In the safe barricade of my room, I dialed my phone with a shaking finger. It rang three times before someone picked up and for a moment before I heard a voice, I had a horrible thought. What if this isn’t Alex’s number at all? What if it’s like, a pizza place? Or worse, that s
tupid rejection hotline?!
“Hey, is this Molly?”
I bit my lip as relief washed over me in a cool wave. “Yes,” I said. “Rebecca just got home. She gave me your number.”
“I know. I told her to.”
“Um, okay.” I bit my lip and blushed. Gosh, why can’t I stop being so awkward around him , I wondered angrily. I hate it! He probably thinks I’m a dumb moron!
To my relief, Alex laughed. “Molly, you know where I live right?”
I shook my head, forgetting he wasn’t there to see me do it.
“Molly?”
“Oh, no, I don’t.”
“I’m in the complex on the outskirts of Rolling Hills,” he said. “The one by the fire station.”
“Oh, that makes sense.”
“Yeah,” Alex said. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was smirking. “So, you wanna come over?”
“What?”
“I’m asking you over,” Alex said. His tone was darker – almost a growl.
"Why?"
“Don’t be stupid, Molly,” Alex said. He laughed. “I’m going to teach you something new, wouldn’t you like that?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“So, come over. Now.”
Alex hung up before I had a chance to reply. As quickly as I could, I hopped in the shower and washed my pussy very thoroughly. I didn’t put on any perfume or makeup, but instead pulled on casual cotton sundress. After a moment, I decide to leave the house without panties, too. I somehow had a feeling Alex would appreciate that.
I’d never been as nervous as I was as I rode the bus across town. It seemed to take forever – the driver was going so slowly that my ears were filled with the jarring sound of car horns blaring and honking loudly. I was sweating, too, and I had a bad feeling that as soon as I got to Alex’s, I was going to look like a greasy mess.
Alex lived on the top floor of a four-story building. By the time I got to the top, my chest was heaving. I stood nervously on the other side of his door, wondering whether I should knock or just go in. Thankfully, before I had to make a decision, the door swung open.
Alex stood there, clad only in a towel. He smirked when he saw me.
“You took too long,” Alex said. He reached for my hand and pulled me inside the comfort of his cool, air-conditioned apartment. The door wasn’t even closed by the time his mouth was on mine, kissing me hotly until I felt like I would melt in his arms.
“Molly,” Alex purred into my ear. “Come with me.”
I swallowed nervously as I followed Alex down the hall and into his bedroom. I was surprised to see that it was immaculately clean. Everything was very masculine – shades of grey and black and cream – and the bed was so perfectly made that it looked crisp.
Alex took off his towel, grinning when I glanced down to his cock. He was already erect, and I shivered. The first time I’d seen him naked, I’d worried that his cock wouldn’t fit inside of my pussy. But it fit just fine , I thought nervously. Perfectly, almost .
“Take off your dress,” Alex said. He raised an eyebrow. “I want to see you. I want to look at you.”
I was blushing so hard that I could barely keep my eyes open as I pulled my sundress over my head. My nipples were stiff and my clit was hard – already, my thighs were damp and slippery with my own juices. Alex stepped closer and licked his lips.
“Oh, Molly,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re perfect.”