Molly whimpered and nodded. She was straining against my hand, clearly desperate for more pleasure.
Reaching for my jeans on the floor, I pulled a condom from my wallet and ripped it open with my teeth, sheathing my cock in latex.
Molly stretched and grunted as she pulled her panties down and spread her legs. Her pussy was pink and glistening under a patch of thick brown curls. I hadn’t seen pubes on a chick in what seemed like forever, but it wasn’t a turn off. Instead, I found myself attracted to her hidden pussy.
I crawled between Molly’s spread thighs and steadied myself with a hand on her hip. Thrusting my hips forward, the tip of my cock poked into her pussy.
“This might hurt a little bit,” I said. “It usually does, your first time.”
Molly whimpered and nodded again. I shot forward, tearing through her hymen and burying my cock inside of her perfectly tight pussy. She wailed in pain and dug her fingernails into my back, but I stayed in place and after a few seconds, Molly began rocking underneath of me. She spread her legs even wider and tried to rub herself against me, obviously wanting more clit stimulation.
“You’re a little slut,” I growled approvingly. Sliding a hand between our bodies, I fondled her hard clit until Molly moaned with pleasure.
Then I began fucking her in earnest. Sliding in and out of her pussy, ecstasy filled my body. Somehow, it was even better than I’d imagined. I’d always known Molly would be a good fuck, but she was letting go in a way I’d never seen.
“God,” I groaned, slamming my body against Molly. She whimpered as she stretched up, puckering her wet lips for a kiss. Bending down, I slid my tongue into her mouth and sucked on her lower lip while I fucked her.
Molly moaned loudly. I began rubbing her clit harder and soon she was shaking and quivering underneath of me, screaming with pleasure. I felt her pussy clamp tight around my cock as the orgasm ripped through Molly’s body. She thrashed and bucked on the bed, holding me tightly inside of her as she came over and over again.
I pulled my hand free from her body and locked eyes with Molly, licking her sweet juices off my fingers. Then I offered my hand to her.
“It would be really sexy if you licked your pussy juices off my fingers,” I said, pushing my fingers in her mouth. Molly sucked obediently, licking my fingers clean. The sensation was heavenly, and soon my orgasm washed over me like a powerful wave.
“God,” I grunted again, closing my eyes and thrusting hard inside of Molly’s pussy. My cock trembled and pulsed, and I felt hot cum gush into the latex. The sensations felt even more incredible than usual, and I could hardly breathe as the last of my cum drained from my still-hard cock.
Pulling away from Molly, I wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock to keep the condom securely fastened. As soon as my cock was out of her, I pulled it off and tossed it to the floor.
Molly was still gasping for breath, her belly shaking as she lay on the bed.
I grinned. “That was just the beginning,” I said with a smirk as I pulled on my boxers and jeans. “Just wait till I take you up the ass.”
Molly’s cheeks flushed the most delicious shade of red I’d ever seen.
Chapter Eight
Molly
I lay there, shaking and quivering. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done – I’d actually slept with my lifelong crush, Alex Travers.
And now what was going to happen?
Alex got dressed and left without another word. He whistled as he walked down the hall. I heard him open the fridge, then the clink of beer bottles. Then a few seconds later, the front door slammed shut.
I thought my heart would never slow down to normal.
The sex had been incredible. It had been better than movie sex, then all of the raunchiest sex I’d ever imagined. It had been better than romance books. And Alex himself…I shook my head in disbelief. The man was like a Greek god, with his perfect body and shining cap of blonde hair.
And he’d slept with me. Not only had he slept with me, he’d given me an amazing orgasm. It was the first I’d ever had.
I pulled the sheet over my naked body and trembled. What am I gonna tell Rebecca when she gets home, I wondered nervously. Should I be honest?
Before I had much more time to think about what I’d say to my best friend, the front door opened and then banged shut.
“Mol! I’m home!” Rebecca yelled. I heard the thump and rustle of plastic grocery bags as she set them down in the foyer. My stomach rumbled and I launched out of bed, pulling on my discarded clothes. I was still shaking and trembling by the time I was in the hall.
“Molly? Are you okay?” Rebecca narrowed her eyes. “It’s not like you to stay in bed this late.”
“I’m fine,” I said. I swallowed hard. “Um, I have something to tell you?”