The Perfect Holiday

Rebecca nodded. “That was exactly what I was thinking,” she said.

“Well, thanks,” I said, leaning back against my chair. I sighed. “I can’t believe it, but I do really feel different,” I said.

Rebecca nodded again. “Yeah, I felt that way, too. Like I had a secret, or something.”

“It was different for you,” I said. “We were younger, I mean, most people were still virgins then.”

Rebecca laughed. “Oh, Molly,” she said. “I don’t know about that. Most of the people I know lost their virginity in high school.”

“Gosh, that feels like such a long time ago,” I said. “Can you believe we only graduated four years ago?”

“No,” Rebecca said. She wrinkled her nose. “That makes me feel old.”

“Me, too.”

We lapsed into a comfortable silence and again, Alex drifted into my mind. Had he been serious when he said “next time”? Or was that just something he said to all the women he fucked? I blushed when I remembered his comment about my butt. I’d never even thought about having anal sex before, it had always seemed so dirty and weird!

But I couldn’t lie – a part of me was intrigued at the thought of doing anything else with Alex…no matter how weird or strange it was.

Chapter Nine

Alex

After popping Molly’s cherry, I had a triumphant grin that I couldn’t wipe off my face for close to a week. People noticed. The guys at the firehouse started giving me shit, teasing me, telling me that I was obviously in love. But that wasn’t it at all.

I couldn’t explain it, but sex with Molly had felt different. I’d fucked a few fat girls in my day, but she’d been spectacular. As soon as her clothes were off, there was no self-consciousness. She opened up like a flower to me, and I’d loved every single fucking second of it.

Most women weren’t like Molly. They were coy, they liked to play games. I’d fucked women who pretended to enjoy it, just because they wanted me to think they were some kind of porn star. And to be honest, while I’d thought that was pretty goddamn sexy at first, it got old after a while. I kept telling the girls I fucked to relax, to calm down, to just enjoy it. But it was like they didn’t even hear me.

Rob told me that it was because I was intimidating. He’d said that they only did that so I’d like them more. But I knew that was incredibly stupid – if they wanted me to like them more, why not just relax and enjoy sex like a normal person?

I was convinced that I’d never understand women.

For once, I was dying to know what was inside Molly’s head. After I’d left, what had she done? Laughed? Cried? Told my sister everything?

Oh, god. I hadn’t even thought about what Rebecca would say. A smirk crept onto my lips as I imagined it – she’d probably greet me next time with a punch to the nose. Or would she be jealous that I’d fucked Molly and she’d never gotten the chance? While Rebecca had never admitted it, I’d always sworn that she was a dyke. She was just that kind of girl – the kind of girl who turns your balls to ice when she walks by. Rob said that was just because she was my sister, but I wasn’t entirely sure. I didn’t think it was normal for two girls to be as close as Rebecca and Molly were.

Maybe they’re just shy, I thought charitably as I left the firehouse and set out for home. I’d just finished a fourteen-hour shift and I was exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to go home and flop into my bed, face-first into the pillows.

I’d like to flop face-first into Molly’s pussy, I thought with a smirk. She still had so much to learn. If I ever got the chance to fuck her again, I was going to broaden her horizons with a little pussy-eating, maybe even a finger up that tight asshole of hers.

God damn, just thinking about her was making me hard.

I slowed to a stop outside of my apartment building before climbing out of my car and checking the mail. There was a girl there, trying to fit her key into one of the small, silver boxes. She was hot – tall, tanned, blonde, with long lean legs and a great perky chest.

When she saw me, she looked guilty and flushed. My cock twitched – something about seeing a girl blush that always makes me hard.

“You probably think I’m trying to break in and read someone’s mail,” she said, biting her pink lip. Before I could answer, she continued: “But I swear, I’m not. I just moved here, and I think they gave me the wrong key. It doesn’t even work!”

I snickered. “I had the same thought, trust me,” I said smoothly, stepping forward. “I’m Alex, by the way. What’s your name?”

“Hannah.”

“Nice to meet you.” I flashed her a wolfish smile and gestured toward her keys. I smirked at the sight of a Delta Delta Delta keychain. “May I?”

Hannah nodded. “Good luck,” she said. “I’ve been trying for over ten minutes. I can’t imagine what’s in there!”

I snickered. “We can find out together,” I said smoothly. To my delight, the key slid smoothly into the lock and I turned it with the flick of a wrist.