Hannah leaned closer and I smelled a sweet, girlish waft of perfume. She stroked a finger down the side of my arm, batting her mascara-coated lashes.
“I think it’s really sexy that you put yourself in danger like that,” Hannah purred. “Most guys are such wimps, it’s like they don’t even like going to the doctor!”
I laughed. “I do hate the dentist,” I said. “Fucker never uses enough painkillers.”
“Oh,” Hannah said in a pouty voice. “Poor little Alex,” she added, leaning closer. She was so close I could have licked the tip of her nose. “I bet I could make you feel good,” she added throatily.
I didn’t reply. Hannah closed her eyes and kissed me, puckering her lips to mine. She licked my lips with the tip of her tongue and moaned when I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. It felt pleasant, but nothing inside of me was raging, nothing was aching.
Hannah took the beer from my hands without breaking the kiss and set it down on the ground. She lowered herself onto my lap, spreading her legs around my waist and pushing her hot crotch against my lower abdomen. My cock stirred, but nothing more.
After a second, Hannah pulled away. She made a face. “What’s wrong?”
I stared at her. Her tiny chest was heaving and her face was flushed with arousal and confusion. I pushed her off of my lap. Hannah tumbled down to the floor, showing a glimpse of her perfectly-shaved pussy. For once, I felt absolutely nothing.
“Nothing,” I said. “I just remembered, I’m busy tonight. Sorry.”
Hannah narrowed her eyes. “Fuck you,” she said. “You’re a real jerk, you know that?”
I shrugged. “Ain’t gonna deny it,” I said, getting to my feet. “Thanks for the beer.”
The last thing I saw before letting myself out of Hannah’s apartment was her fuming, indignant face. I smirked as I walked back to my own apartment and closed the door, thankful that I hadn’t given her my exact address. I knew I should feel guilty and stupid – I’d just thrown away a perfectly good opportunity to fuck a gorgeous woman.
But it had been too easy. She’d thrown herself at me – she’d arrogantly assumed that I was going to fuck her right away, even without dinner first. I didn’t get it. Back when I was younger, I would’ve drooled over girls like Hannah and begged them for a taste of sweet, sweet snatch.
But now, I couldn’t deny that something had changed. What was wrong with me? Was I broken? Had fucking a shy, fat virgin ruined me?
Either way, I didn’t like it.
Not one fucking bit.
Chapter Ten
Molly
After my talk with Rebecca, I was more confused than ever. A week went by with no surprise visits from Alex, or even mentions of his name. Of course, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I dreamed about him every night. His fingers, his tongue – everything he’d done to make me feel so incredibly good. I wanted to do everything with him. I blushed and squirmed, thinking about how his mouth and tongue would feel on my pussy, swirling around my clit until I was gasping with pleasure. He’d had a little stubble – after he’d left, I’d noticed my chin was red and bumpy and swollen. Thinking about my pussy lips feeling the same way made me feel unbelievably sexy and grown-up.
Rebecca was right. I did feel different. Just being out and about in the world made me look at things in new ways. Before, I’d assumed that only married or engaged people had sex. But now, whenever I saw a couple together, I imagined them sleeping together. I wondered if they had good sex, or bad sex, or really kinky sex with handcuffs and spanking. Did they lick whipped cream off each other’s bodies? Did they blindfold each other?
I wanted to know. Alex had opened up a wild door for me, and I couldn’t wait to explore as much of it as possible.
Another week passed. Then, just when I was starting to think that I’d never hear from him again, Rebecca came home with a message.
“I was just at my parents’ house,” Rebecca said, rolling her eyes. “Alex pulled me aside and told you to call him, here’s his number?”
I blushed and frowned as confusion and excitement welled up inside of my chest. “But he’s a guy. He’s supposed to call me, Becks. Girls don’t call boys.”
Rebecca rolled her eyes again. “Remember what I said before? You need to be more modern, Molly.”
“Modern Molly,” I said, laughing. “That’s a good one.”
Rebecca bit her lip. “He seemed…excited,” she said. “I don’t know what’s going on, I’ve never really seen him like this before, Mol.” She passed me a slip of paper and I looked down, hoping to see a doodle of a heart or even my name. But all that was there was a phone number, hastily scrawled in black ink.
“Thanks for this,” I said, slipping it into my pocket. “I’m going to go call him now.”
Rebecca laughed. “You’re so horny,” she said. She wrinkled her nose. “And god, it’s so weird to think that you’re horny for my brother!”
I blushed hotly. “Enough,” I said. “Thanks again for passing this over.”