Boring, boring, boring, boring…Riley thought, skimming through the words on the brochure stapled to the bulletin board. It was bad enough that the school had some lame, mandatory club system implemented, but to top it off, the clubs covered the same mind-numbing subjects that were already covered by the general education. History, literature, math… Did the establishment want students to drop dead from boredom before graduating?

Riley's expectations of the school had been low to begin with, but to think he had already found so many things that bothered him about it. The club activities were only scratching the surface. Then there were the hidden security cameras that riddled the entire place, if the rumors were anything to go by. It gave the whole place a dystopian undertone, despite the otherwise clean and fancy appearance; an appearance which was likely in part to blame for why Riley's parents were adamant that this was the college for him. They were the ones paying for everything, and the high cost had not bothered them. You'd think they'd be wiser than to choose a private college that was for-profit, but then again, they weren't the ones who had to deal with the establishment running things differently from most normal schools and all the shady things going on behind the scenes.

The worst part of the school was definitely all the bratty students who seemed to think that having rich parents was their own achievement. Riley's background and upbringing was probably not too different to theirs, but at least he wasn't an insufferable snob about it. On the contrary he was often reminded by his relatives of his rough, "indecent" behavior. Whatever that meant.

The 18 year old boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Some part of him wanted to start cussing out the entire school staff, but another part — the one that was trying to pull him towards the path of maturity — convinced him to calm his nerves. He knew that he would never last until the end of college if he let these kinds of things get to him.

He turned away from the bulletin board and headed down the school corridor, a childish frown on his freckled, effeminate face. The dean's office was nearby, and that's where he was headed with determined steps. Perhaps he could find out which club required the least amount of effort. If not, he would at least make sure to voice his concerns about everything he took issue with in regards to how things were handled by the establishment.

A small corridor branched off from the main hallway, lined with doors marked with the respective names of various professors and other staff members. At the very end was the dean's office, its door a pompous craftsmanship of carved wood, and the title and name upon the nameplate written in cursive, unlike the others.Sickening,Riley thought. Nevertheless he gave it a knock that quite clearly indicated his irritation, but no sign of anyone being in there could be heard, and thus the door remained shut.

"She's not in right now," a man's voice said.

Riley turned to the source of the sound, coming from one of the offices along the length of the corridor. Its door was wide open, and inside sat an out-of-shape man in his forties or fifties, the computer screen in front of him almost hiding his unkempt beard. Though Riley was trying to stop judging people based on appearance, the man looked like the last person one would want to discuss an urgent matter with.

Riley stepped up to the man's door. "When will she return?"

"No clue. Was there something you wanted?"

"Yeah," Riley said, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms. "I was wondering what the point is to have mandatory club activities that cover the same subjects we're already studying?"

"Uh… Well, the point is to replicate the sort of tasks you might have to perform at a future job. You can't learn everything from reading textbooks."

"Then why can't I study anything I want to? You're letting us choose a subject, but if the subject doesn't even matter, why not let me pick, like… I don't know, cooking?"

"Because cooking isn't taught here," the man explained. "You get assigned a professor based on your club's subject, and they have to be able to grade you properly."

Riley's protesting stopped in his throat, leaving him silently standing there. "Well, okay," he said after a while. "But why even call them clubs? As far as I know, college clubs are supposed to be optional. This just feels like glorified group assignments. Also, why a group format at all? Why can't I do the work on my own?"

"Okay, you're asking way too many questions. Bottom line is, you will most likely be working with others in the future, so you gotta learn how to work as a team."

"That's bullshit," Riley said without any hesitation. "I know what sort of students attend this place. They would just get in my way."

The man shook his head and sighed. "Alright, this discussion is over. You'll have to speak to the dean. For now, please leave."

"Gladly." With that, Riley spun around and went to exit the staff area. Though he tried to feign a calm attitude, the way he stormed back out to the main corridor betrayed his true emotions. He could feel the glances of the students that passed him, but he didn't care. They were all a bunch of stuck-up posers anyway, too busy pretending that they had everything figured out.

"... Riley?"

Hardly even 20 feet down the corridor, Riley's stomping feet abruptly came to a stop. That voice. That was not a voice one forgot quickly. It came from behind him, and that fact was all it took for him to realize which one of the supposed posers had spoken to him.

He turned around to confirm it. Sure enough, the blonde girl that he had thought nothing of as he passed, sitting on a bench outside the staff area with a folder in her hands, was staring right at him through her thick glasses. And now that he had suddenly been brought out of his anger, he recognized her immediately. Even disregarding her face, the combination of her glasses, red flannel shirt and jeans was practically a dead giveaway.

"Molly?" Riley said in disbelief. "I-I didn't see you sitting there..." Though he normally wasn't easily embarrassed, he nevertheless found himself regretting his childish tantrum.

"W-well, I'm used to it I guess…" the blonde replied with a strained smirk. "What are you doing here? I haven't seen you around before."

As if nothing had happened moments before, Riley put on a smile and walked over to the girl on the bench."Oh, I usually just stay holed up in my dorm room. Haven't really gotten to know anyone yet." Standing in front of Molly, he eyed her up and down. "Been a while, huh?"

"Yeah, it has," she said. "About four years… right?" She struggled to match the tone with which Riley spoke, but nevertheless appreciated his easy-going nature. Just as she remembered him, he seemed to shine wherever he went, both in terms of personality and appearance. Especially now, in the brightly lit corridor that gave his ginger hair a glimmering, coppery hue. Since she last saw him he had grown it out into long waves that clung to his head on the sides, swept behind his ears. On the top of his head it was even longer, all of it swept to the side in a voluminous, soft fluff that would probably feel amazing to run one's hand through.

"Wow. Can't believe it's been four years since middle school." Merely hearing the number in his head made Riley embarrassed. He had hardly become more manly since he last saw Molly, and meeting her again was more than enough to remind him of that. She was a nice girl, but some part of him still hated the fact that he had run into an old acquaintance. "So, what are you up to? And what's with the folder?"

Molly held it up in front of herself. "Oh, this? It's just… a little something that I was going to bring up with the dean. I was just about to go see her."

"Nah, don't bother. She's not in. Just some grumpy old idiot with a stick up his ass."

"O-oh, I see…" Molly remembered his sharp tongue, but still found herself taken aback. Though that's not to say she disliked such behavior. In fact, it was a trait she envied to some extent.

Riley noted the girl's fidgety demeanor as her eyes drifted away. "Hey, you wanna go have a chat somewhere?" he said before the slight awkwardness that hung in the air had the chance to take over. "I haven't made any friends yet, and I figured we could catch up a little."

"A-a chat?"

"Yeah…? Would that be weird?"

"No, I just… wasn't expecting it. Sure, I'd love to catch up a bit!"

Riley's pale face lit up even more. "Great!" he said. "Where do you wanna go?"

"Umm, how about the cafeteria?"

"Hmm, I'd rather go somewhere less crowded," Riley replied without much thought. "Why don't we just go to your room?"

Molly's breath was caught in her throat at the suggestion. Had she not known any better she would have thought that she was being asked on a date. But regardless of what Riley meant, her dorm room was absolutely off limits. A boy like him could never handle what awaited there.

She fidgeted where she stood. "Err, I've kinda been meaning to clean it up a bit… But maybe the library?"

"Sure, that works," said Riley with a little shrug.

"Alright, let's go." Clutching her folder to her chest, Molly stood up on her slim legs and followed in Riley's steps as he gleefully took the lead down the corridor. She hesitated to catch up to him completely, and thus remained lagging behind him by a pace or two.

Riley looked back at her, giving her a quick scan while she stared at the floor. "Guess you're still taller than me, huh?" he said with a smile, albeit one that hid his true emotions. It did sting a bit to see a virtually identical height difference between them as the last time they saw each other all those years ago. She wasn't even particularly tall, maybe around five and a half feet or so, so those few inches she had on him felt even more significant.

Tearing her gaze off the floor, Molly cast a glance his way. "Umm, yeah, I guess… I didn't even think about it."

"Huh. That's rare. I feel like girls judge my height all the time."

"That's silly… Why would anyone care about something like that?"

"Well, maybe not only my height," Riley said with a sigh, looking down his backside. "I mean, it's no secret that puberty was a bitch to me."

Molly's eyes followed Riley's, and it surprised her that she hadn't already noticed what he was referring to. The redhead seemed to have grown almost exclusively in width since she last saw him, though not much in the shoulders or waist, which was clear despite his thick, gray hoodie. It was as if he was the combined halves of two different people; a slender, androgynous torso attached to a pair of hips and legs whose shape few types of garment could conceal. Even now, in the pair of black sweatpants he was wearing, his ass and thighs looked so thick and round that it wasn't hard to picture the ripples a mere pat would send through them.

"D-don't say that!" Molly exclaimed, stopping her mind from wandering further. "We're all beautiful in our own way!"

Taken aback, Riley stared at her for a moment, before cracking a smirk. Such a corny line was to be expected from her, after all. It seemed she was still the same stuttering girl that Riley remembered her as after all these years. Furthermore, it was more of a compliment than most people would offer a girly boy like him. Perhaps bumping into Molly had been a good thing after all; especially considering that most other freshmen had probably already formed their friend groups now that the first semester had passed.

The pair continued through the hallways, as Molly did her best to process everything that came out of Riley's mouth. Even as they entered the library he didn't quiet down in the slightest, but thankfully there were hardly any students among the bookshelves and reading tables despite it being afternoon on a rather busy school day. As Riley went on about the lack of good fast food places near the school, Molly's could only offer him partial attention, focusing mostly on scanning the various literary sections the library had to offer.

"Hey, hold on," she said, stopping in her tracks. "There's a book that I want to borrow."

Riley followed her into one of the aisles in the section labeledSocial Science."For class?" he asked.

"No, for the club that I'm in, actually."

Riley immediately felt a hint of irritation at the mention of clubs. "Ah, I see. Almost forgot about that stuff."

"What club are you in?" Molly asked as she searched a row of thick books.

"None. I kinda ignored that stuff. Never applied for one last semester."

"What? But… club activities have already started."

Riley shrugged, looking as carefree as ever. "Yeah, well. Guess I'll just flunk the course."

"Why didn't you apply for one?"

"Because the activities are just the same boring garbage we're already taught," Riley explained. "They should give us more freedom to choose what to do."

"I think it's fine… I mean, you still get to choose the subject and create your own project."

Riley went quiet for a moment. "Wait… You create your own project?"

"Well, yeah?" the blonde said, eyeing the boy through her thick glasses. "What did you think?"

"Uh, I dunno. I thought you had to do something that the school had prepared…"

"Oh, no, no. That would be kinda lame."

Riley watched as Molly continued to search the bookshelf. "So what about you? What's your club about?"

"This!" she said, beaming. She flashed the tall, heavy book that she had just pulled out of the shelf, allowing Riley to read the title before she opened it and immediately began reading the table of contents.

Riley rolled his eyes in response. Given the freedom to choose, he should have expected that there would be students jumping on the bandwagon of subjects that were nothing but trendy fads. Judging from the book title"Gender and Sex in the Modern World",it seemed that Molly was part of that bandwagon. And as far as he knew, such a subject wasn't part of the general education. At least he hoped not…

"Gender studies?" he said, sneering. "Seriously?"

"W-what's wrong with that?"

The redhead shrugged. "Sounds about as boring as the other subjects, and it's useless knowledge as well."

"It's useful for some of us!" said Molly in defiance.

"Hmm, maybe you're right. I guess you could have benefited from it when you went through puberty."

"... Huh?" Molly blurted. Suddenly she had goosebumps all over. She wanted to play dumb, but that smug look on the ginger boy's face looked all too knowing. "W-why would that be?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it would have taught you that being a girl isn't necessarily about what's between your legs. Then you could have received sex education better suited to you." Riley stepped closer, putting them shoulder to shoulder, then leaned in for a whisper. "That way you might have been more prepared for random boners at school, right?"

Molly felt her body turning to ice. "You… you knew about that…?"

"Of course I did. I was as surprised as everyone else to learn that you have a dick. That shit spread like wildfire."

Molly buried her face between the pages of the open book. "Oh my god… I don't wanna remember it…"

"Eh, it's no big deal," Riley said. "I mean, it's just a dick. And we all masturbate. You just forgot to lock the restroom door."

"I-I wasn't… masturb—"

"Y'know, it really makes sense now that I think about it," Riley went on, drowning out Molly's mumbling. "The other girls did say that you always waited for them to leave before showering after gym class. And I do remember you carrying stuff in front of your crotch a lot."

"Stop…" Molly said. "Please…"

Riley's moment of playful glee came to an abrupt end as he heard the quiver in Molly's voice. "Alright, I'm sorry. I was just teasing you a bit. I'll stop."

The blonde lowered the book from her reddened face and sighed. "I-it's fine…" she said. "Come on, let's go sit somewhere." She turned her back to Riley and headed for the nearby corner in the far end of the library and the entire building. There was no place quieter nor cozier in the entire school, especially on a cold winter day like this one. A large, round table stood in the corner, surrounded on two sides by bookshelves and two sides by windows, the garden outside buried under an ever-growing sheet of snow. The perfect setting for long study sessions, as concluded by Molly early in the first semester. All that was missing now was some Starbucks coffee.

"Well, isn't this a nice little place," Riley said and took a seat by the table.

Molly sat down on the opposite side. "Yeah. I go here almost every day."

"I wish I was that dedicated."

"I mean… It's not like I have anything better to do."

Riley chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you have a point. It does get pretty boring around here. Can't compare to junior high, that's for damn sure."

"Right…"

Seeing Molly slump down and once again bury her face between the pages of her book, Riley realized what he had just said, and a spark of guilt hit him for the second time. What an idiot he was. As if Molly — one of the most lonely girls he had ever met — would ever prefer the way things were back then. College students were at least mature enough to not gossip and spread nasty rumors behind one's back, unlike 14 year old kids.

Riley decided to simply lean back in his chair and enjoy a moment of silence that he suspected that Molly was in need of, despite their original plan of having a chat. He sighed deeply, letting his eyes drift as he drank in his surroundings in hope that the awkward mood would slowly dissipate. It was a calming experience for someone like him. He had spent most of the first semester being annoyed with the establishment and fellow students, but all that felt like a distant memory in the quiet library with Molly.

Before long he decided to take the moment to inspect the timid girl as she sat there, fully immersed in the book she had brought. Though her aura had remained unchanged through the years, her appearance had certainly matured to some extent. Most of her facial features were narrow and indistinct, but her lips had plumped up nicely, albeit awkwardly mismatched with the rest of her face. Overall she was actually quite cute, but very forgettable at first glance. Her style of choice didn't exactly help in that regard. The thick glasses and short pigtails hanging down just behind her ears gave her a rather goofy look that was almost a parody of a stereotypical nerdy girl, as did her flannel shirt. But at least that shirt was quite nicely filled in by now.

To think that those innocent, feminine looks of hers hid something so obscene further down…

"W-what is it…?"

Riley jolted back to reality and sat up straight in his chair, only now realizing that Molly had torn her attention away from the book. "Oh, sorry," he said. "Just got a bit lost in thought."

"From looking at me?"

"No, no, I was… err, looking at your book," Riley managed to come up with on the spot. "And it got me thinking about your club. You said it was about gender studies or whatever, but that's not part of general education."

"Oh. Yeah, we got special permission from the dean."

"How did that happen?"

"Long story…"

Riley shrugged. "We have time."

"Well, okay. So… I've actually gotten to know the dean a bit. She started talking to me one day when I was just walking down the hallway. She asked me some questions, like what I thought about the school and stuff. Before leaving, she said that I was welcome in her office any time if I wanted to chat. And, well… I didn't really talk to anyone else at school, so I took her up on that."

"Okay…" Riley said, listening with a strange sense of fascination. That might have been more words than he had ever heard Molly speak before. He could actually hear her voice getting increasingly strained as she went on, as if she was forcing it out. "Go on."

Molly took a deep breath. "One day I told her that I wanted to major in gender studies, and that I was super excited about it. And she said that I could start studying it in my freshman year in the form of a club if I wanted to, even though others don't get that option. She even had two other members in mind. So, yeah… We formed our own special club."

Riley stared at Molly with a little frown on his face. "Well, that just doesn't seem fair. I'm out here having to choose between math and history and whatnot."

"... But didn't you say that gender studies was boring?"

"Yeah, but I want the freedom to choose something thatIlike."

"Hmm, I see what you're saying."

Riley sighed. "Whatever. So have you come up with a project yet?"

"No. I feel like I'm the only one making an effort in the club."

"And there's two portions to it, right? A written assignment and a practical one?"

"Yeah…" Molly mumbled, feeling the weight on her shoulders grow heavier.

Riley said nothing in response. He sat there, watching the brooding expression on the timid blonde's face, and once again felt as if he had pushed too far into her comfort zone. That's not to say that he had been rude this time around, but knowing Molly, he should have been more careful not to bombard her with questions.

Then again, what approach was ultimately best for her? To be careful and ease her into socializing at a slow pace, or to let her get used to Riley's ways as quickly as possible? The former could take eons, and Molly's school life was rapidly coming to an end, seeing as how they were already in college. It did make sense to tear down her comfort zone as quickly as possible, giving her ample time to rebuild it around her fellow students.

The creak of a chair cut through the silence of the library, and Molly looked up from her book to see Riley standing. "What are you doing?"

"I'll help you," he replied. With that, he grabbed his chair with his dainty little hands and dragged it over to Molly. "Maybe we can come up with something if we read your book together."

"Th-there's no need for that," Molly said, her voice weak.

"This isn't the time to be shy, Molly. Gotta take your studies seriously!" And just like that, Riley took the liberty to sit down next to the blonde, well within the comfort zone he wished to shatter.

Molly nearly forgot to breathe. Not only had she hardly gotten used to the presence of a boy by then, but the moment Riley's thick, soft butt hit the chair, it was as if a cloud of his fruity scent dispersed in the air around him. As if that wasn't enough, he didn't hesitate for a second to lean into reading distance. Merely feeling the cute redhead rub up slightly against her thigh was enough to send a shockwave of warmth throughout Molly's body.

"Alright, what do we have here?" Riley mumbled.

Gulping, Molly could feel droplets of sweat start to form on her forehead. "Y-you know, it's probably gonna be hard for you to understand…"

"Do you take me for an idiot?" Riley said, casting a playful glare at Molly, who sat stiff and withdrawn in her seat.

"No, but the terminology is quite difficult. For someone who hasn't been introduced to the subject, I mean…"

Riley playfully nudged her shoulder with his. "Silly. You're here to help me, aren't you? Besides, how hard can it be?"

Try as she might to resist, Molly just couldn't take it anymore. The power of her mind was far too weak to overcome the continuous stimulation of her senses, and the meager touch of Riley's shoulder was the last straw. Hell, it would already have been difficult enough to sit beside him based solely on the view. He was, and had always been, an extremely pretty boy, whose feminine features burned into the retinas of whoever beheld him, especially whenever he offered the trademark smirk upon his soft lips, and the gaze of his deep-green eyes. He truly had the whole package, to Molly's envy. The face and the figure, all wrapped up in smooth skin like luminescent porcelain, dotted generously with freckles across his cheeks and nose.

"I-I need to…" Molly began, pulling down her flannel shirt over her crotch. "Umm, go to the restroom…"

"You okay?" At that point Riley was still unaware of the condition Molly was in, but one look at her tugging hands made everything crystal clear. "Oh… Speaking of hard…"

"W-what are you talking about? I just… need to pee!" Ultimately, Molly knew that her act was pointless. Her shirt simply wasn't enough to conceal the pulsating bulge traveling down her thigh, and the mischievous grin on the ginger boy's face was all it took to prove that he saw right through her.

Indeed, Riley had expected to have this kind of effect on her to some extent. The chances of coming across a girl that was attracted to an effeminate boy like him were astronomically low, but Molly was not like other girls… And at that moment, Riley was thankful for not being like other boys. The thought of having figured out how to bring out this side of the normally reserved and quiet blonde was more exhilarating than any male gaze he had ever received, despite his bisexuality. Perhaps it was fate that they had run into each other. Perhaps the two of them could have some fun together…

With full confidence, he laid his arm across Molly's shoulders and moved in even closer. "To think that this would happen to you again. And I thought you were just being shy…"

"I-it's not what you think!" Molly said, her quivering voice close to breaking completely.

"Still haven't learned to control yourself after all these years, huh?" Riley went on, his lips inches from her face.

Molly could feel her sanity being drained to the point of almost fainting, her face flushed hot and her mouth watering. At the same time, her cock was throbbing so hard within the confines of her pants that the fly damn near burst open. It was as if her body had given up on everything other than the primal need to orgasm, a sensation she had never felt to this extent. And Riley was the one who induced it… It wasn't clear to Molly if he was serious about this or if he was just teasing her again, but she couldn't handle it regardless.

"Be honest with me, Molly…" Riley whispered. "Did you get like this because of me?"

"Yes…"

"Don't worry. I'll help you this time."

"No…" Molly said, mustering what little willpower she had left. "We can't… Not here…"

It seemed to Riley that Molly still possessed some common sense despite her lust, as she suddenly looked up towards the corner of the ceiling, under which Riley had previously sat. He focused his eyes at the same spot, noticing a faint glimmer, one that would have been nearly impossible to see if you didn't know it was there. It was a camera lens that just barely stuck out of the ceiling. So the rumors were true, after all…

Riley muttered in annoyance but quickly had an idea that was proof of his reckless nature. He grabbed Molly's open book and stood it up on its bottom, giving plenty of cover for what the pair was up to. He didn't waste any time in proceeding to put his free hand on Molly's denim-clad thigh, while still holding her tightly by the shoulder.

"Now then," he said and gave a slow stroke along the trembling girl's leg. "There really isn't anything left to stop us, is there?"

Molly hesitated to utter any form of protest this time around. Relying on the book as a form of cover was obviously downright silly, but her horny mind was getting increasingly at ease with allowing things to continue. Despite that, she still sat frozen in place, robotically facing straight ahead with her back pressed stiffly against the chair. She couldn't even begin to understand why Riley would want this, but in the corner of her eye she thought that she could see lust on his cute face. Along his streak of freckles was an undeniable blush in his otherwise pasty skin, and his pretty eyes burned with yearning. Could Molly really deny both him and herself this erotic moment?

Slowly but surely, Riley's hand moved towards Molly's bulge. "I'm not hearing any complaints…"

Biting her lip, she remained silent and let Riley keep at it. If nothing else, she just couldn't take any more of the throbbing ache her tight pants were causing. It only got worse as Riley's fingers moved to caress her shaft, and even then Molly wasn't convinced that he was actually going to go through with it. Thankfully he didn't take too long in grabbing her zipper and pulling it down in a way that suddenly seemed impatient.

Riley's overconfident attitude vanished in an instant. He didn't even get the chance to move Molly's panties out of the way, as her cock burst out of them the moment her fly came undone, slinging a long string of precum onto her flannel shirt. Her pants seemed to have held back the true size of her raging erection that now inflated even further with a few quick, powerful throbs. Riley could immediately conclude one thing: That monster didnotbelong on a timid girl like her. Neither did those fat balls that sagged down onto the seat.

"Holy fuck, it's huge…" he said.And beautiful,he added in his own mind.

Molly cleared her throat, finally breaking her silence. "I'm only around average…" she said, but secretly adored what seemed to be a compliment from Riley.

"'Average'? You're like seven inches!"

"Eight, actually…"

"Eight?!" Riley exclaimed, louder than what was socially acceptable in a library. "You think eight inches is average?"

"W-well, maybe not for boys…" Molly mumbled, feeling strangely guilty over it. "But for girls like me…"

Riley immediately went light-headed by what he was hearing. He knew that most men had manhoods far more impressive than his, but could never have imagined that there were girls out there who outclassed him even harder. Even though he had accepted his own size long ago, and quite frankly didn't really care, he could almost feel his little thing shriveling up in disgrace.

He gulped, setting aside his hurt hint of male pride and the strange arousal that came with it. "You know other girls with… dicks?"

"Yeah, a few…" The reminder brought about a sudden sense of anxiety. Perhaps that was a good thing, as her mind cleared up enough for her to see what she was doing. This was all so wrong. She had to put an end to whatever Riley was trying to pull… Which seemed to be her cock. "Listen, Riley… We shouldn't—"

"Hush…" he whispered in her ear, his nimble hand snatching her shaft. "You need this, Molly. How else will you be able to focus on schoolwork?"

Molly gasped at Riley's touch. Her cock throbbed against his fingers, and her hips thrusted off the chair instinctively, as if the hand around her shaft was a hole to fuck. The thought of protesting against Riley's mischievousness melted away in her brain, seemingly turning into the drool on her chin and the precum pouring out of her cock.

Riley bit his lip. "See? You're about to burst. That's way more urgent than your stupid book." Teasing her came naturally to him, even on a physical level. He didn't move his hand at all, but tightened his grip so as to make Molly wish for more. The only problem was that Riley was also finding it increasingly difficult to contain his lust. His fingers were damn near coated in the absurd amount of precum that poured out of Molly's urethra, and it almost made him want to drop the teasing altogether and go all out with both hands and mouth.

"P-please…" Molly begged.

"Hm?"

"Please keep going…"

The redhead's girly facial features twisted into a mix of malice and joy. "Come again? I know we're in a library, but you'll have to speak up a little."

Molly took a deep breath. "Please rub my hard cock!" she practically yelled, albeit in a hushed voice.

Now Riley was the one to sit stunned. He certainly hadn't expected the sweating, quivering blonde, who had initially seemed so pure, to speak such words after some measly teasing. Of course, he had known for a long time that she had another side to her. The Molly that wanted him to give her a handjob was the same one that had been caught masturbating in the school restroom in junior high. Perhaps he should have known that she would be desperate enough to reveal that side of her so quickly.

"Ask and you shall receive," Riley said, and finally gave Molly's precum-drenched shaft the first stroke of many. The wet squelch it elicited was like music to his ears, and it would only get wetter from that point on, as the movement of his hand immediately intensified the fat cock's precum-spewing throbs.

"Oh god…" Molly moaned, her breath heavy. She gripped the seat of her chair with both hands, as if struggling to even sit upright, but received no mercy from Riley. He continued to jerk her off with faster and firmer strokes, squeezing and pulling on her cock as if he had years of experience in how to handle Molly's size.

"You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" Riley said. He pressed himself tighter against her, trying to overwhelm her with his entire being. His thigh against hers, his chest against her shoulder, his arm around her neck, close enough to where she could no doubt feel his breath against her ear.

"N-no… I'm not…"

"I bet you dream of fucking all the pretty students passing you by in the hallways… This huge cock must beg for release all the time…" Riley felt Molly's warm, thick cock throb even harder in his grip. Not only that, but her head fell backwards against his arm, and had he not held her up she might have fallen to the floor, limp and drooling. Yet she said nothing. Was she even able to speak? It almost seemed as if her soul was escaping her body piece by piece with every breath and moan.

It was then that Molly let out a whimper far too loud for the given location, as pleasure came rushing through her erect cock in a way that signaled that she was about to reach climax. But she never did. Instead she felt Riley's fingers clamping down on her, cutting off the euphoria that was building up. Molly's senses came back to her instantly, along with disappointment and frustration; almost a sense of betrayal, even. It was as if she had been slapped in the face.

"Huh… why…?" she mumbled.

Riley put on a bashful smile. "Sorry. I had a feeling you were about to paint the library white. Pretty sure the camera would have picked that up."

"But… I need—"

"I know, I know. Just not here, okay?" Riley let go of Molly's dick in favor of her zipper, which he began pulling up. He struggled against the resistance of her erection, and when her fly was fully closed, a few inches remained exposed above her waistband, so he had to pull down her shirt over it. "Well, that's not gonna last long. Come on."

Before she knew it, Molly was pulled to her feet by Riley. "Where are we going?"

"Follow me."

And follow him she did. Though their shenanigans had reached a pause, Molly's blood still pumped through her cock in anticipation. She struggled to keep up with Riley scurrying further and further ahead, weaving between bookshelves on his way out of the library. It was almost like something out of a folktale. Riley was temptation incarnate, and Molly was the fool who had been led off her path of innocence and was now desperately chasing after him into the unknown. She could not know where the journey would take her, but the people in the stories never seemed to find their way back…

Riley was practically running through the corridors. Partly to tease Molly into staying a flustered mess as she followed, a goal towards which he also made sure to turn around with a giggle every now and then. But in truth, he could hardly contain his own excitement. This was by far the best day yet on the otherwise dreary campus. He had made a friend, he was having fun… And from the looks of things, he was about to lose his virginity…

When Molly at last caught up to Riley, he was waiting outside one of the numerous restrooms lining the corridors. "Why are we here…?" she said in between gasps for air.

"Why do you think?"

"But… A restroom stall? Are you crazy? What if someone hears us?"

Riley smiled and took Molly by the hand. "Silly. Not just any restroom stall.Thisone."

Molly quietly let Riley lead her. They went past both the male and female restrooms, which contained the type of simple stalls you would expect on a campus, perhaps a bit fancier considering the fact that it was a school for the upper class. Instead, Riley took Molly to a third door; that of a handicap stall. Molly would never have thought of that. She knew that such stalls weren't actuallyreservedfor handicapped people, but she had never had a reason to use one. Until now, that is. It felt wrong, but it made sense. The stall was a separate room rather than just a slightly wider door connected to a row of flimsy walls.

Still dragging Molly along, Riley put his free hand on the door handle and cautiously looked around. "Coast is clear. Come on."

But despite her lust, Molly was still hesitant. "Can't we just… go to your room or something?"

"We'd have to walk through snow to get to the dorm. Besides… This is way hotter."

It was hard for Molly to argue with that. This whole situation felt like something out of one of those coming-of-age sex films, minus the comedy. The genders were certainly swapped in this case however, with Molly being the desperate virgin and Riley being the hot babe that she was supposed to chase after.

"Wait," Molly said as Riley opened the door. "There's probably cameras out here—"

"Don't care," Riley interjected and shoved Molly inside. "They can't prove what we're doing in the restroom."

Molly stumbled forward and stopped in the middle of the room. The door came to a close behind her, and for a moment she was shrouded in a quiet darkness. She could feel the thumping of her heart and a tingling in her belly, but more than that, she could feel how Riley and her were drawn to each other as if by an invisible chain.

Leaning against the door, Riley switched the light on. Molly turned to him, a nervous expression on her face while he just smirked at her. He knew that she would never make the first move, but she would not have to wait any longer. There was only one course of action for Riley, and that was to march right on over to Molly and kiss her, which he proceeded to do, tongue and all.

Despite all the build-up, Molly was taken by surprise. She could never have been sure about Riley's intentions until that moment. She had come to expect teasing and snide remarks from her peers, and as kind as Riley seemed on a surface level, there was always the possibility that he was pulling some elaborate prank on her. But that thought evaporated as soon as he kissed her. He was ravenous, as if trying to eat her face, and his hands touched her in a way that seemed desperate to explore every part of her body.

Years of built-up desire came flooding through Molly's mind, tearing apart her cautious demeanor. She pushed her lips and tongue against Riley with force superior to his, causing him to bend back slightly, but Molly's hands steadied him. She kneaded and squeezed his big, fat buttcheeks, sating the curiosity that had arisen in her every time she gazed upon the wide-hipped boy. His ass was soft as pillows, but bouncy and smooth like nothing else. And so far gone was her usual self that her hands quickly dug deeper, into the very cleft where she wanted to bury her throbbing cock.

Riley squealed into Molly's mouth as the tips of her fingers suddenly brushed against his clothed asshole. "Oh my god, Molly!" he said, his lips almost stuck in the kiss. He turned his head sideways in an attempt to break free from Molly, leaving her to continue slobbering and licking him all over his cheek and the corner of his mouth. "Your switch really flipped, huh?"

"Mm, I'm sorry…" Molly moaned, still trying to kiss Riley. "I can't help it… Please, Riley, let me… Let me f-fuck you…"

Riley smirked at how adorable Molly was. "That's why we're here, dummy." He grabbed Molly by the groin and stroked upwards, following along the bulge that went from jeans to shirt. Perhaps it shouldn't have been as surprising as it was to find that she had soaked her shirt in precum along the length of her cock. In a moment of naivety he thought that Molly might have blown her load already, but that couldn't have been the case. After all, he had already witnessed her outpour of precum in the library. "Wow, you're leaking all over… Are you that excited?"

Molly began humping against Riley's palm. "Yes… Please, stop teasing me, Riley!"

"Alright, alright. Let me just take care of your shirt…"

Molly looked on as Riley went to unbutton the top of her shirt, and while it might not have been on purpose, it looked like he refused to give up his teasing with how slow and gentle he was being. But Molly had had enough. She took her shirt in both hands and tore it apart, sending buttons flying at a shocked Riley. As he took a step back, Molly immediately reached back into her open shirt to unhook her bra, which dropped to the floor at her feet.

Riley blushed and gaped his mouth open. He felt himself losing control over Molly a second time. The first time had been due to pure cock-shock and learning about the supposed genital superiority of girl's with the same intersex condition as her. This time it was due to her suddenly overwhelming presence. Her cock was on full display once more, and was throbbing so hard that it was almost bouncing against her belly, and with that also making her hefty balls sway in the air. Her tits, on the other hand, were completely new to Riley. They weren't the biggest, but they fit Molly's slim shape perfectly. Perky and shapely, with nipples stiff with lust. There was something so exhilarating about seeing a girl so innocent — a girl that Riley used to know when she was little — exposing her chest so eagerly.

It was Molly's facial expression that truly caused Riley to falter, however. That careful, indecisive look in her eyes was still present, but there was a beast inside her that was taking over. Her blue irises seemed about to drill into Riley's skull, and her breath was heavy and quick, making her chest and shoulders continuously rise and sink. Riley knew that Molly didn't have it in her to fully take the initiative regardless of how far he took things, but at this point he felt obligated to give her what she wanted. He almost feltcommandedby her.

Riley forced a smile and turned around. "I get it," he said. "No more teasing." Bending over, he leaned with one hand against one of the numerous grab bars that lined the handicap restroom. His other hand grabbed his hoodie and pulled it up towards his chest, revealing his midriff. It was then that a wave of lust-filled embarrassment hit him. He had never done anything this slutty in his life. But it felt so right. He looked over his shoulder at Molly, who was silently and nervously coming closer. "I'm all yours, Molly. Use me however you like…"

"Oh my god…" Molly mumbled. Sweat started pouring down her forehead as she raised her trembling hands and then sank them deep into Riley's soft ass. She almost drooled over the boy as she traced his shape with her fingers, all the way up to the waistband of his sweatpants. Without holding back she began pulling them down, immediately in awe of how much they had to stretch to slide from waist to hips. It was all so overwhelming that she could barely process what she was seeing until Riley's pants came halfway down his ass, then suddenly slid down the rest of the way on their own.

Molly couldn't help but feel that she was unworthy of the sight before her, given her docile, drawn-back nature. It felt as if only seconds had passed since Riley had swept into her life again, and now his big, fat naked boy-butt was right in front of her, free to use. It was noticeably wider than her own, which wouldn't necessarily have meant much if not for the fact that Riley was a boy and several inches shorter than her. And even with its staggering mass, there was no cellulite or anything to tarnish the perfectly round shape of his orb-like buttcheeks. He could have been sculpted by an angel; he certainly had the pale, almost shining marble color to his skin.

"What are you waiting for?" Riley said, slowly swaying his hips from side to side. "Don't get cold feet now…" Though he acted confident, Riley was the one more likely to get cold feet. Molly was going to impale him on her cock any second now, and he would have to endure whatever it was like. But he couldn't lose to Molly. More importantly, he didn't want to disappoint her.

Little did Riley know that Molly was barely listening, but did not need any more words of encouragement. With her palms once again firmly pressed against his ass, she slid her thumbs into its crack. She spread it wide, revealing the most pristine, rosy little asshole she could imagine. This was it. Nothing could stop Molly now.

She brought her hips forward, putting the tip of her cock against Riley's asshole. Neither of them seemed to have planned on using any actual lubricant, but Molly could tell that her precum-drenched cock would probably fare quite well regardless. Still, she did decide to add just a little extra, pursing her lips and letting a wad of spit fall onto Riley's puckered hole. Then, with a deep breath, she went for it.

Riley remained calm, and it showed through how he kept his asshole unclenched as Molly came pushing into him. But that didn't last long. He let out a groan of surprise and frowned deeply as his asshole stretched out around the head of Molly's cock, and his anus immediately protested and pushed back against her. Of course, that accomplished nothing. Molly's cock was reaching deeper, quickly burrowing the head inside the boy, followed by inch after inch of thick, virgin shaft.

Everything in front of Molly became a blur, almost to the point where she thought she was dreaming. "Oh… Oh, god… I'm inside you, Riley… I'm…" Pleasure ate up her words as Riley's ass came into contact with her hips, then flattened against her as his tight little asshole gobbled up the last bit of her cock. Without even thinking, she had thrusted her whole length into him. And so easily too! Well, for her, that was. "Are… are you okay, Riley?"

A hand firmly clasped around his mouth was all that kept Riley's voice in check. Flames seemed to have washed over his entire body, and the sweat that came pouring did little to help. But his asshole had it the worst,andbest. It was a literal ring of fire around Molly's big cock, pulsating with a burning mix of pain and pleasure. Riley squeezed his eyes shut and tried to muster strength. Though painful, he knew he could handle it, and it surprised him how badly he wanted more. Because in truth, the pleasure was far greater than the pain.

"R-Riley…?"

Finally he turned his head back, showing Molly his smile and teary eyes. "W-why did you stop?" he said, almost moaning out the sentence. "I'm fine… Just fuck me already!"

Molly smiled back, albeit hesitantly. "Okay!" The timid girl was suddenly timid no more. She pulled back from the ginger boy's pale, fat ass until half of her cock was outside. By now she trusted Riley's words and fully relished in the pleasure he was providing, so she shoved her cock right back into him again, hard enough to elicit a light slapping noise.

A squeal forced itself out of Riley, one that he managed to stifle into a short "eep!" Molly's thrusts repeated steadily, slow but deep, and Riley was just barely able to contain himself as the pleasure mounted. He held onto the grab bar for dear life, his arms and legs shaky and having to work together to hold him up.

Moans poured from Molly's mouth as she humped against Riley's ass. Her facial features were contorting into something undignified; something flat outstupid.But she didn't care. She was getting laid. And not with just anyone. Withhim!Riley! She was fucking him in the ass like he was nothing more than a little cock-slut! Part of her wanted to show him as much care and respect as she could offer, considering how sweet and kind he had been… But he had given her the green light to do as she pleased. And she wanted more.

During the minutes that followed, Molly almost started to forget where she was. To have spent most of her days at college under constant surveillance, only to now be locked in one of the restrooms with a boy she had just been reacquainted with and fucking him raw from behind… It was a most liberating feeling. Right now she couldn't give a shit about studies, grades, domineering club members or even potential repercussions from the dean, should she decide to view the footage of Molly and Riley's escapades for the day. Right now, she was taking a break to enjoy her first time having sex, and all that came with it; the smell of Riley's sweat mixing with his otherwise fresh scent, his muffled moans, the view of both his pretty, red hair and, more importantly, his big, pillowy booty.

At last, the figurative lid on Riley's mouth was blown off with a loud groan. "Fuck, you're so fucking hung…" he said, his limp neck causing his head to fall back. "I can't believe you haven't fucked half the school with a dick like that…"

Molly's blissful expression was enhanced tenfold. "Mm, Riley… I-I'm glad my first time is with you!"

"Then prove it… Give it to me as hard as you can!"

"Alright!" That was the last bit of reassurance Molly needed. She would not slow down no matter what. Instead, she reached in front of Riley's thighs and sunk her fingers into them in a tight grip, then pulled him into her as she shoved her cock into his ass with all her strength. They both moaned in unison, Riley in a high-pitched, girly manner and Molly low and quaking, signaling an overwhelming feeling of shock from the pleasure of having her whole shaft milked by Riley's warm asshole.

Riley grinned like an idiot and continued his moans of ecstasy. The powerful thrusts speared him to his very core, to the point where he swore that he could feel it under his belly button. He could not believe it. Molly, the nerdy, awkward girl with a heart of gold was using him like a piece of meat! He wanted to be in charge, but that felt near impossible. She was literally fucking away his sassy, harsh personality, turning him into a husk of his true self that only retained all the feminine qualities that he disliked… But with this, perhaps he would change his mind. Right now, he was nothing more than a dainty, girly, weak little boy whose fat, jiggling ass served to bring Molly as much pleasure as possible. And in doing so, taking a huge load of her virgin girl-cum deep in his bowels… God, the thought alone almost made him orgasm…

Hearing Riley's noises of pleasure felt like the biggest accomplishment in Molly's life. Truth be told she wasn't even particularly concerned with his enjoyment; she simply didn't have the brain capacity for it at the moment. She was drowning in her own lust. Each time her hands and hips worked together to audibly slam her and Riley together, both her looks and her mind took a toll. Her blonde little pigtails swung violently back and forth, and would no doubt come unraveled if this kept up. Her thick glasses were slipping down her nose and were close to falling off. But her expression was something unrecognizable. Under a cover of sweat and drool was a completely new Molly, with eyes rolled back so far that their blue color was almost gone. Like her loud and very vocal moans would suggest, her mouth was wide open, leaving her tongue hanging out. A tiny part of her somewhere deep within definitely knew that she would regret her shameful behavior, but her pride would far, far outweigh it. Getting to sink her entire cock into a sexy boy like Riley would be a memory for life.

Riley suddenly looked over his shoulder, gritting his teeth. "Pull my hair!" he commanded.

"Wha-what?" Molly said, confusion slurring her words and disrupting her horny rutting in a bothersome way.

"Do it! Treat me like your fuck-doll!" Riley put his all into voicing his desires. He knew that he had but a moment before reverting to a moaning fool.

Molly obeyed in an instant. She reached for Riley's soft, ginger hair, grabbing a tuft on the very top where it was longest. Being just careful enough not to hurt him, she yanked his head back so that his entire body arched itself. Riley immediately cried out, his voice laden with obvious submission, and upon hearing it, his fulfilled desire fueled Molly's. To ensure that the power of her thrusts wouldn't suffer, she hooked her other arm around Riley's midsection rather than one of his thighs, and through what must have been pure adrenaline she managed to fuck him evenharder.She waspoundinghim, their nether regions coming together in a meaty, sloppy mess.

Feeling what Molly was capable of turned Riley on beyond explanation. She had it in her. The breeding instinct. Even if it took some spurring and leadership, she could set aside her shyness and turn others into her bitch. Riley knew that she wasn't purely acting in a way to please him; she might very well have been longing to treat someone like this for years.

"Y-you're… my little… slut… aren't you?!" Molly hissed, her words intertwined with heavy thrusts. She was shocked by her own question but at the same time relieved to have been given the chance to utter such a thing.

Stuck in position at the hands of Molly, Riley stared mindlessly up at the ceiling. "Fuck yes, Molly! I'm your slut! You own my little boy-pussy!"

"You want my sem—... c-cum… in your ass?!"

Merely hearing the word 'cum' made Riley swoon. "Yes! I want your fat fucking load inside me!"

"Y-you'll get it…" Molly continued, sounding noticeably more tense. She could feel her knees get wobbly, just like Riley's, and it was clear what was about to happen. Without thinking, she leaned forward. Riley was likely not in a state to handle her weight on top of him, but Molly just couldn't help it. With her tits against his back, she rested her chin on his shoulder, fully intending to reach her long-awaited climax in that very position.

Riley looked sideways at Molly without a word. With her on his back his energy was quickly draining, but he could tell that so was hers. The expression on her face was still that of an animal, but it had taken on a dopey, exhausted look, and her noises had turned into hushed, quivering whimpers. Riley was by far the louder one, still moaning with all his heart even as Molly's thrusts turned slow and almost lazy. She still hit him with great force, but lingered each time, leaving her cock throbbing inside Riley's sore ass.

He smiled, cupped her face and gently pulled her cheek against his. "Fill me up, baby…" he purred, his voice filled with unprecedented affection.

The sudden sensations almost collapsed Molly's brain. Right as she shoved her cock into Riley during what she thought would be the buildup, sheerupted.She let out a howl so loud that it no doubt could be heard in the corridor outside, and her balls began emptying themselves deep inside Riley's asshole. Her cock furiously swelled up over and over as hot cum surged through it. Back at the library she thought she was going to blow her biggest load ever, but this felt like she was going to double that.

Stunned, Riley stayed quiet and listened to Molly's deranged sounds with a smile on his face, getting his own relief with a few thin spurts while simultaneously being refilled many times over. He, too, was reminded of what took place in the library, of how he had suspected Molly to be able to coat the ceiling, walls and bookshelves in semen, and she was living up to that suspicion. What was happening inside him was flat outbrutal,a flood of thick girl-cum that he could feel pushing through his bowels. This was not the work of nerdy, sweet, day-to-day Molly, but of the breeding-beast that lived within her, lying in wait for a chance to put her huge, beautiful cock to use.

Still orgasming, Molly gave a few more thrusts. Each time she pulled back, she took a portion of cum with her that squeezed out of Riley's asshole and cascaded down both his and her thighs. Even as her supply of semen eventually drained, her hips moved on their own. With her cock still throbbing but nothing coming out, she stopped at last. By then, she and Riley were practically glued together at their crotches. And that was fine. Molly didn't want to go anywhere for a while.

The redhead giggled and caressed Molly's head. "Wow… Quite the first time, huh?"

"Y-yeah…"

"Come here," Riley said, guiding her mouth to his. They kissed again, less ravenously but more lovingly. When they pulled apart, their gazes lingered on each other. "Hopefully you don't regret doing all this… crazy stuff. I know I kinda dragged you along."

Molly blushed. "I don't," she said firmly. "I was a bit afraid at first but I enjoyed it."

Riley quietly pondered for a moment. "Hey, I was thinking…"

"What?"

"You think I could join your club?"

--

"Like I said…" Molly began, adjusting her jeans. "They're a bit… special…"

"It's fine. They can't be any worse than all the others in this god forsaken school."

"Okay…"

Riley followed Molly closely as she opened the door to her dorm room and stepped inside. They both remained by the entrance as the door closed behind them. Along the long walls of the narrow room were three beds and a desk, and at the back of the room, on the opposite side of the entrance, were two windows with another pair of desks under them. And these desks just so happened to be occupied by two conversing girls sitting on office chairs, their faces turned away from Riley and Molly. The one to the right was a curvy black girl with hair hanging over her shoulders in that wide, fluffy way that was only possible with a black person's hair texture. She was dressed in fancy, feminine clothes that looked over the top even among the other rich students at the school. The other girl was white, with a narrow but athletic build. She looked… out of place. Her brown hair was shaved on one side of her head, the rest of it swept aside to about neck-length; a punk hairstyle to go with the rest of her punk outfit and tattoos.

"Why are you talking shit?" said the black girl. "You realize being on good terms with her is a good thing for us, right?"

The other one sighed heavily. "I'm not talkin' shit. I'm just sayin'. Fuckin' pisses me off how lucky she got."

"Hey, guys...?" Molly mumbled.

"If you're so jealous, why didn't you try to get with him first?" the thick, dark-skinned girl went on, either ignoring or oblivious to Molly's presence. "You knew about him way before he got together with her.

"Oh, fuck off, Kayla. You think he would ever get within ten feet of someone like me? Shy, timid little four-eyes like him?" The delinquent-looking white girl flicked away the paperclip she was playing with and leaned back in her chair. "I'm tellin' you, it's only cuz' she's the dean. Poor boy was probably too afraid to reject her."

Molly gulped and went for it again. "Guys." Unsurprisingly, no response came this time either.

"I don't know. Last time we talked to her, he looked pretty happy in her lap."

"Yeah, well, maybe she's bribin' him or somethin'..."

"Guys!" Molly shouted at last.

The tattooed brunette groaned and slowly spun her chair around. "Yes, Molly, we heard you the first ti—"

A deafening silence filled the room as Riley suddenly found himself stared at by the two strangers. Though he tried to look confident, he could do nothing to stop his pale cheeks from turning bright red. This situation could not be improved upon with sass, that was clear.

Molly scratched the back of her head. "Um, this is kinda sudden but… This is Riley. He's asked to be the fourth member of our club." She glanced at him as the silence returned, detecting what almost looked like a hint of fear in the boy's eyes. A hint that prompted her to try her best to ease the growing tension in the room. "Oh, and uh, this is Brooke and Kayla."

Riley said nothing. There were a million things to take in from the girls by sight alone, but two things stood out: Their bulges. Bulges even bigger than Molly's…