Uncanny Love Tales – (038) The Molly Folly
Molly Curtis was a nurse at the Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford as was, her on off girlfriend Samantha Elliott.
When they first met Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love she was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Sam was gay and only gay, she had only once had a man, whereas Molly swung both ways and as often as possible.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her cousin Simon Fisher who was a salacious writer who had a house in Bushy Down.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Simon put it about as much as she did.
Molly had suggested to Sam that a weekend away would be nice, a change of scenery which could only help their relationship, although that wasn’t all that Molly was planning.
She proposed a surprise visit to her cousin’s house on the pretence of using it as a base for the weekend.
Samantha however saw through this ruse immediately and refused to go.
“You only want to go to Simons so you can have unnatural relations with him” she said
“That’s not the reason at all babe” Molly said, “The thought never crossed my mind, honestly”
A long-protracted argument ensued and ended with Samantha saying
“You have to promise you won’t have sex with Simon, or I’m not coming”
“Nor am I by the sounds of it” she thought to herself
“Ok I promise” she lied
On the journey down from Abbottsford, Molly was in reflective mood as she mulled over in her mind the different scenarios that might lead to her getting what she wanted from her kissing cousin without Sam finding out.
However, when they got there, they found the house in darkness and no sign at all of Simon.
The reason for that was that at that precise moment he was in a bus shelter snogging a bald Anglo-American girl by the name of Dakota, after a drunken evening in the pub.
However, a snog was all he got, and it appeared to all intents and purposes that Molly was going to get less than that.
When Simon arrived home nursing his lovers balls, he was surprised and pleased to see Molly’s car parked outside the house, he put his hand on the bonnet and it was still barely warm to the touch so he figured it must have been there a while.
His first thought was to go and find his kissing cousin and she how hot her engine was, the house was in complete darkness so he assumed Molly had already turned in, but he knew how to wake her up and what with.
He went into the lounge and sat down on the sofa to take off his shoes, but due to a combination of excessive alcohol and a ridiculous number of late nights, which had clearly taken their toll on him, so he promptly fell asleep and woke up there 6 hours later.
When he did wake up, he still had the vivid images in his mind of naked hairless women performing every conceivable sexual act on him and as a result of his sensual dreaming he was sporting a spectacular early riser.
Though that wasn’t the only stiffness he felt when he rose from the sofa, but he thought a hot bath would sort that and he had other plans to ease his other stiffness.
Before he went upstairs to surprise Molly, Simon stood in the downstairs bathroom trying to relieve himself, not easily achieved with a dawn horn, he found adopting the ski jumper stance was the most effective but by no means fool proof, he would have to mop that up later he thought.
Once he had finished, he looked down at his erection
“So, what are we going to do with you?” he said
The leading contender was of course Molly who was A) a nice comfortable shag and B) in the house at that very moment.
“She’ll do,” he said and quickly undressed, had a wash in the sink, cleaned his teeth, rinsed with mouthwash, and squirted liberally with deodorant and then addressing his erection, said
“Now let’s go for a spot of borderline incest”
He crept upstairs to the spare room and slipped into bed, she was lying on her side with her back to him, so he cuddled up and spooned her. and kissed the skin of her shoulder and breathed in her perfume, which was an unfamiliar fragrance.
“Mmmm” she murmured as he nuzzled her neck and slid his hand round on to her breast.
After climax she relaxed and they lay still for a moment enjoying the afterglow then he patted her arse, kissed her shoulder, and withdrew.
“I’ll see you later babe” he said
“Mmmmm” she murmured and Simon slipped out of bed and left the room, his manhood slowly wilting after its sensual outing and to his surprise he met Molly on the landing coming the other way, wrapped in a damp towel and Simon did a double take, and wondered how the hell she got out of the room before him.
Molly didn’t speak at first, she just looked at Simon and then his semi hard manhood, then at Simon again and then back to his shrivelling dick.
“You just fucked Samantha,” she said accusingly
“While I was taking a bath, you fucked Samantha” and then she laughed.
“I thought it was you,” he said in his defence
“You didn’t notice anything different?” Molly asked
“It wasn’t your usual perfume” he replied
“Really?” she said inquisitively “You noticed my perfume was different, but you didn’t notice the fact I’d suddenly grown a huge arse”
“That’s not a very nice thing to say about your friend,” Simon said reproachfully
“She’s not my friend, she’s my girlfriend” Molly corrected him
“Ah” He uttered “I just thought you’d filled out a bit”
“Filled out a bit, filled out a bit,” she repeated disbelievingly “How could you not tell I’d grown two dress sizes?”
She said and punched him on the arm but then she was laughing again
“Her arse is much bigger than mine” she reiterated and punched him again then she looked at his droopy dick again.
“Isn’t it”? And Simon nodded
Molly disposed of her towel and displayed her wares in front of him.
“Just to remind you what a tidy body looks like” Molly said and then she knelt down in front of him and removed all trace of Samantha from his manhood and brought him back to life, then she stood up and kissed him.
“Did you know that Samantha told me I couldn’t fuck you this weekend,” she said cocking a thumb in the direction of the spare room “And then she gets fucked instead”
“Well, I think all bets are off” she said as she gripped his shaft and led Simon, like a bull to slaughter, to his bedroom.
“Now it’s time for the real Molly Curtis to get some”