Chapter 10
Elodie grabbed Molly´s hand and led her to the dance floor. The DJ was playing a bass-heavy set and the floor was packed front to back. Most of the people were grinding like Elodie had been, and although Molly was aware of that type of dancing, she hadn’t seen it happen in person before.
“Mol! We have to get to the middle!” Elodie yelled, continuing to pull her further into the crowd. Elodie navigated around dancing couples, holding Molly’s hand until they reached the center.
The middle of the dance floor was as hot as a sauna, and Molly could feel herself sweating already. “It’s so hot in here!” she yelled into Elodie’s ear.
“I know! The sweat only makes you look sexier though!”
Molly wasn’t exactly feeling sexy, but being around Elodie somehow always made her more confident, like it was contagious. Now Elodie put her hands on Molly’s hips and started moving them smoothly from side to side in an attempt to get Molly to start dancing to the music. After a bit of coaxing, Molly loosened up as she put her hands on Elodie’s hips.
“Just do what I do, Mol!” Elodie started running her hands through her own hair, closing her eyes and moving her head back and forth.
Molly mimicked Elodie, and soon found herself beginning to understand what Elodie meant when she said it felt sexy to be sweaty and dancing in a room full of people. The energy was unlike anything she had experienced before.
Elodie moved her hands from her hair down towards her chest. Unlike Molly, Elodie had large breasts and the dress she was wearing barely held them in. Although the corset Elodie had given her was uncomfortable to say the least, Molly couldn’t help but love the way it gave her small frame the illusion of curves that she’d never experienced before.
Tracing the lines of her body, Molly looked around the room to see if anyone was watching her. Everyone on the dance floor seemed only to be interested in the people they were dancing with, and it wasn’t until she looked behind her that she saw someone staring in her direction.
Molly felt herself blush, but decided she wasn’t going to look away from him this time. She couldn’t tell if it was the drinking, the dancing, or the combination of both, but she wanted him to see her. At what other time would she ever feel this sexy? It wasn’t every day she could be convinced to go dancing at a club while wearing skin tight clothing.
Molly wanted any excuse to go back to the bar. ‘The Beast’ didn’t seem like much of a dancer, and she wanted to take her newfound courage for a spin.
“I’m tired, El! Let’s go grab a seat back at the bar and take a break!”
Elodie shook her head, smiling. “You go back! I’ll meet you there in a second. This is my jam!”
Back at the bar, Molly grabbed an empty stool and checked her phone for the time. Only 10:30pm! Excited that the night was still young, Molly looked at the drinks laid out on the back of the bar, trying to decide between the cherry flavored looking one and the clear, bubbly one beside it.
“I’d recommend the Long Island Iced Tea. Jerry makes the best one in town, and trust me, you don’t even taste the liquor. Unless you want to.”
Molly turned to her left and saw him standing right there in front of her. Now that he was up close, she saw that he was even more handsome than she’d thought. Molly took a deep breath, remembering that she was still the same confident and sexy woman that had left the dance floor just moments ago.
“I don’t mind a little kick. Does it taste better if someone else buys it for you?”
Molly was surprised by her own boldness, and had to clamp her mouth shut to stop herself from apologizing. Unsure of whether or not she’d just crossed a line, she let out a quiet sigh when she saw him laugh.
“I would never let a beautiful woman like you buy yourself a drink,” he said as he winked at Molly before flagging over Jerry the bartender.
“Jerry, will you get this lady one of your famous Long Island Iced Teas?”
Molly felt her hands trembling. Folding them onto her lap, she contemplated what her next move should be. Act natural, she thought, but this was as far from natural for her as it was for a pig trying to fly. Thank God for the alcohol.
“So, where’s that friend of yours you were dancing with?” Immediately, Molly slumped in her chair. He wasn’t looking at me. Of course, he wasn’t, he was checking out Elodie.
“Oh, that was Elodie. She’s still dancing. We met at the university. She’s really cool, kind of like a big sister to me. I mean, not like a cooler, older sister, but more like a—”
Chuckling again, he said, “It’s okay. I’m sure she’s not as cool as you. One thing is for sure… she doesn’t have better dance moves than you.”
Molly felt herself blushing again. His voice was like molten lava, and she was melting right there in front of him. Molly was about to confess that the whole time she was dancing she was just copying Elodie, but stopped herself before uttering the words.
“The drinks help. So, you were watching me dance? I would say I’m flattered, but now I’m thinking that you must have just been bored.”
This time he didn’t laugh. He looked away from his drink and stared deep into Molly’s eyes, biting on his lips the way he did when he first saw her.
“I couldn’t be bored looking at you even if I tried.”
It was as if everything suddenly happened in slow motion. One minute Molly was alone at the bar, trying to order a drink for the second time in her life. The next minute, she was staring into the eyes of the most beautiful man she had ever seen, watching him as he moved closer and closer toward her. Molly felt a warm hand on her knee, and a thumb grazing her cheek.
Before she could say anything, she felt his lips on hers. Molly pulled away, but not before kissing him back.
“I’m sorry, I just ... I don’t even know your name. The bartender told me they call you ‘The Beast,’ but I don’t really know why.” Molly instantly regretted her hesitation, thinking of the girl he was flirting with before, and knowing she definitely wouldn’t have pulled away. Stupid morals, always getting in the way of fun, Molly thought, as she looked down at her feet.
“That’s just my name when I’m fighting. I don’t go by that name when I’m buying groceries, or you know, kissing gorgeous women like you. It’s Xander.”
Xander, that’s a much better name she thought.
“It’s only fair that you know mine too then. I’m Molly, Molly Tompkins.”
Molly thought of being back in school and how she would introduce herself to other girls. Most of them would pretend to like her, and then never call or text to hangout after saying they would. Elodie had been the only friend to stay true to her word, never ditching or leaving Molly hanging.
“Well… Ms. Tompkins, it is my great pleasure to meet you.”
Xander leaned back in toward Molly. This time with his hands gently placed on either side of her neck. Molly was surprised by the strength of his hands, and even more so by the thrill she felt from being handled in that way. Without hesitation, Xander placed his lips onto Molly’s, starting with a light peck, and then prying her lips open with his. She felt his tongue searching for hers, and tried to think back to what she had seen in the movies. What if she was too slobbery? Was she supposed to put her tongue all the way into his mouth? Whatever she was doing, it was working.
What are you doing Molly? Making out with a total stranger in a club? Molly knew this was completely out of character, but she was finding it easier to fend off these invasive thoughts with every passing minute. Molly stopped over-thinking and started just doing what felt natural. She began to sink further into his lips, taking her clasped hands from her lap and placing them onto his thighs. His legs felt strong. Molly’s hands were small next to his thighs, and she pictured how the rest of his body would look compared to hers.
Now Xander pulled away instead of Molly, but not because he was uncertain.
“Can you wait here for one minute? I promise I’ll be back, I just want to grab something from my friend.” Molly wasn’t sure what he could possibly have to grab, but trusted him nonetheless.
“I’ll be here, Xander.”
Minutes passed and Molly was convinced that Xander wouldn’t be coming back. He probably found someone more experienced. Who am I kidding? One kiss and I bet he could tell I had no idea what I was doing.
While thinking of all the things she could have done differently, she heard a jingle from behind her.
“Ms. Molly Tompkins, would you like to go for a drive with me?” Xander stood, keys in hand.
“Haven’t you had too much to drink?” Molly tried to recount whether or not she had seen him drinking earlier that night.
“I only had a few sips from that iced tea, I’ll be fine. Plus, where I want to go isn’t far. I can’t wait that long anyway.”
Xander had a devilish smile, and even though it made Molly skeptical, she felt an unexpected craving for his touch. His lips were like a drug, and as far as she could tell, she was hooked.
I can’t say no to him. Saying no to a drive with Xander might mean she’d never have the chance to kiss those flawless, round lips again. What does he mean he can’t wait that long? For what exactly? Molly shook her head, she wasn’t going to mess this up.
“What do you say? Don’t leave me hangin’ here. I’m just a guy, dangling some keys in front of a girl, hoping for a chance.”
Molly giggled at Xander. This tall, well-muscled ‘douche bag,’ as Elodie had referred to him, was standing in front of her looking like he was the desperate one now. She appreciated his vulnerability and it made her trust him even more.
The truck was an old, baby blue pick-up. Molly tried not to act too excited as she thought back to her favorite romantic scenes and how close this looked to when the characters went to make love for the first time. No, he doesn’t want to have sex, does he? Have I been misleading him? I’ve never even touched a guy down there before.
As if Xander could feel her nervousness, he took her hand in his and squeezed it tight.
“There’s no pressure, Molly Tompkins. I have this hayfield I like to go out to when I need to do some thinking. How does that sound?”
Molly had spent a lot of time stressed out about school, and when she wanted to escape she would imagine being a farm girl, spending time among the cows and hay bales with the sunshine beating down on her back.
“That sounds perfect, Xander.”
Xander walked around the passenger side and opened the door for Molly. I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all, she thought, as she hopped up onto the seat.
Xander pulled out of the parking lot and started driving down the main road leading out of town. Molly knew this city like the back of her hand, but after a few minutes of driving, she realized she didn’t know exactly where they were headed. “Where is this hayfield anyway?” she asked, looking around, trying to find a landmark she recognized.
“It’s not far from here. You probably don’t recognize any of this because the dirt road I took is pretty much hidden unless you know what you’re looking for. Like my little secret. Well, and the guy who owns the property.” The road was bumpy and Molly could feel the liquor churning in her stomach.
“I’m not used to drinking that much, and this road sure is ... rough.” Molly held onto her stomach.
“I bet that uh ... shirt thing isn’t helping either,” said Xander.
“It’s a corset. Elodie lent it to me, and yeah, it makes it almost impossible to breathe. I don’t know why anyone wears these awful things. I mean, aside from the fact that they make your boobs look fantastic.”
Wide eyed in disbelief, Molly covered her mouth. “I can’t believe I just said that out loud!”
Xander laughed. “Well, for what it’s worth, they do make your boobs look fantastic. If it was between that or breathing though, I would choose breathing.”
Molly remembered that Elodie had tied it tighter than normal, claiming that the more she pulled the bigger her curves would be.
“We’re almost there.”
Xander pulled onto a dirt patch beside a grassy field and parked.
“Now that we’re parked, do you think you could help me loosen it just a little bit? It may make it easier to talk ... and just exist in general.” Molly turned toward the window, moving her hair over her left shoulder to expose her back and the corset lacing. It was hard to see the landscape, but Molly could make out rolling hills and bales of hay scattered around the grass field. It wasn’t hard to imagine why Xander loved coming here. There must have been acres and acres of land, and the vastness could make you feel as if you were the only person in the world.
Xander worked his deft hands, pulling the corset lacing loose enough for Molly to let out a sigh of relief. “Oh that is so much better already.”
Molly anticipated Xander just untying her corset, but instead felt a lingering sensation on her skin. “You have the softest skin. It’s as smooth as silk.” Xander caressed her spine, running his fingers from the nape of her neck to the top of her corset and between the laces. Molly shivered as she felt his lips press onto one shoulder, and then the other.
“Xander, I should tell you something ...” Molly had to be honest with him. What if he thinks I’ve done this before? Did I give him the impression I was some seasoned pro?
“Molly, you don’t have to say or do anything. If you’re embarrassed about being a virgin, then don’t be. Let me show you.” Hearing the word ‘virgin’ aloud felt more insulting and less virtuous than Molly liked. She quickly turned to face Xander.
“I’m not a virgin! Of course I’m not!” Molly practically yelled, startling Xander. Lying is pointless, Molly. He’s going to figure it out the second you clumsily try and undo his belt buckle. Not to mention ...
“Its fine, Molly! Trust me. I was a virgin once too. Here, I’ll be right back. I think this will make you feel more comfortable.” Xander got out of the truck and shut the door behind him. Molly sat still, wondering what Xander could be up to this time.
Xander returned, opening the passenger door.
“My lady?” Xander said, and he held out his hand, palm up, as if he were asking for a dance.
She put her hand in his and stepped out of the truck. Xander led her to the back, where he had a makeshift bed made, complete with fleece blankets and a big comfy pillow.
“I figured we could watch the stars,” Xander said, as he let down the tailgate and climbed onto the bed of the truck. Xander held out a hand to help her and Molly politely shook her head.
“Xander, if I can’t climb up onto the back of a truck, than I’m as helpless as can be. I can do it.” Molly pulled up the waist of her jeans and climbed on up.
Molly sat beside Xander who had already laid down, facing the stars overhead. “There’s only one pillow, but I’ve got a pretty comfy chest I’m told.” Xander put his arm around Molly and gently pulled her to lay down beside him. She cuddled in against him, with her head on his chest and her feet touching his. With Xander she felt safe—as if she had known him for years.
Putting her hand on his chest, Molly started drawing circles with her fingers. She looked up at Xander and saw that he was looking at her too. He slipped a finger under her chin, lifting her lips to his. Finally. The whole time they had been hanging out after the club, Molly was eagerly waiting for the next opportunity to kiss him.
Xander moved his hands from Molly’s face down her neck and to her breasts.
“This corset sure does make it difficult to feel anything.”
Molly hesitated. She had always been self-conscious of her small chest, but Xander had already told her he liked them, and it was obvious that he was attracted her. She rolled over, and asked if he could loosen it a little bit more?”
Reaching for her corset, Xander practically ripped the laces apart. What was holding in Molly’s breasts had now come undone, and she felt the cool breeze run across her nipples. Xander grabbed her waist and pulled her in closer from behind. Molly could feel a warm firmness push against her lower back. Her nipples were sensitive, and Xander began caressing them with his fingers. Between Molly’s legs she could feel a warmth spreading. She had never experienced such an intense sensation, and it kept her wanting more. She guided one of Xander’s hands from her breasts down to her waistband. He swiftly undid the button and zipper, pulling Molly’s jeans past her waist until her lacy thong was fully exposed.
“Expecting someone, were you?” Xander asked, as he examined Molly’s decorative underwear.
I wasn’t expecting this, Molly thought, and rolled over to face Xander. Removing her jeans completely, Molly then pushed Xander onto his back. She threw one leg on either side of his torso, straddling his body and sitting upright. She could see his face only partially under the night sky, but the feeling of his body against hers was enough to drive her mad with lust.
Molly felt where her legs met, and took Xander’s erection into her hands. “Do you have uh ... protection?” she asked. Xander slyly took a condom from underneath the pillow.
“I came prepared.” There was that smile again that Molly already adored.
He felt smoother now. Molly looked down at her legs, unsure of what to do next.
“How about I get on top? I can control the situation better, if you know what I mean.” Xander suggested.
“I’d like that,” Molly said, already moving to lay on her back.
The vision Molly had in the club of Xander towering over her, flexing every muscle, soon became a reality. Molly put her hands on his arms.
“Can you— um. Can you please be gentle.”
With those dark, piercing eyes, Xander promised Molly he wouldn’t hurt her.
She felt a sharp pain as he thrust himself inside her, followed by a burst of pleasure. Molly gasped as Xander entered, moving slowly at first, and only going faster once he saw she was no longer in pain.
With sweat beading down from Xander’s forehead, Molly could taste the salt on his lips. Remembering what Elodie had shown her while dancing, she started moving her hips back and forth in time with Xander. With every push, Molly felt the warm sensation growing until she thought she was going to lose her mind.
“Xander. Xander!” With one last thrust, Xander let out a moan and Molly’s eyes rolled back as she felt an explosion in her abdomen. An emotion rushed through Molly unlike any she had ever felt before—pure ecstasy.