Chapter 3: A Busy Saturday and a Wet Sunday

I didn’t sleep well that night, partly because of the amazing event that had occurred earlier, and partly because my conscience was trying to do its job. I usually don’t sleep late on Saturdays anyway, so I slipped out of bed while Molly was sound asleep. I took a moment to just look at her as she lay there. The sheet was pulled up to her chin, and for a moment, I saw the face of the young girl I had begun to think of like a daughter. It brought back memories of the night I had seen her napping on my sofa and fallen in lust with her, and probably led to us being there together.

As quietly as I could, I opened my suitcase and pulled out some clean clothes. I dressed in the bathroom, then went to the kitchen. Richard had a Keurig coffee maker and had a nice supply of pods, so I made a cup of starter fluid. I took my cup, went through the door in the living room that led to the porch, and sat down on one of the chaise lounges. I sat there for a while, sipping my coffee and watching the sun come up. I was still replaying everything that had happened on our ‘wedding night’ when I heard the door open behind me.

Molly came out, wearing a robe and carrying a cup. I hadn’t expected to see her up that early, and she did look sleepy. “Good morning sunshine. Did you sleep good?”

“Not bad.”

“Nice robe,” I told her. “Didn’t know you had anything that fancy.”

She smiled and said,” Maybe that’s because we’ve never slept together before.”

“Good point.”

She sat down in the chair next to me. Her robe slid open when she did that, and I saw her magical legs on display, all the way to the top of her thighs. “What do you have on under it, young lady?

Molly opened it quickly, revealing what I had feared - she was naked under it. “Christ on a crutch, Mols, cover yourself. We’re not on the tenth floor, people can see you.”

“Oh,” she giggled, “you mean those old farts looking for shells? Maybe I’ll give ‘em a thrill. Might make their day.”

I began to fear that I had broken more than just her maidenhead last night. She was becoming increasingly brazen. The quiet, shy girl I had always known seemed to be evolving quickly into a more typical, snarky, overconfident teenager, and it scared me. The way she had behaved in the restaurant last night apparently had been part of her emerging from her chrysalis.

“Get dressed. There’s an IHOP down the street. Let’s go have some breakfast.”

“Okay, gramps. You need a big breakfast. I plan on wearing you out today.”

Molly would never have spoken to me that way before. I had indeed unleashed a monster, and had the rest of the weekend to try to tame her–or just enjoy the ride.

After a big breakfast, we went back to the condo and changed into our beachwear; baggy swim trunks for me, and a daring bikini for my ‘bride’. I hadn’t seen Molly in a bathing suit in years, so it was a bit of a shock to see how much skin she was showing, even though it was normal for girls her age. She saw me staring and said, “What? You saw all of me last night.”

“I’m just thinking of all the horny boys ... and men ... who are going to be looking at you today.”

“Are you turning into a jealous husband?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Well, ready to show off your body?” I said.

“Sure.”

I drove the ‘Vette up and down the beach for a while. Molly insisted on sitting on the back of the passenger seat, waving like a beauty queen in a parade. Since the speed limit was ten miles per hour on the beach, I figured it was safe for her to ride that way. As expected, we got a lot of attention, some directed at the car but most at Molly. The shy kid I had helped raise seemed to really enjoy attracting all the admiring glances, especially those from the older guys.

After riding back and forth on the hard, white sand, I parked, and we did some body surfing. Even though I had grown up in Daytona, it had been decades since I had tried it, but the thrill of being pushed along by the waves quickly returned. Molly was acting like a rambunctious ten-year-old, venturing farther and farther out each time, until I had to put on my surrogate father hat again and told her to stay closer to shore. Reluctantly, she agreed. I think she was getting tired anyway, so that it might have been a pyrrhic victory.

It was starting to get hot, so we retreated to the condo. I didn’t want to mess up Richard’s place, so I told Molly we needed to shower to get rid of the sand and salt spray. I told her to go first while I waited on the balcony. She had another idea. “Come on, that’s a big shower. We can use it together. It might be fun.” I knew what kind of fun she meant, and it didn’t seem like a bad idea, so I agreed.

The shower was one of those fancy ones, with side-by-side shower heads, plenty of hot water, and good pressure, so it didn’t take long for us to rinse off the morning’s accumulation of sand, sweat, and seawater. I was about to turn my spray off and get out when my niece stopped me. “I’m disappointed,” she said, giving me a fake-sad face.

“Why?”

“We’re standing here naked, inches apart, and you’re not even getting a little bit hard.” She grabbed my cock as proof.

“Maybe the honeymoon’s over, and we’re just an old married couple now,” I joked.

“No way,” my bride protested. “I need more sex.” She sounded like a spoiled child.

“Keep holding me like that, and you’ll get what you want,” I told her, as my hand found its way to her mound and my fingers caressed her slit.

She giggled a little and started moving her hand faster. I knew if I just stood there and let her stimulate me with her soapy hands, I wouldn’t last long. I grasped her wrist and said, “Turn around and let me wash your back.”

Molly giggled and turned away. Part of her sensitive skin was beginning to turn pink from the day’s exposure to the harsh Florida sun, so I tried to be as gentle as I could. I started at the top of her shoulders, just using my hand, forgoing the rag she had handed to me. Since we had already rinsed off the sand and spray, my efforts weren’t so much about cleaning, but more of what I hoped was a soothing massage. Gradually, I worked my way down her back until my hands at last landed on her girlish bottom. At the risk of making a bad pun, if Molly’s legs were her best feature, her heart-shaped rear end wasn’t far behind. Seeing her asscheeks halfway exposed in her bikini that morning had put some juice back in my battery. Just to tease her a bit, I rubbed my now fully restored manhood in her asscrack, then moved it down between her thighs.

“Are you gonna...?” she started.

“Not here. Too dangerous. I’m just using my magic wand to clean your woman parts. Don’t move.”

I put soap on my shaft and started stroking between Molly’s legs again. I was moving along her slit, but didn’t attempt entry. It was just a teasing motion. When I felt her reach down and playfully tweak the head of my dick when it emerged from between her legs, I knew it was time to stop. I didn’t want to lose control. My first orgasm that day would have to wait. We rinsed quickly, then dried each other. In some ways, we really were beginning to act like a married couple.

After we got dressed, we were both hungry again. I didn’t feel like going out, so I ordered some burgers and fries from DoorDash. After that, I felt sleepy, so I told Molly I was going to take a nap. “What else are we doin’ today?” she asked.

“Later, we can go down to Ponce Inlet and watch the fishing boats come in. Then we can have dinner at one of the seafood restaurants. Then maybe we can come back and go to the boardwalk for a while.”

“Where the kids hang out?” she asked. Her tone was mocking, but I didn’t care. “Then we can come back and screw some more?” she asked, with a girlish giggle.

“Control yourself, young lady. Remember, you’re still kind of a kid yourself.”

“So tonight you can be a dirty old man trying to pick up a teenager? Sounds like fun.”