Molly’s eyes went wide and her mouth formed a small ‘o.’
“What?” I asked. “I’m your friend too, right?”
“She’s not your friend!” Rebecca yelled.
I stepped closer, close enough for my hand to brush against Molly’s bare, plump thigh. Up close, she smelled like strawberries and vanilla and my cock started to throb in my pants.
“Well?” I asked softly. “Are you?”
“I don’t know,” Molly said. She bit her lip.
“Tell me about your date,” I said. Suddenly, I was dying to know. I wanted to know if Molly had been fucked so hard she couldn’t walk away. I wanted to know if she’d moaned and sweated and called a male name loudly into the air.
“He was gay.”
My eyebrows shot up. “What?”
“You heard me,” Molly said warily. She took a step back and I looked over her short frame into her room. It was girlish – lots of pastel pink and tulle everywhere – and I could smell a sweet, musky scent coming from the bed. It made me want to lie down and hump the mattress until my cock was bloody.
“So, he was gay and he still asked you out? What happened there?”
Molly flushed. She gnawed on her lip with creamy white teeth and I was tempted to tangle my hand in her hair and pull her close, kiss until she began to moan.
“I asked him out,” she said in a voice so quiet I could barely hear her.
“My sister’s making pasta,” I said. “Come out of your room, have a beer with me and you can meet my friend Rob.”
Molly bit her lip again. The temptation to grab her and pull her close was stronger than ever before but I ignored it, willing my cock to go flaccid so Molly wouldn’t see.
“Come on,” I said. “A little spaghetti to soothe the pain of your homosexual date?”
Molly burst out laughing, then gave me a guilty look. “I shouldn’t have laughed at that,” she said, shaking her head and letting her brown curls fall over her shoulders. “But I was so surprised.”
I got the impression that Molly wasn’t used to being candid with anyone except for Rebecca.
“Well, tell me about it,” I cajoled. “Come on, over a snack.”
Molly sighed. She closed her eyes and a deep crease appeared in her forehead. Against my better judgment, I stepped forward, wrapped my arm around her thick waist, and crushed her to my body. Molly barely had time to cry out before I pressed my lips to hers, tasting that strawberry and vanilla, tasting her secret self.
Molly wilted in my arms. She threw her wrists around my neck and swooned. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and Molly moaned.
She’s never been kissed, I realized. This is her first time.
The kiss was sloppy, but intoxicating – like strawberry wine, or peaches and cream. Sliding my hands down Molly’s back, I cupped her ass and squeezed the skin in my hands, kneading her cheeks through the thin shorts until she was squirming and whimpering into my mouth.
Yeah, I thought. Yeah, girl, you like that? There’s a whole lot more for you.
“Mmmm,” Molly purred. She broke away, her lip glistening with saliva. Her pale cheeks were bright red and she was breathing hard. My cock twitched stiffly in my pants and I suppressed a groan. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and right into bed, but I restrained myself. Molly slowly pulled away. Her eyes flicked over me like that of a nervous doe’s.
“What was that?” Molly asked. “Why did you kiss me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“I wanted to,” I said with a shrug. “Was it okay?”
Molly squirmed. Her flush deepened to a crimson red and she bit her lip, licking away the taste of me.
Stepping close, I took Molly’s wrists and pushed her backwards. She cried out in surprise as she fell on her bed. In second, I climbed on top of her and pinned her down.
“You’re a virgin,” I growled in Molly’s ear. Gently nipping and sucking at her earlobe, I traced my tongue around the hot spiral of flesh.