The hyperactive girl's bright sneakers pitter pattered fresh indents into the overgrown, equally bright green grass, her small, stubby hand tugging your much larger one further down the forest trail, her angled eyes practically glistening with stars with how excited she was.
"Come on, comeoncomeon! It's just over here! We're close!!" Molly exclaims in anticipation, her little crop jacket fluttering in the crisp winds of summer and her skirt bouncing with every playful wobble as she drags you every step in the way, acquiescing to her spastic movements with an idle sigh and a breathy groan while she scans the distant horizon with a hand to her forehead like a visor.
. . .You try your hardest, and fail ever harder, to not let your eyes wander to the spandex shorts riding up high on her thighs from her sporadic movements, the fluttering of her skirt giving you the occasional glance of partially translucent fabric covering her most sensitive bits. It only rid up more and she bounced down the woodland trail, scrunching up with not a care in the world, and no shame for that matter. It was riding up high enough that the pretty, flush tone of her tan skin was bleeding through the fabric in the clenched up spots where it was stretched th-
"Hey! You're listening, right?" Your daydreaming about the breathtaking view is broken up by a quick and sudden poke in your side, pressing deft fingers into a sensitive spot in your stomach that makes you jolt even with the thick white t-shirt you were wearing to numb the pressure. "I wanted to tell you about- uh, I forget, but I bet it was important!" Her lighthearted, quarter-quarter bothered tone makes it apparent she didn't actually care, and it's enough for you to barely take the words seriously beyond giving her mangy little ponytail and droopy locks of brown hair a playful pat.
Molly giggles, trying to mimic the gesture on you in revenge, but only accomplishing a few meager jumps while trying to grace her palm against the top of your much, much taller head.
You can't help but laugh at her struggles, tilting back on the heels of your dirty sneakers and straightening your crooked back to gain a couple more meager inches to make the task even more grueling for her.
"Haha, no fair! When I get taller, it's over for you!" She boastfully declares in a huff and puff, leaning forward on her tippy toes, breathing heavy from the sporadic, sudden movements, suddenly deciding to take a new course of action, gripping one spindly arm around yours and using it to push herself up with more force. "Gonna climb you like a tree!" She gets little leverage in attempting that, and she's still giggling along to your deadpan amusement even as you grip her by both shoulders, holding her in place. Though, "in place" wasn't saying much, given that she couldn't hold still to save her life, rubbing her sneakers into the grass and shaking her legs in beat to a tune she was humming to herself in between snickers.
Eventually the two of you continue down the trail, this time she returns to your side, latched around your sleeve, tugging on your ruffled hoodie, dragging you up a particularly steep hill towards your destination: a large, weathered tree, a worn rope swing swaying in the wind from a crooked branch hanging out over the side of the hill, a flat patch of topsoil dirt marking a spot right beneath the shade of the canopy.
"Surprise!! I found this spot with Libby! Anddddd I thought I'd show it to you too!" She bounds towards the tree, giving the bark a few thumping, strong slaps with her hand before sitting with crossed legs on the bare spot of ground. She beams at you with her widest smile, patting the ground right next to her with far more loving pats. "Come on! Sit sit sit!!" She didn't lose any of her usual energy even after your little play session earlier, if anything she only seemed more hyper, somehow, practically throwing herself on you when you joined her on the ground, jumping on your lap and pointing out towards the distant horizon.
Beyond the flat, grassy plains and small patches of treeline, you could see the gloomy, gray town off in the distance, all of it muddying together into a mass of brownish lights, drab brick, and unappealing suburbia. Though Molly didn't seem to care, rubbing into your crotch accidentally from trying to adjust herself, her continuous ADHD twitches and jolts only intensifying the sensation growing in you in the process. . .
"You can see all of Brighton from up here! If you look really, really close, you can see my house too!" She tries to lean even more to show you what she means, to push herself towards the farthest edge of your lap, but she goes too far and would have tumbled off entirely had it not been for you quickly grabbing her by her sides, reflexively tightening your hold around her flat chest in the process. Your long fingers grab into the inner layer of her jacket, around that tight top of hers, barely feeling small, budding nipples beneath the surface, perky from the winds and prodding into your palms. . .
The tween kept her delighted, if not jolted, face, even with where your hands were, she didn't seem to really fully understand what the contact was, and how you were so shamelessly fondling her, which was expected with her completely clueless energy.
"That was close! Thanks for-" Before she can finish, you try and *motivate* her a little bit, squeezing her chest much harder this time, so she can fully process the sensation of rough skin digging into tender flesh. . . Now THAT gets a response out of her, her tan features erupting into an over the top blush that traced from her puffy cheeks to the edges of her cute, tight jaw. She doesn't move, biting her pursed bottom lip, shuddering from the barely there pain, and the fresh flare-up that sends a wave through her lower half. . .
Molly shivers, her knees splayed out beneath her trembling, she leans deeper into your arms to stop herself from falling down, pushing herself into your touch impulsively in the process, rubbing her thighs together and giving you another lovely view of those spandex shorts hitching up her ass. . .
"T-That feels weird, but, uhh. . . good! Umm- v-very good!" She takes it in stride, she was a durable girl like that, her smile not breaking for a moment, even as you massage tender circles into her nipples with your heavier palms. . .
You bury your nose into her, beneath the outer folds of her jean jacket, giving her a deep, sudden inhale, getting a whiff of her aroma of sweat and body odor from the hike, a subtle hint of cheap deodorant edging off the sharp aroma. . . You can't help the deep groan, neither can you fight the urge to force her back down onto your lap, rutting her against your crotch, working out a few more inches from your semi-hard cock. . .
"I've um, never done this before! I t-think I know what you're doing, I- I think! But can you t-take the lead?" She stumbles the words out even with her intensely excited tone, pleading up to you with an adoring smile and pupils wider than pennies. Her beaming smile only grows when you unravel yourself from her just enough to let her willingly strip her jacket off, tossing it aside without a care, and it's not long before her shirt is next. This time, you put her words to heart and take the initiative, pressing her head down into padded grass, seeing inch by inch of delicate skin as the shirt is slowly pulled above the threshold of her chest. . .
The white and black bundles stay clumped up around her shoulders and neck, muffling her constant twitching shudders behind thin cotton, the air felt so thick you'd swear you could see every inhale and exhale, every slight movement of her shaking thighs and shifting arms, every movement that comes with palming her flat chest, with every wincing gasp of her dark nipples being squeezed between two short cut nails. . .
Sweat is pooling down the crook of her neck, from her hairless armpits at her sides, edging down the clenched knot in her stomach, the constant flow only seeming to grow more constant when you move to give her lower half plenty of love too.
Grubby fingers worm beneath her purple skirt, your pointer and middle used to work your way down her already-wet hole, you're big enough to practically cover her entirely, enough to soak through the sheerness and cover your palms in a shiny layer of slick. . .
You take a moment to pop the digits in her open mouth, gagging on the foreign taste, before quickly adapting when what you wanted became obvious to her, taking tentative, testing licks at you with the tip of her tongue, every little gulp around you obvious with every spas from her small neck.
"Mn- Salthy!" She slurs out, the words barely coming out with you still buried in her, working out an amused snicker when they finally leave her, a thin line of drool connecting her bottom lip to the tip of your hand. . .
Molly doesn't lose her obvious amusement even as you start working her shorts and skirt down her short legs, bunched around her knees, giving you only a few inches to push them apart, to bare her hole to the open air, and to your hungry, waiting gaze.
Engorged, pretty pink folds, the same lovely shade as the rest of the tween, a red hue to it all from sensations she wasn't used to yet, feelings that only strengthened when the tight knot holding your sweatpants up is undone, and your cock can unfold from its enclosed space with a simple tug of your waistband. . .
Molly doesn't look like she's entirely certain about what she's looking at, but an ever-nervous widening of her narrow eyes and a confused thumbs up is all the confirmation you need to keep going without pause, mimicking your previous gesture but with your hard cock this time. Rubbing your decently sized shaft between her outer lips, back and forth, rapid, needy movements, desperate for contact, desperate for release, desperate to see how long you could last with meager foreplay before you lost control and just ravaged her.
And be it the combination of the sensations, the noises, and the overwhelming aroma of bodily fluids, you only can last for a couple moments at best.
You only need to tug her back a little bit to give yourself the right angle to push your tip straight in, meeting the expected amounts of firm resistance for a cute, virginal thing like her, pressing in inch by inch, as slowly as you could with how excited you were, and earning noise after noise of deep groan intermixing with loud squeal.
"O-Ow- w-" Its too tight, and she can't muster the words to tell you that its too tight, and too intense, and too painful, but it's not like she isn't having a fun time anyways, which lets her power through it nonetheless, looking up to you with wide, loving eyes, hearts practically in her pupils with how mindless and overwhelmed she was.
You rub into her thin, unshapely waist, her bony sides, that barely-there frame of fat in her stomach, using what leverage you could to work out more noises from her, to make sure she enjoyed this just as much as you did, her stubby toes were curled, and her fingers were wide and spread out in pleasure fueled rigor mortis.
Then, faster and faster, you work yourself into her, pulling out to the base and pushing back in harder and with more force, watching the way a firm bulge formed in her stomach with every press, a spot that you gave plenty of attention with more palming presses when inside her. . .
"G-Gee- g-g-woa- woah-" She's panting with her tongue out like the little lapdog she embodies, sucking in desperate breaths through spotless teeth, button nose working just as hard and failing just as much as the rest of her, convulsing and leaning into your thrusts to milk out that strange sensation that was forming in her crotch.
One uniquely hard penetration, and one hand gripping around her throat to cease anymore air from entering her lungs for a moment or so, and a rapid pace that shook her to her core meant she came before you did.
Molly's entire body locks up like a vice, clenching around you with so much force, her fingers ripping out large tufts of grass from beneath the tree, toes dug into the dirt, going spread eagle from the sheer force, moaning in a very not porn-worthy way that came out more like a jolting squeal of a stepped on field mouse than some hentai tier noise.
Squirting shots of her translucent juices provide plenty of lubrication for your own pleasure, and for your own delight, her tan thighs and stomach and taint shiny with her slickness, every fuck into her now came with a wet plap, and you didn't need many more of these sloshy, moist presses into her cunt with your cock before you reached climax too.
Sweat pools down your gaunt face, dripping onto her equally wet stomach, thick globs leaking out of her stretched hole, white strands mixing with liquidy slick. . .
You're both breathing heavy, you feel as if you're gonna fall over, wobbling from the force of coming, a sharp heat in each of your cheeks, rushing through your entire body like an overpowering warmth. You lean back on your haunches, rubbing yourself clean with your waistband, trying your hardest to catch your breath. . .
". . .Huh! That was cool!" Molly declares shamelessly, before you knew it she was sitting up again, albeit clothless, rocking back and forth in glee, arms wrapped around one of yours, snickering to herself loudly, any and all sign of her previous overstimulation felt as if it had melted away entirely. "I never did that before! I should ask Scratch about it maybe he-"
You press a finger to her thin lips to silence her incoherent rambling, groaning in bemusement, leaning back against the tree slowly, dragging her down with you with how lightheaded you were, pulling her onto your bare lap to shut her up for a second. . .
You appreciated how sturdy she was, even if it was also a little annoying.
But hey, being annoying was what made her lovable.
You doze off for a moment, Molly's continued talking swaying off into the nothingness providing a wonderful white noise in the process.
"-listening still, right? I really really liked doing that with you! We should do it again some- oh oh maybe I can talk to-"
Blacked out, she was going to quiz you about this later, and you were gonna have no clue, not that she would care much.
She had a lot of fun either way.