It's Usually the Shy Ones

The party was at one of the Victorian houses on 26th Avenue. There was a backyard with a pool, a concrete patio, and a small building that may have been built as a pool house then converted to a sublet. The pool cast an inviting blue glow and a mist that indicated it was heated but no one was swimming. It was Halloween, after all, and already cold in the city.

"Werewolves of London" played.

Alec had never paid much attention to the awkward, slouching girl in his Foreign Relations class. Ashley was small, very thin, quiet, and often awkward to the point of being off-putting. Outside of class Alec would see her literally curled-up with a book, gazing over her knees at some curricular text with those intense green eyes. Her resting face, when not obstructed by her long, dark hair, was somewhere between that of an awkward smile and a wince from an uncomfortable physical exam. She had sharp features and thick eyebrows, and she rarely wore makeup. She dressed plain, always in pants, never shorts, a skirt, or a dress. There was a pragmatic, studious, simplicity to her that Alex might have appreciated if he had paid any attention to her before that night.

She arrived with two of her dorm mates, the closest things she had to friends in the city and her only reasons for attending the party. Between the angel in the short choir robe and the sexy Ghostbuster walked Ashley, in a cheap Wonder Woman leotard and cape. Alec didn't recognize her at first, his eyes were drawn to her thin, bare legs. Even as his gaze crawled up to her face he couldn't at first place her. Her hair was held back with a gold plastic tiara, cutting a slightly more glamorous and powerful silhouette than she had ever presented. But as the angel handed her a bottle, she turned her head and made one of those awkward smiles, cracking across her face and showing those perfectly straight teeth. Alec recognized her.

"Only beauty queens and the daughters of dentists have teeth like that," he thought.

Alec had never seen Ashley's legs before, or much of her body at all. Her little costume was less substantial than some bathing suits save for the paper-thin cape that barely fell past her waist. Alec wondered if Ashley was trying to break out of her shell, if she was always secretly so daring and confident, or if she had so little self-awareness that she didn't realize how sexy she looked.

Alec approached, possibly emboldened by his own Mr. Orange costume, "Ashley, right?"

"Yeah," Ashley replied with a fragile voice, "You're from Poli sci?"

"That's right. Alec. You know, I never see you at any parties," true but inconsequential, as Alec didn't attend many parties himself, "Do you know Jules?"

"Heh. . . No, I think my roommates do, maybe. They brought me. Do you know Liliane?"

"I'm sure I've seen her around. It's good to see you're out having fun, Ashley."

"Yeah, I don't go to parties much."

"You're always studying, aren't you?"

"I guess."

"I like that. There's a . . maturity there. So many of the girls your age are doing childish stuff to feel more grown-up. Like getting drunk, getting trendy tattoos, dating guys fifteen years older than them."

"I guess. I don't think I'm being very grown-up tonight though."

"You're allowed to have some fun every once in a while. It's healthy."

"I guess. I mean. . you're right," Ashley fidgeted, "I guess I had what they call a 'sheltered childhood'."

"Where are you from?"

"Denver. Actually Centennial but no one knows Centennial so it's easier to say Denver."

"How are you liking California?"

"I thought it would be warmer. But I think I can handle the cold better than most."

"I guess so. I like your costume."

"Thank you," Ashley fiddled with her cape, seemingly unsure if she should be showing more or less of her body.

Alec tried not to state, "Do you like Wonder Woman?"

"I used to watch reruns of the one with Linda Carter. I guess. I just got this at the thrift store because I needed a costume."

"You look great. Those legs could win you some contests."

Ashley giggled, "Thank you," and looked away at nothing in particular. The truth was that Ashley's legs were rather short and thin and not very shapely. But she had a small frame and the cut of her leotard made her look taller, even in her simple, practical sneakers. She looked at Alec's black suit and tie and blood-stained shirt.

"And who are you? Batman's dad?" she asked.

"Ok, I think I might be in love" Alec thought, then out loud replied "Sure."

"Sure? What does that mean?"

"Don't worry about it. I have to ask. . ." Alec paused, "Are you with anyone right now? A boyfriend or partner, or. . "

"Heh, no, I'm not very social and I don't think I. . ." Ashley wanted to say she couldn't handle the dating scene just then, but realized it wasn't true anymore. "I guess I don't know."

"Have you even been dating?"

"I guess not. I think that's why Maddie wanted to get me out here tonight. She keeps telling me 'It's later than you think.'"

"Is she trying to set you up with someone here?"

"God I hope not," Ashley made a face.

"You seem like someone I'd like to spend time with."

Ashley blushed. "You never talked to me," she struggled, "I thought you were cute but you never showed any interest."

"My mistake then. I guess I didn't know what to make of you. You are rather quiet."

Ashley took a drink. Alec looked at her nearly-empty bottle and then at her petite torso and wondered how someone her size could hold that much liquid.

"Do you want to sit down?" Alec offered and moved towards one of the deck chairs.

"Okay," Ashley decided at the very least it was better than trying to talk to anyone else.

"Here, do you want to sit on my lap?"

Ashley thought for a moment, "Okay," and sat while maintaining the upright posture of a violinist. "You don't have a girlfriend?"

"No. Not even a little bit."

"Where are you from?"

"Here and there. I guess the simplest answer is Modesto. You know, I do remember you participating in class once or twice." Ashley slouched, having wished no one could hear or notice her except the professor. "Don't be embarrassed, Ashley, it was something we were all wondering, those of us who were paying attention. But you weren't afraid to ask. I love how easily you can just be yourself."

Ashley had never thought of existing as something that came easily. Especially existing as herself. She knew she was awkward, and she had been as long as she could remember.

"Do you really think so?" she asked.

"You seem to work for yourself, I guess. Some people are trying so hard. Every moment they're trying to present themselves as something, even when alone it's like we're practicing to be that version of ourselves that we approve of." Alec stopped himself, realizing what he meant as a compliment could be an insult. "You seem real," he finished, immediately wishing he hadn't chosen such an unimaginative term.

"Red Right Hand" played.

Ashley slumped over and lay against Alec's chest, "Thank you," she muttered, then looked up at him. He put his arm around her. Their faces were close. She wondered why he hadn't tried to kiss her, but his detachment made her feel safe somehow. "Hey," she whispered as she drew in. They kissed. Slow at first, then messy and playful. When their lips parted Ashley's mouth melted to a flustered smile. She hadn't been kissed in a long time, and never like this. She laid her head on his shoulder. They sat silently for a few minutes, both unsure what to say next.

Ashley stirred and Alec held her tighter.

"I have to get up," she said.

"Why?"

"Because I have to pee."

"Okay," but Alec didn't let her go.

Ashley chuckled. She decided she could wait and rested her head back on his shoulder.

"Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps)" played.

"Do you remember that night after midterms, at the beach?" Ashley asked.

Alec remembered. The bonfires dotted the beach for a mile. He had found himself around the fire with a few classmates he knew. In recollection, he thought he remembered Ashley being there.

"You were there weren't you?"

"Yes. I found the bonfire with Rahele and Tom and Wesley. I didn't think you even noticed I was there. I used to be so quiet all the time."

"When did she stop being quiet?" Alec wondered. "Missed opportunity, I guess."

"I'm happy you're here now."

Ashley stirred and Alec held her tighter.

"I do have to go, Alec."

"Okay."

"I do really need to go to the bathroom now," Ashley sat up but Alec held her still.

"Okay," he said.

"You have to let me go."

"Just go here."

Ashley made a face, a confused smile, and looked away from Alec. "What do you mean?"

"Just go. You can pee on my lap."

Ashley knew he could have been joking with his words but he didn't let go of her arm. She giggled uncomfortably, unsure what objection she should make first. "There's people here."

"They won't be able to tell. It's okay, you can wet yourself. I won't tell." Alec loosened his grip but Ashley didn't stand. Her eyes darted, she looked at Alec briefly, seemingly trying to hold-back a laugh.

"Seriously?" she spoke the word like a statement.

"Yeah."

"You're serious?"

"Do you think you can do it?"

Ashley looked embarrassed. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe the excitement, maybe it was the feeling of Alec's big hands on her, or the fact it was Friday night and she didn't really care what mess she might get into, but the idea didn't seem as absurd or disgusting as it might have. She was surprised to find herself considering it, even curious what it might feel like. "I guess, I can try. . . you're serious?"

"Yes. Here, put your other leg over here." Alec helped move her into position, facing him with her legs straddling his lap.

Ashley bit her lip as she straddled Alec. Sitting on his lap was one thing, but now she looked and felt like she was giving a lapdance. Alec watched as she spread her smooth white thighs and felt her gently clutch his body with her knees. She put her hands on his shoulders and slumped her head. She couldn't look at Alec while she tried to force herself to relax. Alec rested a hand on her thigh and looked at the thin spandex wrapping her tight body, stretching around her waist and between her legs, no more than 3" wide at her crotch. It could not have been more than one layer thick, and he could tell she wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

"I'm ready," Alec reassured her, trying not to sound as excited as he was, "Just relax. It's the most natural thing in the world."

Alec felt Ashley's thighs relax and the hot liquid on his lap even before he could see it staining her outfit, the dark blue fabric turning darker. "Oh. . . .my. . . " Alec watched her, when she did look back up at him she had a wide grin, almost laughing, but still embarrassed and nervous. Alec put his hand on her belly, just below her waist, and pressed gently.

"Does that help?" he teased.

Ashley's expression changed to one of surprise, too shocked to speak. Alec felt Ashley's piss soak through his pants, between his legs, and it was now dripping out the bottom of the deck chair and onto the patio. Alec couldn't tell how long she had been peeing for, maybe it was twenty seconds, maybe a minute, before she stopped.

"Are you all emptied out?" he asked, pressing a little harder on her.

". . . yeah. . . " she gasped, then kissed Alec on the lips. She held the kiss awkwardly long, holding his head with both hands, she was scared to let Alec to look at her face or her wet crotch. She couldn't tell if he had talked her into humiliating herself or humiliating him. But the fact was that they were both still in the middle of a party, surrounded by people, and their clothes were wet with her piss. Alec forced her to break off the kiss and held her chin.

"Hey," he said, "You did good. And don't you feel better now?"

Ashley covered most of her face with her hand. She still couldn't bring herself to speak but nodded innocently. Alec thought she was acting as if he hadn't told her it was okay, as if he hadn't encouraged her. She was acting like she had wet herself on accident. But gradually she began to realize how much Alec had enjoyed it.

"Look at that," Alec rubbed the wet fabric just above her crotch, "You really made a mess," he spoke softly enough not to draw attention. Ashley was still mortified, afraid to get up, afraid to stay put, but Alec's comforting grip calmed her nerves, if only slightly. "Come here," Alec guided Ashley back onto him, she rested her head on his chest, "You've never done that before, have you?"

"No," she uttered as if it were obvious.

The air felt colder now and Ashley shivered. Alec rubbed her arms.

"Hey, Ashley," he said. She looked up at him with her big, green eyes.

"I have to go," Alec said.

"Ok. . . ."

"I have to pee, do you understand?"

"Does that mean you're gonna pee right here too?"

"No," Alec said plainly. For Ashley the yard was spinning and she was barely keeping-up with what Alec was saying.

"Then, do you need to. . . " Ashley trailed-off.

"Get up, Ashley."

Ashley stood, slouching and trying to cover her wet crotch and butt with her cape. Alec stood up, not bothering to hide the wet spot on his black pants. Ashley was afraid to leave "alone" and shivered, but only for a second. Alec grabbed her tiny wrist and led her to the pool house.

"Play With Fire" played.

Alec turned on the light. This was someone's home, for now. There was a bed and a dresser but the toilet and shower looked original. A perfect spot. Alec kissed Ashley as he locked the door behind them and led her to the bathroom. She smiled at him with her nervous smile and he put his hand on her cheek, kissing her again, removing her tiara, and grabbing her hair. Ashley gasped as he pushed her onto the floor and unbuckled his belt. Ashley's breathing became heavy as she watched, still unsure exactly what Alec had in mind. He took out his thick cock and Ashley stood up on her knees, ready to suck on it, but Alec stopped her.

"Just stay right there," he whispered. Ashley didn't avoid eye contact this time. She looked up at Alec with widening green eyes. He looked down at her with a warm but firm expression she couldn't read. For a moment he just stood, holding his cock with one hand and her head only inches away with the other.

"He's really going to do it," she thought.

Before she could process the realization she felt a warm splatter on her face and chest. She yelped and turned away in shock at first, unaccustomed to the sensation or the intimacy. Alec's hand was still holding tight but not restraining her. The stream became stronger and more steady and it felt like stepping into a warm shower. Ashley's breathing grew heavier as she felt the liquid wetting her hair and dripping down her face. She felt a few drops on her lips and closed her mouth tight then opened it immediately. She wanted to catch some of Alec's piss on her tongue while she could. Her costume was getting wetter. She felt it dripping down her chest and soon she was sitting in a puddle on the floor.

Alec couldn't believe what was happening. He felt like a voyeur, watching someone else do what he was doing to Ashley. Despite being intensely aware of his body at that moment, he felt like he was not inhabiting it until, at last, the stream stopped. Ashley was soaked. She was making that typical coarse smile that looked more like a grimace, but her eyes were ecstatic, eager, almost crazed. She laughed.

"That's better," Alec said.

"Are you happy now?" Ashley joked.

"Yes."

"I did good?"

"Yes."

Ashley crawled up towards Alec with her tongue out, awaiting his approval.

"Go ahead," he whispered and Ashley took his cock in her mouth. The sensation on her tongue was warm and sweet and salty. She tried to hold her jaws open and to take it as deep as possible. Once he was completely hard Alec pulled her off. He knelt down on the wet floor next to her and untied her cape, revealing smooth shoulders in a retractive shrug. He pulled the two thin straps of her leotard off her shoulders and down her arms, exposing more alabaster skin and pert, lemon-sized breasts. Ashley giggled hoursely and slouched, pulling-away slightly but not covering herself. Her gaze bounced between the floor and Alec's face.

"Are. . . are we gonna have sex?" she asked

"If you want to."

With that Ashley's grin widened and she nodded her head. A few drops of Alec's piss dripped down her cheek.

"Take that off," Alec ordered as he started to undress. Ashley watched as Alec appeared stronger without his shirt, like she felt a sudden sensation of complete trust in him. Without his pants he seemed more vulnerable but also more dangerous. She had never been with someone like him. Ashley stood and peeled-off her wet leotard but kept her sneakers on. Alec looked at her, standing naked against the wall. She was still thin and small but she looked like a woman, not hiding behind anything. She had a pretty, brown bush that Alec had just been able to make-out through her leotard. He ran his fingers through it. It was wet like the rest of her.

"Get on the floor," Alec instructed, less firm than he was before. Ashley returned to her puddle and Alec helped her spread her legs. She bit her lip.

"The room is so bright. Alec can see everything," she thought.

He slid his cock inside her. She moaned and squeaked and struggled to stay on her knees on the smooth, wet floor. But Alec was holding tight, his hands nearly encircling her waist. She was warm and smooth and every bit as tight as she looked. He would have to be gentle with her at first. As he began rocking and thrusting Ashley lost control of her voice. That voice she barely used. Even with the music playing, someone at the party must have heard her. Alec grabbed her wet hair and pushed her face against the wet floor. She was almost wailing. Alec had never so completely dominated someone like this before. He could barely believe what she was letting him do. But he wanted to see her face so he flipped her over and held her ankles as far apart as they would go. Now he could see every reaction of hers. Her puckish gaze interrupted by electrifying shudders of pleasure as he pounded her and the slight distension below her belly as he drove his cock in and out.

"Am I your little piss slut?" she said with a breathy voice.

Her words made Alec cum. His fingers dug into her as she writhed on the wet floor, her arms flailing blindly, searching for something to brace herself with. But there was just the floor and Alec and the climax she could barely withstand vibrating through her tiny body. She went limp and gasped, realizing only then how out-of-breath she was. The muscles in Alec's thighs were on fire and he fell back against the wall, letting the sensation wash away. He looked at Ashley, naked and splayed open on the piss-soaked floor, her chest and stomach heaving.

"Yes, you are," he replied. "How are you feeling?"

Ashley couldn't speak but smiled at him, her mouth still open.

"Get dressed," Alec ordered.

"Should we shower off?" Ashley asked. They were laying right next to the shower.

"No. Get dressed."

Ashley stood on wobbly legs and pulled her skimpy leotard back on. It was cold now. She would have asked Alec to pee on her again to make her warm. Alec was nearly dressed. His clothes were mostly dry and the wet spots were barely visible on the black fabric, even in the bright bathroom light.

He took her by her wrist and led her back out through the crowded party. Ashley's makeup was running, her wet hair stuck to her forehead, and her thin, wet leotard clung to her tiny body. She knew everyone could see her. She wondered if they had any idea what she had been doing. She wondered if they could smell her. She spotted Maddie. Maddie saw her but Ashley avoided eye contact and tried to act normal.