Rescue Me

by Mia Ford

  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 squee
zed 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 bur
ied 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.