“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.
Chapter 11
The sky was clearer than before. The smell of hay crept into her nose and the aroma seemed stronger. In fact, everything appeared better to Molly after having been with Xander.
“What are you thinking, Xander?” she asked, curled up next to him under the blankets.
“I was just thinking about how small we are, you know? The stars up there, they’re so big and bright—we’re so small compared to them. Down here we think that we’re the ones that are big and bright just like them, but we don’t even come close to measuring up.”
Molly thought about the meaning behind his words.
“It’s a lot of pressure to perform, isn’t it?” she asked, hoping for an honest answer.
“Pressure doesn’t even cover it. Everyone expects me to be the biggest and the best, all the time. If I’m not training, I’m prepping. If I’m not prepping, I’m in the office meeting up with some Big Shot trying to get me onto their next deal. It just keeps going, Molly. I don’t know when it will end, but I feel like I’ve been giving up a lot lately.”
Xander sat up, shaking the blanket off of him until it covered just his legs.
“Do you love it?” Molly asked, as she stroked his back.
“Love fighting? I don’t think I’ll ever not love it, but the things you love can kill you. Look at my Mom and Dad.”
Molly was confused now. Were his parents dead?
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be dumping all this bullshit on you. We just met. We’re practically strangers.” Xander began to put his boxers back on.
His words cut like a knife. Strangers? Didn’t we just make love? Molly sat up.
“Well, I wouldn’t say we’re exactly strangers now,” she said, trying to catch a glimpse of his face.
Molly could have sworn she saw a glimmer from the corner of his eye. Probably just the moon. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy that would cry in front of women, especially not one he just met.
“You’re right, we’re far from strangers now,” Xander said, as he put his hand around Molly’s waist, leading her back onto the pillow. The gross feeling in the pit of her stomach quickly dissipated and was replaced by bliss yet again.
“I know one thing though, we should get some sleep before the sun comes up.” Molly moved the pillow from under her head and gave it to Xander, placing her head back onto his chest.
“I’d like to use this pillow for the night if you don’t mind, okay?”
Xander nodded his head and put his arm around Molly’s waist as she reflected on the whirlwind of events from the night and how she felt different, but happy.
Xander kissed her forehead.
“Good night Molly, thanks for coming on this ride with me.”
Molly couldn’t do anything but smile.
Chapter 12
Molly awoke to the sun beaming down on her. She went to move the blankets off of her legs before suddenly remembering that she was naked. Oh no, how am I going to get my clothes on? I don’t even remember where my underwear is.
Molly felt around the sides of Xander and underneath the blankets and pillow, carefully trying not to wake him up. After what seemed like an eternity, she found her clothes and quietly got dressed. The corset gave her the most problems, but she figured out a way to maneuver into it without someone else’s help. I don’t care how great my boobs looked. Never again!
Adjusting to the daylight, Molly blinked a few times and took in her surroundings. Where the hell am I?
Piles of hay were scattered across what appeared to be a mostly brown grassy field. The smell of manure was strong, and she wasn’t sure if the patch of dirt they were parked on was really dirt at all.
Molly noticed a soreness, and felt down between her legs. How could I forget? Instantly, a wave of shame washed over her.
A conversation that she once had with her mother played in her mind. It was the typical ‘birds and the bees’ talk about how babies were made, but Molly’s mother took special care to emphasize the importance of waiting for the ‘right one.’
Pangs of guilt made Molly’s stomach turn, and for a moment she thought she might puke.
Xander, still asleep, rolled over to face Molly. He really is beautiful, isn’t he? Molly stared at his luscious hair, scanned over his flawlessly sculpted face and down to his rock hard stomach. Guilt turned into butterflies, and Molly remembered why she had taken to Xander in the first place. This isn’t so bad, she thought, reflecting on how much fun they had at the club, and how comfortable she had felt with Xander while they were talking, and then after, when they were doing more than talking.
But the things you love can kill you.
Molly thought about what Xander had said during their conversation. She assumed that he was more than the one-dimensional character Elodie had made him out to be, but Molly hadn’t foreseen Xander opening up to her the way he had.
I want to be more than strangers. Molly leaned over to kiss Xander good morning.
Xander let out a few grunts before attempting to open his eyes. Molly, now laying down next to him again, tried to kiss his cheek. Xander grabbed the pillow from under his head and put it over his face.
“I drank way too much last night. My head is fucking pounding. Got any water?” Xander said, his voice muffled.
“Morning. I’ve got a purse with a tube of lipstick and some hand sanitizer. I don’t think you want to drink anymore alcohol though. I was thinking maybe we could go for some breakfast? I’ve been told that coffee and grease help hangovers.”
Molly didn’t want this to end, and breakfast would be a great opportunity to hang out with Xander without being drunk.
Xander tossed the pillow to his side and sat up.
“Yeah, about that. I don’t usually uh … last night was great and all, but I gotta get moving. My manager will kill me if I show up to training like this.”
He pulled the blanket off of himself and Molly, standing up in just his boxers.
“So yeah, if you could grab your things, I’m gonna have to jet on out of h
ere pretty quick.”
Rifling around the truck bed for his jeans, Molly was shocked at the way Xander was treating her. Trying to play it cool, Molly considered asking him for a ride home. The least he could do is take me back to my house.
“I live not too far from here, do you think you could take me home on the way to your gym?”
She was sure he would say yes. He wasn’t like the other guys Elodie had warned her about.
“Love to but I don’t have time for that. Here. Got your purse?” Xander hopped down out of the bed of the truck and waited for Molly to follow.
Stunned, Molly tried to get up but found herself paralyzed. How can he act like this? I thought …
“How about I help you get moving, okay?” Xander grabbed Molly’s purse, and helped her to her feet.
“Think you can manage to get out of the truck?” Xander wasn’t being the gentle, caring guy he had been the night before. Molly tried to search his face for any sign of warmth, and was left with nothing.
Down from the truck again, Xander walked to the driver’s side.
“Just lift the tailgate up and slam it shut. It’s kinda heavy but you seem strong enough.”
Opening the door, Xander climbed onto the seat and took out his keys.
Molly grabbed the tailgate and tried to lift it. Last night he wanted to help me get into the truck and now he won’t even do this for me? Elodie was right after all.
After a few tries, Molly was able to shut and latch the tailgate.
Xander started the truck and put it into first gear. He stuck his head out of the window, looking back at Molly. “Thanks for last night, babe. You were fun.”
Leaving Molly in a state of shock, Xander drove off down the road and out of sight. A swirl of dust made Molly cough. She waved her hands in front of her face to clear the air.
“Are you kidding me!? You asshole!” Molly shouted after the truck, raising her middle finger.
The dust settled and Molly was standing there all alone. Tears welled up in her eyes as she crumbled to the ground. Bowing her head to her chest, Molly let the tears run down her face.
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