"Show me what you’ve got." she purred in a slightly smug voice.So proud of herself. At least she was coming out of her shell. Smiling upwards at her, I began by slowly lapping up her slit, testing the waters. At first contact, Molly let out a breath she had seemingly been keeping in and snak down into the couch, clearly already enjoying herself.I pulled my tongue back. "Getting comfy?" I asked her humorously."Keep going." she replied with no humor in her voice, eyes closed, her face in that sorrowful expression girls get when you begin the foreplay. Internally chuckling, I resumed, bringing my hands to her thighs and lightly caressing them as my tongue danced over her slit until I decided to turn up the heat.Taking one hand off her thigh, I started to lightly rub my middle finger along the bottom of her slit up to the top as my tongue travelled upwards, finding her clitoris. As I made slow, simple lines on her clit to tease her, my finger rubbed along her increasingly wet opening until eventually I felt her soft flesh give way and my finger easily slid in.Molly rewarded my efforts with a soft, delicate "Mmm" and a slight push of her hips. Her left hand slowly travelled downwards until it found the back of my head. She didn’t grab it violently, she didn’t shove my face into her, she just caressed and played with my hair. If I wasn’t busy, I would have looked her in the eyes and smiled.As the minutes went by, I increased my efforts, my tongue becoming more dexterous and my finger turning into two as my hand and tongue worked in tandem to give Molly exactly what she wanted. She tried to be quiet to make sure we weren’t being too obvious, but nothing could stop her heavy, satisfied breaths from coming out. I grew to love the sound of those heavy satisfied sighs. They were like a symphony to me, and the band was playing just for me.I lightly kissed her clitoris between licks, with each lick becoming more precise and ever-so-slightly more powerful. Her sighs occasionally let a slight "Aah" through, signalling that Molly was close to giving me those sex-laughs, which meant she was really getting into it now. I liked to save using three fingers for those moments, almost as if it was something celebratory or special. As soon as the third finger entered her, a single "Ha!" escaped her lips, the first audible (or dare I say, loud) thing either of us said since we began.I took my tongue off of her very aroused clit long enough to tell her to "sssh" before diving right back in, using every trick in the book I knew to help Molly reach her climax. It was clear that Molly had spent the day pent up by the way she was approaching her orgasm – she was starting to become worryingly loud, her once-gentle hand was now gripping me for dear life, and her hips were moving as if they had a mind of their own. Curling my fingers to find her g-spot, I caressed her clitoris with my tongue, occasionally letting my teeth just barely graze it before resuming with my regular technize which I heard her breathing rapidly quicken.The crescendo. I remained at a solid pace, letting Molly’s orgasm rise, and then it hit. As clear as a firework going off, Molly let the sexual energy course through her entire body and flow through her like a tide of pleasure, going through several waves as she held my head in place before her grip eventually softened. My fingers retracted out of her but my tongue remained at work, gently lapping at her slit again to help her ride her way back out of her orgasm.Eventually, she lazily opened her eyes and smiled a practically intoxicated smile at me. "Wow." she breathlessly said, her face covered in a sheen of perspiration. "Well done.""Do I pass?" I asked her, my face retracting from between her legs. She responded by sticking her tongue out at me as I tossed her her underwear. Swiftly, she got dressed again as I sat down beside her on the couch."I’m gonna give you the best blowjob of your life later for that."she replied, still barely out of breath. I nervously looked behind me to see if Daisy was there (I wouldn’t exactly have called her a voyeur, but I still knew I wouldn’t hear the end of it if she knew) then turned back around and settled into the couch."No pressure." I said casually as I breathed an internal sigh of relief that Molly’s increased sex drive and sexual curiosity hadn’t made for some awkward situations… yet.I could feel Molly smile beside me as she leaned in to me, putting her head on my shoulder. It felt nice but… not, at the same time. This was what I wanted, and yet I knew that it meant nothing. Her head on my shoulder meant nothing. Romantically, I meant nothing to her."Don’t overthink." Molly cut in.I breathed. She was right. "You’re getting good at that." I mumbled, nudging my shoulder to get her head off of it.She smiled at me, readjusting herself. "I’m just being a friend." *** Now that things were okay with us, in a weird way, we were back to having lunch together. It turned out that in the new year, we both had ample time between classes on Tuesdays to have lunch together. It was odd… sex took us away from each other, and things never really healed until sex brought us back together. It seemed like things were as good, or dare I say, better, between us, after we began having sex. In the back of my mind that rang some alarm bells, but I pushed them to the side as best as I could."…and then he just ends the movie by saying, ‘I am Iron Man.’" Molly concluded as we found our seat."Sounds stupid." I replied annoyedly. "That whole synopsis just sounds stupid."Molly shrugged then chuckled. "No argument from me. The second one is apparently even worse.""Have you seen it?"Molly rolled her eyes at me. "Yes, Aaron. And that’s why I said the word ‘apparently,’ Aaron. If you want, I can buy you a dictionary, Aa-ron.""Hey, I dunno. I’m… I’m sleepy. Fuck off."Molly smiled in victory. "Carson and I were supposed to watch it together, but…"In response, I mimicked a plane crashing with my hand."Yuuuup." Molly acknowledged, taking a bite of her food."Do you still keep in contact with the guy?""Not really." she answered, her mouth full. "Like on Facebook we’ll occasionally say something to each other, but mostly I think he’s just glad to have me out of his life.""Complete fuckin’ idiot." I grumbled.Molly shrugged. "It is what it is. I’ve moved on.""That’s because you’re too forgiving of people, Molly. Maybe you should block him or something.""I don’t think that would actually solve anythi-""Aaron!!"The two of us turned in our seats in response to a shout from what sounded like the other end of the cafeteria. I was surprised to see Holly, dressed in clothing starkly different than that of what I remember her wearing, marching towards me."Oh boy." I mumbled in a barely audible tone. Holly had fire in her eyes, the likes of which I had never seen."You are – you can – I just wanted to tell you to go fuck yourself." she began in a flustered tone. I glanced over to Molly just long enough to see she’d gone back into hunched-up mode.I wanted to reply with smugness, or sarcasm, or any kind of confidence, but my whole body was still in some kind of cold shock. "Holly… I…""No, you shut up." Holly replied fiercely, earning us the looks of some people near our table. She turned to Molly. "Stay the fuck away from this guy. He just takes what he wants from people and manipulates girls into giving him sex, even if they’re unsure of it."I sputtered out loud. What I did to Molly was absolutely condemnable, but with Holly we definitely clarified what consent was. I was white-hot with anger now, the kind where you can’t even form words to retort what’s being said."You used me for sex, you used me to help you, you used me for her!" She pointed at Molly, in front of the whole room, and now the whole room was looking at her.I suddenly felt my body get renewed with power, as if someone pushed a reset button on me. "Don’t do this to her in public like this." I replied with enough volume in my voice so that only us three could hear. "I’ve already told her the full story. She knows. We’ve moved past it. I’ve tried to become a better pe-""A better person?! Ha!" Holly spat at me. She turned back to Molly. "He fucking assaulted you and you just forgave him?" She turned back to me. "Or did you just manipulate her like you manipulated me, manipulated me for sex? I bet you two are having sex now, aren’t you? Who fucking instigated that?" She was practically foaming at the mouth.This was so wrong. This was so upsetting. A million thoughts were swirling in my head and now I could feel the doubt setting in, after all the progress I made, after all the progress we made. I could feel tears come to my eyes as I glanced over at Molly.I had never seen Molly attempt to overcome her anxiety attacks. Every time she got one, she’d just turtle up and remain there, wishing the problem away, looking in every direction but that of the problem, speaking only if spoken to. Much like Holly, Molly had fire in her eyes, although Molly clearly also was tearing up as she tried to stare down Holly. I could see Molly trying to form lips as her body visibly shook, but she just couldn’t do it.Which meant I needed to. "Leave us alone." I said as evenly as I could. "Please."Holly turned to me and scoffed. "You’re a fucking joke, Aaron. You’re ugly and bad at sex so you try to play with other people’s lives and emotions for your own benefit. You make me fucking sick. Glad to know I was just another one of your playthings. If this bitch knows that and doesn’t want to change, I guess I can’t help either of you. See you in hell. Delete my number." She tried to form other words unsuccessfully, before uttering a loud "Ugh!!" and storming away.Which just left us two. Molly and I turned and looked at each other at the exact same time and wordlessly picked up anything we could salvage from our lunch trays, understanding without communicating that the first thing we needed to do was to get the fuck out of the cafeteria, away from the prying eyes.We held ourselves together decently well while we moved. Eventually we found a section of the university hallway that wasn’t occupied by other students, and collapsed onto a bench. As soon as we did, Molly started quietly sobbing, and I let out a somber "Fuck."A few seconds passed and I was crying too, like an absolute wimp. Everything in that moment just came crashing down. Everything. It was like sex made a weird safety barrier around us that prevented the weirdness or even the reality of our situation from setting in, and Holly just destroyed it. It was like we were living in denial, sure, but we were happy, and we’d only recently attained that happiness, and fuck Holly for destroying it. Fuck her."Fuck her." I mumbled. "You know that there’s more than just her side to this story, right?"Molly sniffled. She stared at me for a long time before her eyebrows shifted and she gave me a particularly sad expression. "I wanted to say something. I just couldn’t. I-I just couldn’t.""Molly, it’s okay." I comforted her, pulling her in for a hug, which she hesitantly accepted. "I’m just sorry she said all that shit. It’s… not true. Like, you already know what’s true. I asked her for consent, she was just…""She was Holly ,wasn’t she?" Molly asked me in a quivering voice.I nodded. "Yup, that was Holly. Surprisingly… less stable than when I saw her last.""She helped you get to me."I sighed. "Yup. I was an idiot, and so was she.""It seems like she really regrets it.""Huh?" I broke the hug."She really regrets doing what she did. Maybe just being with you in general.""So what, she made me out to be the bad guy because she can’t handle what she did?""Didn’t you tell me you did the same thing with her?" Molly asked me, her voice calming down.I thought about it for a second then smiled in realization. "Yeah, guess I did." I mumbled.Molly sniffled again and rolled her shoulders. "Don’t worry, Aaron. I don’t think I should let anyone alter how I think of you except you.""Yeah?" I instinctively challenged her. "And what if I did all of those things Holly said I did? What if I still am this master manipulator?""Then you would have told me." Molly replied in a now-even tone."What?""I think past you might have lied, but current you is who I trust." Molly replied, giving me a half-smile.I looked her in the eyes for a few seconds and felt my eyes mist up again. "Molly… I…" I started slowly.Uncharacteristically, Molly leaned forwards and kissed me. Slowly, gently, but with full intent, she kissed me. I felt electricity crackle throughout my entire body. Without realizing it I let out a breath in response. Molly just looked at me as I pressed my lips together, reliving the moment. "You know how I feel about kisses on the lips, Molly." I told her uneasily.She nodded solemnly. "I just want to let you know I trust you." she replied."God, I fucking love you." I said instinctively before realizing the weight of what I had said. Molly, in response, raised her eyebrows then eyed the floor."Yeah." she eventually murmured softly.I was never going to let it show, but that moment probably hurt more than anything Holly could ever do. *** The Caine Mutiny was such a boring movie that I couldn’t even pretend to watch it with the rest of the household. As they had their fun, I hung out in the kitchen, headphones in, working on my laptop and ignoring the outside world.I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Chris tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up immediately to see his expectant face, then removed my headphones. "What’s up?""Hey." he softly said, his voice half-flamboyant. That was the most normal his voice got around me at this point. "How’re you doin’ these days?""Enh." I shrugged, noting the darkness outside the window. "Is the movie over?""Has been for about an hour now." Chris replied. "Everyone else has gone to bed.""Then it just leaves us two." I replied, as if we were sharing a joke."Yup." Chris replied, understanding my levity but not sharing it.We didn’t speak for a long time. "Well, what do you wanna do, talk about it?" I asked bluntly.Chris just sighed. "I don’t know how to go about this.""It’s been a year, Chris. Just get o-""No, not like that." Chris huffed. There was a beat of silence as he grabbed a chair, sat down, folded his arms and pouted. "I haven’t spoken to Molly in a long while." he confessed. "Like, days. Outside of communal things like movie night."I didn’t understand what was going on. "…Why?" I eventually asked, shutting my laptop to let him know he had my full attention."I, uh…" Chris began, scratching the back of his neck. "We kind of had a bit of a falling out around November. I had my own shit, Molly had her own shit, Molly expected me to clean up her shit… I said no. For the first time I said no.""What, and she got angry with you over that?" I was kind of surprised.Chris shrugged. "Yyyyup. Happens all the time. I help people with their problems on the regular, so when I say no, people get upset. If people take me for granted, me not offering to help seems like I’m being mean or whatever.""Sounds immature."Chris softly laughed. "Molly’s a great person, Aaron, but maturity isn’t her strongest suit." he pointed out. I wasn’t sure if I agreed. "So now she isn’t talking to me, and I see her getting closer with you…""And you get worried." I finished."Can you blame me?" Chris asked, almost desperately. "You know what you did. And I can’t know for a fact you won’t pull that shit again."No, I certainly couldn’t blame him. Not only because I was aware of what I did, but because I was in his position before. And I was sure as hell to say I had learned my lesson, and learned it well. At the heart of all of this, I had let my delusions cloud my vision, and I had failed to communicate. So communicate I did – for the next half hour I told Chris basically anything I knew that didn’t violate Molly’s own privacy (I omitted telling him about her drinking, just in case) and concluded by sitting back and telling him I was sorry for everything I did and how it affected him as well as Molly."That’s a lot, Aaron." he told me, speaking for the first time since I began."Yeah, no shit." I replied coolly. "Is it nice to know about her life from someone else now that she’s cut you out?"Chris smiled sheepishly. "I just want to know she’s safe."I pointed to myself. "Hey – been there.""Completely different situation." Chris fired back, his voice temporarily losing its flamboyance."Yeah, point taken." I conceded. "So that’s the whole story. How do you feel about it?"Chris was silent for a bit, then looked behind him and leaned forwards. "It’s not the whole story." he admitted. "She’s been… I think she’s been drinking too."I sighed in relief. Someone else knew. "Yeah, I know." I replied, almost breathlessly.We both smiled at each other in relief. "It’s a problem." he began."It’s a big problem.""We need to do something.""I agree.""But what?"I chewed on my lip in thought. "Intervention?" I meekly suggested. "Just like in the movies?""I dunno how to do one of those. Effectively at least.""Neither do I, but we’re gonna have to learn."Chris smiled at me. "I never thought I’d be working with you to help Molly’s case." he nodded slightly. "Good on you.""So you think I’ve become a better person?" I asked."I dunno." he replied simply. "I just dunno. I’ve never been the type to ever forgive someone who did that kind of thing. But it sounds like you won’t do it again. It’s not me who needs to do the forgiving anyways." He glanced down at Molly’s room."So what does that mean?" I asked.He looked back up at me. "It means I’m resigning myself from the situation. I’ll stop breathing down your neck. I don’t trust you, but I’ll start trusting your judgment from here on out. Best I can do." He held out a hand.I chuckled as I shook it. "Cool." That was all I could think to say. I knew the situation with Molly and myself was far from resolved, but it was nice to know that putting a genuine effort into resolving things and respecting boundaries, along with a healthy dose of time and an admittedly unhealthy amount of forgiveness from Molly, was making everything better."So what do we do about Molly?" Chris asked, eyeing her room down the stairs again."I should probably do it." I admitted. "If you and she aren’t the tightest right now, and she and I are getting better, it’s basically my responsibility.""Careful honey, you’re starting to sound like me." Chris advised, a sly smile forming on his lips.I smiled back. I couldn’t remember the last time he called me honey. It was actually really nice.He continued. "Sounds like a plan. She might still be awake. If not, talk to her tomorrow. Let me know what she says. Try to… y’know. Be firm. Don’t let her get out of this. If she needs a ride to a counsellor or a meeting or whatever, I can supply a ride."Right, Chris got a new car. That was a valuable asset to the cause. Maybe we could actually solve this problem of hers. "Alright, cool." I replied. "Thanks for… having this conversation with me. It’s helped a bunch.""You and me both." Chris replied, with the both of us standing up. "Hug?""Sure." I replied, and the two of us shared a hug. "Thanks." I mumbled awkwardly, going down the stairs before I had a chance to think twice about the situation. Behind me, I saw the kitchen light go off. I guess I’d get my laptop back in the morning or whatever.Steeling my nerves and seeing the light underneath the door, I knocked. I had no fucking clue what I was going to open with. Probably your usual, "We need to talk." We’d at least gotten accustomed to those.No answer. I knocked again, louder this time. Again, no answer. I stood there for a bit, wondering what the correct course of action was, before realizing that sooner or later I was just going to decide to go in anyways. I could make up an excuse if she was angry, I just needed to… well, as Chris and I both knew, I just needed to make sure she was okay.Gingerly, I opened the door, slowly at first for all the good that would do. I looked to the desk and saw no one, at first wondering if perhaps she left for a walk. Then I turned to the bed, and saw her, fully clothed, on top of the bed, no doubt drunk her ass off, sleeping soundly.I sighed in disappointment and slunk into the room, coming up beside her and gently shaking her shoulder. "Molly." I called out. Nothing. Glancing around the room, I found a half-empty bottle of vodka as well as one or two other empty bottles. I saw one or two wet spots on the bed, possibly indicating she got so drunk that she missed her lips once or twice with the bottle or put it down on the bed and let it spill or something. Again I sighed. I was amazed it was only then that the smell hit me – the smell of alcohol. The smell of an alcoholic.I guess the talk would come tomorrow. I got a cup from beside her bed and moved to the washroom, filling it up with water. "She’s gonna need this," I found myself muttering out loud. After putting the water back beside her bed, I removed her shoes then decided not to remove anything else (given my situation in particular it was not my place to undress her) then pulled the covers over her. As I started to leave, I paused in the doorway, one hand on the lightswitch. I looked over her sleeping face and sighed yet again. It wasn’t going to be as easy as I wanted it to be. This situation was far from over."Goodnight, Molly. Here’s to better days." I croaked aloud as I flicked off the light and headed back to my own room.____________________________________________________________________Author's Note: Thank you very much for reading this whole chapter, unless you just skipped down to the author's note for some reason, in which case, hi! The story is getting heavier (big shock coming from me, I know). I hope you all are enjoying the direction the story is taking. 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