The Perfect Gift

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.

Molly didn’t answer with words, only a whimper. She arched her back and her enormous tits pushed against my chest, driving me wild.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I whispered in her ear, trailing my fingernail down Molly’s exposed neck. She was breathing hard and a warm, musky scent filled my nostrils – the scent of her pussy juice, waiting for me to lap it up like a hungry dog.

“Mn,” Molly whimpered.

“And you’re going to like it,” I added.

For a second, we lay tangled like lovers. Then, with a breathtaking amount of restraint, I climbed off the bed, walked out of Molly’s room, and sauntered down the hall.

“Hey, Rebecca,” I called. “Forget about the pasta. Rob, let’s go.”

Rob glanced up. “Why? I’m having fun,” he said, gesturing towards a basketball game on television.

“Well, fuck that,” I said. “We’re leaving.”

As Rob and I let ourselves out of Rebecca’s apartment, I couldn’t stop thinking about Molly and the sweet, sweet scent of her cunt.

Chapter Six

Molly

After Alex left, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. My pulse was racing and my whole body was trembling for want of his touch. I never would have expected him to kiss me…not in a million years! And not only had he kissed me…

He’d held me down in my bed and told me he wanted to fuck me.

“Molly!” Rebecca called. “They just left! It’s okay, you can come out now!”

I swallowed nervously. I was afraid to open my mouth, to let the ghost of Alex’s kisses escape.

“Okay!” I called back. “Thanks! I’ll be out in a minute!”

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and forced myself to sit up. My head was still spinning and goose bumps broke out over my body as I wrapped my arms around myself and hugged tightly.

Alex had told me he’d wanted to sleep with me.

But why?

Why would he want someone like me? Heck, why would he actually want me? Did he have a secret fat girl fetish? Was it some kind of elaborate stunt, like a joke?

Or did he just get off on seeing me squirm?

I didn’t understand any of it. The whole time I’d known Alex – practically half my life – he’d always had gorgeous girls hanging off at least one of his arms. They weren’t even normally beautiful girls – they were like supermodels. I remember there was one time where I could’ve sworn that he was walking around with pre-meltdown Britney Spears hanging off of his arm.