by S M Mala
‘Oh,’ she groaned, feeling the start of an orgasm from the friction on her nub.
His hips started to move faster.
She knew he was getting off at having a wank courtesy of her swollen skin and Molly was very close to coming. Grabbing him tightly, she knew she couldn’t stop it and pulled her lips away so she could let him know what was going on.
It was done with a very throaty groan which he then copied. She realised he’d ejaculated all over her tummy. Jamie was trying to swallow and seemed to be having a problem breathing before saying,
‘You said concentrate on your lips but you didn’t say which ones.’
Week eight of the engagement … clinch
‘I’d prefer to stay at yours.’
Jamie was sitting in his office on Tuesday afternoon, staring at Molly. She’d been unable to wipe the smile off her face for over a week.
Their Thursday kissing session finished at three o’clock in the morning when the man with the engine which was unable to do re-starts, had come twice, courtesy of Molly’s lady lips and her hand.
‘Let’s have sex,’ he whispered. ‘You know it’s going to be amazing.’
Molly laughed.
She was desperately close to grabbing his gear stick and shoving it in the previous night, but knew it would complicate things.
‘And I need to kiss you everywhere.’ Jamie was leaning forward. ‘You have to let me do it. These lips need to kiss you. I adore your mouth, but there are other parts of your body that need to be explored by me.’
Still she didn’t say anything, watching the man look earnestly at her then at her breasts. She knew it was driving him a little bit silly, knowing she had will power, and he had to have some too.
But it was fading fast.
‘God, I fancy you so much,’ he continued, gritting his teeth. ‘Why won’t you let me stick it in?’
‘And then you say something so ridiculously romantic and wonder why I won’t?’
Shaking her head from side to side, she grimaced before smiling at his comment.
‘Or let me bury my head in between your thighs and munch on you?’ Then he gulped making her do the same thing. ‘Do you want to go for a shower? I need one.’
‘A cold one,’ she sighed and smiled.
Jamie jumped up and sat next to her, placing kisses all over her face. She looked out at Mr Mac glancing then shaking his head.
Putting her arms around Jamie’s shoulders, she closed her eyes and enjoyed his mouth against her skin.
The phone started to ring, and it was her mobile.
‘Don’t answer it,’ he said and she placed it to her ear.
‘Hello,’ she laughed when Jamie started licking her neck.
‘Hello Molly.’
Immediately all happiness was depleted from her body.
She couldn’t speak and noticed Jamie pulled away, staring at her in confusion.
‘Hello Sam,’ she whispered, hating hearing his voice.
‘I’ve been trying to get hold of you and it’s been hard work.’
‘I’m in the middle of something,’ she replied and looked at Jamie’s concerned expression. ‘I don’t think there’s anything we need to talk about.’
‘I think that’s where you’re wrong. A lot of things have happened since we split, and I want to talk to you. It’s been playing on my mind for a long time.’ Sam’s voice sounded a little shaky. ‘And it’s important.’
‘Can’t it wait?’
‘I don’t think it should.’
‘Then tell me now.’
‘I have to do it, face to face.’
The idea of speaking to him, let alone seeing him in the flesh, scared her. Jamie then cradled her face in his hands, gently kissing her lips before mouthing, ‘Tell him to piss off.’
‘Are you in London for a while?’ she asked, watching Jamie pull a face then let her go.
‘I fly out tomorrow then I’m back in a few months because ...’ He hesitated. ‘So you don’t want to see me before then?’
‘You’ve not wanted to see me since you walked out so why should I want to see you? I know your career is on an upward turn though your most recent film fell flat.’ She noticed Jamie started to laugh. ‘I’m sure you’ll bounce back.’
‘Look Molly, I might need your help,’ Sam said seriously. ‘And you may need to give it.’
‘I don’t need to do anything,’ she said, getting annoyed at his tone. ‘If it’s serious, get a solicitor to contact me. You know, like how you did when you left to make sure I returned all your things?’
Jamie was shaking his head from side to side, acting as if he was disappointed on what he’d just heard.
‘Jesus, I need your support here,’ Sam said sharply.
‘And where was your support when I needed you? Don’t phone me again.’
She hung up, but her hands were shaking so violently, Jamie put them in his.
‘Look at me,’ he said, focussed on her eyes. ‘He shouldn’t have called.’
‘I don’t want to see him,’ she said, trying not to cry. ‘He said he needed my support. Why?’
He held her in his arms, and she pushed her face into his chest, inhaling his scent and feeling safe.
‘As I’m your new pussy, and you’re mine,’ he began, making her look up at him. ‘I’m here to comfort you, which I’d like to do to your pussy but we have to speak about this shit actor first.’ Jamie looked down at her. ‘He hurt you, we know. Molly Drew, you have to see him when you’re ready and find out what he wants. Even I know it has to be urgent if he’s calling you on the mobile when your mother told him not to.’
‘I want to have a nice Christmas and New Year.’
‘You better not be in love with him,’ he said, holding her gently by the shoulders and peering into her face. ‘You have to be in love with me, remember?’
‘I know the drill.’
‘You’re going to have no choice in this,’ Jamie whispered. ‘I want you to fall in love with me then you’ll be safe. He won’t hurt you if you don’t love him.’
‘I don’t love him.’
‘But do you love me?’ he said with a sly grin. ‘I think you do.’
Glancing away, she didn’t want to make eye contact as it would reveal everything. She stared at Mr Mac who was still frowning in their direction.
‘Love is a complication,’ she whispered before looking back at him.
‘Love makes sex better.’
‘I see,’ she said, pulling away and sitting back. ‘This all about me letting you stick it in?’
‘I couldn’t have put it better myself.’
‘Jamie, do you use that line of chat up to bed people?’
‘Do you have to ask?’ he laughed and kissed her passionately searching her mouth with his tongue. When their lips parted, Molly realised she was falling for him, diverting her eyes so he couldn’t see how she felt. ‘And talking about Christmas, you do know what I want from you, don’t you?’ As she was about to open her mouth, he spoke. ‘I want you to be happy and realise you have a wonderful future ahead of you. Start being positive and turn everything around. I know you can do it.’
‘Oh! I thought you were going to say sex.’
‘That goes without saying.’
‘I want to know what he wants.’
Molly said to Kim that afternoon. ‘He turned up at the school and now he’s calling me. Can you find out? I know it’s an odd request, but you still speak to that dirt bag, Hamish.’
The laugh was loud down the other end of the phone.
‘That’s because I have to,’ Kim eventually replied. ‘Why not meet Sam?
Looking out onto the garden, her view obscured by the scaffolding, she felt disgruntled about the conversation with her ex.
‘Why? He’d have told Hamish what was going on. They’re as thick as thieves.’
‘Which means your ex-agent might call you? What’s worse? Sam or Hamish?’
‘In one way or anot
her, they both fleeced me.’
‘I’ll try my best. I’m pleased you rang because I got a call from someone today asking about your availability.’
‘Really?’ she said, knowing she sounded more shocked than flattered.
‘And they didn’t ask about voice over but for a series idea that they have of yours.’
‘I see.’ Molly hesitated. ‘Did they say who they were?’
‘What have you been up to?’ her agent whispered down the phone. ‘Are you working on something?’
Glancing at her laptop, she hadn’t opened an email from Bill then sat down to look at it.
‘I might have an idea for a kid’s series based on Bert.’
The gasp was loud from the other end of the phone.
‘He was a puppet, not a paedophile,’ sighed Molly, making Kim laugh. ‘Maybe Sam’s heard and he want’s custody of my baboon. Probably saying he owns part of it.’
‘Whatever you do, keep me informed. And you have a voice over session next Wednesday, don’t forget, and they’ve booked you every week up until Christmas and…’ There was a little pause. ‘You sound happy. Are you?’
‘Take me out to lunch and find out.’
‘That’s a date.’
Switching off her phone, she looked at the email from Bill.
He wanted her to work on the idea of Bert the Baboon in different environments and the comedy side of his character.
Then she knew she had to do one thing.
Get the bloody baboon out of his hiding place.
Walking into the spare room, she got the step ladder and placed it by the shelves. The room should have been the spare bedroom, but she hadn’t got round to sorting it out. It was the next thing on her ‘to do’ list.
That list also had ‘get a proper job’ which was out of reach, as was her puppet. The box was in the corner, behind all sorts of paraphernalia she had kept over the years when Bert was famous.
She frowned at the publicity material in the clear plastic bags.
Tommy Halo’s face was plastered along with her baboon. She got the bags and threw them to the floor. Managing to reach the box, she knocked it down.
Bert was in a hat box, strapped in tightly. Molly blew the dust off and took it into the living room, placing it on the coffee table. She then got her spray can of furniture cleaner and removed a layer of grime.
Now it was a weird feeling, seeing Bert again. It had been years since she looked at him. Somehow, she had blamed the poor puppet for what had happened but it wasn’t his fault. He was a puppet after all.
It was Tommy Halo for getting frisky with a bloke in a public place.
Undoing the belt, which was wrapped around the box, she took off the lid and removed the wrapping paper.
She’d took out the lavender scented pouches. The aroma hit her when she looked down.
And there he was.
Her little puppet.
He looked much smaller than she remembered.
‘Oh Bert,’ she said, picking him up and looking into his eyes. ‘It’s been such a long time. I’ve missed you.’
Molly hugged him in her arms, and the sensation she was feeling was a little odd.
It’s as if something that was lost had been found, making everything feel a little bit better.
‘Are you having an affair?’ she heard, making her jump out of her skin. Jamie was standing by the door, holding the spare keys. ‘I never took you for bestiality.’
‘It’s Bert.’ Molly focussed on her puppet. ‘He needed to come out for air.’
Jamie flopped down beside her on the sofa, staring at it.
‘It’s much smaller than I thought,’ he said honestly.
‘I expect people say that to you?’ she cheekily replied and was met with a look of disbelief.
‘You know that’s not true,’ he whispered. ‘Put it on then.’
‘No.’
‘Let me see. I’ve never met a celebrity puppet before. It’s not like he’s Kermit or Miss Piggy.’
‘Don’t go slagging him off,’ she said defensively. ‘This little thing got me my flat, holidays and nice places to eat. It seems silly when you think about it. Something I shoved on my left hand.’
‘A bit like the boxing gloves. To protect and punch. That could be what Bert is to you. Something you hide behind to say and act the way you want to. Without him, could be what’s missing in your life.’
‘You’re quite philosophical sometimes,’ she said grinning at him. ‘Full of surprises.’
‘Have you ever had sex with him on your hand? Used him to jerk anyone off?’ he asked. Molly’s mouth dropped open at the thought. ‘There’s always a first time.’
‘He has to be kept pure!’
‘Now talking about pure.’ Jamie removed Bert and placed him back in the box. ‘What are we doing tonight?’
‘You’re here early,’ she said, glancing at the clock. He was moving closer. ‘What are you up to?’
‘Not you, because you're virtuous,’ Jamie grinned then turned very serious. ‘I would never force you to do something you didn’t want to even if it were my Christmas present, which is on Friday, if you didn’t know. I’d hate for you to think that I’m badgering your badger, so to speak.’
‘My badger’s fine,’ she smiled, starting to kiss his face. ‘You can stroke it, if you like.’
‘You see,’ he said, sitting back, shaking his head furiously. ‘Then you go and say something like that and I get all hard!’
She giggled.
‘And Mr Mac says when you come to the gym you have to train. He wants you in top shape for the fund raising.’
‘No way, Jamie! I’m not doing it,’ she laughed. ‘I am not getting in the ring especially as I’ve been punched. I don’t know why you think it’s a good idea.’
‘You know some people with cystic fibrosis will be competing?’ He turned on his challenging glare. ‘They’re less able bodied than you… or maybe they won’t be considering how you were flaying your fists around at me last week.’ Jamie shrugged and smiled. ‘They want to show they can compete.’
‘I don’t want to go in the ring and fight.’
‘I’ve got the perfect person for you. It’ll be fun.’
‘Who?’
‘Up and coming talent.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes, really,’ he grinned, kissing her nose. ‘He’s twelve so you’ll be level.’
‘Funny.’
Slowly, he put his arms around her and gave her a massive hug, kissing her head. Molly could have stayed there forever, given what she was feeling.
‘I’ve got some news,’ he said, pushing her away and placing his forehead against hers. ‘I’m going on holiday in February.’
‘You lucky thing.’ The first sensation was a stabbing loss at not seeing him. ‘Anywhere nice?’
‘For nearly the whole of the month in South East Asia going from island to island. Bali, Thailand, everywhere to be honest. I need a break.’
‘I’ve not been on holiday in years. I’m jealous. I was planning to go to Cyprus where Nikos’s family are from but never got round to it.’
‘I wanted you to know,’ he said, looking nervous.
‘I’m happy you’re getting away,’ she lied. ‘I might go to Butlins for a weekend when you’re off and pretend I’m there with you.’ Molly’s smile was unintentionally slipping. ‘Will we keep in contact after the 31st of January? I’d like to but if you don’t want to, I’ll understand.’
He pushed her hair away from her face and stared into her eyes before hugging her tightly.
She took it to be a ‘no’ before holding in her tears which would almost certainly be followed by more heartbreak.
Week nine of the engagement – Peek a boo
‘You look very convincing, the pair of you.’
Squirrel, Molly and Jamie were in a bar, having a drink on the Sunday, after Christmas. They were attending a boxing event that evening which she was being dragged to.
Her cousin looked at them. ‘Your acting classes certainly paid off.’
‘That’s the idea,’ said Jamie, taking her hand and kissing it. ‘All pretend.’
‘Because I am a fake fiancé.’
She smiled and couldn’t help the happy sigh coming up through her chest.
Everything had been wonderful even though she knew it would end. He was going away to re-coup from his ordeal of being engaged (his words, not hers, but she knew he was trying to be funny).
She’d seen him on Christmas Eve and they didn’t swap presents, just kisses.
It was all perfect.
Too perfect but she was happy, though Sam wanting to meet still bugged her.
‘And we’ve been engaged for eight weeks. We’ve had our ups and downs, but things are certainly looking up.’ Jamie grinned then kissed her on the cheek. ‘And that makes me happy.’
They looked at each other, grinning like silly people.
‘James, my man, will you get some drinks? I’m stuck to this chair, and I’d like to have a word with Molly, if that’s okay?’
‘Sure,’ he said, getting up. ‘Same again?’
‘Yes, please,’ Molly replied and noticed Squirrel was eyeing her with deep suspicion.
Jamie kissed her gently on the lips before walking away.
‘What is going on?’ hissed Squirrel as soon as Jamie was out of ear shot. ‘You both don’t look like you’re pretending. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you weren’t.’
‘People are around, so we have to look as if it’s real.’
‘Auntie Connie said he turned up a few weeks back. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the old dear had the hots for Jamie Cohen.’
‘Who hasn’t?’
‘Molly! He’s a colleague of mine, and you’re getting paid. He better not be taking advantage of you. I know what he’s like. Rough diamond and all that but he’s got a way with the women.’ Squirrel moved closer. ‘And I can see you like him.’
Molly watched Jamie at the bar, talking to people and being very sociable. She couldn’t tear her eyes away.
‘I’ve only got five weeks left of this engagement, and he’s made me feel good about myself,’ she quietly replied. ‘It’s been a long time since a man was nice to me.’