Free Mollify by Xavier Neal

being so understanding about this date. I swear, this was not what I wanted to do.”
    “But it was so much fun,” she replies.
    “I wanted grown up fun.”
    “So sex?”
    “I didn’t say that.”
    Megan mumbles, “You didn’t have to.”
    “Is there something wrong with sex?”
    Her lips press together but she doesn’t say anything.
    I open my mouth to argue but stop.
    Wait. What did you say? Don’t push? But I don’t understand. But I...fine. Have it your way. We will try it your way. This time.
    “We didn’t get to talk much about you last time Megan. I mean we did a little today. I know you wanna be a Kindergarten teacher. That you and Liv have been best friends since your senior year. But what about your parents? How are they?”
    “Dead.” The cold reply has me sitting up straight.
    “What? What do you mean dead?”
    “How many things could dead possibly mean, Dean?”
    Realizing how dumb that sounded I try to force my body back down to relaxing before I say something to close her up permanently. “I meant...what happened?”
    “Boating accident on the lake. Drunk driving on a boat is just as stupid as it is in a car.”
    “Were they driving?”
    “Dad was.” She nods slightly, sliding herself back into my arms. Taking the invitation I wrap both of mine around, embracing her tightly. “I was 17. After that I was moved back here to live with my aunt and uncle, which was a nightmare.”
    “Why?”
    Megan hesitates to respond but when she does her voice is barely audible, “My aunt hated me because I was a constant reminder she never got to have children. And the drunken loser she calls a husband tried to sneak into my room at night to touch me.”
    My body flexes around her protectively.
    Nothing will hurt this girl if I have anything to fucking do about it.
    Softly I plant a kiss on the side of her forehead. “I’ll keep you safe too. Just like Little Bit.”
    She smiles and lifts her gaze up to me, thankful I assume for chance to change the subject. “From the Tickle Monster?”
    “Nah...” my fingers tickle her sides until she’s withering in my grip.
    Breathless and spread underneath me, Megan cries out, “Mercy! Mercy!”
    “You give up?” I roll over onto my side, my hand still stroking her stomach.
    “Yes,” her laughter finally starts to simmer. “You are way too good at the tickle game.”
    “I’ve had some years to practice,” I comment at the same time I drag my fingertip down, lightly grazing her hip, earning me an instant shiver. Before she can freeze up or have a comeback that puts a wedge between us I lower my mouth to hers sucking the breath she just gained back out of her.
    Fuck. Kissing this girl is enough to make me wanna blow my load on it’s own. Or is that lack of having come in so many days?
    My hand continues gentle strokes up and down her stomach, across her hips and down her thighs, avoiding the sweet spot between her legs on purpose.
    I want her to really want it before I take it to that level. Anticipation is a huge key. Write that down.
    Megan’s tongue submits to mine while her hips beg for my hand to slide into that one place it’s refusing. Her whimpers are choking my self-control, forcing my free hand to grip the pillow aggressively. Carefully I undo the button on her jeans, the motion alone enough to falter her breath.
    Fuck. If she’s this easy to please from just being undressed, the orgasms are going to kill her.
    Taking my time in fear of going too fast and meeting resistance, I slide off her jeans successfully. However when I go to remove her black thong her hand lands on top of mine, stopping me. “Dean wait.”
    In a painful groan I do.
    “Can we just...like..” the sentence struggles to come out of her mouth. “It’s just...it’s not...you’re not gonna like it.”
    Is she fucking crazy?
    “Baby.” My hands move from underneath hers, gently stroking the outside of her soaking wet panties. My cock knocks against my jeans knowing