This story is a follow-up to She Shoots, He Scores, which was actually a fantasy requested by the real life Molly, imagining her being the one to whom I lost my virginity. In order to comply with regulations, I had to change some of the ages of the participants in that story, which has received much better reviews that I thought it would. In actuality, I was in my senior year of high school when I met Molly, who was a cute, tiny little freshman. I had skipped a grade in elementary school, so I was only 16 despite being a senior. We never dated or had any contact beyond common friends in high school, but to this day, I wish we had...my life would have turned out very different.
In this story, Molly and I entered each other's lives again after the 20-year break referred to in She Shoots, He Scores. None of the sex in this story actually happened, but again Molly has requested a "what if" scenario of the night we started the whirlwind romance that has taken us to where we are today...engaged to be married. I hope you enjoy this story as much as my first. Comments are always welcome and appreciated. Thank you for reading!
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Late in 2016, during the Chicago Cubs historic run to the World Series championship, I reacquainted with some friends that I had lost track with during my first marriage and the ensuing divorce that really affected me mentally and emotionally. Damien, a former bartender who was from the same area of Chicago as I spent 5 years in, Sara, my high school friend's little sister, and Jessica, another close friend from high school who Damien and I introduced to the wonders of ice hockey during the Blackhawks journey to the 2010 Stanley Cup. Damien and Sara had resumed dating after a 15-year hiatus during which both of them went through some really tough times, while Jessica had met her now fiancé, Kevin through another set of friends from her musical career.
As the calendar turned to 2017, I was still going through some ups and downs from my divorce and custody battle over my 2-year old son. Fortunately, Kevin and Sara shared a birthday in mid-May, which was rapidly approaching, for which Damien and Jessica decided to through a late spring bash at Jessica and Kevin's new home...pool, hot tub, finished basement and all. From all sources, the party was going to be an epic time and promised to be a great distraction from the depression that had taken over my life. I assumed the party was the perfect escape for a few hours, but I had no idea how much attending the party would change my entire outlook on life in one amazing evening, and it all started with my Molly sashaying through Jessica's front door. Let me back up a little bit though.
As you can probably imagine, I had a thing for Molly that went back to high school. I was in love with that girl before I even knew what love really meant and it affected many of my relationships. In more than one occasion, I made the mistake of calling out Molly's name when I was in bed with another woman, including my ex-wife. I had spent all day with Damien running errands in preparation for Sara and Kevin's party. At lunch, Sara joined Damien and I and happened to mention in passing that Molly might show up to the party after she got off work. It took all of my willpower to not jump off my barstool and shout for joy that I was finally going to be able to see my Molly after so many years had passed.
Sara had no idea that I had such a burning desire for Molly that had been smoldering for more than 2 decades. Of course, neither did Molly, but I would be damned if I let the party pass by without telling Molly how I felt. If she looked anything like she did in high school, I was going to go all out trying to get her in bed too. I was worried I might not see her again after that night, because I did not know where she lived, worked or travelled from to attend the party, so I was not going to leave anything to chance.
By the time ten o'clock rolled around, was beginning to suspect that Molly was not going to make it to the party and my anticipation changed to an even deeper depression that I had experienced after my divorce. As a result, I started pounding beer and some shots of whiskey to dull my internal suffering. After the third round in about 15 minutes, the front door opened and in walked Molly. She was dressed for work in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, both of which hugged every curve on her magnificent body. I was dumfounded. In high school, Molly was a petite girl of 5'4" tall with a tight, athletic body that she hid under baggy clothes. She had matured to a voluptuous, curvy woman with the same sparkle in her eyes and the same smile that turned my legs to jell-o. I had never seen such a sexy sight in my life and I immediately felt a shift in my preference for tiny, athletic women. The same women that I would have died in order to get into bed now held no interest to me.
I stood up from my seat at the kitchen table and walked right up to Molly, embracing her in a passionate hug that I hoped told her everything she needed to know about how I had lusted after her for years. I immediately felt my jeans start to get snug as my penis hardened just by holding her in my arms and smelling her scent.
"What was that for?" Molly asked after we separated.
"I've wanted to do that forever. When you walked in the door, I could not hold myself back. It was like we were magnets being pulled towards each other."
"I'm sorry I'm so sweaty and gross, I just got off work."
"Don't worry about it," I said. "I think you smell divine" Uttering words that I would say to her repeatedly during the time we have been together.
Molly's natural scent was and still is intoxicating. She smells like the earth after a spring rain, an amazingly clean combination of the earth after a spring rain and fresh cut grass. When she finishes exercising and is covered in a light sheen of sweat, I feel an uncontrollable urge to lick every square inch of her sexy body while leading tongue to the heavenly peach positioned between her legs. That is for another story, however, when I tell you about our actual first date, first kiss, and first time making love, all of which happened in one amazing night.
Anyway, back to the party...
