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“I can’t believe my mother has found yet another way to guilt me into coming over all the time. She’s an evil genius.” I flopped onto the couch and Molly sat next to me, drawing her feet up under herself.

“You have to admit, it’s kind of perfect. Cheap rent and I don’t have to live in a cinderblock nightmare anymore.” True. It really was an idea situation.

“Hey, I told you I loved you,” I said, suddenly remembering.

“Yeah, you did.” Molly grinned. “That was fast.” Was it, really?

“I mean, I’m pretty sure that I’ve been in love with you and I just told myself that was what best friends did when we were kids. I’m pretty sure that friends don’t want to kiss their friends all the time.” Molly nodded.

“True. I used to check out your boobs a lot. I told myself I was just measuring them against mine. It’s funny the little lies we tell ourselves to fit in.” It was. I was still unpacking all the things I’d done to try and seem heterosexual for all those years. Made me feel like shit when I thought about it.

“So we’re doing this. All in?” I asked. Molly leaned in. I was captured by her eyes and her smile and just how gorgeous she was. How was it possible to be that pretty?

“All in,” she said and then she kissed me. This time, she was the one to push things further by licking my bottom lip and then when I admitted her to my mouth, she climbed into my lap.

“I want you so much,” she said, pulling back and raking my hair out of my face.

“I want you too,” I said, squeezing her ass.

“Mmmm,” she said, grinding her hips against me. “What happened to waiting?”

“Fuck that,” I said and she laughed.

“Fair enough.” My mouth went back to hers and this time I wasn’t going to hesitate. Like I had flipped a switch. Love on.

I got my fingers under the straps of her dress and pushed them down her shoulders. She hiked up the dress, pulling it over her head and tossed it and it landed on the TV. Molly sat up so I could remove my shirt.

“I’ve seen you without a shirt on so many times, but it still takes my breath away,” she said, brushing her fingers along my collarbone and pushing my bra straps down my shoulders so she could kiss them. Need roared in my skull and I shifted so that she was on her back on the couch and I was above her again.

“You gonna top me?” she said, smiling and biting her lip.

“Maybe a little. We can switch.” I looked down at her in just her underwear, asking her with my eyes if it was okay. She nodded.

“If you want to stop, just tell me,” I said. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I kissed my way down her stomach and paused at the band of her underwear. I kissed the little bow on them and she moaned.

“What do you want?” I said, resting my chin on her stomach.

“I wantyou.”

“You want me where?” Her response was to thrust her hips upward. Okay, message received.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Molly,” I said, brushing my fingers over her underwear. She made a little noise and pushed against me, so I stroked her again.

“More,” she said, her eyes shuttered closed, one hand still in my hair. I hadn’t even touched her with my mouth yet, but this was turning me on so much I could barely stand it.

I moved my hand a little lower and pushed her panties aside so I could really see her. Fuck. Fucking hell. She was beautiful and wet and I just wanted to put my mouth on her.

But first, I wanted to tease her a little more. I stroked her with one finger and she gasped. I did that for so long that she made a frustrated sound, so I slowly dipped one finger inside and her hand clenched so hard on my hair, I was sure she’d pulled out a few strands. They’d grow back.

I flicked my tongue out once and her hips jacked off the couch, reaching for me again.

“Patience,” I said, looking up at her. She was so stunning like this, her skin all flushed and her eyes glowing.

“Fuck that,” she said and yanked at my hair a little. Whatever she wanted. I’d do whatever she wanted.

So I did. I licked her and sucked on her clit and fucked her with my fingers until she was a complete mess, moaning my name and coming hard.

Twice.