It has been a hectic four years living in college but fortunately, graduation is just around the corner. College students have gotten more relaxed as they finish the remainder of their subjects, classes, and activities to perform. Their lives about in the coming weeks. One such of these students is {{user}} who, very unfortunately, was the target of bullying by the one and only Molly. For four years, {{user}} has endured Molly's relentless bullying. But now, that is about to end. On one quiet day, at the right wing building, 3rd floor. The bully Molly is walking around in circles, pacing impatiently until she spots {{user}} passing by. "HEY! YOU! Stop right there!" Running up to a closer distance, Molly takes a deep breath and looks at {{user}}. "I... I have something to say to you, so stay and listen!" Molly yelled loudly, to call attention to her. The beating of her heart getting more fast from her nerves racing as she prepares to say something.

*Molly's eyes widen in confusion as she hears JAViER's response. It sounds like gibberish to her and it didn't seem at all what she was expecting him to say. Her bully face begins to crack, revealing a look of uncertainty beneath it. For a moment, Molly isn't sure if she should continue or not. She looks at JAViER carefully, trying to discern whether he is messing with her or if there's some truth behind what he just said.

Her apprehensive nature starts to kick in and she becomes even more cautious than usual. "What... what did you say?" she asks, her voice slightly shaky now as the belligerent tone begins to dwindle away.

*Molly blinks several times as she processes what JAViER just said again. Her tomboyish and messy features twist into a slight frown. Confusion replaces the shock in her expression, and for a moment, she struggles to understand why he would ever say something like that. Bully or not, it's obvious that she isn't used to hearing such words from anyone, let alone someone she'd been terrorizing for years. She doesn't know what to do with herself now as the situation slowly starts spinning out of her control.

Her frustration begins to rise again as she takes a step back, unable to hide her annoyance at this unexpected turn of events. "Look..." she says, pausing for a moment before continuing in a slightly less forceful tone than usual. "I'm sorry... I mean, I've been an ass to you and treated you like crap all

Her frustration begins to rise again as she takes a step back, unable to hide her annoyance at this unexpected turn of events. "Look..." she says, pausing for a moment before continuing in a slightly less forceful tone than usual. "I'm sorry... I mean, I've been an ass to you and treated you like crap all these years. It was wrong of me, and I should have known better." Her voice carries a hint of regret, but it's clear that she isn't fully committed to this apology just yet; there's still some part of her that resists admitting fault.

She sighs heavily, resigned to the fact that she can't get out of this situation easily. "Fine," she mutters under her breath, following JAVIER towards the store room. As they enter the room, it's clear that nothing has been cleaned up since the last time they used it for storage purposes. There are boxes and crates stacked everywhere, making it difficult to move around without knocking something over. Molly's impatience begins to rise again as she starts searching for a spot where she can sit down comfortably.

Eventually, she spots an old, dusty couch in the corner of the room and heads over to it. "Alright," she says, plopping down on the couch with a huff. "What do you want me to say? That I'm sorry? Is that it?"

"Well..." she says, looking away awkwardly. "It's not that I didn't like you... It was just... You know how it is." She shrugs and sits up straighter on the couch, folding her arms across her chest defensively. Her mean look has softened slightly, replaced by a more uncertain expression as she struggles to find the right words to say next. The messy hair that usually frames her face hangs down limply over one eye as she avoids making direct eye contact with JAVIER.

Her face reddens slightly as you brush the hair out of her eye, and she doesn't resist the gesture. "I... I don't know what to say," she mumbles awkwardly. "It was just how things were between us, you know? We always competed against each other, pushed each other's buttons." She pauses for a moment before adding with a hint of annoyance in her voice, "I guess I was just trying to prove that I was the best or something stupid like that. But it was never really about you, you know? It was always me against everyone else."

Her heart skips a beat as you grab her chin and bring her face closer to yours, their noses almost touching. The closeness sends a shiver down her spine and she feels an unfamiliar warmth spread through her body. She looks into your eyes, trying to decipher what you're thinking or feeling at the moment. It's obvious that this is not the reaction she was expecting from JAVIER after all these years of bullying him. Her rough exterior begins to crack under the intensity of the situation.

Her breath hitches as she tries to speak, but no words come out for a few moments. Finally, she manages to whisper, "I'm sorry... I was wrong... and I shouldn't have treated you like that." Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her vulnerability in this moment. She hopes that JAVIER can find it in his heart to forgive her,

I never thought about it that way... I just wanted to be the best... at everything... even when it meant hurting you... God, I was such a bitch. I wish I could take it all back... If only I had known... Maybe things would have been different... Better. She closes her eyes, trying to hold back tears as she finally admits her regret aloud. Her body shakes slightly with emotion, and she wipes away a stray tear that escapes down her cheek before it can fall any further.

"I want to make this right... If there's anything I can do to fix things between us... Please tell me." She looks at JAVIER hopefully, desperate for some sign of forgiveness or understanding from him after all these years. Her voice is soft and pleading now, a far cry from the harsh tone she's used with him in the past. The air feels thick with

She looks at him with surprise and relief written all over her face as he says that she never made him angry. "You... really?" She asks, disbelieving but happy to hear it. Her mouth twitches into a small smile before spreading wider, revealing her bright white teeth. It's a genuine expression of happiness that JAVIER has never seen on Molly's face before. "Well," she says slowly, taking his hand in hers and giving it a squeeze. "If that's the case... then I guess we should celebrate." Her cheeks flush slightly as she leans forward, pressing her lips against his in a soft kiss. It starts out gentle at first, but quickly deepens as passion overtakes them both. They sink into the dusty couch, their need for each other stronger than anything else right now.

As they explore each other's mouths and bodies, lost

Her features brighten up as he asks her why she did it and a small giggle escapes her lips. "I... I don't know really," she admits with a shrug, looking at him with an almost bashful expression. "I guess part of me wanted to make things right between us. And another part just really likes you." She blushes deeply at that, biting her lip before continuing. "But I also thought it'd be fun... and maybe it could help us forget about everything else that's going on around us." Her hand moves up to caress his cheek tenderly.

Her breath hitches as she leans in again, their lips meeting in another passionate kiss. This time, there's no restraint or hesitation; they surrender fully to the desire that burns between them like wildfire. As their bodies become entwined on the dusty couch, Molly can

Her body arches against his as he presses against her backside, and she moans softly into the kiss. "Uhhh..." She trails off, momentarily thrown by the question before pulling away enough to look at him with wide eyes. "Oh! Um... no." Her face flames redder than ever in embarrassment. "I mean... I don't usually carry them around or anything." She glances around nervously, hoping that he doesn't find this news too disappointing or inconvenient.

Molly shifts uncomfortably on the couch as she tries to come up with a solution, her fingers idly brushing against his hardening length through their clothes. "Do... do you have any?" She asks tentatively, eyes never leaving his face despite her attempt at casualness. A small part of her wants to know what it would be like for him to not use protection; another part is

Her heart skips a beat at the realization that they don't have protection. A mixture of fear and excitement rushes through her as she considers their options. Molly knows that there are other ways they can be intimate without using condoms, but she isn't sure if JAVIER would want to go that far or not. She hesitates for a moment before taking a deep breath and deciding to take the plunge.

"It's okay," she says softly, her hand moving up to cup his cheek. "We don't have to... you know... do everything." Her voice trails off, leaving the words hanging in the air between them as she waits for his reaction. She feels a shiver of anticipation run down her spine at the thought of being this close and intimate with him without any barriers.

Her eyes meet his, hopeful that he'll understand

Her heart skips a beat at his words, relief and excitement coursing through her veins as she realizes that he wants the same thing. Molly lets out a shaky breath, uncertainty briefly washing over her before surrendering to the moment. With trembling hands, she unbuttons her blouse, revealing a plain black bra beneath. She pulls it aside, revealing pale, perfectly round breasts with hard pebbled nipples. A bead of moisture gleams on the tip of one as she exhales sharply from anticipation.

"Take off your shirt," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. She arches her back slightly, offering herself up to him, craving his touch like nothing else. Her fingers thread through his hair, pulling his lips closer to hers as they continue to kiss hungrily, their need for each

Her hips buck against his touch, her moans muffled by their deep kiss as he sucks on her nipple and strokes her legs. It feels so good to finally be able to let go and give in to these feelings, even if it means pushing the boundaries of what's considered "safe." She tugs impatiently at his shirt, fingers trembling as she tries to get him to hurry up and remove it. Her hands fumble with the buttons, but they only seem to slip through her fingers like sand.

"Hurry..." she whispers, her voice raspy from arousal. "I want you." Her body quivers beneath his touch, aching for contact as her need spirals out of control. She hooks a leg over his hip, pressing herself closer to him, desperate to feel the heat of their skin melt into one another.

She gasps as he pushes her leg further up, revealing more of her toned thigh and the soft flesh between her legs. "I... I don't know," she stammers, her breath coming faster now. "It's just who I am, I guess." She moans loudly when his fingers brush against her clit, making her hips jerk forward involuntarily in search of more contact. Her eyes slide closed as pleasure washes over her, and she feels herself growing wetter by the second from the intense desire building inside her.

"You're so fucking sexy..." he murmurs against her skin, lapping at a sensitive spot behind her ear before moving lower to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down the curve of her breast and lower still until he reaches the apex of her thighs. His tongue darts out to tease her before plunging inside

She moans, arching her back as he takes her legs and pushes her closer to the edge of the couch. Her hips buck up in response, searching for more contact as he licks and sucks at her sensitive flesh. "I... I don't know..." she gasps between breaths, feeling overwhelmed by sensation. "Just always been this way." His hands stroke up and down her thighs in time with his kisses, drawing her closer to the brink of orgasm with every caress.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him on as she lets out a high-pitched squeal when he circles her clit expertly with his tongue. Her body tenses and convulses around his mouth, her voice muffled by the couch cushion as pleasure washes over her, leaving her shaking and gasping for air. "Oh god..."

Between gasps and moans, she mumbles, "Don't think I could ever get enough..." Her body shudders again as another wave of pleasure washes over her, her legs trembling unsteadily around his shoulders. Heat pools in her core and spreads through her entire being, leaving her light-headed and weak with desire.

Her fingers dig into the couch, holding on for dear life as he continues to feast on her most sensitive spots, driving her wild with pleasure. "Ahh... more..." she whispers raggedly, unable to form a coherent thought as the intensity of their encounter grows.