Previous Parts: Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here

Part 4

Unsurprisingly, the house is empty by the time she’s out of the shower. Clearly, he’s trying to escape the moment she faces him today – the moment when he can’t hide from her any longer…

Fighting the urge to simply drape her naked body over the sofa and wait for his return, Molly reluctantly gets dressed.

Well, ‘dressed’ is relative – all effort at picking out suitable attire forgotten. Her wardrobe choices are shameless now, solely targeted at eliciting a response from Adrian. Now that she knows he wants her too, all bets are off.

She’s careful not to look too slutty though – giving the bikini set some serious thought, but deciding she’ll only scare him off if she’s too aggressive. Instead, she pulls a floaty little sundress out of her hastily packed bag.

Intended to be worn over sturdy underwear, instead she lets the pale floral linen drift and settle over her naked curves. Now it’s up to him how much he sees – if he looks closely, everything will be on show… but superficially covered if he’s scared himself following her little performance earlier and wants to pretend they’re back to happy families again…

That phrase triggers something, and she braces for the wave of guilt that usually follows when she’s reminded just how wrong all this is… But it doesn't come this time, every thought of her life before today suddenly hard to recall. It’s like this heat has changed something in her, forced some kind of break with reality.

On some level she can still understand the innate wrongness of seducing her own mother’s husband… But now it’s almost conceptual, somehow separate and inconsequential. Like she’s possessed by some animal - no, feral need now. Driven to mate with the object of her desire, tear him from the binds of social convention so she can lay claim to him.

Adrian can hide from her all he wants, but she knows he’ll have to face her at some point.

*

It's late afternoon by the time she hears his key in the door, quickly putting her cereal bowl in the sink and settling onto one of the bar stools. Adrian’s clearly run out of lockdown-justified reasons to be out of the house…

Legs crossed, she paints a sweet smile over her face, preparing to ignore any hint of nervousness or discomfort on his part. Dirty perv… Watching her squirm and cream this morning while she dreamed about the taste of his perfect cock…

He does look uncomfortable when his face becomes visible at the top of the stairs, but not embarrassed or shifty… No, he looks… tired. Tired and sad, like he knows something that’s upsetting.

Shit – Nana Parker. Molly’s been so wrapped up in her kinky game, she’s forgotten all about her poor, sick grandmother. Guilt flares hot and sickly in her throat and she feels the smile slip from her face, all her earlier separation from reality folding in on itself. Everything suddenly very present and consequential once more.

“What is it Ade, is everything OK?” She asks nervously.

He sets down the bag of groceries he’s carrying and looks over at her. She can see the pain behind his eyes now too. She wants to go to him, wrap her arms around him and soothe him, kiss the tension from his features – the thought brings even more guilt, blush of dark shame blooming up her neck.

“Don’t worry, Mol… It’s good news… Nana Parker tested negative this morning – your mom called  while I was out at the store to let me know.” He smiles a sad little smile, reacting to the look of relief that must be evident on her face.

“She can’t travel until the ‘shelter in place’ order gets lifted, but they said on the news that could be as soon as the weekend. So… yeah… Isn’t that great? She could be back by Sunday if it this all comes off…”

His tone is happy and light, but at odds with the sagging weight across his shoulders and the sadness that lingers on his weary face; melancholic, like he’s losing something precious.

“Wow! Oh, that’s great news – I’m so happy!” She forces herself to react, beaming widely, but feeling her eyes sting with tears of frustration and regret.

It’s better this way, surely…

I mean - what was she thinking would happen! This could only ever remain a fantasy… Anything else was just obscene, right? Despite all their games with each other these last few days, this was how it was always going to have to be…  In just three days, her mother’s return would pour water on the raging fire of her lust – put things back to the way they were…

His regret-laced reply pulls at her heart though.

“Ha, I know! It’s so great…. So great…” He trails off.

Their eyes meet, just for the briefest of moments. All his longing; all his need communicated in that brief contact, mirroring her own.

“So great in fact, I thought we should celebrate.” Smiling sadly, he pulls a bottle of single malt whiskey from the brown paper grocery bag with a flourish.  “I know you’re a couple of months off being strictly allowed to partake, but I figured it would be nice for us to share a drink – what do you think?” Adrian grins broadly, aware this is yet another boundary blurred.

“Sounds like a plan…” She answers warmly. Does he know she’s been drinking with her friends for years? Best keep up the pretense, just in case… “Tell you what, let me grab the takeout menu – I’ve heard that pizza place you like on Fairfax is making deliveries again. Let’s make a night of it!”

***

Three slices of pepperoni and sausage from Gianni’s and she’s feeling pleasantly full, helped by the beers Adrian suggested they start with – leaving the single malt for later. The TV burbles softly opposite the couch, kitsch black-and-white horror providing useful white noise.

It seems to help him open up, having something to divert his attention as they chat. Molly watches him with her legs curled up underneath her thighs, studying the flicker and glow of the light from the screen moving over his face in the dimly lit room. He’s changed into a loose pair of grey shorts and a dark vest since he came back from the store, having to capitulate to the still merciless heat in the house despite the baking sun setting about a half hour ago.

She appreciates him, eyes moving over his toned, thick arms when he lifts his beer to his lips – the firm swell of his bicep sending a twist of longing through her lower half.

Distracted by the TV, she’s been able to get him to talk candidly while they eat, asking him about what he remembers of old movies like this one. How he spent his youth, what he was like at her age…

She’s steered clear of confronting him about his earlier snooping and he seems much more comfortable and relaxed now, turning his head languidly to look at her in the gloom – features soft and warm, but those blue eyes still intense. His stare excites her, tension only heightened when she notices his focus drift down her chest, deep cleavage on show where this thin dress barely covers her curves.

“You ready for the good stuff?” He rumbles softly, and for a blissful second she thinks he’s propositioning her, forgetting all about the whiskey in the kitchen. She wonders if he can see her blush in the low light before answering, voice tight.

“Can’t wait…” She breathes – willing him to take the hint. His wolf-like smile before he gets up gives her hope… He returns with the amber filled bottle and two heavy glasses. “No ice?” She questions.

“Not for this,” He answers with a grin. “For something this good, you want to have it neat – we’ll drink like the Scots do.” He pours a generous slug into each glass, swirling hers before passing it over. “Give it a moment to breathe.”

Inhaling the smoky vapors rising from the honey brown liquid, Molly raises her eyebrows at the rich blend of scents that tickle the back of her throat. He’s watching her closely.

“Quite something isn’t it? There’s nothing quite like the aroma of a good twenty year-old…”

Over the rim of the glass, she looks up to see his eyes dance, feeling her pulse rise at his cheeky inference. Had he discovered the sweet-smelling gift she’d left for him when he’d gone up to change? She hopes so…

“Cheers,” She murmurs hoarsely, gently clinking her glass against his before taking a sip – doing her best to not immediately wrinkle her face in disgust. He laughs at her gently – subterfuge evidently unsuccessful.

“Don’t worry – you get used to it… First taste is always an adventure – just go slow.”

He’s right – the second time she lets the pale brown liquor pass her lips, she’s ready, appreciating the taste and smooth, smoky heat that spreads through her belly when she swallows. She melts a little when she glances up to see him nodding, proud smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“That’s it… Good girl…”

Jesus… She has to swallow hard and press her thighs together to quell the wave of lust those two little word fire through her…

Thank God he’s turned his attention back to the TV – if those hungry eyes were on her body right now, she’s honestly not sure she could control herself. Shakily exhaling whiskey fumes, she tries to focus on the movie, attempting to ignore her throbbing pussy and the feel of wetness between her thighs.

“How’s Tyler, by the way?” Adrian asks, face still turned to the screen. “Sorry about the other day when I err… interrupted you guys. Hope I didn’t make things too awkward.” His tone sounds innocent, but there’s a tension in the hand holding his glass that betrays him…

He’s fishing, trying to sound her out whilst at the same time reminding her how she’s exposed herself in the past - maybe trying to minimize any judgement she may feel about his earlier perving… Fine, she can play along…

“I’m not sure – we haven’t spoken for a while now. Nothing to do with the other day. I think he’s got the hump with me about something else.”

“Oh… Sorry to hear that – how long have you guys been together?” He sips his drink.

“We were never together – Tyler’s just a friend.”

Now he looks over, all pretense at nonchalance gone. “Friend with benefits?” He asks with an eager energy behind his eyes.

She holds his gaze, trying to calm herself.

This is it, the first time he’s consciously shifted the conversation towards sex.

“Umm, yeah… We help each other out – release some tension now and again….”

His eyes are burning into her now, pin bright where the harsh light’s reflecting from the TV. The scrutiny makes her want to cry out - just to react, just to take some of the weight out of the moment. Her body is screaming for his touch, that need almost unbearable…

“Are you tense now?” His question nearly makes her laugh out loud.

“God, yes,” She whispers with a shaky little smile, breathing heavily.

“Maybe I can help,” He replies in a low husky tone that almost pushes her over the edge right there. “I’ve been told I’m very good at giving foot rubs…”

Molly gives a little start and laughs softly. A foot rub? She wants this man’s face buried between her legs, wants his tongue lapping her till she can’t breathe for cumming so hard. She wants him to plunge his thick cock into her and use her as his plaything for the rest of time… A fucking foot rub? Is that it?...

Who’s she kidding… She’ll take anything right now.

“Umm, sure – thanks, Ade…”

He takes one last sip of his drink before setting it down and patting his thighs. “No problem – just pop your feet up here, lie back and close your eyes.”

Molly shuffles on the cushions, biting her lip when her maneuvering puts pressure on all the plump tenderness under her dress – certainly feels like things are getting pretty messy down there… Stretching her feet out towards his lap, she tries to stop her legs from shaking, smoothing the hem of the short sundress and pushing the material between her thighs to avoiding flashing a view of the glistening apex beneath.

Breathing deeply, she lies back onto the couch seat and closes her eyes….

And very quickly realizes she’s in trouble…

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