The Good, the Bad and the Molly


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Disclaimer: This is a work of erotica, meaning it is not written for persons under the age of 18. All people and events depicted in this story are fictitious and the author as well as the publisher in no way advocate for any acts that go on in this story.

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Chapter 1

“Oh fuck yes Aaron, give it to me!”

It was a phrase I had come to hear a lot ever since I started going to college. Peterson U was by no means the best for… anything, really, but god damn if it didn’t have the best girls on the planet. Every Friday night, like clockwork, I found a girl, danced with her, and was usually having my way with her in her dorm room. Tonight was no exception.

I thrust into her as hard as I could, loving life and loving the feel of the girl’s beautiful, cute little ass. She couldn’t have been any older than a sophomore, but I didn’t really tend to mind. Age seemed to be invisible once kids were out of high school, in college, and mature enough to realize  your age didn’t really matter as long as you weren’t breaking the law.

I grabbed the blonde girl’s hips and thrust into her, enjoying how her body quivered as I shoved my whole eight inches into her. I reached below her and grabbed her tits – somewhat of an awkward angle, and there was barely anything to grab, but I still loved the sensation.

“Harder, Aaron! Harder!” The girl begged, lust and desperation fogging up her voice.

I chuckled at her. She was so easy to please. All of my conquests were. Foreplay was easy. It was all about her pleasure, and how she responds. Some girls were ready after maybe five minutes of me playing with their nipples, others needed some light fingering to really get them in the mood. By the time I’d resorted to licking their pussies, no one ever didn’t cave. I guess I had what some people called ‘the gift.’ I could never describe it well, and God knows I was maybe the worst guy at sexting in the world, but when it came to showing a girl a good time, I knew what I was doing.

I thrust in and out, listening for the girl’s pants and moans, timing my thrusts to help her reach a mind-blowing orgasm. I savored the feeling of her precious ass – it really was a work of art. If I weren’t already deep inside her, I’d be on my knees in that moment, licking and kissing her cheeks for all their worth.

Each time I thrust into her, I made an effort for it to be deeper than the last, filling her up better and better each time. The girl was loving it, her voice an incoherent mess of shouts, pants, and words she couldn’t even form thanks to how lost in her lust she was. She adored me. She worshipped me. She wanted me. And I was all too happy to return the favor for such adoration, drilling her with long strokes, long past the point of breaking a sweat with how much effort I put into going faster, all so she could have the roughest, deepest, best fuck of her life.

The girl’s panting and moaning got shorter and closer to shrill screams, which was a telltale sign. I quickened my efforts, thrusting in and out farther to fill her up better. All too soon, the girl tensed up and her back arched. I thrust in one final time, keeping myself stationary so she could savor the feeling of me filling her up completely.

After a few seconds of gasping, then another few of silence filling the room, she exhaled sharply, signaling the blissful cooldown from her orgasm. Showtime, I thought to myself as I grinned evilly. Listening for the perfect moment, I found the opportunity, then, out of nowhere, started furiously pumping in and out of her beautiful tight pussy.

The way her skin rippled as I thrust her with force she didn’t know I had, the shock painting her face as her head whipped around… I lived for it. Just as I had suspected, her breathing quickened and I used her cooldown from her last orgasm to ride her back up to another one. If I thought she was moaning before, at this point I was sure she could have alerted people across campus what we were up to. As an added bonus, I smacked her ass a few times as I drilled her sweet, small pussy. She was bouncing back against me furiously, evidently loving what I was doing to her.

Just like last time, her breathing was quickening, except now instead of just shrill screams it was a chant of “Fuck, fuck, fuck” she was repeating, in between satisfied moans. Finally, she let out a prolonged “Fuuuuuuck!” while facing the ceiling, all while remaining still. Remaining buried in her, I leaned over and kissed her back tenderly, adding to what she was feeling. Yeah, I didn’t get off, but so what? Sex was more than just a race to me – it was about who was in control, and that was me.

…Who was I kidding? Sex was a justification. Sex was a way to reassure myself I could do something correctly. I hated aftersex thoughts – I always loved to hide from the truth, but every time I had sex, I always had to deal with the guilt that washed over me after.

I looked at the girl with new eyes. Who the hell was this?! I didn’t even know her name. What if she wanted something extra from what we just did? I was certainly going to disappoint her. Maybe it was all for the better that I practically never came when I was with a girl – I sure as hell didn’t want to get a girl knocked up, and deal with her for the next nine months. I had enough trouble just dealing with myself – I sure didn’t need a mini-me running around.

The girl sighed contentedly as I withdrew my deflating cock from her. “Holy shit.” She mumbled happily. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had in my life.”

“I get that a lot.” I shot back confidently, keeping whatever I was feeling internal. She got up off her knees and her back hit the bed as she sighed again. A few seconds passed and she patted the spot on the bed next to her, smiling innocently.

“I should probably go.” I told her.

Her smile faded. “You didn’t like…?” She asked.

I sighed. “Look… I’m an idiot sometimes. I don’t really want to stay, that’s all.”

“Why not?” She asked me.

“Because if I stay and we get to know each other, feelings are going to develop, and they’re going to be yours.” I answered bluntly. “You’re going to start liking me, and you’re going to want to see me more often. I see what’s coming and distance myself since I don’t want anything serious. You can’t get over me at this point so you call me a lot despite me not wanting to answer and both of us just become miserable because I had to listen to my dick instead of my head and fuck just one more college chick. You were great, babe, but you’re not special. And I know you want to think you’re special. That’s why you should get attached to someone who thinks you are. I’d rather you get pissed at a stranger than have your heart broken by a friend. Got it?”

She said nothing at first, then inhaled slowly. “Whatever.” She finally told me. “If you want to leave, no one’s stopping you. Thanks for the night.” She flatly told me. She pulled a blanket over her and turned away so that she wasn’t facing me.

It always turned out like this. When was I going to fucking learn? ‘No strings attached’ were three words that just didn’t exist in girls’ dictionaries. You’d think after all this time I’d have learned, maybe just tried the whole girlfriend thing or even just stop having sex because this always fucking happened, but nope, I stupidly kept thinking ‘This time is going to be different.’

I got dressed and left without another word. I hated the walk of shame I had to do. Being used to it just made it worse.


Dorm rooms were a fucking financial nightmare, so I’m really glad I just rented a place slightly off-campus starting in my freshman year. It was a really wise move. It was slightly inconvenient having to bus every day, but the savings were worth it. The only downside was, I never really got a say in how much privacy I would be getting.

As soon as I opened the door, still lost in my thoughts, I heard a very loud and peppy voice. “Aaron!” In from the living room bounced Chris, who hugged me immediately.

“Hey, Chris.” I said to him flatly, annoyed by his constricting embrace.

He broke off the hug and pouted at me. “The bar wasn’t good to you tonight, was it, sweetie?”

“I told you guys, I was just out studying.” I lied. “I’ve got a big test about the Balkan Coast post-World War One coming up.”

Chris wagged a finger in front of my face. “Don’t even lie to me.” He warned me in his flamboyant voice. “I know what you get up to. I know everything.” His hips were cocked, which accentuated his hourglass figure quite well. I bet that’s why Jerome waited until that moment to follow Chris into the coat room.

“Chris, leave him be.” Jerome ordered in his low, gravelly voice. His natural disapproving look was displayed clearly on his chiseled face, and his judgmental blue eyes were fixed on Chris. “Don’t make him uncomfortable.”

“Aw, but Aaron’s never uncomfortable about it.” Chris whined. “Don’t I get to ask him a serious question once in a while? We could do an intervention thing or something.”

“Look, guys, I appreciate it, but I’m really fine.” I protested. “I’ll be fine. I’d just like to have some space.”

Chris looked deep into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity. “You have the most beautiful hazel eyes. I have never noticed that before.” He finally spouted.

“Chris.” Jerome said sternly. Chris pouted and backed away.

“Fine.” He conceded. “But if you ever want to tell us anything, we’re here for you.” He joined Jerome and stole a quick peck on the lips from him.

“Chris, not in front of him.” Jerome snapped.

“I don’t mind.” I waved them off as I took off my shoes and plopped down onto the living room chair. The duo followed, with Jerome sitting down on the couch and Chris getting into some kind of cuddling position with him. Us three sat in silence, watching TV, with Jerome lightly stroking Chris’ hair.

“You guys.” I lightly joked.

“You just said you didn’t mind.” Chris piped up.

“It’s not that.” I replied. “I think you’ve been here more this week than I have. When are you moving in with us?”

Chris grinned. “Yeah Jer. When am I moving in?” He asked teasingly.

Jerome groaned and buried his face in his hands. It was hard to see all of his face considering Chris’ big hair was in the way. It wasn’t long, it was just… big. Almost poofy, but not frizzy. Just a big brown mess. Jerome’s hair, on the other hand, was short, blond, and seemingly well-maintained. The two looked like they were straight out of a Neil Simon story. Mine was the usual short Italian black hair you saw in practically every mobster movie, minus the copious amounts of grease.

Chris turned his attention from Jerome to me. “We’re working on it.” He told me. “Jer Bear spent half the night making arrangements, doing phone calls…” He reached up and rubbed Jerome’s cheek sympathetically. “It’s been a rough night.”

“I was about to say, it’s past 2am.” I pointed out. “I figured you guys didn’t spend the whole night watching Sci-fi B-movies. Are you staying over, Chris?”

Chris nodded. “Sleeping on the couch again.”

“I offered you my bed.” Jerome pointed out.

“But then you’d have to sleep on the couch.” Chris pouted. I knew a way that neither one of them had to sleep on the couch, but I didn’t know how open they were about that kind of thing, so I kept my mouth shut. “I don’t mind. It means I get to spend more time with you. And Aaron and Molly, of course.” Chris added.

“Oh, right. Molly.” I said nonchalantly. “How’s she been tonight?”

Jerome shrugged. “Same as usual. In her room.”

“Poor darling’s been cooped up in her room all night.” Chris interjected. “Studying and practicing, making sure she doesn’t make a single mistake all year. You know, I think it’s better to learn from mistakes in university than always be too prepared. Wouldn’t you agree, honey?” He looked up at Jerome with his trademark puppy dog eyes.

“Sure.” Jerome answered gruffly.

“But she does have the cutest button nose.” Chris went on. “And her beautiful red, curly hair. And her deep brown eyes.”

“What, you thinking of marrying her?” I asked Chris jokingly.

Chris smirked. “Call me when she gets a sex change, then I can leave this oaf.” Chris prodded Jerome in the cheek, giggled, then reached up and kissed him on the nose. “Besides, they keep the same hours.”

“Oh, she’s still awake?” I asked disinterestedly.

Chris nodded. “Last time I checked, which was maybe half an hour ago, she was.”

I shrugged. “May as well go see her then.” I told them flatly. “Then I’m gonna hit the hay. You two have a good night.”

“You too, sweetie.” Chris merrily waved me off. Jerome merely raised his hand, eyes still fixed on the TV.


Molly, true to Chris’ word, was in her room, eyes glued to her laptop screen. From behind I could see her tight-fitting shirt, hugging a modestly attractive figure. She was more than one step away from an hourglass, but truth be told, that was a-okay in my books. A lot of girls may have looked conventionally sexy, but Molly looked real. It was a nice change, especially considering what I got up to away from the house. Her red curls hung down past her shoulders, slightly down her back, covering some kind of casual sweatshirt. She was so married to her work that she didn’t even see me come in, creep up behind her, and hug her from behind.

“Hey, you.” I started warmly.

She gasped in surprise at the sudden, unforeseen contact, but quickly relaxed. “You scared me!” She accused lightly, trying awkwardly in her chair to return the hug.

“Sorry.” I said lightly. “Whatcha working on?”

“A paper for my classics course.” She replied, looking over the screen. “How’d your studying session go?”

“Like the rest, I guess.” I replied, trying to be subtle about keeping my hands on her shoulders. “History’s bland. Don’t ever switch into it.”

She chuckled. “I don’t think a classics major is that much different.” She told me warmly. “Just a few… y’know… thousand years.”

“…Yeah. Other than that, same thing.” I teased.

“Shush.” She giggled. “I would have thought you’d think it was too late to bother me.”

“Chris tipped me off.” I answered. “We were all upstairs, watching TV and he got onto the topic of how lovely your hair is and stuff.”

I could practically hear Molly’s smile. I could picture it even though I was behind her. “Aw, he’s such a sweetheart.” She said lovingly. “He should be more serious about school though. He has a performance exam on Monday.”

I snorted. “Y’know, people complain about stereotypes, and there he is. Theatre major, leather vest, flamboyancy that would put Liberace to shame…”

“So?” Molly asked. “It’s not like he’s harming anyone with it.”

“Oh, I’m not saying that.” I protested. “I’m just saying that he’s going to give people the wrong vibes. Some people get weirdly angry when people are like that.”

“Maybe, but that’s their problem, not his.” Molly argued. “You’re giving him a hard time because of who he is. Lighten up a little.”

Why was Molly the only girl in the world I had no clue how to talk to? “Sorry.” I mumbled lamely, gingerly taking my hands off of her.

She sighed. “No, don’t be.” She said, closing her laptop and whirling around her chair to look at me. “I’ve just had a long day. I hate studying.”

“So do most students.” I told her. “That’s why they don’t do it much. They just have fun instead. Remember ‘having fun’?”

She chuckled and stood up, hugging me. “Maybe I need a refresher.” She told me. “Maybe I’ll do something fun on the weekend.”

“There we go.” I smiled and broke off the hug. “Maybe we could do something together. How about I take you bowling? My treat.”

“Bowling?” Molly asked me incredulously. “…Bowling?”

“Hey, you liked it in grade 9.” I justified myself, shrugging.

“Oh boy. Four years ago. Thank you, Sir White Knight, for realizing that I never change.” Molly took an over-exaggerated curtsy.

I laughed. “Alright, alright. Bowling’s off the table.” I let a pause sink in for effect before I asked, “So, when are you going to find your White Knight anyway?”

“I told you a thousand times, I’m not looking.” Molly answered me. “I don’t need to be part of a relationship to make me happy. I’m just fine on my own.”

I shrugged. “Hey, sometimes, things just happen.” I told her. “You may think you’re fine on your own, but suddenly some guy comes up to you and bam! All of a sudden you can’t think about anybody but him.”

“So you keep saying.” Molly told me. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were hitting on me.”

“Well, good thing you do know me better then.” I answered with a slight chuckle. “We wouldn’t be a good match. The age gap thing would be too weird. That doesn’t mean I’m blind to the fact that you’re a good catch though. I don’t want some guy seeing that and taking advantage of you. I just want to make sure you end up happy.”

“Aw, I’ve got a big, bad older brother.” Molly teased, before skipping up and hugging me again. “Thanks.” She remarked as she broke the hug.

“You’re worth it.” I told her, using my finger to sweep a stray strand of hair away from her eye. She smiled up at me then looked down, and her eyes remained glued to my pants. “Uh, Aaron…” she started.

“What?” I asked.

“Your fly is undone.” She informed me uneasily.

“Aw, son of a bitch.” I remarked as I quickly did it back up. “That’s embarrassing.”

“I mean, it’s cool.” Molly replied, a subtle finish in her tone indicating she was giving the undone fly’s origin some thought.

“I didn’t mean for you. My whole study group probably saw me come back from the bathroom with it down.” I lied coolly. “This is going to be like the third time. I wonder why they didn’t say anything.”

“If it’s the third time, maybe it’s because they figured you’re never going to learn.” Molly giggled. Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Now what about you?” She asked, walking back to her chair. “You haven’t had a girlfriend since high school. If you’re so sure I need a boyfriend, why don’t you have someone to love?”

“You know me.” I sheepishly replied. “I don’t know how to talk to girls.”

“Now that’s just not true.” Molly replied, working on her paper again. “I saw you every day in high school. You never weren’t chatting up some girl. You’re the smoothest guy on the planet.”

“That’s just your subconscious taking pity on me.” I teased.

“You take one psych class and now you’re a genius, huh?” She teased back.

“I am a genius, thank you very much.” I told her with a smile. “Besides, I just don’t think I’ve met the right girl yet. Or maybe I have, and she just hasn’t noticed me.”

“Well then, she’s blind.” Molly told me, still looking at her computer, away from me. “Any girl would be lucky to have someone like you.”

My smile faded, but she couldn’t see. “Yeah, sure.” I replied, making it sound like the smile was still on my face. “Well, whenever you do get a boyfriend, make sure you run him by me first. I want to make sure he’s worth your time. Us guys, we got a thing for detecting fuckboys.”

“Huh?” Molly asked. “What’s a… that?”

“Fuckboys?” I asked. “Guys who are just in it for the sex, have no emotional attachment. They’re usually heartbreakers, but girls usually can tell they’re not worth it. Unless the girls just want sex themselves.”

“Oh, that’s just pathetic.” Molly replied. “You’d think by university we would have learned that sex is more than just arbitrary humping. You know what? I bet those guys are really lonely on the inside.”

I stayed quiet for a while. She didn’t notice, content to sit typing away. “Bet they are.” I finally said. Silence followed, broken by the vibration of Molly’s phone on her desk. After a small period of her reading it, she turned the chair around with a smile on her face.

“I think we have a winner for this weekend.” She told me, grinning, showing off those perfect teeth of hers.

“Oh yeah?” I asked her. “What’s that?”

“How would you like to come over and have dinner with my parents tomorrow?” She asked me, smiling.


Molly and I were more than just childhood friends. Our families were lifelong friends, which made our friendship that much better growing up. Every so often, her generous family would invite me over to dinner and for every time I accepted the invitation, the happier I’d be for a next time. Not only was Mr. Sharpton a great cook, but all of the Sharptons for whatever reason loved my company. I often felt like they were happier to have me than my own family. Hell, I practically considered them family. Every dinner was a happy, special occasion without fail, filled with happiness, good food and laughter.

“So of course,” I continued my story, “the prof has no clue this is happening. After all, the projector screen is behind him, so he isn’t looking, right? So he keeps carrying on with his lecture while it’s being shown to the whole classroom.”

The family joined me in laughter. “The whole class saw it?” Mrs. Sharpton asked in disbelief.

“The whole class.” I confirmed. “I didn’t believe it at first. But then I realized, ‘yup, that’s definitely his e-mail address.’ I thought I was going to die laughing.”

“He came home still laughing about it.” Molly reminisced happily before eating a spoonful of mashed potatoes. “As soon as he got home he rushed down and gave me the whole story.”

“That is so crazy.” Mr. Sharpton said amongst chuckles. “I never had professors that weird. Daisy, honey, would you like some more of anything?”

“No thank you.” Daisy Sharpton answered in a quiet, timid voice. Daisy was that kind of twelve-year-old. You’d bet she’d be giggly and loud around her friends, but put her in adult company, at family reunions, whatever the case, and she would only speak when spoken to. I bet she was shy at the table even when guests weren’t there.

“Alright.” Her dad said, his tone reflecting slight worry at her. To be fair, she looked like a smaller, and I mean minuscule, version of Molly. Even for 12 years old, she looked noticeably skinny, and kind of short, but otherwise she looked like a slightly different Molly. Mr. Sharpton turned his attention to the rest of the table. “Anyone else?”

“I’m full.” I immediately remarked.

“No thanks, dad.” Molly sweetly responded.

“I’m fine, thanks.” Mrs. Sharpton responded.

“Alright then, I’ll clean this up.” Mr. Sharpton declared, scooping up his and Molly’s plates. “Molly, could you lend me a hand darling?”

“Sure, dad.” Molly obediently nodded. Mrs. Sharpton excused herself and went to the washroom. Daisy got up quickly yet quietly, and as soon as she could, bolted for the basement.

Molly sighed, watching her. Slowly, she looked over at me. “Aaron…” She started slowly.

“Yeah?” I asked innocently, pretending not to know what she was about to ask.

“I know this must get annoying after a while, but could you please watch over Daisy and make sure she does her homework?” Molly asked. “She’s falling behind again. Normally I would, but I’m kind of busy here.”

“Molly…” I groaned.

“Please? It would mean the world to me.” Molly begged, putting some plates into the sink.

I grunted. “Fine, but someday I’m going to start saying no.” I warned her.

Molly beamed. “Thanks, you’re the best.” She told me. “I owe you one.”

“That makes twelve now, does it?” I asked her bitterly as I started to go down the stairs.

I walked down the stairs slowly and loudly to show my disdain to Molly. As soon as I got about halfway down though, and saw Daisy slumping in a chair, my steps stopped being so arduous.

“The coast is clear. It’s only me.” I told her.

Daisy breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God.” She muttered aloud. She took her math book and threw it across the room, grabbing another book and crashing on the basement’s leather couch. She sighed in pleasurable comfort as she laid down. “Thanks.”

“No worries.” I casually remarked as I sat down on the perpendicular couch.

“You think that after all this time my family would learn to talk to me properly.” Daisy muttered aloud, beginning to read her book.

“Right.” I answered sarcastically. “It’s totally not your fault at all for not being honest. Maybe you should learn to communicate and make your feelings clear to them.”

Daisy lowered her book. “That’s big talk coming from a college junior who can’t even admit to Molly that he likes her.”

“Hey! That’s different.” I objected. In response, Daisy started making chicken sounds. “Oh, that’s just immature.” I told her.

“No. It’s immature for an adult. For a preteen, I’d say I’m right on track.” Daisy shot back.

I chuckled, then let silence fill the air. “So how’s the hunt for her going, anyway?” Daisy asked.

“Oh, as poorly as ever.” I answered honestly. “She has zero interest in me.”

“Mmm.” she lazily acknowledged me. “And let me guess, never once did you hint to her that you have zero interest in her too, just to avoid the awkwardness of having her know that you like her.”

I bit my lip. “You can read me like a book, can’t you?” I asked her.

“Practice helps.” She answered. “I read both pretty often.”

“If you’re such a love guru, when are you going to get a boyfriend?” I asked her.

“Are you kidding?” She asked me, putting the book down. “I’m 12. How mature do you expect the people in my class to be? At my age, nobody’s sexy. Definitely not a bookworm like me. I practically have ‘future librarian’ written all over me, minus the glasses.”

“I think you’re pretty sexy.” I honestly admitted to her.

“That’s because you’re a fuckboy.” She answered bluntly. “Plus you’d get arrested if you tried anything with me.” She casually picked up the book again.

“I am not a fuckb-!” I angrily responded, cutting it off by a sigh.

“Aren’t you? You ask me for advice about dating my sister and the next thing I know you’re coming on to me. Look into my eyes and tell me that if I jumped you right now you would try to stop me.”

I said nothing. She gestured towards me. “If you really find my sister special, stop doing that. I’m 12, for God’s sake.”

“You said that.” I replied bitterly.

“Clearly you haven’t internalized that.” She fired back. “I’d be a lot more comfortable if the guy that ends up dating my sister isn’t a potential child molester. And rest assured, I don’t find you, or anyone, attractive in the slightest.”

“I don’t want to have sex with Molly.” I pointed out. “That’s got to mean something.”

Daisy rolled her eyes. “Sure. It means she’s the only girl you don’t view as a sex machine. You realize that you’re implying you’ve completely separated sex and love in your mind. ‘I don’t want to have sex with her but I’ll still give her the time of day. It must be true love.’ Do you even know the names of the… I’m going to go with ‘dozens’… of girls you’ve slept with?”

“Why are you so mature for your age?” I asked her, trying to change the subject.

She shrugged. “Thank him, I guess.” She pointed up, symbolically to the sky. “I understand sex. Whoa, what a weirdo. You know why you don’t understand it and I do? You spend so much time having it, and I get to see what that does to you. You’ve sexualized someone who wants to be your sister. How sick is that?”

“You don’t talk like you’re 12.” I protested. “So maybe you’re living proof that I’m attracted to more than just tits and asses, seeing as you have neither.”

Daisy cocked an eyebrow. “That’s seriously your argument?” She asked incredulously. “Never mind. I can’t imagine why Molly doesn’t like a guy like you. You’re one hundred percent charm.”

I chewed my lip again. “Molly doesn’t like fuckboys.” I admitted. “She called them pathetic.”

“That’s because they are.” Daisy answered. I sulked, and she took notice, putting the book down and sighing. She put her hand on top of mine. “If I thought you couldn’t change, I wouldn’t bother to help you. I want my sister to be with a nice guy, and I’d like you to be my big brother.” She leaned against me. “So let’s work towards a solution, huh?”

“How do we do that?” I asked her.

She reached under the couch and pulled out a notebook. She opened it before me, revealing that it was blank. “Every time that you have sex, write the date and instance down in here. Every time we see each other, I want the list to be shorter and shorter. And for every time that you do have sex, I want you to write down what you liked about the girl. Her smile, the way she talks about her major, her laugh, anything to get you thinking about them as people. Hopefully you’ll learn to see girls as people instead of just potential sex partners.”

“Nah.” I told her, and put the notebook in her hands.

“What do you mean, ‘nah’?” She asked me.

“I mean I don’t want you as my psychiatrist.” I answered, standing up. “You’ve taken your position too seriously. I wanted you to be my friend, instead you’re trying to dictate how I live. I’m not having it.”

“Well, that’s a good notebook wasted.” Daisy dryly commented, putting the notebook back under the couch. “Okay, fine. But you do have to change your ways.”

“I know.” I replied, sitting back down. “I just want to change them by my rules. Changing them by anyone else’s makes me… uncomfortable.”

Daisy slowly hugged me, smiling. “That’s understandable and I’ll respect that, as long as you make an effort to change.” She told me.

I kissed her forehead. “You’re precious, you know that?” I asked her.

“Yes, I do.” she answered me, before going back to her book.

“What are you reading?” I asked her.

The Prince. It’s a sixteenth-century treatise by Niccolo Machiavelli. It talks about political power in real terms. Some historians argue that it caused the birth of modern political philosophy.” She answered me, not looking up.

“God damn.” I muttered. “You sure know how to make me feel small. How was Leviathan?”

“Stupid.” She answered. “Hobbes’ justification of an absolute government may have been revolutionary at the time, but we should only read it for historical context at this point, and look for arguments for and against despotism in derivative works. It’s a wonder his readers didn’t enter a second Dark Age.”

I scratched my head. “How am I the one going through a history major? Didn’t you get a C in your last American history class?”

She looked straight at me. “School’s stupid too.” She flatly answered. “My teacher honestly believes that the invasion of Belgium in World War One had no significance towards England’s involvement. That’s just common knowledge. If I get a C in that class, I should be proud of it.” She went back to her book. “iTunes U does a better job of teaching history, and that’s saying something. Unless we’re talking about that one on the early Middle Ages. Yale is bae.”

Ugh. Preteen slang, combined with intellectualism. This girl may be going places, but not popular places. “I think I remember now why I prefer Molly over you.” I grumbled.

“Yeah, because you are happy around her and you have things you like to talk about. I get the impression you ask about my books to be nice. You don’t really care, do you?” She didn’t let me answer. “Most of the time we only talk because I’m valuable to you. As you said, precious. I can help you get what you want. But Molly actually is what you want. She makes you happy, you like being around her.”

“Thanks for telling me about my own feelings.” I shot back. “I’m aware I like Molly. I’m not an idiot in all subjects.”

“Your first draft on the Balkan coast was a joke.” She muttered in response.

“How?!” I asked. I worked hard on that essay.

She waved me off. “I’ll e-mail you later. Now you should probably get back upstairs. Just tell them I’m doing multiplication of fractions or something.”

“And not debating fuckboys?” I asked her humorously.

“Hey, remember, you taught me that word.” She answered. “Maybe if you wouldn’t keep interrupting with your bad influences I would have finished my Khan Academy Calculus course at this point.”

“Your parents are so naive, aren’t they?” I asked her, grinning. I didn’t believe they were, but it was nice to bond with Daisy.

“Yeah, they really are.” Daisy grinned back. With that, I trudged back upstairs, stomping to put on a show.

Daisy’s timing was, as usual, spot on, given that Molly had just finished with the dishes by the time I got back upstairs. “Hey.” She warmly greeted me. “How is she?”

“As difficult to work with as ever.” I grumbled. “I would just tell her to do it and she’d timidly tell me she ‘doesn’t get it.’ I explain it to her, and she still doesn’t get it. Does she have ADD or something?”

“Just be patient with her.” Molly coaxed soothingly. “She’s a bit of a slow learner. Maybe you were talking too fast.”

“I dunno.” I sighed.

“I appreciate you trying anyways. I know you don’t like it. And don’t worry.” Molly said happily, giving me another hug. “I think she likes you, for what it’s worth. We all do.” She looked into my eyes and smiled. “It’s like you’re a part of the family.”

I smiled back. She had no idea how badly I wanted to be a part of the family.

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Chapter 2

Evidently in the Sharpton family, shyness was abundant in the girls. I couldn’t speak for their mother, but I could speak for Daisy and I could definitely speak for Molly. It was Monday, a day when we both were busy with classes right up until lunchtime, which we regularly spent at the university’s cafeteria together.

“Thanks.” She quietly thanked me as I put a tray in front of her. “I owe you for the next meal.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I smiled as I sat down next to her and gave her a side hug.

She smiled softly before putting her arms on to the table and digging in. “How was the seminar?” She asked me.

“Brutal.” I answered. “Whoever created the timetable to include 8am should be fired. I’m just glad I have Tuesday off. Otherwise I’d be dead all week.”

“Is that why you always sleep in until 4 on Tuesdays?” she humorously asked me.

“I do not.” I protested, a sly smile on my face. “I just stay in my room until four.”

“With the door closed. Making no sound. With paper-thin walls. With me playing music loud enough to wake anyone up.” Molly continued for me, cocking an eyebrow with a sly smile of her own. “Suuuuure you do.”

“Well, what else would I be doing in there?” I asked her.

I could swear her eyes flickered down to my crotch briefly, but knowing me, it could have been my imagination, plagued with desire. “Hey, that’s your business.” She finally said.

“I ought to wash your mouth out with soap!” I told her.

She shrugged innocently and took a bite out of her sandwich. “I didn’t say anything!” She protested.

“But you implied it!” I argued.

“That’s what you think.” She argued back. “You’re the dirty mind here.”

“Maybe I wasn’t thinking something dirty. Then you’re the one with the dirty mind.” I protested.

“This conversation’s going in circles, isn’t it?” She asked me.

I shrugged. “That tends to happen.”

“Yo.” Some prep tapped me on the shoulders and I spun around to face him. Several other similarly dressed kids were awkwardly standing behind him. “Mind if we sit next you guys?”

I glanced around. It was around lunchtime, so the cafeteria was pretty full. “Yeah, go ahead.” I said, knowing what was coming next, but not wanting to be discourteous. I looked at Molly as the guys sat around across from us and next to me, and sure enough, her shoulders hunched forwards slightly, and she was looking straight ahead at the table. We had the foresight to have her seated at the edge of the table, at least.

“Thanks, guys.” The prep said, seated across from Molly. “Will you be here long?”

I shrugged. “My next class is at 2, so I might, if that’s alright.” I answered. The prep nodded, and looked at Molly. I didn’t even need to look at her to know I had to take over. “She’ll-”

“I was asking her, not you, bro.” The guy coolly told me. “I’m sure the lady can answer for herself.”

Molly took a small inhale that would be unnoticeable if I wasn’t looking for it. “Dunno.” She told them with completely expressionless face.

The prep chuckled in confusion. “‘Dunno’? You don’t know your own next class? You should look into that, then. It’s probably important to know your own classes.”

“Yeah, probably.” Molly simply answered him, still staring at her food.

“So what’s your major?” He asked, leaning in closer. Molly nudged me with her foot.

“Look, buddy, cool it with the questions, huh?” I told him, placing an arm down on the table to assert my dominance.

“Whoa, bro. Didn’t realize you got to speak for her.” The prep told me. “Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“No.” Molly cut in before I could say anything. I didn’t want to admit it, but it hurt that she said it before I could.

“Well, there we go. Looks like not only is it okay, she also can speak for yourself. So why don’t you just let two people talk, huh?” The prep stared me down.

“Walk away from this table.” I ordered calmly. “Take your friends with you. Sooner would be better than later. That’s what I want, and that’s what she wants.”

“This got hostile really quickly.” One of the prep’s friends muttered.

“Is that so?” The prep challenged me, looking towards her. “Is that true? You want me to go?”

“I don’t care.” Molly flatly said. With one hand, she held her sandwich. The other was down on the bench between us where no one could see, her fingers nervously tapping away.

The prep smiled smugly in victory as he shifted in comfort, evidently staying. “Alright, fine.” I admitted, my tone even. “We’ll just go.”

I stood up and took my tray, and without a word, left the guys at the table. Molly followed suit immediately, wiping the smile off of the prep’s face as she left them behind. We quickly found a table for just two people and sat down.

“We should have just come to this one first.” I remarked.

Molly sulked. “I’m sorry.” she said quietly, still notably uncomfortable. “I don’t mean to be a burden on you.”

I grabbed her arm opposite the table. “You know it’s not like that at all.” I assured her. “As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters.”

She smiled weakly, not believing what I said. She never really did. I let go of her arm and she went back to eating her sandwich.

“So…” I tried to break the awkward silence. “How’s Georgina?”

“You mean Georgia?” She asked.

I shrugged in response. I didn’t really pay attention to her friends – I listened when she had stories but I was never good with names anyway. I just wanted to change the topic to something else.

“She hasn’t really talked to me much.” She answered simply, taking another bite and slowly chewing. “I think she found a new circle of friends. I’m happy for her.”

“What, so she just left you?” I asked incredulously.

She shrugged. “Maybe she’s just busy.” She offered.

“Molly, you really need to start sticking up for yourself.” I told her seriously. “You stick up for Chris just fine. You stick up for that classics shit you’re taking. Talk to her. You’ve lost how many friends since you started uni?”

She shrugged again. “It happens. People branch off into different paths. It can’t be helped.”

“Molly…” I groaned.

Her shoulders moved forward. “Next topic.”

She couldn’t use this tactic forever, but I had to comply. “Alright, alright.” I admitted defeat. “I’m sorry. I’m just concerned.”

“Got it.” She simply said in response, before taking another bite and chewing nervously.

The rest of the time there, we ate in silence. It was painful.


“I heard you had a drama performance today.” I made small talk to Chris as we walked through the halls. “How’d that go?”

Chris shrugged. “As good as I made it.” He responded. “My professor is kind of… one of those, you know? Like, I think I pour my heart and soul into a piece and then it turns out, nope, I didn’t use body language enough.” He scoffed as he adjusted his neck. “I’m the king of body language.” He pouted.

“I’ll have to ask Jerome when we’re home.” I joked. “I bet you’re fluent.”

“Always thinking about sex. You are such a slut.” He laughed.

“You’re certainly hell-bent on the idea.” I replied lamely.

“For reals.” He stopped me as he stepped in front of me, putting an outstretched hand on my chest. “Friday night. You were not studying, were you?”

I sighed. “…No. Okay? No.”

“You were with a girl, weren’t you?” Chris asked.

I pushed his hand away and started walking again. “Yes.” I admitted.

“Thought so.” Chris pushed his hair past his ear and resumed walking with me, his hips swaying as he did. “There’s no shame, sweetie. It’s fine. You’re only young once.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” I dismissed him, then stopped. “Just… Don’t tell Molly. We’ve been friends for a long time, and I don’t know how she’d react to me being a fuckboy.”

Chris laughed. “You, a fuckboy? Honey, you’re the last thing I’d call a fuckboy.”

I sighed. “I have sex with a lot of girls, Chris. Like, a lot. I like to not learn their names. I like to dominate them then not call them back.”

Chris looked to the ground in thought. “Do you like to hurt them?” He asked me. “Do you feel happy or proud when you see what happens next? Do you care about their feelings at all?”

“I don’t feel good, no.” I answered honestly. “I feel guilty. I wish I could stop.”

“Then I wouldn’t say you’re a fuckboy.” Chris informed me. “They take what they want and don’t care about the consequences. They don’t care about others. I don’t think you don’t care. I’m no expert, but it sounds like you’re addicted to sex. Maybe you should cut back.”

“Wow, if only drug abuse meetings gave such sound advice.” I remarked.

“Point taken.” Chris muttered. “But still. It’s important, especially for your future relationships, to recognize the emotional value of sex. Jer and I only do it on special occasions, like when we really feel the love.”

“You guys fuck?!” I asked in shock.

He nodded with a mischievous smirk on his face. “Oh, can he ever.” He replied evilly. “You didn’t hear this from me, but he actually gives the best blowjobs.”

A couple passersby gave us odd glances as they walked past. “We shouldn’t be talking about sex out here.” I muttered as I continued walking forward. Chris followed, as did silence.

“Are you ever embarrassed of me?” Chris asked me out of the blue, after a few seconds.

“What? God no.” I replied. “Of course I’m not.”

“Okay.” He slowly said as we pressed on.

“Why would I be?” I wasn’t ready to let the topic go that easily.

He shrugged, and I noticed a definite energy drop in him. “I just feel like being seen with me… with this…” He gestured to his body, his hourglass figure covered up with some kind of tasteful colorful attire that clung to his skin for dear life. The headband didn’t help. “It would hurt your reputation or something.”

“What is this, the 1980s?” I asked him rhetorically. “If people can’t accept you, that’s their own problem. So what if you flaunt it? That’s a part of who you are.” Part of my big speech was fueled by Molly’s backlash against what I said on Friday, but I wasn’t going to admit that to him.

“I got heckled the other day.” He sighed. “‘Faggot.’ He told me that my kind doesn’t belong here.”

“His kind doesn’t belong here. Fuck him.” I said forcefully. “That’s not heckling, that’s bullying. What even is ‘your kind’? Your sexuality? They don’t even know anything else about you.”

Chris, to my surprise, grinned. “Fuckboys wouldn’t say that.” He told me. “See? You’re better than you think you are.”

“Son of a bitch, Chris.” I complained, winding down from the fury I’d built up. “Did you seriously make up an instance of bullying just to prove a point?”

His grin faded. “Nah, I didn’t make it up.” He replied, playing it off as cool.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I stopped walking and hugged him sympathetically, which he accepted. “I’m sorry.” I told him.

“Thanks, sweetie.” He replied, breaking off the hug. “It’s all good. If I didn’t think it was worth it, I wouldn’t have come out.”

“Still.” I gruffly mumbled as we neared the gym. “You wanna spot first or shall I?”

“We can decide once we’re there.” Chris said and smiled. I smiled back.


I got off the bus sweaty and tired. I didn’t know how Chris had the energy to go to the gym and have a class afterwards, but he always was one for surprises. With my backpack slung over my shoulder, I walked towards the house, ready to lapse into a coma after the 10-hour hell that was my Monday class and gym schedule.

I practically collapsed through the door when I came in. Slightly dizzy, I plopped my bag down on the floor and crashed on one of the chairs in the living room. Jerome was there, sitting in front of the TV with his laptop on his lap. “Hey.” He gruffly said, waving a hand.

“Hey.” I replied lightly.

“Gym was nice?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I replied breathily. “Just need a few seconds more to catch my breath is all.” He nodded and went back to his work.

Lazily I watched TV. I wasn’t quite sure what was on. It was a scene of four dudes with white outfits and bowler hats beating each other up while classical music played in the background. I didn’t really get art films.

Once I felt my strength fully restored, without another word, I got up and started to go downstairs. It was just as well – the movie hadn’t really gotten better. One of the dudes in white was now swinging some kind of huge porcelain penis at a woman. Was it supposed to be metaphorical? It seemed kind of stupid.

If I knew one thing, I knew that after all gym sessions, a shower was practically mandatory. Lazily, I traipsed down the stairs and got to my room. I knew I would have the basement to myself – Molly had a class until 8pm, the poor thing.

I went into my room and ditched the clothes, throwing them into the hamper. “Slam dunk.” I muttered to myself smugly as I reached for a towel and threw it over my shoulder. No one ever came down to the basement, so it’s not like I needed to cover myself up. I walked up to the washroom door and opened it, not bearing any thought to why it was closed in the first place.

I wasn’t really expecting anything, so I took a few steps before I could process what was in front of me and froze.

Molly was there. Somehow, Molly was there, clearly getting ready for her own shower. Without shoes on, which she insisted on always wearing, I had forgotten just how short she really was – Maybe 5’4 on a good day, compared to my 5’11 stature. She was facing away from me, but I couldn’t move. I was practically paralyzed. I had a huge crush on her, but not once did I ever think about seeing her naked. Daisy was right – I had completely separated sex and love.

Her modest hourglass figure certainly fooled me. My eyes couldn’t help but trail downwards to her ass, and what an ass it was. Round and nicely shaped – not at all what I would have pictured. I pictured her to be cute, not hot. Still frozen, I luckily had the good sense to look back up before she turned around and saw me.

Like me, it took a second. For the first little bit, time froze. Her eyes quickly went from looking anywhere to right at me, and her eyes widened slightly as she processed the sight of me standing there, naked. There was no mistake this time, her eyes trailed downwards as mine did, going down my decently sculpted chest and abs until she was looking straight at my dick as it slowly transformed into the full eight inch beast that I never thought she would see at this point.

While time was frozen, I got the chance to look at her body, and lost in the moment, I didn’t pass it up. Her breasts were a delightful B-cup, round and firm. It was like they, like her eyes, were looking right at me. She had deliciously large areolae, each crowned with a nipple that looked puffy and beautiful, begging to be played with. Her skin was soft, with just enough body fat to give her body a lovely, soft shape, but not so much as to ruin her hourglass figure. She still had a reasonably flat stomach, I noted, and right below it was her beautiful pussy. Her pussy was a work of art, the lips slightly visible and just barely spread apart. Above it, her pubic hair lay like an artistic border. I always loved a girl with hair still on her, and it was as red as the hair on her head. Almost as beautiful, too. It had a beautiful chaos to it, kept neat and yet still deliciously wild.

All this took place within one second, and just barely after I was able to register and take a mental picture of what I was seeing before me, Molly grabbed the first towel she could see and covered herself up as best as she can. Returning to my senses, I followed suit.

“Woah, woah, woah!” She repeated frantically, turning her head away from me as she covered herself. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I always come here after six to shower! What the hell are you doing here? You’ve got class!” I rebutted.

She was blushing profusely. “I didn’t feel so well.” She admitted. “So I went home early. Since when do you walk into closed washrooms, naked, without knocking?!”

I had never, in all of our years of friendship, heard her yell like this. “Look, I’m sorry!” I frantically apologized. “I just got used to being alone down here. Since when do you cut classes?!”

“I’m not the one in the wrong here!” She protested. Despite our situation, I had to hide my smile. She was standing up for herself. Looks like her state of introversion couldn’t hinder her forever.

Her boldness didn’t last forever and she quickly shrank back. “Um, mind if I take my shower now? You can take yours later.”

“Uh… Yeah. Sounds good.” I feebly mumbled as I turned around, still wrapped in my towel, and left the washroom, closing the door behind me.

When I got to my bed and sat down on it, I felt dizzy. What the hell just happened? I got to see Molly, the girl I’d been crushing on for maybe years, nude, and yet somehow I didn’t even really want to. Or did I? She looked amazing. She looked… Sexy. I didn’t think she would. I began to wonder if she had been fucked before.

No, I scolded myself. I wasn’t allowed to think about that. God knows what that poor anxious girl was thinking. I couldn’t do anything but just sit there, thinking everything yet thinking nothing, until I heard the water shut off a good fifteen minutes later. Even then, I couldn’t move.

I was broken out of my trance by a small knock on the door. “Come in.” I weakly said.

The door opened and Molly poked her head in. “The bathroom’s free.” She said softly, offering me a small smile.

“Thanks.” I muttered then looked back down to the floor. I didn’t see Molly come in and sit on the bed beside me until I felt her sit down.

We didn’t speak for a long time, both of us still wrapped in towels, her probably making the bed slightly damp. I sighed. “About before-” I started.

“Don’t worry about it.” She said with a neutral expression, looking down at the floor. I knew she couldn’t have been a hundred percent okay with it, given she couldn’t look at me. It was handy to have a telltale sign. “It’s really no big deal, right? We’re living together, so we’ve got to get used to moments like that. We’re humans. This is what we all look like.” She slowly turned to me and smiled softly. “We’re still the same friends that we were yesterday, right?”

She had the most beautiful smile. I had noticed it before, but I never really noticed it. Her beautiful brown eyes did this fluttering thing as she blinked. It was the most beautiful thing in the world. Her smile, even if a small one, lit up her face beautifully. Her soft features were dreamy – nothing short of just beautiful. Her skin, pale and smooth, interrupted only by the lightest flick of freckles, made her radiate beauty. It was a shame her usual expression lacked… Happiness, even when she smiled nine times out of ten.

She was so innocent. I couldn’t have her. It wasn’t right. I don’t care if I just saw her naked, my crush on her was just… stupid. She probably thought of me as a slut anyway, if Chris had his suspicions.

Then a thought entered my head. A thought I wish I was better than, but I wasn’t. After all, if it could get me closer to her, I wasn’t above lying, even if my rational self was begging for me not to.

“It’s just that…” I began, and acted out a nervous exhale. “Wow, this is embarrassing to say.”

Molly looked at me intently. “What? What is it?”

“I just… I haven’t exactly seen a lot of naked girls in my life, so it’s still kinda… y’know… A little weird for me. That’s all.”

“I understand.” Molly said warmly, patting my towelled thigh supportively. Her touch was delicate and beautiful, even through the towel. “I haven’t seen a lot of guys myself.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, now looking to the floor, not knowing what else to say.

“You, uh… You’re in good shape.” She said awkwardly.

“So I’ve been told.” I chuckled lightly.

“Maybe you should do that more often with people who aren’t your housemates.” She joked nervously. I looked at her in response, shocked at first. Her shoulders were hunched forward, she was one step short of shaking and she was looking at me, but not my eyes. There may have been a small chance she was flirting with me, but that was my desire talking. Knowing her, she was making a joke to relieve the tension. Mostly to help her unwind, I laughed out loud.

“Yeah, maybe then I’ll actually have a girl look my way.” I told her with a humorous tone.

“Yeah.” She replied, still nervous. Silence poured through the air.

“Well…” I started awkwardly. “I should probably have that shower, huh?”

“Yeah, probably.” She nodded. I got up and left the room, but it didn’t feel right leaving it at that.

I popped my head back in to my room. “And next time you play hooky, let me know about it.” I told her. She chuckled softly in response. “After all, we don’t want this happening in the future, right?”

She nodded again and I left, glad we ended it on a better note. But I was kidding myself – I found myself going from never wanting that to happen to waiting eagerly for the next time it did.


As I entered into the girl, she gave a satisfied sigh and wrapped her legs around me.

“Ooh, that feels so good, Aaron.” She cooed as I slowly pushed more and more of myself into her.

The girl’s boobs were simply huge and beautiful. I’d estimate she had to be at least a D cup. At least. Luckily for me, she was one of those girls who loved any attention her boobs got, and I must have spent a good five minutes just delicately running my tongue up and down her nipples alone, and double that sucking and biting them. I loved the feeling of having those things in my mouth, and each one was a unique beautiful experience. Large or small, puffy nipples or modest, each one had this feeling to them that reminded me just why every week I stuck to the same routine.

Those same boobs were pressed tightly against me as my full dick went into her, almost painfully slowly. Once I could sense her muscles getting used to the new intrusion, I slowly backed out and pushed back in. The girl moaned, and pushed herself into me.

“Oh…” She sighed loudly.

“You like that?” I teased.

“Mhm.” She moaned in response. I took that as my cue to evolve to the next stage and pushed back into her. Her pussy felt amazing – it cradled my dick as I pushed into her, and she was definitely wet without a question. Small squishing sounds could be heard as I picked up speed, thrusting my hips to meet her as our bodies met in that most intimate way.

Panting at the speed I found myself going, I let my head hang above one of her shoulders. I didn’t mind the girl’s long, brown hair i my face – it was nothing new. She grabbed my back and dug her nails into me to show her appreciation as I hit her G-spot over and over, earning me a surprised “Oh!” from her every time I did. Good thing the girl from last week wasn’t into that, otherwise Molly would have seen it.

I shook my head, covering it up by lifting my head and sucking on the girl’s nipple violently as I continued to give her my dick. I wasn’t allowed to think about Molly. Not like this, I told myself.

I ran my hands up and down the girl’s body as I realized just how good this felt. I felt like my whole skin was on fire, but a really good fire. I was almost in shock. It was frankly rare that I felt close with a girl, let alone only about three to four minutes after being inside her. I slowed down slightly to prolong the experience, making my thrusts deeper to compensate.

She certainly didn’t mind. She met each thrust, moaning her appreciation as she kissed my neck, over and over, each kiss more passionate than the last.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good in me…” She moaned. “Please… Faster…”

I had gotten myself back under control, so if it was what she wanted, I’d give it to her. I went to town, keeping up my big strokes yet picking up speed at the same time. Our bodies kept meeting, making a soft slapping sound as we continuously thrust up against each other, feeling the sensations crawling up our bodies like electric shocks.

This was amazing, I realized. I ran my hands down her body, caressing her skin and beautiful curves. Subconsciously, I closed my eyes as I increased my speed further. Her moaning became more erratic, and for the first time, I realized I was going to cum simultaneously with a girl. It had to happen sooner or later. It felt so blissful, so amazing.

“Baby, baby, I’m close…” She panted. “Do it. Fill me with your hot cum, baby.”

My mouth opened without me even realizing and I moaned aloud. “Oh, Molly…” I moaned in pure bliss.

She slowed down the slightest bit. “It’s ‘Holly,’ babe.” she corrected me, but beyond that, seemed content to forgive me and keep going.

For the first second, I was mortified. I called out Molly’s name. I totally just used the wrong name in bed. That never happened before. I had my confirmation – I had the hots for Molly. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to see her in pure pleasure.

As those thoughts continued, my lust washed over the guilt and I got increasingly turned on by the idea. Fucking Molly. Grabbing her beautiful modest little body in my hands and wiping that neutral-sad look off her face, only to be replaced by pure rapture. Thinking about this, I began to go slower and shut my eyes again. “You want it, girl?” I asked gruffly as I stuffed her with my cock. “You want me to shoot my load inside of you?”

“Yessssssss…” She hissed, barely able to move after I had taken control, humping her like a madman. “Do it, baby. fill me with your hot seed. I wanna feel you explode in me. Do it quick!”

Gladly, I thought to myself as I steadied myself with both hands on the bed. I worked my hips like crazy, getting the best workout I’ve had all week, almost contorting my body in attempt to catch up to her so I could give her that satisfied feeling of fullness at the same time as she hit what I knew would be a mindblowing orgasm. She deserved it. I wanted her to have the best. After all, she was the love of my life. I was certain of this. I wanted her to have all the pleasure in the world. My eyes still closed, I felt a first twitch.

“I’m cumming!” I quickly declared. She had no opportunity to respond before I shot off my first string of cum inside her. She may have started to say something, but that was quickly cut off by a long, satisfactory moan as she felt my spunk invade her, splashing against her inner walls. I could tell by the way she arched her back and moaned when my cum entered her that she was pushed into an orgasm herself.

Spurt after spurt after spurt entered her as I grew weak and collapsed on top of her body. She savored the feeling, her hands softly caressing my back as my last few drops lazily drained from my cock, drawn into her awaiting pussy.

I moaned in delight. This was maybe the best sex I had ever had. Again, my mouth opened without my knowledge. “I love you.” I softly whispered.

A pause of a few seconds filled the air. “…What?” The girl finally asked.

My eyes bolted open. Uh oh, I thought. I didn’t really just say that… Did I?

I sure did. I hoisted myself back up to look at her, and just as I had suspected, she was weirded out.

“Wow.” Was all she could say at first. “You love me, huh?”

“I didn’t… You…” I was at a loss for words.

“First you get my name wrong, then you tell me you love me.” She pretended to think for a bit. “It seems a little insincere if you ask me.”

I laughed nervously. “Y-yeah, I guess it kind of would, huh?” I slowly pulled out of her, laying next to her on the bed.

“You’re certainly a lot less confident after the sex, aren’t you?” She asked me, tracing my arm. “Where’s the big, confident Aaron I met at the gym? When you asked for my number, I didn’t think things would get this serious between us.”

I recoiled at her touch, and got up immediately, looking for my clothes.

“Woah, baby, I was just kidding!” She quickly told me, sitting up. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know, I just…” I started to explain, hastily putting on underwear and a shirt at the same time. “It’s just like… It’s getting kinda late and… Well I have class and stuff tomorrow…”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday.” She pointed out, her tone getting less friendly.

“Oh, yeah, isn’t it?” I nervously giggled, not bothering to stop clothing myself. “Well it’s like… Like a guy, he needs to prepare for that kind of… If you know what… Um, yeah.”

The girl looked at me, weirded out. “Are you having a stroke or something?” She asked me, concerned.

Damn near, I thought to myself. “What? No. No, no stroke. Like, if I were having a stroke you’d be driving an ambulance or something.”

“…Do you mean calling an ambulance?” She asked.

“Yeah, that.” I responded, fully clothed. “Well anyway, it’s getting late. Maybe I should…”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” She replied, getting uncomfortable. “I’ve got your number. Maybe we could do this again sometime…?”

“Well, sure. I mean… Wait, maybe not. See, I have this thing then.” I hastily spat out.

“I didn’t give you a day.” She replied, one eyebrow cocked.

“Yeah, I know, right?” I replied with a fake humorous smile, opening the door. “Anyway, bye!” I bolted out of the room as fast as I could.


“I want to fuck your sister.” I whispered into the phone in a panicked state.

“…You seriously woke me up for this?!” The groggy, annoyed voice of Daisy greeted me.

“Daisy, this is important.” I hissed into the phone.

“So is my sleep schedule.” She complained. “So you want to have sex with her. It was only a matter of time.”

“Yeah, but I shouldn’t!” I protested, still keeping my voice at whisper level.

“Why are you whispering?” She asked me.

“The walls are really thin and she’s sleeping in the next room.” I told her.

“Maybe then you should put this off until tomorrow.” She annoyedly huffed.

“Daisy, please.” I begged.

“What do you want me to say?!” Daisy argued. “Nothing I could say will reverse it if you feel like you have sexual feelings towards her now. The best thing you can do now is suppress them if you don’t want her to ignore you forever.”

“Maybe she could like it.” I suggested. “Maybe she likes sex but doesn’t know it yet.”

“Yeah… NO.” Daisy all but shouted. “Listen to yourself. That’s not my sister. That’s not the girl you know. That’s who you want her to be. You seriously need help.”

“I just…” I hung my head in defeat, even though she couldn’t see. “I just wanted to tell someone. Someone who knows and would listen.”

“Well, you’re not really giving me a choice here.” She lazily mumbled. “Okay, so you want sex from my sister. Where do we go from here?”

“I saw her naked.” I muttered.

“That wasn’t my first choice, but okay.” She replied, surprise evident in her tone. “I hope she consented to it.”

“It’s a long story. It involves her skipping a class and me being too casual on the way to the shower.” I explained.

“Got it.” She replied. I smiled a little. She almost sounded like Molly. “So it was an accident, and because you got to see her, your emotional desire turned to lust.”

“Sounds about right.” I confirmed.

“So while for you it was lusty and awkward, for her it was just awkward.” She inferred.

“Hey, maybe not!” I protested. “She said that I’m in good shape, her words.”

“Oh, come on, Aaron.” Daisy scolded. “You know Molly better than that. I wasn’t even there and I can tell she just said that to try to mend the situation.”

I chewed my lip and said nothing.

She sighed. “I know you must be feeling really pent up-”

“Not really. I fucked another girl tonight.” I interrupted.

“Great.” She replied angrily. “Hooray for you. Now let me freaking finish. You may be feeling really pent up in the future, but set that aside. Don’t do anything to reminisce about that moment with her this week. Don’t treat her any differently. She’s still the friend you know. Imagine the message you send to her if suddenly she becomes more important or even less important once you’ve seen her naked.”

“She’ll think her worth to me is physical.” I realized.

“Kind of.” She replied. “The good news is you’ll have your other skanks with which to relieve any built-up pressure, so maybe you can listen to me for once and behave. But if things are getting more and more serious with Molly, don’t forget you’ll need to cut those girls off well in advance, to make sure they don’t crawl back to you and to make sure you can handle living without your casual sex.” She snorted. “All for the better, if you can ask me. You can’t bother to learn their names.”

“Hey now!” I protested. “I did learn this one’s name. It was Holly, her name was Holly.”

“Wow. One girl. To what does she owe this honor?” Daisy asked me sarcastically. “And let me guess, the similarity to ‘Molly’ had nothing to do with this.”

I stayed silent for a bit, but she didn’t cut in, so I finally caved. “I accidentally called out Molly’s name with her.”

“Hours after you saw her naked?” Daisy asked, unfazed by this new revelation. “That’s an argument for fate.”

“No, the shower thing was Monday.” I clarified. “The girl was tonight.”

“Oh, I see.” She mumbled. “So that’s why you called me tonight instead of Tuesday. I get you. How’d you and Molly get along during the week?”

“We’re fine. I think she’s totally cool with it.” I answered. “But yeah, now it’s kind of in my face and obvious…”

“Before it was just lust-in-the-moment, but now you know you have a sexual attraction to her.” Daisy finished my thought. She was silent for a moment. “I don’t know.”

I had never heard those words from her before in this way. “What?” I asked.

“I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t know what would help. I’m not an infinite source of wisdom. Your situation is beyond me.”

“I see.” I replied bitterly.

“Look, you woke me up so-”

“No, no. I get it. It’s fine.” I interrupted.

“Keep me posted. Until then, I’m afraid you’re on your own.” Daisy grimly concluded. “Bye, Aaron. Get some sleep. It’ll help.”

“Yeah.” I replied lamely, and soon her voice was replaced by a single droning beep. I hung up the phone and sighed. I wish I didn’t have to feel. I wasn’t good for Molly. If I didn’t have a crush on her this whole thing would have been so simple.

But I was in too deep. I couldn’t give up now. She meant too much to me.

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