Back over my shoulder, I asked, “Can I come to yours tonight? It’s pension day, so mum will have a belly full of grog when I get home.”
“Anytime, bud, you know that.”
I get a little help from the government to study, a little over $250/week. I spent some to buy a rib roast and some winter vegetables for Mrs Spencer to cook for us all. Pat has a secure job with the council, but it doesn’t pay much, so whenever I could help, I chipped in something. Neither Pat nor Val would take any cash, so I got around that by buying food or toiletries.
Every now and then, I’d buy Mrs Spencer a bottle of the Britney Spears perfume that I knew she liked but couldn’t afford. I never made a big deal of it. I just left it in the bathroom when I was over.
I didn’t bother going home after Uni. I knew what would be waiting for me there. A mouthful of abuse and a violent fit throw.
When I got to the Spencers’, only Molly was home. She didn’t act any differently from how she had done every other time I’d been over. She didn’t talk much, just let me in, and then returned to her studies.
I’d asked her what she was studying another time. Her response was, “Nothing, really. I’m just waiting for the time to be right.”
“Right for what?” I’d asked
But all she did was smile.
Val’s car pulled into the driveway. Molly gathered her stuff off the table and went to her room.
Just as she was almost out the door, she turned back and said, “Don’t be falling asleep on me tonight. I don’t want to have to wake you up.”
I’m a virgin teenage boy. Those two sentences gave me the biggest hard-on ever.
Mrs Spencer had done some shopping, so I helped her to bring the bags in. She saw the stuff I’d bought sitting on the sink bench.
“Hmm. Rib roast and roasted veggies for dinner sounds perfect.”
Val hugged me, “You’re a good kid, Paul. Thank you very much.”
‘She won’t think I’m a good kid after Molly has had her way with me,’ I thought.
I was both excited and terrified of what might happen tonight. I mean, how do you go about making someone pregnant?
Don’t be silly. It’s 1998. I know the theory of what to do to make a woman pregnant. I didn’t have any practical experience, though. The most I’d done is the little bit of kissing and soft petting described above.
It was only around 4.00 pm. Somehow, I had to get through another 9 hours before my assignation with Molly. I spent it in a complex and ever-changing swirl of feelings, emotions, and desires.
The two primary ones were fear and excitement. Fear it would all go wrong, that we’d be caught and I’d lose my welcome place in their home, and that Molly was bullshitting me, and this was all some kind of sick game of hers.
Excitement that I would finally lose my virginity. By the way the guys talked, I was the last virgin left from our high school years. Excitement that I would get to see some boob, and did I dare hope to see some vag as well?
“Bit hard to make someone pregnant without going near the pussy,” I told myself.
But I didn’t know what Molly would be wearing. Would she be naked, as I hoped? Or would she keep most of her body covered and just lift things up far enough, or aside far enough, for us to copulate?
I kept getting embarrassing erections at inopportune times.
Just as I thought my zipper had to burst from the pressure of my erection, Mrs Spencer asked, “Paul, do you mind grabbing the butter from the fridge?”
Luckily, James came in from the bathroom and grabbed it on the way past.
It was a work day in the morning, so we all settled down to sleep around 10.00 pm.
I lay there, wide awake, both dreading and longing for the appearance of Molly to take me to her bed.
If I got any more aroused, I might have cum without even tossing one off. I considered having a quick wank to see if I could ease some pressure, but it seemed wrong, somehow.
It took 4,000 years to make it to 1.00 am. Of that, I am absolutely certain!
Molly slipped quietly up beside where I was lying and took hold of my hand.
“Come with me, please,” she whispered.
I swung my feet to the floor. Once I was up, Molly put some cushions in a line on the couch and pulled the bedding over them. In the dark, to a casual, sleepy observer, it would seem like I was still lying there.
Trembling with fear and anticipation, I followed Molly down to her room.
Molly closed the door and then lay a towel along the bottom of the door. Molly covered the shade of her bedside lamp with a scarf before turning it on.
The room was filled with a soft, gentle light.
Molly had a full-length dressing gown sashed tightly around her. I was wearing my boxers and an old T-shirt.
Molly and I stood staring at each other. I didn’t know what to do. Was I supposed to make the first move? Wasn’t I supposed to ask permission first?
Our sex education classes at school emphasised the need for constant and ongoing mutual consent. Was this one of those times I needed to ask for it?
I didn’t know. I was too scared to think.
“Paul,” Molly asked in wonder. “Are you a virgin?”
Miserable, I answered, “Yes.”
Molly visibly relaxed.
“So am I, Paul. Would you like to experiment with me? Maybe we can figure this out between us.”
“I’d love nothing more, Miss Molly,” I told her.
“Would you like to kiss me, Paul?”
I nodded.
Molly is barely 5 feet tall (152 cm). I’m 6-foot 4-inches (193 cm). Molly weighs scarcely 99 pounds (45 kg). The last time I weighed myself, I was almost twice that. It took a bit of figuring out how to kiss her.
In the end, I picked her up so I could stand up.
Molly chuckled with delight, then wrapped her legs around my waist. Something very warm was pressed against my T-shirt covered abdomen.
With her legs around me and with her sitting on my hips, Molly was now a little taller than me. She tipped her head forwards and a little to the right, and her lips brushed mine.
I remembered what Helen had taught me and kept my lips firm, but the pressure soft and sucked lightly in as Molly’s lips locked with mine.
We kissed like that for a long time. Molly eventually came up for air.
“That was so nice, Paul. I’ve only ever been kissed by my brothers and dad before. And they sure as hell don’t kiss like that!”
“That was only a chaste kiss, Miss Molly,” I told her. “There’s much more than that.”
“Oh?” She asked. “Show me, please?”
This time, before locking my lips with hers, I softly ran my tongue around the corners of her mouth. I lightly traced the curve of her lips where the top and bottom lips meet, brushed it along her teeth, and repeated the actions on the other side of her mouth.
Molly moaned softly into my mouth as our lips met. Taking advantage offered by her parted lips, I slipped my tongue into her mouth and touched hers with mine.
Molly lifted her tongue to meet mine, and we played our tongues across each others.
My erection was so extreme that it was almost poking out of my boxers and was very close to Molly’s perineum. I think she must’ve felt it as she let herself sink lower.
The warmth between her legs was now only millimetres from the tip of my cock. Unable to control myself, I came.
Some of my shooting cum spat out of the fly of my boxers and landed on Molly’s dressing gown.