Thirst

Blurb

Molly

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

I never thought he would notice me.

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

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

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

But was he also going to break my heart?

Alex

On paper, I’m a firefighter.

But my real profession?

F*cking girls until they scream my name.

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

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

A girl I could educate in the ways of lust.

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

In love.

Chapter One

Molly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But just a few years, and then we’ll be librarians,” I said encouragingly, pushing my workbook back towards my best friend. “And that’s gonna be awesome.”

Rebecca nodded. She pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. “Yeah,” she said. She sighed. “God, did I tell you? My dad is still trying to get me a job at his stupid firm, even though I don’t want it.”

I frowned. “That sucks.”

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t even close.

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

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

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

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

Rebecca frowned. “What happened?”

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

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

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

“Hey, Molly! Over here!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” I wrinkled my nose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” I said quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi,” I said shyly.

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

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

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

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

“So, Rebecca, fun day at school?”

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

“Such anger!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey!”

“Well, it’s true.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded. “Yep. That’s him.”

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

I flushed brightly. “Um, I guessed,” I said. “He just seems to mature.”

To my immense relief, Rebecca nodded. “Yeah, you’re right,” she said. “So, you gonna do it?”

“Do what?”

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

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

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

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

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

I blushed. “Thanks, I think.”

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

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

Chapter Two

Molly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh.”

“But I like tea.”

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

“Hey, Molly!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay. That sounds good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I frowned. “I don’t think so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I have some wine?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was too stunned to respond.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay,” I said sadly. “I’ll try.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Three

Alex

I get it.

I know.

I’m difficult.

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

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

It got old.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, someone you work with?”

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

“How long have you been fighting fires?”

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s nice,” I said.

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

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

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

“So I take it you want more, then?”

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

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

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

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

“Waiting for something?” I asked snidely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alex! What are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Four

Molly

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

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

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

“Well, you look beautiful,” Rebecca said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, what are you having?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good for you,” Dan said.

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

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

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

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

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

I flushed.

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

I nodded. “Okay,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Done what? Had coffee with a friend?”

A friend? What?

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dan nodded. “Sure.”

“How…how can I get a boyfriend?”

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

I blushed.

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

“I do,” I said, blushing hotly.

“Who is it?”

I sighed. “My best friend’s brother.”

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

I bit my lip. “Why?”

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

I nodded.

“Someone like that wouldn’t be good for you,” Dan said. “I don’t mean offense with that remark, Molly. But you should be realistic.”

I took a long sip of my chocolatey drink and frowned. “Maybe,” I said softly. “I have no idea.”

Chapter Five

Alex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

“Rebecca?”

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

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

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

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

“Kelly’s a fat pig,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, any guys except for Rob, I guess.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you want?” Molly asked.

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

Molly didn’t reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well?” I asked softly. “Are you?”

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

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

“He was gay.”

My eyebrows shot up. “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mn,” Molly whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Six

Molly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But why?

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

Or did he just get off on seeing me squirm?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, what was it, then?

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

“Hey,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who?”

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

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

I frowned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What, exactly?”

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

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

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

I flushed hotly. “No.”

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

“So, like a boyfriend.”

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

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

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

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

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

“We always do,” Rebecca said.

“I’m Brian. Can I buy you a drink?”

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

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

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

“Ah,” Brian said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rebecca swallowed, looking deeply uncomfortable.

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

My jaw dropped. “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Seven

Alex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, she’s not home?”

“No.” Molly frowned. “What’s wrong?”

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

“Um, okay,” Molly said nervously.

“May I come in?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You like that,” I growled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God,” I grunted again, closing my eyes and thrusting hard inside of Molly’s pussy. My cock trembled and pulsed, and I felt hot cum gush into the latex. The sensations felt even more incredible than usual, and I could hardly breathe as the last of my cum drained from my still-hard cock.

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

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

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

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

Chapter Eight

Molly

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

And now what was going to happen?

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

I thought my heart would never slow down to normal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I flushed hotly.

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

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

“Well? Who?”

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

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

“And we, um…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you gonna do it again?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me, too.”

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

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

Chapter Nine

Alex

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

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

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

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

I was convinced that I’d never understand women.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hannah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you free later?”

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

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

“Oh my gosh, no!”

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

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

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

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

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

But Hannah fit the bill perfectly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I laughed. “How old are you, anyway?”

“Twenty-one.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Either way, I didn’t like it.

Not one fucking bit.

Chapter Ten

Molly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, is this Molly?”

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

“I know. I told her to.”

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

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

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

“Molly?”

“Oh, no, I don’t.”

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

“Oh, that makes sense.”

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

“What?”

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

"Why?"

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

“Yes,” I whispered.

“So, come over. Now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or did he really find me attractive?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God!” I moaned. “Alex!”

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

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

I nodded. “Yes,” I said softly.

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

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

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

Chapter Eleven

Alex

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

When I returned I handed the folded towel to Molly.

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

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

“Better?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get dressed,” I said.

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

When she emerged, I noticed she looked uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong?”

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alex, who was that? Really?”

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

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

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

“I don’t know,” Molly said softly. She sniffled and looked out the window.

“Look, don’t be upset, she was rude,” I said. “I should’ve bragged about how good you blew me.”

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

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

Molly’s red blush faded to pink, and the corners of her lips curled into a faint smile. “Thanks,” she said quietly. I could barely hear her over the roar of the engine.

“I should be thanking you,” I said with a smirk. Inside my boxers, my cock began to twitch and jerk. Again? I thought irritably. God, I just came ten minutes ago!

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

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

“Nope.”

“Then what are we doing?”

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

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

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

I smirked. “What, you don’t like it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Twelve

Molly

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

In all likelihood, I knew that I was speeding faster than ever towards a heartbreak.

I let myself inside. Closing my eyes, I dipped my head and twirled in a slow circle. My thighs were still slick and slippery with my own arousal, and I felt sensual and different, somehow more powerful.

Rebecca was right, I thought. Who would have possibly known that I just needed sex to feel confident for the first time?

“Mol? Is that you?”

“Yeah,” I called back. “I just got home.”

Rebecca came into the living room with her hands on her hips. “You were gone for a long time,” she said.

“Yeah.” I flushed, feeling guilty. “I was with Alex.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “I know,” she said. “I gave you his number, remember?”

I nodded. “Sorry,” I said. I swallowed. The tension between us was as thick as my thighs. “I don’t want this to be awkward for you.”

“Because you’re sleeping with my brother?” Rebecca shrugged. “It’s fine.”

That stung a little bit. “It was your idea in the first place,” I said, still determined not to let Rebecca know how long I’d lusted over Alex.

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t think you’d hook up more than once,” Rebecca said sourly.

I didn’t reply. Biting my lip, I looked down at the ground.

“I’m going to take a shower, and then go to campus for a while,” I said. “I have a lot of work to catch up on.”

Rebecca nodded. “Okay. Will you be home for dinner?”

“Yeah, what are you making?”

“Do tacos sound good?”

“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.