Page 20 of Molly: Part One
“Yeah, I guess not, I’ve got more curves than all the girls you’ve been with put together.” Hannah was a gorgeous slim tall build, she wasn’t quite straight up and down, she had a cute pert arse and I guess you could say her breasts were a small handful. She also had stunning golden blonde long hair and striking blue eyes. I’ve seen photos of the girls Ryan dated previously and they pretty much looked the same. I am the complete opposite with my rounded arse and hips, tiny waist and double D’s up top. Hannah was almost always quiet, polite and well spoken, which is something Ryan often complimented about her, I on the other hand say it like it is and swear like a trooper.
I feel my shoulders slouch as I stand in front of him. I hand him the bottle I’m holding and turn around. I must look defeated as I do it because he leans into my ear and whispers, “you’re gorgeous Molly, don’t even think for a second I was suggesting you’re not. Your curves are so fucking sexy.”
His words and the feel of his hands skimming down my sides lightly as he rubs in the suntan lotion makes my knees slightly weak, the tingles return and start to descend south of my stomach. A man has never affected me like this, I’ve never felt this incredible pull before. I used to thrive on the feeling of men wanting me but I have never desperately wanted them. Sex for me has always been about being wanted, not because I had to have it right then and there and actually get pleasure from it.
I clear my throat. “T-T-Thank you.” Even to my ears my voice sounds rough as I quickly scurry away from his hands and on to the outside sofa, I lie down on my stomach and keep my face away from him. Why has it got to be him that’s causing these feelings in me? We’ve known each other for years and been as close as two friends can get over the last six months without me feeling like this, but a few days of living with him and he’s turned me into a frustrated sexual mess. I squeeze my thighs together to try to dull the ache and chant in my head that he’s my friend. I can’t imagine Hannah would be too pleased about my feelings towards her boyfriend. This thought causes a tear to run down my cheek.
“Molls, are you okay?”
“Yeah fine, you?” I sound anything other than fine and he knows me well enough to know that. I need to change the subject and distract myself.
“Uh huh, yep, I’m good.”
“Hey, do you remember that night we all went bowling?” I hear him start laughing and I turn to look it him.
That did it. We spend the next few hours reminiscing about our memories from university and the following couple years with us working. We had some great times together, and Ryan was right, those times need celebrating. I tell him stories about us growing up and from school, some of which he had heard before some he hadn’t. He was holding his belly he was laughing so hard when I told him about a school nativity one year where the three of us were angels, only Hannah had to speak and it was one short line. When it came to her time she was so nervous she wet herself on stage and ran off crying. Apparently she had refused to ever tell him the story and threatened Emma’s life if she told him. It was really nice to have us both laughing so hard on what could have been a really sad day.
“Tell me about the first time you met,” Ryan says after a few minutes of silence between us.
“Well we knew each other before my first memory because we lived next door to each other and Susan and Pete often babysat for me when my parents got bored of me. But my first solid memory is from primary school, we must have been four or five. We went over to get our coats and snacks for break time and someone had put my lunchbox on a shelf that I couldn’t reach. This boy Ben came over and said he would get it down for me if I kissed him. I didn’t like that so I shoved my knee straight between his legs and watched him fall to the ground in pain.” I see Ryan flinch when I tell him that and it makes me laugh. “When I looked up from him rolling around crying I saw that Hannah was stood behind him and had a big smile on her face, she must have seen the whole thing. She reached up and grabbed my lunchbox easily, she was really tall even then. After that we spent everyday together. We bonded over poor Ben’s pain!” I shrug my shoulders like it’s a normal thing to do.
“Wow, you were feisty even then,” he says laughing. “What happened to Ben?”
“Um, well. That didn’t put him off, he continued chasing me for that kiss. Eventually he won and I lost my virginity to him ten years later at a friends party. He turned out to be gay in the end though!”
“Well, I didn’t see that coming.” Ryan sounds slightly shocked by my honesty.
“It wasn’t worth the long wait!”
“You lost your virginity at fourteen?” he asks still sounding a little shocked.
“Yeah, unfortunately. I totally regret it, but to be honest if I’d waited until I found someone special like everyone says to, then I’d still be a virgin now!”
“That wouldn’t be such a bad thing Molls, it would mean you wouldn’t have had to deal with any of the arseholes you have chosen in the past few years.”
“True. It’s not like I’ve had years of awesome sex to make up for them either. They were all as bad in bed as their personalities.”
“I knew it, and please tell me they all had little dicks as well!”
“Um…not all of them but as the saying goes, it’s not about the size it’s what you do with it. Well, big or small, the selfish arseholes didn’t know what to do with it!”
“Although I never understood why you got with so many different guys when you could have found a nice one to settle down with, I still had the idea in my head that you were having fun doing it but you’ve just ruined that for me. So if you weren’t enjoying it, why were you doing it?”
Oh, I’ve done it now, he warned me he wanted to know about my parents but I was hoping to put it off longer than this.
“It’s like I said the other night, my parents were pretty shit. They never wanted me. I learnt from a young age that if you take antibiotics whilst on the pill they stop it working effectively, so here I am. My parents had already had the two boys that they wanted, Steven was fourteen and Daniel was twelve by the time I was born.
“It was all planned out how they would take over and expand the family business. They decided that I, on the other hand, would grow up, be just like my mum and provide them with some grandchildren. They decided not to pay for me to go to private school like my brothers so I went to the local secondary with Hannah and Emma. It was a great school so I can’t complain, it’s just the unfairness of it all that pisses me off. Apparently because I had a vagina I didn’t deserve a top level education and I was no use in the family business other than the receptionist they planned to make me when I was sixteen until I could pop out some grandchildren for my mum to coo over, show off then give back the minute they start to cry.
“I had different ideas though, I wanted a career and I had no intention of ever joining the family business in any capacity, I wanted to be my own person. My parents told me I was not going to sixth form and that I would work for them. I told them that wasn’t happening and that I’d move out if needs be to enable me to live my own life. Eventually they came around to the idea of me staying but they cut me off, the allowance I used to get was put into a trust fund that I couldn’t get until I was twenty-one. I’m sure they only did it to try to stop me going to university.”
“So you started working at Cocoa’s?”
“Yep, I went straight over to Susan and asked for a job, I started there that weekend and have worked there ever since. I owe that family so much, I wouldn’t have got where I have, without their love and support.”
“You and me both.” I know Ryan understands because they have treated him like their own son as well.
“So I spent my two years at sixth form juggling school work and fitting in as many hours as possible. I was desperate to go to university, I managed to keep my grades up so I knew I had a good chance of getting in but the money was an issue. I knew I would never get any loans or anything with my parents finances as they were.”
