Page 13 of Molly: Part One
Chapter 4
Ryan
I hear a moan behind me and turn around. I almost can’t believe what I’m seeing. It’s Molly but, fucking hell, she looks like every man’s wet dream. She’s had her hair coloured back to her natural rich brown and cut so it rests just on top of her breasts. She is wearing a blouse that is unbuttoned enough so I get a cheeky peek of her cleavage and her legs and arse are shown off nicely in a pair of skin-tight dark jeans. And the shoes, fuck me, the shoes are so sexy. When I eventually meet her eyes her normal chocolate colour is almost black and the way she is looking at my half exposed body makes me think she wants to run her tongue over every line and muscle. I’m instantly hard.
“Molly,” My voice comes out as a groan as I make my way to stand in front of her. In her high heels the top of her head comes in line with my chin, not to the middle of my chest like normal. She is staring straight into my eyes and I can’t help but think that she wants this as much as I do. I watch as she slowly leans her head to the side and moves forward until her lips softly brush mine, I feel my dick twitch in response to her simple touch.
Then it’s as if our control snaps at the same time because all of sudden our mouths crash together and our tongues touch for the first time. Her hands thread through my hair as mine go to her arse to pull her body up against mine. I hear her moan as I run my hands up her sides and gently brush the underside of her breasts causing her to suck on my tongue. God, how I want her to do that to something else. My mouth leaves hers as I trail kisses across her jaw and down her neck.
“Ryan,” I hear her whisper. My hands go to unbutton her blouse as I suck on her earlobe, I’m dying to get a taste of her nipples.
“Ryan,” I hear her groan again as I slip her blouse off and my hands go to her back to release her bra. “Ryan,” she’s getting louder now and her chest his rising and falling in excitement.
“Oh Molly.” I slide the straps over her shoulders preparing myself for what’s to come. I’m so turned on, I don’t want to cum in my pants like a teenager at just the sight of her perfect tits.
“Ryan.” My eyes travel from her eyes down to her exposed – “Ryan,” she shouts this time. I suddenly feel my head snap up and my eyes begrudgingly open.
Fuck, it was a dream.
I look towards my bedroom door and see Molly stood there smiling at me.
“Having a good dream were we?” she asks with a knowing smirk.
“Shit,” I say under my breath but from the raised eyebrow I get from her I guess she heard.
“Breakfast will be ready in fifteen, so get up,” she says as she turns to leave. Just before she disappears from my sight she looks back and says, “I’d have a cold shower if I was you!”
“Ugh,” I groan as I look at myself, I’m completely out from under the covers, my boxer briefs are barely containing my very obvious excitement and I’m covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I drag my body out of bed to follow Molly’s advice. I wonder as I brush my teeth, do I need to buy a lock for my bedroom door or is it time I got myself laid? That must be it, I wouldn’t be thinking about my best friend like that if I was getting some.
I felt bad about letting her sleep on the sofa last night but I wasn’t feeling like I could sleep in the same bed as her and trust myself not to do anything I shouldn’t. The emotions that were flowing around my body after everything I learnt at her old flat had me feeling things I really shouldn’t be. Just like the dream I’m still trying to get over.
To my relief Molly doesn’t say anything about my wake up call when I meet her in the kitchen.
“Smells amazing,” I comment as I sit at the breakfast bar next to my waiting coffee. She passes over a plate with toast, scrambled egg and bacon on.
“Feeling better?” she questions. She has her focus on filling her plate not on me, which I am relieved about because I know she would be smirking at me. I’m embarrassed enough, let’s move on.
“Much. This is great thank you. So I told my mate we would pick his van up sometime before ten,” I say trying to change the topic of conversation. It’s only now I take notice of Molly. Her hair is still wet and her face is makeup free. As she steps around the breakfast bar I notice she is wearing the shortest denim shorts I think I have ever seen, showing off her amazing legs. I am instantly in almost as bad a state as I was when I woke up at the sight. She has on a white tank top that is low enough to show the swell of her breasts and a pale yellow cardigan. It’s simple but seriously fucking hot. I think I’ve got a problem and it needs fixing before I do something stupid.
“So where are we actually going?” Molly questions as we pull off my mates drive in his van. It’s so big that I’m not hugely confident driving it, but it will fit everything in that we need to buy, so I’m just going to have to suck it up.
“Milton Keynes.”
“Why the hell are we going there, aren’t there enough shops to pick from in Oxford?”
“Yes I guess there are but there isn’t an Ikea,” I reply.
“WHAT!” Molly shouts scaring the ever-loving shit out of me.
“What, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’ve always wanted to go to Ikea,” she replies looking at me with a beaming smile that goes all the way to her eyes.
“You’ve never been?” I ask laughing at her reaction to the news.
“No, I’ve always wanted to go, I always hear people talking about it. It sounds awesome. I’m so excited!”
