Thirst

Blurb

 

Molly

My whole life, I’ve been a fat girl mooning after Alex Travers, my best friend’s older brother.

I never thought he would notice me.

But when he did – and oh, did he – my life turned into one explosive orgasm after another.

I knew I was falling in love with Alex. But I also knew that he’d never want someone like me – fat, shy, and boring.

Even though I was afraid of getting hurt, I couldn’t stay away from Alex. He’d popped my cherry.

But was he also going to break my heart?

Alex

On paper, I’m a firefighter.

But my real profession?

F*cking girls until they scream my name.

I’d never really noticed Molly Peters, the shy, chubby friend of my obnoxious little sister.

But learning she was a virgin turned me on more than anything. I was sick of slutty, loose women who threw themselves at me. I wanted a pure, innocent girl.

A girl I could educate in the ways of lust.

Little did I know, Molly would educate me, too.

In love.

Chapter One

Molly

“Hey, Mol – you get the answer for number four yet?”

I looked up and blinked at my best friend, Rebecca. We were sitting at the small table in our kitchen, roasting in the late-afternoon sunlight as we poured over homework.

Rebecca made a face. “No,” she said. “Ugh. This sucks, I’m so tired!”

“I know,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I am, too.”

“Remind me why we thought this was such a good idea again?”

I burst out laughing. “Because it is,” I said, shaking my head. “Besides, are you telling me that you’d rather be out working some minimum wage job?”

“Hey,” Rebecca shot back. “I have a degree.”

“Yeah, so do I,” I said. “And before I sent in my grad school applications, the only place willing to hire me was Starbucks!”

Rebecca snickered. “I know,” she said. “It’s awful.”

“But just a few years, and then we’ll be librarians,” I said encouragingly, pushing my workbook back towards my best friend. “And that’s gonna be awesome.”
Rebecca nodded. She pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. “Yeah,” she said. She sighed. “God, did I tell you? My dad is still trying to get me a job at his stupid firm, even though I don’t want it.”

I frowned. “That sucks.”

Rebecca’s parents hadn’t exactly been supportive of her decision – and mine – to enroll in a master’s program for library science. Since she’d started grad school, there had been no fewer than ten attempts to get her to drop out and “get a real job,” according to her asshole of a father.

“Yeah,” Rebecca said. She sighed. “It just hurts, you know? They’ve always accepted Alex, no matter what he did. He’s the golden child.”

I rolled my eyes. “Tell me about it,” I said, trying hard not to blush at the mention of Alex’s name. Rebecca’s older brother Alex was twenty-eight, gorgeous, and the biggest asshole I’d ever met. At six years my senior, I’d been in awe of Alex ever since Rebecca and I had met in grade school. I’d always nursed a secret crush on him…and he’d always teased me. No, teased isn’t the right word. Teasing implies some kind of friendliness, some hint of warmth.

No. What Alex had done – all of the things he’d done, over the years – had been mocking me, not teasing me.

It wasn’t even close.

“Alex is a special kind of jerk,” I said to Rebecca, tossing my brown curls over one shoulder.

“God, I know,” Rebecca complained. She shook her head. “My parents just like, forgive him for everything! He can’t be stopped,” she added. “It drives me crazy.”

Now that Alex was in my head, I hated to admit it, but I was starting to feel all warm and fluttery.

“I remember the first time I met him,” I said, an unfortunate dreamy quality sneaking into my voice. “He was a jerk, even back then.”

Rebecca frowned. “What happened?”

I flushed. “Oh, it was dumb,” I said. “Don’t worry about it.”

Rebecca nodded. “I should really be getting back to this anyway,” she said, pointing down at her work. “It’s due tomorrow.”

As Rebecca hunched over her work, I closed my eyes and thought back to the very first time I’d ever met Alex Travers.

“Hey, Molly! Over here!”

I glanced around in a panic, looking for my best friend Rebecca. We’d just started sixth grade, and it was the first year we’d be in separate classrooms. I’d been having anxiety about it all summer. My mother had basically told me to stop whining and get over it, that I’d make new friends, that maybe even it would be a good idea to put some space between Rebecca and me.

But that didn’t make me feel any better. I was a shy, nervous wallflower, just like Rebecca. We’d bonded in fourth grade, when a teacher had put us together on a project. Ever since then, we’d been close friends. I didn’t want to face the treacherous world of middle school without her.

“Hey!” I yelled. “How was your first day?”

Rebecca made a face as I pushed my way through the crowd.

“Not good,” she said when I got closer.

I sighed. “Me, neither,” I said. “I can’t believe this, it sucks so much. I wish my mom would call the school and have them put me in your class.”

“I know,” Rebecca said. She groaned. “My stupid brother is late – he’s supposed to be picking me up and taking me home. You want a ride?”

“Your brother?” My heart skipped a beat in my chest. Alex, Rebecca’s brother, was seventeen and a senior in high school. I’d never met him before, but I had seen pictures hanging in the hallway of Rebecca’s house. Alex was the hottest guy I’d ever seen. He looked just like Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic. Just seeing his pictures was enough to make me feel all hot and squirmy.

“Yeah, Alex,” Rebecca said, tossing her light brown hair over her shoulder and groaning. “I hate him, especially since he started driving! He thinks it makes him like, so cool, but he’s such a loser!”

“Why?” I wrinkled my nose.

“Because Mom and Dad let him get away with murder,” Rebecca said. She pulled her hair into a messy bun, then slung her My Little Pony backpack over her shoulder. I followed into the crowded hall and together, we pushed through the other kids. It was crazy – being with Rebecca always made me feel better, more confident about myself.

I had no idea how I was going to get through this year without her.

I shrugged. “I wish I had a brother,” I said, even though I was secretly happy to be an only child. “I get so lonely sometimes.”

Rebecca glared at me over the tops of her glasses. “You definitely don’t,” she said. “Having a brother sucks. It’s like, the worst thing on earth.”

Late August in New Jersey meant hot and humid days and I could barely breathe as I followed Rebecca outside. A line of cars was parked in front of the school – moms and dads hugging their kids and bundling them into the waiting cars.

“I don’t see him anywhere,” Rebecca said, shielding her eyes from the sun. “You should probably just take the bus.”

“No,” I said quickly.

Rebecca gave me a funny look. “Molly? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I mumbled, my cheeks burning bright red. “I’m fine.”

Rebecca slumped down and sat in a patch of shade on the concrete, crossing her legs over themselves and hunching over her backpack.

“I knew he’d be late,” she said, shaking her head and looking sour. “I told Mom he’d be late, but she didn’t care!”

I knew better than to argue with my friend. As much as I loved being best friends with Rebecca, I didn’t know why she seemed to hate her brother so much. How could anyone hate someone so cute, with that twinkle in his eye? He was pop-star handsome, surely he had to be really friendly and fun.

At twenty minutes past four, the roar of an engine filled my ears. I looked up to see Rebecca’s dad’s Mustang convertible, candy-apple red with the top down. Sure enough, the handsome boy from the photos was behind the wheel. When he saw Rebecca, he honked the horn and smirked.

Rebecca took a long time climbing to her feet. Alex threw me an amused look, then turned to his sister.

“Rebecca!” Alex said, smirking. “I had no idea you were such a little lesbo! Who’s this charming friend?”

“Shut up, Alex,” Rebecca said through gritted teeth. “This is my best friend, Molly.”

Alex made his eyes wide. “Oh, the famous Molly!” He raised an eyebrow and snickered. “I’ve heard so much about you!”

I bit my lip, blushing harder than I’d ever blushed in my life. It was almost as bad as the time I’d wet myself in second grade, right in the middle of the school play Alice in Wonderland.

“Hi,” I said shyly.

“Is that all you can say?” Alex teased. “The way Rebecca talks about you, I would’ve expected a lot more! Still growing out of your baby fat, I see,” he added.

“Shut up, Alex,” Rebecca hissed. “I hate you!”

Alex clucked his tongue and shook his head. “Well, too bad, sis,” he said. “Molly, care to join us?”

Still blushing, I clambered into the tiny backseat. Looking down at my chubby belly poking out of my shirt, I slunk down low.

“So, Rebecca, fun day at school?”

“Leave me alone,” Rebecca snapped. “I hate you. Just take Molly home.”

“Such anger!”

When Alex pulled up in front of my house, Rebecca got out of the passenger seat and let me out.

“Bye, Molly,” Alex said casually, winking at me. “You’re sexy.”

“Alex!” Rebecca cried, blushing herself. “I told you, leave her alone!”

The last thing I heard as I ran inside was Alex’s cold laughter, filling the air like smoke.

“Earth to Molly!” Rebecca said, snapping her fingers in the air.

I blushed hotly, the memory of Alex’s taunting still lingering in my mind.

“Sorry,” I said quickly. “What did you say?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Okay,” she said. “I can obviously tell you’ve got a thing for someone! You’ve been drifting off all afternoon! Spill,” she commanded, cocking her head to the side and looking at me over the edges of her glasses.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied. “I don’t have a crush on anyone!”

Rebecca shook her head and laughed. “You are so full of it,” she said. “Just tell me, Mol. You know I don’t care!”

I bit my lip. It’s your brother, I thought, wondering if I could ever confess how I really felt about Alex. But instantly, I knew – there was no way Rebecca would ever be accepting. Even if she didn’t totally hate her brother, she didn’t like her parents for favoring him. And while I knew she was right, it still made me feel a little weird.

"I can't," I said, biting my lip. “I don’t know. I don’t think he’d ever like me!”

“Well, I can’t even give you advice if you won’t tell me,” Rebecca said dryly. She closed her textbooks and leaned back in the chair with a sigh.

I wrinkled my nose. “You’ve never had a boyfriend, either.”

“Hey!”

“Well, it’s true.”

Rebecca looked sheepish. “No,” she said. “But I have had sex, remember?”

“I don’t know what I want,” I said softly.

“If he’s a college boy, he probably just wants sex.”

Again, Alex’s handsome face popped into my mind.

“He’s older,” I said. “Five or six years.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Alex is twenty-eight, and he’s still the biggest pig I’ve ever met. I don’t know how mature most guys are around that age, but I’d expect something better.”

I sighed. “Can we just not talk about your brother for like, ten minutes?” I asked, shaking my head. “It’s not that I don’t like him…”

“I know, you’re sick of my complaining,” Rebecca said. “I’m sorry. I’m just kind of mad – I really wish my family would come around!”

I nodded. “I know.” Suddenly, an image of a guy from school popped into my head. He wasn’t anything like Alex – he was lanky and lean, with dark hair in a braid, but he had smiled at me a couple of times. Once, he’d even told me that he liked my jeans.

“So?” Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “Who is this mystery would-be lover of yours?”

I wrinkled my nose. “Don’t say lover,” I said. “It’s so gross and seventies.”

Rebecca laughed. “Okay. Would-be suitor, then. Who is he?”

I swallowed hard and sat up straight. I’d never been a good liar, especially to Rebecca. I really hoped she’d buy my story.

“His name is Dan,” I said. “He’s the only guy in my class.”

“Oh, really,” Rebecca said. “Hey, I think I know him! Dark hair, always wears those sunglasses?”

I nodded. “Yep. That’s him.”

“He’s cute, he looks like a nice guy,” Rebecca said. “Wait – how do you know he’s older?”

I flushed brightly. “Um, I guessed,” I said. “He just seems to mature.”
To my immense relief, Rebecca nodded. “Yeah, you’re right,” she said. “So, you gonna do it?”

“Do what?”

“Ask him out,” Rebecca said. “God, Molly! You’re so dense sometimes.”

“I don’t know,” I said. My heart was pounding quickly just thinking about it…and I didn’t even like Dan in that way!

“Oh, come on – what do you have to lose?”

I sighed. “I guess you’re right. I’ll think about it.”

Rebecca grabbed my hand and squeezed. “Don’t think about it – just do it,” she said. “Oh, Mol! I’m so proud of you!”

I blushed. “Thanks, I think.”

Rebecca nodded. “Trust me, this is good!” She raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you’ll get a boyfriend!”

I bit my lip. I hope so, I thought. But when I closed my eyes, it was still Alex’s face in my mind.

 

Chapter Two

 

Molly

The next day, I took more care than usual with my appearance. Instead of my usual plus-size jeans and flowy peasant top, I put on a cute sundress with sandals. Rebecca showed me how to do a cat-eye with liquid liner, and after the fifth or sixth try, I actually got it to work. With a quick coat of mascara and some lip gloss, I felt like I actually looked cute for once.

I’ve always been fat. I don’t know what it is – Mom never had junk food lying around, and I never had problems with hiding candy. But a bad metabolism runs in my family. It was manageable when I was younger, but at twenty-two and two hundred and ninety pounds, I felt like a whale. It was easily the number one reason why I’d never tried to date. I saw other big girls in relationships, seemingly happy ones. But I could never work up the confidence – I knew that being rejected would absolutely shatter me and what was left of my self-esteem.

Unlike me, Rebecca was slender and slim. Yet she never tried dating either, she was too shy. In our senior year of college, she got drunk at a party and had sex with a guy in her anthropology class. She said it didn’t live up to the hype – that it felt “okay” but not amazing, and that he was too selfish to help her orgasm after she finished. She slept with him a few more times, but broke it off before he ever asked her out on a real date. The whole experience didn’t exactly fill me with anticipation, even if I was obviously jealous of Rebecca’s foray into sexual awakening.

After getting dressed, I had a light breakfast of cottage cheese and a hardboiled egg, then packed my lunch and set off towards campus. I had butterflies in my stomach about Dan, even though I knew it was stupid. I didn’t even like him – why was I so afraid of being rejected? It was completely dumb.

It’s because I’m dumb, I lamented as I climbed onto the shuttle bus that took me the short distance from the apartment I shared with Rebecca to the university where we studied library science. It’s because I’m a dumb fat girl and I won’t ever know what it feels like to fall in love.

The bus was late, and I had to run, breaking into a sweat and ruining my hair as I darted into the building. Class had already begun and I slid into a seat at the front, determined not to look at Dan.

The minutes dragged by. By the time class was over, I was shaking and sweating with my own fear. Finally, the professor called things to a close and gave us all our assignments for the next class. Swallowing hard, I stood up and waited awkwardly by the door.

“Hi, Molly,” Dan said. He smiled at me. “Are you okay?”

“Um, yeah,” I said, shifting my weight from one foot to the other and biting my lip. “I was wondering if you’d want to get coffee sometime.”

Dan laughed. It sounded nervous to me. “I don’t drink coffee,” he said.

“Oh.”

“But I like tea.”

“Tea is fine,” I said quickly. I smiled. “Thanks!” Turning on my heel, I started walking away.

“Hey, Molly!”

Turning around, I flushed when I saw Dan with his arms crossed over his chest. “Don’t you want my number?”

“Oh my god, I’m so stupid,” I said, darting back to Dan’s side. “Yeah. I’m sorry. You can just put in my phone and I’ll text you.”

I handed my phone over, cringing internally when Dan chuckled at my bright pink phone case. He carefully typed in his number, then handed it back to me. I slipped it in my pocket.

“Okay,” I said. “Um, Friday works for me. What about you?”

“Friday’s no good,” Dan said. “What about tomorrow? Do you have any classes?”

I nodded. “I’m free at four,” I said. “What about you?”

“Me, too. Let’s meet at the student union,” Dan said. “We can always go to Port City Java.”

“Okay. That sounds good.”

Dan nodded. To my relief, he smiled again. “Yeah,” he said. “See you then.”

As I waited for the bus, I tried to untangle my emotions. I wondered how I should be feeling – happy? Relieved? Excited? Some combination of all three.

When I got home, Rebecca was in the kitchen. “Hey!” She yelled. “How did it go?”

“He said yes,” I said. I couldn’t help breaking into a wide smile. “I can’t believe it, but we’re getting coffee tomorrow!”

Rebecca’s eyes went wide. “Wow, tomorrow? You move fast,” she said. “That’s awesome!”

“I’m just happy he didn’t laugh in my face,” I said, glancing down at my huge curvy body. “I thought for sure he was going to reject me.”

“I’m not surprised he said yes,” Rebecca said firmly. “You’re beautiful, Molly.”

I frowned. “I don’t think so.”

“Well, fake it until you make it,” Rebecca said. “Just act confident, and eventually you really will be!”

I groaned as I flopped into a chair and threw my schoolbag on the floor. “I don’t know,” I said. “I wish I believed that. I feel like I’m just going to be this fat awkward loser for the rest of my life.”

“Mol, you have got to stop calling yourself fat! And a loser, for that matter,” Rebecca said. “You’re only a loser if you act like a loser, and you never do!”

I shrugged. “I guess. It’s something, at least.”

“It’s huge,” Rebecca said kindly. “And this way, I don’t know, it’ll be good. Good for you, I mean. Like, even if things don’t work out…you’ll still have the practice of having talked to this guy, right?”

“I guess,” I said. “You’re probably right.”

Rebecca nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “I’m sure everything will work out, boo.”

“Can I have some wine?”

Rebecca laughed. “You’re being naughty,” she said. “It’s Monday!”

“I know, but I feel like I need it,” I said. “Professor Albert gave us fifty pages of reading before Wednesday, can you believe that? This is harder than I thought it would be,” I added. “Part of me wonders if I’m cut out for library school.”

“You are,” Rebecca said. “Although I’ve had the same thought.”

Suddenly, the bathroom door in the hallway swung open. Alex strode out, his chest puffed in the air. When I saw him, I gasped. My cheeks went flaming red and I bit my lip, blushing furiously.

“Well, well, well, Molly’s home!” Alex said in a mocking tone. He walked closer and pouted. “And she doesn’t think she’s cut out for library school, what a shame!”

“Shut up, idiot,” Rebecca said, throwing the words like daggers across the room. To me, she gave me an apologetic look and shrugged. “I had no idea he was coming over, he said he had something to tell me about Mom.”

All I could do was nod. My brief, newfound happiness sailed out the window as I watched Alex pick his way around the kitchen like a cat. He opened the pantry and searched through, humming under his breath as he flipped through our boxes of healthy cereal and granola and snacks.

“You’re so healthy,” Alex said in amazement. “The guys at the fire station would shit themselves if I showed up with this shit!”

“I like to watch what I eat,” I said modestly, looking down at my hands in my lap. They were sweater than ever and I wiped them on my damp skirt.

Alex looked at me for a long time. He let his blue eyes travel the length of my pudgy face, neck, breasts, and the rest of my body.

“What?” I asked. I could feel the blood rising back to my cheeks.

“Oh, nothing,” Alex said. “You just seem like a girl who doesn’t like to diet, that’s all.”

I was too stunned to respond.

“Shut up, Alex!” Rebecca said. She put her hands on her hips. “If you’re going to keep acting like such a jerk, go home!”

“Oh, sis,” Alex said, pouting. “I haven’t even told you why I’m here!”

“I don’t give a fuck if you can’t be here without being rude,” Rebecca said, sassing him back and glaring. I had to admit, I was happy my best friend was standing up for me. But I deserved to be made fun of – I was a huge whale. There was no way a guy like Alex would ever be interested in me.

I should just be happy that Dan said yes, I thought, trying to bring back the fun and excitement of my upcoming date. It doesn’t matter what Alex thinks – he’s a jerk!

“Sorry, Molly,” Alex said. He sniffed. “You’re a big, beautiful woman.”

Even though I knew he probably didn’t mean it, I blushed anyway.

Alex stepped closer and I caught a whiff of his woodsy, spicy cologne.

"Besides,” Alex said in a snide voice. “You must be doing something right! Unless I heard wrong, I think there was something about a date…”

“Shut up,” Rebecca said. “Alex, leave her alone!”

“Do you have plans with someone, Molly?” Alex asked, fluttering his lashes like a girl. I had to admit, he had better eyelashes than any girls I’d ever seen. “A date, with a boy from school?”

“He’s not a boy,” Rebecca thundered angrily. “He’s a man, and he wants to date Molly!”

“Wow, sis, you really need to dial back the lesbo stuff,” Alex said, snickering. “I can practically smell the fish sauce coming out of your panties from here!”

“That’s it!” Rebecca yelled. She grabbed Alex by the arm and dragged him out of the kitchen. Alex didn’t even resist, although I knew he could’ve thrown off his sister’s grip in a second.

“Bye, lovely Molly!” Alex called gaily over his shoulder, shouting to be heard over Rebecca’s angry cries.

I flushed hotly. A mix of anger and something new – something strange and warm and slippery – was building inside of my chest. What was it? Why could Alex always provoke me like that, like I was nothing to him?

It’s because I am nothing to him, I realized sadly. Tears welled up in my eyes and by the time Rebecca had slammed the door and thrown Alex out of our apartment with a loud curse, I was sobbing with my face buried in my hands.

“Oh, no,” Rebecca said. She sank into a chair and put her hand on my shoulder. “Mol, I’m so sorry – look, in the future, this place is an Alex-free zone, okay?”

“It’s not that,” I said, sniffling loudly as I sucked my liquid snot back inside my nose. “It’s just…he’s right, Rebecca. I’m fat, and any guy who would want to date me is obviously some kind of freak!”

“Molly, no! You can’t think like that,” Rebecca said. “Look, you’re going to go out with Dan and have a great time, okay?”

“Okay,” I said sadly. “I’ll try.”

“I’ll kill that asshole if he ever speaks to you again in that same way,” Rebecca said. “Hell, I’m actually just kind of tempted to kill him anyway. Would you mind?”

I sighed. “Don’t bother,” I said. “Maybe he’s right – maybe I should be trying harder to lose weight. Maybe I could join Weight Watchers?”

“Molly, don’t,” Rebecca said in a warning tone. “Don’t do this – you’re better than he is! You know that!”

I sighed, frowning. “I guess,” I mumbled. “Why does it feel so bad?”

“Because he’s a jerk and an asshole,” Rebecca said. “I’ve been putting up with his shit for twenty-two years, and I’m not gonna take it anymore. He’s gonna be sorry for this!”

I nodded in agreement, but secretly, part of me was just wishing to see Alex again.

 

Chapter Three

Alex

I get it.

I know.

I’m difficult.

That’s just it, though – my whole life has practically been a cakewalk. As soon as I realized that my parents could never say no to me – and believe me, I got that pretty fucking quick – I stopped caring about what I said. I stopped caring about what I did, or how I acted. Knowing I could get away with anything made my life fun…for a while.

But sometime, it all changed. I don’t want to be a cynic, but I think it was somewhere around the end of high school. By the time I was eighteen, I’d been laid hundreds of times with dozens of different girls. Being a popular football player didn’t hurt my case, either. And when I started volunteering with the local fire team…well, basically I always had my dick wet. I never had to work for it. Girls came onto me like gangbusters, each one of them more eager to prove herself than the last. Getting laid was easier than snapping my fingers.

It got old.

Of course, I never told anyone that. I never told anyone how bored I was becoming with my life, how badly I wanted some excitement.

But then I met a girl who I knew would ever have me. My sister’s best friend, Molly Peters. She was fat, shy, and awkward…yet, there was something undeniably hot about her. Even from the first time I saw her, I knew she would be my greatest triumph.

But after gently teasing and negging her for years, nothing worked. She remained aloof and shy.

That’s okay, I told myself as I straightened the knot in my tie. I hated wearing a tie. The best thing about being a firefighter was never having to worry about looking good for the job: it was more about staying alive. But sometimes, women liked to see me get all cleaned up.

I was feeling hornier than ever before as I pulled on a blazer and brushed my blonde hair away from my forehead with a little gel. I had a date with Sara Johnson. She was hot with bright green eyes, red hair, and a huge ass that I wanted to spank until she couldn’t walk. She was also a single mom – and rumored around town to be more than a little slutty.

Good, I thought. Giving my wrists a dab of cologne, I grabbed my wallet and shoved it in my pants. My cock was semi-hard already, just thinking about the way Sara’s tits would bounce when she rode me. I desperately wanted to get my dick wet, and I knew sweet little Sara was a good start.

When I picked her up, I climbed out of the car and smirked. Sara was standing in front of her house, looking nervous. She was wearing a tight black dress and her tits were on full display, proudly standing up and looking perkier than ever.

“Babe, you look so hot,” I said, looking over my sunglasses and making a show of trailing my eyes over Sara’s tight little body.

To my surprise, Sara grimaced. “I hate being called babe,” she said in a stiff way.

“Oh, well, sorry,” I said. I shrugged. “Most women like that.”

Sara’s green eyes flashed with anger. “I’m not like most women,” she said, shaking her head.

“Feisty,” I muttered under my breath. Feisty’s good, I added in my head. She’ll be a real hellcat in the sack later.

I opened the door for Sara, then reached across her curvy tits and buckled her in. She stiffened when my arm brushed against her chest.

“Hey,” she said. “Don’t be fresh with me, Alex. We barely know each other!”

I smirked. “I know quite a lot about you,” I said as I shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side. And you’re going to suck my cock damn well later, I can tell just from looking at those fat lips of yours.

Thinking of lips made my cock swell with desire. I tried to think about what Sara’s other lips would look like. Pink, brown? Loose from having that kid or still tight and luscious? I imagined her soaked slit, visible through the white panties I wasn’t even sure if she was wearing under her dress.

She’s one hot bitch, I thought, glancing sideways at her as I pulled onto the highway. And tonight, she’s mine.

“So,” Sara said, clearing her throat and shifting in the seat. I couldn’t help but stare at the curve of her breasts. “Have you ever been to La Casa Miso before?”

I shook my head. “No, but a buddy told me it was good.”

“Oh, someone you work with?”

I nodded. He was the same one who told me about how easy you are, I thought as I gracefully steered my Mustang across two lanes without slowing down. And he told me your trick – all I have to do is tickle the back of your knee, and I’m in.

“How long have you been fighting fires?”

“Years. Uh, ten, I think,” I said. “I started volunteering back when I was seventeen, and I knew it was the only thing I wanted to do.”

“Why?”

“Excuse me?” I turned and looked at her, surprised. Most women loved hearing that I was a firefighter. It was like they got wet instantly, just from thinking about my brawny self-rushing into a burning building and coming back with three children tucked under my arms, their chubby cheeks smeared with ashes.

“I just have no idea why anyone would want to willingly put their life in danger like that,” Sara said, frowning. She sighed and stretched, pushing her breasts out even further. “I mean, it’s scary.” She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. “When I was eleven, my parents’ house caught fire. We were all okay – I mean, even the cats survived. But it was so scary, I still remember how hot it felt to be trapped in that house before the firetrucks showed up.”

I laughed dryly. “Well, without people like me, you wouldn’t have been okay,” I said.

“So that’s why you do it, then? To help people?”

I shrugged. In truth, that wasn’t the reason at all. I did it because it was like being in fraternity, even in my late twenties. I did it because chicks dug it, because I couldn’t go anywhere in the tri-county area without getting free drinks or pizza…or snatch, for that matter. I still remembered one time, years ago, when I’d gone to a strip club for a buddy’s bachelor party. The girls had been all over me, just because I’d still been wearing my shirt from work. They’d given me free lap dances (and more) all night long. If I closed my eyes, I could still remember the perfect pink lips of a stripper named Bunni wrapped around my hard cock, sucking like her life depended on it.

“Yeah, I guess,” I said, after a long pause. “What do you do?”

As I pulled into the parking lot of La Casa Miso, I shoved my car into park and climbed out, waiting impatiently for Sara and her tits to join me. She climbed out, almost stumbling in her platform high heels.

“I’m a teacher,” Sara said. “Elementary school. When I first had Josiah, I dropped out of college, but then I went back to night school and finished up.” She looked at me, obviously proud of herself.

“That’s nice,” I said.

“Yeah,” Sara replied. Her voice took on a dreamy tone. “I just love the little kids, you know? They’re all so sweet and eager to learn. It’s like, who could possibly turn them down?”

I snorted. “I’m not really a kid person,” I said.

“Oh.” Sara sounded wounded. “I love them. I love being around kids.”

“So I take it you want more, then?”

Sara flushed, giving a delicious pink undertone to her pale skin. “I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe when Josiah is a little older…but I don’t know that I could go through the whole baby and toddler thing again.” She made a face. “I like kids, but really when they’re only old enough to take care of themselves.”

I forced a laugh. God, she’s boring, I thought. A maître d appeared and showed us to our table, right in the middle of the room.

“Look,” I said to Sara. “We’re on display.”

Sara looked around, clearly embarrassed. She didn’t say anything, and I realized she was waiting for me to pull her chair out for her. Smirking, I slid into my seat and raised my eyebrows.

“Waiting for something?” I asked snidely.

Sara flushed again before sitting down and scooting closer to the table. “No,” she said. “Do you like wine?”

“Wine is for chicks,” I said. “But I’ll get you a bottle if you want. You just have to promise to be good.” I leaned forward and raised an eyebrow.

Sara shot me a confused look. “What does that even mean? And I don’t want a whole bottle,” she added. “God, I’m not some lush. I have to get home to my son!”

Smirking, I reached for the wine list. “I think you deserve something nice,” I purred. “Just tell me what you like and I’ll get the most expensive bottle.”

Sara flushed. “I like pinot noir,” she said. “Something about red wine always makes me feel sexy.” She gave me a look that set my balls aching with lust.

Good, I thought. You’re going to be ripe for the taking by the time we’re through with the first course. And then I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked in your life.

The sommelier appeared and I ordered a bottle of wine for Sara, plus a beer for me. When he returned with our drinks, I clinked my bottle against Sara’s thin glass.

“To new friends,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “And promising beginnings.”

Sara giggled. She closed her eyes as she took a sip of wine, making an ecstatic face. I smirked as I imagined what she would be like in the throes of an orgasm, riding my cock until I was soaked with the juices from her pussy.

With that delicious image fresh in mind, I reached under the table until my fingers grazed Sara’s knee. Her eyes flew open and she gasped.

“Alex! What are you doing?”

I grinned and took a long swallow of beer, pushing my fingers higher and higher on her soft, creamy thighs.

“I told you,” I said. “I think you deserve something nice. What, did you think I was talking about wine?”

Sara’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ of surprise and she pushed my hand away, looking indignant.

“I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am,” she said hotly. “But I would never sleep with someone on the first date! I don’t even kiss on the first date,” she said, standing up with such force that her chair fell to the ground behind her. “That’s just not decent,” she said, glaring at me.

I shrugged. “Baby, you fucked Ernie Cousins and had his kid,” I said. “You’re a single mom, what the hell do you think guys think when they see that?”

Sara didn’t reply. She looked stunned – almost like I’d slapped her across the face.

“They think you’re an easy slut,” I said. “That’s what men think when they realize a woman is a single mother.”

Tears sprang to Sara’s green eyes and her chin began to wobble.

“I hate you,” Sara spat. “And don’t ever call me again!” Turning on her heel, she stalked out of the restaurant. I settled back against my chair, half-enjoying the rude stares from all of the other patrons. When Sara’s heels hit the marble foyer floor, she went crashing down in a tangle of limbs. Her tits popped out of her tight dress and my cock sprang into action at the sight of her big, pink nipples and round white tits.

God, I’d love to put my cock between those, I thought as I watched Sara burst into hysterical sobs. The maître d rushed over and grabbed her arm, hauling her up as she fumbled with her dress. The whole restaurant was silent as Sara rushed out into the bright afternoon.

“Nothing to see,” I called loudly, smirking and turning my face around the room. “Just a little too much wine, that’s all!”

The waiter approached and gave me a cautious look. “Sir? Would you like the bill?”

I burst out laughing. “Fuck no.” I said. “I’m starving! Bring me the escargot and veal parmigiana.”

The waiter narrowed his eyes for a brief second and I relished the hatred I saw there.

“Very good, sir,” he said. “I’ll be right back with your escargot.”

So I’m not getting laid tonight, I thought as I took a long drink of beer. But at least I got a free show!

 

Chapter Four

Molly

“God, I’m nervous,” I said to Rebecca, tugging at my shirt to make it sit just right on my shoulders. “I look so bloated today!”

Rebecca shook her head. “You look great,” she said. “I’ve never seen you look prettier, Molly.”

I frowned. “Something’s not right,” I muttered. “I just feel so awkward!”

“Well, you look beautiful,” Rebecca said.

Alex’s taunts flashed through my mind and I shuddered. How could anyone be so repulsive and so attractive at the same time? It not only didn’t make sense – it felt like a cruel joke from the universe.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Rebecca said quietly. “And Molly, don’t. Don’t put yourself through the ringer just because my brother is an asshole.”

I sighed. “Okay,” I said. “I promise I’ll try.”

When the time came for me to leave for class, Rebecca handed me a little pouch with some essentials.

“There’s floss in there, and mints, and some blotting papers in case your face gets too oily,” she said. “And I put in some hairspray, too. It’s windy outside today.”

I hugged her tightly. “You’re the best,” I said. I meant it, too.

Rebecca smiled self-consciously. “I just want to help, that’s all,” she said. “I won’t leave the door open in case you stay out all night!”

I burst out laughing. “I highly doubt that,” I said. “We’re just getting coffee and it’s right on campus. I’ll probably be home an hour or two later than usual.”

Rebecca raised an eyebrow suggestively. “Just have fun,” she said. “That’s the most important part, after all.”

I shrugged. “I just hope I don’t get so nervous that I do something stupid,” I said. “God, I can’t believe this is finally happening!”

“I know,” Rebecca said. “You’d better go, you’ll be late otherwise!”

Grabbing my schoolbag, I slung it over my shoulder and went outside to wait for the bus. I didn’t have to wait long – in just a few minutes, I was bouncing all the way down the highway to my university.

Class dragged on and on. I kept looking at the clock expecting to see that twenty minutes had passed when it hadn’t even been thirty seconds. Still, being excited was a good thing. Is that what I was feeling? Butterflies in my stomach, my heart beating as rapidly as a hummingbird’s?

Am I excited, I wondered as I doodled my name on my notebook. Or am I just nervous? Is that what being excited is supposed to feel like?

Somehow, Alex’s cruel words came rushing back to me at that very moment and I almost passed out. I can’t do this, I thought. Just then, the clock struck four.

“Okay, everyone,” the professor called. “See you next week!”

With a groan, I hauled my heavy body from my chair and walked towards the door. Other people pushed around me in a crush of desperate bodies and I was dragged along, powerless to stop myself.

Dan was waiting in the student union, just like he’d said. When he saw me, he smiled.

“Hey,” Dan said. “How are you? How was class?”

I sighed with relief. Class was good – class was something I could talk about, and not feel flustered.

“It was good,” I said. “I mean, you know, not really. It felt like it dragged on forever.” I flushed. Oh, shit, I shouldn’t have said that, now he’s going to think I’m obsessed with him!

“For me, too,” Dan said. “I stayed up way too late last night and now I can barely keep my lids open.”

“Oh,” I said quickly. “Um, do you still want to get coffee? I mean, tea,” I added. “If you’re not feeling well, we don’t have to do this today. We could do it later, or next week!”

Dan laughed and put his hand on my shoulder. “Molly, relax,” he said. “I’m fine. I want to do this, okay?”

I nodded. “Sorry,” I said. “I’m just nervous.”

Dan gave me a friendly smile. “No reason to be nervous,” he said. “I promise, I won’t bite.”

I flushed. "I didn’t exactly think you would bite me,” I said, shaking my head.

Dan laughed. “Look, I get it – you’re nervous,” he said. “But really, Molly, calm down. There’s no reason to be upset about anything.”

I nodded. “Okay,” I said. “Thanks for that.”

Dan led the way across the campus to Port City Java, a hip little coffee shop frequented by students and townies alike. Immediately, it occurred to me how much Alex would hate some place like this.

Get him out of your head, you’re with someone else, I thought as Dan led me towards the counter.

“So, what are you having?”

I looked up and scanned the board. “Um, I don’t know,” I said. “What’s good?”

The girl behind the counter laughed. “Everything,” she said. “What do you like?”

I wrinkled my nose. “I hate bitter things,” I said.

Dan nodded. “Let’s get her a buttercrunch toffee java freeze, and I’ll have a chai tea latte with soy milk.”

When I reached for my wallet, Dan laughed and shook his head.

“No, Molly, this is my treat,” he said. “Don’t even worry about it.”

We stood awkwardly by the counter and I listened to the whirr and buzz of the various fancy coffee machines.

“What are you liking most about the program so far?”

I shrugged. “Just being in it, honestly. It was always my dream to go to library school. Well, my dream and my friend Rebecca’s dream, too. She’s in the program but her schedule is totally different, we had to sign up for different sections because she works part time.”

Dan whistled. “Working and going to school is tough,” he said. “What about you?”

“I’m not working right now.” I blushed. “I actually got a scholarship, which is like, super rare for a terminal master’s program.”

“Good for you,” Dan said.

The barista slid our drinks to Dan and I smiled when I saw the chocolate-laden confection topped with whipped cream.

“This looks amazing,” I said as I wrapped my hands around the chill plastic cup. “How did you know what I wanted?”

Dan shrugged. “You look like a girl who likes her desserts.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What does that mean?”

“Hey, I didn’t mean anything bad by it,” Dan said. “Really, it’s cool. I have a sweet tooth, too.”

I flushed.

“Molly, if I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t, okay?”

I nodded. “Okay,” I said.

Dan led the way to a table and I followed behind. Now that my initial anxiety had worn off, I was starting to wonder just why I’d asked him out in the first place. Because Rebecca had told me to? Or because I’d actually wanted to?

I felt like a jerk thinking of the truth, but I didn’t really want to date Dan. And now, if things went well, would I be stuck in some kind of awkward relationship that lasted way too long?

Or what? Would we break up, and I wouldn’t even be able to go to class without thinking of him and how dumb I’d been?

“What’s wrong? You’re frowning,” Dan said. “Everything okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Um, I’m sorry. This is the first time I’ve done this,” I said.

“Done what? Had coffee with a friend?”

A friend? What?

I cocked my head to the side. “Um, I’m sorry – I don’t know what you mean.”

Dan laughed, but it wasn’t entirely a happy sound. He sounded a little embarrassed, actually.

“Molly, you’re a nice girl,” Dan said. “You really are, but I’m not interested.”

“What?” I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping. “Then why did you agree to go out with me?!”

Dan flushed and took a sip of his latte, looking truly uncomfortable. “Molly, I’m gay,” he said.

“What?”

Dan gave me a look. “Don’t make me repeat that,” he said. “I know you understood.”

“I did…it’s just…you’re gay? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Dan laughed nervously. “I didn’t mention it because I thought you knew,” he said, shaking his head. “I thought you wanted to make a friend in your program. So you’re a little shy and awkward – that’s nothing to worry about. Plenty of people are shy and awkward, Molly.”

I sank down low in my seat. “You’re gay,” I muttered. “I can’t believe it.”

Dan gave me an awkward smile and shrugged. I hated to admit it, but the more I looked at him, the more I realized he was right. His hair was too perfectly tied with an Indian leather band, and his skin was flawless – even better than Rebecca’s, and she’s a total Sephora addict.

“Oh my god,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m so embarrassed!”

Dan laughed. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’m just sorry you thought this was a date.”

My cheeks flamed bright red. “Now you probably get why I was so nervous,” I said softly.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Dan said. He smirked. “You should’ve seen me in high school – I had more girls flocking around me than the football players.”

“I can believe it,” I said, although I really couldn’t. At least, not compared with Alex.

“Well, now we can be friends,” Dan said. “Or you know, not,” he added.

I bit my lip. “Do you think I could ask you a favor?”

Dan nodded. “Sure.”

“How…how can I get a boyfriend?”

“Oh, god, if I knew the answer to that, I’d bottle it up and sell it for a million dollars,” Dan said with a laugh. When he saw the look on my face, he pretended to groan. “Look, Molly,” Dan said. “I can’t tell you how to just get a boyfriend. But if you had a specific guy in mind…aside from me, that is,” he said.

I blushed.

“You do, you little slut,” Dan said playfully. He leaned back against his chair and sipped his latte. I wondered how I’d ever mistaken him for a straight man.

“I do,” I said, blushing hotly.

“Who is it?”

I sighed. “My best friend’s brother.”

Dan made a face. “Oh, honey,” he said. “You need to pick a better target than that!”

I bit my lip. “Why?”

Dan laughed. “I know the type. Older, gorgeous, experienced. Right?”

I nodded.

“Someone like that wouldn’t be good for you,” Dan said. “I don’t mean offense with that remark, Molly. But you should be realistic.”
I took a long sip of my chocolatey drink and frowned. “Maybe,” I said softly. “I have no idea.”

 

Chapter Five

Alex

“Man, I’m so fuckin’ bored,” Rob whined. “Why is this town so shitty?”

I rolled my eyes. “Because we’re not that far from New York, dipshit. Why do something here when we could just go there?”

“I’m not in the mood for traffic,” Rob said. “Or those gold-diggers who think fireman actually make decent cash.”

“Speak for yourself,” I said archly. “I do all right.”

Rob shook his head and laughed. “You don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “Theresa sucks all of my extra cash like a fucking vacuum.”

I raised an eyebrow. “As long as she blows like one, too,” I said.

Rob punched me in the arm. “That’s my girl,” he said.

“Yeah, and you talk shit about her all the time.” I groaned. “I’m sick of it.”

“Dude, you’re my best friend,” Rob said. “I talk to you about everything.”

“Why not stop trying to sound like such a fag,” I said. I picked up a pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, propping it against my lip. “You know what?”

“What?”

“We should go bother my little sister,” I said with a wicked grin. “She hates my guts. Maybe she’ll flirt with you, soothe your wounds a little bit.”

“Rebecca?”

“Yeah. She lives with that weird friend of hers, Molly.”

“Oh my god, knitting club,” Rob said with a lisp. He made an obnoxiously happy face, then groaned. “I’d rather cut my dick off then hang out with those virgins.”

“Virgins are good at learning,” I said, raising an eyebrow. Molly’s name had conjured her image in my mind – a short girl, her curves spilling out of a skimpy sundress as her dark brown hair blew in the wind. I want to fuck her, I thought, looking down at my lap and imagining Molly’s fat ass slapping against my muscular thighs. I want to give that girl a night like she’s never had in her life.

“Yeah, well, Theresa would be pissed if she found out,” Rob said. He smirked. “She never got over me fucking Kelly again.”

“Kelly’s a fat pig,” I said.

“So’s that girl, what’s her name? Holly?”

“Molly,” I said, hating how quickly her name came to my mind. “And it’s different. There’s something so desperate about her. Like she’d let you fuck her in the ass without lube just for attention.”

“Whatever, man,” Rob said, shaking his head. “I don’t wanna know your kinky shit.”

I rolled my eyes. "Come on, get up," I said, gesturing towards the door. "I gotta get some beer, anyway. I'm out."

Rob grunted and groaned but hauled his ass up and followed me outside. We got into my Mustang and I shoved the car into gear before pointing it toward the other side of town.

When Rebecca answered the door, her face fell. “I’m expecting a package,” she said, sounding miserable. “Besides, you’re not allowed in here again! Not after last time,” she added, crossing her arms over her chest.

I rolled my eyes. “Funny, I remember something Mom said…about how she paid the security deposit for this place, which gives me free reign as your brother.”

Rebecca narrowed her eyes. “That’s not fair,” she said. “You’re not allowed inside. Molly’s here.”

My cock twitched and I grinned. “Good,” I said. “I wanted to see her, anyway.”

Rebecca shook her head. “You’re such an asshole, do you know that?”

“Not only do I know it, I take pride in it,” I said, grinning like a fool. “Now come on, let us in.”

Rebecca stared at me for a minute, raising her eyebrows and drawing herself up to her full height. She had nothing on me, but she did have the same intimidating blue eyes as I – we both got them from our father.

But unlike me, the rest of Rebecca was rather unremarkable. She was skinny enough, sure, but her constant habit of pushing her glasses up on her nose and her snotty way of talking was more than enough to turn off any guys in the nearby area.

“Hey, Rebecca,” Rob said, smirking at my younger sister. “You look good. Remember me?”

Well, any guys except for Rob, I guess.

“Yeah,” Rebecca said. “What do you want? Why are you over here?”

“I’m starving,” I said, walking into the kitchen. “Come on, tell me Molly has a cake or something hidden in there.”

“Jesus! Stop it,” Rebecca snapped. “You have to promise to be good, or I’ll throw you out.”

I shrugged. “Whatever,” I said. “Make some pasta, will you.”

Rebecca seethed but after a moment, she stepped into the kitchen and set a large pot of water to boil. Rob kicked back in the living room while I looked through the fridge and found a six pack of light beer. Grabbing two cans, I tossed one to Rob and settled down on the couch.

“Hey,” Rebecca called. “That’s Molly’s beer! Don’t drink it all!”

“Molly likes beer?” I popped the can open and slurped some cold suds down. “No shit!”

“Yeah,” Rebecca said, eyeing me warily. “Just be nice, okay?”

I gave her an innocent smile at batted my lashes like a girl. “I am nice,” I said. “Right, Rob?”

“Huh?” Rob turned to me, his lids hanging low over his eyes like he was stoned.

“Never mind, retard,” I said. “I was just saying how nice I am, that’s all.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah, Alex is real nice,” Rob said.

“Shut up, fucker,” I said. Getting to my feet, I stretched and belched loudly before pouring the rest of the beer down my throat and sauntering down the hall.

“Molly, oh Molly, where are you,” I called, glancing into each room as I passed.

“Leave her alone!” Rebecca called from the kitchen. “I wouldn’t blame her if she was hiding in the closet because of you!”

I burst out laughing. “Unlike you, darling sister, I’m pretty confident Molly never had to worry about being in the closet,” I called back loudly. “We all know you’re a pining dyke, but Molly is straight as an arrow.”

Just as I was about to open a closed door at the end of the hall, it swung open. Molly stood there in cotton shorts that rode up her round thighs and a faded t-shirt. Her tits hung heavily, the nipples poking through the cotton. A wave of molten lust crawled through my body at the sight of her scantily-clad frame.

“What do you want?” Molly asked.

“I wanted to see you,” I said, leaning against the doorframe and smirking. “Come on, I’m sorry about last time. I shouldn’t have made you cry.”

Molly didn’t reply.

“How was your date, anyway?” I asked casually, leaning against the doorframe. “Have fun?”

Molly narrowed her eyes. “Since when do you care?”

“Hey, I’m a nice guy,” I said, cocking my head to the side. “And I’m interested in the little sister of my best friend.”

Molly’s eyes went wide and her mouth formed a small ‘o.’

“What?” I asked. “I’m your friend too, right?”

“She’s not your friend!” Rebecca yelled.

I stepped closer, close enough for my hand to brush against Molly’s bare, plump thigh. Up close, she smelled like strawberries and vanilla and my cock started to throb in my pants.

“Well?” I asked softly. “Are you?”

“I don’t know,” Molly said. She bit her lip.

“Tell me about your date,” I said. Suddenly, I was dying to know. I wanted to know if Molly had been fucked so hard she couldn’t walk away. I wanted to know if she’d moaned and sweated and called a male name loudly into the air.

“He was gay.”

My eyebrows shot up. “What?”

“You heard me,” Molly said warily. She took a step back and I looked over her short frame into her room. It was girlish – lots of pastel pink and tulle everywhere – and I could smell a sweet, musky scent coming from the bed. It made me want to lie down and hump the mattress until my cock was bloody.

“So, he was gay and he still asked you out? What happened there?”

Molly flushed. She gnawed on her lip with creamy white teeth and I was tempted to tangle my hand in her hair and pull her close, kiss until she began to moan.

“I asked him out,” she said in a voice so quiet I could barely hear her.

“My sister’s making pasta,” I said. “Come out of your room, have a beer with me and you can meet my friend Rob.”

Molly bit her lip again. The temptation to grab her and pull her close was stronger than ever before but I ignored it, willing my cock to go flaccid so Molly wouldn’t see.

“Come on,” I said. “A little spaghetti to soothe the pain of your homosexual date?”

Molly burst out laughing, then gave me a guilty look. “I shouldn’t have laughed at that,” she said, shaking her head and letting her brown curls fall over her shoulders. “But I was so surprised.”

I got the impression that Molly wasn’t used to being candid with anyone except for Rebecca.

“Well, tell me about it,” I cajoled. “Come on, over a snack.”

Molly sighed. She closed her eyes and a deep crease appeared in her forehead. Against my better judgment, I stepped forward, wrapped my arm around her thick waist, and crushed her to my body. Molly barely had time to cry out before I pressed my lips to hers, tasting that strawberry and vanilla, tasting her secret self.

Molly wilted in my arms. She threw her wrists around my neck and swooned. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and Molly moaned.

She’s never been kissed, I realized. This is her first time.

The kiss was sloppy, but intoxicating – like strawberry wine, or peaches and cream. Sliding my hands down Molly’s back, I cupped her ass and squeezed the skin in my hands, kneading her cheeks through the thin shorts until she was squirming and whimpering into my mouth.

Yeah, I thought. Yeah, girl, you like that? There’s a whole lot more for you.

“Mmmm,” Molly purred. She broke away, her lip glistening with saliva. Her pale cheeks were bright red and she was breathing hard. My cock twitched stiffly in my pants and I suppressed a groan. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and right into bed, but I restrained myself. Molly slowly pulled away. Her eyes flicked over me like that of a nervous doe’s.

“What was that?” Molly asked. “Why did you kiss me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“I wanted to,” I said with a shrug. “Was it okay?”

Molly squirmed. Her flush deepened to a crimson red and she bit her lip, licking away the taste of me.

Stepping close, I took Molly’s wrists and pushed her backwards. She cried out in surprise as she fell on her bed. In second, I climbed on top of her and pinned her down.

“You’re a virgin,” I growled in Molly’s ear. Gently nipping and sucking at her earlobe, I traced my tongue around the hot spiral of flesh.

Molly didn’t answer with words, only a whimper. She arched her back and her enormous tits pushed against my chest, driving me wild.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I whispered in her ear, trailing my fingernail down Molly’s exposed neck. She was breathing hard and a warm, musky scent filled my nostrils – the scent of her pussy juice, waiting for me to lap it up like a hungry dog.

“Mn,” Molly whimpered.

“And you’re going to like it,” I added.

For a second, we lay tangled like lovers. Then, with a breathtaking amount of restraint, I climbed off the bed, walked out of Molly’s room, and sauntered down the hall.

“Hey, Rebecca,” I called. “Forget about the pasta. Rob, let’s go.”

Rob glanced up. “Why? I’m having fun,” he said, gesturing towards a basketball game on television.

“Well, fuck that,” I said. “We’re leaving.”

As Rob and I let ourselves out of Rebecca’s apartment, I couldn’t stop thinking about Molly and the sweet, sweet scent of her cunt.

 

Chapter Six

Molly

After Alex left, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. My pulse was racing and my whole body was trembling for want of his touch. I never would have expected him to kiss me…not in a million years! And not only had he kissed me…

He’d held me down in my bed and told me he wanted to fuck me.

“Molly!” Rebecca called. “They just left! It’s okay, you can come out now!”

I swallowed nervously. I was afraid to open my mouth, to let the ghost of Alex’s kisses escape.

“Okay!” I called back. “Thanks! I’ll be out in a minute!”

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and forced myself to sit up. My head was still spinning and goose bumps broke out over my body as I wrapped my arms around myself and hugged tightly.

Alex had told me he’d wanted to sleep with me.

But why?

Why would he want someone like me? Heck, why would he actually want me? Did he have a secret fat girl fetish? Was it some kind of elaborate stunt, like a joke?

Or did he just get off on seeing me squirm?

I didn’t understand any of it. The whole time I’d known Alex – practically half my life – he’d always had gorgeous girls hanging off at least one of his arms. They weren’t even normally beautiful girls – they were like supermodels. I remember there was one time where I could’ve sworn that he was walking around with pre-meltdown Britney Spears hanging off of his arm.

“Molly, it’s really okay!” Rebecca yelled loudly. “You can come out, I swear, it’s fine!”

“Just give me a minute!” I yelled back. “I’m doing something in here!”

Suddenly, for what felt like the first time in my life, I was annoyed with my best friend. As soon as I realized it, the guilt hit me like a ton of bricks.

It’s not her fault – she has no idea how you feel about Alex, I thought to myself as I rolled my legs off my bed and climbed shakily to my feet. And if she did…god, I can’t even begin to imagine how angry she’d be!

Swallowing nervously, I walked over to my mirror, expecting to see a completely different Molly. I felt like a completely different girl – a sensual girl, a sexy girl that men want to grab and squeeze and kiss and fuck.

But I looked exactly the same. My drab brown hair fell to my back in loose ringlets, and my pudgy face looked even chubbier since I was so pale.

I really should try to lose some weight, or get a tan or something, I thought as I cocked my head to the side and scrutinized myself. If Alex is going to pursue me, won’t he want me to look better?

Then a strange thought came into my head. What if he didn’t want me to lose weight, or anything like that? What if he just liked me because of…well, me?

I shook my head. No – there was no way that was true. Alex wasn’t that kind of guy. In all the years I’d known him, I’d never seen him with a girl bigger than a size two.

So, what was it, then?

I could practically feel Rebecca’s irritation streaming in from the kitchen, so reluctantly I walked out into the hall.

“Hey,” I said.

Rebecca narrowed her eyes. “What was all that about?”

I shrugged. “Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to bother you. I guess I’m just not feeling very well.”

Rebecca nodded heartily. “Yeah, tell me about it,” she said. “When my brother showed up, I thought I was going to be sick! And did you see his weird best friend, Rob?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I didn’t come out of my room, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” Rebecca sat down and frowned. “Hey, I was thinking – we should go out somewhere. Dress up a little, maybe just have a couple of drinks.”

I laughed. “Are you trying to set me up with someone?”

“No,” Rebecca said. She shook her head. “I just thought it might be fun. We never go out, Molly.”

“There’s a reason for that,” I said. “I hate bars – they’re full of loud, obnoxious guys cheering on some stupid sports team that they care about because they’re dumb savages.”

Rebecca laughed. “What if we find someplace quiet? Like, a wine bar? Wouldn’t that be fun?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, because pretentious hipsters with berets and glasses of fifteen-dollar house wine are totally our thing.”

“Molly, give it a chance,” Rebecca said. “Look…” She bit her lip, looking away. “I know you’re lonely, okay? I am, too. But we’re never going to meet anyone if we don’t go out. I’m not saying that we go poach husbands, or anything. But it might be nice to make a new friend or two.”

I shrugged. “I’m not lonely,” I lied. I’m just horny and desperate and I want to have sex with your brother more than anything else in this world.

“Well, no harm done then if we don’t meet anyone,” Rebecca chirped. “Come on, up with you.”

I sighed and got to my feet, breathing heavily from the small effort.

“Okay,” I said, holding up my finger. “One drink, and that’s it. You got it?”

“Two?” Rebecca smiled, looking at me over the tops of her glasses. “Come on, Molly. It’s not much. My treat.”

“Okay,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Let me go get ready.”

It was a relief to be back in the privacy of my own bedroom, away from Rebecca’s relentless optimism and chirping. I loved her – I really did – but I was starting to wonder if maybe I wouldn’t be happier living in my own place.

That’s ridiculous, I thought. I’ve lived with Rebecca since I was seventeen! I can’t move out just because I keep fantasizing about Alex!

But even though I knew it was dumb, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about it. Maybe I’d get a little studio, someplace small, that wouldn’t be too hard to clean. Maybe I could even get a pet. I’d always wanted a cat – childishly, I was afraid of large dogs – and then I’d have my own space.

And then reality sank in. I wouldn’t be Sexy Molly, out on the town, always fending off suitors. I’d be Lonely Molly, curled up with a cat in an apartment that reeked of cat piss and dirt. I’d be Repulsive Molly, sitting in front of the television with a giant bag of potato chips, weeping at old I Love Lucy reruns.

Shuddering, I forced the image out of my mind. Shedding my t-shirt and shorts, I looked down at my belly. It jiggled when I walked – and my stretch marks looked like the craters on the moon. Hot shame flooded my body. There’s no way Alex would still want me if he could see me like this, I realized. No way in hell.

I opened the doors of my closet and peered inside. I didn’t really have any nice clothes. After my failed “date” with Dan, Rebecca had suggested a makeover…but I hadn’t exactly taken her suggestion to heart. I frowned as I pulled out a short purple dress that flared out from the bust. It didn’t exactly hide my belly, but it did make me look slightly more streamlined and less heavy. With a pair of Spanx underneath, I almost looked like a normal girl.

Rebecca was tapping her foot impatiently by the door when I emerged from her bedroom.

“You look nice,” Rebecca said. “Is that new?”

I wrinkled my nose. “You know darn well it’s not,” I said. “I’ve had this for years. You look nice, too, though.”

Rebecca nodded. “Thanks,” she said. She looked down at her outfit – white skinny jeans with an oversized t-shirt. “I feel so self-conscious in these pants. I can’t wear white without suddenly fearing I’m about to get my period!”

I laughed. “I know exactly what you mean,” I said. “Let’s go.”

Rebecca and I took the shuttle to campus, then caught a cab downtown. Rolling Hills wasn’t much – mostly, if people were looking for excitement, they just went into New York. But it was something, and the downtown had recently been revamped with a whole new line of fast-casual restaurants and stores with clothes that wouldn’t fit me in a million years.

Rebecca led the way into a little wine bar – Le Cirque – and I nervously followed behind, glancing around to see who was staring at the whale and her petite friend. To my pleasant surprise, we only attracted a few looks as we walked to the bar and sat down.

“I’ll have a glass of…” I trailed off, looking down. “Actually, do you just have beer?”

The bartender smiled and handed me a different list. After choosing a Belgian white, I settled into the barstool and turned to Rebecca.

“This is nice,” I admitted. “Maybe it was a good idea that we got out, you know, just for a little bit.”

Rebecca nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “Looks like a lot of college kids don’t come in here.”

“Good,” I said. “I was worried that no matter where we went, we’d be swamped with frat boys.”

“God, what a horrible image,” Rebecca said. She made a face, crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue. I burst out laughing, blushing and covering my mouth with both hands.

“You know, I think you were right,” I said. “Truly. We should make this a regular thing.”

“Yeah, Wine Days,” Rebecca said, laughing. “It feels nice to be out of the house.”

“So…” I bit my lip as Alex’s face popped into my mind. “What did he want, anyway?”

“Who?”

“Your brother,” I said, careful not to say his name. “Why did he come over?”

“God, who knows, probably just to torture me,” Rebecca said. She shook her head and her expression turned bitter. “He always holds that card over my head – Mom and Dad paid for our security deposit, and he thinks that gives him rights to our apartment!”

I frowned.

“We should just find a way to pay them back,” Rebecca said. “That way, he’d have no reason whatsoever to come over.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “I mean, really? Does it bother you that much?”

“Doesn’t it bother you? Those gross men with their sense of entitlement,” Rebecca said, taking a long sip of her wine. “They just barge right in, eat our food, and kick their dirty feet up on my couch,” she said. “It’s disgusting.”

“Maybe he just wants to find a way to be closer,” I said cautiously. “I know you guys haven’t ever been close.”

“Yeah, it’s because he’s always been a pig,” Rebecca said. “If I had a dollar for all the times he cracked a joke about me being a lesbian, I’d have enough money to pay off my parents right now.”

I frowned. “That is rude,” I said. “But it’s just like kids teasing kids, you know? Like back in middle school, when everyone called each other a fag.”

“Well, it’s rude and I don’t like it,” Rebecca said. “Besides, it’s not true. I just don’t have time for a boyfriend.”

“I know,” I said. “I don’t really, either. I mean, I shouldn’t. I should really be focusing on my work at school.”

Rebecca gave me an odd look. “You don’t need a boyfriend to have sex, Molly. Maybe that would be good for you.”

“What, exactly?”

Rebecca flushed. “Don’t make me say it out loud, Molly.”

“No, I mean, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. What is it?”

“Have you ever heard of…friends with benefits?”

I flushed hotly. “No.”

“It means friends who have sex, that’s all.”

“So, like a boyfriend.”

“No,” Rebecca said. She leaned in close and lowered her voice – I’d noticed that we’d begun to attract the attention of a guy sitting nearby, with dark scruff on his face

Just as I was about to ask what she meant, the scruffy guy stood up and smirked. He walked closer, standing next to Rebecca.

“Hello, ladies,” he said. “May I join you?”

Rebecca blushed. “I was just talking to my roommate,” she said.

The guy laughed. “Well, you can always talk more at home, without me,” he said. He eyed Rebecca in a way that made my stomach twist with jealousy.

“We always do,” Rebecca said.

“I’m Brian. Can I buy you a drink?”

Rebecca looked at him over the rims of her glasses. “Well, you can,” she said in a bossy sort of voice that I hadn’t ever heard before. “But I don’t know if I’ll allow you to.”

Brian laughed again. “Whoa, cheeky!” He licked his lips. “Let me guess – English major?”

Rebecca blushed and shook her fair hair. “No,” she said. “MLS in library science.”

“Ah,” Brian said.

I frowned – both Rebecca and Brian had completely forgotten about me.

“Oh, gosh, sorry,” Rebecca said. “This is Molly.”

“Hi, Molly,” Brian said. He gave me a friendly smile – not like how he was leering at Rebecca. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper. God, I’m so stupid, I thought angrily. I can’t even talk to a regular guy without going to pieces!

Rebecca eyed me. “Brian, it was nice to meet you, but Molly and I were in the middle of something important,” she said. “Maybe later.”

Brian nodded. I could tell he was surprised – he was suave and handsome, not the kind of guy who’d normally go after Rebecca. I frowned again. What was it with men? Did they just want sex, from anyone who looked even remotely available?

“Sorry about that,” Rebecca said. She rolled her eyes.

“No, it’s okay,” I said slowly. “What were you talking about before? You know? The benefits thing?”

Rebecca drained the last of her wine and set the glass on the bar with more force than necessary. “It’s just…like platonic, you know? Except you have sex, too.”

“Like in Pretty Woman? You don’t kiss on the mouth?”

Rebecca laughed, then covered her mouth with both hands and gave me a guilty look. “Molly, no, not like that at all,” she said. “You could kiss, I mean, you could do whatever you want. You’re not in a relationship, so it’s not like you have any claim to the person you’re sleeping with.”

I frowned. “I don’t know, Rebecca. I…I want a boyfriend. I don’t just want sex.”

Rebecca shrugged. “Maybe it was a dumb suggestion,” she said. She made a face, wrinkling her forehead and frowning deeply.

“No, it’s not that,” I said. “I just…I don’t know. I think I’m too traditional.”

Rebecca swallowed, looking deeply uncomfortable.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Rebecca shook her head. “Forget it.”

“No, you have to tell me,” I said. “Come on, I tell you everything.” Well, almost everything, I added silently.

“Well, it’s just…” Rebecca trailed off. Her voice was full of nerves.

“What?” My palms were sweating and I wiped them on my thighs. “Rebecca, come on!”

Rebecca looked deeply uncomfortable. “It’s just that my brother, well, he sleeps with everything,” she said. “And maybe…I don’t know, he could teach you a few things.”

My jaw dropped. “What?”

“I know, I know, he’s a disgusting individual and an awful person…but he has no problem just sleeping with someone and leaving it at that,” Rebecca said. “God, I feel like a bad friend just for bringing it up.”

“Well…I’m just surprised,” I said, frowning. “I mean, you hate him!”

“I do,” Rebecca said. “But I also know that you’re lonely, and I know that you don’t want to be a virgin anymore.” I glared at her and she blushed before continuing: “Look, I’m sorry. I am, Molly. But…I don’t know, maybe don’t you think it wouldn’t be better for you to have some experience? Then you’ll probably be more confident, and guys would be way more attracted to you.”

“Guys aren’t attracted to me because I’m not confident,” I said hotly. “They’re not attracted to me because I’m fat!”

“That’s bull and you know it,” Rebecca said, narrowing her eyes. “I can think of at least five people bigger than you who are in happy relationships! Look, if Amy Schumer has a boyfriend, why not you?”

I frowned. “I don’t know,” I said. “It all seems kind of slutty, don’t you think?”

“Don’t be outdated,” Rebecca said. She wrinkled her nose. “I had no idea you were such a prude!”

“I’m not,” I said, offended. “I just don’t know if it’s for me. And god, you can’t say anything about this to Alex!”

“I would never,” Rebecca said. She mimed drawing a zipper across her lips. “I swear.”

I nodded. “Well, that’s good at least,” I said glumly. The beer had temporarily uplifted my spirits but now I just felt worse than ever – bloated and confused and weird.

“And please don’t be mad at me,” Rebecca said. “I swear, Molly, I’d never say anything like that…I just, I don’t know. I guess I thought you had a crush on him.”

My eyebrows flew up. How could she know? I was always so careful!”

“I know, I know, it’s silly and I was projecting,” Rebecca continued. “Still friends?”

I nodded, feeling disarmed. My heart was pounding like a drum but I took a deep breath and tried to move past the alarming sensation.

“Of course,” I said. “Always friends.”

 

Chapter Seven

Alex

I couldn’t get Molly out of my head. Her brown curls, her delicious strawberry-vanilla scent, and most of all, the way she’d turned limp in my arms, clearly overcome with desire.

The next three days were hellish at work. The boys and I were racing all over town to put out insane fires. We had two cases of arson in one week, and I was exhausted by the time I finally got a day off.

“Hey, man,” Rob said. “Let’s go out in the city.” He smirked. “Maybe hit the Penthouse club and meet some chicks.”

“Tempting,” I said. “But nah, I think I have some kind of family shit.”

Rob laughed. “You and your fuckin’ family,” he said. “You guys are like, way too close. That’s not normal, you know?”

I punched him in the shoulder and rolled my eyes. Rob rubbed his shoulder and glared, but after a minute he joined in laughing.

“See ya later,” I said. After taking a quick shower in the dorm of the firehouse, I slicked my hair back and got in my Mustang. My cock was already hard and I laughed. It’s like a goddamned weathervane, pointing me to Molly, I thought, snickering at my own sick sense of humor. I’m gonna give her a night she won’t ever forget.

For a moment, I wondered if I should bring some wine or whatever – Mom always said it was never nice to show up empty-handed. Then I remembered my raging boner and smirked. Molly was going to get a present, all right. Nine inches of Alex.

That was much better than some shitty gas station wine, anyway.

When I pulled up in front of my sister’s apartment, I checked my breath and climbed out of the car.

I knocked on the door and waited eagerly for the sound of Molly’s heavy footsteps. A few seconds later, the door swung open. When Molly saw me, her cheeks turned pink and she gasped, covering her mouth with a pudgy hand.

“Oh my gosh,” Molly said. “What are you doing here?” Her eyes darted nervously behind me. “Is something wrong with Rebecca?”

“Oh, she’s not home?”

“No.” Molly frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I flashed her my most charming smile. As usual, it didn’t disappoint. Molly’s frown melted into a beautiful smile.

“Um, okay,” Molly said nervously.

“May I come in?”

Molly flushed again. “Oh my gosh, yeah! I’m so sorry,” she said. I watched as she swallowed and a hot bolt of lust raced through my body at the thought of Molly swallowing my cum.

I raised an eyebrow as Molly stepped back to let me inside. “Not used to many visitors?”

Molly shook her head. “Not really,” she said. “And I usually stay in my room when I’m home, anyway.”

“Good,” I said. I grinned. “That was exactly what I was hoping for.”

Molly stood there awkwardly. She was breathing hard and her skin was damp and flushed. I wanted to grab her and pull her into my arms, to bite the pale skin of her neck until she cried out with pleasure and pain.

“Um…want a beer, or something?” Molly put her hands together and nervously twined her fingers. “Or juice? Or water? Or um, a snack? I was going to make something,” she said.

Licking my lips, I stepped closer and smirked. “Well, as a matter of fact, I would like a snack,” I said softly.

“Oh, okay! Um, we have frozen pizza…and frozen pizza rolls…and frozen chicken tende—“

Before Molly could continue her nervous ramblings, I took her wrists and pulled her close. She clamped her lips together and looked up at me, her big eyes wide with surprise.

“I meant what I said when I was here before,” I said quietly, gazing down at the quivering woman before me. “I want to fuck you, Molly.”

Molly swallowed and stammered, her lips moving as a stream of nonsense came bubbling out of her mouth.

“Shush,” I said, holding my finger to my lips. “Do you want me to fuck you, Molly?”

Molly blinked and nodded, swallowing again. She ran a pink tongue over her lips and the sight made me feel weak in the knees with desire. Lowering my face to hers, I kissed her deeply. Molly moaned in my mouth. Just as last time, she melted against my body, her giant tits pressing into my muscular chest.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, shoving my pelvis against hers. Pulling away, I nudged her head to the side and nibbled on the hot lobe of her ear.

“That’s my cock, Molly,” I whispered. “And it wants you.”

Molly trembled and quivered and shook. I felt her hot mouth on my neck and I suppressed a groan, clutching her even more tightly.

Molly stepped back, her hand still in mine. She made sensual eyes at me, then backed down the hallway. I followed behind, eagerly anticipating the moment when my cock could slide right inside her glistening, wet pussy.

Molly led me into her bedroom. She didn’t break eye contact as she sat on the bed, staring at me. Waiting for me to take her, to make her mine.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you,” I growled. Crossing my arms over my body, I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side. When Molly saw my sculpted abdomen, she gasped.

“Like what you see?” I raised an eyebrow and shook my head. “Oh, Molly, Molly, Molly. I’m going to teach you everything, you know that?”

Molly only squeaked in response. With a growl, I launched myself on the bed and crawled on top of her quivering body. Taking her wrists in my hands, I pinned her arms over her head and nuzzled her neck before biting her gently and licking a long wet stripe down her pale flesh.

Molly moaned and shook beneath me. When I kissed her and slipped my tongue into her mouth, Molly moaned. She sucked and licked at my tongue and lower lip – obviously inexperienced, but somehow, her inexperience just turned me on even more. I’m going to turn this girl into my little toy, I thought as I bit her lip. I’m going to train her to please me, just like a woman should.

I kept hold of Molly’s wrists with one hand as I slipped my other hand between our bodies and rubbed her big belly. Molly shifted and groaned, spreading her legs. My hand slipped lower and lower. A musky fragrance filled the room.

“I love the smell of your pussy,” I whispered as I broke the kiss. Molly only moaned in response. She was clad in the same skimpy shorts and thin shirt as she had been before, and my fingers yanked the cotton of her shorts to the side, stroking the wet crotch of her panties.

Molly went wild. She started bucking and thrashing, rubbing herself against my body as I gently stroked and rubbed the spot where I knew her clit was getting hard.

“That’s your clit,” I whispered. “Do you know that? That’s what’s going to make you come for me.”

Molly bit her lip and flushed. She closed her eyes as my rubbing grew more intense, moaning and rubbing her crotch against my hand. My cock was throbbing with lust and my balls ached as I pleasured her. Bracing myself, I got to my knees and fumbled with the belt of my buckle. Molly pulled my jeans down. Her pudgy hands were hot and sweaty.

“I want you to touch my cock,” I said. Taking one of Molly’s hands in mine, I guided it to my bulging erection and pressed gently. “Stroke up and down.” With Molly’s hot hand still in mind, I mimicked jacking off. It felt so good that a rush of pleasure shot through my body and I arched my back and growled.

“That’s how you please a man,” I groaned, pushing Molly’s hand away and yanking my boxers down. My cock sprang free and Molly’s eyes went wide. I smirked. This was far from the first time I’d ever experienced such a reaction from a woman, but no less satisfying.

I took the hem of Molly’s shirt and pulled it up, exposing her pale belly. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her pale, heavy tits were capped with bright pink nipples. I lowered my head to her tits and wrapped my lips around one of her nipples, sucking and biting and licking.

Molly went wild. She tangled her hands in my hair and yanked, arching her back and moaning with delicious pleasure. She spread her legs and rolled her hips, humping the air as if she couldn’t wait for my cock. With my other hand, I pinched and rolled her other nipple until they were both as hard as pebbles. Molly was gasping and bucking wildly. She was covered with sweat as she moved beneath me.

Pulling my mouth away, I looked at her. I locked eyes with Molly as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down her legs. She was wearing white granny panties and the crotch was soaked with the juices of her pussy. I grinned and gently rubbed her crotch again, making lazy, slow circles around her engorged clit.

“You like that,” I growled.

Molly whimpered and nodded. She was straining against my hand, clearly desperate for more pleasure.

Reaching for my jeans on the floor, I pulled a condom from my wallet and ripped it open with my teeth, sheathing my cock in latex.

Molly stretched and grunted as she pulled her panties down and spread her legs. Her pussy was pink and glistening under a patch of thick brown curls. I hadn’t seen pubes on a chick in what seemed like forever, but it wasn’t a turn off. Instead, I found myself attracted to her hidden pussy.

I crawled between Molly’s spread thighs and steadied myself with a hand on her hip. Thrusting my hips forward, the tip of my cock poked into her pussy.

“This might hurt a little bit,” I said. “It usually does, your first time.”

Molly whimpered and nodded again. I shot forward, tearing through her hymen and burying my cock inside of her perfectly tight pussy. She wailed in pain and dug her fingernails into my back, but I stayed in place and after a few seconds, Molly began rocking underneath of me. She spread her legs even wider and tried to rub herself against me, obviously wanting more clit stimulation.

“You’re a little slut,” I growled approvingly. Sliding a hand between our bodies, I fondled her hard clit until Molly moaned with pleasure.

Then I began fucking her in earnest. Sliding in and out of her pussy, ecstasy filled my body. Somehow, it was even better than I’d imagined. I’d always known Molly would be a good fuck, but she was letting go in a way I’d never seen.

“God,” I groaned, slamming my body against Molly. She whimpered as she stretched up, puckering her wet lips for a kiss. Bending down, I slid my tongue into her mouth and sucked on her lower lip while I fucked her.

Molly moaned loudly. I began rubbing her clit harder and soon she was shaking and quivering underneath of me, screaming with pleasure. I felt her pussy clamp tight around my cock as the orgasm ripped through Molly’s body. She thrashed and bucked on the bed, holding me tightly inside of her as she came over and over again.

I pulled my hand free from her body and locked eyes with Molly, licking her sweet juices off my fingers. Then I offered my hand to her.

“It would be really sexy if you licked your pussy juices off my fingers,” I said, pushing my fingers in her mouth. Molly sucked obediently, licking my fingers clean. The sensation was heavenly, and soon my orgasm washed over me like a powerful wave.

“God,” I grunted again, closing my eyes and thrusting hard inside of Molly’s pussy. My cock trembled and pulsed, and I felt hot cum gush into the latex.

The sensations felt even more incredible than usual, and I could hardly breathe as the last of my cum drained from my still-hard cock.

Pulling away from Molly, I wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock to keep the condom securely fastened. As soon as my cock was out of her, I pulled it off and tossed it to the floor.

Molly was still gasping for breath, her belly shaking as she lay on the bed.

I grinned. “That was just the beginning,” I said with a smirk as I pulled on my boxers and jeans. “Just wait till I take you up the ass.”

Molly’s cheeks flushed the most delicious shade of red I’d ever seen.

 

Chapter Eight

Molly

I lay there, shaking and quivering. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done – I’d actually slept with my lifelong crush, Alex Travers.

And now what was going to happen?

Alex got dressed and left without another word. He whistled as he walked down the hall. I heard him open the fridge, then the clink of beer bottles. Then a few seconds later, the front door slammed shut.

I thought my heart would never slow down to normal.

The sex had been incredible. It had been better than movie sex, then all of the raunchiest sex I’d ever imagined. It had been better than romance books. And Alex himself…I shook my head in disbelief. The man was like a Greek god, with his perfect body and shining cap of blonde hair.

And he’d slept with me. Not only had he slept with me, he’d given me an amazing orgasm. It was the first I’d ever had.

I pulled the sheet over my naked body and trembled. What am I gonna tell Rebecca when she gets home, I wondered nervously. Should I be honest?

Before I had much more time to think about what I’d say to my best friend, the front door opened and then banged shut.

“Mol! I’m home!” Rebecca yelled. I heard the thump and rustle of plastic grocery bags as she set them down in the foyer. My stomach rumbled and I launched out of bed, pulling on my discarded clothes. I was still shaking and trembling by the time I was in the hall.

“Molly? Are you okay?” Rebecca narrowed her eyes. “It’s not like you to stay in bed this late.”

“I’m fine,” I said. I swallowed hard. “Um, I have something to tell you?”

Rebecca wasn’t listening. She was searching through the grocery bags, frowning. “I swear I bought mustard,” she muttered. “Did they really forget to include it?”

“Hey, I need to talk to you,” I said, clearing my throat.

“Well, talk to me in the kitchen,” Rebecca said. “I got milk and it’s already warm.”

I grabbed two of the closest bags and followed Rebecca into the kitchen. She was muttering under her breath as she rushed around, putting things away and slamming cabinet doors. When the bags were emptied and stuffed into the recycling, she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat down, heaving.

“It’s so hot out there,” she said. “God, it’s like being in a swamp. Why the heck do they call this the Northeast if we’re always boiling during the summer?”

I laughed nervously. “No idea,” I said, shaking my head.

“So, what did you want to talk about?”

I flushed hotly.

Rebecca’s jaw dropped. “Something happened,” she said slyly. “With a boy. Am I right?”

“More of a man, really,” I said softly. “But…yes.”

“Well? Who?”

“Your brother.” The words came out as a squeak and I cleared my throat. “Alex,” I said, swallowing again. “He came over here…about thirty minutes ago.”

“Oh my gosh,” Rebecca said. She clapped a hand over her mouth. “Molly!”

“And we, um…”

“Well, tell me,” Rebecca said eagerly. “I want to know everything.”

My cheeks burned as I recalled the intense, orgasmic sensations that had rocked my body like a powerful storm.

“We slept together,” I said. “It was..”

“Oh, god, I hope he wasn’t bad,” Rebecca said. She wrinkled her nose. “Did you have fun?”

All I could do was nod. “Yeah,” I said. “It was…really good.”

“Okay, like, I don’t want to know the super dirty details, he is my brother, after all,” Rebecca said. “But was he nice to you, at least? Like, not mean?”

“He was…very instructive,” I said softly, clearing my throat.

“Are you gonna do it again?”

“I have no idea,” I said. “We didn’t really talk. I mean, he just left when it was over.”

“Oh.” Rebecca frowned. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah,” I said. I blushed and bit my lip. “I don’t really even know what we would talk about. We don’t have anything in common.”

“You had good sex,” Rebecca said. She smirked. “I mean, that’s a thing, right?”

“Rebecca, you know he sleeps with everyone. You said it yourself.”

“Yeah, but…” Rebecca trailed off. “I don’t know, Mol.”

“He was fine,” I said. “And if it happens again, cool. If not, I don’t know, maybe you were right. Maybe I will start to feel more confident, knowing I had such a good time.”

Rebecca nodded. “That was exactly what I was thinking,” she said.

“Well, thanks,” I said, leaning back against my chair. I sighed. “I can’t believe it, but I do really feel different,” I said.

Rebecca nodded again. “Yeah, I felt that way, too. Like I had a secret, or something.”

“It was different for you,” I said. “We were younger, I mean, most people were still virgins then.”

Rebecca laughed. “Oh, Molly,” she said. “I don’t know about that. Most of the people I know lost their virginity in high school.”

“Gosh, that feels like such a long time ago,” I said. “Can you believe we only graduated four years ago?”

“No,” Rebecca said. She wrinkled her nose. “That makes me feel old.”

“Me, too.”

We lapsed into a comfortable silence and again, Alex drifted into my mind. Had he been serious when he said “next time”? Or was that just something he said to all the women he fucked? I blushed when I remembered his comment about my butt. I’d never even thought about having anal sex before, it had always seemed so dirty and weird!

But I couldn’t lie – a part of me was intrigued at the thought of doing anything else with Alex…no matter how weird or strange it was.

 

Chapter Nine

Alex

After popping Molly’s cherry, I had a triumphant grin that I couldn’t wipe off my face for close to a week. People noticed. The guys at the firehouse started giving me shit, teasing me, telling me that I was obviously in love. But that wasn’t it at all.

I couldn’t explain it, but sex with Molly had felt different. I’d fucked a few fat girls in my day, but she’d been spectacular. As soon as her clothes were off, there was no self-consciousness. She opened up like a flower to me, and I’d loved every single fucking second of it.

Most women weren’t like Molly. They were coy, they liked to play games. I’d fucked women who pretended to enjoy it, just because they wanted me to think they were some kind of porn star. And to be honest, while I’d thought that was pretty goddamn sexy at first, it got old after a while. I kept telling the girls I fucked to relax, to calm down, to just enjoy it. But it was like they didn’t even hear me.

Rob told me that it was because I was intimidating. He’d said that they only did that so I’d like them more. But I knew that was incredibly stupid – if they wanted me to like them more, why not just relax and enjoy sex like a normal person?

I was convinced that I’d never understand women.

For once, I was dying to know what was inside Molly’s head. After I’d left, what had she done? Laughed? Cried? Told my sister everything?

Oh, god. I hadn’t even thought about what Rebecca would say. A smirk crept onto my lips as I imagined it – she’d probably greet me next time with a punch to the nose. Or would she be jealous that I’d fucked Molly and she’d never gotten the chance? While Rebecca had never admitted it, I’d always sworn that she was a dyke. She was just that kind of girl – the kind of girl who turns your balls to ice when she walks by. Rob said that was just because she was my sister, but I wasn’t entirely sure. I didn’t think it was normal for two girls to be as close as Rebecca and Molly were.

Maybe they’re just shy, I thought charitably as I left the firehouse and set out for home. I’d just finished a fourteen-hour shift and I was exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to go home and flop into my bed, face-first into the pillows.

I’d like to flop face-first into Molly’s pussy, I thought with a smirk. She still had so much to learn. If I ever got the chance to fuck her again, I was going to broaden her horizons with a little pussy-eating, maybe even a finger up that tight asshole of hers.

God damn, just thinking about her was making me hard.

I slowed to a stop outside of my apartment building before climbing out of my car and checking the mail. There was a girl there, trying to fit her key into one of the small, silver boxes. She was hot – tall, tanned, blonde, with long lean legs and a great perky chest.

When she saw me, she looked guilty and flushed. My cock twitched – something about seeing a girl blush that always makes me hard.

“You probably think I’m trying to break in and read someone’s mail,” she said, biting her pink lip. Before I could answer, she continued: “But I swear, I’m not. I just moved here, and I think they gave me the wrong key. It doesn’t even work!”

I snickered. “I had the same thought, trust me,” I said smoothly, stepping forward. “I’m Alex, by the way. What’s your name?”

“Hannah.”

“Nice to meet you.” I flashed her a wolfish smile and gestured toward her keys. I smirked at the sight of a Delta Delta Delta keychain. “May I?”

Hannah nodded. “Good luck,” she said. “I’ve been trying for over ten minutes. I can’t imagine what’s in there!”

I snickered. “We can find out together,” I said smoothly. To my delight, the key slid smoothly into the lock and I turned it with the flick of a wrist.

“Oh my gosh,” Hannah gasped. “I can’t believe you did it!” Her blue eyes were shining with happiness. “Thank you so much!”

I laughed. It was always so easy to make chicks happy.

“No problem,” I said, passing her keys back to her. “So, you’re a sorority girl, huh? What’re you doing here, instead of campus?”

Hannah flushed, but she didn’t look happy. “It’s stupid,” she said with a sigh. “I went on a date with this guy, and I had no idea, but he’d actually gone out with my Big the year before…and apparently it didn’t end well. She threw me out of the house.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, your Big?”

Hannah’s blush deepened and I admired the graceful curve of her cheekbones.

“My big sister,” she explained. “I’m her Little, that’s how sororities work. She took me under her wing when I pledged.”

“Ah,” I said, stroking my chin. “Well, going on a date with someone who had dumped your friend doesn’t sound very wise.”

“I didn’t know, I swear!” Hannah exclaimed. She jumped and I watched her tits bounce. “I swear, I’m not a bad person.” She shook her blonde curls and sighed unhappily. “I know I sound like a real bitch, but the funny thing is, I didn’t even like the guy. He’s just in our matching frat, and everyone thought it would be a good idea.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Well, maybe it would be better to date people outside of that frat,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Frat boys are beastly.” I smirked. “I should know. I was Sigma Chi.”

“Oh my gosh,” Hannah said, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, that’s not too bad. You should really see our campus. It’s awful,” she added.
“Are you free later?”

Hannah smiled and bit her lip. “You mean tonight?”

“Well, yeah,” I said, leaning in close and smirking. “Unless you have plans to break another one of your sisters’ hearts.”

“Oh my gosh, no!”

“Then come to dinner with me,” I said. “You’ll have fun, I promise. I’m a firefighter, by the way,” I added casually, knowing how much chicks loved hearing that. “So I need to eat a lot of protein.”

“I’m on the gymnastics team,” Hannah said proudly. “So I eat protein, too.”

I made a show of looking over her tight, taut body. “I can tell,” I said. “Seven-thirty sound good?”

Hannah nodded. “Yes, please,” she said. She bit her lip. “I’m in 4-C,” she added.

I smirked and waved my hand jauntily through the air before whistling my way into my apartment. Hannah seemed like the perfect antidote to my growing obsession with Molly. After all, there was no way I could ever do anything with Molly other than fuck her. Rob and the other guys would give me shit for years if they saw me out with a whale like her.

But Hannah fit the bill perfectly.

I took a nap, then a long shower. I jacked off in the shower, trying to imagine Hannah’s face. But Molly kept popping into my head, and I wound up coming with the thought of her lips wrapped around my pulsing member.

I waited until ten minutes after seven-thirty before going to Hannah’s apartment. I did that often – making chicks wait just a little bit made them want me more. Sure enough, Hannah opened the door in a little black dress that pushed her tits together and make them look luscious. She batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at me.

“Wanna come in for a drink first?” Hannah giggled. “I’m always hungrier after a glass of wine or two.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that true? Should I keep a bottle by the bed?”

Hannah flushed, but she laughed, too. “You’re bad,” she said playfully, stepping away from the door. Her feet were strapped into high heels that made her almost as tall as me. Her legs were lean and graceful – she moved almost like a doe or a gazelle.

“What’ll you have?” Hannah called from the kitchen. Her apartment was mostly unfurnished, but very young and girly. Like Molly’s bedroom, I thought. Shit. Stop thinking about her! You’re with the next Playboy Bunny of the Month!

“Beer is fine, whatever you have,” I replied, sinking down onto the cream leather couch.

Hannah came back with a seductive smile on her face and a frosty mug of beer. In the other hand, she held a glass of white wine. She sat down next to her, her tan thigh brushing against my pants.

“Thanks for asking me out,” Hannah said. “I have a feeling I’m going to be like, totally blacklisted from the university.”

I laughed. “How old are you, anyway?”

“Twenty-one.”

I smiled. “I’m sure you’ll be fine,” I said.

“I hope so,” Hannah said. She stared at me for a long time and licked her lips. I knew she wanted me to kiss her, and the same thrill of the chase flared inside of me. But it wasn’t like it had been with Molly. Hannah was still guarded, she wasn’t showing me her true self. She was playful, coy, dressed to the nines and covered with makeup.

Strangely, I wasn’t attracted to her at all.

What’s wrong with me, I wondered as I drank my cold beer. Normally I’d be all over a hot piece of ass like her, she’s practically throwing herself at me.

“So,” Hannah said. She licked her lips again. “You’re a firefighter, right? That’s brave,” she added. “My older brother volunteers, but he wants to be an EMT when he gets out of school.”

I nodded, trying to look both humble and gifted at the same time. “As soon as I killed my first fire, I knew it was the only thing for me,” I said archly. “It’s like it’s in my blood.”

Hannah leaned closer and I smelled a sweet, girlish waft of perfume. She stroked a finger down the side of my arm, batting her mascara-coated lashes.

“I think it’s really sexy that you put yourself in danger like that,” Hannah purred. “Most guys are such wimps, it’s like they don’t even like going to the doctor!”

I laughed. “I do hate the dentist,” I said. “Fucker never uses enough painkillers.”

“Oh,” Hannah said in a pouty voice. “Poor little Alex,” she added, leaning closer. She was so close I could have licked the tip of her nose. “I bet I could make you feel good,” she added throatily.

I didn’t reply. Hannah closed her eyes and kissed me, puckering her lips to mine. She licked my lips with the tip of her tongue and moaned when I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. It felt pleasant, but nothing inside of me was raging, nothing was aching.

Hannah took the beer from my hands without breaking the kiss and set it down on the ground. She lowered herself onto my lap, spreading her legs around my waist and pushing her hot crotch against my lower abdomen. My cock stirred, but nothing more.

After a second, Hannah pulled away. She made a face. “What’s wrong?”

I stared at her. Her tiny chest was heaving and her face was flushed with arousal and confusion. I pushed her off of my lap. Hannah tumbled down to the floor, showing a glimpse of her perfectly-shaved pussy. For once, I felt absolutely nothing.

“Nothing,” I said. “I just remembered, I’m busy tonight. Sorry.”

Hannah narrowed her eyes. “Fuck you,” she said. “You’re a real jerk, you know that?”

I shrugged. “Ain’t gonna deny it,” I said, getting to my feet. “Thanks for the beer.”

The last thing I saw before letting myself out of Hannah’s apartment was her fuming, indignant face. I smirked as I walked back to my own apartment and closed the door, thankful that I hadn’t given her my exact address. I knew I should feel guilty and stupid – I’d just thrown away a perfectly good opportunity to fuck a gorgeous woman.

But it had been too easy. She’d thrown herself at me – she’d arrogantly assumed that I was going to fuck her right away, even without dinner first. I didn’t get it. Back when I was younger, I would’ve drooled over girls like Hannah and begged them for a taste of sweet, sweet snatch.

But now, I couldn’t deny that something had changed. What was wrong with me? Was I broken? Had fucking a shy, fat virgin ruined me?

Either way, I didn’t like it.

Not one fucking bit.

Chapter Ten

Molly

After my talk with Rebecca, I was more confused than ever. A week went by with no surprise visits from Alex, or even mentions of his name. Of course, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I dreamed about him every night. His fingers, his tongue – everything he’d done to make me feel so incredibly good. I wanted to do everything with him. I blushed and squirmed, thinking about how his mouth and tongue would feel on my pussy, swirling around my clit until I was gasping with pleasure. He’d had a little stubble – after he’d left, I’d noticed my chin was red and bumpy and swollen. Thinking about my pussy lips feeling the same way made me feel unbelievably sexy and grown-up.

Rebecca was right. I did feel different. Just being out and about in the world made me look at things in new ways. Before, I’d assumed that only married or engaged people had sex. But now, whenever I saw a couple together, I imagined them sleeping together. I wondered if they had good sex, or bad sex, or really kinky sex with handcuffs and spanking. Did they lick whipped cream off each other’s bodies? Did they blindfold each other?

I wanted to know. Alex had opened up a wild door for me, and I couldn’t wait to explore as much of it as possible.

Another week passed. Then, just when I was starting to think that I’d never hear from him again, Rebecca came home with a message.

“I was just at my parents’ house,” Rebecca said, rolling her eyes. “Alex pulled me aside and told you to call him, here’s his number?”

I blushed and frowned as confusion and excitement welled up inside of my chest. “But he’s a guy. He’s supposed to call me, Becks. Girls don’t call boys.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes again. “Remember what I said before? You need to be more modern, Molly.”

“Modern Molly,” I said, laughing. “That’s a good one.”

Rebecca bit her lip. “He seemed…excited,” she said. “I don’t know what’s going on, I’ve never really seen him like this before, Mol.” She passed me a slip of paper and I looked down, hoping to see a doodle of a heart or even my name. But all that was there was a phone number, hastily scrawled in black ink.

“Thanks for this,” I said, slipping it into my pocket. “I’m going to go call him now.”

Rebecca laughed. “You’re so horny,” she said. She wrinkled her nose. “And god, it’s so weird to think that you’re horny for my brother!”

I blushed hotly. “Enough,” I said. “Thanks again for passing this over.”

In the safe barricade of my room, I dialed my phone with a shaking finger. It rang three times before someone picked up and for a moment before I heard a voice, I had a horrible thought. What if this isn’t Alex’s number at all? What if it’s like, a pizza place? Or worse, that stupid rejection hotline?!

“Hey, is this Molly?”

I bit my lip as relief washed over me in a cool wave. “Yes,” I said. “Rebecca just got home. She gave me your number.”

“I know. I told her to.”

“Um, okay.” I bit my lip and blushed. Gosh, why can’t I stop being so awkward around him, I wondered angrily. I hate it! He probably thinks I’m a dumb moron!

To my relief, Alex laughed. “Molly, you know where I live right?”

I shook my head, forgetting he wasn’t there to see me do it.

“Molly?”

“Oh, no, I don’t.”

“I’m in the complex on the outskirts of Rolling Hills,” he said. “The one by the fire station.”

“Oh, that makes sense.”

“Yeah,” Alex said. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was smirking. “So, you wanna come over?”

“What?”

“I’m asking you over,” Alex said. His tone was darker – almost a growl.

"Why?"

“Don’t be stupid, Molly,” Alex said. He laughed. “I’m going to teach you something new, wouldn’t you like that?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“So, come over. Now.”

Alex hung up before I had a chance to reply. As quickly as I could, I hopped in the shower and washed my pussy very thoroughly. I didn’t put on any perfume or makeup, but instead pulled on casual cotton sundress. After a moment, I decide to leave the house without panties, too. I somehow had a feeling Alex would appreciate that.

I’d never been as nervous as I was as I rode the bus across town. It seemed to take forever – the driver was going so slowly that my ears were filled with the jarring sound of car horns blaring and honking loudly. I was sweating, too, and I had a bad feeling that as soon as I got to Alex’s, I was going to look like a greasy mess.

Alex lived on the top floor of a four-story building. By the time I got to the top, my chest was heaving. I stood nervously on the other side of his door, wondering whether I should knock or just go in. Thankfully, before I had to make a decision, the door swung open.

Alex stood there, clad only in a towel. He smirked when he saw me.

“You took too long,” Alex said. He reached for my hand and pulled me inside the comfort of his cool, air-conditioned apartment. The door wasn’t even closed by the time his mouth was on mine, kissing me hotly until I felt like I would melt in his arms.

“Molly,” Alex purred into my ear. “Come with me.”

I swallowed nervously as I followed Alex down the hall and into his bedroom. I was surprised to see that it was immaculately clean. Everything was very masculine – shades of grey and black and cream – and the bed was so perfectly made that it looked crisp.

Alex took off his towel, grinning when I glanced down to his cock. He was already erect, and I shivered. The first time I’d seen him naked, I’d worried that his cock wouldn’t fit inside of my pussy. But it fit just fine, I thought nervously. Perfectly, almost.

“Take off your dress,” Alex said. He raised an eyebrow. “I want to see you. I want to look at you.”

I was blushing so hard that I could barely keep my eyes open as I pulled my sundress over my head. My nipples were stiff and my clit was hard – already, my thighs were damp and slippery with my own juices. Alex stepped closer and licked his lips.

“Oh, Molly,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re perfect.”

I flushed hotly. I didn’t know what to think – was he making fun of me?

Or did he really find me attractive?

“Sit down and spread your legs,” Alex said. “And lean back on the bed.”

Still blushing, I sat on his mattress, very glad I’d taken a shower right before. I spread my thighs just an inch, then lay back until my head was resting on the bed.

I jumped when I felt Alex’s firm grip on my knees. He pushed them apart and I heard a gentle thud as he got to his knees.

“You have a beautiful cunt,” Alex said. “So juicy and pink.”

My cheeks were burning so hotly that I felt like they would melt off my face. Then I felt Alex’s soft, stroking touch on the inside of my thigh. I closed my eyes and swallowed as he stroked closer and closer to my pussy, gently grazing my labia with the tips of his fingers. As a finger slid inside, I moaned. It didn’t hurt like before – it felt amazing, like being filled up.

Alex slid another finger inside of me and stroked. He rubbed my clit with his thumb in slow, gentle circles and soon I was writhing and panting and begging for more. The sensations felt so good, so heavenly, that I didn’t even notice when Alex was pushing my knees even further apart. My thighs ached but I didn’t want him to stop so I stayed as frozen as I could in the awkward position.

Then I felt something touch my butt. I tensed, but after a few seconds, it began to feel almost normal. Good, even.

“I’m stroking your asshole, Molly,” Alex growled. “Do you like it?”

All I could do was moan as his fingertip stroked across the puckering, sensitive flesh. For a moment, the finger was gone. Then I felt it back, more forceful than before, pushing against the entrance to my asshole.

“Just relax,” Alex said. His voice was soft, almost gentle. He kept rubbing my clit – harder now, and I was panting as pleasure raced through my veins.

I didn’t feel like Molly anymore – I felt like a confident, sexy woman. And I couldn’t believe it, but Alex’s finger against my asshole just intensified the other sensations, making them even more powerful. Soon, I was bucking and thrusting towards Alex’s ministrations. I wanted more, more, more!

A hot sensation struck me in the lower belly, almost like something warm and powerful was gripping the whole lower half of my body. Gasping for air, I moaned loudly as an orgasm crashed over my body. The waves of pleasure kept coming, just like Alex’s fingertip flicking against my clit. I couldn’t control myself – my whole body thrashed and shook as my orgasm ripped me apart.

“God!” I moaned. “Alex!”

When it was over, I was shaking and sweating. I gently pushed Alex’s hands away and sat up, panting for air. He caught my eye and smirked.

“That was just a start,” Alex said. He winked at me and I flushed like a schoolgirl. “Did you like it?”

I nodded. “Yes,” I said softly.

“Well, get ready,” Alex said. His cock was still rock hard and I shuddered. “Because there’s another lesson today, too.”

I reached for him, wanting to pull him on top of me. Even though I was still shaking from my intense orgasm, I wanted him. I knew he could make me come again – even more powerfully with his cock inside of me.

“Not yet,” Alex said. He smirked. “Get down on your knees.”

 

Chapter Eleven

Alex

Molly knelt on the ground before me, wincing briefly as her knees made contact with the carpeting. I stared at her for a few seconds before darting into the bathroom and grabbing a towel.

When I returned I handed the folded towel to Molly.

“Here,” I said. “Put this under your knees.”

Molly nodded. She awkwardly rolled to the side, adjusting the towel underneath of her body. Afterwards, I was satisfied to see that she looked much more comfortable.

“Better?”

Molly nodded again. I stepped closer and rested my hand on her sweaty brown hair.

“What I’m going to show you is very important for pleasing a man,” I said, stepping closer. My cock bobbed in front of me, eager to be inside Molly’s warm pink mouth. “And you do want to please me, right?”

“Yes,” Molly said. A domineering thrill ran through my body. I’d never been this bossy with women before, and something about it was really turning me on. I loved how naturally submissive Molly was – anything I told her to do, she did right away without complaint. And I loved how she blushed every time I said her name! It was like an instant ego boost, something that really made me feel like a man.

“You’re going to learn all about sucking my cock,” I said, raising an eyebrow and looking down at Molly. She looked up at me expectantly. Another thrill of excitement and lust shot through me. My balls were aching, begging to be fondled and cradled and sucked.

“Now, open your mouth. Lick your lips and wrap them around your teeth.”

Molly licked her lips. I watched as her pink tongue moistened her even pinker lips. She blushed again when she caught me watching her but I only smirked. She’s a natural, I thought, looking down at her tits. She leaned forward and I was struck by the sudden temptation to get down on the floor and fuck her senseless. But I knew she still had a lot of learning to do…and it had been a long time since I’d come from a blowjob.

“I’m going to put my cock in your mouth,” I said. Stepping forward, I pushed my cock into Molly’s waiting mouth. “Swirl your tongue around the head and suck. Keep licking and sucking – and if I like something, you better goddamned well keep doing it.”

I groaned in ecstasy as Molly began licking and sucking my erect member. I tangled my fingers in her soft hair and yanked at her scalp as she sucked me, and soon I was pushing my hips forward, fucking her warm, wet mouth. I closed my eyes as pleasure raced through my body.

“You’re good for a beginner,” I groaned. “Breathe through your nose so you don’t choke, because men really like it when you can deep-throat them.”

Molly murmured. It felt delicious on my cock and I grunted with pleasure, shoving my cock further into her mouth.

“Put your hand around the base and stroke. Use your other hand to massage my balls, very gently.”

Molly did as I asked. It took my insane pleasure to a whole new level and I closed my eyes, fucking her mouth. It felt almost as good as her sweet pussy, and I loved being practically still while she pleasured me. When I felt Molly’s fingers cupping my balls, I arched my back and groaned loudly.

“Take my cock out of your mouth but don’t stop licking and kissing it,” I said, struggling to speak anything other than nonsense. “And lick my balls. Suck them, take them into your mouth and massage them with your tongue.”

Molly didn’t hesitate. For a jarring moment, she took the head of my cock out of her mouth and moved her mouth down the shaft, sucking in a way that made me feel heavenly. She tentatively licked my balls, then looked up at me.

“Suck them,” I said. “It’s very pleasurable, Molly. Men enjoy this very much.”

Molly blushed crimson red, then took one of my balls in her mouth and began gently sucking. She ran her tongue along the sensitive seam and I groaned, gripping her hair so tightly she cried out in pain. Molly didn’t stop sucking. She massaged my balls with her tongue, filling my body with ecstasy.

“Go back to my cock,” I ordered. “I’m getting very close. You’re doing very well.”

Molly nodded. She opened her mouth again and gently blew hot air on my damp cock before beginning to suck once again. It felt so good that my knees felt weak and unsteady, and I groaned loudly with pleasure as she bobbed her head up and down on my manhood. God, she’s incredible, I thought. I’ve never been blown like this before!

“You’re doing very well,” I grunted, tilting my head back and breathing in deeply. Molly sucked and sucked, increasing her pace as I began fucking her sweet mouth harder than ever. Soon, I could tell that I was about to come.

“I’m going to come, and I want you to swallow it all, then lick my clean,” I groaned, still struggling to speak. An orgasm hit me like a freight truck and I moaned loudly as my cock began to gush cum into Molly’s waiting mouth. Obediently, she swallowed, then took her mouth away and stuck out her tongue, licking me clean just as I’d asked. The wonderful feeling of pleasure was still coursing through my veins like molten lava.

“That was good,” I said weakly, sitting down on the bed. Molly climbed to her feet, rubbing her red knees and wincing.

“I’m glad,” Molly said softly. “I’ve never done that before.”

I snorted. “No shit,” I said. Molly looked offended and I rolled my eyes. “Not that I could tell,” I said. “You were very good.”

Molly blushed hotly. Her chest was still heaving and the scent of her pussy musk still hung fragrant in the air. I inhaled deeply, wishing I had the stamina to get hard again and fuck her senseless.

“Get dressed,” I said.

Molly pulled her sundress back on and disappeared in the bathroom. I was tempted to stand outside and listen, but instead I wiped my cock off with a tissue and pulled on clean boxers, jeans, and a t-shirt that clung tightly to my rock-hard abs.

When she emerged, I noticed she looked uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong?”

Molly blushed. “Nothing,” she said. “It’s just…” She trailed off, anxiously biting her lip in a way that made me want to kiss her.

“Spit it out,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “We’ve fucked, you can talk to me.”

Molly’s blush deepened and spread to the roots of her brown hair. “Nothing, really, it’s stupid,” she said. “It’s just…I don’t know. Can we go on a date?”

“What?”
“A date,” Molly repeated. She sounded miserable and embarrassed. “Like, out in public?”

I smirked. “Why, you want me to get arrested for indecent exposure?”

Molly’s face fell. “Forget it, it was stupid, I told you,” she said, obviously flustered. “I’m gonna go.”

I grabbed her hand. For a moment, she pulled against me but after a second, she slowly turned back to face me.

“No, don’t leave,” I said. “I was just giving you a hard time. What do you want to do?”

Molly shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve only been on one date…and he was gay,” she added, eyeing me. “We got coffee. But I don’t really like coffee.”

I grinned. “Okay,” I said. “I think I know where we should go.”

Molly gave me a skeptical look. “Where are you taking me?”

I winked at her and she blushed. “It’s a surprise,” I said. “Come on, get your purse.”

Molly obediently followed me outside into the hallway of my apartment complex. Just as I was locking the door from the outside, Hannah turned the corner. She was wearing a pink bikini, and when she saw me, she stopped dead in her tracks. Then she burst out laughing.

“Oh my god,” Hannah said. “I can’t believe this.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever,” I said. “We’re leaving. Come on, Molly.”

Hannah’s eyes went wide. “Alex, you can’t be serious. Her? Really?”

Molly gave me a confused look. “Alex, what’s going on?”

“Molly, come on. Let’s go,” I said firmly.

“It all makes sense now!” Hannah yelled, still laughing. “I can’t believe it, you only like fat girls!”

“Alex,” Molly said sharply. She was crimson red in the face and she looked close to crying. “Who is that?”

“A dumb bitch,” I said. Reaching for Molly’s hand, I pulled her towards the parking lot. As soon as we got into my car, Molly looked at me and lowered her eyes.

“Alex, who was that? Really?”

“Like I said, a dumb bitch,” I said. “I met her the other day when I was getting my mail. She tried to come onto me.” Obviously, I wasn’t going to tell Molly that I’d asked her out.

“She’s gorgeous,” Molly said. She frowned. “Why didn’t you want to go out with her?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know,” I said irritably. “I just didn’t. What’s your problem? Why are you freaking out over this?”

“I don’t know,” Molly said softly. She sniffled and looked out the window.
“Look, don’t be upset, she was rude,” I said. “I should’ve bragged about how good you blew me.”

Molly gasped, looking mortified. “Oh my god, Alex! You can’t do that!”

I smirked. “Well, it’s true,” I said. “That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

Molly’s red blush faded to pink, and the corners of her lips curled into a faint smile. “Thanks,” she said quietly. I could barely hear her over the roar of the engine.
“I should be thanking you,” I said with a smirk. Inside my boxers, my cock began to twitch and jerk. Again? I thought irritably. God, I just came ten minutes ago!

Ten minutes later, we pulled up in front of our destination. “Come on,” I said. “Just a little walk.”

Molly nodded, looking intrigued. “You brought me to the mall? Are we going shopping?”

“Nope.”
“Then what are we doing?”

I sighed. “I told you, it’s a surprise.”

Molly followed close behind as I led her through the mall. When we got to the food court, I pointed to the Baskin Robbins.

“Ice cream?” Molly narrowed her eyes. “Really?”

I smirked. “What, you don’t like it?”

“No, I love ice cream,” Molly said slowly, biting her lip. “But why?”

I shrugged. “I dunno. I was craving a milkshake.” I smirked and glanced down at Molly’s crotch through her sundress. “I mean, your milkshake is always good…but I need a little time to recharge before I can fuck you again,” I said, raising an eyebrow.

Molly blushed beet red. “Okay,” she said, swallowing nervously.

As we walked to the ice cream counter, I couldn’t figure out what I was doing. Did I like this girl? Genuinely like her?

It was odd, I’d never actually had feelings for a chick before. I’d liked a lot of them, sure, but it didn’t matter when we stopped seeing each other. I never missed them. I never thought about a specific woman when we weren’t together.

And yet, Molly was on my mind…all the goddamned time. What was going on here?

We got ice cream – a mint chip milkshake for me, banana split sundae for Molly – and sat down at one of the tables, listening to the din of children shrieking and screaming their way through the mall.

“Thanks,” Molly said. “This is nice.” She nodded and smiled before taking a generous bite of her dessert. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” She sighed. “I just…I don’t know why you’re with me, when you could be with someone like that girl from your apartment.”

I shrugged. “Don’t worry about it,” I said.

I could never tell her that I was starting to think about her a lot. This was just sex – I was sure she knew as well as I did that we could never actually have a relationship.

But then why couldn’t I get her off my goddamned mind?

 

Chapter Twelve

Molly

When Alex dropped me back off at home, I felt practically giddy. I couldn’t believe we’d gone on an actual date. I couldn’t stop thinking about him – what was I doing? Why couldn’t I stay away from him?

In all likelihood, I knew that I was speeding faster than ever towards a heartbreak.

I let myself inside. Closing my eyes, I dipped my head and twirled in a slow circle. My thighs were still slick and slippery with my own arousal, and I felt sensual and different, somehow more powerful.

Rebecca was right, I thought. Who would have possibly known that I just needed sex to feel confident for the first time?

“Mol? Is that you?”

“Yeah,” I called back. “I just got home.”

Rebecca came into the living room with her hands on her hips. “You were gone for a long time,” she said.

“Yeah.” I flushed, feeling guilty. “I was with Alex.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “I know,” she said. “I gave you his number, remember?”

I nodded. “Sorry,” I said. I swallowed. The tension between us was as thick as my thighs. “I don’t want this to be awkward for you.”

“Because you’re sleeping with my brother?” Rebecca shrugged. “It’s fine.”

That stung a little bit. “It was your idea in the first place,” I said, still determined not to let Rebecca know how long I’d lusted over Alex.

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t think you’d hook up more than once,” Rebecca said sourly.

I didn’t reply. Biting my lip, I looked down at the ground.

“I’m going to take a shower, and then go to campus for a while,” I said. “I have a lot of work to catch up on.”

Rebecca nodded. “Okay. Will you be home for dinner?”

“Yeah, what are you making?”

“Do tacos sound good?”