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nbsp; “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?”
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?”
“I don’t know. I’m confused.”
I sighed and cracked open my can, tilting my head back and pouring the beer down my throat. It settled my stomach. There was nothing like the taste of beer mingling with the leftover taste of pussy, it was a combination I’d always enjoyed.
“Well, I am, too,” I said. “But it’s okay. That’s why we’re talking now.”
Molly pursed her lips and sighed. “Alex…I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what’s happening to me. And I wish I did, but it’s like…” She trailed off, biting her lip in an adorable way that made me want to pull her close and kiss her.
“I don’t, either,” I said, taking another swig of beer and running a hand through my hair. “I really don’t, I’ve never felt this way before.”
Molly looked at me curiously. “What way?”
I sighed. “Just…” God, just say it!
“What?”
“I like you,” I said finally. “I like fucking you, I like spending time with you. I don’t usually feel this way about women…and I’ve never done this before, show someone everything.”
Molly nodded. She finally opened her beer and took a small sip, licking her lips like a kitten. “I like you, too,” she said. “But I’m scared. I know this isn’t going to last and I don’t want to get hurt.”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” I said. “I don’t really see this…whatever it is…ending any time soon. I want to be with you, Molly. I want you to be my girlfriend.”
“Your girlfriend?” Molly looked at me with wide eyes. “You’re kidding,” she said softly. “You can’t be serious, Alex. There’s no way.”
“Well, I am,” I said. I sighed. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders – finally, I’d manned up and acted like I had balls. Still, I couldn’t believe it. Deep down, I guess I’d known Molly had liked me.
So why had I been so afraid of telling her?
“This is new for me,” I said slowly, draining the last of my beer. “I never thought I wanted a relationship. I might not know how to be a good boyfriend.” I grinned and winked at Molly. “Hey, I’ve got it – you teach me how to be a boyfriend, and I’ll keep teaching you about sex.”