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.