Fun at the Pool.

Arthur stepped out of the shower and began drying himself off. Molly had gone first, so when he took his shower nearly all of the hot water had been used up. He picked up his watch from the bathroom counter and checked it. Seven o'clock p.m., just two hours after he and Molly had woken up from their nap. And before that, they were.... Arthur shook his head, clearing his thoughts before he could become aroused. His clothes were still downstairs, in Molly's room. After drying off, he wrapped the towel around his waist and left the bathroom. The house was quiet. He walked down to Molly's room, opened the door, and looked around inside. Molly was nowhere in sight. Arthur went back upstairs and walked through the kitchen and the living room. No sign of Molly anywhere. As he peeked through the curtains to see if she was in the backyard, Arthur heard a thump coming from ceiling.

"Molly, is that you up there?" he asked. He heard silence, and then a long muffled reply. He couldn't decipher any of it, except the last word "garage." Arthur headed straight for the kitchen, where he found the garage door. Inside the garage was a pull-down staircase, leading presumably to the attic.

"Come on up Art," he heard Molly call from above, much clearer now. Arthur ascended the staircase into the swealtering attic and found Molly hunched over what was apparently a toy box. "Ah, just what I was looking for!" exclaimed Molly as she rifled through the box. She retrieved from it two walkie-talkies, both of them small, about the size of a cellular phone, and which were black with skulls drawn on them in what appeared to be white-out. "I used to play with these a lot a few years ago. Here, this one's yours," said Molly, handing one to Arthur.

"Gee Molly, thanks!" said Arthur, happily accepting it. He looked it over and was stunned, it appeared to be a very expensive walkie-talkie.

"Don't get too excited," said Molly. "They don't work all that great. Yours shoots out sparks if you hold the transmission button down too long." Arthur's face whitened a little as he examined what he perceived as a possible deadly-weapon a little more closely, noting a few places where the plastic had melted.

"Still, thanks a bunch," said Arthur, a bit less optimistically now, though still obviously touched at the gift.

"Settle down, dweeb. I know you're too lame to own a cell phone, so we can use these to talk to each other. The range should be just far enough to connect our houses," explained Molly with a bored expression. "But I've got something else for you too, except you can only borrow this," said Molly as she picked up a thin box that had been on the floor next to her. "Its too dusty up here, let's go downstairs before you open it," said Molly, taking the box with her as she walked around Arthur and descended the stairs. Arthur followed after her, reaching a grinning Molly at the bottom of the steps. "Nice butt, Artie," she said. Arthur blushed as he remembered that he wasn't wearing anything under his towel.

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"Let's just get this over with," he pleaded. Molly rolled her eyes and led Arthur back to her bedroom. Once inside, she opened the box and revealed its contents to Arthur. "Is that a... tuxedo?" he asked, puzzled.

"Yeah! It belonged to my dad when he was a teenager. I think it'll fit you," said Molly as she began removing the tuxedo from the box. She aired out each piece and lined them up on her couch, before pulling a pair of Bates dress shoes and a pair of black silk socks from the very bottom of the box, which she set on the floor. "Well?" she said, looking to Arthur with an impatient smile. "Try them on." Arthur looked over the articles of clothing with a puzzled expression.

"Why do I have to try it on?" he asked.

"Just do it," answered Molly. Arthur hung his head over her flat refusal.

"Do I at least get to use a changing ro-" he attempted to get out before Molly cut him off with a warm

"Nope." Arthur glared at her cocky grin before sighing and slowly removing his towl. Molly eagerly stared at his limp cock for a moment before tossing him a pair of boxers. Arthur slipped them on and Molly tossed him a white dress shirt, which he slipped on as well. This continued in order, with Arthur putting on the silk socks, then black trousers, then cummerbund, then the bow tie with Molly's help, then the dinner jacket, and lastly the shoes. Molly looked Arthur over before letting out a low whistle. "Geez Art, you clean up nice. You're a regular Croc Hammer!" she exclaimed. "Now get out of here," commanded Molly as she shooed Arthur out of her room and locked the door. Arthur impatiently waited outside her door, still wondering what all this was about. A few minutes passed by, and Molly emerged from her room. Arthur's jaw hung open. Molly stood with one hand on her hip and another hanging down by her side as she smiled sweetly at Arthur. She was wearing a sleeveless black cocktail dress with ruby red frills on the front, accentuating her neckline and pert cleavage. Tiny slits up the sides gave the barest hint of her soft, white thighs. Thin black dress gloves with slight gold trim ran from her fingertips to her wrists, and her legs ended in a pair of glossy black pumps. She hadn't done anything to her hair, and Arthur didn't detect any obvious makeup, but it was still the most feminine and most sultry thing he'd ever seen her wear.

"Molly, you look..." Arthur was unable to finish his sentence, but Molly was able to read his desire all over him.

"Don't just stand there Art," said Molly, apparently snapping him out of it. "Our cab will be here any minute."

"Huh? Cab?" he asked as Molly spun him around and started pushing him up the stairs.

"Yes, cab," responded Molly. "I'm not walking to the restaurant in these shoes," she said as she awkwardly made her way up the stairs. Once at the top, they heard a car honk its horn from the driveway. "Ah, speak of the devil," said Molly as she cautiously rushed to the window. "Yep, its the cab! Come on Art," Molly squealed as she hooked her elbow with Arthur's and led him out of the house. Arthur gave up on trying to get an easy answer out of Molly and allowed her to stuff him into the back seat of the cab. "Take us to Le Restaurant Luxueux de A écrit," said Molly as she passed a credit card to the cab driver. The driver swiped the card through a machine mounted on his dashboard, pressed a few buttons on it, and then passed the card back to Molly.

"Right away, Miss," he said as he reversed the car out of Molly's driveway and headed towards the restaurant. Arthur looked quizzically at Molly as she slid the credit card into her bra.

"Dad left it for me when he and the fam when to Tennessee. Said I should order pizza if I didn't feel like cooking anything," she said giggling. Arthur sighed and slowly shook his head in amazement. Molly snuggled up next to him and they both enjoyed the rest of the trip in silence. Once they arrived, the two walked inside arm-in-arm. Despite having a rather unnoticable exterior, the interior of the restaurant was inexplicably luxurious. The walls were decorated with deep polished oak, and the floor was comprised of pale marble. Golden chandeliers hung from overheard, casting light on a number of round tables, all covered with dark velvet tablecloths. Molly broke away from Arthur and strolled to the commis and confirmed her reservation. The commis then summoned a waitress, who then led Molly and Arthur to their table. Arthur, not completely brainless, pulled Molly's chair out for her before seating himself. The waitress left them two menus and two tall glasses of ice water. When the waitress returned, Arthur ordered lasagna and Molly the linguini. As they waited for their food, Arthur looked around, overwhelmed that he was eating in such a nice place without his parents or anything. As he pondered this, he felt something crawling up his leg. He jumped slightly and yanked up the tablecloth to see that it was only Molly's bare foot that was pushing against him.

"Put down the tablecloth and act normal before I put you in a world of pain," said Molly. Arthur dropped the tablecloth and sat back in his chair, trying his best to look his most casual. Molly dragged her foot lazily across Arthur's calf, poking it into his pant leg and stroking his skin. She pulled her foot out and slowly trailed it up to Arthur's knees, before sliding it between Arthur's thighs and hovering over his crotch. Arthur reflexively squeezed his thighs together, trapping Molly's foot. Molly raised her eyebrows at Arthur, and a moment later, he felt another presence trailing its way up his leg. Molly pulled her other foot free from Arthur's thighs and then planted both of her feet against his knees. Slowly, she began to force his thighs open. Once halfway open, Arthur stopped resisting and allowed Molly's feet to explore his inner thighs. She wriggled her toes around, softly scraping at his legs. Slowly, her feet made their way back over to Arthur's crotch. Molly rubbed her feet against Arthur's package, first feeling his soft balls and then moving up to his now erect dick. On top of the table, Molly leaned in close to Arthur and whispered, "Unbutton your pants." Arthur nodded, and after making sure he was not being watched, reached his hands into his lap and quickly unbuttoned his slacks. Once his hands returned to the table top, Molly firmly grasped Arthur's zipper with her toes and slowly pulled it down. Molly giggled as she felt Arthur's erect dick spring free from the slacks, yet still strain against his silk boxers. She pushed both feet up and dug into the waistband of Arthur's boxers with her two big toes and gently pulled it down, finally freeing Arthur's cock. She ran a foot along it and was surprised at how hot it felt. She pushed against his cock with her feet, feeling its warmth as it resisted her pressure. Molly turned her feet sideways with Arthur's cock in between them, and started gingerly stroking his dick with her soles. Molly watched the adorable expressions that washed over Arthur's face as the pleasure ran through him. "You want to know something Art?" she asked him, in a low whisper as her feet picked up speed. "I'm not wearing any panties right now." Molly felt Arthur's dick jerk between her feet and watched Arthur give a barely restrained gasp as he came, his warm semen shooting out of his cock and landing on Molly's feet. She continued stroking Arthur's cock with her now-wet feet for another minute or so before sliding her feet back into her glossy black pumps.

"Sorry for the wait!" proclaimed the waitress as she approached the table. Arthur and Molly both jumped at the unexpected voice.

"Oh, thanks," Arthur squeaked out. The waitress placed their food on the table and left. Arthur and Molly gave nervous glances to eachother before they both broke out in laughter.

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The cab sped away as Molly unlocked the door to her house and let Arthur inside. The rest of the dinner had been uneventful. Molly closed and locked the door and embraced Arthur. They locked lips and fumbled towards the basement stairs, cautiously making their way down without breaking apart. Arthur fumbled at the doorknob with one hand and fell backwards through it as it opened. He landed on his back, and Molly laughed as she quickly stepped over him. Arthur's eyes went wide and he felt his dick begin to stiffen. True to her word, Molly wasn't wearing any panties. Arthur got back up and wrapped his arms around Molly from behind. She gasped, and Arthur leaned his head in close to her and softly nibbled on her ear. Molly spasmed, and Arthur dug in with his teeth and pulled at her ear, illiciting a low groan from Molly's mouth.

"No! No more foreplay," Molly groaned. "I want it now." Molly reached behind her and undid Arthur's pants, frantically pulling out his cock. She caressed his hard member for a moment before releasing it and walking forward and plopping facedown on the bean bag chair. She then reached behind her and grasped the hem of her dress, before she slowly hiked it up, proudly displaying her round white ass. She pulled her dress up around her waist before trailing a hand to her pussy and spreading it open. Arthur stood in marvel as he gazed at Molly's slick lips, before rushing over to her. Arthur rubbed his cock around the brim of Molly's vagina before poking it at the entrance and slowly entering. Molly's back curled as he entered her. Athur shoved his dick as deep as he could inside Molly before slowly pulling back. He thrusted in again, slowly picking up pace until he built up a good rhythm. Molly gasped at the sensations that pooled up inside her, relishing the feel of Arthur's silk-covered thighs against her own bare thighs every time he thrusted in. On the giving end, Arthur enjoyed the sight of Molly's firm ass jiggling up and down as he drove his cock into her, until he got an idea. Slowing down slightly, Arthur pulled apart Molly's buttcheeks with his hands. "Hey, don't~!" Molly tried to say before slightly jumping as she felt something poke against her asshole. Arthur swirled his fingertip along her tight entrance, finally situating his finger against the very center. Slowly, he applied pressure and his finger gradually entered Molly's ass. Arthur was overwhelmed by how hot and tight it was inside this part of her. Molly didn't say anything else about Arthur's exploration, merely groaning every few moments. Once Arthur had sunk his finger inside her up to the second knuckle, he began vibrating it.

"Oh god!" Molly exclaimed, going mad with pleasure. Arthur then put his attention back to Molly's pussy as he sped up his thrusts, slamming his cock into her with rapid pace. As their sweating bodies churned together in sexual bliss, they both felt the pangs of approaching orgasm. Molly dug her fingers into the beanbag chair as Arthur continued his brisk thrusting, until they both reached climax.

"AH~!" they groaned together. Arthur's cum spurted into Molly's vagina for the second time that day as his dick spasmed enthusiastically inside her. His finger felt almost crushed by the undulating pressure of Molly's ass as it shook about. Molly's eyes rolled back in her head and a trail of drool escaped her mouth as the pleasure consumed her. After a few moments, Arthur pulled his hips back, allowing his cock to slide out of Molly's pussy, and then he gently pulled his finger out of Molly's butt. Arthur quickly retreated upstairs to wash his finger off. When he returned, he found Molly lying facedown under a blanket on a white bed. He stared at the bed for a moment before realizing that it was the same couch they'd slept on earlier, now converted into a flat futon. He saw Molly's dress and gloves is a pile at the foot of the bed. Arthur disrobed to his boxers, tossing everything else on the floor next to Molly's clothes. He then slid under the covers next to a slightly snoring Molly and fell asleep.

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"Here's your sample," said Molly as she handed a small flash-drive to a young man sitting behind a cheap wooden desk in front of her. He took the flash drive and inserted it into a CPU sitting by his feet, and then directed his attention to the computer moniter sitting on his desk. Molly stared at him. He was, without a doubt, the filthiest person she had ever seen in her life. Motor oil and grease completely covered his jumpsuit, likely inside and out. Also stained by motor oil were his hands, his boots, and his face.

"Hmm, he's got potential," growled the man sitting behind the desk, snapping Molly back to reality..

"His face ain't much, but he's got the most beautiful cock I've ever seen," said Molly. "When I first saw it, I had to take a minute to make sure it was really real, that thing is gorgeous."

"Hmm, it's tempting," said the man behind the desk. "Does he know you're here? Or why you came?"

"Hell no, Ed. He's not quite up to.... 'modeling' yet. I've still got some grooming to do. I'll introduce him to the pictures slowly, and then bring him around for photoshoots once he's comfortable with it. Right now, he should still be asleep at home," explained Molly.

"Hmm, good," said Morty. He pushed a button on a communicator sitting on his desk. "Everything's clear, come on in." Within moments, two men opened the door to Edmund's office, locking the door behind them. Molly raised her eyebrows.

"You want them to see the sample pics too? You're more impressed with them than I thought," chuckled Molly. Edmund stood up.

"Sorry Mol, but that's not it. You see.... we've been commissioned to do a photoshoot, and we're going to be paid a lot of money for it. The only problem is the subject of our little shoot..." said Edmund slowly as he walked around his desk. He stopped at the front and stared at Molly.

".....Who, me?" exclaimed a puzzled Molly. Edmund nodded his head. "Sorry Ed, you know how I feel about that. It's out of the question."

"We'll cut you in on a LOT of money," said Edmund, attempting to persuade her.

"I've already given you my answer," said Molly. "No." Edmund slumped his shoulders.

"I was afraid you'd say that," replied Edmund. He made a motion with his hands and the two men that had entered the office grabbed Molly's shoulders.

"Hey! What is this?!" shouted Molly as she started thrashing about.

"Don't bother screaming, these walls are two feet of solid concrete," said Edmund as he watched the men attempting to restrain her, but Molly began violently resisting. She punched at the men behind her and flailed her legs against Edmund, one of her kicks landing square against his knee.

"Ow, dammit!" he shouted, grasping his knee. His eyes narrowed in anger, and bent low and punched Molly in the stomach. Molly made an exasperated wheeze as the breath was knocked out of her. Edmund then took his fist and backhanded Molly across her brow.

"Art..." she quietly wheezed before passing out. Edmund straightened his jumpsuit.

"There," he said. "That should make the photoshoot much easier."

"Hey, boss," said one of the men. "Didn't the buyer say he'd pay double if we got him a video of her?" Realization dawned on Edmund's face.

"Hot damn! That's right! Where's the camera at?" asked Edmund eagerly.

"It's at my place, boss!" said the third man, now grinning.

"What?!" screamed Edmund. "Your place is an hour's drive from here you moron! She'll wake up by then, and the buyer won't like it if we have to put more bruises on her!"

"But boss, I'm sorry, I-" frantically said the third man.

"I don't wanna hear it!" yelled Edmund, before placing his face in his palm. He was silent for a few moments. Then, he pointed at the third man and said calmly but firmly, "You: go to your house, get the video camera." He then pointed at the second man. "You: stuff the girl in the closet." The two men quickly went to their work. The third man unlocked the office door and ran out, apparently heading to his car. The second man gathered up Molly's unconcious body and began walking out the office door, before he was stopped by Edmund.

"Can't have this, now can we?" he said playfully as he pulled a green Samsung cellular phone off of Molly's beltclip. Edmund then nodded to the second man, who continued walking to the supply closet, where he awkwardly stuffed the unconcious body of Molly MacDonald inside before locking it shut.

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Arthur woke up. He checked his watch. 11:00 a.m. He shook his head. He'd had the craziest dream. He looked over to the other side of the bed and noticed that Molly was gone.

"Molly?" he called. No answer. He got up and looked around. No Molly in sight. He stepped out of the bed and his felt his foot track over some clothes. He looked down and recognized the tuxedo from the day before. Can't wear that, he thought. He noticed Molly's closet had been left open, so he looked inside. Arthur was amazed at the sight. Molly really is a tomboy, he though. Molly's closet was populated by a number of boy's clothes. Arthur picked out a slightly ripped black tee shirt and a pair of jeans, which he then tried on. To his surprise, they fit very well. Once dressed, he walked upstairs.

"Molly, you up here?" he called out again. No answer. Arthur thought for a moment and rushed to the garage. He quickly climbed up the attic stairs and called again for Molly. Still no answer. He climbed back down and began looking out the windows, first the backyard, then the front yard, then both sides.

"Where did she go?" said Arthur to himself.

"Where's Molly?"



Author's comments:

Whoo, this was a doozy. Sorry for the delay folks, this chapter nearly killed me with all the restaurant nonsense I had to trudge through. Oh well. I didn't focus on too much symbolism in this chapter. There's a few pieces here and there, but nothing remarkable or unique enough to note. I did enjoy placing several parallels into this chapter though, both to the first two chapters and the next chapter. The most obvious parallel is the beginning and ending of this chapter, both focusing on Arthur searching for Molly. Otherwise, I'm going to have to snub you guys by cutting my little symbolism exposé short this chapter. I promise to make it up to you after chapter 4, alright?



Speaking of chapter 4, it will be the final chapter in my little story. As far as I've got in my head, it'll be a short one, but it'll represent an excellent climax to my story. And by being short, I'll be able to get it finished faster, so there's that to look forward to. Sorry for letting Molly get beat up. I've always wondered why lemon and erotic fiction authors even bother putting conflict in their stories, as it seems like a definite boner-kill. Now I know, conflict is a very easy way to change reader's opinions of characters while creating new plot points and furthering the story. Ah! There's so much I want to say, but I can't without giving the story away. I'm really sorry.



As always, thanks for reading, and feedback is strongly encouraged.