“No,” Alex said firmly. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Molly. Rob never should have said that stuff to you.” He shook his head and groaned. “I don’t even know if it’s true, but don’t worry about it, okay?”
I shivered. “It makes me feel weird,” I said. “I can’t…I don’t want to believe it,” I added firmly. “How am I supposed to act around her now?”
Alex shrugged. “I don’t know. I probably wouldn’t bring it up. But it explains a lot. She’s obviously jealous,” he said. “And she probably didn’t really think you and I would wind up together, and she probably didn’t think you’d get a boyfriend.”
I frowned. “Yeah,” I said. I didn’t like to admit it, but Alex was totally right.
“Are you feeling better? I’ve got to head into the firehouse,” Alex said. “I just don’t want to leave without knowing you’re okay.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said. “Thanks, though.”
Alex nodded. He grinned and kissed me. “I love you,” he said. “Call me if anything comes up, okay?”
I nodded. “I will.”
Alex kissed me once more, then left. I lay in bed and listened to the sound of his footsteps fading on the walk outside. As soon as he was gone, I missed him. I wanted him back – I wanted to wrap my arms around him and never let go. Stop it, Molly, I told myself. You’re getting obsessed, and that’s not a good thing. You can’t be so clingy, you’ll completely drive him away.
With a sigh, I flopped back against the pillows and closed my eyes. I was exhausted, and honestly, I didn’t feel like going into the living room just in case Rebecca was home. I had no idea how I was going to confront her! Was I supposed to just ask her to come out and spill the truth? Or what?
I yawned and snuggled deeper in the covers. I’ll just sleep for a little while, I thought. And when I wake up, maybe I’ll have a better idea of what to do.
Hours later, I woke up. I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes, yawning. I felt groggy and dehydrated. It was dark outside – my phone told me that it was after nine-thirty, well into Alex’s shift at the firehouse.
I decided to get up and make myself a late dinner. Pulling my robe on over my clothes, I put my hair up in a sloppy bun and walked out to the kitchen. To my shock, Rebecca was sitting at the table with a bowl of pasta.
“Hi, Molly,” Rebecca said. “How are you?”
I bit my lip and sat down. “Not great,” I said. “I need to talk to you.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Rebecca said. “Are things with Alex not going well?” I frowned – she almost looked happy as she asked.
“No, they’re good,” I said. “He brought me by the firehouse earlier to meet all of the guys.”
“Were they nice?”
I shrugged. “Yeah,” I said. “They were fine. That’s not what I want to talk about, though.”
“Oh, want some pasta? I made tons, it’s still on the stove,” Rebecca said.
I sighed. “Becks, this is serious,” I said. “Please, don’t derail me.”
Rebecca frowned.
“Do you have feelings for me?” I asked gently, trying to keep my voice low and non-accusatory. “Please be honest.”
Rebecca burst out laughing. “Molly, no! Who put that idea in your head? Was it Alex? I’ll kill him,” she added, muttering under her breath.
“No,” I said shakily. “It wasn’t Alex, although he did tell me that he saw you go into a gay club. He followed you inside and saw you dancing with and kissing a woman. A woman who…” I trailed off nervously, biting my lip. “A woman who looked like me,” I finished softly.
Rebecca looked like I’d slapped her in the face.
“Rob told me,” I continued. “And Rebecca, it’s fine, really. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I never noticed. I never picked up on the signals. And I’m straight,” I added quietly. “But it doesn’t bother me that you’re gay.”
Rebecca’s face turned from pale white to crimson red. “Molly,” she said slowly, shaking her head. “That’s crazy.”
I sighed. “Is it? You’ve been acting like a jealous witch ever since I started sleeping with your brother and I’m starting to wonder if you only suggested I sleep with him because you thought it would never happen.”
Rebecca’s expression changed. “I…” She trailed off and buried her face in her hands, bursting into tears. “Molly, I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m really sorry. I never meant for you to find out.”
I felt awkward as I sat there, staring at her bowl of pasta. “Its okay,” I said. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
Rebecca sobbed harder and harder, until her shoulders were shaking and the air was filled with the sound of her sucking wet snot back into her nose. She coughed and choked and gasped for air, sniffling and snuffling like she’d just been given the worst news of her life. I felt so guilty and sad as I just sat there, watching her cry.
“It’s okay,” I repeated. “Come here.” I stood up and held out my arms. Rebecca hesitated for a second, then got to her feet and dove into my embrace. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. Rebecca clung to me. She buried her face in my neck and I felt the dampness of her snot and tears soaking the fabric of my robe.
“It’ll be okay,” I said again as I rubbed Rebecca’s back. She pulled away and looked deeply into my eyes, sighing. Just as I was about to step away, Rebecca closed her eyes and pressed her lips to mine.
For a moment, I was too shocked to move. Then, I pushed her away and stared, feeling both violated and horrified.
“Oh my god,” I said. “Rebecca, no. I told you, I’ll always be your best friend. But I don’t have feelings for you in that way!”
“Molly, come on, you love me and you know it,” Rebecca said, advancing on me. She laughed. “I know you were only using Alex to make me jealous. It’s okay, you can tell me.” She reached for me again and I darted out of the way, knocking over a kitchen chair and jumping when it clattered to the floor.
“Rebecca, no,” I said.
She stepped closer and I pushed her away. “Leave me alone,” I said. “I don’t like you in that way!”
“Molly, stop lying to yourself,” Rebecca said. “We’re perfect for each other and you know it. Nobody cares about us, we’re a couple of losers. We could be so happy together,” she said, her eyes shining with desperation.
Horror filled my body as I pushed her to the side and ran down the hall. Rebecca was hot on my heels but I managed to dart inside my room and slam the door shut and lock it. Rebecca pounded on the door.
“Molly, let me in,” Rebecca yelled. “Please, I swear, I won’t try to kiss you again. We can just talk, or cuddle or something! We can work up to things at your own pace!”
With a trembling hand, I reached for my phone and dialed Alex.
“Hello?”
“Alex, it’s me,” I said in a shaky voice. “I really need your help!”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Alex
My chest was in knots as I sped across town, desperate to see Molly. She’d been so upset on the phone that I could barely understand her – what the hell had happened? The only thing I’d been able to make out was that she was desperately upset, and my heart was lurching as I drove. God, I hope she’s okay, I thought, pressing the gas pedal close to the floorboards. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to Molly!
When I reached her apartment, I ran inside without knocking. The kitchen was a disaster – chairs knocked to the floor, pasta and red sauce everywhere. Oh, fuck, I thought as I looked around in a blind panic. Someone must’ve broken in. I balled my hands into fists and growled. If someone had broken in and tried to hurt the woman I loved, I was going to make them wish they’d never been born.
I ran down the hall and knocked on Molly’s door. “Molly, it’s me,” I yelled. “Let me in!”
Molly was sobbing on the other side of the door. “Is she gone?” Molly asked tearfully. “I don’t want to open the door unless she’s gone!�
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“There’s no one else here,” I said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Molly unlocked the door and swung it open. She’d been crying and her eyes were red. “Oh my god, Alex,” she said, collapsing in my arms. “It was awful. I confronted her and she started crying, so I thought I should give her a hug, you know, get her to calm down. And then she tried to kiss me and kept saying that we belonged together and that we were perfect together.” Molly’s voice rose to a hysterical pitch.
“Oh my god,” I muttered. “You’re kidding me.”
Molly looked up at me tearfully and shook her head. “No,” she said softly. “Trust me, I wish I was kidding.”
I sighed. “Okay. Get some things together. Clothes, your stuff for school, all of your chargers and stuff. You’re gonna stay with me for a little while, until you can find another place.”
I thought Molly would resist. Instead, she threw her clothes into a bag and grabbed her computer, some toiletries, and a couple of pairs of shoes. When she was ready, I guided her outside. My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe it – my sister had completely lost her fucking mind.
“She’s gone insane,” I said, shaking my head. “I can’t believe it.”
Molly shrugged and sighed. “Neither can I,” she said. “It was awful, Alex. She was like a totally different person.”
I sighed. “Well, it’s okay. She doesn’t have a key to my place, and she’s probably embarrassed that she acted that way. Hopefully it’ll blow over soon.”
Molly nodded. She pursed her lips and sighed, resting her head against the passenger window.
We were silent as we drove across town. Back at my condo, I helped Molly with her bags. She glanced around my place again, as if seeing it for the first time.
“Thank you,” Molly said. She sighed. “This is really nice of you, Alex. Just please let me know if I’m being too much of a burden. I have another friend I can stay with, Dan.”
I laughed. “There is no way I’m letting you stay with another man,” I said, stepping close and raising my eyebrow.
Molly burst out laughing. “He’s gay,” she said. “He’s the guy I went out with before you and I started…you know,” I said.
I shook my head. “Still,” I growled. “You’re mine.”
The tension between us crackled and sizzled. I hadn’t been planning on fucking Molly that day – I’d figured that she’d be too upset. But I could tell from the way her tits were heaving and her eyes were focused on me that she was hot and horny.
“Are you ready for your next lesson?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.
Molly blushed and bit her lip. My cock twitched in my pants and my balls ached, longing to my sucked by her perfect pink lips.
“Yes,” Molly said softly. “I am.”
I smirked. “Good,” I said. “Come with me.”
Molly followed me into the bedroom. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately, rubbing my hands up and down her back. Molly purred into my mouth. She slid her tongue between my lips and gently nibbled on my lower lip, obviously craving as much of me as she could have at once. I slid my hands down to her ass and squeezed, loving how the cheeks jiggled in my hands. Molly moaned with pleasure. She arched her back and pressed her tits against me, filling me with hot lust.
“Take your clothes off,” I whispered, breaking the kiss. “And keep your eyes locked with mine the whole time.”
Molly shivered. Her cheeks flushed bright pink as she took her dress off, then her panties and her bra. I stared at her naked body, thinking of all the delicious and sordid things I had yet to explore with Molly.
I unbuttoned my shirt, then took it off followed by my pants. My cock bobbed free of my boxers as I yanked them down my legs and tossed them to the floor. Animalistic lust ripped through my body and I grinned.
Molly dropped to her knees.
“No,” I said softly. “On the bed.”
Molly looked confused for a moment but she obeyed, lying on her back and spreading her legs. Her inner thighs were glistening and wet with the juice from her pussy, and I took a deep breath, savoring the musky aroma. I crawled on top of her body with my knees between her spread thighs. Reaching into the nightstand, I pulled a bottle of lube free and poured some onto my fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up.
“I want you to rub your clit, just like you did when we were on the phone,” I growled. “And I’m going to play with your little asshole until you’re ready for me to take your anal virginity.”
Molly blushed scarlet red. She licked her lips and nodded, closing her eyes and lowering her hand to her crotch. I almost came right there at the sight of her chubby fingers massaging her clit. Molly moaned and arched her back, obviously enjoying her own ministrations. She gasped and bucked with pleasure.
“Spread your legs more,” I said. “As far as you can.”
Molly obeyed.
“Actually, forget that,” I said. “I want you to get on all fours, facing the wall. Keep rubbing your clit and spread your legs.”
Molly bit her lip as she rolled onto her knees. Her pussy looked delicious as she rubbed her clit. Juice leaked from her slit and I leaned in close to smell her delicious fragrance. My cock was pulsing with lust as I gently touched her puckering asshole.
“Relax,” I growled. “Relax, you’re going to enjoy this, I promise.”
Molly relaxed. When her little rosebud was less tense, I gently rubbed my thumb over it, pushing in. Molly gasped. My balls ached and I longed to thrust my cock deep inside, but I knew I had to make Molly as comfortable as possible.
“God,” Molly moaned. She pushed her ass towards me and I gently pushed my thumb inside, massaging the delicate tissue until I felt it relax.
“I want to fuck you,” I said. “And I want you to keep fingering yourself the whole time, do you understand?”
“Yes,” Molly said breathlessly. I was shaking with lust as I reached for the lube and coated my cock until it was glistening and slippery. Gently, I pushed the head of my cock against Molly’s asshole.
“Relax,” I growled.
Molly moaned with pleasure as I slid inside of her. She was so tight and hot that I could hardly breathe. It felt so incredibly good that I groaned. Steadying myself against Molly’s hips, I began to rock and thrust.
Molly whimpered and moaned beneath me, but I could tell she was enjoying it. Her whole body was relaxed and she was moaning and shrieking, tossing her hair and shoving her ass against me.
“God,” I grunted. “Your ass feels so fucking incredible, baby, I love it.”
“I love your cock in my ass,” Molly moaned loudly. She shivered and arched her back. “Fuck my ass, Alex!”
I felt my orgasm hit me like a semi truck. My balls shuddered and twitched and my cock gushed cum inside of Molly’s ass, filling her with my seed. My explosion set Molly off and she was shaking and screaming, frantically rubbing her clit. The room was filled with a dense, loamy odor and I was shaking as I pulled my cock out of Molly’s ass.
Molly grinned as she flopped down on the bed, sweaty and exhausted. “I love you, Alex,” she said softly.
I leaned down and kissed her. “I love you,” I said. I winked as I flopped down and pulled her sweaty frame into my arms. “And for right now, I’d say your education is complete.”
Molly’s eyes went wide. “Really?”
I smirked. “Well, level one, anyway,” I said, growling. “But you passed with flying colors.”
Molly flushed. She snuggled closer, and I closed my eyes.
I’d never been so happy in my entire life.
Epilogue
Molly – One Year Later
“I really like what you’ve done with the place,” I said, glancing around. “It looks really fantastic, Becks.”
Rebecca beamed. “I like it,” she said. She shrugged. “Alice does, too.”
I smiled. “I’m so glad you guys are together,” I said. “She’s a really nice girl
.”
Rebecca nodded. “She is,” she said. She bit her lip and leaned back. “Molly, listen…about last year, I’m so sorry I acted like that.” She shook her head and sighed. “I can’t believe I went full nuclear insane on you that day, and I’m sorry I was such a jealous witch when it came to you and Alex.”
I waved my hand through the air. “Hey, no worries,” I said. “It all worked out, didn’t it?”
Rebecca nodded again. “Yeah,” she said softly. “It did.”
Things had been rocky for a long time with my best friend. We didn’t talk for months after the bad incident the year before, when Rebecca had kissed and threatened me. During that time, Alex had been my rock. He’d been there whenever, wherever I needed him. We’d fallen more deeply in love than ever before…not to mention, continued my “education.”
When classes had started up again, Rebecca and I had three sections together. That was when I’d realized that if I wanted her back in my life, we were going to have to make up. I was nervous as heck the day I walked over to her and asked her for coffee, just to talk. Rebecca had accepted, and we’d gone to the same coffee shop where I’d gone on my ill-fitted date with Dan. We’d talked (and cried) and Rebecca had apologized for everything, although I knew she still felt guilty. She still brought it up sometimes.
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