Alexa and not a threat. She rolls her eyes at him but turns her attention to this mystery girl.

“I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“No, you’re my savior.” The girl laughs at her response.

Alexa is finally able to get a good look at this mystery girl but her intuition was right, this girl is incredibly hot. This little run-in so far is one of the more exciting thing to happen to her during her shift today. The girl stands in front of the counter in a plaid skirt and crop-top. She has a knack for wearing low cut tops. It works on Alexa who can’t pull her eyes away from her tits.

“You’re not from around here, aren’t you?” Alexa blurts out boldly. She has never been one to skirt around a topic and she’s painfully curious to know more about this girl.

“No, I’m just here visiting my cousin for the summer. She just graduated high school so I’m trying to help her prepare for college.”

“That’s cool — so what do you want?”

“Uh…a medium popcorn please.”

So Alexa was right, this girl isn’t from around here. She looks a bit younger than her and Sydney but she insinuated that she was in college so she probably just finished her first year of college. 

“So, what’s your name?” Alexa asks as she grabs the paper popcorn bag and begins to prepare this girl’s popcorn. 

“Y/n.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

“Thank you! What’s your name?”

“Alexa.”

“Do you usually work here alone? There was someone else here with you the other night.”

Alexa was surprised that Y/n was attentive enough to their little concession stand to remember that there were two of them working that night. The roller rink is perfect for people watching so she shouldn’t be surprised that the skaters also partake in it too.

“That’s Sydney. She’s been my best friend since middle school. We work here during our summers away from college.”

“That’s cool. What college do you go to?”

“We go to UCLA.” Alexa hands the soggy bag of popcorn to Y/n who seems interested in what Alexa has to say.

“Woah, isn’t that school hard to get into?”

“Yeah — I guess it kind of is. I mean I was good in school but I’ll be real, I don’t know how the fuck I got into other than the fact that I’m a legacy student. Sydney though, she’s super fucking smart and always have been so I’m not surprised she got in.”

“UCLA is like…two, three hours away from here?”

“Yeah it’s not too far from here. You said you weren’t from here, so where are you from?”

“I’m from the Midwest!”

“Yikes — no offense.”

“None taken. I love it here in California, but I’m stuck in the Midwest until I graduate from college.”

Alexa has fully disregarded what she was doing, now 100% captured by Y/n. It’s been so, so long since she’s come across someone new and interesting. Sure, there are plenty of people on her college campus to be intrigued by, but someone who has piqued her interest in this small town of hers just makes it a little more special. It also adds that Y/n seems interested in her too.

“California is fun, but we’re in the boring part of the state. There are only three things top to do in this town.”

“I bet it’s fun around UCLA.”

“Duh. There is always something to do, but I will say the parties are overrated. Maybe I’m just not a hardcore partier like I thought I was, but 95% of the parties I been to there were too sweaty and loud for my liking.”

“Better than any of the parties around here or where I’m from I bet.” 

Y/n leans against the counter, wanting to hear more of what Alexa has to say about her life at UCLA. Alexa takes into account Y/n’s body language. She can tell just from the simple gesture that Y/n probably has a specific idea about California life in her head. Maybe she has seen one too many YouTube videos or watched a lot of TV shows that made it seem like everyday in California is like being on vacation.

“The parties around here definitely are shit. I wouldn’t even classify them as parties anymore. And if you like partying hard then UCLA is the place, but it can be very competitive; one too many parties and your grades will sink like the titanic.”

“Really? I feel like my university isn’t that academically challenging. It’s pretty small but has a high acceptance rate so I don’t think people are really eager to go there,” Y/n pauses when someone comes up to the counter just to grab a few napkins. Alexa furrows her brow in confusion because she hasn’t seen the person come to concessions all day, but she decided it wasn’t her business nor was it her problem. They disappear in a matter of seconds, leaving the floor open for Y/n to speak again, “but I like it! It’s not that bad for academic stuff, but the social scene is no existent. It’s hard to make friends, let alone date. What’s the dating scene like at UCLA?” Y/n asks with curiosity.

There are a million-and-one things Alexa could tell Y/n. She could tell her about the guy she was friends with benefits with two semesters ago. Or she could tell her about the seniors that would hit on her when she was a freshman. The sorority and fraternity life is booming at UCLA, making Alexa’s dating pool incredibly wide. While Sydney was the one who concerned herself more with the Greek life, there were a handful of people that Alexa hooked up with or came close to hooking up with who were involved in Greek life. She has many stories of late night treks across campus just to go hook up or sneaking to the bathroom at a party, but she doesn’t want to overwhelm Y/n with the details. She is *very interested in what Alexa has to say, but it would probably be overload for her.

“Finding to people to date is a dime a dozen at UCLA, but finding someone for a *lasting relationship can be hard. Classes are hard themselves, so when it comes to dating, people just want to have fun. I can say from experience that it’s more fun not being tied down. Plus it’s college, it’s the perfect place to experiment without any expected commitments. Before we left for the summer, we went to one of the frat parties and I hooked up with this girl on one of the guy’s bed. It was hot despite rolling onto a used cum sock and condom wrappers.”

Y/n laughed at Alexa’s ending statement and she felt like she found someone who could hang with her. Y/n didn’t seem turned off by her stories, or how crass yet honest she is about her college experiences. Her stories are not even the wildest that come from UCLA, nor is it drastically different from other college experiences. There is no feeling of judgment because there really shouldn’t be. Y/n looks morbidly curious, dying to know more.

“Is it fun? Hooking-up with people?”

If anyone else had asked her that, Alexa might have had the knee-jerk reaction to get defensive. That honesty and opennesses has led to some people slut-shaming her. The accusation of being a “slut” didn’t offend her, but she wasn’t going to let anyone just say anything about her.

Y/n, on the other hand, has a specific look in her. It’s the same look that her last hook-up, Victoria, had in her eyes as she asked Alexa to take her upstairs. The night is almost over and Alexa has to clean and close the concessions stand alone, yet it will all pay off if her night heads in a different direction than expected.

“I like it. It’s perfect for my life right now, ya know?” Now it’s Alexa’s turn to lean in, an almost devious smile spreading across her face. She knows what it’s like when people are asking questions not because they are curious, but because they want to find out the answer for themselves. “Being tied down isn’t a priority right now — not when there are cute girls I’d rather have underneath me.”

There is something about the way she says that just makes it click for Y/n. Her eyes are struck with wonder and her mouth is slightly parted. Alexa’s unspoken suggestion is making her head spin and offers her what she’s been looking for since she’s stepped foot into the county. Her cousin’s friends were still very much in their high school bubble that hasn’t popped yet since they just graduated. The roller rink was crawling with people too young or old for her. But, Alexa is a different story. Meeting Alexa is like a dream come true, and an answer to some of her boredom. She also can’t deny how attractive Alexa is. She is unlike anyone she has met before and Y/n is enamored simply just by being around her. She wants more than just a ten minute conversation.

“What time does your shift end?”

-

Y/n grunts as her back hits the brick wall. She’s given no time to adjust herself before Alexa attaches her lips to her neck. She leaves a trail of sloppy kisses up Y/n’s neck, to her cheek, and finally to her soft lips. Her lips moved as if she’s starved for more. Y/n feels heady from the way she’s being kissed and the hand up sliding up her sides. She gasps into the kiss when Alexa gropes her breast through her shirt. Alexa is so rough with her, not something she was expecting, but something that is blinding her.

“Are you going to be quiet for me princess?” Alexa whispers against her rosied lips. Y/n is speechless, just nodding her head in desperation. “Good girl.”

It was too hot outside to be pressed this close together, but Y/n doesn’t want anything else. A jolt of electricity strikes through her when she feels the pad’s of Alexa’s finger ghost across the skin of her inner thigh. Her body jitters from how sensitive she is to the touch. Alexa attaches herself to Y/n’s neck again. The combination of those lips sucking on the sensitive parts of her neck and Alexa teasing her inner thigh just might make Y/n combust on the spot.

Alexa moves her arm around Y/n to grope her ass. Y/n arches into her, their bodies pressed together. It feels so exhilarating to be groped and treated like she’s just a slut for pleasure. 

She sighs when Alexa rubs her clit through her tiny, little thong. The slow, steady movement gives her a lick of pleasure. Alexa is teasing her and not giving in to her wants and needs completely. Y/n takes to swirling her hips, moving her clit against Alexa’s hand in the process.

“You want it that bad? Such a horny little thing,” Alexa taunts her. Y/n pouts her pretty lips and Alexa feels compelled to kiss them again. It’s a softer kiss but the feeling is all the more intoxicating.

Alexa pushed that thong to the side and slid two fingers inside of her. Y/n moaned loudly, but her mouth was quickly covered by Alexa’s other hand.

“There are a gaggle of horny teenagers standing on the other side of the building. You don’t want to put on a show for them, right?” Y/n shakes her head. She’s so obedient with that desperate look in her eyes that it drives Alexa wild. Her last hook-up was fun, but this was shaping up to be ten times better despite. “Didn’t think so.”

Her slender fingers began to pump in and out of Y/n. Y/n’s cunt squelches around Alexa’s fingers making a lewd sound into the midnight air. She tries her best not to moan too loudly that draws any attention to them but it’s so hard to contain herself. She feels herself teetering over the edge when Alexa curls her finger inside of her and caresses her fingers against her g-spot. Alexa doesn’t stop intensely and harshly fucking her fingers into her. Y/n’s knees almost buckle beneath her and the only thing keeping her 100% upright is Alexa pressing her against the hard wall.

“This pussy is so tight and wet. Are you gonna cum for me, Y/n?”

“Yes!” She whispers harshly. Her voice is so whiny but Alexa surprisingly likes it. She never was this in charge with someone during a hook-up, nor was she the one to sort of show someone the ropes, but she’s learning to love it. Especially when Y/n keeps mewling like she’s a slut.

A whiny moan slips past her lips as she cums around those fingers pumping in and out of her. Y/n’s climax weakens her completely and she forget to keep as quiet as possible. Alexa doesn’t chastise her for it because she’s too enamored by watching this beauty cum for her after formally meeting her nearly two hours ago.

Y/n pants, trying to catch her breath, but god does she feel like she’s floating. She knows that if she doesn’t lean against the wall she will struggle to walk. Alexa still has her fingers inside of her and Y/n is tempted to move her hips and beg for more. But, it’s getting late and she can hear her phone vibrating in her purse on the ground. Her cousin is probably looking for her thus making this moment with Alexa quick and dirty.

Alexa slides her finger out of Y/n’s sopping hole and brings her fingers up to her mouth. Her gaze is heavy as she stares at her and pops her fingers into her mouth. She sucks Y/n’s arousal off her fingers with a loud hum. She pops them out of her mouth and points them towards Y/n’s mouth.

“Open your mouth.” 

Y/n obeys and Alexa slides her fingers past her slightly parted lips. She sucks what’s left of herself off of Alexa’s fingers and it gets her wet again. She truly wishes she could stay longer, but their night is over.

Y/n makes herself look as decent as possible, like she didn’t just get finger-fucked behind the local roller rink building. She hopes that it doesn’t look obvious to her cousin who is waiting out front for her. 

Alexa interrupts her silent process by asking, “are you coming Saturday night?” 

Y/n is kind of shocked that Alexa seems interested in seeing her again. She sort of thought this was going to be a one time thing, just the two of them chasing a thrill, but she is pleasantly surprised.

“We didn’t plan on it, but I could ask my cousin if we can come.”

“Good. I want you to meet Sydney.”