DR. Delight: A Standalone Forbidden Romance by Mia Ford, Brenda Ford (32)

“Yeah,” I said. My stomach rumbled. I was still full from the ice cream, but something about eating massive amounts of sugar at once always made me hungrier than usual.

Rebecca looked relaxed for the first time since I’d gotten home. “Okay,” she said. “Oh, and could you check my mailbox? I’m expecting something for a class, some dumb book for a group project.”

“Yeah, no problem,” I said. “Anything else?”

Rebecca shook her head. As soon as she was back in the kitchen, a smile spread across my face. I gave my first blowjob, I thought, closing my eyes and remembering how it felt to have Alex’s cock and balls in my mouth. It hadn’t been all fun – my jaw had ached like heck after the first few minutes – but having a sense of power over Alex, holding him in the palm of my hand…that had made everything worth it. I’d never understood before why some women enjoyed giving blowjobs so much, but I was really starting to get it.

And the way he’d fingered my butt! I couldn’t even think of it without blushing, but it hadn’t been gross or weird at all. It had been amazing and sexy, and more than a little risqué.

Locking myself in the bathroom, I smirked at my reflection. I didn’t look great – I’d gotten a little pink from the sun and my hair was still a sweaty mess, but I did feel different. You’re a real woman now, I thought, mugging at my reflection. And real women know just how to enjoy themselves in bed.

I stayed under the spray of water for so long that it turned tepid and cool. Getting out, I towel-dried my hair, then changed into a fresh pair of jeans and a flowy top that I liked to wear when it was unbearably hot outside. Putting my hair in a bun, I packed my things into a backpack and went to wait for the bus.

I frowned, remembering the girl from outside Alex’s apartment. Who was she, and why had she laughed like that? I wanted to believe Alex that he was with me because he wanted to be…but what if this was all some kind of joke? What if Alex was only sleeping with me because he wanted to laugh behind my back?

I shuddered. I didn’t want to think that was the case, especially now that I’d really started to develop serious feelings for him. And what was I supposed to make of that? What was I supposed to do when I couldn’t hold it in anymore?

By the time I got to campus, I was a complete mess. I checked Rebecca’s mailbox for her – sure enough, there were a few books bound together with a rubber band. As I was moving to tuck them inside my purse, I stumbled and dropped the books on the floor.

I frowned as I bent over. Two of the books were library-science related, but the book tucked in the middle looked like a psychology book for young adults.

“What If I’m Not Like Everyone Else?” The title read. Underneath it was a small rainbow flag. Just as I was about to crack it open out of sheer curiosity, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I screamed and dropped the books to the floor.

“Oh my god, Molly, calm down!”

Turning around, I put my hand over my heart and sighed. “Dan! You can’t sneak up on me like that,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m so jumpy!”

“Clearly,” Dan said. He gave me a friendly smirk. “What’s going on? What’re those?”

“I don’t know,” I said, frowning as I stooped to the ground and grabbed the books, shoving them inside my bag before Dan could see the ‘different’ book with the rainbow on the cover. “They’re my roommates, she asked me to check her mailbox. Some stuff she needs for a project.”

“Ah,” Dan said. He nodded. “So, how are you?” He raised an eyebrow. “And how are things going with her brother?”

I flushed. “I don’t know.”

Dan smirked. “Come on,” he said. “I’m here studying for midterms, but I could use a break. Feel like taking a walk?”

I wrinkled my nose. “It’s so hot outside,” I said. “Do we have to?”

Dan laughed. “Okay, or we could get iced tea from the snack stand in the campus union. Feel like that instead?”

I nodded. “That sounds great, I didn’t even realize it until now but I’m so incredibly thirsty.”

I followed Dan across campus and into the student union. Being a weekend, it was pretty empty. Some undergrads were lounging around, watching stuff on their laptops or snacking on chips right from the bag. My stomach rumbled. I can’t eat now, I have to go home for dinner or Rebecca will be pissed. But something inside of me was irritated with Rebecca – maybe we’d just gotten a little too close for comfort. I knew it wasn’t entirely normal for platonic best friends to be as close as we were…back when we’d been undergrads ourselves, everyone had joked that we were “same sex life partners.”

“So,” Dan said after we settled into a booth. “What’s going on?”

“I wish I had any idea,” I said moodily, slurping my Coke. “We’ve…started seeing each other.”

Dan raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Tell me about that,” he said, leaning over the table and batting his eyelashes. I burst out laughing at his girlish manner – now that I’d spent a little more time with Dan, I was so embarrassed to think that I’d ever thought he was straight.

I shrugged. “It’s…casual.”

“So you’re having sex,” Dan said bluntly. He smirked as he took a long sip of his iced tea. “That’s fine. I do that all the time,” he said. “Although I haven’t done it as much as I should lately. This program is kicking my ass.”

I frowned. “I really should be spending more time on work,” I said. “I know this program is only a year, but it feels like we’ve been doing it forever.”

Dan laughed. “I know,” he said. He glanced over at the undergrads. “Lazy little fucks,” he said. “They act like they have it so hard. I’d kill to be back in undergrad.”

“I wouldn’t,” I said, rolling my eyes. As unhappy as I was with myself now, it had been worse in undergrad. Rebecca and I had been friends with a small group of people who were just like us – bookish, boring, and naïve. A hot night for us had been staying in watching a Jane Austen movie and eating gallons of popcorn. I’d never even had a drink until my twenty-first birthday, and unlike Rebecca, I’d never gone to a party. I’d always been too afraid of people making fun of my weight, and despite multiple attempts to diet, nothing had ever worked.

“Well, I had a lot more sex then,” Dan said. He smirked again and I flushed. “Although some of it, unfortunately, was with women.”

I burst out laughing. “I bet that was very difficult for you,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
Dan laughed. “Molly! Did you just make a joke? I’m scandalized,” he said.

We laughed together. It felt nice to make a friend other than Rebecca – it had been so long, I’d almost forgotten what the sensation was like.

“I guess so,” I said, still laughing. “Maybe I’m loosening up.”

Dan snickered. “Or at least some part of you is,” he said, glancing down at my lap.

I blushed hotly. “Oh my god, Dan!”

Dan laughed. “That’s the second time I’ve gotten that out of you,” he said. “You’re too fun, Molly.”

I smiled. “Glad you’re amused.”

“So this guy…what’s going on? Give me good tea,” Dan said. “I’m so bored of studying that it’s actually killing me.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Tea?”

“Gossip,” Dan said. “Like you know, put tea on, I’ve got stories?”

I laughed. “God, I feel out of the loop. And the guy…I don’t know. I’m so confused. He took me on a real date after last time, though. I mean, I asked him to. But he still did it.”

“Ooh, fancy dinner? Twilight bay cruise?”

“Ice cream.”

“That works, too,” Dan said. “So you think he likes you as more than a friend with benefits?”

I shrugged. “I’m afraid to think about that,” I said, biting my lip. “He’s never…well, he’s never been with anyone like me before, at least, as far as I know. All of the girls hanging around look like supermodels.”

“So you’re self conscious?”

I told Dan what had happened outside of Alex’s apartment complex and he laughed.

“Oh, that doesn’t sound too bad,” he said. “She probably tried to ask him out and he said no and she’s irrationally offended. Don’t be upset, she probably would’ve done the same thing even if you looked exactly like her. Girls like that are used to getting what they want.”

“I hate girls like that,” I muttered. “They make me so mad. They’re so entitled.”

Dan shrugged. “They’re shallow, yeah,” he said. “But they’re probably just as insecure as you.”

I snorted loudly. “I don’t believe it for a second,” I said. “There’s no way anyone could be just as insecure as I am.”

Dan pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of a heartbreakingly pretty girl. She was pale with long dark hair that fell over her shoulders, a perfectly skinny frame, and cool clothes.

“That girl cried herself to sleep every night and starved herself for years because Mom called her fat,” Dan said gravely. “That’s my sister, Eleanor.”

“She’s beautiful,” I said.

Dan nodded. “Yep. She is. But she doesn’t think so.”

I frowned. Maybe Dan was right – maybe I did have a warped understanding of what it felt like to be normal. Still, the image of the blonde girl outside of Alex’s door doubled over with laughter made me feel like crawling under a rock and not coming out for years.

Dan and I chatted for another hour before I realized it was getting to be dinner time. We parted with a hug and I waited for the shuttle bus, sweating in the late afternoon heat. By the time I got home, Rebecca had the table set.

“I got your books,” I said, taking them from my bag and putting them on the table. “Sorry I’m late.”

Rebecca blushed. “They weren’t in an envelope?”

I shrugged. “Nope. Just had a rubber band around them.”

“Ugh,” Rebecca said. “I’ve told my professor that the people who work in the mailroom are such thieves, but I guess he didn’t care about getting his books stolen.” She stood up and quickly swept the books from the table and into her arms, blushing as she strode out of the room.

When she came back, she looked a little calmer. “Sorry,” Rebecca said. “I’m just hungry.”

“Well, I’m here now. We can eat.”

Rebecca set out the tortillas, ground beer, shredded cheese, sour cream, and lettuce. I loaded my plate and settled into my chair with a beer.

“This looks good,” I said appreciatively. “Thanks for putting all of this together.”

Rebecca nodded. “You’re welcome,” she said. “It’s been days since we ate together.”

“Yeah,” I said. Before I took a bite, I glanced up. “Hey, Rebecca?”

“Yeah?”

“Has Alex ever…has he ever had a girlfriend?”

“Not that I can recall,” Rebecca said. She narrowed her eyes. “You know him – he’s Mr. User. He only likes to sleep with girls. The only people I think he actually enjoys spending time with are the other firemen.”

“Oh.” I hadn’t exactly been expecting to hear different news, but I couldn’t lie – Rebecca’s unsettling words had put a knot in my stomach. I took a taco in my hands and took a bite, but the food tasted like ash in my mouth.

“Why? You want to be his girlfriend?” Rebecca laughed before I could reply. “Don’t get too hopeful, Molly. He’s not that kind of guy.” She shook her head.

“I don’t know what I want,” I said. I bit my lip and frowned. I didn’t like the direction this conversation was veering in, but I felt powerless to stop it.

“Well, if you’re thinking that he’s going to actually date you, you have to get that idea out of your head.” Rebecca stabbed at a pile of refried beans on her plate with such force that the table shook.

I frowned. “I’m sorry, did I make you angry with me? Did I say something?”

Rebecca sighed. She propped her elbow up on the table and rested her chin, looking moody and peevish.

“I don’t know, Molly,” Rebecca said. “Maybe I’m just having PMS or something.”

“Well, if I made you mad, I’d like to know,” I said slowly. I sniffed. “You know I’m not great at reading people.”

Rebecca shrugged. “I don’t really want to talk about this anymore. How was the rest of your day?”

I looked at her. “Rebecca, we talk about everything,” I said. “We’re best friends. That’s what best friends do.”

Rebecca nodded. “I know. I’m sorry. I just…I really don’t want to hurt your feelings, Molly. I know you’re having fun right now and I don’t want to rain on your parade.”

“Well, just say it,” I said crossly. “Because now you’re making me paranoid. Did Alex say something about me? To you? Or did you hear something?”

“Molly, you really need to dial back this…obsession, or crush, or whatever it is that you’ve suddenly developed on my emotionally unavailable brother,” Rebecca said. “I mean, yeah, I’m glad you’re getting out and feeling more confident.”

“If you knew this was going to be a problem, why the hell did you suggest it in the first place?” I asked angrily. “It’s not my fault if he likes hooking up with me!”

“You’re going to get your heart broken,” Rebecca said. She sniffed and tossed her pale hair over one shoulder. “And honestly, I don’t know if I feel up to the job of keeping you in one piece when that happens.”

“You don’t know what’s going to happen,” I said. “You hate your brother! You’ve told me yourself, like a thousand times.”

“I do,” Rebecca said. “And for good reason. Molly, I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I just really don’t like this. I don’t like that you’re mooning over him all the time, and spending so much time with him.”

“We’ve hooked up twice,” I said. “And went out for ice cream once. That hardly counts as ‘so much time’!”

Rebecca sighed. “Look, I told you, I really don’t feel like talking about this anymore,” she said. “How was your trip to campus?”

I rolled my eyes and stood up, grabbing my plate. “You know, I think I feel like having dinner in my room tonight,” I said. “Unless you’re going to get mad about that, too.”

Rebecca gave me a wounded, angry look. “I can’t believe you,” she said. “I’ve supported you forever! And now you’re suddenly getting all bitchy and entitled with me because I’m trying to be honest with you?”

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re one to talk,” I snapped, whirling on my heel and stomping down the hall to my room. I knew I was acting like a child, but I couldn’t believe Rebecca! She was acting like she knew everything in the world – when had that started? And what was her problem? Why did she care so much about who I was sleeping with?

“Don’t walk away from me!” Rebecca yelled. “We’re not finished yet!”

“You said you didn’t even want to talk about it anymore!” I snapped loudly before slamming my door.

Behind the door, I heard Rebecca’s muffled response. But I didn’t care.

 

Chapter Thirteen

Alex

Days passed. I couldn’t stop thinking about Molly – the way she’d shaken so violently during her orgasm, the way she’d dutifully dropped to her knees and sucked me off better than a porn star could.

And getting ice cream with her – which hadn’t been bad. I might’ve even had fun.

I didn’t feel like myself at all, and I knew that wasn’t a good sign. So when my Monday shift rolled around, I strolled into the firehouse, determined to have a good time with the guys…or at least fake it until I could make it.

“Hey, man,” Rob said, slapping me heartily on the back. “I didn’t see you all weekend!”

“Uh, yeah, I was busy getting my dick wet,” I said. “Unlike you, I have priorities in life.”

The other guys roared with laughter and Rob threw me an annoyed glance.

“I bet you do,” Rob said smugly. “With who?”

Shit. I can’t say Molly. They can’t know I’m fucking some chick the size of a heifer!

“Her name is Hannah,” I lied. “Blonde sorority girl. She just moved into my building.” I closed my eyes and struggled to remember our brief conversation by the mailboxes. “She’s a tri Delt, you know how slutty those girls are. She sucked me off like a pro.”

The guys cheered and clapped. “Whoa, bro! Alex, you’re a champ,” one of them yelled.

Rob grinned. “Doing God’s work,” he said, shaking his head and laughing. “You get all the luck, man. I’d kill for your leftovers.”

I smirked. “They call it sloppy seconds, bro,” I said. “And she’s yours if you want her. You know I don’t like fucking the same girl more than three or four times.”

“Asshole,” Rob said, but he was grinning. “Man, show me your skills. It’s been ages since we went out. When our shift is over, let’s go into the city and pick up some hot bitches. I want a girl to blow me like that.”

I shrugged. “Maybe.” I smirked. “Who knows, Hannah might’ve blown up my phone by then. She was awfully thirsty,” I said, remembering the delicious way Molly had slurped up my cock and balls like they were the world’s most delicious food.

“Let her wait,” Rob said. He reached into a small fridge and tossed me a can of beer. “Girls like that – they like waiting around for us to call.”

I rolled my eyes. “Savage,” I said. I popped the beer open and poured half down my throat. “Rob, no wonder you can’t get any pussy with that attitude.”

“Like you’ve never made a girl wait?”

I laughed. “Well, you learned from the best, after all.”

Rob smirked. “Hey, how’s that sister of yours?” He leaned in close. “She’s a virgin, right? Ever fucked a virgin, Alex?”

I snickered. “I try not to,” I said, rolling my eyes. “They’re usually not very good.” Except for Molly, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking. “Why? You think she’ll let you get your dick wet?”

Rob laughed. “We should double date. You, me, your sister, and that hot foxy blonde. Maybe she can blow us both under the table.”

“You’re a dog,” I said, but my voice was tinged with admiration. Every time I thought I was the world’s biggest pervert, Rob always outdid me.

“Like it wouldn’t be fun,” Rob said. He smirked. “Besides, you and your sister have such a…sweet relationship,” he added.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” I said dryly. “I have no idea how we made it out of adolescence without burning our parents’ house down.”

Rob threw his head back and laughed. “I’m sure there are plenty of people who would be more than willing to pay just to witness that,” he said.

“No shit,” I said. I slurped down the last of my beer and reached for another can. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to drink on duty – but no one listened to the rules. Everyone drank, anyway. We just made sure not to get too plastered if we thought things were going to be busy that night.

“I never had a sister,” Rob said thoughtfully. “I always sorta wanted one, though. An older sister, though, like three or four years older than me. That way I could spy on her and check out her tits after she hit puberty.”

I laughed. “You’re one sick fuck, you know that?” Besides, it was nothing like that. Rebecca hated me from the moment she came sailing out of the womb. She was always jealous of me.”

“Why?”

“Because I was a total shit to my parents so I got more attention,” I said, grinning smugly. “I acted out all the fucking time. And Rebecca totally hated me – she was jealous.”

“So why didn’t she act like a little bitch just to get more attention?”

I shrugged. “She tried, but she couldn’t compete with me,” I said with a snicker. “There was one time when she ripped up all the flowers in Mom’s garden. That probably would’ve gotten her a spanking, but I came home suspended from school for kicking some geek’s ass. So Mom pretty much forgot about it. Rebecca was so pissed – she stayed in her room for a whole week.”

Rob laughed. “You really were a little shit, wow,” he said. “So, look, we should really go out later. I’m dying to hit the town with you.” He elbowed me in the side. “We can have some steak, pick up some girls. What do you think about that?”

I shook my head. All I could think about was Molly – and talking about Rebecca had brought her closer to the front of my mind than ever before.

“Nah,” I said. “I think I’m gonna stay in. I’m coming down with something.”

Rob squinted. “Are you coming down with a terminal case of Becoming a Pussy?”

I glared at him. “Dude, cut the shit. Why are you so butthurt that I don’t want to go out and find a couple of skanks to screw?”

“Because you used to love going out and finding a couple of chicks to screw,” Rob said. He frowned. “I just don’t know what’s gotten into you, man. You’re a different dude now.”

I sighed. “I told you, I think I’m getting sick. And besides, I’m pretty occupied at the moment.” I smirked, thinking of Molly’s pussy dripping juice all over my cock. “This girl, man, she’s something else. She’s like the hottest girl I’ve ever fucked. She really lets go.”

Rob whistled. “Sounds nice if you can get it,” he said. He smirked at me. “So really, you’re just coming down with a case of obsession?”

I frowned. Obsession. It was a word that I’d used privately, in my own mind, when thinking about Molly. But coming from someone else?

“No,” I said, shaking my head and tossing my empty beer can into the trash. “I’m just tired, man. That’s all.”

“Liar,” Rob said. But he wasn’t angry anymore – there was something strange in his voice.

Jealousy.

 

Chapter Fourteen

Molly

After the fight with Rebecca, we didn’t speak for a few days. I was depressed – we hadn’t fought like that since high school, at least not that I could remember. And even before, it had been bad…but this was worse, much worse.

I knew that I should apologize just to break the ice, but whenever I thought about doing it, I got angry. Why should I have to apologize, when I didn’t do anything wrong? She was the one getting her knickers in a twist just because I had the hots for her brother. And besides, if she was really an observant friend, she would’ve caught wind of that years ago. It’s not like my crazy obsession with Alex Travers is anything new.

Days went by and I didn’t apologize. We didn’t see much of each other – it was the first time I’d really felt relieved that we didn’t share any classes in our program. I hung out with Dan on campus as late as I could without missing the bus home. One night, we ordered pizza to campus and sat up in the loft of the student union, watching old movies from the fifties on the projection screen. Dan was becoming a good friend of mine.

“So, how are things with McDreamy?” Dan asked, winking at me.

I rolled my eyes. Alex had texted me a couple of times – of them to say that he wished he was buried inside my tight pussy. But I hadn’t responded. I knew it was bad – he was chasing me, why was I ignoring him? I hadn’t answered because a secret small part of me was just paranoid that Rebecca was wreaking havoc on my life for no reason. What if she’d somehow hacked into Alex’s phone and she was using that to mess with me? It was totally crazy and paranoid, and yet I couldn’t shake the thought from my mind.

“He’s texted me a couple of times,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual. “I don’t really know what that means.”

Dan laughed. “It means he texted you,” he said. “Trust me, honey, I’d read into it if I wanted to disappoint you. But it just means…he likes talking to you, or he wants you to think of him.”

I swallowed hard and reached for my fourth slice of pizza. Ever since I’d started sleeping with Alex, I felt hungrier than I’d ever felt in my entire life. “Well, that’s funny, because I can’t stop thinking about him even when I want to,” I said, chewing thoughtfully. “I dream about him every night and every day. I got a C on that stupid quiz last week because I kept going off to la la land and thinking about Alex.”

“Oh, honey, you’re a goner,” Dan said. “You can’t keep that up. You should try to find another distraction.”

I frowned. “Like what?” I nibbled delicately my crust. “Like knitting? I already knit,” I said. “And I hate crocheting.”

Dan gave me a look. “Are you real?” He laughed. “A twenty-two-year-old virgin who knits! That’s rich,” he said.

I glared. “Hey,” I said. “I’m not a virgin anymore. And you know that.”

“I’m teasing,” Dan said. “But no, Molly, I didn’t mean knitting.” He leaned in close. “I meant fucking.”

“I’m already doing that,” I said. I blushed hotly. “And I don’t want to stop, if that’s what you think.”

“I didn’t mean with Alex,” Dan said dryly. “I meant with someone new. You need to diversify, Molly. Branch out and find a backup guy. Find someone who likes you a lot more than you like them, and that way you’ll be set. A woman today needs to have options,” he said.

“I don’t think I could do that,” I said. “Isn’t that like…cheating on Alex?”

“Don’t be naïve, Molly,” Dan said. “He might be sleeping with other women. Unless you’ve talked about being in a relationship, you should always assume the other person is sleeping around.”

My jaw dropped. “You’re kidding,” I said. “People don’t do that!”

“What did I say about being naïve?”

I blushed. “You make me feel like such a dumb kid,” I said, shaking my head. “I never even thought about this stuff before.”

“Well, there’s a bit of a learning curve,” Dan said dryly. He reached for a slice of pizza and plucked the pepperoni off before eating. When he set them down on the box, I reached for one and chewed without even tasting it.

“I’m starting to figure that out on my own,” I said. I sighed. “This is just…harder than I thought it would be. And I don’t think I could sleep with anyone else! I like Alex too much. The thought of being with another guy just seems weird and kind of awful to me.”

Dan gave me a sympathetic look. “Molly, just promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“That you’ll never tell Alex any of what you just said to me,” Dan said. “You need to maintain a little…secrecy. That makes you sexier, trust me.”

I frowned. “I guess,” I said. “But I wouldn’t know how to bring this stuff up, anyway. I already have such a hard time talking to Alex.”

Dan shrugged. “You’ll get better,” he said. “Just keep practicing. And remember what I said – you can always meet some guy who has a crush on you, even if you never sleep with him. Practice on him – someone who likes you no matter what.”

I was about to reply as I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. “Oh my gosh,” I said. “I hope it’s Alex!”

Dan rolled his eyes. “You’re hopeless, Molly.”

My stomach churned and twisted when I saw Rebecca’s name flashing on the caller ID.

“It’s my roommate,” I hissed. “We got in this huge fight last week and we still haven’t talked!”

“You should answer it,” Dan said. “Maybe she wants to apologize for being such a meddling bitch.”

I blushed. The phone kept buzzing and buzzing. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of agony, I swiped the call open and held it to my ear.

“Hello?”

“I know you know it’s me,” Rebecca said. She sounded miserable. “Molly, I’m really sorry. This is just hard for me. Neither of us has ever dated before – we’ve both always spent so much time together.”

“I know.”

“Can you come out and meet me? I’ll buy you dinner.”

I looked down at the mostly empty pizza box. “Sorry, I just ate. I’m on campus – Dan and I ordered a pizza.”

“Oh, okay. Drinks then? We could go to a bar and I’ll buy you a few beers.”

I swallowed. Part of me wanted to say no, to yell at her for being such a bitch. But the other part of me desperately missed my friend. This had been one of the loneliest weeks of my life and I was looking forward to making up and getting over it.

“Okay,” I said. “Where do you want to meet?”

Rebecca gave me the address of a bar close to campus and I hung up, slipping the phone into my pocket.

“We’re going to get drinks together,” I said, getting to my feet and picking up my things. “Sorry, I felt sort of like I had to say yes.”

Dan waved his hand in the air. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” he said. He rolled his eyes. “You think you have a dramatic life? Try being a gay man.”

I laughed. “Thanks for not minding,” I said. Dan pecked me on the cheek and I set out for the bar.

When I got there, it was so crowded I could barely squeeze past the bar. Rebecca was at a small table in the back, nursing a glass of white wine.

“Hey,” Rebecca said. She gave me a hopeful smile. “Thanks for coming out on such short notice. I know I could’ve waited for you at home…but I don’t know, this is probably better.”

I nodded. “Yeah,” I said. “Um, thanks for apologizing. That means a lot.”

“I was just such a jerk,” Rebecca said. “I’m jealous of your time, Molly, and I realize that’s totally not healthy. We’ve just always been so close, you know?”

I nodded. “I know,” I said. “Trust me, I get it.”

Rebecca sighed. “I’m just sorry I acted like that. It’s kind of…hard to imagine you with my brother, and I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Well, probably nothing will happen with Alex,” I said, sighing moodily. “So, it’s not like you have much to worry about.”

“Have you seen him this week?”

“Seen who?”

The sound of Alex’s voice made both Rebecca and I jump. He grinned, then lowered his muscular body down into a chair next to me. His face was red and sweaty, and I could smell beer on his breath.

“Alex!” I said. “What are you doing here?”

Alex smirked. “Having a drink. God, Molly, you would be the only person in a bar without a beer in front of you.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “She obviously just got here,” she said. “If you care so much, go get her something.”

Alex cocked his head to the side and stared at me. “Only if she promises to thank me for it,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

I blushed hotly, grateful for the dark cover of the bar. “Of course,” I said. My voice was barely above a whisper.

Alex grinned and vaulted out of his chair.

“I can’t believe he just showed up!” Rebecca said. She shook her head. “I should go.”

“No,” I said. “Don’t.”

“Really? You don’t want to be alone with him?”

I did want to be alone with him – more than anything else in the world. But being in a bar wasn’t really like being alone, and I felt like the nature of my friendship with Rebecca was still slightly more precarious than it should be.

“No,” I said. “I mean, stay, you should really stay.”

Rebecca nodded. She took a sip of her wine. “If he gets mean, I’m leaving,” she said. “But don’t feel like you have to come.” She yawned. “I’m exhausted.”

“Me, too.”

Alex set a frothy mug of beer down in front of me. He smirked. “All yours,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said shyly. “How much do I owe you?”

Alex waved his hand dismissively through the air. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’m sure you can think of a way to pay me back later.”

My blush darkened to a crimson red and I nodded. Alex sat down, scooting his chair close to mine. When I felt his hot hand on my leg under the table, I shrieked.

“Molly? Are you okay?” Rebecca asked, her voice tinged with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Molly’s just feeling a little jumpy tonight,” Alex said. He moved his fingers higher up my thigh, pushing the skirt of my sundress into my lap. I bit my lip and resisted the urge to squirm.

“Yeah,” I said. “Don’t worry. I’m fine.”

“So, sis, Rob was talking about you today,” Alex said. His fingers moved higher and higher, until they were practically in my crotch. I shifted, spreading my legs slightly to allow him greater access. He pinched me and I squeaked, covering my hand with my mouth.

“Wow, Molly, you’re so jumpy tonight,” Alex said smoothly. “You okay?”

I nodded just as his fingers strayed to the crotch of my panties. They were soaked with sweat and the juice from my pussy. Just being around Alex again was making me feel sexy and horny. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to pull me into the grimy bar bathroom and fuck me against the wall. I wanted to lick my own juices off his cock, just like I’d done with his fingers.

“I’m fine,” I squeaked.

“Rob?” Rebecca asked. “Your weird friend?”

Alex’s fingers brushed the spot of wet fabric right over my clit and a delicious wave of pleasure shot through my body. I spread my legs even further and rolled my hips forward, desperate for more pleasure. Alex stroked me harder, circling his fingertip around my clit until I thought I would moan.

“Yeah, Rob,” Alex said. “He said something about a double date. You game?”

Rebecca bit her lip. “You mean….” She trailed off, gesturing to the three of us.

Alex nodded. “Yeah. I was thinking dinner or something. You like steak, right Molly?”

As he said it, his fingers pulled the crotch of my panties to the side. Cool air hit my hot, wet pussy in the most delicious way possible and I swallowed another loud moan.

“Yeah,” was all I managed to say.

Alex’s finger slipped inside my wet cave and I shivered. He kept his thumb against my clit as his fingers slid in and out of my soaked hole. Fire was building in my lower belly and I kept my hands clenched in fists under the table so I wouldn’t move.

“Good girl,” Alex murmured under his breath, too low for Rebecca to hear. “Don’t move or I’ll stop.”

“I like steak,” Rebecca said. She frowned. “But I don’t know if I like Rob. He’s kind of a pig, isn’t he?”

Alex shrugged. With his unoccupied hand, he lifted his beer to his lips and drank. “It’s just a date, sis. It’s not like you’re signing away your life to him or anything like that.”

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

Alex’s fingers moved faster and faster, his thumb stroking my clit like a vibrator. It felt so good that I could hardly breathe, and I could feel a powerful orgasm building in my lower belly. My nipples had stiffened into little pebbles of flesh and they brushed against the cotton of my dress, only furthering the delightful torment that Alex was inflicting on me.

I spread my legs even further, until the fabric of my underwear was cutting into the sides of my body. I didn’t care. The pleasure growing between my legs was becoming too powerful to ignore. When my orgasm hit, I gasped and held my breath. The delicious, by-now-familiar sensations brought a torrent of orgasmic pleasure to my body and I clutched the table as I trembled and shook.

Alex pulled his hand away just as the waves were starting to fade. He licked his lips and smirked at me.

“So, double date with Rob some time next week,” Alex said, getting to his feet. He lifted his fingers to his nose and sniffed, keeping his eyes locked with mine the whole time. “When are you free, Molly?”

“Hey,” Rebecca said. “We have totally different schedules you know!”

“Yeah, but Molly’s more important,” Alex said with a snicker. “You’re just an afterthought, sis.”

“I hate you,” Rebecca muttered under her breath.

“I’m free Wednesday and Thursday,” I said. “Do either of those work?”

Alex looked at Rebecca and raised his eyebrows. “Either of those work for you, Miss Spoiled and Demanding?”

Rebecca gave him a dark look. “Either,” she said. “And tell Rob to behave himself.”

Alex laughed. “Got it,” he said. “Although I have to warn you, he might not listen.” He chugged the rest of his beer and set the glass down on the table.

“Well, it was nice, ladies. But I had some fish and chips for lunch, and I need to go wash my hands and then go home.” He smirked at me as he said ‘fish.’

I blushed hotly. The delicious sensations were still echoing around in my body and I nodded.

“Nice to see you,” I said, smiling. “Have a good night, Alex.”

“Yeah, what she said, only not as nice,” Rebecca said. She rolled her eyes. “Molly, you wanna go home? Or go out for froyo?”

“Let’s get froyo,” I said, getting to my feet. “I have a feeling I just worked up an appetite.”

 

Chapter Fifteen

Alex

I didn’t wash the scent of Molly’s sweet, musky cunt off my fingers. Instead, I drove home with my hand under my nose, smelling her pussy and dreaming of the day I could plow her into oblivion.

You need to knock it off, I thought. This is moving too fast.

As much as I’d screwed my way through life, I’d never really been interested in dating. I’d had one girlfriend, back in high school, for about a week. I cheated on her three times in one weekend, and she found out and spent the next six months bursting into tears whenever she saw me in the hall. That experience had been a long time ago – over ten years – but it had frightened me into behaving, or at least keeping myself emotionally unavailable from women. They were too much drama. Besides, I really only liked having sex with them. I’d never enjoyed having dinner with girls, or getting drinks with them. The thrill of the chase had only been fun in my younger years, and then it got old.

But somehow, I liked the idea of having dinner with Molly. Even if my stupid, annoying brat of a sister would be there, too.

I just hoped Rob would behave himself and not act like a total and complete ass.

That night, I barely slept. I kept dreaming of Molly. Her pussy, her tits, her amazing smile. What was it about her that made me feel so horny all the time? And why did I want to think about her even when I wasn’t in the mood to fuck?

Was I in danger of getting too close?

I didn’t want any messy drama. Molly seemed like the dramatic type. She was immature, inexperienced, and I knew she’d never been in a relationship. Hell, getting ice cream with me was her first real date. I had to keep distance between us, or I knew I’d really wind up hurting her. I didn’t want to do that.

But the problem was, I had no idea what it was that I did want to do.

The problem plagued me for days. By the time Wednesday rolled around, I was feeling hornier for Molly than ever before. But now my lust was mixed with confusion. It was clear I didn’t just like fucking her. I liked her. But what was going to happen?

At the end of the day, I took a long shower and put on my best cologne with a clean shirt and a pair of dark jeans. I didn’t normally spend this much time on my appearance, and it was borderline embarrassing, almost like I was a girl or some stupid fag. The plan was for Rob to meet us at the restaurant, and I’d drive Molly and Rebecca over. That way, Rob could take Rebecca home…and I could take Molly back to my place and fuck her senseless. I wanted to do everything with her. I wanted to bury my face between her fat thighs and lick her cunt until she howled with pleasure. I wanted her to suck my cock until my balls ached. I wanted to fuck her in the pussy, in the ass, between the tits – everything.

I didn’t fuck girls in the ass very often. Most girls wouldn’t let me do that on a one-night stand, and I rarely got to fuck someone enough times before I could ask. But I had a feeling Molly would love it, and I wanted to fuck her virgin asshole until she couldn’t sit down for days. I smirked as I got into my Mustang and roared away from my apartment.

Tonight’s going to be awesome, I thought. Some steak, getting laid, and then what? Would Molly spend the night with me? I’d never let a chick sleep over before – I didn’t like the ideas it put in their heads.

But somehow, I had a feeling that with Molly, I was playing another game entirely.

When I got to my sister’s apartment, I knocked on the door until Rebecca answered. Half of her face didn’t have makeup and she looked stressed.

“I’m not finished getting ready,” she said. “Molly’s not home yet, she’s coming right from campus.”

“Rob’s going to meet us there,” I said. “So, we can’t be late.”

Rebecca put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because I’m sure Rob is the picture of punctuality,” she said with a groan. “I’ve got to finish getting ready.”

She disappeared in the bathroom and I took one of Molly’s beers from the fridge and cracked it open. I thought of kicking back on the couch and flipping through the channels on their huge TV, but instead I wandered down the hall. Molly’s door was closed, but I pushed it open and glanced around. I snickered – it was a mess. She’s really a slob, I thought as I stepped inside and looked around. There were dirty clothes and books all over the floor, and the covers of the bed weren’t mad. The air of her room had that sweet smell of her body and I inhaled deeply as my cock stiffened in my pants. Part of me was tempted to lock the door and hump her mattress, smelling the scent of her sweat and pretending it was her.

“Alex?” Rebecca was standing in the door. “What are you doing in here? I told you, she’s not home yet.”

“Yeah, I know.” I smirked. “Just thought I’d take a look and see where the magic happens.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Well, come on, it’s creepy that you’re in there when she’s not home,” she said. “Are you ready to go?”

“We have to wait for Molly,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “At least, that’s what I thought, right?”

Rebecca sighed. “Look, Alex…what are you doing with her? Are you going to keep stringing her along and then never talk to her again? What am I supposed to say when she’s totally heartbroken?”

I narrowed my eyes. “I haven’t thought of that,” I said, shaking my head. “Besides, how do you know that’s going to happen? What are you, some kind of genius psychic wizard?”

Rebecca crossed her arms over her chest. “Very funny,” she said. “But I know you, Alex, you’re my brother. I’ve spent practically my whole life with you, and I know how you work.” She glanced at the ceiling and sighed. “Look, I thought it would be a good idea for you and Molly to have sex so she could lose her virginity – I wasn’t actually expecting it to happen! And if it did happen, I didn’t think it would be more than once!”

“What’s your point?” I stepped closer, drawing myself to my full height and looking down at my little sister. “You thought I wouldn’t actually fuck her?”

Rebecca exhaled loudly. “I don’t know what I thought,” she said. “But…this is too much. The attention, the dates. She’s starting to think you really like her.”

Before I could think and reply, the front door opened and slammed shut.

“I’m home!” Molly yelled. “Rebecca? Alex?”

I exchanged a glance with my sister.

“Yeah!” Rebecca called loudly, pulling me into the hall before Molly could discover us in her bedroom. “We’re here!” She shot me a dirty look. “Whatever you do,” Rebecca hissed under her breath. “Just don’t say anything. You got that?”

I looked at her and shrugged. “Whatever.”

 

Chapter Sixteen

Molly

The prospect of being around with Alex and his friend, Rob, made me incredibly nervous, even though I didn’t want to admit it. I didn’t know what kind of Alex he’d be – the sweet, lovable Alex that I was used to, or the mean Alex who poked fun of my weight while drinking my beer.

“I’m nervous,” I said, biting my lip and shifting in the passenger seat of Alex’s car. Looking down at my outfit, I felt even worse. I’d taken extra care of my looks today – I’d even gone to my favorite plus-size store and bought a new dress, along with getting a makeover from Sephora. I’d felt confident and happy before getting home, but now I wondered if I’d gone overboard. Rebecca was simply dressed in the peasant blouse and denim skirt she wore whenever there was a “function” at school. She wasn’t even wearing heels.

Alex hooted with laughter. “You have no reason to be nervous,” he said, chuckling. He glanced over his shoulder at his sister, pouting in the backseat. “She’s the one who oughta be nervous,” he added. “Rob hates slobs.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue. “I knew this was a bad idea,” she muttered under her breath. “Where the hell are we going, anyway?”

“La Casa Pasta,” Alex said.

“Oh, I’ve always wanted to go there,” I said, both in a futile attempt to break up the tension between Alex and my best friend and out of genuine excitement. “I love Italian food.”

Alex put his hand on my knee and squeezed as he smirked. “I figured,” he muttered under his breath.

There it was – another one of those ambiguous remarks. Was he trying to please me, or was he making a fat joke? I could never tell with him.

Rebecca yawned in the back seat. “Well, whatever this is, it can’t take too long,” she said. “I’m so tired I feel like I’m going to fall asleep in my fettucine.”

“Don’t even start trying to get out of this,” Alex said. “You know how much Rob likes you.”

“Guys,” I said. “I know you fight all the time – it’s like an Olympic sport for you both! But can you just give it a rest tonight? I really want to have a good time and I don’t think that’s going to be possible if you’re screaming down each other’s throats all night.”

Alex squeezed my knee even harder. A delicious thrill shot up my back and I shivered. How was this night going to end? Would he drop me off at home, with Rebecca? Or would he take me back to his apartment? And once we were there…what would he do with me?

“Relax,” Alex said. “Rebecca and I can play nice when we want to – think of whenever we’re alone with our parents!”

I forced a laugh. The idea wasn’t funny to me, to be honest. I was starting to think this whole thing had been a mistake. How much longer could I juggle the two most important people in my life – how the heck was I going to pull this off without ruining my relationship with Rebecca?

“Yeah, Molly, don’t worry about it,” Rebecca said. “We’ll be fine.”

Alex pulled into the parking lot of a swanky restaurant and double-parked. He smirked at me before climbing out of the car and sauntering inside. Rebecca and I followed. I pulled at the skirt of my dress, trying to make it fit me the same way it had looked on the mannequin. The mannequin in the store hadn’t looked fat – she’d been beautiful, with curves like Christina Hendricks. But when I caught a glimpse of myself in a foyer mirror, I realized I looked awful.

“This was a bad idea,” I said to Rebecca, as we waited for the maître d. “I’m really sorry if I put you in a bad spot.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said darkly. “Everything will be fine.”

Alex was nowhere to be seen. Neither did I see Rob, Alex’s friend, lurking anywhere inside the plush red velvet and gold interior. The maître d showed Rebecca and me to a table, sniffing and looking down his nose at us. Another frumpy couple of virgins, I thought, trying to read his mind. He’s probably disappointed that we’re not hot girls.

“This place really is nice,” Rebecca mused under her breath as she picked up a menu. “Where the hell did my brother run off to?”

“I have no idea,” I said anxiously, glancing around for Alex’s handsome, tall, muscular frame. “I don’t see him anywhere.”

Rebecca and I sat nervously for ten minutes before Alex and Rob appeared. They both had drinks from the bar in their hands, and Rob was red in the face.

“He looks drunk,” Rebecca hissed. “What the hell, Alex?”

Rob shrugged. “I ain’t drunk, baby,” he said. “Can I call you baby?”

I suppressed the urge to groan as Rebecca rolled her eyes.

“Whatever,” Rebecca said. “Sure. I don’t care.”

Alex snickered. “See, sis? You’re pretty damn agreeable after all!”

The table fell into a frosty silence. Alex was sitting across from me, with Rob and Rebecca on either side. I was disappointed – I hadn’t exactly been expecting him to grope me the same way he had at the bar that night, but I’d still sort of been hoping for that. I shivered at the memory of the intense pleasure seizing my body, making me helpless as orgasms ripped viciously through my wet pussy.

“Well, how does wine sound?” Rob asked, eyeing Rebecca. “What do you girls like to drink?”

Rebecca shrugged. “Anything,” she said dryly. “As long as it comes soon.”

Rob laughed. “I think we can handle that. Alex?”

The sommelier appeared and Alex ordered an expensive bottle of Syrah. I normally didn’t like red wines – they made me flushed, itchy, and sleepy from the first sip – but I’d never gotten drunk around Alex before, and part of me was excited to see if it would make the sex even more fun.

“Molly, can you come with me for a moment?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow from across the table.

“Don’t go,” Rebecca said. She glared at me. “Come on,” she hissed under her breath. “Don’t leave me alone with this creep!”

“It’ll be fine,” I said. I was unable to resist the siren song of Alex and his charms, pulling me close like the mermaids pulled the ship of Odysseus. “I’ll be right back, I’m sure he just wants to talk.”

I pushed my chair back against the plush carpet and stood up, wobbling in my high heels. I almost never wore shoes like this, but the woman at the shop had told me they’d make my calves and butt look fantastic. I wasn’t sure if the desired effect had come out, but at least I was a little taller.

I followed Alex across the restaurant, into the narrow corridor where the bathrooms where. He put a finger over his lips, gesturing for me to be quiet as he led me inside one of the bathrooms and locked the door. The bathroom was nice – clean, and there was even a little couch to the side.

“What are you doing?” I hissed quietly.

Alex wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, kissing me intensely. He tasted like whiskey and spice and I melted in his arms, gently sucking his tongue and lower lip in the way I knew he liked. I moaned softly as Alex ran his hands down my back and squeezed my ass, sending pleasurable sensations racing through my body.

“God, Molly, you look so hot,” Alex whispered. He trailed his hands down my body until they were on my thighs. Hiking my dress up to my waist, he ripped my new panties away from my body and threw the tattered material on the floor of the bathroom. I gasped as he slipped his hand between my legs and pulled it out, sniffing his fingers. He smirked at me and shoved his fingers into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I sucked my juices from his digits, savoring the musky taste of my own pussy.

“Good girl,” Alex purred, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. Leaning forward, I kissed and bit his neck, sucking gently and moving down to the collar of his shirt. I put my arms around him and pulled him close as I kissed and nibbled, enjoying the salty taste of his own skin.

Alex fondled and groped my breasts through my dress. My nipples were stiff and I was only wearing a thin bra of lace and sheer fabric. I’d picked it out in the hope of impressing Alex, and I tilted my head back and moaned softly as he tugged my dress away from my shoulders and lowered his head, suckling at my nipples through the thin material. Fire raced in my loins and I was shaking and quaking with lust and pleasure when Alex pulled his head away. The blood was pumping fast through my veins and I shuddered as Alex slid his hand between my legs once more and gently rubbed my pussy. I spread my legs, my heels braced against the floor. I was already feeling weak from standing so I leaned against the wall, letting it support me while Alex fingered me.

“Do you want me to fuck you,” Alex groaned, leaning close and biting my earlobe as his fingers flicked over my hard clit. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, Molly.”

I sighed with pleasure and moaned softly. “I want you to fuck me,” I said. “Do it right now, Alex.”

“Turn around,” Alex growled.

“What? Why?”

“Do as you’re told,” Alex grunted. “I’m going to fuck you from behind.”

A nervous chill ran down my spine as I turned around and faced the wall, bracing myself with my hands. Alex spanked my butt and I cried out as pain mingled with the intense pleasure flowing through my body like honey. He spanked me again and this time, I leaned into it, maximizing the impact of his hand.

“You’ve been a very, very bad girl,” Alex growled. He pressed me further to the wall, whispering in my ear. I could feel his hard cock poking my butt through the fabric of his pants. “And I’m going to fuck you now, just to show you how bad you’ve really been.”

A shiver of anticipation ran through me and I shuddered as I heard the clinking and rustling of Alex fumbling with his belt and then dropped his pants. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled my ass out to meet him.

“Arch your back,” Alex growled. “Give me full access to that wet pussy.”

I did as he said. It was uncomfortable, especially in heels, but I managed to stay upright as I leaned against the wall and shoved my ass against Alex.

I gasped as the head of Alex’s cock poked my butt. Shivering, I wriggled and tried to squirm away but Alex held me firm. As he entered me, I moaned slowly. It felt intense – even more intense than when he’d fucked me while he’d been on top. But it felt good, like he was going deeper than before, and I moaned again when he was buried deep inside of me.

“Good girl,” Alex cajoled. He tangled his hand in my hand and yanked. I cried out – again, pain flooded my body and mingled with the intense pleasure and arousal that I felt. “You’re a very, very good girl, Molly.”

“I thought I was bad,” I whispered.

Alex spanked me again. With his cock inside of me, it felt even more delicious than before. Then he began to thrust in and out of me, grabbing my hips as it grew more intense. My breath was coming in short little pants and I moaned and arched my back even further. My thighs were shaking from the effort of holding myself up and I couldn’t keep from trembling as Alex’s cock fucked me over and over.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered. Alex took one hand from my waist and I gasped when I felt his fingers stroking my butt cheeks. He parted my globes and dipped his fingers inside, gently rubbing them against my tight, puckered hole.

“I want you to finger your clit,” Alex whispered in my ear. “Can you do that for me.”

I nodded shakily and took one hand away from the wall, sliding it down my body until I found my clit. I’d never masturbated in the past – at least, not to orgasm. I always felt ashamed and stopped before it happened. But this was different – this was sex, and I wanted to please Alex. Whatever he told me to do, I’d do it. I found my hard little nub and started rubbing my finger across it, moaning loudly as my pleasure ramped up.

Alex groaned and grunted as he slammed against me. His finger at my butt grew more insistent and I moaned as I felt the tip of his finger slide inside and disappear inside my most secret place. Moaning loudly, I bit my lip as my orgasm crested over my head like a tidal wave.

“Oh my god,” I shrieked, tossing my sweaty hair as my orgasm broke inside of me. It was so intense that tears filled my eyes. Between Alex’s finger in my butt, his cock in my pussy, and my own self-pleasuring, it was easily the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. My lungs ached and suddenly I realized I’d been holding my breath. Gasping for air, I took my hand away from my clit and steadied myself against the wall.

“Molly, baby, I’m gonna come,” Alex groaned. He thrust inside of me deeper than ever before and stopped for a second. Then I felt his cock start to twitch and pulse as he gushed cum deep inside of my waiting pussy.

For a moment, we stayed locked together. Then Alex slid out and I exhaled shakily, wiping my hand on my thigh and pulling my dress down. When I turned from the wall to face Alex, I saw he was red-faced and sweaty, but grinning.

“Wow,” I said softly.

Alex whistled as he pulled up his boxers and pants. Then he walked over to the sink and washed his hands. “Not that I don’t love the smell of your ass,” he said with a smirk.

I blushed hotly, then took his place at the sink and did the same.
“That was bad,” I said, blushing even deeper. I picked up my torn underwear from the floor and threw them away. “What I am supposed to do about that,” I said, giggling. “I didn’t bring a spare pair!”

Alex smirked. “Good,” he said. “I like thinking about you sitting across from me with your pussy exposed. Open your legs under the table and I’ll drop my fork.”

“Eek!” I gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

Alex grinned as he straightened his clothes. “You should wash your face,” he said. “You look pretty red. See you at the table, Molly.” Then he unlocked the bathroom door and sauntered out, whistling as he walked.

I bent over the sink and splashed cool water over my face, enjoying the soothing sensation. That was so bad, I thought. It was the first time I’d done anything even remotely like that – it made Alex fingering me at the bar seem like elementary school antics. After I dried my face with a coarse paper towel, I headed back to the table with a big grin smeared across my face.

“Where’s Rebecca?” I asked as I sat down. “Did she get up to use the bathroom?”

Rob snickered. “From what I hear, at least one of them was pretty occupied,” he said, snorting.

I blushed and looked down. “Really, it’s not like her,” I said, pulling my phone from my bag and checking it for a text or call. There wasn’t anything but a message from Dan, begging me to tell him how the double date went. I rolled my eyes and stuffed my phone back in my bag.

“Well, even if she left, no reason why I shouldn’t enjoy a nice meal with you two,” Alex said, picking up a menu and yawning. “God, I’m starving. I really worked up an appetite today.”

My blush deepened to a crimson red and I picked up a menu, scanning it for anything that looked good. I almost gasped when I saw the prices – I’d had no idea this place was so expensive. The cheapest option was still twenty dollars, and it was only plain pasta with vegetables. I felt guilty over Rebecca – I knew I should get up and look for her. But the more I looked at the menu, the more I realized I was completely starving.

The waiter came to the table and raised an eyebrow at the sight of us. “Ready to order?”

Alex grinned. “Sure,” he said. “Molly, go ahead.”

 

Chapter Seventeen

Molly

“This was incredible,” I said, sopping up the last of the sauce from my veal parmesan with a piece of bread. “I can’t remember the last time I had Italian food that was this good.”

Alex nodded. “They do it well,” he said. He cocked his head to the side. “Where the hell did my sister go?”

I shrugged. “I was hoping she’d come back at some point, but maybe she just left and went home,” I said. Guilt stabbed me in the chest – deep down, I was pretty sure she’d left. I felt terrible. She’d told me not to leave her alone with Rob, but we hadn’t been gone for that long. What the hell had happened between them?

“Rob, did Rebecca say…I don’t know, anything,” I asked, biting my lip. “Like, did she say she was tired or anything?”

Rob shrugged. “I don’t know, I wasn’t really paying attention,” he said. He eyed me closely for what felt like the first time. “She’s an interesting girl, Molly.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I know, we’ve been best friends for a really long time.”

The waiter came back to ask if anyone wanted dessert. Truthfully, nothing sounded better than a plate full of overstuffed cannoli, but I knew I couldn’t stay any longer. When I declined, Alex picked up the check and soon, we were out in the parking lot. I tilted my head back to look at the stars – sometimes, on clear nights, I could actually see them despite being so close to the city.

“So, you wanna come back to my place?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “I noticed you didn’t have any dessert, but I think I’ve got some ice cream or cookies or something.”

My stomach rumbled and we both laughed.

“I want to,” I said, my voice full of obvious longing. My pussy was still wet and throbbing from the fucking Alex had given me back at La Casa Pasta, but I also felt guilty. “But I really should go home. I’m kind of worried about Rebecca.”
Alex snorted. “She’s a big girl, she can take care of herself. Come on, it’s early.” He raised an eyebrow. “We can…I don’t know, watch a movie or something.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You really want me to come home with you?”

“No, I’m fucking with you,” Alex said sarcastically. “Yes! I want you to come home with me,” he added. “Molly, come on.”

“And…you want me to sleep there?” I asked skeptically. “I thought you didn’t do that, Alex. I thought you didn’t ask girls to spend the night.”

Alex was silent for a long moment. He shrugged. “I don’t, normally,” he said. “But it might not be that bad.”

I frowned. Somehow, it wasn’t the answer I’d wanted to hear, even if it was the most likely option.

“What?” Alex asked. “Why are you being so quiet?”

I shrugged, feeling helpless. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“Well, stop, just come over, okay?”

“Alex, I really can’t,” I said, whining a little bit. “Rebecca’s probably really mad at me. She didn’t even want me to leave the table and go to the bathroom with you.”

“Well, fuck her, I don’t care,” Alex said. He shook his head. “You girls, I don’t fucking get it. Why are you all so goddamn needy?”

“What?” I squinted. “Look, you know how she is,” I said. “She’s kind of…high maintenance.”

Alex sighed. “You know what, fine, I’ll take you home.” He looked at me and narrowed his eyes. “I just thought you would’ve jumped at the chance to spend more time with me, Molly.”

“I would, normally,” I said. “Please, you have to believe me. But this is different – I’m really worried about her. What did Rob say to her to make her leave?”

“He probably didn’t say anything,” Alex said, clearly irritated. “Look, how do you feel about me, anyway?”

I stared at him, my mouth hanging open.

Alex steered the Mustang down my street and parked in front of my apartment. He kept the engine running, but he stared at me, his icy blue eyes filling me with nervous anxiety and confusion.

Oh, I don’t know, I thought sarcastically. I have no idea! Just that I’ve loved you since I was in middle school, and I never in a million years thought you’d pay attention to me! And now, here we are – practically dating!

I swallowed hard. There was no way I could tell Alex how I really felt. I couldn’t even come close – he’d never want to hear my adolescent ramblings about how sexy I’d always found him. And I didn’t want to ruin a good thing. I wasn’t sure how this would end, but part of me knew that someday, it would. And I just wanted to enjoy it, enjoy Alex, as long as I could without doing something stupid to mess it up. Because I always did – I was always dumb enough to fuck up whatever good thing was going on in my life.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” I said, swallowing nervously. My eyes filled with tears. “Alex, please, don’t make me tell you.”

Alex frowned. “Fine,” he said. “Bye, Molly.” He put his hands on the wheel and stared straight ahead, whistling under his breath.

My heart sank. He’s not even going to try to convince me to stay, I thought sadly. He doesn’t give a crap about me!

I pushed open the door and climbed out of Alex’s Mustang, my thighs still unpleasantly slippery. He pulled away from the curb almost immediately and I was sniffling and crying by the time I let myself inside.

Rebecca narrowed her eyes when she saw me. “Molly, what the hell! Why did you disappear forever?”

I gaped. “Me, disappear? Are you kidding? You’re the one who left the restaurant!”

“Because I told you not to leave me alone with him,” Rebecca said, balling her hands into fists. “You’re crying. What happened?”

I sniffled. “I don’t know. Alex…Alex told me he wanted to know how I feel about him, but there’s no way I could tell him! Not now! I don’t want to ruin this.”

Rebecca eyed me for a long time. “Well, I don’t really know what to say, Molly. You have to be honest with him if you want this to work.”

“No! It’s too scary,” I said, wiping my nose with my finger. “There’s no way I could ever tell him that I’m falling in love with him!”

Rebecca sighed and closed her eyes. “Well, it’s your decision,” she said. “I’m going to bed. I’m exhausted.”

As soon as she left the room, I burst into tears.

 

Chapter Eighteen

Alex

I watched Molly’s zaftig figure waddle inside, then I slammed my first against the steering wheel.

“God fucking damnit!” I yelled. “What the fucking fuck!”

Obviously, there was no answer. And I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to hear – did I want Molly to come back outside and get in my car and tell me how she felt about me? Or did I want her to shut up and just keep fucking me and sucking me until I got sick of her? I had no fucking clue how relationships actually worked. I’d never wanted one before – hell, I still wasn’t sure if I wanted one now but I didn’t want to stop seeing Molly. She was like a drug, a deadly addictive, chemically perfect, amazing, insane drug.

I barely slept that night. I tossed and turned in bed, alternately fantasizing about Molly and hating myself for not being able to articulate any of my thoughts to her. I was starting to realize that I had a pretty toxic attitude towards women. My whole life, I was used to getting what I wanted exactly when I wanted it. I’d slept with almost every woman I’d ever known, aside from my mother and Rebecca. And I’d always considered it a positive, but what if it hadn’t actually ever been a good thing? I mean, sure the sex had usually been great…or at least adequate. But I didn’t know how to talk to women because I didn’t see them as people – I only saw them as pussies, tits, and mouths.

It’s my fault, I thought, just as the sky was beginning to lighten with the first streak of dawn. I need to learn how to talk to women, then I can talk to Molly.

I didn’t even know how things were going to end with her, but I knew I didn’t want them to end right away. As soon as it was acceptable, I called and texted. She didn’t answer, and my message stayed on ‘delivered’ for hours.

I can’t believe she’s fucking with me like this, I thought angrily as I paced around my apartment. I can’t believe this fat girl who’s never even had a boyfriend is manipulating me! She’s a natural! Part of me almost admired

Molly – I knew most women wouldn’t have been able to resist me. But that was why I liked her. Molly wasn’t like any other girl that I’d ever met.

Being with her was incredibly refreshing.

By noon, I’d called her six times, left four voicemails, and sent ten text messages. She hadn’t responded to any of them. I tried calling Rebecca, to ask if she could put Molly on the phone. But she didn’t pick up, either.

Finally, I got in my Mustang and drove over to my parents’ house. I didn’t normally visit without calling first, but I knew I was losing my mind. I had to talk to two of the only people who knew me in the world, or else I was really going to go crazy.

Mom was gardening when I pulled up and parked my Mustang. When she saw me, she waved and smiled.

“Hi, honey! Did I forget about something?”

I forced a laugh. “No, Mom, it’s fine. I just wanted to drop by and see you and Dad for a while.”

Mom nodded. She wiped her face with the back of her wrist, leaving a streak of dirt on her forehead. “It’s always nice to see you,” she said. “Can you stay for lunch?”

I sighed. “I’m not really hungry, but I’ll sit with you guys,” I said. “How are things?”

Mom shrugged. She put an arm around me and squeezed. She was short – she barely came up to my chest – but somehow, it was reassuring.

“They’re okay, honey, you know. Just so worried about you!” Mom clucked her tongue. “I saw that case of arson last week, that must have been terrifying.

“Nah, it was fine,” I said, lying through my teeth. “We’re tough guys, you know that.”

“I know,” Mom said, looking into my eyes. Her face was creased with obvious concern. “I just want you to know how proud I am of you, honey.”

I laughed. “God, don’t,” I said. “You know I can’t take compliments like that.”

Mom led me inside and washed her hands while I sat at the kitchen table with a cold beer from the fridge.

“It’s so nice to see you,” Mom said again. “What’s new in your life these days?” She raised an eyebrow and I saw the resemblance between her and Rebecca stronger than ever before. “Any girls?”

I snorted. “One,” I said. “I’ve been seeing her for a couple of weeks.”

“Oh, it would be so nice to see you settle down with a nice girl,” Mom said. “And grandchildren!”

“Oh my god, gross, stop,” I said, waving my hand in front of my face. “You’re not going to have those for a long time.”

Mom sighed. “Well, it’s just as well,” she said. “You know I only want the best for my son. So that girl better be pretty nice,” she added, narrowing her eyes. “Because I could never stand to see you end up with some trashy slut.”

I rolled my eyes. I should’ve expected this conversation – Mom had been ragging me for dating “sluts” even since I was in junior high. Her standards were so high, at least, when it came to me. She didn’t seem to care much about the types of men Rebecca dated.

"Don't worry,” I said. “Molly is a nice girl.” And she’s just slutty enough, I added silently. I couldn’t stop a wicked grin from spreading across my face.

My mom narrowed her eyes and cocked her head to the side. “Not Molly Peters,” she said slowly. “That fat girl who lives with Rebecca? Alex, really. You can do so much better!”

I sighed. “I shouldn’t have said anything,” I replied, getting to my feet and stretching. “Thanks for the beer, Mom,” I said. “I should get going.”

“Oh, Alex, don’t be like this,” Mom said. She frowned. “I just want the best for you, that’s all.”

I shrugged. “I like her,” I said. “And you don’t have to worry about her, Mom. She’s a nice girl. She’d never even been on a date before I took her out.”

Mom shook her head. “That’s not what I’m worried about,” she said. “She’s too inexperienced, Alex. She’s going to fall apart when you decide you want something better.”

“What? Why would I do that?”

Mom bit her lip. “Honey, know I’m not trying to be preachy,” she said. “You know that!”

“Then what are you talking about?” I asked angrily. “Why don’t you think she’s good enough for me?”

“Because you take care of yourself,” Mom said. “You work out, you stay fit. You have to, you’re a fireman for god’s sake! But Molly…she’s always been such a slob,” she added. “And I don’t know why Rebecca likes her so much to be honest. She’s never really seemed like she has much of a personality at all. I can’t remember ever hearing her say more than a squeak. She’s like a mouse!”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, Mom. Enough.” I gave Mom a half-hug, then turned and loped out of my parents’ house. Mom’s reaction left a bad taste in my mouth, even though I knew it was probably pretty typical. Of course, she wouldn’t want me with someone like Molly. She’d want me with someone who looked fresh and virginal – and thin – but I knew the problem with those girls: no matter how innocent they looked, they were all sluts underneath. Molly was different. She was pure.

And she won’t talk to me, I thought miserably. I decided to drive by Rebecca’s apartment, and see if Molly was home. She’ll have to talk to me in person, I thought. She can’t resist me!

My anxiety turned to excitement when I thought of what I could teach Molly next. We’d fucked, I’d fingered her ass, and I’d taught her how to give a really killer blowjob. My cock twitched in my pants at the thought of burying my face between her legs and sucking her clit until she screamed. Yeah, I thought. I’ll give her a treat – eat her pussy as a reward for how good she’s been.

Just as I was making my way through the small downtown of Rolling Hills, I caught a flash of pale hair. Frowning, I slowed down and watched as my younger sister made her way across the street, looking determined. Her mouth was set in a thin line and her arms were wrapped across her body.

Where are you going, I thought. I wasn’t even close to the campus where Rebecca and Molly were studying for their library science degrees. And Rebecca so rarely went out…

I slid into a parking space and watched as Rebecca walked over to a building with a giant rainbow flag plastered on the front. I narrowed my eyes. Rebecca took hold of the door, then glanced over her shoulder as if to make sure no one was following her. I ducked down low in the seat. When I sat straight up again, I saw that she’d disappeared inside.

I snickered. My little sister, in a gay club? All those years where I’d called her a lesbian, I’d been kidding. Besides, even if she was gay, what did I care? Lesbians were hot. But I couldn’t miss the opportunity to see my little sister do something surprising. Rebecca so rarely acted in a way that was anything aside from completely bland and predictable. If she was going into a gay club, I wanted to know why.

I killed the ignition of my car and crossed the street, glancing in both ways. I could hear loud bass thumping from the club when I was still fifteen feet away. Look at me, sauntering into a gay club, I thought with a snicker. My cock was still hard from the mental image of Molly’s pussy right in front of my face. Yeah, I’ll fit right in, I thought, checking out my muscles in the reflective glass of the door.

Inside it was dark and dank. The smell of sour beer, sweat, and fruity cocktails filled the air. Bright lights pulsed and flashed in front of me and it took my eyes a few seconds to adjust. Then I saw the crush of bodies, all dancing intimately. Couples of men and couples of women swayed to the music. I stepped into the shadows, glancing everywhere for my sister. Finally, I spotted her, on the other side of the club. She was dancing, too – swaying to the music with her arms around another woman.

When I saw the other woman, my jaw dropped. She looked exactly like Molly – short, brunette, with huge curves and a bland, sweet smile on her face. Rebecca swirled around, then closed to the woman. The woman closed her eyes and smiled as Rebecca kissed her.

Holy shit, I thought. My sister really is gay!

Suddenly, everything made sense. Why Rebecca had always been so overprotective of Molly. Why Rebecca had seemed apathetic to Rob’s advances…when Rob was just as much of a tomcat as I was. And most of all, why Rebecca was such a bitch to Molly whenever I was around.

I couldn’t believe it. I was competing with my sister for Molly’s heart!

 

Chapter Nineteen

Molly

I tried to stay strong. It wasn’t easy – Alex was texting and calling nonstop. I moped around the house for days, alternately crying and stuffing my face with ice cream, cookies, and cake. Rebecca rolled her eyes every time she saw me tear up. It was getting to be too much – I knew she wasn’t thrilled with me for dating her brother. But she was supposed to be my best friend! Would it kill her to show at least a little empathy?

My life felt empty without Alex. The excitement, the adventure, all of the fun had vanished, just like that. I closed my eyes and sighed, shuddering deeply. And this is all just because you couldn’t admit your feelings for him, I realized, shaking my head. If you could just woman up and tell him how you feel, maybe you wouldn’t be alone with a gallon of ice cream right now!

It was really hard to be in my room. I could hardly lie in bed without thinking about being fucked by Alex. After all, he’d taken me for the first time in my own room – he’d even kissed me for the first time in here!

With another sigh, I rolled out of bed and got to my feet, stretching tall towards the ceiling. I swallowed nervously before opening my door and walking down the hall.

Rebecca was sitting in the living room, watching a talk show. She glanced over her shoulder and nodded at me before turning her attention back towards the television.

“Hey,” I said. “How are things?”

Rebecca shrugged. “Probably better than they are for you.”

I snorted. It was the most empathetic thing she’d said in days.

“I really want to talk to him,” I said. I sighed. “I just…I don’t know what to do, Becks.”

Rebecca shrugged again. “You know how I feel about the situation,” she said. “I wouldn’t get too attached. Trust me, Molly. He’s not the guy for you. You’ll find someone,” she added. “Just give it some time.”

Tears welled up in my eyes. “But I don’t want to give it time,” I said. “I want to talk to him, now!”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “You’re hopeless,” she said. She switched off the television and yawned. “I think I’m going for a run. You want to come?”

I narrowed my eyes. “You run now?”

“I thought I’d try something new,” Rebecca said. “I can always walk, if you want to come.”

I made a face. The idea of sweating and panting under the hot sun didn’t sound like fun. I’d never understood why people liked to exercise – it was all so uncomfortable.

“Nah,” I said. “I’ll stay. Thanks, though.”

Rebecca went into her room and changed. When she emerged, she was clad in a sports bra and tiny spandex shorts. She rubbed some sunscreen on her face, then gave a half-wave and left.

As soon as the door closed, I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. Being alone didn’t relieve the pain of Alex, but it was better than being with Rebecca. When had things changed? When had I started enjoying the time I spent alone more than the time I spent with Rebecca?

It made me feel guilty just acknowledging it. I loved Rebecca, I always had. She’d been my pillar, my rock, the only source of strength. Was I bad a friend for liking her less now that Alex was around? Except he’s not around, I thought. You scared him off!

But that wasn’t it. It wasn’t just because of Alex, or was it? And it wasn’t just me – Rebecca had gone from sweet and loyal to bitchy and judgmental, seemingly overnight. Maybe I didn’t know her as well as I thought I did.

I grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels, not even paying attention to the frenzy of commercials and shows passing by.

A knock at the door made me jump. I rolled my eyes and groaned. “God, Rebecca,” I said. “Forgot your key?” I muttered under my breath as I got to my feet, taking my time as I crossed the floor and opened the door.

But it wasn’t Rebecca who was standing there.

It was Alex.

When he saw me, he made a pleading look with his eyes. “Please, Molly, don’t shut the door,” he said. “Give me a chance, hear me out, okay?”

I sighed. “I…I don’t know,” I said shakily. “What could you possibly have to say to me?”

Alex stepped closer. There was fire in his blue eyes and his muscular body suddenly seemed huge.

“Molly,” Alex growled. “I need you.”

I couldn’t reply. My voice choked in my throat and I bit my lip, shaking nervously as Alex dropped to his knees in front of me. What is he doing, I wondered.

Then Alex grabbed me by the hips and pulled me closer. He nuzzled my crotch through my thin terry shorts and a wave of pleasure went soaring through my body.

“I don’t know about this,” I said, putting my hands on his blonde head and pushing him away. “Alex, I don’t know if we should.”

Alex looked up at me with a smirk on his handsome, chiseled face. “Molly,” he said. “There are a few things I haven’t taught you yet. Don’t you want to complete your education? You’re still a virgin when it comes to a few things…” He trailed off in a sensual growl. “And as the man responsible for your sexual awakening, I can’t abandon you yet.”

Yet. That little word stuck out to me. It made me certain that whatever Alex and I were doing, whatever this was, it wouldn’t last. But did I want it to? What kind of relationship did I actually want?

I wouldn’t have admitted it for all the money in the world, but I no longer cared. My pussy was pulsing and beginning to get wet, and my nipples were stiff. They brushed against my thin cotton shirt and I shivered as delicious pleasure raced through my veins. I just want him, I realized. And I don’t care for how long. He’s mine now, and that’s what matters.

“Well? Molly, you’ll have to answer me,” Alex growled. He licked his lips. “And this lesson is going to very pleasurable for you. Very pleasurable indeed.”

I blushed hotly. It already is, I thought, biting my lip so hard that I tasted blood. Alex knew how to turn me on like no other, and I shivered.

“Well?” Alex cocked his head to the side and smirked. Looking down at him, I knew that I’d never be able to say no to him, no matter what he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered. Just speaking the word made me blush even deeper. “Yes, Alex.”

Alex grinned wolfishly. “Good,” he said. “Because I’ve been wanting to do this very much.” Alex put his hands on my bare legs, running over my smooth skin. I was glad I’d shaved that morning. At first his touch was light and delicate. Then he began dragging his nails over my thighs, making me shiver. Alex slipped a hand between my round thighs.

“Spread your feet to shoulder-width,” Alex growled. When I didn’t move, he gently slapped the inside of my thigh. I moaned with pleasure as I felt my clit tremble and shake with anticipation. Finally, I took a deep breath and moved my feet apart.

“Good girl,” Alex said. He reached up and hooked his thumbs in my shorts, pulling them down my legs. I swallowed and blushed as the musky scent of my pussy juice filled the air. “You smell amazing,” Alex said in a low voice that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I blushed fiercely. By now, my whole body was hot and trembling, desperate for more. I didn’t know what Alex was about to do, but I knew it would be good. I shivered.

“We’ve got to take you shopping for new panties,” Alex murmured in a sensual growl. He reached between my legs and gently stroked my crotch through my panties, rubbing over where my hard clit was gently poking out of my inner labia. I moaned loudly, tilting my head back.

“That’s just the beginning,” Alex said. He pulled my panties down and gestured for me to step out of them. Steadying myself with a hand on his head, I obeyed. Alex smiled and nodded. “You’ve been a very good girl, Molly,” he said. “Do you know what happens to girls when they’re very good?”

I shook my head, blushing to the roots of my hair.

“Their pussies get licked,” Alex said. At his words I felt a jolt of hot lust in my lower belly. “Tell me, Molly. Do you want me to lick your pussy?”

I bit my lip and nodded enthusiastically. By now, I was getting so wet that my thighs were coated in juice.

“Tell me,” Alex ordered sternly. “Tell me you want me to lick your wet cunt.”

I shivered. “I…” I trailed off nervously, swallowing hard. “I can’t say it,” I whispered. The idea of saying such a word out loud made me feel both humiliated and more aroused than ever.

Alex snickered. “We’ll have to work on your dirty talking skills,” he said. “But right now, you’re going to get a reward.” He scooted closer on his knees, gripping me firmly around the hips. When he leaned close to my patch of pubic hair and inhaled, I flushed and trembled. Alex slid a finger between my legs, gently along the folds of my labia. When he slipped his finger inside of my pussy, I moaned loudly.

“Good girl,” Alex praised in a husky voice. He licked his lips, then put his lips between my legs and gently kissed my pussy. His mouth and chin were a little stubbly, but the coarse hairs just added to the sensation of his soft, hot lips and tongue. With a groan, I buried my hands in his hair and gently tugged. Alex purred and the vibration from his mouth felt exquisite on my pussy.

Then Alex put a hand between my legs and spread the lips of my pussy, exposing my clit to the cool air. I shuddered as the pleasure ripped through me. When Alex put his tongue to my clit and began to lick and suck, I thought I would die of happiness. It felt so good – like sinking into a warm bath of tongue. Moaning, I spread my legs even further as Alex sucked me. With his free hand, he slid two fingers into my pussy and began to pump them in and out of my body as his tongue lashed my clit over and over again.

It was even better than sex. All I had to do was stand there as Alex knelt between my legs, licking and suckling and swirling his tongue around my clit in a way that made me feel like I was going to die of happiness.

“Mmmn,” Alex purred. Again, the vibrations soared through my body and I moaned loudly, shrieking with pleasure as Alex wrapped his lips around my clit and began to suck. My legs were aching and trembling from bracing myself in such an awkward position but I barely noticed the pain. Alex’s tongue moved again and again, swirling around my clit in circles and then lapping over the hard nub of flesh. I began to feel my orgasm approaching like a freight train – like something so powerful I couldn’t stop it. As Alex slid a third finger inside my pussy, I came. The orgasm gripped me in the lower belly again and again until I was moaning and screaming with pleasure. Sweat dripped from my forehead and I tilted my head back as the last of the incredibly delicious sensations began to fade from my body.

Alex pulled back and grinned. He stood up and kissed me deeply, smearing his wet chin all over my face.

“Lick me clean,” Alex growled. “Put your tongue out and clean me.”

I blushed but after a second, parted my lips and stuck out the tip of my tongue. Alex held his face close to mine as I licked his lips and chin clean of my pussy juices, sucking gently on his lower lip. Alex wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tightly, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

“Well?” Alex pulled away and raised an eyebrow. “How was it?”

I blushed. He handed me my panties and I stepped in, my pussy still tingling from the fantastic orgasm I’d just enjoyed.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “It was great.”

 

Chapter Twenty

Alex

“So,” I said. “Can we talk, now?”

Molly’s blush deepened from pink to crimson red. She nodded and silently walked over to the couch, sitting down like she was about to have her last meal before getting executed.

“It’s not bad,” I said. “At least, I don’t think it is. Want a beer?” I raised an eyebrow. “These kinds of talks usually go better with alcohol.”

Molly nodded. Her blush faded but her serious look stayed. With a sigh, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed two cold cans of beer from the fridge. I returned to the living room and sat on the couch next to Molly, handing her one of the cans.

“Here,” I said, turning sideways and crossing my legs. “Cheers.”

Molly nodded and clinked her can against mine, but she still didn’t speak.

“Come on,” I said. “You’re acting like you’re about to be tortured. What’s the deal, Molly?”

“I don’t know. I’m confused.”

I sighed and cracked open my can, tilting my head back and pouring the beer down my throat. It settled my stomach. There was nothing like the taste of beer mingling with the leftover taste of pussy, it was a combination I’d always enjoyed.

“Well, I am, too,” I said. “But it’s okay. That’s why we’re talking now.”

Molly pursed her lips and sighed. “Alex…I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what’s happening to me. And I wish I did, but it’s like…” She trailed off, biting her lip in an adorable way that made me want to pull her close and kiss her.

“I don’t, either,” I said, taking another swig of beer and running a hand through my hair. “I really don’t, I’ve never felt this way before.”

Molly looked at me curiously. “What way?”

I sighed. “Just…” God, just say it!

“What?”

“I like you,” I said finally. “I like fucking you, I like spending time with you. I don’t usually feel this way about women…and I’ve never done this before, show someone everything.”

Molly nodded. She finally opened her beer and took a small sip, licking her lips like a kitten. “I like you, too,” she said. “But I’m scared. I know this isn’t going to last and I don’t want to get hurt.”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” I said. “I don’t really see this…whatever it is…ending any time soon. I want to be with you, Molly. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend?” Molly looked at me with wide eyes. “You’re kidding,” she said softly. “You can’t be serious, Alex. There’s no way.”

“Well, I am,” I said. I sighed. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders – finally, I’d manned up and acted like I had balls. Still, I couldn’t believe it. Deep down, I guess I’d known Molly had liked me.

So why had I been so afraid of telling her?

“This is new for me,” I said slowly, draining the last of my beer. “I never thought I wanted a relationship. I might not know how to be a good boyfriend.” I grinned and winked at Molly. “Hey, I’ve got it – you teach me how to be a boyfriend, and I’ll keep teaching you about sex.”

Molly laughed.

“Finally,” I said with a smirk. “That’s the sound I like hearing. Besides you screaming in orgasmic pleasure, I mean.”

Molly flushed deeply. “I don’t really know anything about being a girlfriend,” she said. “You’re forgetting I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”

I laughed. “Girls are like, born knowing how to act in relationships,” I said. “At least, that’s how guys think.”

Molly rolled her eyes. “Guys aren’t all that smart sometimes,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Besides, who the heck would I have learned it from? Rebecca?”

I snickered. Suddenly, the image of Rebecca kissing and dancing with that other girl popped into my head. Should I tell Molly? No, I decided. You haven’t even made up your mind about it, or talked to Rebecca. Who knows, maybe it was some kind of weird prank. Still, I couldn’t deny that thinking about it made my stomach twist with anxiety. I knew Molly should find out at some point – especially if Rebecca really was harboring feelings for her – but I didn’t want to spoil the day. After all, my life had just changed.

I wasn’t single, bachelor Alex anymore. I had a girlfriend – I was finally acting my age.

“I’m happy you told me,” Molly said softly. She reached for my hand and twined her pudgy fingers with mine. “I just can’t believe it.” She blushed a deep crimson and looked away. “I’ve had a crush on you since the first day I met you.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Really?”

Molly nodded. “Really,” she said. She bit her lip and took a long swig of beer. “I remember it like it was yesterday.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I have to admit I don’t remember that,” I said. “Sorry. I know that makes me sound like an asshole. But it was a long time ago.”

Molly nodded. “You picked Rebecca up from school and you gave me a ride home.”

“Oh!” Suddenly, the memory appeared in my head. “I remember now,” I said, grinning slyly. “I should’ve known. You were falling all over yourself in front of me.”

Molly blushed. “I know,” she said. “I feel stupid now, trust me.”

“Don’t,” I said. I squeezed her hand and lifted it to my mouth, kissing her fingers. “You’re my girlfriend now,” I said. “I feel like going out and shouting it from the rooftops.”

Molly smiled. “I know,” she said. “But Alex – what are we going to tell Rebecca? Are you going to tell your friends?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Well, Rob and the guys at the firehouse at least. Hey, maybe you could come by sometime.”

Molly bit her lip and looked nervous. “I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe they wouldn’t like me.”

“Why wouldn’t they?”

Molly sighed in exasperation. “Because I’m fat, Alex,” she said, looking glum once again. “And it’s like no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to fix that.”

"So? Who cares?”

Molly gave me a stern look. “A lot of people care, and you know it,” she said. “I just don’t want to embarrass you, that’s all.”

I rolled my eyes. “If anyone is mean to you, fuck them,” I said. “You’re mine now, and that’s what matters.”

A small smile crept onto Molly’s face. “I can’t believe it,” she said. “I never…I never would have thought that’s what you wanted to say to me.” She swallowed hard. “I really wanted to tell you, but I was afraid. I’m sorry I was such a coward. That’s why I was ignoring you.”

“It’s fine.” I pulled her into a hug. My cock was throbbing and aching, but I had to be at work in half an hour, and I didn’t want a quickie when I knew I could fuck Molly all night long as soon as I was free again.

“Rebecca went out running,” Molly said.

“Yeah.” I got to my feet and stretched, draining the last of my beer. “I should probably get going. I have to be at the firehouse pretty soon for a shift. I’ll text you, okay?”

Molly grinned widely. “Thanks,” she said. “I’d like that.”

I smirked. I always loved her transformation – meek and quiet before sex, then lively and vivacious as soon as she’d had an orgasm. This should make for a fun relationship, I thought as I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone.

“See you soon,” I said, leaning down and kissing her cheek. “And be good.”

Molly flushed. “I always try to be good,” she said softly.

I grinned. “I know,” I said. “But sometimes I like it when you’re bad.”

Molly bit her lip and nodded. “Bye,” she said. “Have fun at work.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll try,” I said. I leaned down and kissed her once more, inhaling the scent of dried pussy on her face. “Have a good day, babe.”

Molly blushed. With a grin, I sauntered out of the apartment and got into my Mustang. As I drove down the street towards the firehouse, I felt lighter and happier than I had in ages. I’d finally done it – I’d had a mature talk with the woman I was starting to love. Is this how normal people act, I wondered. Are they able to have these kinds of talks without freaking out and going to pieces?

I felt both excited and a little nervous when I pulled up in front of the firehouse and parked my car. After going inside and taking a short shower, I walked into the common room and flopped down in a chair.

Rob smirked when he saw me. “Feeling better, bro?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Molly and I are together. I asked her to be my girlfriend.”

“What?” Rob’s jaw dropped. “Are you kidding?”

I narrowed my eyes and frowned. “Why would I joke about that? I like her a lot,” I said. “And she’s so fucking good in bed, it’s incredible.” I closed my eyes and sighed. “She fucks like a dream,” I said. “I can’t believe she was a virgin before I slept with her for the first time.”

“Dude,” Rob said. “She’s a whale. You can’t date someone like that.” He shook his head. “You need someone hot, like Amanda Frick.”

“Amanda’s a stupid slut,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I fucked her a couple of times last year. She didn’t even know where Europe is.”

Rob burst out laughing. “So? I like dumb chicks,” he said. “They don’t ask too many question.”

I shrugged. “I like her,” I said. “And that’s not a joke. I like spending time with her. She’s very sweet.”

Rob shook his head and laughed. “Man, I thought you were going through some kind of chubby chaser stage. I don’t get it – why her? Why not someone else?”

“Because I’ve never had feelings for anyone else the way I have feelings for her,” I said angrily. “And I’d like to think that you’d understand that. You’re my best friend, dude,” I added. “Why do you care so much if I date Molly?”

Rob shook his head. “Man, whoa, calm down,” he said. He snickered. “I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”

“Worried about me?” I narrowed my eyes. “What the fuck does that even mean?”

Rob laughed. “I’m worried about you being crushed to death by that girl,” he said, laughing so hard he fell over in his chair. “It’s a real danger, you know, getting crushed by fat chicks.”

“Dude, fuck you,” I said. “That’s not cool. When I bring Molly here to meet the guys, you’d better goddamned well be nice to her.”

Rob looked at me with his mouth hanging open. “You’re seriously bringing her here? What is wrong with you, dude? You do realize everyone else is going to act the same way I’m acting, right?”

“Then you’re all a bunch of shitheads,” I said angrily. “And you can all go get fucked.” Shoving my hands into my pockets, I stormed into the kitchen and grabbed a beer.

I was starting to realize that being with Molly was going to be a lot more complicated than I’d initially thought.

But I didn’t care. I was starting to fall in love with her, and I wanted to be with her no matter what.

 

Chapter Twenty-One

Molly

I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was glad that Alex left before Rebecca got home. It hadn’t even occurred to me at the time, but she could’ve walked right in when he was in the middle of eating me out. I shivered and pulled my shorts back on. My pussy still had that slippery, wet feeling that I was growing used to after sex.

It made me feel like a real woman.

But not as much as knowing that now, I could call Alex my boyfriend. We’d finally done it – and it had gone so much better than I’d expected. Never in a million years would I have thought a man like Alex Travers would want to be my boyfriend.

It was the best day of my life.

Rebecca got home about half an hour after Alex had left. I’d taken a shower and now I was curled up on the couch with a textbook. I felt so guilty that I’d been neglecting my studies. Even Dan had called a few times and I’d been so preoccupied thinking about Alex that I’d completely ignored him.

“Hey,” Rebecca said. She looked sweaty and very red in the face. She flopped down on the other end of the couch. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” I said nervously, biting my lip. I didn’t know what to do – should I tell her about the Alex news, or let her figure it out on her own? I had a feeling that if I just left it alone, she’d be really angry with me for not telling her. But she’ll be angry with me if I tell her, too, I thought. This isn’t fair!

“Hey, I’m sorry I’ve been acting so weird,” Rebecca said. She sighed. “I’ve been going through some stuff and I haven’t really wanted to bother you. I know you’re pretty hung up on my brother.”

“We talked, actually,” I said. “Um, things are good. They’re better, at least.” They’re fantastic and I’m the happiest woman in the world, I added silently. I just wish I could spill!

“Well, that’s good,” Rebecca said slowly. “Can I talk to you?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said. I closed my book and sat up straighter. “What’s going on?”

“It’s not about Alex, if you’re worried about that,” Rebecca said. “I don’t want to freak you out or anything.” She sighed. “I’m gonna get a glass of wine, you want anything?”

“Beer, please,” I said.

Rebecca walked into the kitchen and came back with a glass of white wine and a beer. She handed it to me and we drank in silence for a moment. Then she cleared her throat.

“I realize I’ve been acting really rudely, I just think a lot of weird feelings are coming to the surface that I didn’t really used to have,” Rebecca said quietly.

“I maybe pushed them aside for a really long time because I was always worried about something else.”

"I get that," I said slowly. “I’ve been sort of feeling the same way. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve had a crush on Alex for a really long time. I’m sorry I never told you. I just…well, I know how much you hate him and I didn’t want it to make you hate me, too.”

Rebecca stared at me for a long time and narrowed her eyes. “Oh,” she said. She bit her lip and took a long sip of wine, wiping her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand. “I see.”

Immediately, guilt seared me like a burn. “I’m sorry,” I said lamely. “I know I should’ve told you years ago.” I sighed. “I guess I just thought it would never happen, like, in a million years.”

Rebecca shrugged. “Things change,” she said blandly. “Molly, I have to ask you something, and I’m sorry if it’s a weird question. I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable.”

“Okay,” I said. “Go for it. What’s up?”

“Have you…have you always known you were straight?”

“What?” I narrowed my eyes. “Um, why? What’s going on?”

Rebecca shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said, blushing deeply. “I just wanted to know, that’s all. Sometimes I think about that. Maybe I should’ve taken up psychology instead of library science.”

I frowned. “So you think I’m gay?”

“No,” Rebecca said. “No, that’s not it at all.” She sighed and stretched, raising her arms high into the air. “I just wondered.” She bit her lip.

Suddenly, I remembered that book in the middle of the other two books that had been in her mailbox that day on campus. I wondered if that had anything to do with her weird question – was she going through a phase or something? Rebecca was straight – of course she was! She’d lost her virginity to a guy way before I’d ever had sex.

“Are you okay?” I asked Rebecca. “I mean, did something happen?”

Rebecca shook her head. She stared at me for a long time. “No,” she said. “Sorry if I’m being too weird.” She climbed off the couch, carefully balancing her glass of wine. “I’m gonna take a shower,” she added. “And then I should probably study for a while.” She wrinkled her nose and glanced down at the closed textbook on my lap.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’ve been really falling behind with my work.”

Rebecca nodded. She opened her mouth as if to speak, then clamped her lips shut and abruptly walked out of the room.

I frowned. What is going on with her, I wondered as I heard her go into the bathroom and shut the door before turning on the spray of water. She’s acting so weird!

I yawned. Suddenly, I felt like I was ready for a nap. Looking at my closed textbook just made me feel sleepy. I rolled my eyes – I was such a terrible student. Going to grad school had been a terrible idea.

I made my way down the hall and into my room, closing the door behind me. I lay down on the bed, closing my eyes and snuggling into the pillows. It seemed like it was only minutes before I was drifting off to sleep.

Hours later, I was awakened by my phone buzzing in the pocket of my shorts. Frowning, I yawned sleepily and rubbed my eyes with closed fists. When I saw Alex’s name scrolling across the screen of my phone, I grinned.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby,” Alex said. His voice was loose and relaxed, I could tell he’d been drinking.

“Hey,” I said, a smile spreading across my face. “What’s up?”

Alex laughed. Wherever he was, there was a lot of noise in the background. “I’m at the firehouse! I’m at work, babe,” he said. “We just got back from a big blaze, and we’re celebrating. I’m here for another hour or two.”

“Oh,” I said. “That’s great.” It was strange – now that Alex was my boyfriend, talking to him felt a little awkward. Was this something girlfriends and boyfriends did, chat awkwardly on the phone with each other?

“Yeah,” Alex roared. “Hold on, I’ll go in the other room,” he said. I waited obediently a few seconds while Alex walked away from the loud crowd. When he spoke again, his voice was at a normal level.

“So,” I said. “How was the fire?”

“It’s gone now, but it was bad, babe,” Alex said. He sighed. “Everyone survived, though. That’s always the point, as long as that happens, I don’t really care about anything else.”

“Makes sense,” I said awkwardly.

“So,” Alex said. I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was smirking and I blushed. “What are you wearing?”

I looked down. “Just my shirt and underwear,” I said. “Why?”

Alex laughed. “Molly, time for a new lesson,” he said. Then he lowered his voice to a growl. “I’m going to teach you how to talk dirty.”

I bit my lip and blushed even harder, glad Alex wasn’t here to see me.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Tell me again what you’re wearing, and describe yourself in a lot of detail. Give me a really good picture of you in my head.”

“I’m wearing my white cotton shirt, it’s thin and I don’t have a bra on underneath. I’m wearing the same panties I was wearing earlier today, when you came over and…” I trailed off.

“When I came over and what?”

I blushed so hard that my face was burning. “When you came over and ate me out,” I whispered.

“God, Molly, that’s so hot to hear you talk like that,” Alex groaned. “Keep going. Tell me about your pussy. Is it wet?”

“Yes,” I said. I felt so dirty and humiliated…but also turned on. My panties were still soaked from earlier but I could feel my clit getting hard and my nipples were stiff, brushing the fabric of my shirt and filling me with pleasure.

“How wet are you?”

“Very wet,” I whispered.

“I want you to reach down and touch yourself, and tell me all about it,” Alex said.

“I feel weird doing that,” I whispered. “I…can’t say it!”

“Molly, you’re going to have to get over this squeamishness,” Alex said sternly. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said softly. Closing my eyes, I traced my fingers down my body. “I’m running my hand over my breasts, through my shirt,” I said. My fingers brushed against one of my nipples and pleasure flooded my body, making me arch my back and moan. Tentatively, I pinched my nipple and rolled it between my fingers the same way Alex had done. It felt incredibly good and I moaned again, even more loudly.

“Sounds like you’re having a lot of fun over there,” Alex said. “Tell me about it, Molly. Tell me how it feels.”

“I’m playing with my nipples and pinching them between my fingers,” I said, moaning softly. “And it feels incredible, Alex. It feels like you’re here and touching me.”

“I want to watch you touch yourself,” Alex said. “But we’ll do that later. Right now, you’re still learning how to talk dirty like a pro slut.”

I blushed and bit my lip, but I didn’t stop playing with my stiff nipples. I was amazed at how good it felt. I shuddered and moaned as I pinched and rolled them. My pussy was getting wetter than ever and the soaked crotch of my panties straining against my hidden clit was driving me wild.

“I’m getting really wet,” I said, wriggling and rolling around, desperate for more of the delicious sensation.

“Good,” Alex growled. “I want you to move your hand down your belly, very slowly, and gently tease yourself by tickling your pussy outside of your panties. Do you understand? You’re not to take them off,” he said. “Not yet.”

“Yes,” I whispered. Reluctantly, I took my fingers away from my nipples and slid them down my belly and between my legs. My first instinct was to put my hand inside of my panties and play with myself, but I didn’t want to disobey Alex. Instead, I spread my legs as wide as I could and gently stroked myself, feeling the tendrils of pubic hair as they escaped from the wet material. The musky scent of my pussy juice filled the room and I inhaled deeply. It’s the scent of sex, I thought, closing my eyes as delicious sensations rolled through my body.

“This feels so good,” I said. “I’m stroking my pussy through my wet panties, and the material is clinging to my body. I really want to touch my clit, Alex. Please let me touch my clit,” I begged. “Pleased.”

“Not yet,” Alex commanded in a low voice. “Keep stroking yourself. Buck your hips and rub yourself against your fingers like the little slut I know you are.”

I bit my lip and moaned, doing exactly as Alex asked. I could feel the blood racing through my veins, laced with arousal as I pleasured myself. Soon, I was grinding my hips against my fingers, desperate for more.

“It feels so good,” I moaned, biting my lip and wriggling on the bed. “It feels incredible, Alex.”

“Good girl. Now I want you to pull your panties down and spread your legs. Don’t touch yourself. Let your wet pussy feel the cool air of the room. I want your clit to be tingling.”

Biting my lip, I pulled my panties down and tossed them to the side, then I lay back and spread my legs. Just as Alex had said, the cool air hit my exposed pussy and it felt incredible.

“Now I want you to touch yourself,” Alex said. “Very slowly. Just rub yourself very gently, touch your clit, but don’t put any fingers inside of yourself.”

Eagerly, I did as he asked. As soon as my finger touched my wet clit, I shivered and moaned loudly.

“I’m touching my clit now,” I said, gasping as the pleasurable sensations raced through my body. “And It feels so good, Alex. I wish you were here, kneeling between my legs and licking me.”

“I wish that, too, baby,” Alex growled. “Now I want you to slip just one finger inside of your pussy with your other hand. Don’t stop touching your clit. Rub your fingers in very slow circles all around it and don’t stop, even if one side feels better than the other.”

I moaned in frustration and pleasure as I slid a finger inside of my pussy. I was tight and so wet that I was soaking the bed beneath my body. As I fingered myself, I balanced the phone against my shoulder and arched my back, licking my lips.

“This feels so good,” I moaned, clenching my teeth and rubbing circles around my clit. My clit was so hard that it felt like a tiny wet pebble nestled in my crotch.

“Good girl. Now take your wet finger out of your pussy and touch your asshole. Just lightly, don’t put your finger inside your asshole.”

I blushed but I did as he asked. Again, I was surprised by the delight of sensitive skin. I rubbed my wet fingertip over my asshole, feeling the skin pucker and twitch at my touch. Combined with my slow clit stimulation, it felt so good.

“I’m touching my asshole now,” I moaned. “And it feels so good, Alex. I can feel it opening up, just because it wants a finger inside. God, this feels incredible!”

“Good,” Alex groaned. “Now rub your clit faster. I want you to come for me. And right before you come, I want you to stick the tip of your finger inside your ass and feel yourself clench for me, Molly.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “God!” Rubbing my clit faster and faster, I moaned and screamed as a powerful orgasm began to crash over my head. I slipped the tip of my finger inside my ass and I gasped as I felt the skin pulse and clench, much more tightly than my pussy. It felt heavenly and dirty all at once – the best orgasm I’d ever experienced. Every new orgasm is better than the last, I thought.

“I’m coming!” I moaned. “God, Alex, I’m coming for you!” I quivered and shook as the pleasure took hold of me, taking me over until I could hardly breathe. When it was over, I took my hands away.

“Good girl, you did very well,” Alex growled. “I’m very proud of you. Lick your fingers clean and put your wet panties back on. I want you to be reminded of how wet you were all through the day.”

With shaking hands, I did as Alex asked.

“Good girl,” Alex repeated. He cleared his throat. “Now that little lesson is all taken care of, I’ve got to get to work.” That devilish quality was back in his voice and I blushed. “I’ll talk to you soon, Molly.”

“Okay,” I said dreamily, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back on the pillow.

“I miss you,” Alex said.

I blushed. “I miss you, too.” I said softly. “I really do.”

“I know,” Alex said. “See you soon.”

When we hung up, I sighed in contentment and happiness. I had no earthly clue how I’d managed to find the perfect boyfriend, but I’d done it.

 

Chapter Twenty-Two

Alex

The harder I worked on educating Molly, the more I felt myself falling deeply in love with her. She was the perfect girl for me – sweet, obedient, and always hot for my touch. When I’d first started fucking Molly, I’d wondered why she hadn’t managed to find someone before me.

But now that we’d been sleeping together for a few weeks, I felt lucky and privileged to have taken her cherry. I wanted to give Molly everything in the world – everything she wanted, anything she could possibly dream of. I lamented the fact that I only pulled in a measly fifty thousand a year. If only I were rich, and I could treat her like a princess and spoil her, give her every whim and every dream and everything she’d ever wanted. I didn’t know very much about her childhood, but I had to guess that it hadn’t been very happy. But when Molly and I got together, I swore that I’d make up for that. I wanted to make her the happiest girl in the world.

That night, as soon as I left the firehouse, I drove straight over to Molly’s apartment. Rebecca wasn’t there – Molly said she was at campus, studying for a test. Molly greeted me with a shy smile.

“Hi,” she said, biting her lip and blushing. I smirked – I kept thinking about the way she’d been moaning in my ear only hours earlier, telling me everything dirty and raunchy that she was doing to herself. It had driven me wild – I’d never been with a girl so eager to please.

“Hey there.” I smirked, then leaned in for a kiss. Molly threw her arms around my neck and swooned against my body as I slipped my tongue inside of her mouth, gently sucking on her lower lip. Molly moaned softly. Her frame shivered and she pressed her tits against me. The hunger was obvious – she wanted me just as much as I wanted her, if not more.

“Hi,” Molly said shyly. “How was work?”

I shrugged. “I’m fine,” I said. “How are you?”

Molly frowned. She pulled away from me and walked into the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of water.

“Hey, Alex, want anything?”

“Yeah, I’ll take a beer,” I said, yawning. “I’m exhausted. I feel like I could sleep for days.”

When Molly reappeared, she was blushing. She passed me a beer and lifted the glass of water to her lips, drinking greedily.

“You wanna take a nap?”

“Yeah, definitely,” I said. “But first, come here.” I sat down and patted the couch next to me. “Keep me company,” I added. “Just for a little while.”

Molly sat next to me and curled up close, threading her arm through mine and resting her head on my shoulder. Her sweet, faintly musky scent washed over me and I closed my eyes, breathing in deeply, grateful just to be next to her.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Molly asked softly. She glanced up at me with her big brown eyes. “Is everything okay?”

I chuckled. Reaching for her hand, I twined my fingers with hers and squeezed. “Everything is fine,” I said. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Molly bit her lip. “Really?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Actually, I don’t think it. I know it.”

Molly flushed and sighed happily, closing her eyes. “I’m falling in love with you, too,” she said quietly. “And I’ve known that for a long time.”

I grinned and kissed the top of her warm, brown head. Molly sighed again and tilted her face upwards, pressing her lips against mine. Her mouth was deliciously cold from the water and I slipped my tongue in her mouth and cradled her face in my hands. Molly moaned softly, crawling closer and pressing her face to mine. She put her hands on my cheeks and sighed into my mouth as our tongues flicked and danced together.

“Mmmn,” Molly purred. “I want you right now, Alex.”

I slipped my hand into her shirt and cradled her tit in my hand, flicking my finger over her erect nipple. Just as I was about to reach for the fly of her jeans, the front door opened and banged closed again.

Molly leapt away from me like a scalded cat. She blushed and trembled as she adjusted her clothes, pulling her shirt right.

Rebecca stood in the doorway, looking confused and unhappy.

“Heya, sis,” I said, winking. “How’s it hanging?”

Rebecca frowned.

“Hi,” Molly said. “Is everything okay? Were you at school?”

Rebecca didn’t reply. She glanced from me to Molly, shaking her head.

“I don’t believe it,” Rebecca said softly. “The two of you. Really?!”

“I told you,” Molly said, her chin wobbling as she spoke. “Things are good between us.”

I turned to Rebecca. “Molly and I are together,” I said. “We’re in love.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “You, in love,” she muttered under her breath. “I don’t believe it for a second.”

“It’s true,” I said. I gave Molly an encouraging look.

“Yeah,” Molly echoed. “We’re in love, Rebecca.”

Rebecca narrowed her eyes and shrugged. “Whatever,” she said. “Don’t come crying to me when he breaks your heart, Molly.”

“Oh, fuck off,” I said. “You’ve been a huge bitch to me your entire life, Rebecca. I don’t know why this is any different.”

Rebecca inhaled sharply. For a moment, I thought she was going to say something. Then she swallowed hard, grabbed her bags, and left.

“Damn,” I said, shaking my head. “I can’t believe she’s acting like this.”

Molly sighed. “Alex, that isn’t all,” she said quietly. “Rebecca and I had kind of a weird conversation the other day. She asked me if I’d always known that I was straight. I think she was trying to come out of the closet.”

My stomach curdled and twisted at her words. Again, the image of my sister dancing and kissing another girl leapt into my mind.

“Molly, there’s something I have to tell you,” I said slowly, narrowing my eyes. “The other day, I was out and I saw Rebecca. She went into this club.”

“Rebecca went to a club?” Molly laughed. “That’s a good one!”

“No, I’m serious,” I said. I sighed. “I was curious, so I parked and followed her in. It was a gay club, and she was dancing with another woman who looked a lot like you. They kissed, too.” I shook my head and narrowed my eyes. “It sounds strange, but I think maybe she has a crush on you, and she’s jealous of me or something stupid like that.”

Molly’s face went through a variety of expressions. First, she looked like she was going to burst out laughing again. Then her forehead creased with concern and she braced herself with a hand against the couch.

“Oh my god,” Molly said. “That’s…that’s insane, Alex! I can’t believe that,” she added, shaking her head. “There’s no way she has a thing for me. We’ve been best friends for years.” She flushed hotly. “And normally, I wouldn’t tell you her secrets. But I know for a fact that she slept with someone – a man – when we were in college. More than once, even.”

I burst out laughing. “Wow, good for her,” I said. “But she’s never had a boyfriend, has she?”

Molly shook her head. She blushed even harder. “And Alex…sorry, I know this is weird to say, but I feel like I should’ve known as soon as she told me that the sex wasn’t even that good. She said it was really disappointing. I chalked it up to the fact that she slept with some guy in a frat and he wasn’t good in bed, but wow, it makes so much sense now.”

I blinked. The idea of my sister nabbing some fraternity dude was almost as funny as the idea of her dancing at a gay club.

“Holy shit,” I muttered. “That’s fucking insane.”

Molly nodded. “Tell me about it,” she said, rolling her eyes. She sighed. “I feel so dazed. Maybe I should lie down for a while.”

“No,” I said. “You should probably come with me, Molly. I don’t know – maybe you should stay with me for a while, until all of this calm down. I have a feeling Rebecca isn’t going to be thrilled about the news when she gets home, and I don’t want her stressing you out.”

Molly sighed. “Alex, I’m an adult,” she said. “I can handle my own problems, okay?”

I shrugged. “Hey, I’m just trying to be the overprotective boyfriend, but if you’re sure,” I said, glancing around. “Look, you should at least come out for a few hours. What if I bring you over to the firehouse and introduce you to the guys? I think they’d get a kick out of meeting the woman who captured the heart of Alex Travers.”

Molly blushed and smiled. “Okay,” she said, biting her lip. “As long as they’re going to be nice to me.”

“Why wouldn’t they be nice?”

Molly shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said nervously. “I’m just shy, Alex. You know that.”

I chuckled. “I know, but I promise – everything’s going to be fine, okay?”

Molly nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Give me a couple of minutes and let me change.” She smiled again, then walked down the hall and into her room. After a couple of seconds, I followed behind, creeping silently on the carpet so she wouldn’t hear me coming. Molly had left her door partially open and I glanced inside, watching her curves jiggle as she pulled her shirt over her head. Naked, she was beautiful. My cock stiffened and throbbed with desire as Molly pulled off her shorts, revealing her big ass. I want that ass, I thought, licking my lips. I imagined pinning her down, teasing her until she was nearly on the brink of insanity, then sliding my cock into that tight little virgin hole and fucking her ass until she was screaming my name.

Soon, I thought.

Molly whirled around and gasped. “Alex! You’re watching me!”

I snickered. “I’m just getting some ideas for your next lesson,” I said arching, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “And trust me, it’s going to be your best one yet.”

Molly blushed tomato red. “You always say that,” she murmured, still naked. I smirked when I saw her nipples stiffen into two pink points.

“And I’m always right,” I said, leaning against the doorway and smirking. “I ought to fuck you right now, just to make you a little more relaxed before we leave.”

Molly bit her lip. I could practically smell the sweet odor of her pussy from where I stood, and my lust started to build. But as much as I wanted her, I also wanted to make her wait. I wanted her to be dying for my touch. I wanted her to be hopelessly horny and aroused.

“Get dressed,” I said, shaking my head. “And then later, you’ll get your lesson. If you’re a good girl,” I added, licking my lips and smirking.

Molly smiled and blushed. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a loose sundress I hadn’t seen before. She pulled it over her head, braless and still with no panties. The long, flowing material made her look like a goddess and I grinned. She’s mine, I thought as I stared at her. All mine.

When Molly was ready, she grabbed her things and we got into my Mustang. I put my hand on her thigh and squeezed hard as I drove across town to the firehouse. The guys were just getting in for their evening shift and it took me a long time to find parking.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Molly asked. She climbed out of my Mustang and adjusted her dress, looking nervously.

I grinned. “Babe, it’s more than okay. I want you to meet these guys. I spend so much time here, we’re almost like a family. They’re my best friends.”

Molly nodded. She forced a smile and I reached for her hand, squeezing her fingers reassuringly. I wouldn’t tell Molly, but part of the reason why I’d brought her with me was a litmus test. If the guys I worked with were going to be huge jerks and treat her like a shitty person just because she was fat, I knew I didn’t want to be friends with them anymore.

“Come on,” I said, gently tugging Molly towards the entrance. “They’re going to love you, I swear. And if they don’t, they’re assholes and I don’t want to be friends with them anymore.”

Molly cocked her head to the side and smiled. “Really? You mean that?”

“Of course I do,” I said. I bent down and kissed her. “Molly, you’re more important to me than coworkers, even if we are like a family. I don’t want to be friends with anyone who wouldn’t accept you.”

Molly’s smile grew a shade wider and she relaxed, closing her eyes and leaning her head against my shoulder. “I love you, Alex,” she said softly. “I can’t believe you’re with me.”

I put an arm around her shoulders and squeezed before leaning down and kissing her forehead. “I love you, too,” I said. “Come on. Let’s go meet the guys.”

 

Chapter Twenty-Three

Molly

As I followed Alex up the steps of the firehouse, I was incredibly nervous. I could hardly keep from shaking and shivering as I climbed step after step, growing out of breath after the first flight.

“I don’t know about this,” I muttered nervously as I gripped the handrail with a sweaty hand. “I just feel so weird.”

“Molly, relax,” Alex said. “I swear, everyone is going to be nice. And if they’re not, fuck them. I’ve made it clear that you’re more important.”

I tried to internalize his words but somehow, they just made me feel even more anxious. If Alex’s friends were dicks, I didn’t want to be responsible for breaking up any friendships. Alex had been friends with these guys for years – was he going to drop them just because they made a couple of jokes about me?

Stop jumping to conclusions, I scolded myself. No one ever got anywhere from doing that.

Alex and I reached the stop of the stairs and he gestured for me to follow him inside. Taking a deep breath, I plastered a smile on my face and followed Alex into the main room. It smelled like a boys’ locker room, and I smiled for real when I saw the decorations – mirrors with beer labels printed on them, Playboy centerfolds, and pictures of muscle cars. They’re just like a bunch of high school kids, I thought. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

“Everyone,” Alex hollered, clapping his hands together. “This is my girlfriend, Molly Peters.”

The room was filled with men, and at the sound of Alex’s voice, they all stopped talking and turned to look at us. Most of them smiled – or at least smirked – but some of them snickered.

“Guys, I’m serious,” Alex said. “Be nice.”

“Hi,” I said shyly. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

The only one I recognized was Rob. As he leapt out of a chair and sauntered over, he grinned at me.

“Hey, Molly,” Rob said. “Nice to see you again.”

I flushed and smiled. “Nice to see you, too,” I said. “This is nice, I like it.”

Rob laughed. “It’s a shitbox,” he said. “But it’s home, you know?”

I looked around at the room. Lots of masculine touches – beat-up leather furniture and remotes shaped like women’s torsos and neon signs – I could tell that hardly any girls had ever been up.

“It’s nice,” I said, meaning it. “I’m glad to see Alex can relax in comfort when he’s on call.”

Another guy walked over to us. He had brown hair and perfectly straight white teeth that somehow reminded me of a shark.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Alex, I didn’t know you had a girl.”

“It’s recent,” Alex said shortly. “Don’t be a dick, Tom.”

Tom smirked. He held out his hand and after a moment of hesitation, I put mine against his. To my surprise, he lifted my fingers to his mouth and kissed them.

“Don’t do that,” Alex said, rolling his eyes. “For all you know, Molly jacked me off before we got here.”

Tom grinned. “That wouldn’t surprise me at all,” he said. “Bye, Molly. You’re welcome here any time.”

Alex nodded. He seemed pleased. I was starting to relax. Maybe this isn’t so bad, I thought, looking once more around the room. Maybe his friends really are nice people.

“Hey, Molly,” Rob said. He leaned in close. “How’s Rebecca doing?”

Alex and I exchanged nervous glances. “She’s fine,” I said, shaking my head and biting my lip. “Why?”

Rob snickered. “You know she has hot lesbo fantasies about you, right?”

My jaw dropped and I felt my cheeks flame bright red. “What? You’re kidding,” I said, shaking my head. “There’s no way that’s true!”

Alex looked miffed, but Rob kept going: “Oh, yeah. She wants to lick your pussy, bad. She told me about it at that restaurant when I tried to come onto her.”

“Dude, shut up,” Alex growled. “Molly doesn’t need to know any of this.”

Blood rushed to my head and I groped for something to steady myself against. “I…I don’t know what to say,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “This is so weird.”

Rob raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah, Molly, she’s had the hots for you for years.”

I blinked. My stomach churned and I felt my heart slowly pounding in my chest.

Rob glanced down at my crotch. “Too bad you’re straight,” he said, grinning. “Because I’d pay to see that.”

My eyes rolled back in my head and I passed out, crumpling to the floor.

--

When I came to, I blinked and looked around. “Where am I?” I muttered. “What happened?”

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” Alex said. He reached over and pressed his hand to my forehead. “Molly, I was really worried about you. You were out for over an hour.”

“Where am I?” I asked groggily. “What’s going on?”

“I took you home,” Alex said gently. “You’re in your own bed.”

Sitting up, I looked around the dark room in a panic before realizing that he was completely right.

“Oh, god,” I said, blushing hotly and covering my face with both hands. “I really screwed up, didn’t I? I made such an idiot of myself.”

“No,” Alex said firmly. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Molly. Rob never should have said that stuff to you.” He shook his head and groaned. “I don’t even know if it’s true, but don’t worry about it, okay?”

I shivered. “It makes me feel weird,” I said. “I can’t…I don’t want to believe it,” I added firmly. “How am I supposed to act around her now?”

Alex shrugged. “I don’t know. I probably wouldn’t bring it up. But it explains a lot. She’s obviously jealous,” he said. “And she probably didn’t really think you and I would wind up together, and she probably didn’t think you’d get a boyfriend.”

I frowned. “Yeah,” I said. I didn’t like to admit it, but Alex was totally right.

“Are you feeling better? I’ve got to head into the firehouse,” Alex said. “I just don’t want to leave without knowing you’re okay.”

“I’ll be fine,” I said. “Thanks, though.”

Alex nodded. He grinned and kissed me. “I love you,” he said. “Call me if anything comes up, okay?”

I nodded. “I will.”

Alex kissed me once more, then left. I lay in bed and listened to the sound of his footsteps fading on the walk outside. As soon as he was gone, I missed him. I wanted him back – I wanted to wrap my arms around him and never let go. Stop it, Molly, I told myself. You’re getting obsessed, and that’s not a good thing. You can’t be so clingy, you’ll completely drive him away.

With a sigh, I flopped back against the pillows and closed my eyes. I was exhausted, and honestly, I didn’t feel like going into the living room just in case Rebecca was home. I had no idea how I was going to confront her! Was I supposed to just ask her to come out and spill the truth? Or what?

I yawned and snuggled deeper in the covers. I’ll just sleep for a little while, I thought. And when I wake up, maybe I’ll have a better idea of what to do.

Hours later, I woke up. I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes, yawning. I felt groggy and dehydrated. It was dark outside – my phone told me that it was after nine-thirty, well into Alex’s shift at the firehouse.

I decided to get up and make myself a late dinner. Pulling my robe on over my clothes, I put my hair up in a sloppy bun and walked out to the kitchen. To my shock, Rebecca was sitting at the table with a bowl of pasta.

“Hi, Molly,” Rebecca said. “How are you?”

I bit my lip and sat down. “Not great,” I said. “I need to talk to you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Rebecca said. “Are things with Alex not going well?” I frowned – she almost looked happy as she asked.

“No, they’re good,” I said. “He brought me by the firehouse earlier to meet all of the guys.”

“Were they nice?”

I shrugged. “Yeah,” I said. “They were fine. That’s not what I want to talk about, though.”

“Oh, want some pasta? I made tons, it’s still on the stove,” Rebecca said.

I sighed. “Becks, this is serious,” I said. “Please, don’t derail me.”

Rebecca frowned.

“Do you have feelings for me?” I asked gently, trying to keep my voice low and non-accusatory. “Please be honest.”

Rebecca burst out laughing. “Molly, no! Who put that idea in your head? Was it Alex? I’ll kill him,” she added, muttering under her breath.

“No,” I said shakily. “It wasn’t Alex, although he did tell me that he saw you go into a gay club. He followed you inside and saw you dancing with and kissing a woman. A woman who…” I trailed off nervously, biting my lip. “A woman who looked like me,” I finished softly.

Rebecca looked like I’d slapped her in the face.

“Rob told me,” I continued. “And Rebecca, it’s fine, really. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I never noticed. I never picked up on the signals. And I’m straight,” I added quietly. “But it doesn’t bother me that you’re gay.”

Rebecca’s face turned from pale white to crimson red. “Molly,” she said slowly, shaking her head. “That’s crazy.”

I sighed. “Is it? You’ve been acting like a jealous witch ever since I started sleeping with your brother and I’m starting to wonder if you only suggested I sleep with him because you thought it would never happen.”

Rebecca’s expression changed. “I…” She trailed off and buried her face in her hands, bursting into tears. “Molly, I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m really sorry. I never meant for you to find out.”

I felt awkward as I sat there, staring at her bowl of pasta. “Its okay,” I said. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

Rebecca sobbed harder and harder, until her shoulders were shaking and the air was filled with the sound of her sucking wet snot back into her nose. She coughed and choked and gasped for air, sniffling and snuffling like she’d just been given the worst news of her life. I felt so guilty and sad as I just sat there, watching her cry.

“It’s okay,” I repeated. “Come here.” I stood up and held out my arms. Rebecca hesitated for a second, then got to her feet and dove into my embrace. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. Rebecca clung to me. She buried her face in my neck and I felt the dampness of her snot and tears soaking the fabric of my robe.

“It’ll be okay,” I said again as I rubbed Rebecca’s back. She pulled away and looked deeply into my eyes, sighing. Just as I was about to step away, Rebecca closed her eyes and pressed her lips to mine.

For a moment, I was too shocked to move. Then, I pushed her away and stared, feeling both violated and horrified.

“Oh my god,” I said. “Rebecca, no. I told you, I’ll always be your best friend. But I don’t have feelings for you in that way!”

“Molly, come on, you love me and you know it,” Rebecca said, advancing on me. She laughed. “I know you were only using Alex to make me jealous. It’s okay, you can tell me.” She reached for me again and I darted out of the way, knocking over a kitchen chair and jumping when it clattered to the floor.

“Rebecca, no,” I said.

She stepped closer and I pushed her away. “Leave me alone,” I said. “I don’t like you in that way!”

“Molly, stop lying to yourself,” Rebecca said. “We’re perfect for each other and you know it. Nobody cares about us, we’re a couple of losers. We could be so happy together,” she said, her eyes shining with desperation.

Horror filled my body as I pushed her to the side and ran down the hall. Rebecca was hot on my heels but I managed to dart inside my room and slam the door shut and lock it. Rebecca pounded on the door.

“Molly, let me in,” Rebecca yelled. “Please, I swear, I won’t try to kiss you again. We can just talk, or cuddle or something! We can work up to things at your own pace!”

With a trembling hand, I reached for my phone and dialed Alex.

“Hello?”

“Alex, it’s me,” I said in a shaky voice. “I really need your help!”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Alex

My chest was in knots as I sped across town, desperate to see Molly. She’d been so upset on the phone that I could barely understand her – what the hell had happened? The only thing I’d been able to make out was that she was desperately upset, and my heart was lurching as I drove. God, I hope she’s okay, I thought, pressing the gas pedal close to the floorboards. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to Molly!

When I reached her apartment, I ran inside without knocking. The kitchen was a disaster – chairs knocked to the floor, pasta and red sauce everywhere. Oh, fuck, I thought as I looked around in a blind panic. Someone must’ve broken in. I balled my hands into fists and growled. If someone had broken in and tried to hurt the woman I loved, I was going to make them wish they’d never been born.

I ran down the hall and knocked on Molly’s door. “Molly, it’s me,” I yelled. “Let me in!”

Molly was sobbing on the other side of the door. “Is she gone?” Molly asked tearfully. “I don’t want to open the door unless she’s gone!”

“There’s no one else here,” I said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Molly unlocked the door and swung it open. She’d been crying and her eyes were red. “Oh my god, Alex,” she said, collapsing in my arms. “It was awful. I confronted her and she started crying, so I thought I should give her a hug, you know, get her to calm down. And then she tried to kiss me and kept saying that we belonged together and that we were perfect together.” Molly’s voice rose to a hysterical pitch.

“Oh my god,” I muttered. “You’re kidding me.”

Molly looked up at me tearfully and shook her head. “No,” she said softly. “Trust me, I wish I was kidding.”

I sighed. “Okay. Get some things together. Clothes, your stuff for school, all of your chargers and stuff. You’re gonna stay with me for a little while, until you can find another place.”

I thought Molly would resist. Instead, she threw her clothes into a bag and grabbed her computer, some toiletries, and a couple of pairs of shoes. When she was ready, I guided her outside. My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe it – my sister had completely lost her fucking mind.

“She’s gone insane,” I said, shaking my head. “I can’t believe it.”

Molly shrugged and sighed. “Neither can I,” she said. “It was awful, Alex. She was like a totally different person.”

I sighed. “Well, it’s okay. She doesn’t have a key to my place, and she’s probably embarrassed that she acted that way. Hopefully it’ll blow over soon.”

Molly nodded. She pursed her lips and sighed, resting her head against the passenger window.

We were silent as we drove across town. Back at my condo, I helped Molly with her bags. She glanced around my place again, as if seeing it for the first time.

“Thank you,” Molly said. She sighed. “This is really nice of you, Alex. Just please let me know if I’m being too much of a burden. I have another friend I can stay with, Dan.”

I laughed. “There is no way I’m letting you stay with another man,” I said, stepping close and raising my eyebrow.

Molly burst out laughing. “He’s gay,” she said. “He’s the guy I went out with before you and I started…you know,” I said.

I shook my head. “Still,” I growled. “You’re mine.”

The tension between us crackled and sizzled. I hadn’t been planning on fucking Molly that day – I’d figured that she’d be too upset. But I could tell from the way her tits were heaving and her eyes were focused on me that she was hot and horny.

“Are you ready for your next lesson?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

Molly blushed and bit her lip. My cock twitched in my pants and my balls ached, longing to my sucked by her perfect pink lips.

“Yes,” Molly said softly. “I am.”

I smirked. “Good,” I said. “Come with me.”

Molly followed me into the bedroom. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately, rubbing my hands up and down her back. Molly purred into my mouth. She slid her tongue between my lips and gently nibbled on my lower lip, obviously craving as much of me as she could have at once. I slid my hands down to her ass and squeezed, loving how the cheeks jiggled in my hands. Molly moaned with pleasure. She arched her back and pressed her tits against me, filling me with hot lust.

“Take your clothes off,” I whispered, breaking the kiss. “And keep your eyes locked with mine the whole time.”

Molly shivered. Her cheeks flushed bright pink as she took her dress off, then her panties and her bra. I stared at her naked body, thinking of all the delicious and sordid things I had yet to explore with Molly.

I unbuttoned my shirt, then took it off followed by my pants. My cock bobbed free of my boxers as I yanked them down my legs and tossed them to the floor. Animalistic lust ripped through my body and I grinned.

Molly dropped to her knees.

“No,” I said softly. “On the bed.”

Molly looked confused for a moment but she obeyed, lying on her back and spreading her legs. Her inner thighs were glistening and wet with the juice from her pussy, and I took a deep breath, savoring the musky aroma. I crawled on top of her body with my knees between her spread thighs. Reaching into the nightstand, I pulled a bottle of lube free and poured some onto my fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up.

“I want you to rub your clit, just like you did when we were on the phone,” I growled. “And I’m going to play with your little asshole until you’re ready for me to take your anal virginity.”

Molly blushed scarlet red. She licked her lips and nodded, closing her eyes and lowering her hand to her crotch. I almost came right there at the sight of her chubby fingers massaging her clit. Molly moaned and arched her back, obviously enjoying her own ministrations. She gasped and bucked with pleasure.

“Spread your legs more,” I said. “As far as you can.”

Molly obeyed.

“Actually, forget that,” I said. “I want you to get on all fours, facing the wall. Keep rubbing your clit and spread your legs.”

Molly bit her lip as she rolled onto her knees. Her pussy looked delicious as she rubbed her clit. Juice leaked from her slit and I leaned in close to smell her delicious fragrance. My cock was pulsing with lust as I gently touched her puckering asshole.

“Relax,” I growled. “Relax, you’re going to enjoy this, I promise.”

Molly relaxed. When her little rosebud was less tense, I gently rubbed my thumb over it, pushing in. Molly gasped. My balls ached and I longed to thrust my cock deep inside, but I knew I had to make Molly as comfortable as possible.

“God,” Molly moaned. She pushed her ass towards me and I gently pushed my thumb inside, massaging the delicate tissue until I felt it relax.

“I want to fuck you,” I said. “And I want you to keep fingering yourself the whole time, do you understand?”

“Yes,” Molly said breathlessly. I was shaking with lust as I reached for the lube and coated my cock until it was glistening and slippery. Gently, I pushed the head of my cock against Molly’s asshole.

“Relax,” I growled.

Molly moaned with pleasure as I slid inside of her. She was so tight and hot that I could hardly breathe. It felt so incredibly good that I groaned. Steadying myself against Molly’s hips, I began to rock and thrust.

Molly whimpered and moaned beneath me, but I could tell she was enjoying it. Her whole body was relaxed and she was moaning and shrieking, tossing her hair and shoving her ass against me.

“God,” I grunted. “Your ass feels so fucking incredible, baby, I love it.”

“I love your cock in my ass,” Molly moaned loudly. She shivered and arched her back. “Fuck my ass, Alex!”

I felt my orgasm hit me like a semi truck. My balls shuddered and twitched and my cock gushed cum inside of Molly’s ass, filling her with my seed. My explosion set Molly off and she was shaking and screaming, frantically rubbing her clit. The room was filled with a dense, loamy odor and I was shaking as I pulled my cock out of Molly’s ass.

Molly grinned as she flopped down on the bed, sweaty and exhausted. “I love you, Alex,” she said softly.

I leaned down and kissed her. “I love you,” I said. I winked as I flopped down and pulled her sweaty frame into my arms. “And for right now, I’d say your education is complete.”

Molly’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

I smirked. “Well, level one, anyway,” I said, growling. “But you passed with flying colors.”

Molly flushed. She snuggled closer, and I closed my eyes.

I’d never been so happy in my entire life.

 

Epilogue

Molly – One Year Later

“I really like what you’ve done with the place,” I said, glancing around. “It looks really fantastic, Becks.”

Rebecca beamed. “I like it,” she said. She shrugged. “Alice does, too.”

I smiled. “I’m so glad you guys are together,” I said. “She’s a really nice girl.”

Rebecca nodded. “She is,” she said. She bit her lip and leaned back. “Molly, listen…about last year, I’m so sorry I acted like that.” She shook her head and sighed. “I can’t believe I went full nuclear insane on you that day, and I’m sorry I was such a jealous witch when it came to you and Alex.”

I waved my hand through the air. “Hey, no worries,” I said. “It all worked out, didn’t it?”

Rebecca nodded again. “Yeah,” she said softly. “It did.”

Things had been rocky for a long time with my best friend. We didn’t talk for months after the bad incident the year before, when Rebecca had kissed and threatened me. During that time, Alex had been my rock. He’d been there whenever, wherever I needed him. We’d fallen more deeply in love than ever before…not to mention, continued my “education.”

When classes had started up again, Rebecca and I had three sections together. That was when I’d realized that if I wanted her back in my life, we were going to have to make up. I was nervous as heck the day I walked over to her and asked her for coffee, just to talk. Rebecca had accepted, and we’d gone to the same coffee shop where I’d gone on my ill-fitted date with Dan. We’d talked (and cried) and Rebecca had apologized for everything, although I knew she still felt guilty. She still brought it up sometimes.

I’d initially planned to find my own apartment and move in alone, but by then, I was so used to living with Alex that I didn’t want to leave. He’d officially asked me to move in with him on our six-month anniversary, and I’d been over the moon about it. I loved him more than ever before, especially because he was so good at taking care of me. It was truly like being with the best man in the world.

Just after Rebecca and I had rekindled our friendship – we’d started slowly, having drinks together a few times a week, things like that – she met someone. A chubby brunette named Alice, who fell hard and fast for my best friend. They were the cutest couple, and it was great to finally see Rebecca so happy. Best of all, it made me feel as though she’d truly moved on from her weird obsession with me.

I was getting to my feet just as the front door opened and Alice walked in. When she saw me, she smiled.

“Hey, Molly,” Alice said. “I didn’t know you were coming over today. How are things going?”

I smiled happily. “Good,” I said. “I can’t stay for too long, Alex said he’s actually going to cook dinner for me tonight.”

Rebecca burst out laughing. “You might want to have a backup plan,” she said. “I’m pretty sure that to Alex, ‘cooking’ means mac and cheese from a box and soup from a can.”

I shrugged. “I love mac and cheese,” I said honestly. “And besides, I love Alex. I think it’s sweet.”

Rebecca shook her head. “You’re hopeless,” she said. “But I’m glad you found happiness and somehow managed to change my asshole of a brother into a good man.”

I nodded. “It wasn’t on purpose,” I said.

“No, he’s totally transformed,” Rebecca said. She turned to Alice. “Alice, you wouldn’t believe this, but my brother used to be the biggest player in Rolling Hills.”

Alice snickered. “It’s not hard to imagine,” she said. She sat down next to Rebecca and started rubbing her back.

I nodded. “He was like that before, but not now.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Speaking of family, are you coming to dinner this weekend? Mom is making a really big deal about it for some reason.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Alex told me he had a surprise for me, and that we’d go to your parents to celebrate.”

Rebecca blushed. “Cool,” she said. “I’m glad Mom finally came around.”

“Me, too.” When I’d first gotten together with Alex, his mother hadn’t exactly been…welcoming. But after a few months, when she realized I truly loved her son, she relaxed We weren’t super close, but I was enjoying building a relationship with her.

My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my pocket. There was a text from Alex that read: “coming home soon? I have a surprise for u.”

I blushed. “I’ve got to get going,” I said. “I think Alex is starting dinner.”

Rebecca laughed. “If you get food poisoning and want us to bring you some soup later, let me know.” She stood up and hugged me. I waved to Alice, then grabbed my bag and headed outside. Alex’s shiny Mustang was parked on the curb and I grinned when I saw him.

“Hey,” Alex said. “I thought I’d offer you a ride home.”

I smiled happily. “Thank you,” I said. Climbing into the car, I leaned over and kissed him. As always, kissing Alex made my heart thump faster and my nipples stiffen with excitement.

Alex pulled away. “I have a surprise for you at home,” he said.

“You mentioned,” I said, flushing. “What is it?”

Alex laughed. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise!”

I grew anxious and excited as Alex drove across town. As soon as we stepped inside our condo, I gasped. The living room was filled with peonies – my favorite flower – and takeout from Spice Nation, my favorite Indian place, was set up at the table.

“This is better than your cooking,” I said, grinning. My stomach rumbled and I leaned over to kiss Alex.

“I’m glad you approve,” Alex said, raising an eyebrow. “Because there’s one other thing I want from you.”

“Oh yeah?” I blushed and bit my lip. “What?”

Alex dropped to one knee. When he pulled a small Cartier box from his pocket, I gasped.

“Molly Peters, will you make me the happiest man on earth by doing me the honor of becoming my wife?” Alex’s blue eyes shone with sincerity.

“Oh my god!” I squeaked. “Yes! Yes!”

Alex got to his feet and slid the beautiful diamond ring onto my finger. He pulled me into a close hug and kissed my neck. Tears of happiness welled up in my eyes and I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

“I love you,” Alex said, pulling away, just so he could look at me. “I always will, Molly.”

Happiness filled my chest and I couldn’t keep from crying. I was torn between staring into the face of my fiancé or staring at my ring.

“I love you, too,” I said softly. “You’ve made me the happiest woman on earth.”

Alex grinned. “Good,” he said. “I hope I can do that every day, Molly.” He reached up to wipe a tear from my cheek. “I love you more than anything, and I will always care for and protect you.” He smirked. “And give you lots of orgasms. I promise to do that, too.”

I blushed. “You’d better,” I said quietly. “Because I’m looking forward to a long, happy, orgasmic life with you.”

As I closed my eyes and nestled my head into Alex’s neck, I knew that everything had finally turned out just like a fairy tale. I’d never expected to find this kind of happiness, but becoming Mrs. Alex Travers was a dream come true. I had no idea what the future would hold – but I knew that as long as Alex and I were together, everything would be absolutely perfect.