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.”