Let's Make Up

Plans

As soon as they were back at John's house, he held her up to the door again.

"You know... I think I could go for dessert about now." He said while starting to feel her up.

"And what did you have in mind?' Molly asked, getting turned on right away.

John kissed her and told her not to be coy, even though he had just acted that way as well. He pulled her to her own bedroom and continued kissing her.

"You know, I find it very cute when you do those little acts of yours."

"Oh like this?" She asked while putting her hand to his forehead and exaggerating her voice for him. "You're burning up, Johnny! I think you need to take off all your clothing immediately!"

John grinned and threw her on the bed.

"Yes, exactly like that."

He followed her up quickly while wasting no time listening to her request of stripping and pulling off her clothing as well.

"I can't believe the way you stood up to Helen." He said, still in awe.

Molly wriggled under him. "Don't talk about her right now, baby."

He kissed his way down her chest and stomach, stopping slightly lower to let his mouth explore between her legs. She whimpered and pleaded for him to enter her.

"Johnny, don't tease me, please just... f**k me."

John groaned and grabbed her thighs.

"Be patient." He growled and proceeded to lick her again. "I told you I wanted dessert."

Molly moaned and squirmed around as he enjoyed eating her out.

Suddenly her body quivered and tightened and he knew she was about to orgasm. He pulled away from her and replaced where his tongue had been, with his c**k.

She gasped and arched her back making him pay attention to her tiny waist and perky breasts.

"Wow." He whispered, while rocking his body against hers and watching her accept it with pleasure. "Molly, I have waited for this."

She looked up at him wanting clarification. "I can't believe I'm sleeping with you. Your body is just so perfect. "

Molly moaned and ran her hands down the sides of his chest.

"How do you think I feel? You've got the body of superman."

John sped up his pace and got a little more forceful. "I want you so f*****g bad."

Molly pulled his face close and kissed him to let him know she wanted him just as much.

After he finished, they just laid in each other's arms for a while until John broke the silence.

"I'm not asking to read the messages, but will you give me some reason not to worry?"

Molly reached for her phone and put it down on his chest then closed her eyes and cuddled in again.

"So... you want me to read it, or you're handing it to me because you have nothing to hide?" He asked.

She played with some of his chest hair and smiled.

"Which would you rather?"

John picked up her phone and looked at the black screen and put it back down again.

"I don't want to be mistrusting of you, and I don't want to read his messages. Thank you for being forthcoming with me."

Molly kissed his cheek and traced his tattoo.

"Think you'd ever get any more?"

John smiled at her.

"I don't know. Are you asking me to get more?"

She continued moving her finger over the faded lines. "For me, they're addictive. When you got this one did you have plans for more or you just wanted this one?"

He looked up and thought about her question. "I was moved by the birth of my daughter and made it a permanent reminder. I don't think I had any more plans, this one just sort-of happened out of the blue."

"Those are the best kinds of tattoos." She told him.

"Do you have plans for more?" He asked, still looking up.

"Oh yeah, look at all this free space I have!" She laughed.

John turned over and playfully inspected her body, telling her where and pointing to areas that had large blank gaps between them.

"I do have another thing planned though... maybe you'd want to come to an appointment with me when we're in the city this weekend?"

He was nervous at the thought of watching her getting inked. It seemed like an intimate type situation and he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle if she was hurt by the needles.

"If you want me to come with you, then I will."

Molly smiled and kissed him sweetly.

"I can't wait."

She grabbed her phone and messaged a contact under the name 'Fox' that she would be in Northmount Saturday and Sunday, and wondered if there was any time available for a small tattoo. The person, who John didn't know, or want to ask the gender of, replied right away with a great amount of exclamation points followed by a text stating that they always had time for Molly.

John thought about how she said he wouldn't like the city version of herself and he didn't think that could be true, but figured he definitely needed some getting used to it. She knew that John was especially quiet but she was getting excited for the weekend even though it would feel like forever to get there.

It was nearly midnight when John woke up because Molly's phone buzzed on the pillow beside him. They had fallen asleep without putting it back on her night table after she texted her friend to set up plans in the city. He only picked it up to check the time when he saw that it was a text that caused it to vibrate. He couldn't read the entire message because he didn't know Molly's pin, despite her grand gesture of giving him her phone in the first place. He could see, however, that it was a text from Julien. Getting the similar uneasy feeling from the night before, he leaned over her and placed the phone in its normal spot, trying not to think about what the message contained. Molly had been so good to put his mind at ease and it helped that she had been so forward while talking with Helen, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't telling him everything. He didn't like that Julien would be continuously texting her despite them being broken up, and wasn't sure if it would be something he could get used to in the future, if it were to keep happening. John wondered if maybe Molly wasn't revealing the whole truth about her relationship.

Maybe Julien wasn't the bad guy after all. Maybe he was just a normal person who fell under the magic spell she cast, and he couldn't leave her alone, he thought.

He found it hard to believe that she could be so intimate after just barely knowing him, especially after saying that she'd only had s*x once before they'd started to. She was nearly 30 years old, confident with allowing him to use her body, and very attractive in his eyes. He didn't want to let himself see her negatively, but doubt started setting in. He rolled over to see her sleeping peacefully and beautifully. Her top and bottom lashes were pressed against each other and her mouth pouted in her sleep. Her naked chest sunk and rose with a deep balanced breathing and he was angry at himself for not having it in him to trust her story.

No good relationship starts this way, he told himself.

But, like his ex wife, he took out his own phone from his pants, that were laying messily on the floor, and searched the internet for both Molly's name as well as Julien's.

Images of them together came up. Some where she had less tattoos and differently dyed hair. He didn't find her unattractive with blonde or bright colors but preferred her as the dark brunette he knew her as. There were pictures of them kissing and he felt like he was being stabbed in the heart. Many of the photos he found, showed her looking directly at Julien rather than the camera lens, and envy spread inside of him. He wanted to know if Molly looked at him the way she had looked at her ex and suddenly he hated the idea of them meeting even more out of fear that she'd look at him like that in person as well. She stirred a little beside him and he nervously locked his phone and rolled over again for fear of being caught looking up her past. Though it was a public relationship, he knew it would be an awkward discussion between them and hoped that sleep would help even if he knew that the first thing she'd see when she checked her phone in the morning, would be a message from Julien.