by Laurie Ames
“Of course, it’s going to work!” Molly said right back. “You were invited to the wedding and I’m your plus one!” she smiled. “If I can change Ellen’s mind before she says her vows then it’s a success.” Her confidence made Stella think that if this plan didn’t work before the wedding; she would be the one waving her hands saying ‘Me! Me!’ when the priest asks if anyone is against the marriage.
“All set!” Molly said, zipping the now fully packed bag.
God help us! Stella said before jumping up from her chair. “Let’s get going, it’s a long drive to the airport.”
*****
The room was buzzing with excited chatter and children were running around in a good-natured game of tag. Ellen had just finishing the wedding rehearsal party when she saw Molly leering from the back of the church. She hadn’t been sure she was seeing clearly but when she looked again, Molly was still there. ‘WTF!’
Temporarily forgetting herself, Ellen walked angrily straight at her. Saying nothing, she took Molly’s hand and dragged her away from the church, across the road, then to the back of a building. Here, they were out of view of anyone crossing the street.
“What the hell are you doing here in Dubai?” she asked. “Trying to oust me to the world? Blackmail me for money?”
Molly just stood there in complete shock with hard staring eyes that never blinked. She then landed a slap to her face that entirely wiped the sneer from her face.
“There you go again with that mouth!” Molly said sarcastically. “Trying to rile me up, are you?”
Ellen rubbed her cheek as she recoiled in pain. “What the hell woman!” she said. “What’s wrong with you?” Even like this, even with all the anger trying to force its way out, she still saw Molly as a sexy woman. Who else could rock in just a plain tee and blue jeans? This was stirring up feelings in all the right places.
“Are you back to your senses yet?”
“Back to my senses? What does that mean?” Ellen asked flabbergasted.
“Oh nothing, except that I am going to haunt you all through this wedding until you get back to your senses.
“You are crazy!” She gave a god-awful laugh. “Do you know what that is called?”
“Yes, I know this is crazy and the technical term for this is stalking. I could be arrested for it, but it’s worth it. I am trying to stop the love of my life from making the biggest mistake of her life.”
Ellen looked intently at Molly, and for a moment Molly thought she might have reached her, that she might have come back to her senses.
“What are you doing here Molly?”
“I’m Stella’s plus one to your wedding.” Molly said.
Ellen’s face changed, grew darker.
“No way.” There was no way she was going to let Molly be a part of this wedding. She could barely concentrate with her being so close right now. It will be way worse to think of Molly, as she is sitting with the congregation when she says her vows.
“I am getting married this week,” Ellen said disappointingly. “I’m sorry but it has to be done.”
“Why?” Molly pondered. She just couldn’t understand hiding who she was to please other people, especially when those other people are your family and they are supposed to love you no matter what, warts and all.
“Family.” Ellen said as she let out a lost breath and closed her eyes. Her lashes fanned her face and Molly stared at her delicate features. These were the features of the woman she loved, someone who had always shown tremendous strength, but now looked lost and fragile.
“I need my mom to be my mom and I don’t know if she will accept me if she knows who I really am.” Her voice cracked as a single tear drop rolled down her cheek.
Molly didn’t know what to do, she had never seen Ellen like this, hadn’t even known that this woman had a sensitive side. But she knew what she was going through because a lot of her friends had gone through the same thing before. Molly knew that all she could do right now was be there for her.
She leaned in and kissed Ellen, softly on her lips, letting her know that she could lean on her and depend on her. She felt Ellen kiss her back, felt her open up and accept the love and support. Later she would make sure Ellen saw the error of her ways, but right now all she wanted was to comfort her, and she did.
Chapter Thirteen
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It was a Thursday morning, three days to the wedding and the Page family had invited the party guests for an all-expenses paid three-day retreat. They were presently having a picnic at the back of the huge catholic cathedral, the food was sumptuous, conversation was good, but Molly had only one agenda on her mind: saving Ellen from herself.
"Hi Mrs. Page." Molly said, moving up to Ellen’s mother. She was a small petite woman with a classy pink designer suit and her hair in a frumpy pronounced bun. Molly silently wondered if she really knew anything about her daughter. "It's so nice to see you.”
She turned to her, looked down at her white polo top and black jeans and then looked up sternly as if to be pondering…how could someone wearing such basic attire have the audacity to talk to her. "You are?" She asked her regally.
"Oh, didn't Ellen tell you about me? I'm her very good friend Molly.” She smiled at her, as she noticed Ellen from the corner of her eyes walking up.
"No, I'm afraid Ellen failed to mention it.” She said. “May I help you?”
"Yes, we are very close.” She leaned in as if telling a secret. “How well do you really know your daughter?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.” She said, her interest visibly peaking.
"Excuse me mother,” said Ellen, wrapping her hands around Molly’s forearm. She began dragging her away from the tight secret cocoon. "What the hell are you doing?" Ellen asked.
Molly looked up at her, loving the look of anger she saw in her eyes. Yes, get angry, get very upset! Maybe that will bring you to your senses. "I was introducing myself to your mother, it seemed like you were never going to get around to it.”
"What's wrong with you Molly? I'm getting married.”
“To a man.” Molly added sarcastically.
“YES! Because women marry men!”
“Who fed you that load of crap?”
“Okay Molly, I’ve had enough,” said Ellen as she grabbed her forearm and pulled her through a door into the church. Once inside, it took Ellen a while before she realized they had landed beside a confessional booth. Ellen spun her around and blasted her with a disappointed look.
“I let you stay, and this is how you repay me? After everything I confided in you, you are still going to threaten me with my sexuality?”
"You know that’s not what I’m doing,” Molly said as she rested her head against the confessional booth. “You know why I'm here, no threats no blackmail, it’s just pure and simple.” Just as Ellen was about to comment, they heard footsteps coming. Molly did the only thing that seemed rational to her at that moment; she grabbed Ellen’s hands and pushed her into the booth, sitting on top of her lap as she fell on the seat.
“Shhh.” Molly said. “You don’t want your family to see you here with a lesbian, do you?” She smirked as she thought about how ridiculous this looked. When no reply came her way, she turned to see a discussion was the last thing on Ellen’s mind. A seductive smile was etched on her face that confirmed where her ex-girlfriend’s thoughts had landed.
The tension inside the confessional was thick enough to cut with a knife. When Molly looked up at Ellen, she felt a flutter in her abdomen. Molly dragged her nails up Ellen's back, enjoying the strained sound that escaped her lips. She was the only person that had ever been able to make her feel like this, and that gave Molly a kind of superhero power right now.
Keeping steady eye contact, she lifted Ellen’s dress and slid her hands across her lap and down into the ridge that started triggering sweet friction on Ellen’s core.
“Stop.” Ellen uttered through locked jaws. Molly could see her straining to kee
p control. Right now, she was not interested in some man that didn’t really know her and was probably just marrying her for the fame and money.
Smiling, she ran her tongue softly down her neck, leaving moist trails of fire in their wake. Ellen groaned, holding back. “Stop.” She said again. “This is crazy. My family is just outside.”
Molly ignored her and ran tiny little swirls up Ellen’s throat with her tongue. "Who's my bitch?" Asked Molly as she bit her just under the ear.
"I'm your bitch," Ellen breathed softly. She smiled as she took Molly’s mouth in hers.
Molly let out a deep sigh after this new connection, heaven! All the chemistry between them came raging back. Her tongue sought Ellen’s, first wanting more, then gradually demanding much more. It reminded her of the first time they kissed and the raw passion that had rushed through her body. She wanted this woman to be hers, and the feelings for her were intense.
Ellen seemed to let go, as she slipped her hands into Molly’s hair. She could feel her deepening the kiss, her fingers digging into her scalp taking all that she could. Molly gripped her forearm, as she felt Ellen’s hands find their way into her jeans to tease her throbbing pussy. Their kissing grew more intense as their tongues seemed to partake in a duelling dance.
Molly needed to breath, yet she couldn’t stop the kiss. They were practically in full public view, but both felt like they were the only ones in the world. It was exhilarating. It felt just like the first time they met, simply magical.
Ellen couldn’t believe how mindboggling this was becoming. Just kissing Molly, she was already horny as fuck. But she had to break this up now; her mother could come looking for her any minute. If she saw her like this, she feared how she might react, but she just couldn’t stop, not when Molly was so willing, so pliable. She tried anyways…but the fear of being discovered made this feel so taboo and somehow so very scorching hot. Her mind was saying no, but her libido was saying yes.
"Molly, we have to stop," She whispered against her lips. “Someone might see.” But instead of obliging her, Molly continued to brush her fingertips across the folds of her thighs. She inhaled sharply. She needed to be strong, one last time and she was going to give up. "We have to…" she shuddered, “We have to stop!" But Molly didn’t comply, instead she kissed her neck, her jaws, her ear lobe and all around her lip before settling on her mouth.
“No, I’ll say when we stop,” Molly said. “It has been a long time since I made you cum. Furthermore, you will address me as Ma’am!”
Oh hell! That was it, no more trying to stop something that was long overdue. This feeling was exhilarating, and she wouldn’t have done this with any other person except Molly. She was generous in her intensity, giving more and more. She felt so good and tasted even better. She had deprived herself of this for far too long. It had been months since she’d had sex and she longed to lick Molly’s ass and pussy. Why did she always have to be the good person? For once, she was going to take what she wanted, take what Molly was so desperate to give her. Family and responsibility be damned.
"E l l e n," Molly said, drawing out each syllable of her name slowly and deliberately, "Did you enjoy your time away from me?" Ellen felt like she hadn't even done anything wrong, but the nasty look Molly gave her made her legs turn wobbly.
"It was oh-um-okay," she said, half tongue tied. Suddenly, she felt an irrational urge to fall to her knees and beg for forgiveness.
“You have disrespected me!”
“I’m sorry Miss Molly.”
“Take it all off.” Molly demanded, as she gestured with her index finger.
“Ma’am? Take my dress off here in this confession booth?”
“Yes, you heard correctly. All of it. Right here and right now.” Molly had a stern voice that demanded obedience and cooperation. Ellen immediately began shedding her clothes almost before Molly had even finished speaking. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her red panties and pulled them down and tossed them into the pile of already surrendered garments. There was a cool breeze on her ass as Ellen exposed herself to Molly’s probing hands. That’s when Molly sternly turned to her and inquired, "And did Ellie behave herself while she was galivanting about?"
“No Miss Molly, I did not behave.”
“Yes, that’s the correct answer. Now I want you to stand with your hands up against the wall, your legs far apart and knees straight.
Ellen immediately did everything she was told. "Like this Ma’am?” Her widespread legs left her pubic lips on full display and very accessible. It seemed that Molly wanted to make her feel as vulnerable and exposed as possible.
“That’s perfect Ellie. Now how would you feel if your wedding guests were to come in and witness your humiliation?”
“I would be ashamed, Miss Molly.”
How would you feel if your mother caught you like this?
“I would want to die, Miss Molly, but right now I don’t care about anybody else. I’ve just missed you so much and I’m feeling so horny.”
“Now that sounds better, my Ellie.”
Then there was a loud CRACK and a sharp stinging sensation as Molly's right hand swatted her exposed hindquarters. Her whole body shuddered, and she tensed up. The pain was staggering, and each subsequent blow stung her naked skin more than the blow that preceded it. She writhed and bounced as cries of pain soon escaped her lips, yet she still arched her back and raised her bottom for Molly to punish further. From the way her bottom was stinging, she could tell her ass was rapidly turning red, but she attempted to remain in position. She was spanked again and again, Molly's strong right hand catching the sensitive underside of her bottom near the delicious crease where the buttocks meet the thighs.
“Ouch!” Ellen cried out when she couldn’t take it anymore. It felt like Molly was punishing and tormenting her for all the stress she had put her through these last few months. She moaned and squirmed, but Molly spanked her again and again. Her breasts heaved, her hips squirmed, and she cried out as she was tormented by Molly’s enthusiastic hands. Ellen’s pussy was soaking wet, and a wave of heat had washed over her.
“Oh, I see my Ellie is very wet. You are enjoying our little punishment, aren’t you?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“What would your wedding guests think if they saw your bright little red ass?”
“I don’t care. I just want to cum, my Mistress. Please let me cum for you. I’ve missed this for so long.”
“You can masturbate for me, but I want to be entertained. If anyone comes through the door, you are not to stop, do you understand?”
“Yes, thank you Miss Molly.” Ellen’s mind was full of questions, she felt her heartbeat rise with nervous excitement, but much to her surprise, could feel herself growing even more wet from the thought.
"Ahhh," she sighed, “I just want to fuck myself so badly. I could do this for you everyday, Ma’am." For a few seconds she just leaned her head back with her eyes closed and let herself drift away. She immediately brought her hands to her chest to cover her hardening nipples. Her hands rubbed circles on her breasts, massaging the goosebumps out of them, but soon realized she was just making her nipples hard for a different reason. It brought a familiar tingle to her body, which made her jolt up as she suddenly remembered she was in a confessional booth, stark naked. She crossed one arm over her chest and covered her crotch with the other and looked around, but found they were still totally alone.
“Did I give you permission to stop?”
“I very sorry Miss Molly.” So, content that no one could see or hear her, she again leaned her head back, closing her eyes, and let her hand resume kneading her breasts. She allowed her fingers to graze over her nipples a bit, which made her juices get flowing again. Spreading her thighs just a slight bit, she wormed her middle finger through her lightly trimmed pubes and between her legs, then pressed through her outer labia until she found her ever-increasing wetness.
"Mmmm," she moaned. “Do you like watching me, M
iss Molly? Her voice sounded as though it carried forever in the silence of the room.
“Yes Ellie, I enjoy watching but you must cum for me now, before someone comes through the door.”
Worrying that someone might hear them, Ellen kept her lips tightly sealed and allowed her finger to continue its exploration of her vulva. She probed a bit further, dipping just the tip of her finger into her vagina, then brought her finger up to her clit, causing her to shudder and supress another slight moan. Her finger moved over her clit in gentle circles, while her other hand moved to her other breast, pressing it firmly into her body. She writhed against the wall of the booth, as Molly watched, making her all the more excited. Her heart was fluttering, and her breaths were shallow. Standing in this tiny booth had felt like nothing in the world would ever matter again.
