The Perfect Holiday

“I would never,” Rebecca said. She mimed drawing a zipper across her lips. “I swear.”

I nodded. “Well, that’s good at least,” I said glumly. The beer had temporarily uplifted my spirits but now I just felt worse than ever – bloated and confused and weird.

“And please don’t be mad at me,” Rebecca said. “I swear, Molly, I’d never say anything like that…I just, I don’t know. I guess I thought you had a crush on him.”

My eyebrows flew up. How could she know? I was always so ca

reful!”

“I know, I know, it’s silly and I was projecting,” Rebecca continued. “Still friends?”

I nodded, feeling disarmed. My heart was pounding like a drum but I took a deep breath and tried to move past the alarming sensation.

“Of course,” I said. “Always friends.”

Chapter Seven

Alex

I couldn’t get Molly out of my head. Her brown curls, her delicious strawberry-vanilla scent, and most of all, the way she’d turned limp in my arms, clearly overcome with desire.

The next three days were hellish at work. The boys and I were racing all over town to put out insane fires. We had two cases of arson in one week, and I was exhausted by the time I finally got a day off.

“Hey, man,” Rob said. “Let’s go out in the city.” He smirked. “Maybe hit the Penthouse club and meet some chicks.”

“Tempting,” I said. “But nah, I think I have some kind of family shit.”

Rob laughed. “You and your fuckin’ family,” he said. “You guys are like, way too close. That’s not normal, you know?”

I punched him in the shoulder and rolled my eyes. Rob rubbed his shoulder and glared, but after a minute he joined in laughing.

“See ya later,” I said. After taking a quick shower in the dorm of the firehouse, I slicked my hair back and got in my Mustang. My cock was already hard and I laughed. It’s like a goddamned weathervane, pointing me to Molly, I thought, snickering at my own sick sense of humor. I’m gonna give her a night she won’t ever forget.

For a moment, I wondered if I should bring some wine or whatever – Mom always said it was never nice to show up empty-handed. Then I remembered my raging boner and smirked. Molly was going to get a present, all right. Nine inches of Alex.

That was much better than some shitty gas station wine, anyway.

When I pulled up in front of my sister’s apartment, I checked my breath and climbed out of the car.

I knocked on the door and waited eagerly for the sound of Molly’s heavy footsteps. A few seconds later, the door swung open. When Molly saw me, her cheeks turned pink and she gasped, covering her mouth with a pudgy hand.

“Oh my gosh,” Molly said. “What are you doing here?” Her eyes darted nervously behind me. “Is something wrong with Rebecca?”

“Oh, she’s not home?”

“No.” Molly frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I flashed her my most charming smile. As usual, it didn’t disappoint. Molly’s frown melted into a beautiful smile.

“Um, okay,” Molly said nervously.

“May I come in?”

Molly flushed again. “Oh my gosh, yeah! I’m so sorry,” she said. I watched as she swallowed and a hot bolt of lust raced through my body at the thought of Molly swallowing my cum.

I raised an eyebrow as Molly stepped back to let me inside. “Not used to many visitors?”

Molly shook her head. “Not really,” she said. “And I usually stay in my room when I’m home, anyway.”