by Mia Ford
“Yeah,” Alex roared. “Hold on, I’ll go in the other room,” he said. I waited obediently a few seconds while Alex walked away from the loud crowd. When he spoke again, his voice was at a normal level.
“So,” I said. “How was the fire?”
“It’s gone now, but it was bad, babe,” Alex said. He sighed. “Everyone survived, though. That’s always the point, as long as that happens, I don’t really care about anything else.”
“Makes sense,” I said awkwardly.
“So,” Alex said. I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was smirking and I blushed. “What are you wearing?”
I looked down. “Just my shirt and underwear,” I said. “Why?”
Alex laughed. “Molly, time for a new lesson,” he said. Then he lowered his voice to a growl. “I’m going to teach you how to talk dirty.”
I bit my lip and blushed even harder, glad Alex wasn’t here to see me.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Tell me again what you’re wearing, and describe yourself in a lot of detail. Give me a really good picture of you in my head.”
“I’m wearing my white cotton shirt, it’s thin and I don’t have a bra on underneath. I’m wearing the same panties I was wearing earlier today, when you came over and…” I trailed off.
“When I came over and what?”
I blushed so hard that my face was burning. “When you came over and ate me out,” I whispered.
“God, Molly, that’s so hot to hear you talk like that,” Alex groaned. “Keep going. Tell me about your pussy. Is it wet?”
“Yes,” I said. I felt so dirty and humiliated…but also turned on. My panties were still soaked from earlier but I could feel my clit getting hard and my nipples were stiff, brushing the fabric of my shirt and filling me with pleasure.
“How wet are you?”
“Very wet,” I whispered.
“I want you to reach down and touch yourself, and tell me all about it,” Alex said.
“I feel weird doing that,” I whispered. “I…can’t say it!”
“Molly, you’re going to have to get over this squeamishness,” Alex said sternly. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said softly. Closing my eyes, I traced my fingers down my body. “I’m running my hand over my breasts, through my shirt,” I said. My fingers brushed against one of my nipples and pleasure flooded my body, making me arch my back and moan. Tentatively, I pinched my nipple and rolled it between my fingers the same way Alex had done. It felt incredibly good and I moaned again, even more loudly.
“Sounds like you’re having a lot of fun over there,” Alex said. “Tell me about it, Molly. Tell me how it feels.”
“I’m playing with my nipples and pinching them between my fingers,” I said, moaning softly. “And it feels incredible, Alex. It feels like you’re here and touching me.”
“I want to watch you touch yourself,” Alex said. “But we’ll do that later. Right now, you’re still learning how to talk dirty like a pro slut.”
I blushed and bit my lip, but I didn’t stop playing with my stiff nipples. I was amazed at how good it felt. I shuddered and moaned as I pinched and rolled them. My pussy was getting wetter than ever and the soaked crotch of my panties straining against my hidden clit was driving me wild.
“I’m getting really wet,” I said, wriggling and rolling around, desperate for more of the delicious sensation.
“Good,” Alex growled. “I want you to move your hand down your belly, very slowly, and gently tease yourself by tickling your pussy outside of your panties. Do you understand? You’re not to take them off,” he said. “Not yet.”
“Yes,” I whispered. Reluctantly, I took my fingers away from my nipples and slid them down my belly and between my legs. My first instinct was to put my hand inside of my panties and play with myself, but I didn’t want to disobey Alex. Instead, I spread my legs as wide as I could and gently stroked myself, feeling the tendrils of pubic hair as they escaped from the wet material. The musky scent of my pussy juice filled the room and I inhaled deeply. It’s the scent of sex , I thought, closing my eyes as delicious sensations rolled through my body.
“This feels so good,” I said. “I’m stroking my pussy through my wet panties, and the material is clinging to my body. I really want to touch my clit, Alex. Please let me touch my clit,” I begged. “Pleased.”
“Not yet,” Alex commanded in a low voice. “Keep stroking yourself. Buck your hips and rub yourself against your fingers like the little slut I know you are.”
I bit my lip and moaned, doing exactly as Alex asked. I could feel the blood racing through my veins, laced with arousal as I pleasured myself. Soon, I was grinding my hips against my fingers, desperate for more.
“It feels so good,” I moaned, biting my lip and wriggling on the bed. “It feels incredible, Alex.”
“Good girl. Now I want you to pull your panties down and spread your legs. Don’t touch yourself. Let your wet pussy feel the cool air of the room. I want your clit to be tingling.”
Biting my lip, I pulled my panties down and tossed them to the side, then I lay back and spread my legs. Just as Alex had said, the cool air hit my exposed pussy and it felt incredible.
“Now I want you to touch yourself,” Alex said. “Very slowly. Just rub yourself very gently, touch your clit, but don’t put any fingers inside of yourself.”
Eagerly, I did as he asked. As soon as my finger touched my wet clit, I shivered and moaned loudly.
“I’m touching my clit now,” I said, gasping as the pleasurable sensations raced through my body. “And It feels so good, Alex. I wish you were here, kneeling between my legs and licking me.”
“I wish that, too, baby,” Alex growled. “Now I want you to slip just one finger inside of your pussy with your other hand. Don’t stop touching your clit. Rub your fingers in very slow circles all around it and don’t stop, even if one side feels better than the other.”
I moaned in frustration and pleasure as I slid a finger inside of my pussy. I was tight and so wet that I was soaking the bed beneath my body. As I fingered myself, I balanced the phone against my shoulder and arched my back, licking my lips.
“This feels so good,” I moaned, clenching my teeth and rubbing circles around my clit. My clit was so hard that it felt like a tiny wet pebble nestled in my crotch.
“Good girl. Now take your wet finger out of your pussy and touch your asshole. Just lightly, don’t put your finger inside your asshole.”
I blushed but I did as he asked. Again, I was surprised by the delight of sensitive skin. I rubbed my wet fingertip over my asshole, feeling the skin pucker and twitch at my touch. Combined with my slow clit stimulation, it felt so good.
“I’m touching my asshole now,” I moaned. “And it feels so good, Alex. I can feel it opening up, just because it wants a finger inside. God, this feels incredible!”
“Good,” Alex groaned. “Now rub your clit faster. I want you to come for me. And right before you come, I want you to stick the tip of your finger inside your ass and feel yourself clench for me, Molly.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “God!” Rubbing my clit faster and faster, I moaned and screamed as a powerful orgasm began to crash over my head. I slipped the tip of my finger inside my ass and I gasped as I felt the skin pulse and clench, much more tightly than my pussy. It felt heavenly and dirty all at once – the best orgasm I’d ever experienced. Every new orgasm is better than the last , I thought.
“I’m coming!” I moaned. “God, Alex, I’m coming for you!” I quivered and shook as the pleasure took hold of me, taking me over until I could hardly breathe. When it was over, I took my hands away.
“Good girl, you did very well,” Alex growled. “I’m very proud of you. Lick your fingers clean and put your wet panties back on. I want you to be reminded of how wet you were all through the day.”
With shaking hands, I did as Alex asked.
“Good girl,” Alex repeated. He cleared hi
s throat. “Now that little lesson is all taken care of, I’ve got to get to work.” That devilish quality was back in his voice and I blushed. “I’ll talk to you soon, Molly.”
“Okay,” I said dreamily, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back on the pillow.
“I miss you,” Alex said.
I blushed. “I miss you, too.” I said softly. “I really do.”
“I know,” Alex said. “See you soon.”
When we hung up, I sighed in contentment and happiness. I had no earthly clue how I’d managed to find the perfect boyfriend, but I’d done it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Alex
The harder I worked on educating Molly, the more I felt myself falling deeply in love with her. She was the perfect girl for me – sweet, obedient, and always hot for my touch. When I’d first started fucking Molly, I’d wondered why she hadn’t managed to find someone before me.
But now that we’d been sleeping together for a few weeks, I felt lucky and privileged to have taken her cherry. I wanted to give Molly everything in the world – everything she wanted, anything she could possibly dream of. I lamented the fact that I only pulled in a measly fifty thousand a year. If only I were rich, and I could treat her like a princess and spoil her, give her every whim and every dream and everything she’d ever wanted. I didn’t know very much about her childhood, but I had to guess that it hadn’t been very happy. But when Molly and I got together, I swore that I’d make up for that. I wanted to make her the happiest girl in the world.
That night, as soon as I left the firehouse, I drove straight over to Molly’s apartment. Rebecca wasn’t there – Molly said she was at campus, studying for a test. Molly greeted me with a shy smile.
“Hi,” she said, biting her lip and blushing. I smirked – I kept thinking about the way she’d been moaning in my ear only hours earlier, telling me everything dirty and raunchy that she was doing to herself. It had driven me wild – I’d never been with a girl so eager to please.
“Hey there.” I smirked, then leaned in for a kiss. Molly threw her arms around my neck and swooned against my body as I slipped my tongue inside of her mouth, gently sucking on her lower lip. Molly moaned softly. Her frame shivered and she pressed her tits against me. The hunger was obvious – she wanted me just as much as I wanted her, if not more.
“Hi,” Molly said shyly. “How was work?”
I shrugged. “I’m fine,” I said. “How are you?”
Molly frowned. She pulled away from me and walked into the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of water.
“Hey, Alex, want anything?”
“Yeah, I’ll take a beer,” I said, yawning. “I’m exhausted. I feel like I could sleep for days.”
When Molly reappeared, she was blushing. She passed me a beer and lifted the glass of water to her lips, drinking greedily.
“You wanna take a nap?”
“Yeah, definitely,” I said. “But first, come here.” I sat down and patted the couch next to me. “Keep me company,” I added. “Just for a little while.”
Molly sat next to me and curled up close, threading her arm through mine and resting her head on my shoulder. Her sweet, faintly musky scent washed over me and I closed my eyes, breathing in deeply, grateful just to be next to her.
“So, what do you want to talk about?” Molly asked softly. She glanced up at me with her big brown eyes. “Is everything okay?”
I chuckled. Reaching for her hand, I twined my fingers with hers and squeezed. “Everything is fine,” I said. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Molly bit her lip. “Really?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Actually, I don’t think it. I know it.”
Molly flushed and sighed happily, closing her eyes. “I’m falling in love with you, too,” she said quietly. “And I’ve known that for a long time.”
I grinned and kissed the top of her warm, brown head. Molly sighed again and tilted her face upwards, pressing her lips against mine. Her mouth was deliciously cold from the water and I slipped my tongue in her mouth and cradled her face in my hands. Molly moaned softly, crawling closer and pressing her face to mine. She put her hands on my cheeks and sighed into my mouth as our tongues flicked and danced together.
“Mmmn,” Molly purred. “I want you right now, Alex.”
I slipped my hand into her shirt and cradled her tit in my hand, flicking my finger over her erect nipple. Just as I was about to reach for the fly of her jeans, the front door opened and banged closed again.
Molly leapt away from me like a scalded cat. She blushed and trembled as she adjusted her clothes, pulling her shirt right.
Rebecca stood in the doorway, looking confused and unhappy.
“Heya, sis,” I said, winking. “How’s it hanging?”
Rebecca frowned.
“Hi,” Molly said. “Is everything okay? Were you at school?”
Rebecca didn’t reply. She glanced from me to Molly, shaking her head.
“I don’t believe it,” Rebecca said softly. “The two of you. Really?!”
“I told you,” Molly said, her chin wobbling as she spoke. “Things are good between us.”
I turned to Rebecca. “Molly and I are together,” I said. “We’re in love.”
Rebecca rolled her eyes. “You, in love,” she muttered under her breath. “I don’t believe it for a second.”
“It’s true,” I said. I gave Molly an encouraging look.
“Yeah,” Molly echoed. “We’re in love, Rebecca.”
Rebecca narrowed her eyes and shrugged. “Whatever,” she said. “Don’t come crying to me when he breaks your heart, Molly.”
“Oh, fuck off,” I said. “You’ve been a huge bitch to me your entire life, Rebecca. I don’t know why this is any different.”
Rebecca inhaled sharply. For a moment, I thought she was going to say something. Then she swallowed hard, grabbed her bags, and left.
“Damn,” I said, shaking my head. “I can’t believe she’s acting like this.”
Molly sighed. “Alex, that isn’t all,” she said quietly. “Rebecca and I had kind of a weird conversation the other day. She asked me if I’d always known that I was straight. I think she was trying to come out of the closet.”
My stomach curdled and twisted at her words. Again, the image of my sister dancing and kissing another girl leapt into my mind.
“Molly, there’s something I have to tell you,” I said slowly, narrowing my eyes. “The other day, I was out and I saw Rebecca. She went into this club.”
“Rebecca went to a club?” Molly laughed. “That’s a good one!”
“No, I’m serious,” I said. I sighed. “I was curious, so I parked and followed her in. It was a gay club, and she was dancing with another woman who looked a lot like you. They kissed, too.” I shook my head and narrowed my eyes. “It sounds strange, but I think maybe she has a crush on you, and she’s jealous of me or something stupid like that.”
Molly’s face went through a variety of expressions. First, she looked like she was going to burst out laughing again. Then her forehead creased with concern and she braced herself with a hand against the couch.
“Oh my god,” Molly said. “That’s…that’s insane, Alex! I can’t believe that,” she added, shaking her head. “There’s no way she has a thing for me. We’ve been best friends for years.” She flushed hotly. “And normally, I wouldn’t tell you her secrets. But I know for a fact that she slept with someone – a man – when we were in college. More than once, even.”
I burst out laughing. “Wow, good for her,” I said. “But she’s never had a boyfriend, has she?”
Molly shook her head. She blushed even harder. “And Alex…sorry, I know this is weird to say, but I feel like I should’ve known as soon as she told me that the sex wasn’t even that good. She said it was really disappointing. I chalked it up to the fact that she slept with some guy in a frat and he wasn’t good in bed, but wow, it makes so much sense now.”
I blinked. The idea of my sister nabbing some fraternity dude was almost as funny as the idea of her dancing at a gay club.
“Holy shit,” I muttered. “That’s fucking insane.”
Molly nodded. “Tell me about it,” she said, rolling her eyes. She sighed. “I feel so dazed. Maybe I should lie down for a while.”
“No,” I said. “You should probably come with me, Molly. I don’t know – maybe you should stay with me for a while, until all of this calm down. I have a feeling Rebecca isn’t going to be thrilled about the news when she gets home, and I don’t want her stressing you out.”
