Page 27 of Molly: Part One
“Hey, so it’s your birthday Saturday right? What do you want to do?”
“Oh, don’t remind me, I’m not sure I want to be twenty five. I mean a quarter of a century, really!”
“It’s not that bad, feels the same as twenty four if I’m honest.”
“You only say that because now your old and twenty five you can’t remember what twenty four was like.”
“Oh haha very funny. What do you want to do?” I ask again.
“I have arranged with Megan to go out Saturday night so I was going to ask you, Emma, Shane, Chris and a few others to come as well. It’s been ages since we all went out, I think it would do us good to let loose for a night like old times.”
“Sounds like a plan, I’m in. Don’t make any plans for Friday night though, you’re mine that night.”
“Wow, that sounds a little creepy. What are you going to do with me?”
“Just a surprise for your birthday. I need to make a call, I’m going to walk down the beach.”
I’ve been planning something with Susan and Pete for ages now as a thank you to Molly for everything she has done for all of us these past six months. I wasn’t aware up until just now how imminent it could be but the timing is brilliant for her birthday. Once I’ve organised everything with Susan, spoken to Emma and made a few more calls to sort everything out it’s time to get ready for dinner.
“Wow, that food was amazing,” Molly says as we walk along the beach after getting back from the pub.
“It was, don’t think I’m going to be able to eat for a week after all that.”
“Ah, the cheesecake! I think I’d drive down here just for a slice of that, it was so good.”
“Please don’t start making those noises again, I’ve already warned you about that.” She is right the cheesecake was amazing but she sounded indecent whilst eating it, especially in a packed pub. If people didn’t know any better they would actually think she was having an orgasm at the dinner table. It made me so hard it hurt listening to her and watching her eyes roll back in pleasure. It got so bad I actually had to excuse myself to the bathroom to take the pressure off, if you know what I mean.
We’ve been walking along slowly for about thirty minutes trying to burn some of the food off we’d consumed this evening. We are carrying our shoes as we walk through the shallow seawater. Molly, as always, looks stunning in a strapless white summer dress that is fitted to her waist then flares out to her knees, the white sets off her new tan well. Her hair is pinned up with a flower in it exposing her neck. Every time I look at her all I want to do is put my lips there and taste her skin.
We managed to get through two bottles of wine during dinner so like most of the nights we have spent here we are both well on our way to being drunk. We decided to get a taxi back from the pub as we didn’t think we were fit to be walking along the road back to the hut.
“Was I really that bad whilst eating it?” Molly asks eventually.
“Yes, you were that bad, I’m sure every guy in that place was hard for you.”
“Shut up, they were not. I wasn’t even that loud, only you would have heard me.”
“Okay, believe what you like but you’re not a guy so you can’t possibly understand how hot it was and what that does to us.”
“Oh my god, you just said every guy was hard for me, that includes you doesn’t it?” she asks me this with her face all screwed up, it’s seriously cute how embarrassed she is by asking this.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to Molly.” I think that’s a good enough answer, she doesn’t need the detail of my little visit to the bathroom after her one-woman show.
I turn around when I notice she stopped a few seconds ago and see that she is smiling mischievously. I’m almost scared to ask, almost. “What?”
“Do you know what we haven’t done since we’ve been here?”
“Um, I can think of a number of things we haven’t done. What one did you have in mind?” I ask with a smirk, I’m sure we are thinking of different things here though.
“From the look on your face none of the things you are thinking of. Pervert!”
“Charming, so what are you thinking?”
“We haven’t been swimming in the sea, you up for it?”
“Yeah, let’s go get changed and come back down,” I say as I begin to turn in the direction of the beach hut.
“That’s not exactly what I was thinking,” I turn back around to her as she says this. She’s walked up a little from the water and dropped her shoes on the dry sand. She stands so she is facing me, I watch as her hands go behind her and she pulls the zip of her dress down. She has a small smile on her face as she watches me watch her. Shit. She drops her dress to her feet and just stands there, waiting. Fuck, she’s stunning, she’s standing there in a white lacy strapless bra and matching tiny knickers that look like they show off most of her arse. I can’t move, I am literally stood frozen staring at her. I’m sure my eyes look like they are bulging out of my head and my mouth is hanging open as I stare.
