Chapter Nine

Alex

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

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

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

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

I was convinced that I’d never understand women.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hannah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you free later?”

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

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

“Oh my gosh, no!”

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

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

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

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

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

But Hannah fit the bill perfectly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I laughed. “How old are you, anyway?”

“Twenty-one.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Either way, I didn’t like it.

Not one fucking bit.