Page 73 of Molly: Part One
“At yours? Won’t Ryan be about? I don’t want him watching, it’s bad enough you’ll be staring at me.”
“He’s still keeping out of my way. Plus he won’t want to look at your naked arse. He’s still unconvinced about your relationship with his sister. He doesn’t need to see what she sees during your dirty weekends!”
“He needs to chill out.”
“You don’t need to tell me that!”
I climb my aching body up the stairs in search of a glass of wine after our class. I was right to be apprehensive about it, it was so much harder than our Monday night class. It doesn’t help I landed on my arse a good couple of times much to Megan’s delight.
To my surprise, Ryan is sat in the living room watching telly. “Are you okay?” he asks, looking concerned.
“Yeah. Megan and I started a more advanced dance class tonight. It was definitely more advanced. I need wine and a hot bath. I’m sure I’m not going to be able to move tomorrow.”
“Make sure you drink enough water before you start on the wine and have a hot bath.”
“Yes, Dad!”
“Hey, just looking out for you. I wouldn’t want to have to come down and pull your passed out, naked arse from the bath.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Okay, if you need me, you know where I’ll be.” I grab a glass of wine, and water, and head downstairs. I put the radio on and relax back.
I get out after about half and hour, my glass is empty and I’m overheating. I wrap myself up in my huge fluffy towel and head in to my room.
“SHIT!” Ryan scares the crap out of me by being sat on my bed. “Fucking hell, Ry. You could have warned me you’d be there.” I place my hand over my racing heart and take a couple of deep breaths to try to calm it whilst pulling my towel tighter around my body. I’m never more aware of what I’m wearing, or not wearing as the case may be, when I’m around Ryan.
I look from him to my bedside table that has my bottle of wine, a can of beer and a bottle of something I don’t recognise on it. I place my glass next to the wine bottle and pick up the other bottle. Massage oil, oh fuck no. No, no, no.
“Uh, Ry,” I say turning back to him with the oil in my hand.
“Molly, don’t look so worried. I’m gonna make it better for you. You’ll thank me in the morning,”
I really doubt that. Having Ryan’s hands all over me is going to be torture. I can feel myself getting worked up at the just though of it. “I don’t think it’s a good idea Ry.”
“Oh shut up. Put a dry towel on the bed then lie face down on it,” he says this like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“I am not lying naked on my bed for you. You can forget it.”
“Okay, well, put your pyjama shorts on but you’ll need to be topless so I can do your back.”
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”
“I’m not making you do anything. If you really don’t want me to, I won’t. I promise it will help though,”
I stand and look at him as I weigh up my options. Get seriously turned on by Ryan running his hands all over my body but not hurt in the morning or not be able to move in the morning.
“Right, turn around,” I demand. I grab a pair of knickers and shorts from my drawers and slide them on under my towel. I go into the bathroom to grab a dry towel and do as he says after pouring myself a large glass of wine and taking a massive gulp.
“Okay, ready,” I say after I’ve made myself as comfortable as possible in this situation. I hear Ryan’s sharp intake of breath as he turns around. I crane my neck to see him but instantly regret it as I see his eyes darken as they run over my body.
“Ryan, get on with it before I change my mind,” I say hoping to snap him out of his perusal.
I watch him grab the oil and pour some in his hands, he rubs them together to warm them up. He goes to the bottom of the bed and starts with my left leg.
“Holy fuck,” I moan. “That’s so good.”
“Told you. Now just relax.”
I try to do just that as he works his way up both of my legs, but the higher up he gets the harder it is to relax and the harder my clit is pounding. I’m trying my best not to make it obvious that I’m turned on but I’m sure my heavy breathing is a major giveaway. I’m also trying desperately hard not to make any noises because the couple of times I have they sounded very suggestive even to my own ears, let alone Ryan’s.
