Rescue Me

by Mia Ford

  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?”
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  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?”