Page 26 of Molly: Part One
Chapter 8
Ryan
It’s been three days since our game of twister. What a stupid fucking idea that was. Yeah I pretty much knew it would be when I mentioned it but the thought of being that close to her was too much of a pull.
Fuck, she was so close, all I would have had to do was lean forward a little and my lips would have been on hers.
Thank god she didn’t come back out to the living area after she ran away because I would have been caught red handed jacking off after that little episode.
We’ve had a great few days. Every morning Molly has got up and worked on designs for different clients. I love watching her work, she gets so engrossed in her thoughts and looks really sexy chewing on her pencil, all she needs is a pair of glasses to give her that sexy secretary look. I’m trying really hard to curb my feelings for her but it’s not as easy as I initially thought, I think they are actually getting stronger not weaker as our time here goes on.
We went into the local town yesterday for a look around, it was a typical Cornish town and all the people were lovely to chat to. Molly dragged me into nearly every shop we came across, I didn’t mind because it made her happy, she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face all day. She came back with a number of bags full of bits and bobs for her bedroom at home and small souvenirs for the Morrison’s and Megan’s little boy.
Our time here has been amazing but it has gone so fast. Tomorrow is our last full day, how did that happen? I’m so glad I asked Molly to come with me, even with the odd awkward moment between us. We’ve done exactly what I wanted us to do. We’ve celebrated Hannah, we’ve talked about her more than we ever have before and we have relaxed and enjoyed ourselves. I would have been bored here on my own.
We’ve decided to go out for a meal at the local pub tonight so we don’t have to cook, it’s a bit of a walk but from what the locals have said it will be worth it.
Molly is laid on her front on the outdoor sofa sketching ideas for something on her pad with marker pens. I walk over with a glass of water for her and sit next to her.
“What are you working on?” I ask, looking at the sketches she has around her. They look a little suggestive to say the least.
“You remember those fliers I did a few months ago for a club for some student nights?” I nod as I think back. “Well the manager there is mates with the manager of the burlesque club in town. She contacted me a while ago asking if I would do some stuff for her, she said she’d seen what I did for the club and loved my style. They’re doing some bondage themed nights in a few months and want some promo stuff for them.” I look back down at her sketches and they start to make sense a bit more now.
“These are amazing, Molls,” I tell her honestly. She has hand drawn a range of bondage items and used the markers to really make them standout. “I think the whip, blindfold and the one with the side of a corset on, are my favourite.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right. I’m going to do one with handcuffs as well which I think will look quite cool. I’ll scan them all in when we get back, edit them further then add all the text and stuff.”
“I can’t imagine Hannah working on something like this.” Hannah was so sweet, in my head her and bondage do not go together.
“No, nor can I. It would have always been mine to work on though because they liked the hand drawn elements I did and let’s be honest, Hannah was a brilliant designer but she couldn’t draw for toffee!” She starts laughing as she thinks back. “Do you remember when we had to do a life drawing class in our third year. The model was very offended by Hannah’s sketches!”
“Yeah I remember. She asked me if I would model for her so she could practice.”
“Oh yeah, didn’t you say no?”
“Of course I did. I didn’t want her to knock my self esteem by drawing some sort of alien thing that was meant to be me.” Molly is really laughing now. “Oh come on, like you would let her do that to you!”
“No, there was no way she was drawing me either, I can only imagine what it would look like. No one needs to see that!” I can tell by the look on her face that she is deep in thought.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just thinking…would you let me draw you?” she asks me this totally seriously. I would like to think she’s joking but I’m not so sure.
“Um…are you serious, you want to draw me… naked?” Yeah, like I said before I know I’ve got a pretty good body but could I really get it all out and lie in front of Molly while she stares at me, all of me. Um…
“Yes, I’m serious, I’d love to sketch you and get all these in there.” Shit, she’s running her finger over my abs tracing the muscles. I feel my dick twitch ready for action every time her finger hits my skin. “We could put some grapes in front of your manhood if you don’t want me being embarrassed by how small it is,” she deadpans.
“Oh, you’ll need more than grapes,” I wink back at her. “Seriously though, could you actually take it seriously if I laid out in front of you? You wouldn’t be able to touch you know!”
“Oh fuck off Ry, why would I want to touch! And yes, it’s art, of course I could take it seriously.”
“I’ll think about it,” I mutter as I move back over to my sun lounger, the way she was touching me and her smell was messing with my head as well as my dick. “So how is work going, I know you took on less clients after Hannah died but it seems to me it’s picking up again?”
“Yeah, it’s getting really busy. I was worried when I had to cancel on people after she died that it would be the end, but many of them told me they understood and would wait, which was amazing. Now I’ve got our old clients plus loads of new ones. I’m getting to the point where there is too much for me to do alone and I need to employ someone else and get an office but that is such a huge step. I mean what if it doesn’t stay busy but I’ve still got someone else’s wages and rent to pay. It’s really scary.”
“Molly, you can do anything you set your mind to, if you really think you are at that point then go for it. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll start looking in to stuff when we get back.”
