Molly’s Confused Awakening with Eddie

Molly’s eyes snapped open, a faint memory of the previous night’s events still lingering in her mind. She had no idea what time it was, but she knew she had to get up and face the music. The sound of her phone buzzing on the nightstand caught her attention, and she groggily reached over to silence it.

Her eyes scanned the darkened room, and for a moment, she forgot where she was. She was lying in her own bed, but the familiarity of her bedroom was no comfort. Her mind was reeling with thoughts of Eddie and the way he had left her hanging.

Molly threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet dangling in the air. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering frustration. She had to move on and focus on the task at hand – getting ready for the day.

She slowly got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, flipping on the light switch as she went. The bright light was harsh, but it was just what she needed to wake herself up.

Molly turned on the shower and let the warm water wash over her, trying to clear her mind. She couldn’t believe Eddie had left her like that. It was like he had forgotten she was even there.

As she got dressed and ready for the day, Molly couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed with herself. She had let her emotions get the best of her, and now she was paying the price. She needed to focus on the positives – she had a new day ahead of her, and she was determined to make the most of it.

The sound of her phone buzzing again caught her attention, and she quickly checked the screen. It was Tim, her gay best friend, reminding her that they had plans to meet up later that day. Molly smiled, feeling a little more positive now. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Molly gave Mr. Worthington a forced smile, and he responded by cupping her cheek with his hand. “Okay,” he said. “Well, if he ever gets bad, I mean bad bad, tell someone. Teacher, school counselor, me – someone.”

Molly nodded, and Mr. Worthington laughed, shaking his head. “Holy shit, that went way more serious than it should have. I’m sorry Molly. Here you are, just getting home from a probably kick-ass party, and here I am bringing you down.”

Molly laughed, used a finger to wipe away a tear from her eye, and held the finger up to Mr. Worthington. “I don’t even know what this is doing here!”

He laughed and took her hand in his own. “The human body is so weird sometimes.”

At the mention of “human body,” his drunk brain pushed his eyes down her body, checking her out before he could stop himself.

Molly, reading more into the situation than she should have, squeezed his hand and said, “I don’t think my body is that weird . . . .”

Mr. Worthington’s brain released its control over his eyes, and let him look up at Molly’s face. “Oh, no, not at all! Your body is fine. Well, more than fine. It’s perfect. I love your body!”

Molly felt at once relieved and disappointed when Mr. Worthington was finished speaking. After a second’s thought, Molly decided that she didn’t buy Mr. Worthington’s retraction of the compliment. She figured out why he really was looking her up and down.

“Well thank you, Mr. Worthington,” she said with a smile.

Mr. Worthington winced. “Call me Greg, please. You’re pretty much all grown up now. I’m pretty sure your dad would want you calling me Mr. Worthington . . . but he’s passed out now, that overformal fuck.”

Molly laughed. “Thanks, Greg.”

She realized Mr. Worthington was still holding her hand, so she lowered it, and Mr. Worthington let it slip from his grasp.

Greg looked down at her bare legs, and then back to her face. “Can I get a drink?”

“I think you’ve had enough, M – Greg. I’m surprised you didn’t hit a light pole on the way over!”

Greg looked seriously at Molly and said, “You mean that wasn’t a light pole I hit on the way over? What the hell was it then?”

He gave her a wink, and broke into a smile.

Molly playfully slapped his chest. “You’re such a jerk! I was really worried for a second!”

The older man laughed and grabbed her wrist, holding her hand to his chest. She tried to escape from his grasp, but only managed to slide her hand a little against his firm pecs. Jesus, thought Molly. This guy is built!

Greg grinned down at her, holding her wrist firmly for another few seconds before letting it go.

“So, how about that drink?” he asked, his eyes locked on hers.

“One more drink, and I can’t let you drive home.”

He laughed and handed her his keys. “Fair trade. Spending the night with a beautiful young woman who is not my wife isn’t exactly a sacrifice.”

Molly blushed, taking the keys. Play it cool, Molly.

“Well, alright. Come on downstairs, you want a whiskey and coke?”

The sound of Andrew’s snores receded as they left his bedroom. Greg couldn’t stop staring at Molly’s tight teen ass, stretched across the tiny skirt. His eyes wandered up and down, from her exposed lower back, down the curve of her ass, and finally to her slim, well-toned legs.

They say that skirts like that leave little to the imagination, but Greg’s imagination was going into overdrive. And wait – what was that stain on the inside of her thigh? Was that . . . ? Must just be that imagination, he tried to convince himself.

For her part, Molly was enjoying the effect she seemed to be having on Mr. Worthington. Greg. He’s Greg, she had to remind herself. Just a sexy, drunk man who keeps staring at me like I’m a piece of meat. But Molly also had seen his sensitive side. Just a sexy, wonderful man who is totally staring at my ass right now.

Once they made it to the kitchen, Greg had a seat at the breakfast nook and watched Molly prepare two whiskey and cokes.

He smiled as she offered one to him, and smiled broadly after the first sip.

“Ms. Molly, are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Too strong?”

Greg shook his head. “Delightfully strong. You’d make a great barmaid. You’ve got the three talents needed for the successful bartender: liberal use of the booze, a strong will, and a beautiful body.”

Greg was beyond shame at this point, and didn’t react when he saw Molly blush, except to take another sip from the drink, and watch as Molly lifted her own to her mouth.

He watched as her red lips parted, thinking about other things that mouth could be doing.

“So, Molly, any boyfriends?”

“Nah, I’m sort of in between boyfriends right now.”

“All the boys I’ve met just seem really stupid. Like, all they care about is sports and video games. It’s okay sometimes, but come on, let’s talk about life, politics, stuff that matters sometimes too!”

Molly realized she was raising her voice, and offered a bashful apology.

“I didn’t meet any cute girls with brains until college. Don’t worry, you’ll find a great guy eventually. I guarantee it.”

“And until then? I’m stuck with immature, selfish morons?”

“Well, could be. Maybe you just need to find other people besides your school friends to talk about meaningful stuff.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I guess, but what about boyfriends? What, am I supposed to masturbate for the next 5 years until college? These little boys aren’t cutting it!”

Greg laughed and said, “Oh, is that the problem?”

“You wouldn’t understand, you’re a boy.”

Molly turned away from him, finishing her drink with one last gulp.

“I’m going to bed.”

As she started to rise, Greg put his left hand on her thigh, pushing her back onto the chair.

“I get it. You want to be having sex with someone you respect, someone you connect with on more than just a physical level.”

Greg looked into her eyes, and saw her calming down.

“Yeah. But right now, I’d even settle for someone who connected with me on a physical level. These boys are just looking for a warm, wet hole to pump into for like 30 seconds.”

“Wham, bam, thank you ma’am.”

Molly snorted. “More like ‘wham, bam, you’re a fucking slut, get away from me.'”

Greg chuckled. “Yeah, I never got that. What’s with this whole ‘I’m a Conquistador’ thing?”

“You weren’t like that when you were a teen?” Molly asked suspiciously.

“Well,” Greg said, “I guess I was. It seems so much worse now. And I think it was a point of pride for a boy if he got a girl off too. But I’m an old fart, we always think it was better in the old days.”

Molly laughed appreciating the honesty. “You’re not an old fart. You’re mature. Like a fine wine.”

He flexed his bicep, getting a laugh from Molly. “A really fine wine!”

She reached out and put her hand on his flexed bicep and gave a squeeze.

As she did so, she felt Greg’s hand slide up her thigh, just a little.

Her breath quickened, and she slid forward in her seat.

Sensing no resistance, Greg put down his glass, empty except for some slowly melting ice, and cupped her cheek in his right hand.

His hand felt cold on her skin. She began to get goose bumps, whether from his cold hand on her cheek or the warm hand on her thigh.

He leaned his face down toward hers, and softly kissed her lips.

Her mouth opened, and she slid her tongue into his mouth.

Molly’s hand moved from his bicep to his waist, sliding under his polo and onto his firm stomach.

Her left hand moved to his face, pulling him closer for a deeper connection.

Molly stood up, causing Greg

Molly’s bedroom was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner and the gentle rustling of her sheets as they moved with her body. Greg’s hands were gentle as he laid her back on the bed, his fingers tracing the curve of her neck before moving to her shoulders.

She reached for him, but he stopped her, his hands firm on her shoulders. “Not yet,” he whispered, his eyes locked on hers. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the tension between them palpable.

Greg’s mouth trailed down her neck, his lips leaving a trail of heat as he kissed her collarbone. His hands moved down her sides, feeling each rib, and Molly felt a shiver run down her spine. His head dipped lower, his mouth moving from her right breast to her left, his tongue licking her salty flesh and wrapping around her hard nipple.

She let out a low moan, arching her back and pressing her breast up into his mouth. Greg’s hands continued down, until they reached her hips, and he felt her legs close slightly as his head reached her pubic bone.

Molly shuddered as Greg’s tongue flicked on her clit, the feel of it rougher and drier than any of the boys she’d been with. She heard him moan from between her legs, and it sent a spark of excitement through her.

“Oooh, yeah, lick my pussy, taste those juices!” she breathed, her hips sliding forward and grinding her pubis against his mouth. Greg’s tongue flicked around in her pussy, earning an increased flow of juices from her.

“Mmm, don’t stop!” she gasped, her breasts heaving up and down as she reached for them, squeezing them in her hands and pinching her nipples. Greg’s tongue continued its rhythm, and Molly felt herself building towards an orgasm.

She reached the peak just as Greg switched to the alphabet method, his tongue tracing out letters on her clit. She felt a surge of pleasure rip through her, and her body tensed, her legs muffled around him.

“Oooh, my God, I’m going to cum!” she cried out, her body writhing as Greg’s tongue continued to work her. She felt a tremble course through her body, and another flood of juices accompanied her announcement: “Oh yes, I’m cumming!”

Greg’s head continued to work her, licking her clit right through her orgasm. She eventually managed to twist away from him, and he stood at the edge of her bed and watched her try to catch her breath.

Greg’s cock had begun to retreat during the minutes of cunnilinguis, but he took his time, stroking it and feeling the blood return to inflate his member. With his other hand, he grabbed Molly’s knee and straightened her out, spreading her legs wide.

He looked down at her cunt, the area red from his ministrations and the increased blood flow to the area. His eyes went up and caught the girl’s, and letting out a primitive grunt, he bent his knees and lined up his cock with her hole.

“Fuck me, I need that cock now!” Molly spoke through gritted teeth, sounding equally primitive. Greg was happy to oblige, pushing his still-inflating cock into her well-lubricated tunnel.

Molly felt both hands pressing down on her shoulders, his whole body leaning forward, pressing his cock into her. His hands tightened as he went further into her, and Molly’s pussy was still sensitive from having cum only a minute previously.

Greg looked down at Molly, watching her lip curl as he continued to push forward, his cock hitting deeper and deeper into her. With one final grunt, he felt his pubic bone hit hers.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking deep! You’re like in my cervix!” Molly cried out, her hands reaching forward to grasp his firm ass and pull him tight.

Greg slapped his cock against Molly’s clit, and she gasped, looking up at him. He lined up his cock once more with her hole, and with a grin, he pushed forward, entering with one stroke. He couldn’t hold back any more, gripping her hips and standing upright, lifting her ass off the bed slightly.

He pulled back his large cock, then slammed it back into her, earning a grunt from her lips. He pulled back again, hearing juices fill the vacuum, and shoved in, hearing them compress under his force. Molly couldn’t think about anything other than the cock inside her.

Greg’s voice was barely louder than a whisper: “Yeah, take that cock, you little teen slut. Fuck me, fuck me good, you fucking perv! You like that jailbait pussy, don’t you?”

Molly moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. “If I wasn’t so wet, you would have been out of luck.” She felt him give an extra hard thrust, and added, “I would have been out of luck too!”

Greg let go of Molly’s ass, letting it fall to the bed. He took hold of her ankles and forced them up around her ears, bending her in half. He climbed up on the bed and shoved his cock deep into her, grinning down at her inches above her face.

“A selfish reason to make a girl cum before fucking her. Tell your little high school boys that when I’m done with you.” Greg began pounding her poor little pussy again, and Molly was crying out even louder than before.

His cock was hitting the top bits of her pussy wall, and his balls were slapping against her asshole. The sensations were driving her mad, and her body trembled with pleasure. She leaned her head forward, nearly head-butting Greg, and screamed out, “Don’t stop! Oh god, fuck, don’t stop!”

Greg kept fucking her, not holding anything back. He felt her pussy walls contract, tightening around his dick, and had to wince as Molly shouted. His balls began to churn, the fluids rising inside him.

“Mmm, I’m cumming!” Molly cried out, her body writhing as Greg gave one last slam into her, leaning all his weight down through his hips. Greg’s face tightened, his jaw jutting out, and he gave one last thrust, and then he was spent.

Molly looked up as her new lover began to cum, his face twisted in an orgasm. She felt Greg’s cock twitch as rope after rope of cum spewed into her cunt. Spent, he lay there on top of her, his cock flexing of its own accord every few seconds.

He released her feet, and slowly Molly lowered her legs. Greg, who had been crouching as he fucked Molly, dropped down to his knees, letting his calves rest. They were both breathing heavily, a sweaty mess.

Greg leaned down and kissed Molly softly, sending one last wave of pleasure through her, before he pulled out and lay on his back next to her, his cock slowly deflating. Molly looked over at him, a smile on her face.

“Wow,” she breathed. “That. Was. Incredible.”

The man grinned over at her. “Oh my god, it was amazing. You’re a hell of a fuck.”

The girl grinned back at him. “I have never felt so satisfied in my life.” Her features softened, her grin turning into a gentle smile.

“Thank you,” Molly said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Greg returned her soft gaze. He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You’re okay. You’ll figure it all out.”

Molly took a deep breath, and let it out. “Yeah, I will.”

Greg glanced over at the clock and sighed. “Shit, I really should go. Listen, this was incredible.” He stood up and walked over to her desk, taking a pen and writing on a piece of scrap paper.

“Give me a call some time, okay? For an encore performance . . . or just to talk. Whatever you need.” He nodded, and began to dress.

Molly lay there, watching her older lover. Once changed, he walked over to her. She sat up, and gave Greg a hard, passionate kiss.

He pulled back after a second, and smiled down at her. “See you around, cutie.” He gave her a wink and walked out of the door.

Molly closed her eyes, enjoying the post-coital flood of neurochemicals. Having to use the bathroom, she stood up — but her legs were so weak, her pussy so sore, that she immediately sat down again.

Molly let out a contented sigh. “This is how a girl should feel after a fucking.”