Marshmallow cunny

I want to meet Molly by happenstance one day and talk to her, as she is a pretty outgoing girl. I’d learn that she runs a toy store in town and I’d like to come by, act as if I had something to buy to give them some business but my real goal was to hang out for a little while and chat with whoever was manning the cash register, hopefully, it was Molly.

I’d like to meet her Dad and become friends with him. Even if I didn’t particularly like him, take him out for a beer or whatever, earn his trust I’d like to become a family friend of sorts, stopping by the store and chatting regularly or going out with Molly’s father at night.

Then, I'd suggest that her Dad take a vacation, go somewhere without the kids and try to mingle with other singles. Three years has been long enough. Once he takes my suggestion, I would point out that Molly is too young to stay home alone for such a long time, if not a full-time babysitter then at least someone to drop by and check on her every so often. He would agree to that much at least, and me just conveniently being available and being such a good friend I would volunteer for the job.

I would drop by a few nights, bring groceries and cook for the girls, hang out for a while talking to them about their day and whatnot, helping them with homework if they needed it before sending Molly to bed and heading home myself. I would wait until Lorelai, Molly’s sister, left one night to go be with friends or whatever. Or if she wasn’t doing that I’d give her some money and suggest she go see a movie, getting her out of my hair. With her gone, I could finally get some alone time with Molly.

Once alone, I'd ask what she wanted to do, suggesting a movie or something. I’d make a bowl of popcorn and once the movie starts to try to subtly encourage her to snuggle up next to me. With her nestled up next to me, Id gingerly put my arm around her, placing it on her shoulder. I would make sure the movie we watch has a kissing scene, and when we get to Molly would probably make a remark, most likely of disgust.

“You think so?” I ask. “That’s too bad. It’s rather fun…” I would intentionally trail off loud enough for her to hear me.

“What? That gross stuff? No way.” Molly interjects.

“Oh yeah, I guess I could... no, no, your just a kid, after all, you couldn’t handle it,” I say, goading her on.

“Handle what? That?” She says, pointing at the screen where the couple is just finishing their make-out session. “Please, that doesn’t look so tough. Even I could do that.”

“Wanna bet?” I ask.

“Bet what?” Molly asks.

“I’ll bet a hundred bucks,” I say confidently.

“I don't have that kind of money!” Molly gasps.

“I know, you can bet something else,” I tell her.

“Like what?” Molly asks.

“Like a favor. If I win you owe me a favor. Sound fair?” I ask her.

“Yeah, but how exactly do we determine who wins?” Molly looks up at me with big eyes.

“All you have to do is say that you can handle it at the end and you win,” I tell her.

“This is going to be easy.” She smiles.

“Alright, let’s start then,” I say and get closer to her. I take my hand that is resting on her shoulder and run it up around the back of her neck, my thumb gliding across her earlobe. I start to lean in, I can see her lips quiver a bit, unsure as to what to do. Her head instinctually cranes backward slightly as I near but I hold her in place. I purse my lips as I’m inches from her face.

I give her a peck on the lips and break away. Then another, and another, I kiss her and hold it. I can feel one of her small hands reach up and clutch at my shirt collar. I know she knows nothing, so I take the initiative and stick my tongue in her mouth. She jumps a little and lets out a small ‘eep’ as I start to explore the inside of her mouth.

She is so cute and inexperienced, I easily outmaneuver her tongue, wrapping around it and doing whatever I wish with it. I peek open one eye to sneak a look at the girl. She looks hazy, dizzy almost. Her eyes are heavy and glazed over. Molly’s grip is still tight on my shirt collar. Enough torment, time to move on to the next bit of fun. I break the kiss.

Wiping my mouth, and holding Molly upright, making sure she doesn’t fall over I ask her:
“So, can you handle it?”

“Huh?” Molly asks, jolted out of her stupor. She takes a moment to take in the question. “Uh, yeah, of course…” She seems a lot less confident now.

“Good…” I say, fishing out my wallet from my back pocket. “A deal’s a deal, here is your hundred bucks.” I count out the money and hand it to her. Molly looks excited to have it. I assume she has never held so much money that all belonged to her before.

“Say… want to keep going, and win some more money?” I ask her.

“How much?” she looks at me, her head tilted.

“Oh, let's say about three hundred,” I tell her. I hear her gasp. She wasn’t expecting such a high number.

“Wh-what would I have to do?”

“Kind of like what we just did… except you would have to be naked.”

“Naked?!” Molly blushes.

“Mhm, it won’t work otherwise.” I nod at her. “You can make me stop at any point, but just know that if you forfeit you won’t get any of the money…” I tease her. “Same rules as last time, just say you can handle it at the end and you win.”

Molly is hesitant. I pull three hundred dollar bills out of my wallet and wave them in front of her face. “Well?” I ask her.

“Okay.” her meek response comes. She gets up from the couch and begins to strip, slowly. She is still unsure about getting nude, that much is clear. She sheds her bear hoodie and lets it drop to the floor, next comes her. Magenta undershirt, revealing her training bra. Next, she bends over and takes off her long knee socks, the same color as her undershirt. The last of her outer clothing is a green skirt which she slowly unfastens and let's drop to the floor. She turns to me, her cheeks dark from her blush, her arms covering her chest and a hand hovering over her cute bear print panties. Molly looks at me questioningly.

“All the way,” I tell her. She sighs as she slips out of the bra and also lets it fall into the pile of clothes at her feet before finally putting her thumbs around the waistband of her panties and wiggling them off. At last, she stands before me, stark naked, her supple brown skin dimly lit by a nearby table lamp. Her nipples are a darker shade of brown and she must have caught a chill because they were starting to harden. Several inches under her belly button, a small patch of dark peach fuzz had started to grow.

I hold my hand out to her, inviting her back onto the couch. She takes my hand and I guide her down beside me. I pull her in close to me.

“Ready?” I ask. Molly nods. She is still unsure, I can tell. I rub her shoulder before placing my hand on her neck and kissing her forehead. I go lower and give her a peck on the lips. This is what she was expecting, but I don't linger here too long. I move away from her soft lips and give her another peck on the cheek. Then one on the jawline. Then a few more on the neck. Molly giggles a bit at this. I lean her back as I work my way down her shoulder and to her chest. When I get to her nipple, I cup her budding breast in one hand and start by kissing her breast only, seeing how she reacts.

She gasps a bit, but otherwise doesn’t move for or look like she wants me to stop. I give her a lick, swirling my tongue around her pert tender nipple. I give it a light suckle before moving on. Molly seems to be glad when I do, I'm not sure she could have endured that for too long. I make my way down her tummy, sprinkling it with kisses as I go. She is reclining back on the couch now, her legs are still clamped shut though. I move my hands to either side of her hips, lightly kneading them as I look up at her.

“Umm…” Molly hesitates.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask. What I was asking, and what I’m sure she heard was: ‘Do you give up?’

“N-no,” Molly says after a moment. Her legs slowly slide to the side. One leg pressed against the back of the couch, the other hanging off the side.

Finally, what I had truly been after for so long was right in front of me. Molly’s delicate, virgin, honeypot. Untainted by any other man, in perfect condition. In the dim light, I could see the slight glimmer of moisture. Restraining myself from diving right in, I began by kissing her inner thighs and licking the area around her outer lips. Molly let out cute little gasps and began to fidget with her hands as I did this. Moving onto the main course, I began to lightly tease at her lips, lightly lapping at them. I began to hear Molly’s breath pick up in intensity and pace as I worked on her. So I decided to show her what I could do, I started to push my tongue past her outer lips, and into her inner depths.

Scraping against her walls as my tongue slithered inside her for the first time, Molly lets out a sharp ’Eep’. I began to twist and dig my tongue inside the young girl. Molly began to writhe and bucked her hips as I worked, beads of sweat forming all over her body. Her labored breathing let me know the inexperienced girl was having a hard time containing herself. At one point I peeked up at her to find her absentmindedly caressing her small breasts.

The poor girl was clawing at the couch as she neared what I guessed was her first full-fledged orgasm. I reached out and took her hand and held it as I decided to put her out of her misery. With my free hand, I wet my thumb and finally began to apply pressure on her clit, which I had been intentionally ignoring up until now. Hearing molly loudly gasp made me smile a bit. I rolled the small bud around with my thumb, toying with it for a moment. When I felt she was just about on the edge I finally pulled the trigger. I clamped down on her clit and sucked on it, rolling my tongue around it, anything that would make the young girl cum.

Cum she did, her body wretched as all her muscles contracted together. Her hand gripped mine hard. Her legs went stiff, her toes curled, she made a cute moaning sound that echoed throughout the house as her body went limp back onto the couch. I of course greedily lapped up her juices, her nectar being nice and sweet. While Molly rode the high of orgasm I straightened myself out, wiping my chin and sitting back upright on the couch. Once her glazed-over expression seemed to wear off some I finally spoke to her.

“How was it?” I asked.

“Huh?” Molly asked, her eyes drifting over to me, still half out of it from her orgasm.

“Did you have fun?” I asked her. She smiled and nodded.

“And I can handle it.” Molly’s smile widened, showing off her teeth.

“Ahh, so I suppose I owe you some money now, huh?” I say, smiling back at her.

“Yep,” Molly says. I fish the money out of my wallet again and hand it to her. But I don't let it go as she goes to take it.

“Now, you know you can’t tell your father or anyone about this. Right?” I ask her, looking very seriously at her. Molly’s eyes go a little big.

“Why?” She asks.

“Well, your father wouldn’t like me giving you money, and everyone else they might want in… we need to keep this a secret between just you and me, okay?” I tell her.

“Oh… you think my dad would have a problem with it?” Molly asks.

“Yes. I’m certain he would. So you can’t tell him, okay?” I tell her, still being as serious as possible.

“Okay…” She looks a little glum. I let go of the money and she adds it with the other hundred I already gave her.

“Don't look down, sport. I know, let's go out for some ice cream.” I suggest. Molly looks back up, a little happier. “Come on, get dressed and let's go.”

So we left and went and got ice cream after that. I was pretty low on money because Molly had almost all of my money by that point, but I was able to buy our ice cream at least. But that’s the story of how I set up my secret ongoing relationship with Molly. Where will it go in the future? Who knows.