The ride to Molly's house was short and tense. Shane didn't particularly want to go there; the comments that Phyllis made about her after she and Molly were caught together reverberated in her mind.
Shane was uneducated. It was true, and she could accept the harsh reality of her situation, but the words still stung. It wasn't like there was something mentally wrong with her…if she went back to school she'd have no problem continuing her education.
What worried her more was the fact that she was holding Molly back. Regardless of how Molly felt about that, Phyllis was correct. Again.
The internship with that fancy lawyer's office was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and Molly wanted to throw it away to spend the summer with her. A summer spent with Molly, surfing and lying on the beach and fucking, was the epitome of an amazing summer. But Shane couldn't do it, knowing that Molly was cutting herself off at the knees.
"Stop thinking," Molly said, her voice cutting through the darkness.
Shane gazed at the lights on the dashboard. "I'll get right on that."
"So you went down on Niki because you were lonely and wanted to be touched."
The abrupt change of topic caused Shane's stomach to lurch. She shifted in her seat so she was facing Molly. "Mol, I thought you were gone. When Phyllis spoke to me, she made it clear that not only was I not good enough for you, but that she firmly believes this is just a phase and you'll go back to your boyfriend."
Molly growled and her hands tightened on the steering wheel. "Why won't any of you trust me to speak and act for myself? If I wanted to do the internship, I would be there. If I wanted to be with him, I would. But I'm not. I don't want to. I'm here, aren't I?"
"Yes, you are," Shane agreed softly. Anger flashed in Molly's eyes and flushed her cheeks pink. Light cut across her face each time they passed a streetlight, and for those brief seconds Shane couldn't breathe. She was beautiful when she was angry.
They arrived at Molly's home after a short drive and Shane realized she had no idea how to proceed. Take what she wanted? Take Molly, and damn the rest of them? Or continue on the path for Molly's greater good... Spare her the pain of their future inevitable break up, probably caused by something ridiculous like a scantily-clad girl at Hit. All Shane's fault, of course.
"Fuck! My mother's home," Molly seethed, the car headlights illuminating her mother's vehicle.
Disappointment hit Shane hard. Okay, so maybe for a moment she really had been considering it – going for something with Molly. But now, whatever had been going to happen was derailed. They'd say goodnight and this moment between them would pass.
"Whatever," Molly shrugged. "You're coming in. it's late enough that she's probably asleep."
"Absolutely not," Shane shook her head. "Your mother made it very clear to me that I'm not welcome here."
"So what, you were okay coming in if she wasn't home?" Molly pointed out. She cut the engine.
Shane ran a hand through her hair and sighed.
"Okay, okay," Molly put up her hands. "I'll get the keys to the guest house and we'll go out there. Is that okay?"
"That's fine," she agreed, feeling a bit of relief. At least they wouldn't be under the same roof as Phyllis. When Molly didn't get out of the car, Shane looked over at her.
Molly was staring at her, and the silence between them grew heavy. She leaned forward over the center console. Shane felt the pull and didn't resist, couldn't resist. Their lips met in a hard, sloppy kiss. It had been too long since they were together, and Molly's lips were greedy and consuming.
Molly reached up and pulled her hair out of its ponytail. Shane suppressed a groan; Molly knew she loved to run her fingers through her hair. Almost immediately Shane had a hand tangled into the silky tresses, angling her head for deeper kisses. Molly moaned into her mouth and shifted in her seat, trying to get closer.
Shane wanted to feel the friction of their bodies together. They needed to talk, that was important…but now it was in the back corner of her mind. More urgent was the need to have Molly's legs wrapped around her waist, hearing her cry out in pleasure.
"Let's go inside," Shane urged, tearing her lips away from Molly's. It was too hot outside and the car was like an oven. She felt a trickle of sweat make its way down between her breasts.
"Okay," Molly agreed. Her lips were red and puffy, and she had those big innocent doe eyes. Shane wanted to fuck her. Right now.
Molly attacked her once they were outside of the car. She shoved Shane against the cool metal of the passenger door and Shane groaned at the contact. Molly's hands roamed across her breasts, gently tweaking one pert nipple, before sliding down her belly and into the front of her loose jeans.
"Molly," Shane gasped, feeling her fingers dip into her underwear. Always a quick student, Molly remembered what Shane liked and went directly for her clit. "Ah, Molly…"
"We should – we should go inside," Shane tried to speak.
"You're so wet," Molly whispered into her neck. She kissed along her throat. "I love that."
"I thought we weren't having sex," Shane said, working on keeping her breathing even. It wasn't easy, because Molly's deft fingertips were quickly building her up to what promised to be an intense orgasm. Molly pressed her hips against Shane's, rolling them and giving her the friction she needed so desperately.
Was she actually trying to get Molly to stop? What was wrong with her?
"You don't want to?" Molly asked, pulling away slightly to see her face. She had just discovered how much she loved taking the lead. In all the times they had been together, Shane always initiated the action. She was in charge. Now Molly loved seeing her so flustered and disheveled.
Shane looked down between them, where Molly's hand had stilled. "Well… I mean, of course I want to…you can feel how much I want to. But you said before that you didn't want me to use sex to make this go away."
"You're not," Molly smiled, placing a kiss on Shane's lips. "I am."
"That doesn't work for us, either," Shane argued. "What are we doing, Molly? Why are you home?"
Molly frowned and pulled away, taking her hand out of Shane's pants. "I told you. I turned down the internship. I'm spending the summer here."
"Jesus Christ," Shane muttered. "Your mother is going to flip her shit, you know that, right?"
The frown on Molly's face hadn't disappeared yet. "Go wait at the guest house. I'll get the keys and meet you there, and when we get inside you can stop cockblocking me."
"I don't have a cock," Shane reminded her, finally smiling a little.
Molly blushed and rolled her eyes. "Just go!"
Shane laughed and watched Molly disappear into the house. No lights came in, so she assumed Molly was being sneaky. Shane cut through the lawn, past the pool (which was doubly as inviting as Bette's), and sat down in front of the guest house. Molly only kept her five minutes, and had a backpack slung over her shoulder when she appeared.
"What's that?" Shane asked, nodding at the backpack.
"Treats for us." Molly unlocked the door and gestured for Shane to go ahead in. She flicked the lights on, and Shane was impressed with the quality of the guest house. She had little time to admire it, though, because Molly launched her second attack.
She dropped the pack to the floor, cringing at the sound of glass clanking against glass, and slowly approached Shane.
Shane had plenty of time to deflect her, or distract her even – but she didn't want to. Molly shed her shirt in the short walk to Shane's arms, which welcomed her wholeheartedly. She sighed contentedly as Shane's lips captured hers; nothing else had ever felt so right.
"You're not in charge tonight," Molly reminded her. Shane grunted and quickly helped Molly out of her silky white bra. Her cool hands cupped her heavy, swollen breasts, her thumbs teasing Molly's stiff nipples.
Molly allowed Shane to torture her for a few more minutes before taking the reins again. Shane's dark blue eyes flashed with some unknown emotion when she shoved her away.
"Don't tease me," Shane warned her.
Molly laughed and walked Shane backwards until they hit the couch. She pushed her down and Shane sat there, gazing up at her, and Molly felt like a goddess under those lustful eyes. She kneeled down in front of Shane and ran her hands up her jean-clad legs. Shane's breathing changed, becoming more shallow and quick, and she slid forward on the couch, pushing her pelvis to the edge.
Knowing that the delay and the anticipation were turning Shane on even more, Molly purposely went slowly. She slipped her hand between her legs, gently squeezing the thick fabric. Shane moaned and bucked her hips.
"No. Stay still," Molly commanded. Shane bit her lip but remained motionless. Molly unzipped her jeans and tugged them down, letting them bunch up at her feet. She cupped her again, this time only the thin fabric of Shane's Calvin Klein's between her hand and all that delicious wetness.
"Please, Molly," Shane whimpered.
Molly looked up and felt her heart swell. She had never seen Shane look so vulnerable. Everything was heightened – their touches, the whispers of emotion. She felt it, too.
She touched Shane's jutting hip bones, watching them move under pale skin as Shane rolled them. Shane's hands were tightly fisted at her side. Molly smiled to herself, relishing this control, and wondering how long Shane could possibly last.
Molly hooked her fingers under the elastic of Shane's CKs and slowly pulled them down. Shane was almost gasping now, and as soon as the underpants were around her ankles on the floor she spread her legs wide open.
"Mmmmm," Molly hummed appreciatively. Even in the low light she could see the glistening evidence of Shane's arousal. She reached out and ran her fingers through the short curls, finally slipping them into the wet, smooth folds.
"Oh, yeah," Shane bit out. "Please, Molly."
"Ssssshh." Molly continue to tease her, circling her clit until Shane's hips began moving with her, and then sliding her fingers somewhere else. She did it again and again, until Shane was writhing in sweet agony, her control about to snap.
Shane's head slammed back against the couch. "Fuck, Molly! I can't – "
Her words cut off when Molly bent her head and sucked her swollen flesh into her mouth. Shane yelped in surprise, the intensity of the sensation almost hurting. Molly grabbed her hips and pulled her forward so her ass was hanging off the couch, supported in Molly's hands.
Her tongue was everywhere and the wet sound of Molly going down on her was too loud and far too sexy. Shane couldn't handle it – she couldn't hang on. The speed at which she was approaching her orgasm was almost embarrassing. As if reading her mind, Shane felt Molly slide a finger inside of her, then another.
"Oh, God," Shane moaned, her voice huskier than usual. She reached down and grabbed a fistful of Molly's hair, and felt Molly moan against her pussy. "Fuck, Molly. Fuck. Fuck!"
Molly pushed her face against her harder and sucked and licked and fucked until Shane came apart in her arms. Her body went rigid and she let out another stream of curses before slumping back against the couch. She gently pushed Molly away, which didn't offend her at all because she knew how sensitive Shane was after she came.
"Holy shit, Molly," she whispered, her voice kind of dazed. "Wow."
Molly straightened up and smiled, licking her lips. She'd only gone down on Shane one other time, and she'd fantasized about it constantly since then. She wanted the next time to be special, to really give Shane the ultimate pleasure. Judging by the sleepy sated look on Shane's face, she accomplished it.
"Yeah?" she asked shyly.
"Yeah," Shane agreed. She held out her hand and when Molly took it, yanked her against her. "And guess what?"
"What?" Molly asked.
"Now it's your turn," Shane whispered.
Her breath caught and goose bumps broke out on Molly's skin.
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