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Molly Ch 05 Something Unexpected

Molly Ch 05 Something Unexpected

by holister
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My phone sat face down on the bar. I certainly didn't need Paul to see and messages that might come through.

Paul is our school's PE teacher, and a friend since our time at college. He had been the one to encourage me to make use of the school's facilities in the first place. He had a knack for lifting people's moods, and was an exceptional teacher and loved by the girls at the school. It probably had a lot to do with his being openly gay and amazingly attractive.

We sat, chatting and bitching our way through the third beer of the evening. When my phone buzzed, the table vibrated, sending a familiar tingle through both our wrists as they clenched the bottom of our respective beer glasses. Paul finished his and announced that he needed the bathroom in a practiced combination of masculinity and campness, "I need to use the little boys room."

I waited momentarily before flipping my phone over to see the message from Molly.

"Almost time for Suzie to go down for the night. Then it's time for us for a little bit."

My cock found it's familiar semi-hard state again with an urgency that beckoned me to be anywhere more private than a bar.

"Someone special?" asked Paul, obviously reading the excitement on my face.

I wanted to say no, to deny that there was anything, but Paul knew me too well, so I played it down as best I could. "Just someone that I started seeing recently. Not too sure where it's headed yet."

"Well it's about time you got your dick wet again." Paul offered reaching deep into his bucket of masculine stereotypes. "Three's my limit tonight I'm afraid, I have an early training session in the morning."

"Is this with your new boy toy client?" I ask, ribbing him a little to divert attention away from me.

"You wouldn't believe it, he's an adonis. He says that he's straight, but he really seems to enjoy it when I help him stretch." Paul was not a little red as he collected his bag and jacket from the back of the bar stool. "And the shorts that he wears to our training session don't exactly scream 'straight' to me."

As we left the bar my phone buzzed again. Safely nestled in my pocket, I said goodbye to Paul and walked towards my car. As soon as I thought I'd be out of Paul's eye line, I pulled the phone out and opened Molly's picture.

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She was sitting on the kitchen bench, completely naked. Her smile was curiously still so innocent against the rest of her sinful pose.

I took a selfie with the street in the background and, captioning it with "about to go home, my cock is harder and harder every time you message princess."

The bubble appeared almost immediately as she wrote back.

"I think that tomorrow we should probably do something about that cock then. I finish netball at 10:30."

She didn't use a question mark. I got the impression that she wasn't asking. She knew what she wanted, and I knew that I wanted the same thing. Another image came through, she was bent over on the kitchen counter showing me that her cute, tight little asshole was again plugged with her mother's buttplug. She followed it up with another message. "I'd better get dressed again, Suzie's parents will be back soon. Tomorrow I'll have a special surprise for you. Meet me after netball. I'll hang around the courts and wait for you."

I replied with a simple "okay". Which sat on read, and then her avatar disappeared as I imagined her clambering off the kitchen bench top and getting dressed again.

*****

My car wasn't anything that stood out against the sea of SUVs as parent collected their children from various games. The sports complex had about 20 outdoor courts arranged in a big grid behind the stadium. I had arrived too early, and parked towards the back of the lot, waiting and watching as games finished one by one, and collections of lycra clad teenagers piled off with and without parents in different directions.

After about 20 minutes, all the games had finished and a majority of the people had left. From where I was I could just see the unmistakable shape of Molly, alone on one court, practising her layups.

Another few minutes passed, with my cock growing more and more solid in my jeans, and the last people disappeared. I started my car, driving it through the parking lot to pull up at the spot immediately in front of where Molly was practising. Between me and the court was a row of bench seats, on which was a bag, presumably Molly's. She stopped bouncing the ball, wedged it between her arm and the top of her hip and stood, smiling and looking at me through the glass.

I studied her from head to toe, drinking in every inch. She was wearing a black crop top, which showed off her distinct lack of figure, and light blue lycra shorties that highlighted her proud cameltoe. She looked around, making sure that everyone else had indeed left, and then made a come here gesture to beckon me out of the car.

Turning the keys, and opening the door I too look around to see that we are indeed alone. Molly calls out to me, not loudly, just loud enough to bridge the distance over court. "Don't worry, it's a ghost town after our games finish."

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She saunters over and we meet just as I pass the bench seats. She lunges around me and whispers in my ear. "We're all alone here."

It was almost too natural. As she slid gently away from my ear, we drifted into a passionate kiss and cupped her right butt cheek noting just how taught and flat it was. She had dropped the ball somewhere, letting it roll away without a care and we lost ourselves within a passionate exchange of saliva.

After a moment she pushed away gently and said, "take a seat just here."

She was pointing to the seat just next to her bag. Of course I obliged, sitting knowing that the bulge in my pants was particularly pronounced. I looked around again noting that court was right next to a brick changing room and toilet block, not big, but large enough to have facilities marked both male and female.

Molly was now stretched out on the court with her legs spread stretching. It was a natural pose for an athlete, but really, she was presenting her cameltoe. "Watch me stretch."

My eyes fixed on her as she lowered her body and arms out to her right foot.

"Do you like my little shorties, Mister?" She asked, knowing full well that the answer would be an emphatic yes.

"Molly, they're almost perfect." I reply not breaking my gaze from the thinly veiled slit beneath her blue lycra.

I watched then as she let out a stream of pee darkening a patch of her shorties and creating a pool on the court. Without a thought, I found myself rubbing the bulge in my pants, and Molly slid her hand up her leg returning from the stretch, catching the lip of the edge on her shorties to pull them up to show me her pussy as she let out another stream.

"You should open my bag," she offered. "I told you I was going to bring you a surprise."

I lifted up Molly's bag onto my lap and unzipped it. There, on top of a change of clothes were three diapers. At the sight of them, I imagine that my expression went from shock to curiosity to excitement in an instant. I was about to speak, but Molly spoke first. "I want to be your little girl this afternoon."

"You are my pretty little princess," my natural response slipped out. "And it looks like we need to get you into one of these before you have another accident."

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