Baking and Babies
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My head finally catches up with my body and I move my hands to her hips, sliding them around to clutch her smooth, perfect ass.
 
“I’m just going to apologize ahead of time for ruining this,” I whisper.
 
“Why would you ruin this?” she asks, pressing her hips against mine and gently kissing my chin.
 
“I mean, I wouldn’t ruin it, but I’m pretty sure my dick will,” I mutter, moaning softly when she kisses a trail across my jaw and to my neck.
 
“My dick is an asshole and never listens to me. You’re so fucking hot and beautiful, and I’m pretty positive he’s going to ignore all the baseball stats and college football teams I can name in alphabetical order and come in about five seconds if you keep doing that,” I ramble in one long incoherent sentence, moaning again when she wraps her lips around my earlobe and gently tugs on it with her teeth. “Fucking hell, you’re so good at this.”
 
Her lips immediately disappear from my ear and she leans back just enough so I can see her face. Gone is the confidence and determination I love so much and in its place is the same nervous and scared look she had when she first walked into my kitchen.
 
“Hey, what’s wrong? Was it the dick thing? I was just kidding. Sort of. I mean, I’ve always been able to last as long as I need to, but I’ve never been with someone I fantasized about for two years. I’m having a hard time believing this isn’t a dream, but I promise I’ll try my best to keep my dick in line,” I over-explain.
 
She laughs softly and shakes her head. “It’s stupid, but I need to tell you something. Ava told me to tell you but Charlotte told me to keep my mouth shut because it would ruin everything, but I can’t do it. I am really out of my element here and Ava even made me practice this in front of the mirror until I could do it without rolling my eyes or covering myself up but I still feel like a liar and a hypocrite and I don’t want to keep this from you because I really like you. I more than like you. I’m just going to spit out and if you want me to leave, I’ll understand.”
 
I don’t feel so bad anymore about the whole gorilla fingers thing when Molly rambles without taking a breath and it just makes me want to stick her in my pocket and keep her forever. You know, if Harry Potter were a real person and he’d let me borrow his wand to make her tiny. But there would have to be a reverse spell where I could make her big again so she’d have normal-size hands and a normal-size mouth and a normal-size vagina because I might not have a dick the size of a python, but I’m pretty sure it could still kill a teeny tiny Molly that fits in my pocket.
 
Mental patient, party of me, your padded cell is now available.
 
Removing one hand from her ass, I bring it between us and under her chin, tipping her face up so she’ll stop staring at a spot in the middle of my chest and look at me.
 
“No matter what you tell me, I would never make you leave, Molly. Don’t you get it? Don’t you see what you’ve done to me?” I rasp. “I’ve never been this crazy or this tied up in knots before and it’s all because of you. Because you’re just as amazing as I thought you’d be when I first saw you in the school kitchen with powdered sugar on your cheek and more talent in your pinky finger than the entire class put together.”
 
I see tears pooling in her eyes and it makes my heart skip a beat, which I’m pretty sure might be a sign of a stroke or possibly a heart attack but since I still have feeling in my left arm, I’m just going to ignore it.
 
“I think I’ve been in love with you since that very first day when the entire class groaned after I said we’d be starting with sugar sculptures and your eyes lit up in excitement,” I tell her with a smile. “I know it’s crazy, and I know we’re in the middle of a shit show situation with your family, and I know we’ve only spent a few weeks together, but I’m falling in love with you Molly Gilmore. I love how much you care about your insane family, even if you try to deny it. I love your talent in the kitchen, and I love that you’re a hard ass with everyone but me. I love your smile and your laugh and how you smell like apples and cinnamon and how being with you is as easy as breathing.”
 
She closes her eyes to stop the tears from falling, opening them right back up to roll them at me in that fucking adorable way I love so much.
 
“You’re crazy and wonderful, and I think I’m falling in love with you too, and I’m still a virgin, but technically I’ve kind of, sort of had sex, so I use the term partial-virgin because it was one time and he only partially got his penis in before he finished, and his penis was literally the size of a piece of Pez candy and my sisters like to call him Pez Penis now and make fun of me because now I’m a pregnant partial-virgin, and I just wanted you to know because I don’t want to keep any secrets from you.”
 
She finally stops talking and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
 
I know I should have paid really close attention to every word she said, but she talked incredibly fast and my brain shut down after the words “falling in love with you too” and “virgin”. Then it came right back to life when she said she didn’t want to keep any secrets from me. Now is my chance. Now is the perfect opportunity to tell her who I am. It doesn’t get any better than this moment, right here.
 
“Say something so I don’t feel like even more of an idiot because I’m half-naked in your living room, talking like a dumb girl about dumb feelings and other dumb girl stuff that gives me hives,” she complains.
 
I open my mouth to spit it out, I swear I do. The words are right there on my tongue and I even take a deep breath, full of confidence now that I know she loves me back. Then Molly has to go and move her hips, doing this incredible little swirling motion that rubs her lace-covered vagina against my dick.
 
I’m such a cheap whore with a one-track mind.
 
“So, when you say partial-virgin, it’s because you and some fuck-for-brains were naked and something resembling sex occurred, correct?” I ask.
 
You know, just to clarify and make sure we’re on the same page.
 
“Sure, I guess you could put it that way,” she nods, still moving her hips the tiniest bit, just to make sure my dick is paying attention. “His penis, was legit the size of the head of your penis. My fingers have gone deeper than his Pez dispenser.”
 
And that’s it, folks. My brain is tapping out and my dick is now in charge. When a chick talks about fingering herself, there’s no coming back from that shit.
 
In one quick motion, I keep one arm behind her back and bend down to slide the other one behind her knees, scooping her up into my arms as I charge through the living room, down the hall and into my bedroom.
 
“If you’re okay with this, I’d like to release you of your partial-virgin status,” I tell her as I gently lay her on top of my bed and move on top of her, holding myself up on my arms so I don’t crush her.
 
“I think I’m more than okay with that,” she whispers, sliding her fingers through my hair at the back of my head and pulling my face down to hers.
 
“You should probably start reciting those football teams now,” she breathes against my lips. “Don’t forget I was raised in a sex shop. I took my first steps in the lesbian porn aisle and my first word was orgasm.”
 
She wraps her legs around my hips, locking her ankles together against my ass and uses her muscles to pull the lower half of my body closer until my denim-covered dick is nestled right against the heat of her soon-to-be no longer a partial-virgin vagina.
 
Her hips start rocking against mine, and I tell myself it’s totally fine if I wait one more day to tell her about Alfanso D. She is in need of my expertise and who am I to let a woman in need down?
 
“Air Force, Akron, Alabama, Appalachian State, Arizona,” I begin chanting softly between kisses as I move down her neck and across her chest before wrapping my lips around one of her perfect nipples.
 
Molly’s back arches and she lets out a low moan that makes my dick twitch and with excitement.
 
“Arwiwona Fate, Arwansas Fate, Wamy,” I recite with a muffled voice, refusing to remove my mouth from her nipple.
 
“God I love football,” Molly says with a sigh.
 
Chapter 21
 
– Drunk Babies –