"I should tell Mae about this," Molly said as he started driving them back.
"Yes, you should," Trent agreed. "Gotta mention this to Bea and Ann, too."
"Oh, uh, should I be, like, serious? Because I just fired off a message and it was not...serious," she murmured awkwardly.
"Eh, it's fine. I know Mae will be happy. She wants us to hook up, but not like in a way that she's trying to make it happen, but in a more 'maybe someday' kind of way? If that makes sense?"
"Oh yeah, I know. It's fine. I'm still weird about it, but I'm not, like, weird about it? That doesn't make sense. I'm not uncomfortable with you or Mae wanting you and me to hook up, I don't feel pressured or anything. I'm just weird about how I feel about it. And now I'm weird about it, because that was...really good. Like man, that was a good kiss."
"It was a really good kiss," he muttered. "What'd you say to Mae?"
She laughed. "I said 'I totally just made out with your boyfriend in the woods'. And now she's responding excitedly and disbelievingly. Oh, she wants to call."
"Tell her to wait, it's raining harder now and I need to focus," he replied.
"Got it."
They fell silent as he drove down the bumpy forest road. After a bit, he got back to a real paved road and then drove into Possum Springs. They continued not to say anything, the only sounds being the rain and Molly texting. Trent felt pretty lost to his thoughts. Obviously he wanted to fuck Molly, he also wanted to date her, although he thought that he had no idea how it might go. Her personality was so different than any of the others and very unlike most of the women he spent any amount of time around.
Mostly, he was worried it would be a bad idea if they hooked up. He told himself to put it out of his mind, at least for the time being, but it was hard. That kiss had been...intense. In a really good way. He still had a hard-on.
"Aw...I feel bad now," Molly murmured.
"What? Why?" he asked, glancing at her.
She was, in fact, looking at his crotch. "I made you horny."
"Oh no, truly a crime against the world," he replied, chuckling.
"I mean yeah, I get it that being horny isn't terrible, it's just...I can't really do anything about it." She paused, considered, pursed her lips. "Or could I?"
"We agreed no further," he said firmly.
"I know, and you're right, but...like, maybe...okay, crazy pitch: could we jerk off to each other jerking off?" she asked suddenly.
"What, like, mutual masturbation? Looking at each other?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"...I'd need to talk to the others, I'm not clear-headed enough to make this decision, and I'm not sure you are either."
"Is that author speak for 'my dick is too hard to think straight'?"
"Yes, basically."
She laughed. "Man, and just from a kiss, too."
"You're really hot," he replied.
"Well...thank you."
They went inside and found Ann in the living room. She paused the game she was playing (StarFox 64) and raised an eyebrow at them.
"...what have you two been doing?" she asked.
"What do you think we've been doing?" Trent replied.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were fucking like rabbits out in the forest somewhere, or maybe on the roof of the Telezoft building...we should do that."
"That's against the law," Trent replied.
"You guys should totally do that. Also, can you take me up there? I wanted to go last time I was here but we never got around to it."
"Yeah, tomorrow," he replied. He realized Ann was still staring at him with that eyebrow raised. "Okay, we made out. A little."
Now both eyebrows came up.
"It's not his fault!" Molly said quickly and awkwardly. "I wanted it. I...kinda pressured him. Ah shit, was that shitty?"
"No. The pressure wasn't because I didn't want to make out with you, because I did, but because I didn't think it was a good idea...which I'm still not convinced of."
"So what happened exactly?" Ann asked, setting the controller aside fully.
"We went to that pond you and I went to," Trent replied, "and we skipped rocks, and got to talking, and it started raining, and we wanted to stay in the rain, and Molly...came onto me. Well, that's not completely true."
"It's pretty true," she murmured awkwardly.
"No, I mean, it wasn't just that she was horny. She's still...conflicted, about how she feels about me, and she wanted to try and resolve those feelings at least a little."
"Did it work?" Ann asked after a long moment.
"Not really," Molly replied. "Um...should probably ask her about the thing…"
"What thing?" Ann asked.
Trent sighed. "So, uh, here's the thing...Molly feels bad about making my dick hard." Molly immediately started giggling, then put her hand over her mouth.
"Sorry," she whispered.
Ann giggled. "It's fine."
"So she wanted to try some mutual masturbation. And...being that I really want to have sex with Molly, and I really want to see her naked again, and the fact that she is still kind of fucked up emotionally and mentally over what happened, I don't think I'm the right person to make the call on whether or not this is a bad idea."
Ann opened her mouth, then paused for a good three seconds, then closed it and frowned and paused for a bit longer. "As a person who has had sex with Molly and wants to have sex with her again, I'm not sure if I am the right person to make this call."
"Who would be? Because not Mae, and, okay, not to be arrogant or anything, but I think Bea is into me in the same way I'm into Trent," Molly murmured.
"Claire," Ann said suddenly, grabbing her phone.
"Oh, yeah, good idea. See, I'm not thinking straight right now," Trent replied.
"I'm going to ask her to come over and deliberate, because if you do this, I want in on it...if that's okay."
"Oh, yeah, that'd be awesome," Molly said. "I do totally want to fuck you while I'm down here, by the way."
"Same," Ann replied, grinning as she finished up her text. "Now we just...oh, she's responding. And...she's coming over right now, perfect."
"I'm going upstairs to strip," Molly said, "can I borrow a robe or something?"
"Mae's is up there, hanging on the back of the bedroom door, I know she'd be okay with you using it," Trent replied.
"Awesome, thanks!" She hustled upstairs.
"Should probably do the same," Trent muttered as he took his shoes off.
"You're pretty soaked...looks pretty good, though," Ann murmured, staring at him.
He chuckled as he took off his shirt and, after a moment's deliberation, hung it from the coat rack. "You think I look good wet?"
"Uh...yeah," she murmured. He looked back at her. She was staring at him intently now.
"What?"
"You look real good right now without your shirt but all wet and still with your pants. Like a model or something, with your hair like that."
They both paused as the backdoor opened up and Claire stepped in. "Hey, I got the message and-whoa. Trent. Wow. Holy shit. You look amazing."
"Told you," Ann said.
"What the fuck? Get a picture, I want to see if I'm just completely blind to this or not, and also I imagine Bea and Mae will want to see."
"Yes they will," Ann said, standing up.
"Is this why you called me over here?" Claire asked. "If it is, I'm absolutely not complaining."
Ann laughed loudly as she got into position and aimed her phone at him. "No. We need you to settle a question. A weird question. It's really weird." She snapped the picture. "Okay, sending."
"Oh shit, Mae wanted to call," Trent muttered. "Okay, um, here, listen to this really quick Claire." He explained the situation to her.
She pursed her lips. "Let me talk to Molly. Alone."
"Okay," he said. "She's upstairs in the bedroom."
"All right." She headed upstairs.
"I'm surprised she wasn't more weirded out," Trent murmured as they watched her go.
"I think she's used to our weird shit by now," Ann replied. "Here."
She passed him her phone and he looked at the picture of himself. For a moment, he was surprised. For just an instant, he thought that she'd somehow slipped him another picture of someone who looked like him, only better. He frowned and looked down at himself, then back at the picture. He actually looked pretty fucking good, which felt like such a bizarre thought.
"I kinda look like I have a little more definition," he muttered.
"You do," she replied. "You've been getting a lot of exercise over the past six months."
"I guess...I actually should buy some weights. I think even if I did just some basic shit for like fifteen minutes a day, I could actually have some more noticeable definition."
"While I'm quite happy with you how you are now, I would not discourage this. I've always kinda wanted to work out too...would you be weirded out if I got some definition?" she asked.
"Fuck no, I wouldn't," he replied immediately, passing the phone back to her.
"Ooh. So you like musclegirls?" she asked.
"Fuck yes, I do. I will bang the fuck out of you even if you get jacked. I mean because I love you but also because yeah, tough girls are hot."
She laughed. "Such a strange boy...but thank you." She glanced up. They could barely hear the two women talking now. "So if this happens, we're all getting naked and jacking off?"
"Basically," he replied.
"I think Molly's going to fuck you. At least once," she murmured.
He looked back at her. "You really think so?"
"Yeah. I think she's on this path of needing to know for sure if she's actually into a man or not. It'll take a bit of time, but she'll eventually realize that she just needs to fuck you, at least one time, to know for sure. Now, how that session will actually go? Dunno. She might make you stop the moment you stick your dick in her, but she might not. And she might find out that while she's not really into men on the whole, she is into you."
Trent nodded slowly, looking back up again. "I think so, too," he said quietly, then he pitched his voice lower. "I think she's going to move in with us."
"Me too," Ann murmured. "I think she'll crash here for a week or two, and eventually she'll realize she doesn't want to go back to her own life, that she loves it here, and that we're actually fucking awesome people to tie her life to, and she'll actually put up with a lot if it meant getting to be around you and Mae all the time. Even if you and her aren't fucking."
"Me and Mae? Not you? Bea?"
"No. She likes you and Mae more than anyone else, but in different ways, for different reasons. And she's right to. You're both fucking amazing people. You'll take great care of her...you gonna?" she asked.
"Let her move in?" he replied. She nodded. He sighed heavily. "I don't know. I mean, I'm cool with it, honestly. Now that we've gotten to know each other, I think it'll probably be fine. I know Mae will be fucking thrilled. You?"
"I'm okay with it," she replied. "So long as she behaves herself."
"Behaves herself?"
"Molly is clearly a party girl who makes party girl decisions, and she's finally beginning to realize that's actually not a very satisfying life. She's slowly beginning to want to change, but wanting to change and actually changing are two different things. She's probably going to have a difficult transitory period...or maybe I'm wrong, maybe she'll just slot right into this life. I sure did. Mae sure did. But yeah, as long as she isn't starting fights or causing problems and minds her manners, I'm okay with it."
"It's getting pretty crowded in here," he muttered.
"Yeah, that's the biggest problem. She'll basically have to set up down here. Or we could get a bigger bed. A California King would hold all of us…"
"And those are like, what, four grand?"
"For the proper ones, yeah, I think. But you're getting a fatass payday in a few months, right?" she asked. "From all your sales?"
"Yeah...shit, still don't even know what the hell is going on there. Fuck me, there's too much going on…" he groaned.
"I know, but it'll settle down."
"It kind of seems like it's ramping up still."
"...maybe," she admitted. "But eventually it'll settle. And until then, you've got us." She smiled and lifted her shirt, exposing her big, brown-furred breasts. "You've got me."
"I do have you," he muttered, reaching up and groping them. "Fuck, you've got big, awesome tits. I really like them."
They both looked up as they heard the bedroom door open. "Okay, come up!" Claire called.
"Guess they reached a decision," Ann murmured, pulling her shirt down.
"Yep."
They started heading up the stairs.