By Margo Perry  (margo707 AT rogers DOT com)
Copyright 2007 by Margo Perry, all rights reserved.

Keith woke up gurgling like a hungry child feeding on his mother’s ripe teat. Pleasure had claimed him: a soft hand caressed his skin and, in a pool of warm wetness, a willing mouth and tongue circled, sucked and lapped at his cock and balls. He shivered as erotic currents charged his nervous system. Every square inch of his skin was stimulated. He reached down to caress the bobbing head and twist a fall of hair that was teasing his thigh. The pleasure grew. His cock was tingling and pressure was building behind his balls. He could feel orgasm approaching as surely as a falling stone approaches earth.

“My God, Molly,” he gasped. “I’m going to come. Stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Molly urged his foreskin back and forth, moving her finger in slow circles over his sweet spot. His pulse lost its rhythm, his mouth ran dry, and his legs stretched long, every muscle straining to its limit. He stayed, poised atop that cliff, for long seconds, until teeming primordial urges forced him over the edge. He screamed a silent scream, plummeting into that exquisite bliss, that only climax brings, and then collapsed, his face slack and his body even slacker. He braced himself for the aloneness that comes, as body abandons body, but it did not come. Instead, Molly’s cocooning mouth stayed warm and wet as she swallowed. Her tongue’s lapping became solicitous, her lips soothing and soft, as her fingertips painted his body with feathery strokes, lulling him and his listless cock back into a deep, deep sleep.

The insistent jangling of his phone roused Keith from his second sleep. He found himself alone and struggled through a haze of grogginess to grab his cell from the bedside table.

“Hello.”

Wakey-wakey, Sleepster. I have uno problemo. You must save me!

“Speak or forever hold your peace, Tommy Boy. You have disturbed me from a most pleasant reverie. I was swimming in an ocean full of big, bobbing breasts and …”

Cease, desist, and spare me the details. Sarah has just informed me that she intends to infiltrate tonight’s frivolities. She doesn’t care what we boys get up to tomorrow, but tonight she will be joining us for dinner and suggests that we cancel whatever else we might have up our sleeves. I must warn you, she can’t understand why you’d choose to enlist. She wants you here, wrapped in swaddling domesticity like the rest of us.

“Tell Sarah she’s most welcome. Eight still okay?”

Perfecto. That’ll give us time to drop our laddie off at my mom’s for the night. Thanks for saving me from Sarah’s Wrath. It’s a terrible thing!

“Not as bad as Sheila’s Shock.”

True, you’re the down home winner, Keith Old Boy. Nobody’s as bad as your Sheila. Good riddance, I say. See you tonight.”

“Okay, bye.”

The sound of running water told Keith that Molly was still here. He’d spent every night solo since Sheila had run off over a year ago; that is, until last night. Until Molly, with her bountiful, irresistible breasts, the woman who had given him so much pleasure last night and this morning that he was still floating in it. Last night, he had called her ‘his girl’ and insisted she be his date tonight, not caring what anybody thought. Technically, he was still married, but he’d already filed for divorce, on grounds of malicious desertion, and his lawyer assured him that it was only a matter of time before it was granted. He’d explained it all to Molly and she’d understood. So, why hadn’t he told Tom about their night? He knew the answer. He had taken the easy way out, yet again. He knew that, as far as Tom and Sarah were concerned, Molly was still the High School Pariah, code named ‘Bulldog’, still shunned by the group ten years later. How had he stood by, all those years, watching that sweet girl being bullied? Spilled milk, but it was now his responsibility to change all that, to demand respect for his choices, for Molly and for their relationship, but he was off to a very poor start.

Keith felt naked, vulnerable and feckless lying on sheets that still smelled of Molly’s perfume. She had finished showering and even the apartment’s quiet seemed to be accusing Keith of something. He’d soon have to face her, knowing that by not mentioning her to Tom, he had denied her. The room was suddenly claustrophobic. Keith jumped out of bed, struggled into the jeans and shirt he’d left stranded on last night’s floor, and walked down the hall. He could hear Molly humming softly behind the bathroom’s closed door. Her voice was as sweet and seductive as she was. He imagined her drying herself, rubbing her large pendulous breasts and his cock grew and issued a hundred erotic messages to every corner of his body.

You want her. You’ve got to, got to have her. You want her.

He wanted her now and he was looking forward to their date later, to being a part of a couple, instead of third man out. He couldn’t get rid of the question: Why hadn’t he talked to Tom about her? He didn’t try to answer because the voice inside his head was more condemnatory than questioning. He’d take care of everything tonight, he assured himself, but for now he needed coffee. Gratefully, he followed the teasing aroma wafting down the hall. It relaxed him. He strolled into the kitchen, experiencing that smug contentedness that new love and satisfied lust brings, but encountered an involuntary feeling of irritation as he imagined Molly rooting around in his cupboards looking for things. “She’s made coffee, Ingrate,” the voice in his head scolded him. As he approached the counter, he felt immediately and severely chastised. Laying there was a shopping bag from the nearby Corner Gourmet, a sack of Blue Mountain Coffee, a muffin tray and a bowl of fresh cut fruit. While he had slept, Molly had slipped out and done what he should have done, treat them to breakfast. A large ball of emotion lodged itself in Keith’s throat and he didn’t know whether it would make him laugh or cry.

“Good morning again,” Molly said, laughing from the doorway.

Her smile was like sunshine on a gloomy winter day and Keith laughed with her. Again, she was wearing her high-heeled boots, jeans and white turtleneck sweater and again, Keith could not speak. Her lips seemed fuller, more sexually appealing than he remembered and her tiny ears were cute enough for nibbling. But, it was her breasts, those incredibly huge globes reaching out, that spellbound him. She crossed the kitchen and wrapped him in her arms. He could feel her breasts between them, pressing into his chest, charging him with an erotic energy that thrilled him, made him happy in a way that he’d never been before. “I should have told Tom about last night,” he admonished himself again. It occurred to him that he didn’t deserve Molly. He imagined her at the restaurant or at the university, enjoying friends and relatives who appreciated her. It further occurred to Keith that if he didn’t straighten up his act, he might lose her and that possibility was more than he could bear. He lifted her chin and looked into eyes that were bright with intelligence and moist with kindness. His kiss was long and imploring, as though what he wanted from her was too big and precious to put into words. He wanted her love. He needed her love. Molly understood instinctively and the kiss she returned confirmed that he already had it.

“Well, that was lovely,” she said, standing back and gazing up at him. “Are we still on for tonight?”

“Of course,” Keith said, a little too heartily. “I’m meeting Tom and Sarah at the restaurant at eight. You’ll be there, right?”

“Yes, I have classes until five and then I’ll go in and help Mom out in the kitchen. I’ll join your table as soon as I can. That’s if you’re sure.” Uncertainty and anxiety clouded her eyes and dampened her smile. Keith felt like he was harboring a bird with a damaged wing and it was he and his friends who had thrown the maiming stones. He pledged, in that moment, to love her back to health, no matter what he had to do.

“I’m sure,” he said, pulling her close again. “I’ll drive you to class.”

“Not necessary. The traffic is awful. I can grab the bus right outside your door.” She was smiling again. “See you tonight.”

Keith followed her to the door. “See you later,” he said opening it. He watched her bouncing breasts, as she danced down the hall. He would have to be vigilant tonight. He couldn’t risk Molly being made to feel uncomfortable in any way. The clock on his microwave read 9:07 AM and his first appointment was at 10:30. He quickly showered, dressed and left the apartment.

On the street, he hailed a cab. He was facing a day of in-shop computer diagnostics, the restaurant was within walking distance and he wouldn’t use the car to return home because he intended to drink tonight. It was muggy outside and he took a deep breath, settling against the cool of the seat, enjoying the taxi’s pleasant air-conditioning. Like a squirrel gathering nuts, his mind collected every detail of the time spent with Molly and his cock grew with every intimacy. He couldn’t help comparing her to his estranged wife. Sheila had used sex as a means to whatever end interested her at the time. It had been years since they had fallen into bed because they wanted to, because they wanted each other. Living together had been a constant strain. Keith had found peace and comfort in her absence, but that was over. He didn’t want to be alone anymore. At the shop, he gave the driver a generous tip and got out whistling. He tried to remember when he’d last felt this warmth, this feeling of connectedness with a woman, and he couldn’t remember. He realized that he and Sheila had left each other long before her body actually deserted him and a part of him was glad that she’d stolen his money. It kept his loathing and contempt for her pure, no part of him wanted any part of her.

His appointment was on time and the day flew on the wings of a dozen computers and their problems. Except for the short walk to the hot dog vender at lunchtime, he never stopped and before he knew it, it was seven o’clock, closing time. After locking up, he showered and shaved in back and changed into one of the clean shirts he kept at the store. He looked in the mirror and saw a blushing stranger, a man filled with anticipation and faith in the future. Molly had breathed life into some long dead, but vital part of him. What would tonight bring? How would Tom and Sarah react to Molly? The only answer was a bevy of butterflies playing hide and seek in his stomach and an anxious, fluttering heart. Well, it’s now or never, he thought, turning off the lights. In seconds, he left the shop and was on his way.

A cool breeze seemed to be at his back and he walked briskly, making it to the restaurant with ten minutes to spare. He quickly scanned the room. There was no sign of Molly behind the bar or amongst the bustling waiter’s tables in front of it. The booths started halfway back on both sides of the aisle. Tom and Sarah had claimed one and were leaning toward each other, in the dim light, talking animatedly. Keith marveled at how different they were: Tom relaxed, negotiating life with common-sense and humor and Sarah, straight-backed as a ballerina, choreographing a life of order and purpose. They argued often and passionately, but always seemed to resolve things. Keith admired their dedication to each other and their child.

“Come hither, young man,” Tom called to him.

“Hi guys,” Keith said. He glanced around the room again, before slipping into the booth beside Sarah. He would be able to see Molly’s approach from there. Tom poured him a draft from the pitcher on the table. “Thanks and cheers,” Keith said, holding up his glass, “to love and friendship.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Sarah said emphatically.

It was then that Keith noticed the nervous energy flying between them. Something was going on that he was not privy to and it made him instantly uncomfortable. Not an ideal atmosphere for disclosure, but his news couldn’t wait. Molly could arrive at any minute.

“Something great has happened and I want to share it with my two best friends. Last . . .”

“Me first,” Sarah said, sliding an envelope toward Keith. “Open it,” she instructed.

Keith opened it and withdrew two money orders and a note. The note read: Please forgive me. This will repay all the money I took from our accounts. I was mean and selfish. I know you have the right to turn me in to the police, but I beg you to forgive me and give me another chance. Sarah was kind enough to help me out. I still love you and want us. Yours sincerely, Sheila.

Keith stared from note to money order and into the sober silence that had wrapped itself around the table like a shroud.

“She came by last night when you and Tom were having a drink. She’s changed, Keith. I believe her when she says she wants to make it up to you. She even talked about starting a family.”

Keith just stared.

“I don’t believe a word of it. I told Sarah that she’s crazy and you’d be mad to do anything, but turn her into the police,” Tom said.

Keith just stared. And stared. And stared, until he saw Molly drifting toward him in, what seemed like, slow motion. Her black high-heeled thigh boots and mini-skirt showed off exquisitely shaped legs, while her plum colored scoop necked sweater completed the picture of a truly big-breasted fox. He tried to get up, but his legs failed him. “Molly,” he whispered.

“Oh no,” Tom snarled, “The Bitch Is Back.”

Keith glanced back and could see Sheila’s perfectly proportioned figure decked out in an alluring green jumpsuit, red hair spilling over her shoulders. He thought of a time when the sight of her would have weakened his resolve, but no more. He watched Molly drawing nearer, her steps now slow and tentative. She could see Sheila! Keith jumped to his feet, rushing toward her. The smile that illuminated her face held so much relief, joy and love in its folds that Keith opened his arms wide to give room to his breadth of feeling. Molly folded into him and Keith gathered her up, whispering in her ear, “We have a problem, but I’ll take care of it quickly.”

Keith turned back to the table. Tom had moved to the edge of the seat, leaving Sheila standing in the midst of the train wreck. Sheila glared at Sarah. Sarah gaped back, her mouth hanging open in astonished confusion.

“Hello, Sheila,” Keith said, gathering the money orders from the table and putting them in his shirt pocket. He ignored the note. “Good of you to return the money. I appreciate it and no, I will not turn you in to the police. All I want from you is a divorce and it’s well on the way.”

“I was served papers,” Sheila said. “I think we owe it ourselves to . . .”

“Sheila, there’s no ‘ourselves’,” Keith interrupted her, “and that brings me to my news. You all remember Molly?” Keith asked, not waiting for an answer. “We would like to announce the beginning of our going-out-edness. We’ve found something very special and intend to pursue it with all the passion we can muster. I can’t wait for you to get to know her.”

Tom jumped up and Sheila fell into the seat he vacated. Tom began pumping Molly’s hand with disturbing heartiness, but Molly didn’t seem to mind. They were laughing together like children and Keith loved his friend, Tom, more in that moment than he ever had. A speechless Sarah was patting Sheila’s hand as if it were the head of a stray dog she didn’t know what to do with. Sheila’s face was ugly with rage and disappointment.

“I think I’m going to take my lady away from this madding crowd’s ignoble strife,” Keith announced.

Tom beat his chest and began to recite:
“Full many a flower is born to blush unseen
And waste its sweetness on the desert air
The paths of glory lead but to the grave
far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife
Their sober wishes never learned to stray.
That’s all I remember,” Tom said.

“That’s the perfectly condensed version,” Molly said. “Good for you and Thomas Gray, too,” and off they went giggling again.

“Adieu, you two, and enjoy the fruits of your fruit. We’ll get together real soon. I’ll call you tomorrow,” Tom said.

“Bye,” Sarah said.

“No,” Sheila said.

Keith took Molly’s hand and they left.

“Feel like Chinese?” Keith asked, as a taxi slowed to a stop in front of them.

“If we can order in,” Molly said.

They climbed into the cab and Keith gave the driver his address. He pulled Molly into a comfortable cuddle, as if he’d been doing it for years. “You’ve changed everything,” he said, “and I’m not sure that enlisting is what I want to do, now. I’ll have to think about it.”

They were quiet the rest of the way and when they got into the apartment they headed straight for the bedroom. They undressed each other painfully slowly, nibbling away at anticipation like a hungry model feasts on her salad supper. Then, they lay each other down.

“How many kisses would it take to cover your entire body?” Molly mused. “Let’s see.”

She gave up counting when she settled on his cock and his groaning excitement rushed her fingers to her clit and then deep inside her pussy. They both came, Keith first and Molly soon after and they still hadn’t had enough of each other.

“How many kisses would it take to cover your magnificent mammaries?” Keith asked. “Let’s see.”

He gently twisted and squeezed, teasing her nipples, until she laughed the throaty laugh of a woman on sexual fire. He kissed the surface of each breast like a man newly discovering female flesh. He tickled her areolae with his tongue and then greedily suckled each tit in turn. She grabbed his hand, guiding it to her soaking, sticky cunt. “See what you’ve made me do?” She showed him the wet spot staining the sheet. “Now, fuck me,” she growled.

Because he’d just come, he could take his time. He could move slowly into her, marveling at the topography, heat, wetness and tightness of her willing to be explored pussy. He could increase his pace or thrust more urgently, while enjoying the naked eroticism that increasingly distorted her face. He could withdraw entirely, forcing her to beg, “Put it in, please put it back in!” He did it all. Again and again!

“I want to feel like you own me,” Molly said, her voice cracking with emotion.

Molly’s breasts seemed to be growing and Keith, his eyes devouring their every bounce, rode her like a man totally committed to his formidable obsession.

“Own me, too,” he heard himself say.

She fucked him back so hard, so perfectly good that soon they exploded together in that rare moment when all is lost, yet all is found.

“I love you, Molly,” Keith said.

“I love you, too,” Molly said.

They slept awhile and ordered Chinese food way past midnight. They were very hungry. They were very happy.