Disclaimer: I do not own How To Rock or any of the character. If I did, it'd be a porno.
Grace felt muscles clench around her fingers and thighs tightly squeeze around her head. With a final sigh from above the other girl released her lock on Grace's head and her body went limp. Grace greedily sucked in air, inhaling the other girl's scent before continuing back up her body. She placed light kisses on shaped hips, a perfectly flat and toned stomach and eventually perky, round breasts. When she reached her neck Grace let out a moan against skin, feeling sharp nails trail across her sides. In a failed attempt to hold back another moan she lifted her head to the other girl's and crashed her lips against her's hungrily. The other girl temporarily returned the kiss, folding into her, before realizing exactly what she was doing.
"Grace! What are you doing?" Molly scolded her, pulling the sheets up to cover exposed skin and continuing without waiting for a response, "what did I say about kissing me?"
They went through this every single time. Grace knew exactly what she was going to say. She had practically memorized the words she was about to spew but it wouldn't matter. They were just words and didn't mean anything to her. Besides, they both knew she was going to do it over again and that she would let her. She would slowly start to slip, let her guard down and let Grace in. Let her kiss her a little bit longer.
"Kissing, mouth kissing, is only for people who are either dating or in love. We are neither of those things," Molly stated, plainly, avoiding Grace's eyes and gathering herself from the bed.
Speak for yourself, Grace couldn't help herself from thinking bitterly, watching Molly splay her entire being in front of her again. She gets in a few good looks and sees bruises already appearing under her ass, at the tops of her thighs and smiles to herself for leaving proof. For marking her as her own. Molly apparently didn't notice them and began to dress, disregarding all undergarments and tossing a dress over her head. She leaned in towards the mirror on Grace's mall and fixed her hair and make-up as best as she could.
Still watching Molly attempt to fix the "mess" they've created, Grace sighed and pulled her sheets over her, up to her chin. Her eyes began to sting and her chin tremble but she willed herself not to cry. Not here. Not in front of Molly. Biting her lip, she watched as Molly turned towards her and flashed that winning smile of hers but avoided her eyes.
"Well," she cleared her throat, uncomfortably, "I'll see you later." She turned on her heels and strutted out the door still not waiting for a response. Definitely not waiting to see how Grace was doing or to see how she felt about continuing this.
"Bye bye, Molly," Grace whispered to the closed door, letting the tears free-fall down her face. She curled up, knees to her chest and head in her hands, vowing to say no next time. Trying to convince herself that the pleasure was not worth the pain but knowing she's lying.