Rescue Me

by Mia Ford

  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 nodde
d. “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 a
nd 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.