Rescue Me

by Mia Ford

  “Oh my god,” I whimpered. Alex took one hand from my waist and I gasped when I felt his fingers stroking my butt cheeks. He parted my globes and dipped his fingers inside, gently rubbing them against my tight, puckered hole.

  “I want you to finger your clit,” Alex whispered in my ear. “Can you do that for me.”

  I nodded shakily and took one hand away from the wall, sliding it down my body until I found my clit. I’d never masturbated in the past – at least, not to orgasm. I always felt ashamed and stopped before it happened. But this was different – this was sex, and I wanted to please Alex. Whatever he told me to do, I’d do it. I found my hard little nub and started rubbing my finger across it, moaning loudly as my pleasure ramped up.

  Alex groaned and grunted as he slammed against me. His finger at my butt grew more insistent and I moaned as I felt the tip of his finger slide inside and disappear inside my most secret place. Moaning loudly, I bit my lip as my orgasm crested over my head like a tidal wave.

  “Oh my god,” I shrieked, tossing my sweaty hair as my orgasm broke inside of me. It was so intense that tears filled my eyes. Between Alex’s finger in my butt, his cock in my pussy, and my own self-pleasuring, it was easily the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. My lungs ached and suddenly I realized I’d been holding my breath. Gasping for air, I took my hand away from my clit and steadied myself against the wall.

  “Molly, baby, I’m gonna come,” Alex groaned. He thrust inside of me deeper than ever before and stopped for a second. Then I felt his cock start to twitch and pulse as he gushed cum deep inside of my waiting pussy.

  For a moment, we stayed locked together. Then Alex slid out and I exhaled shakily, wiping my hand on my thigh and pulling my dress down. When I turned from the wall to face Alex, I saw he was red-faced and sweaty, but grinning.

  “Wow,” I said softly.

  Alex whistled as he pulled up his boxers and pants. Then he walked over to the sink and washed his hands. “Not that I don’t love the smell of your ass,” he said with a smirk.

  I blushed hotly, then took his place at the sink and did the same.

  “That was bad,” I said, blushing even deeper. I picked up my torn underwear from the floor and threw them away. “What I am supposed to do about that,” I said, giggling. “I didn’t bring a spare pair!”

  Alex smirked. “Good,” he said. “I like thinking about you sitting across from me with your pussy exposed. Open your legs under the table and I’ll drop my fork.”

  “Eek!” I gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

  Alex grinned as he straightened his clothes. “You should wash your face,” he said. “You look pretty red. See you at the table, Molly.” Then he unlocked the bathroom door and sauntered out, whistling as he walked.

  I bent over the sink and splashed cool water over my face, enjoying the soothing sensation. That was so bad , I thought. It was the first time I’d done anything even remotely like that – it made Alex fingering me at the bar seem like elementary school antics. After I dried my face with a coarse paper towel, I headed back to the table with a big grin smeared across my face.

  “Where’s Rebecca?” I asked as I sat down. “Did she get up to use the bathroom?”

  Rob snickered. “From what I hear, at least one of them was pretty occupied,” he said, snorting.

  I blushed and looked down. “Really, it’s not like her,” I said, pulling my phone from my bag and checking it for a text or call. There wasn’t anything but a message from Dan, begging me to tell him how the double date went. I rolled my eyes and stuffed my phone back in my bag.

  “Well, even if she left, no reason why I shouldn’t enjoy a nice meal with you two,” Alex said, picking up a menu and yawning. “God, I’m starving. I really worked up an appetite today.”

  My blush deepened to a crimson red and I picked up a menu, scanning it for anything that looked good. I almost gasped when I saw the prices – I’d had no idea this place was so expensive. The cheapest option was still twenty dollars, and it was only plain pasta with vegetables. I felt guilty over Rebecca – I knew I should get up and look for her. But the more I looked at the menu, the more I realized I was completely starving.

  The waiter came to the table and raised an eyebrow at the sight of us. “Ready to order?”

  Alex grinned. “Sure,” he said. “Molly, go ahead.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Molly

  “This was incredible,” I said, sopping up the last of the sauce from my veal parmesan with a piece of bread. “I can’t remember the last time I had Italian food that was this good.”

  Alex nodded. “They do it well,” he said. He cocked his head to the side. “Where the hell did my sister go?”

  I shrugged. “I was hoping she’d come back at some point, but maybe she just left and went home,” I said. Guilt stabbed me in the chest – deep down, I was pretty sure she’d left. I felt terrible. She’d told me not to leave her alone with Rob, but we hadn’t been gone for that long. What the hell had happened between them?

  “Rob, did Rebecca say…I don’t know, anything,” I asked, biting my lip. “Like, did she say she was tired or anything?”

  Rob shrugged. “I don’t know, I wasn’t really paying attention,” he said. He eyed me closely for what felt like the first time. “She’s an interesting girl, Molly.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “I know, we’ve been best friends for a really long time.”

  The waiter came back to ask if anyone wanted dessert. Truthfully, nothing sounded better than a plate full of overstuffed cannoli, but I knew I couldn’t stay any longer. When I declined, Alex picked up the check and soon, we were out in the parking lot. I tilted my head back to look at the stars – sometimes, on clear nights, I could actually see them despite being so close to the city.

  “So, you wanna come back to my place?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “I noticed you didn’t have any dessert, but I think I’ve got some ice cream or cookies or something.”

  My stomach rumbled and we both laughed.

  “I want to,” I said, my voice full of obvious longing. My pussy was still wet and throbbing from the fucking Alex had given me back at La Casa Pasta, but I also felt guilty. “But I really should go home. I’m kind of worried about Rebecca.”

  Alex snorted. “She’s a big girl, she can take care of herself. Come on, it’s early.” He raised an eyebrow. “We can…I don’t know, watch a movie or something.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “You really want me to come home with you?”

  “No, I’m fucking with you,” Alex said sarcastically. “Yes! I want you to come home with me,” he added. “Molly, come on.”

  “And…you want me to sleep there?” I asked skeptically. “I thought you didn’t do that, Alex. I thought you didn’t ask girls to spend the night.”

  Alex was silent for a long moment. He shrugged. “I don’t, normally,” he said. “But it might not be that bad.”

  I frowned. Somehow, it wasn’t the answer I’d wanted to hear, even if it was the most likely option.

  “What?” Alex asked. “Why are you being so quiet?”

  I shrugged, feeling helpless. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”

  “Well, stop, just come over, okay?”

  “Alex, I really can’t,” I said, whining a little bit. “Rebecca’s probably really mad at me. She didn’t even want me to leave the table and go to the bathroom with you.”

  “Well, fuck her, I don’t care,” Alex said. He shook his head. “You girls, I don’t fucking get it. Why are you all so goddamn needy?”

  “What?” I squinted. “Look, you know how she is,” I said. “She’s kind of…high maintenance.”

  Alex sighed. “You know what, fine, I’ll take you home.” He looked at me and narrowed his eyes. “I just thought you would’ve jumped at the chance to spend more time with me, Molly.”

  “I would, normally,” I said. “Please, you have to believe me. But this is different – I’m r
eally worried about her. What did Rob say to her to make her leave?”

  “He probably didn’t say anything,” Alex said, clearly irritated. “Look, how do you feel about me, anyway?”

  I stared at him, my mouth hanging open.

  Alex steered the Mustang down my street and parked in front of my apartment. He kept the engine running, but he stared at me, his icy blue eyes filling me with nervous anxiety and confusion.

  Oh, I don’t know , I thought sarcastically. I have no idea! Just that I’ve loved you since I was in middle school, and I never in a million years thought you’d pay attention to me! And now, here we are – practically dating!

  I swallowed hard. There was no way I could tell Alex how I really felt. I couldn’t even come close – he’d never want to hear my adolescent ramblings about how sexy I’d always found him. And I didn’t want to ruin a good thing. I wasn’t sure how this would end, but part of me knew that someday, it would. And I just wanted to enjoy it, enjoy Alex, as long as I could without doing something stupid to mess it up. Because I always did – I was always dumb enough to fuck up whatever good thing was going on in my life.

  “I don’t want to talk about this,” I said, swallowing nervously. My eyes filled with tears. “Alex, please, don’t make me tell you.”

  Alex frowned. “Fine,” he said. “Bye, Molly.” He put his hands on the wheel and stared straight ahead, whistling under his breath.

  My heart sank. He’s not even going to try to convince me to stay , I thought sadly. He doesn’t give a crap about me!

  I pushed open the door and climbed out of Alex’s Mustang, my thighs still unpleasantly slippery. He pulled away from the curb almost immediately and I was sniffling and crying by the time I let myself inside.

  Rebecca narrowed her eyes when she saw me. “Molly, what the hell! Why did you disappear forever?”

  I gaped. “Me, disappear? Are you kidding? You’re the one who left the restaurant!”

  “Because I told you not to leave me alone with him,” Rebecca said, balling her hands into fists. “You’re crying. What happened?”

  I sniffled. “I don’t know. Alex…Alex told me he wanted to know how I feel about him, but there’s no way I could tell him! Not now! I don’t want to ruin this.”

  Rebecca eyed me for a long time. “Well, I don’t really know what to say, Molly. You have to be honest with him if you want this to work.”

  “No! It’s too scary,” I said, wiping my nose with my finger. “There’s no way I could ever tell him that I’m falling in love with him!”

  Rebecca sighed and closed her eyes. “Well, it’s your decision,” she said. “I’m going to bed. I’m exhausted.”

  As soon as she left the room, I burst into tears.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Alex

  I watched Molly’s zaftig figure waddle inside, then I slammed my first against the steering wheel.

  “God fucking damnit!” I yelled. “What the fucking fuck!”

  Obviously, there was no answer. And I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to hear – did I want Molly to come back outside and get in my car and tell me how she felt about me? Or did I want her to shut up and just keep fucking me and sucking me until I got sick of her? I had no fucking clue how relationships actually worked. I’d never wanted one before – hell, I still wasn’t sure if I wanted one now but I didn’t want to stop seeing Molly. She was like a drug, a deadly addictive, chemically perfect, amazing, insane drug.

  I barely slept that night. I tossed and turned in bed, alternately fantasizing about Molly and hating myself for not being able to articulate any of my thoughts to her. I was starting to realize that I had a pretty toxic attitude towards women. My whole life, I was used to getting what I wanted exactly when I wanted it. I’d slept with almost every woman I’d ever known, aside from my mother and Rebecca. And I’d always considered it a positive, but what if it hadn’t actually ever been a good thing? I mean, sure the sex had usually been great…or at least adequate. But I didn’t know how to talk to women because I didn’t see them as people – I only saw them as pussies, tits, and mouths.

  It’s my fault , I thought, just as the sky was beginning to lighten with the first streak of dawn. I need to learn how to talk to women, then I can talk to Molly .

  I didn’t even know how things were going to end with her, but I knew I didn’t want them to end right away. As soon as it was acceptable, I called and texted. She didn’t answer, and my message stayed on ‘delivered’ for hours.

  I can’t believe she’s fucking with me like this , I thought angrily as I paced around my apartment. I can’t believe this fat girl who’s never even had a boyfriend is manipulating me! She’s a natural! Part of me almost admired Molly – I knew most women wouldn’t have been able to resist me. But that was why I liked her. Molly wasn’t like any other girl that I’d ever met.

  Being with her was incredibly refreshing.

  By noon, I’d called her six times, left four voicemails, and sent ten text messages. She hadn’t responded to any of them. I tried calling Rebecca, to ask if she could put Molly on the phone. But she didn’t pick up, either.

  Finally, I got in my Mustang and drove over to my parents’ house. I didn’t normally visit without calling first, but I knew I was losing my mind. I had to talk to two of the only people who knew me in the world, or else I was really going to go crazy.

  Mom was gardening when I pulled up and parked my Mustang. When she saw me, she waved and smiled.

  “Hi, honey! Did I forget about something?”

  I forced a laugh. “No, Mom, it’s fine. I just wanted to drop by and see you and Dad for a while.”

  Mom nodded. She wiped her face with the back of her wrist, leaving a streak of dirt on her forehead. “It’s always nice to see you,” she said. “Can you stay for lunch?”

  I sighed. “I’m not really hungry, but I’ll sit with you guys,” I said. “How are things?”

  Mom shrugged. She put an arm around me and squeezed. She was short – she barely came up to my chest – but somehow, it was reassuring.

  “They’re okay, honey, you know. Just so worried about you!” Mom clucked her tongue. “I saw that case of arson last week, that must have been terrifying.

  “Nah, it was fine,” I said, lying through my teeth. “We’re tough guys, you know that.”

  “I know,” Mom said, looking into my eyes. Her face was creased with obvious concern. “I just want you to know how proud I am of you, honey.”

  I laughed. “God, don’t,” I said. “You know I can’t take compliments like that.”

  Mom led me inside and washed her hands while I sat at the kitchen table with a cold beer from the fridge.

  “It’s so nice to see you,” Mom said again. “What’s new in your life these days?” She raised an eyebrow and I saw the resemblance between her and Rebecca stronger than ever before. “Any girls?”

  I snorted. “One,” I said. “I’ve been seeing her for a couple of weeks.”

  “Oh, it would be so nice to see you settle down with a nice girl,” Mom said. “And grandchildren!”

  “Oh my god, gross, stop,” I said, waving my hand in front of my face. “You’re not going to have those for a long time.”

  Mom sighed. “Well, it’s just as well,” she said. “You know I only want the best for my son. So that girl better be pretty nice,” she added, narrowing her eyes. “Because I could never stand to see you end up with some trashy slut.”

  I rolled my eyes. I should’ve expected this conversation – Mom had been ragging me for dating “sluts” even since I was in junior high. Her standards were so high, at least, when it came to me. She didn’t seem to care much about the types of men Rebecca dated.

  "Don't worry,” I said. “Molly is a nice girl.” And she’s just slutty enough , I added silently. I couldn’t stop a wicked grin from spreading across my face.

  My mom narrowed her eyes and cocked her head to the side. “Not Molly Peters,” she said slowly. “
That fat girl who lives with Rebecca? Alex, really . You can do so much better!”

  I sighed. “I shouldn’t have said anything,” I replied, getting to my feet and stretching. “Thanks for the beer, Mom,” I said. “I should get going.”

  “Oh, Alex, don’t be like this,” Mom said. She frowned. “I just want the best for you, that’s all.”

  I shrugged. “I like her,” I said. “And you don’t have to worry about her, Mom. She’s a nice girl. She’d never even been on a date before I took her out.”