by Mia Ford
“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 w
orld 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!
