Reflect Me

by K. B. Webb

  I heard Lyric stir in her crib then let out a small cry. I looked at the clock and realized it was almost six; Lyric was obviously hungry. I was about to maneuver out of the grasp Molly had me in when the door opened slowly and Wynee stuck her head inside. She saw Molly still asleep on my chest and a contagious smile broke out across her face. Her eyes bounced between Molly’s sleeping face and mine a few times before she walked to Lyric’s crib and picked her up. She put her index finger to her mouth then pointed at Molly. I assumed she wanted to let Molly sleep a few hours longer, and after realizing it was only 6 a.m., I was in total agreement. I had taken the day off to spend time with Molly and I didn’t mind spending a few more hours of that time in bed with her.

  Wynee shut the door and Molly moved slightly then stretched and rubbed the palm of her hands into her sleepy eyes. “Morning, Cookie.” I had dreamed more times that I could count of waking up and saying those words next to her.

  She smiled at me and snuggled back in, “Morning. I wish I could get just a little bit more sleep. I feel exhausted.” She smiled shyly at me and fisted her hand in my shirt before hooking her feet around mine. Molly was intentionally cuddling with me, and not for comfort, because she honest to God wanted to. I felt like the Grinch in that moment, I think my heart grew a size or two, and thanks to my already existing morning wood, so did my dick.

  “Wynee took Lyric just a few minutes ago. So you can sleep, and if it’s okay with you, I’d like to stay in here with you and sleep a little more.” She smiled so her cheeks made her eyes squint and nodded.

  “On one condition.”

  “And what’s that, Cookie?”

  “Cuddle with me?” She looked almost embarrassed, and I saw her cheeks grow slightly pink. She grabbed the hand that was already holding hers and pulled me with her till we were on our sides. She was scooting back to nuzzle her body into mine when I remembered my still very present morning wood.

  “I’m okay with that condition, Cookie, if you’re okay with mine?” She turned so she was lying on her back and looking at me.

  “Shoot.”

  “You have to ignore my morning wood.” Now it was my turn to be embarrassed.

  She laughed a small laugh and rolled back to her side, “I can agree to that. Come here.” She scooted back towards me and I met her in the middle of the bed and wrapped my arms around her. Spooning. I was spooning Molly Scott. The thought made my dick twitch, and by the slight jump she made, I knew she felt it.

  “That’s just a cause of being a guy and waking up, right? You can’t help it?”

  “Usually, yes, but this is the because I’m waking up with you wrapped around me. I wish I could blame this on the morning, but this, this is all your fault, Cookie.” The moment the words left my mouth, I instantly regretted them. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, not even 12 hours ago and then had gone through an emotional bare all in front of her best friends. Fuck. Me. Bad timing was the understatement of the fucking world. I felt her body go rigged and was about to apologize when I felt her scoot in closer. Then I felt her ass start to slowly grind on my dick. Fuck. Am I dreaming? This has to be a dream, a wet dream actually.

  “So, little old me caused the big problem in your pants, huh?” She ever so slowly and perfectly grinded on my already throbbing dick with her perfect ass. Don’t come in your pants, Logan. You are not 15. You can handle, oh God, did she just moan? There it was again. Molly let out a second low, throaty moan when she made contact with my throbbing dick.

  That was when I lost it.

  I grabbed her hip in my hand and then nuzzled her hair out of her face and away from her neck with my nose. I saw goose bumps instantly pop up where my nose had made contact. It was my turn to moan now. “Cookie.” Her name came out as a statement instead of a question. I wanted to ask her what the fuck was going on, but right then all I could think about was how badly I wanted to flip her over and claim her as mine, once and for all. “Cookie, what, what are you doing?”

  She stopped the moment the words came out of my mouth and rolled onto her back before placing her hands over her face. My body missed her warmth and my dick really missed her ass. I would have to take care of this later.

  “Oh my God! Logan, I am so, so sorry. I thought, I mean, you said, shit, shit, shit. I don’t know what I thought. I guess I just thought you, I don’t know, wanted me?” She thought I wanted to her! Where the fuck had this girl been the last few months? Of course I fucking wanted her. I wanted her in my mouth. I wanted her in my hands. I wanted my dick in her so badly; I thought I might die if it didn’t happen soon.

  “Cookie, are you serious right now?” She peeked up at me from behind her hands before grabbing the covers and throwing them over her head with a groan. I pulled the covers off her head, propped up on one elbow and leaned slightly over her body. I pushed her hair out of her face. I couldn’t stop my next action. I had wondered for too damn long what those lips felt like, tasted like, and I finally had to know for myself. I ran my thumb across her bottom lip and she parted her mouth, her tongue darting out to skim the calloused skin. I groaned loudly and she moaned simultaneously.

  I had officially lost all coherent thought. All I saw was the woman I was dying to be with, finally showing she had interest in me. Was it fucked up that she hadn’t even been single for 24 hours? Yes. Was it even more fucked up that the last guy she had been with was one of my best friends? Yes. Did I give a flying fuck in that moment? Hell fucking no!

  When my mouth made contact with hers, there was an instant moan that was hands down the sexiest sound I had ever heard, that came from deep in her chest. She wrapped her hands in my short hair, pulling at whatever she could. She ran her hands down my back before running back up and looping around my shoulders. She pulled me towards her, trying to get me to lay on top of her and I happily obliged, careful not to put my weight on her sore ribs. She spread her legs so I could lie between.

  We had the perfect groove of tongue prodding, lip biting, and hip grinding. She slipped her hand down the front of my already lose shorts and ran her hands across the outside of my boxers that were barely holding in my rock-hard dick. I growled and broke free from her mouth, baring my face in her neck. “Fuck, Cookie!” She slipped her hands inside the fabric and freed the part of my body I was so desperate for her to touch. Her soft hands were the perfect contrast to my thick, hard dick as she started working my tip to base, over and over.

  “Let me take care of you, Logan, please?” she whispered in my ear and bit down on my earlobe harshly. Another growl and I reclaimed her mouth. It took everything I had to not rip her shorts off and bury myself inside her at that moment. Instead, I slowly slid a hand between us. I ran my hand up her shirt and felt goose bumps grow a path along my touch. I made it to where her bra should have been, but instead, I was met with soft milky skin. Molly was braless? Oh fuck me! I ran my thumb across her puckered nipple and felt her hips rise to meet where her hand was still working wonders on my dick. She gasped and pulled away from me, throwing her head back and moaning deeply in her throat. My girl needed her release too. I knew mine was coming soon, so it only seemed fair I returned the favor.

  I ran my hand back down her stomach and let my fingers trace the outline of her shorts before I slipped my hand inside. She threw her head back again, gripped my dick harder, and started working me even faster. I slid my fingers along the outside of her lace panties. I teased her till she looked like she might break soon, and until the material my fingers had been touching was soaked. I finally slipped a finger inside her lace and instantly started stroking her clit. She rolled her head back and body bowed. Fuck me. This was better than anything she could ever physically do to me. I pulled away from her, which pulled my dick out of her grasp. She whined until I pulled her shorts off her and went back to working her swollen, pink clit. She was shaved, fucking perfect and so pink and so soaking wet for me. Only me. I plunged a finger deep inside her, then two and could tell she was working hard to keep her
moans and screams to a low roar. “Logan. Oh God, Logan. I need to … I need to … mmm. Logan, please.” Begging and saying my name, oh yes, this was better than any fucking fantasy I had ever had.

  I backed off the bed and turned her so her legs were draping over my shoulders. I had to taste her. Had to fucking feel her muscles twitch under my tongue. God, I was so close, so fucking close, and I wanted nothing more than to jack myself off while Molly came in my mouth. I propped up on my knees and sucked each of Molly’s swollen lips into my mouth before licking her slit from top to bottom. With one hand, I gripped her thigh while I sucked her throbbing clit into my mouth before slightly biting down on it. With my other hand, I worked myself repeatedly using the taste of Molly in my mouth to egg me on even more. I stuck one finger inside and made a come-hither motion while simultaneously sucking and lapping at her clit. “Oh, God, Oh, Logan, I’m going to come.” I moved my mouth away from her and worked her with my fingers while I felt her walls close in on them. I watched her. Body bending back, hands gripping the sheets, legs shaking, mouth open, moaning and calling my name, head thrown back and eyes closed. “Come for me, Cookie, come now. Come with me.” I felt the death vice on my fingers followed by Molly screaming, “Yes” over and over, which threw me over the edge I was already hanging off. I called out Molly’s name as I came all over her bed sheets, working my hard dick till every last drop was released.

  Neither of us spoke or moved for a few moments. I lifted my head from her bed, between her legs where I rested it after what had to be one of the strongest orgasms I had ever had in my life. Self-induced or not. I saw a towel on Molly’s floor and reached for it. I cleaned Molly and saw her leaning up on her elbows watching me with a look of uncertainty on her face. After cleaning my beautiful girl, I turned to myself and cleaned the mess I had made. Luckily, most of my mess had ended up on me.

  Molly sheepishly looked away from me and scurried to the side of the bed looking for her clothes. She hid under the covers while she slipped her shorts on. Acting as if I hadn’t just had her coming with my hands and my mouth. She wouldn’t look at me; just turned over facing away from me while I slipped my shorts on, sans boxers, which were in serious need of a washing.

  Shit, she regretted it. Of fucking course she did. I took advantage of an emotionally unstable girl for my own pleasure. I was no better than Brian.

  I crawled in behind her and pulled her to me again, deciding to not brave facing her yet. “Cookie? Cookie, do you, do you regret what just happened?”

  She turned over so she was facing me. She had tears in her eyes. Fuck me. I had made her cry. I wiped away her tears, “Cookie I am so, so sorry. Please don’t cry. I am nothing to cry over.” She laughed and shook her head and sniffed while wiping under her eyes with her fingers. She had totally ruined the mascara she had fallen asleep wearing, yet she looked breathtaking.

  “See, that’s where you’re wrong. You are most definitely something to cry over, Logan Wade. I’m sorry for pouncing on you. I don’t know what you want, or how you feel, but I know how I feel and I acted on it.”

  “And how do you feel, Cookie?” Please feel the same way. Please don’t say that you want me as a rebound or some fuck buddy.

  “Well, um, shit, Logan, thanks for putting me on the spot.” She was nervous. She was so cute when she was nervous. “Well, I like you, a lot. And I am obviously attracted to you. And I want to get to know you better, but I don’t want to dive into anything. I want to go slow for the first time in my life. Ugh! There I go running my mouth again. Go slow! I don’t even know how you feel, and I am already assuming enough to say we need to go slow. Dear God, please let the earth shallow me right now. I would totally appreciate it.” I laughed at her praying hands and closed eyes. I didn’t think God did favors in situations like this.

  “Cookie, look at me.” She did. “I want what you want; honestly, I want more. But going slow is probably a better idea. One day at a time. But what just happened between us, I want to happen again. And soon. Like very, very, very soon. Can you handle that?” She bit her lip and pulled back a smile.

  “Now, let’s rest up from the phenomenal orgasms we both just experienced, and pray that Wynee didn’t hear us, because if she did, we will never hear the end of it.” She laughed and shoved me in the chest before placing a soft kiss on my lips. She then rolled over so we were in the position that started the life changing events that had just occurred.

  After a few moments, I heard Molly’s breathing even out and the grip she had on my arm loosened slightly.

  Molly Scott was sleeping next to me and had just admitted she had feelings for me after I felt and tasted her come.

  Fuck me. If this is a dream, then I have no plans of ever waking up.

  It had been two weeks since that morning with Logan, the morning that changed everything for the better. We were still taking it slow, day by day, but God, it was amazing.

  That fateful day, when we finally left my room hours later, Wynee had a huge smile on her face and blushed at the sight of us. Justin high fived Logan when he thought I wasn’t looking. I was completely embarrassed.

  After Wynee laid Lyric down for her nap, she dragged me outside and made me give a detailed recap of the event that she had heard that morning. She was swooning by the end and was already trying to plan my wedding with Logan. She said she “knew” that we were “soul mates”. Wynee thought she had some kind of magical powers that could predict the future. She didn’t. She just jumped to conclusions at the first chance she got.

  That afternoon, I finally decided to move Lyric into her own room. I loved her sleeping in the same room as me, but I had a feeling that Logan would be spending more time with me, which meant mommy needed her own room. The boys broke down the bed that was in Brian’s old room and placed it in the storage unit to the side of the house, and we moved her crib into her new room. The five of us then spent the day shopping for new stuff for her room. Lyric was one spoiled little girl. She got new toys, clothes, bedding, curtains, and decorations, not that she’d even know. Her day was spent cuddling with Logan and chewing on his hat, her favorite toy.

  That night, Logan went back to his apartment, but he had spent at least three nights a week with me since that morning. We spent hours lying in bed just talking about life, our pasts, and our future. But we also spent time getting to know each other on a much more intimate level. I was so grateful that Logan never once tried to push me toward having sex with him. I knew how I felt about Logan. I knew I wanted nothing more than to feel his thick length buried in me to the hilt, but I just wasn’t ready.

  I hadn’t had sex in months, and I was self-conscious. Logan had never seen me without my shirt on in the light. I always made sure the room was pitch black before he ever got the chance to take my shirt off. I was embarrassed by the stretch marks that covered a large portion of my stomach and my generous love handles. I had seen pictures of Lizzy, so I knew the kind of girls Logan had been with before me, but I was fairly certain that girls like her didn’t have marks over their bodies from carrying a baby like I did.

  Wynee kept telling me Logan wouldn’t care. And deep down, I knew she was right, but I cared. I wanted to be everything he ever wanted, and I felt like I was coming up short. I’d heard stories of his ex-fiancé, Lizzy. He had told me about their relationship and how things had ended for them. The way he described her made her seem like the polar opposite of me. She was a party girl who came from a family with money and went to some fancy law school. I was just some small town girl, with no real blood relation family, who took online classes and worked at a bar.

  I had broken down a few nights before and told Logan about the college classes I was taking. He seemed so proud and honestly in awe of me. He kept telling me how great it was that I could work, go to school, and raise Lyric. I had made some comment about how my associate degree in business was nothing like law school. Yeah, I had openly compared myself to his ex in front of him. Logan never got angry with me, but aft
er that remark, it was obvious he wasn’t happy. He kept explaining to me that he didn’t give a shit about law school, or Lizzy. He spent the next hour explaining to me that he felt more for me than he ever did for Lizzy. He used the word love to describe how he felt about how hard working I was, how strong I was, and how great of a mother I was. I had a little light bulb moment and realized that if Logan Wade could love parts of me, then I damn sure could start loving myself again.

  I still hadn’t told him about Colt, but I knew I would have to soon. Wynee was on my ass about it all the time. “It won’t change the way he feels about you, Molls. That boy thinks the sun shines out of your ass.” Those were her wise words of wisdom for me. I was just so damn scared of what he would think of me. It wasn’t just the story of Colt that I was scared to tell him, it was the story of all the things that came after. My coping mechanism for losing him. I didn’t handle it well, and I was terrified of how Logan would see me once he knew the whole truth. I think in my heart I knew that eventually, the other shoe would drop. Girls like me didn’t end up with guys like Logan, and I knew that there would be an end eventually. I was holding on as hard as I could to make sure that end didn’t come anytime soon.

  It was a normal Wednesday night, and I was getting ready for work, smiling like an idiot because Logan had been texting me all day long talking about his big plans for our first official date that weekend. Over the last few weeks, he had taken Lyric and me to eat, to play at the park, and to the zoo. But the only alone time we’d spent without her was at night after she went to bed and when I was working. He had finally convinced me to let him take me on a real date on Sunday, and even though I acted apprehensive, I was dancing around like a little girl inside with excitement. He wouldn’t tell me what his big plans were, but I couldn’t wait to find out. I told him that dinner and a movie would be fine with me, but Logan said that was too predictable. He wanted more for our first official date.