by Mia Ford
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, bet
ween 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.”
