Saving Molly by Lana Jane Caldwell Page A

the upper hinge with a hammer.  She stood there a minute watching.  “What in hell have I gotten into.” she thought as she watched him.  Willy was a wisp of a man, walked with a funny kind of gait and for certain, there was nothing masculine about him.  “Can you bring my things in.”  She shouted and closed the door.
     
    The hall door opened and Willy appeared, struggling with two boxes.  One had cooking utensils, the other the food they brought with them.  Molly went straight to work making supper.  It was dusk now and would soon be dark.  “Supper's just about ready.  It's nothing fancy.”  She said to Willy as he entered the back door.  He threw in a canvas bag that Molly knew were blankets, sheets and pillows.  Next came the mattress that Molly's mother had bought for them.  “Okay.” he replied with a grin.  He dragged the mattress into the bedroom, flopped it onto the old bed with a crash and much creaking from the iron springs.
     
    Willy sat down at the end of the table and looked toward Molly at the stove.  That, she knew was her cue to serve his supper.  She set a plate in front of him and another with three broiled beef steaks, a bowl full of golden fried potatoes and a smaller plate filled with sliced cucumber and tomato.  He dug right in without saying a word as Molly returned to the stove.  She made a fresh pot of tea and placed the teapot and a cup beside his plate.  Willy never looked up from his supper.  She would eat after he was finished.  That's just how things were.
     
    Willy finished his supper and without a word, walked out the back door.  Molly dished a plate for herself and ate her supper in silence.  The aroma of cigarette smoke sifted through the back door.  “He'll be back in soon and the fun will begin.”  thought Molly.  She did up the dishes and made their bed. 
     
    She removed her dress and hung it neatly on the hook on she found behind the door, jumped into her night clothes and walked over to her bag on the dresser.  She searched until she found what she was looking for.  A small bottle of perfume.  A couple little dabs behind each earlobe and one between her breasts.   “I guess I should smell nice.”  she said to herself.  This was Molly's first time with a man and she wasn't really sure if she was looking forward to it. 
    The back door closed, then Willy was throwing a couple more sticks into the stove. 
     
    It was dark outside and a small sliver of moonlight was shining onto the floor almost dead center in the room.  Willy came through the door and began to undress.  Molly watched.  Like a kid, he dropped his clothes right where he stood.  She couldn't see much, just his shape, then he slid under the covers. 
     
    Neither of them moved a muscle for a few minutes.  “Molly.” he said quietly, “ I guess we have to do this.”  He reached over and kissed her lips.  It wasn't a passionate kiss nor was it very long.  His hand stroked her body from her shoulder to her hips then lifted her nighty to her waist.  Willy's hand massaged her mound roughly and parted her legs.  He then rolled on top of Molly and was trying to push his member into her.  She wasn't sure if he knew what he was doing.  He wasn't even close.  Molly reached down and found his hard member, guided it into position.  A couple of years ago Molly's mother had told her all about the wedding night and what to expect.  She said it would hurt a bit because his member would be big.  Willy pushed and his hard member went inside her.  It did hurt but not as much as Molly had expected.  Willy sure wasn't taking his time about things.  He went right into high gear.  His strokes were fast, about 12 or maybe 15 all told.  Willy moaned and as he did Molly felt the heat of his semen inside her.  He then rolled off Molly, leaving her lying there with her nighty still up around her hips.  Within few minutes he was breathing steady, fast asleep.  She pulled her