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They Didnt Wait For Dessert

They Didnt Wait For Dessert

by eggplant2581
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Chapter 1

Being two weeks until Christmas the weather was certainly not cooperating. It was the Midwest, and it had been an unorthodox Fall season. The temperatures had been very mild, 50's and 60's. There had been no snow whatsoever. A very strange December, and no change in temperatures or was there any snow predicted. It was most unusual. There was more activity outside, and that included home invasions!

Two families, close friends, at that, were getting ready to spend a Friday night together. Rich and Stephanie Connors, and their daughter, Molly were the host family. Their friends Chip and Cindy Davis were coming over for dinner and spend time opening gifts and go to a Christmas Concert at a local venue in town. All 4 were teachers, all but Rich taught at the same junior high school. Rich taught high school in another district. Molly, 18, was a senior in her mom's district high school.

Rich was unable to be home, he coached a junior college men's basketball team. This weekend they had a 3-day tournament about 200 miles away. Stephanie wasn't happy with him, but this was the only day Chip and Cindy could make work. Stephanie's unhappiness was made much better when she found out Molly could join them for the night. She had a "date" for a school sanctioned "dance." Molly said she'd leave early and be a part of "maybe dinner," but certainly most of the night. She had both Mr. and Mrs. Davis as teachers in 6th and 7th grade. She had always had a very friendly relationship with them.

Molly was the first one home from school, and got to tell his father good luck and good-bye. She would change into her dress for the dance. She'd drive to meet the group of friends who were going together. She was gone before her mom got home to change and start dinner.

Molly had physically changed since her 7th grade days with Cindy. She was of small frame and undeveloped body wise. She was a cute kid, who looked like just a young kid. Now she had grown to a 5 foot 7-inch beauty. Her sister Maddie, 20 years old, a sophomore in college was always the "pretty" one. She definitely was pretty, but now Molly had maybe caught her sister in looks, and possibly was considered beautiful! Molly was athletic, playing volleyball and basketball. She owned a fit young body, with 34B breasts, slender, long legs, and a nicely shaped butt.

Stephanie arrived home about 45 minutes later, she got the dinner started in the kitchen. Once she was sure she had all her bases covered as far as food she headed upstairs. Steph, as her friends called her, was 43 years old. Standing 5 foot 7 inches, with a very slender body, she had a small chest, 32B bra. Her legs were exquisite, from many years of running almost daily. Her calves were thick from all that running, but well-toned and her thighs were lean and sexy! It was her butt that drew attention, as well. It was round, and full! In fact, Molly was on her way to inherit her mother's rear end! Steph wore her hair short, cut at mid-ear, brown, with blonde high-lights in her bangs.

She put on a one-piece dress, black, with long sleeves, that zipped up the back, with a sash like belt, tied around her waist. The hem ended 3 inches above her knees. What Steph liked about the dress was the 5-inch front slit! She put on a pair of black pumps, with 2β…œ-inch heels.

Before heading back downstairs she applied a touch more lipstick, touched up her hair, and changed to a pair of small hoop earrings. Her heels clicked on the wooden stairs going back to the kitchen. She was excited to spend time with Chip and Cindy, with Molly joining them.

Chip was waiting for Cindy downstairs, flipping through channels on the TV. Cindy had yelled down "just 5 more minutes, honey..... promise." Chip knew it would be 15 minutes. He just shook his head and sat back. He let his mind drift to imagining what Stephanie might be wearing. He had kept his lust for Stephanie hidden from Cindy and Steph. He did enjoy being around Stephanie, at school, and when the couples got together. He lived his life with the burning feeling of wanting a woman who belonged to another man. He did know Rich wouldn't be there, but there was still only the thought of looking, enjoying, but not touching.

Cindy interrupted her husband's mind thinking of Stephanie, with, "you ready honey, let's not be late!" It came with a frustrated expression on Cindy's face, hand partly on her hip, the other hand with a palm up, like, "are you ready?" Chip was jolted back to reality from his Stephanie fantasy.

Chip looked at his wife, she looked gorgeous, dressed up nicely. He realized he had two women in his life that he had fantasies about! One he made love to physically, whenever they both wanted, and Stephanie, whom he could only have sex with in his own mind,

Cindy had on a pullover white sweater, tight enough to showcase her round 36C breasts perfectly! The sweater hung over the waistband of her dark blue skirt. The skirt's hem was a tad shorter than what she would wear to school. The hem was a good 3 inches above her knees. She stood waiting for Chip in black pumps, with 2 ⅝-inch heels, and sexy straps around each of her ankles. He did notice she had pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail! He liked when she did that.

Chip got up to hug his wife and tell her he loved her, and how beautiful she looked! He was wearing a pair of gray slacks, a light blue shirt, with pullover white sweater over it. He had on a pair of black loafers.

They got their coats, Cindy her purse, and a pie she had baked, to bring for dessert. They were looking forward to a nice, relaxing night with Stephanie, catching up. They knew Rich was gone, coaching, but both were certainly looking forward to seeing Molly. It had been since summer that they had seen her.

The Davis's arrived a few minutes sooner than Stephanie expected them to. Molly wasn't back from the dance yet, Cindy volunteered to help Steph in the kitchen. Chip sat at the table, moving his chair away from the table in order to admire the bodies of his wife and Stephanie's. He joined in the conversation at times, preferring to just observe the womanly curves being displayed!

Then the side door from the garage opened and in came Molly! She looked towards the kitchen and her mother, but caught the Davis's out of the corner of her eye. She knew they were coming over, but Molly had lost track of that. Yet, she was excited to see her former teachers, and now friends.

"Hi.. sorry I'm..... oh hi Mr. and Mrs. Davis... sorry I'm late mom...."

Molly gave her mom and then Cindy a hug, sat down, then shook Chip's hand. She was completely full of energy and that was usual in any day of Molly's. Bubbling with enthusiasm described Molly so well.

She had come from the dance, and was clad in a, sexy, turquoise, dress! She was spectacular, although it seemed to Cindy and Chip that Mom was more than a bit embarrassed by what her daughter was wearing. Stephanie Connors was a conservative woman. Steph's face revealed her possible displeasure at what Molly was wearing.

The dress was one piece, zipper in the back, spaghetti straps, starting off as one strap in the front up to her shoulders, then turning into two straps. The neckline was a scoop design, not too deep, or revealing too much of her chest, but it was more loose fitting than tight. If she bent forward, or leaned too far down, her two young breasts could be seen. Chip already had got a glimpse as she sat down and leaned forward to pick up the water pitcher. It was the first time Chip had gotten to see the tops of Molly's bare breasts! First thought he had was Molly's tits were bigger than her mothers.

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The rest of Molly's dress was revealing, even more so, the hem of her dress only fell to just above mid-thigh, even standing up! The leggy Molly was quite beautiful, she had come so far since 7th grade, when Chip coached her in basketball for the school team. She was very short, hadn't developed her body, and had that small, mousy appearance about her. She was very popular even then. Chip realized she was much prettier now than back then, she was amazing as she sat at the table talking.

Her shoes were a pair of light shaded turquoise pumps, with a strap across her ankle, in the front. The toe of the pumps were rounded, and the heels were 2 1/2 inches.

Stephanie cooked up one of her Italian specialty, Lasagne! She also had salad, homemade bread, and Minestrone soup. Cindy's dessert was a Snickerdoodle pie! There was several bottles of wine, both White and Red, along with coffee.

Steph had food on the table, and invited everyone to the table. The table was rectangular, with chairs for 6. The kitchen was long, from the middle of the house to the very back, on the left side. Between the kitchen and the table was a long 6 foot inland.

The meal began the conversation ranging from school, Rich's coaching weekend, spring break plans, it was coming in 3 months, and even movies that had seen recently. It was a good back and forth conversation. Molly spoke fast, and it all sounded like the typical teenager! She brought a smile to Cindy, Chip, and even Stephanie! Her daughter could always bring a smile to her face.

The conversation moved to the concert they were going to see. With Rich gone there was an extra ticket.

Stephanie spoke to Molly, "Would you want to go with us old folks? I think it would be fun, to have you come along."

Both Cindy and Chip's voices were heard trying to convince Molly to accept. Food was being passed around, there was a clutter of different noises. But Molly heard what none of the others heard, a noise that caught her attention....

Griffen and Vincent were casing home in the neighborhood. Griffen, at 35 was the rough biker type. He was thick, with a short, black Mohawk, with a matching short, beard and mustache. His partner, Vincent, 'Vin', was 34. He was more of a brownish skinned, black man, muscular, with short, tight, curly hair. The black, squared-off, beard on his face, with no mustache, made him resemble a Muslim Terrorist. A reason Griffin often jokingly, called him, 'Big Osama'. They were both career criminals, with high contacts in all levels of the criminal underground. A few weeks back, they caught a couple of young women and their boyfriends unaware in a similar style theft. Vin got hard remembering the resulting sex-fest. Here they were again, casing another home. This home though, seemed to occupied from the light shining through a kitchen window. The pair were prepared to move on to another home, empty of occupants, till Griffen stopped.

"Wait, Big Osama, maybe it's another pair of hot Chicks?" Griffen said with a wink.

"You Shit, You still recalling that?" Vin replied. (Like he wasn't recalling the same thing.) He shrugged his shoulder: "Go ahead and look, Horndog."

Griffin crept through the dark backyard, edging closer to the kitchen window. Lifting his head up, he peered through a corner of the glass. A young woman crossed by. She wore a very short, one-piece, turquoise, dress. "Shiiit," Griffin whispered through his teeth. She was bending down, taking a pitcher of water from the fridge. His cock locked on to what his eyes saw. As the girl left the room, Griffen followed her, by shifting to a dining room window. The hot girl looked to be around 20. She stopped at a table, pouring water into 4 empty glasses. Sitting at the table were 3 others; One man, and two women. While older, both women still piqued his interest. he waved Vin over.

Vin joined his friend at the window. Both watched at the short haired woman rose. She did not have much in the tit department, but it was her legs and ass that caught their eyes; Especially though the long slit of her black dress.

"I saw no one else in the house?" Griffen remarked. it was more of a question then a statement.

"You're so bad, Griff. Thinking with your dick again?" Vin replied.

"What does your dick say?" Griffen asked.

"I'm game. I see no problem with the guy. That seems to be his wife on the left. What's your plan?" Vin questioned.

Griffen pulled his gun. It was a Smith & Wesson 460 revolver with a 5 inch ported barrel. It kicked like a Son-Of-A-Bitch, but it drew an A+ for intimidation. "I'll try the backdoor."

Griff tried the door. It clicked open: Unlocked. They both looked at each other and smiled. Into the kitchen both men crept. The aroma of fresh lasagna hit their senses.

"Mmm, I'm starved," Vin whispered.

"We could always eat first," Griffen responded.

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Molly thought she had heard something. She rose from the table to check the kitchen. 'Maybe I left the fridge open,' she thought. Turning the corner, she was met by a large shadow. Then the wide palm of a hand clasped her mouth. Molly glimpsed the figure of a large black man. He held her tight while she squirmed. Another entered her picture: A white man with a black Mohawk and wild eyes. The stainless barrel of a gun was held to his lips: "Shhhh," he said. The men entered the dining room, Molly in tow.

Stephanie looked up first, in surprise. "Molly!" she cried out.

Before any of the group could move away from the table, Griffen waved his gun, then pointed it at Molly's terrified face. "Sit right back down, Boys and Girls. No screams. No quick moves, or Sexy's brains cover your wall," he threatened.

The group sat back down. Chip held up two empty hands. "We are no threat. Please, let her go. What do you want?"

"Don't...Please don't hurt my baby," Steph added.

"Right now. We're hungry, and this shit smells good," Griffen replied.

Vin kicked one of the empty chairs out and sat down. He maneuvered Molly onto his knee. Griff took the other chair. "Seems you left two places for us," he said. His eyes wandered over the group. "Names?" he asked.

Chip found himself quickly in the position to take responsibility for the women in the room. He feared these men, and knew he had no chance of stopping these 2 thugs. All he could think of was to stay calm, and try to keep the situation under control. He choose to cooperate, answer their questions. His heart was beating fast.

"I'm Chip, Cindy, and our friend; Stephanie, and her daughter; Molly. This is their house." Chip answered, also feeling guilty for betraying all of them by revealing their names, but thinking he was truly taking the Male responsibility. He didn't point with his finger, he nodded, slightly, in the direction of each woman as he named them.

Griffen looked at Steph, noticing her ring. "You, where is your husband?" he questioned.

"He... um..... stepped out. He will be back any minute," she said.

Griffen gave her a look. Slowly, he cocked the hammer back and raised it to Molly's forehead.

"No!" Steph gasped aloud.

"I suggest you don't lie, Bitch. There are only four places set at this table. I'll ask you again; Where the fuck is your husband?"

"He... He....He's a coach... He left on a 3-day basketball tournament. I'm sorry. Please, please, don't hurt her," Steph replied.

"Put that down,' Chip said, 'You know that if you set that cannon off, it'll be heard from miles away."

"Won't really matter to the one that's dead; Will it?" Griffen answered.

In seconds, Vin whipped out a large knife. Its six-inch blade sparkled in the lights. Everyone gasped. "Who says he has to use the pistol?" Vin remarked. He took the blade, resting it under the swell of Molly's breast, and lifted up upwards. "After all, a blade is much more intimate." Vin slammed the point of the blade into the table surface. The knife vibrated back and forth. "Now, are we done weighing balls, Buddy? You are far outnumbered there."

Chip just stared back in hatred and fear.

"I thought so," Vin said. He looked to Stephanie. "You, go get us a plate. Can't you see that your guests are famished?"

Steph stood, heading off to the kitchen to fetch the meals.

"I'm watching you," Griffen said, while licking his lips, and eyeballing the swaying ass in her black dress and high heels!

Stephanie knew. She could feel his eyes. 'Better me than my daughter,' she mused. When she returned, Griff had Steph move her plate next to his, forcing her to sit on his right. Across the table sat Chip with Cindy on his left. Vin took the head of the other end leaving Molly to ride his leg. Other than childhood, Molly had never ridden a man's thigh. Squirming caused her short dress to ride higher up her thighs. The warmth of his leg was close to touching her panties beneath. Steph fared no better. While Griffen ate, his right hand wandered up and down the nude hose covering of her thigh. The dress' slit rose farther up her leg.

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