Molly's Tales
INtrinSicliValud
Molly’s Tales
By INtrinSicliValud
Copyright © 2023 INtrinSicliValud
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Author’s Note:
This is a work of fiction. As of its writing, the debate rages within the United States over gender-affirming care. While trying to be respectful of transgender issues, I’ve limited the details for better story-building. However, it is my intention to display that all humans are entitled to romance and the support of loved ones. Further, the choices made by this fictional character are deeply personal, as is most appropriate.
Contents
Who Dares, Wins
Still Daring
Not My Dare
Mum’s Dare
Dare to Shop
Dares Aplenty
Again Daring
Beyond Daring
Who Dares, Wins
As I snuggle into the massive slab of warm muscle tight to my naked back, I squint into my dark bedroom. A sigh slips from my trembling lips; the door remains locked. From beyond it, thumping music, cackling and muffled voices still resound. It’s the millionth time I’d checked before again exhaling and pressing tighter into him.
At the murmur against my cheek and the gentle thrust of his hips, a hitching whimper escapes me. Just the slow slide of that gigantic knob so deep inside me, its steady thumps shaking my kidneys, causes my body to tense. And with the matching powerful heartbeat pummeling my spine, I press my lips against the soft, heated skin of his shoulder.
In a cloud of lager-tinged hot breath, it’s his turn to moan into my wispy hair. And at the tightening of his fist on my skinny cocklet, I almost cry out into the darkness. But a grin slides onto my face at his next groan when I tighten my core and let his huge, muscled arms squeeze my tiny frame into him. This is my happy place. Utter contentment engulfs me. He’s my protector. And I’m his joyful plaything.
Even as the gentle gliding of his enormous thumb over my aching bulb sends slivers of electricity through my entire body, I struggle to stay quiet. Although my squirming butt mashes into his unmoving pelvis, he also remains silent. But the brief tickle of his tongue against the rear of my neck tells me he’s awake.
“P—please let me come,” I whisper before placing another kiss on his arm.
“No.”
As his curt reply sends a loose strand of hair across my cheek, I hold in a giggle. This is our little game. Well, he’d started that one. I’d come only when he allowed it. So, of course, I’d have to wait a little longer. Beg a bit louder. Not that I mind. To be honest, not much has bothered me about him since our meeting that first night. He’d been the unknowing star player in my little game.
Although it had been way back when England won the World Cup, it’s as if it were yesterday. It wasn’t long after Stevie, my older brother, let his friends invade the house that the raucous cheering and loud music had become glass-clinking. And, based on the moaning that’d passed the locked door, they were enjoying their girls. All the while, I’d been sitting at my mother’s make-up table, trying to steady my hands enough to put the finishing touches on my face. After assessing the thick glossy red lipstick in her lighted mirror, I’d pressed my lips on a tissue.
“I’m gonna do it,” I murmured, not for the first time. “Tonight. I’m going to be brave. I can do this.”
As I stood, I inspected my slender form beneath a red England football jersey a size too small. It did nothing to hide my nonexistent chest. I’d have to address that one day. Around my slim pelvis were denim shorts from which I’d lopped the bottoms. The lower swells of my firm bum oozed from them when I clenched. Once again I checked, but there was no sign of a bulge beneath the zipper. While doing a slow pirouette in a pair of my mother’s shiniest black pumps, a grin slid onto my face. Yes, nervous, but also, I’d worked hard and I….
“…look good. You are hot. Too hot,” I whispered before blowing my reflection a kiss and running a silver brush through the end of my long chestnut ponytail for the millionth time. “I can do this.”
After a quick spritz of mum’s Chanel No. 5 behind my ears and into the jersey’s neck, I stepped from the desk like a ship putting to sea. My first voyage. An adventure that could last the rest of my life.
And that bravery lasted right until my hand slipped onto the doorknob. As a chill raced across my bare skin, my grand reveal fizzled into knee-wobbling shakes. While hissing air through my waxy lips, I dropped my head to stare at the glossy tips of my shoes.
“Okay, maybe not yet. Not tonight,” I mumbled. “I’ll wait a little longer.”
At that moment, there was a frenetic pounding on a door down the hall. At the noise, I looked up just as several muffled curses shot out from various other rooms.
“Come on! ‘Urry up.” The fist hammered louder and faster. “I gotta piss.”
My brows tightened. That deep voice sent chills through me. One of Stevie’s closest mates, he was over a lot of times. And he was gorgeous. Built like a walking god. All muscle. And the nicest smile. The way his eyes twinkled when he laughed. He had the deepest, warmest laugh.
When the door eased open in my shaking fingers, my pulse soared so high the room spun, but after a swift gulp, I crept into the dim upstairs hallway. Almost at the other end, his towering bulk was leaning on one hand splayed against the wall, while the other again battered a small wooden door.
“Hurry up! I’ve really gotta go, damn it!”
As I wobbled a little closer—I’d not walked a lot in mum’s heels—I held in a chuckle; that was a closet. Was I actually going to do this? With him, of all guys? Even as my head nodded in the darkness, I eased next to him. A soft cough to clear my throat didn’t catch his attention, and he pounded on the door again. As he cursed once more, a cloud of alcohol-laden breath shot from his full lips.
But then he spotted me. And when he fell silent, the world wavered as I stood beneath his roaming gaze. How his eyes glittered. Well, for a brief second before that enormous boy emitted the saddest, most desperate groan.
“I’ve gotta pee so bad.”
“I know, baby.” As I spoke, thankful my youthful voice hadn’t deepened yet, I slid under his arm. “But that’s a closet, Lee.”