Chapter 12

When John came out of the bathroom, he went back to his table. Fortunately, Molly was waiting for him, and Jack was nowhere to be seen.

“Molly, I need to leave,” John said in a quiet voice.

“Okay, but...,” she began.

“If you want to stay, I’ll ask someone else to drive me home,” John offered. “But I would prefer if you come with me. I need to talk with you.”

“Okay, but...,” Molly tried again.

John turned around and started to say his goodbyes. After a while, Molly stood up and followed him.

They went out and Molly helped John to get inside the truck, then she started it, and drove away.

“Does your sudden hurry to leave have anything to do with Jack?”

“In a way, it does.”

Molly bit her lip.

“You shouldn’t be jealous of Jack. He was only dancing with me because Laura told him to make sure I had a good time.”

John grumbled at Molly’s words.

“I know exactly what kind of ‘good time’ he wanted to give you.”

“Your point is?”

“He was seducing you! He was preparing the way to bed you.”

“Of course, he was. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“What?” John asked incredulously. “Are you planning to sleep with him?”

Molly kept her eyes on the road.

“I’m thinking about it. I’m tired of living like a nun. Don’t you miss sex, John? I miss sex a lot.”

John grunted. “I have sex.”

“I mean with a woman.”

John’s face turned red.

“As far as I know, you haven’t dated since your divorce, John,” Molly added. “It’s only natural if you do. You’ve been too long without.”

John nodded without comment.

“It’s been a very long time since I was with a man too,” Molly whispered.

“Can you explain to me why are we talking about this?” John said. His conversation with Molly wasn’t going as he had planned.

“I’m tired of living together like brother and sister.”

John looked at Molly with his eyes opened wide.

“The kiss you gave me at the party wasn’t exactly a friendly peck, was it?” Molly smiled.

John let out a soft grunt. It was not a memory he would forget soon.

“Please, say something! I’m practically throwing myself in your arms and all you do is grunt like a hog. God, I’m so pathetic!” Molly exclaimed. Tears started falling down her cheeks.

John cleared his throat and said, “I would love to have sex with you, Molly. I’m sure it would be much better than it was with Ginger.”

“She wasn’t good in bed?” Molly asked with a sniff, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

“Or with anything else, for that matter. She wasn’t even a good kisser. Not like you. You’re still a really good kisser, Molly. The best,” John said in whisper, looking into her eyes. “I could kiss you till the cows come home.”

Molly snorted a laugh. “There are no cows here, are there?”

“It’s just an expression,” John murmured. “This was what I wanted to talk with you about. I think we should definitely find out if the spark is still there, don’t you? But you’ll have to be patient with me.” He raised his casts, “I can’t do much with these.”

She pressed her hand on his crotch and squeezed his hard cock. “There’s nothing wrong here.” Molly giggled.

“Stop the truck,” John asked her.

“Why?” she asked with bewilderment.

“Because I want to kiss you again, and I can’t wait till we reach the farm. I’m afraid I’m going to cum in my pants.”

Molly stopped the vehicle and found herself staring up into his eyes. She stood perfectly still as John’s lips moved over hers, almost terrified that if she moved this would all suddenly fracture and prove to be just another one of her erotic daydreams.

She used to have a lot of them, and each one of them involved John.

“Please God, don’t let me wake up this time”, she thought.

A torrent of passion immediately rose inside her, and she moaned around his tongue. Molly kissed John back desperately. She slid her hand on his crotch and squeezed his hard cock gently.

“It seems I still have it,” she muttered when they broke the kiss. “I thought that after seeing me covered in chicken feathers, egg slime, and overalls, you had started to think about me as another of your workers.”