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.”
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 stupid 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.