The Perfect Gift

Rob squinted. “Are you coming down with a terminal case of Becoming a Pussy?”

I glared at him. “Dude, cut the shit. Why are you so butthurt that I don’t want to go out and find a couple of skanks to screw?”

“Because you used to love going out and finding a couple of chicks to screw,” Rob said. He frowned. “I just don’t know what’s gotten into you, man. You’re a different dude now.”

I sighed. “I told you, I think I’m getting sick. And besides, I’m pretty occupied at the moment.” I smirked, thinking of Molly’s pussy dripping juice all over my cock. “This girl, man, she’s something else. She’s like the hottest girl I’ve ever fucked. She really lets go.”

Rob whistled. “Sounds nice if you can get it,” he said. He smirked at me. “So really, you’re just coming down with a case of obsession?”

I frowned. Obsession. It was a word that I’d used privately, in my own mind, when thinking about Molly. But coming from someone else?

“No,” I said, shaking my head and tossing my empty beer can into the trash. “I’m just tired, man. That’s all.”

“Liar,” Rob said. But he wasn’t angry anymore – there was something strange in his voice.

Jealousy.

Chapter Fourteen

Molly

After the fight with Rebecca, we didn’t speak for a few days. I was depressed – we hadn’t fought like that since high school, at least not that I could remember. And even before, it had been bad…but this was worse, much worse.

I knew that I should apologize just to break the ice, but whenever I thought about doing it, I got angry. Why should I have to apologize, when I didn’t do anything wrong? She was the one getting her knickers in a twist just because I had the hots for her brother. And besides, if she was really an observant friend, she would’ve caught wind of that years ago. It’s not like my crazy obsession with Alex Travers is anything new.

Days went by and I didn’t apologize. We didn’t see much of each other – it was the first time I’d really felt relieved that we didn’t share any classes in our program. I hung out with Dan on campus as late as I could without missing the bus home. One night, we ordered pizza to campus and sat up in the loft of the student union, watching old movies from the fifties on the projection screen. Dan was becoming a good friend of mine.

“So, how are things with McDreamy?” Dan asked, winking at me.

I rolled my eyes. Alex had texted me a couple of times – of them to say that he wished he was buried inside my tight pussy. But I hadn’t responded. I knew it was bad – he was chasing me, why was I ignoring him? I hadn’t answered because a secret small part of me was just paranoid that Rebecca was wreaking havoc on my life for no reason. What if she’d somehow hacked into Alex’s phone and she was using that to mess with me? It was totally crazy and paranoid, and yet I couldn’t shake the thought from my mind.

“He’s texted me a couple of times,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual. “I don’t really know what that means.”

Dan laughed. “It means he texted you,” he said. “Trust me, honey, I’d read into it if I wanted to disappoint you. But it just means…he likes talking to you, or he wants you to think of him.”

I swallowed hard and reached for my fourth slice of pizza. Ever since I’d started sleeping with Alex, I felt hungrier than I’d ever felt in my entire life. “Well, that’s funny, because I can’t stop thinking about him even when I want to,” I said, chewing thoughtfully. “I dream about him every night and every day. I got a C on that stupid quiz last week because I kept going off to la la land and thinking about Alex.”

“Oh, honey, you’re a goner,” Dan said. “You can’t keep that up. You should try to find another distraction.”

I frowned. “Like what?” I nibbled delicately my crust. “Like knitting? I already knit,” I said. “And I hate crocheting.”

Dan gave me a look. “Are you real?” He laughed. “A twenty-two-year-old virgin who knits! That’s rich,” he said.

I glared. “Hey,” I said. “I’m not a virgin anymore. And you know that.”

“I’m teasing,” Dan said. “But no, Molly, I didn’t mean knitting.” He leaned in close. “I meant fucking.”

“I’m already doing that,” I said. I blushed hotly. “And I don’t want to stop, if that’s what you think.”

“I didn’t mean with Alex,” Dan said dryly. “I meant with someone new. You need to diversify, Molly. Branch out and find a backup guy. Find someone who likes you a lot more than you like them, and that way you’ll be set. A woman today needs to have options,” he said.

“I don’t think I could do that,” I said. “Isn’t that like…cheating on Alex?”

“Don’t be naïve, Molly,” Dan said. “He might be sleeping with other women. Unless you’ve talked about being in a relationship, you should always assume the other person is sleeping around.”

My jaw dropped. “You’re kidding,” I said. “People don’t do that!”

“What did I say about being naïve?”