Molly’s Initiative - Sex Stories

Molly’s Initiative

... then turned off the lawnmower.

Molly pulled back from the window.

Did he see me?

She thought.

He looked back to the house. His deltoids and biceps were large and defined. “Ya, Mom?” he shouted.

“Jonny, it’s hot out! Come in for something to drink!” Mrs. Wells yelled.

“Sure, Mom.” The neighbor boy began walking across the yard.

Holy shit! I was diddling Honey to Jonny!

She thought. She stumbles over her suitcase falling onto her bed.

Jesus, when did little Jonny grow up? And those muscles?

Her thoughts drifted. A younger Jonathan Wells and the sexy stack of muscles outside her window. Little Jonny Wells was a year and a half younger than Molly Tompkins. Jonny was always rail skinny and had a mousey nature. He had followed her around the neighborhood since he was twelve. Anything she was into he showed an interest in. Molly started playing tabletop role-playing games in middle school. Jonny conceived his parents to let him join her weekly adventures.

Her fingers were fondling her labia as one pressed deeper in. Molly’s white cotton panties covering the back of her hand were soaked. His now broad shoulders filled her mind. Instead of a dragon she now pictured handsome Jonny over her.

‘I wonder if he has a girlfriend?’ she quietly asks. Images of Jonny flooded her brain. She didn’t recall ever seeing him with a girl.

He's not?

She thought,

He can’t be, his character was always trying to flirt with mine.

“Thanks, Mom. After this, ...

... I’ll need the extra battery and I’ll finish up the yard.” Came through the window.

You can mow my yard,

she thought.

Wait?!

She hopped up and looked out the window. The lawnmower was parked a few feet past the patios. The matching patios. A devious thought of sunbathing pops into her head.

She turned and almost tripped over her suitcases. Pushing herself through to her dresser she began pulling it apart. “I just need,” she said, “Perfect.” She triumphantly held up a white bikini. The only real fabric on it was the small triangles slightly larger than in nipples. Like the rest of her clothing, Molly thought it would be loose fitting. The microkini would only prove more helpful for her plan. Jerking the fading ‘Choose Your Weapon’ t-shirt off, she unhooked her bra. Her jeans slid down with ease already unbuttoned.

Naked she ran down the stairs, at the bottom she pulled on the microkini’s thong. Rounding the corner from the hallway she rushed to the living room. She had to adjust the thong with each step to keep it on. Stopping in front of the two French doors that connected to the patio she pulled on the skimpy top. Without any strings to tie, the bikini hung loose on her chest and hips.

Another thing to ask Mom to buy,

she thought.

She pushed thoughts of shopping with her mother to the back of her mind before she saw Jonathan Wells. When she had gotten home she couldn’t wait for her mom to return. They were going to plan a shopping trip for tomorrow. ...