Molly didn’t even have to think about this. “That one. I want him.” She pointed.
The puppy was a two-pound black and white Boston terrier.
The blonde girl crouched on her knees and picked him up from the enclosure. She handed the puppy to Molly.
Molly immediately hugged it close to her chest while fresh tears poured down her face.
The puppy looked up at Molly with big trusting eyes.
For a few seconds, no one spoke as the puppy and new owner bonded.
“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you,” Molly sobbed.
“What are you going to call him?” the girl asked.
“Bean,” Molly announced. “I’m going to call him Bean.”
Ten minutes later, we were in the car, on the way back home. Every time I looked at the mirror, Molly was staring at her new pet lovingly.
Bean was returning the love too and was staring back at Molly with big trusting eyes as if she had owned him all his life.
The ringing of a phone broke through the purr of the car engine.
I watched Ella talking on her phone. Her forehead creased. Whatever the other person was saying had Ella worried. Spending a lot of time with her meant I could read changes in her very quickly.
She made one ah noise, then listened quietly. When the call was done, she looked away, but not before, I caught the worry in her eyes.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
She smiled but I could see it was strained. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a friend pouring out her troubles.”
Back home, Molly carried Bean to the backyard.
Ella and I stood outside the picket fenced in area.
Bean seemed to be busy getting used to his new play area. He ran back and forth the square space and explored his kennel.
Molly laughed and plopped down on the grass to watch him.
He wagged his tail and ran around her.
Ella and I exchanged a look and smiled.
Just seeing Molly this happy gave me hope that she would soon come out of her self-imposed shell.
“You have made one little girl very happy. You’re an awesome dad and Molly is very lucky,” Ella murmured.
Her words touched me. All I’d wanted was to be a good dad to Molly. I wanted to make up for all the pain she had gone through in her short life. Pain, Penelope and I had unthinkingly caused. “Thank you, but it was your idea.”
Ella nodded. “True. But you made it happen.”
“See you girls later,” I said. I had a few calls to make
Molly didn’t take her eyes off Bean. “See you later, Daddy.”
“Catch you later,” Ella said.
I turned back to look at Ella before I entered the house. Her expression looked troubled, and though her gaze remained on Molly, I could tell her mind was elsewhere. I headed to the library, feeling anxious over the change in Ella. No matter what she said, I knew something was wrong.
I asked myself hard questions. Like why it bothered me so much. It was Ella’s business not mine. Then I quickly answered my own question in a way, so I wouldn’t have to think too hard about that question. I needed Ella to be happy to enable her to do her job well.
I got the chance to question Ella again after dinner, when Molly went to bed. As we sat companionably in the living room, I waited for the perfect moment to broach the subject. Ella was leafing through a magazine while I was reading an architectural book.
“You don’t seem like yourself this evening?” I said. “If there’s something I can do to help, please tell me.” I surprised myself by meaning every word. I would do anything to remove the worried look I’d seen on her face in the car and in the backyard.
Her eyebrows rose in surprise. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, sounding genuinely surprised.
I shrugged. I’d probably read her wrong. Maybe it was like she said. Something had happened to her friend she’d already forgotten about. Relief flowed through me. I felt relieved that everything with Ella was okay. “Well, if everything is fine…” I let the words trail away, distracted by the expression on her face.
“I can prove it to you,” Ella said with a wicked grin. She placed her magazine on the table and got up. She came over to me and straddled me, raising her dress before sitting down.
I hissed when I felt her bare pussy. She had no panties on. All night long, she had been sitting around with no panties. My breath hitched. Her sweet feminine scent teased my nostrils and senses. I fought down the instinct to take charge and sat back with my hands on the side, waiting to see what she had in mind.
Ella placed her hands on my shoulders and inched forward until she was sitting on my hardened cock. She gyrated her hips, rubbing her bare, open mound against my cock.
“I can feel every inch of your big cock,” she said.
My cock jerked against her and she let out a soft moan. She ground down on me. I had locked the door earlier, so I raised my hips and pulled down my pants along with my boxer briefs. I settled back down with my cock hard and ready between us.
Ella wrapped her hands around it lovingly and stroked it.
I lay back and closed my eyes.
“I want to bounce on your cock,” Ella whispered.
My cock jerked against her hands in response. “Whatever you want, minx. I’m all yours.” I watched her with hooded eyes.
She raised her hips, positioned my cock at her entrance, and slid down on me. She hissed as she impaled herself on me.
“Fuck,” I growled as her tight pussy enveloped my cock completely.
She wore one of those wraparound dresses and I pulled apart the two front pieces to expose her breasts. Her nipples were hard against the lace. I freed them and her breasts popped out close to my face. I pressed her breasts together
