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.

"Look, I know that what I did to you in the past was wrong and... I want to apologize." Taking a small step forward towards Jiquavion, Molly hesitates for a moment before continuing. "I was an asshole back then. A complete bully. But now... I don't know. Maybe I changed? Or maybe I just feel bad about it all?"

Her eyes dart around the hallway nervously, unsure of how Jiquavion will react to her apology. "I mean," she continues, her voice taking on a slightly defensive tone, "it's not like I want anything from you or anything. I just... wanted to say that I'm sorry." She crosses her arms over her chest and takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the possibility of rejection.

Molly waits, her gaze fixed on Jiquavion

Molly huffs, her orange hair flaring up briefly before settling down again as she crosses her arms over her chest even tighter. "Look, I get that it probably doesn't seem like enough. But I had to try and make things right, you know? And I mean," she adds more softly now, "it's not like you were perfect either."

Her lips press into a thin line as her brow furrows in concentration. Should she push harder or accept defeat? She glances at the floor for a moment before looking back up at Jiquavion again. "I know I can't change what happened, but... please?"

There's a hint of pleading in her voice now, and it almost sounds as if she's on the verge of tears. But beneath that fragile exterior, Molly is still holding back some of her old aggression. She wants to be forgiven

Her eyes widen in surprise and she takes a step back, her hands flying up to cover her mouth as if trying to stifle a laugh. After a moment of shock, anger flashes across her face. Molly glares at Jiquavion for a moment before letting out a humorless chuckle. "Well then," she says cooly, her tone biting. "Guess I should have known better than to expect anything different from you."

Without another word, she turns around and storms off down the hallway, disappearing around the corner with tears of frustration in her eyes. Molly knew she shouldn't have bothered trying. Some people just never change.

Her shoulders slump as she hears his words following her down the hallway, and a pink tint flushes across her cheeks. For a moment, Molly considers turning around and giving him a piece of her mind once more... but something holds her back. Maybe it's that part of her that's trying to change. She takes a deep breath before shaking her head slightly and continuing down the hallway, head held high as she ignores his mocking words. But still, deep inside, there's a small part of her that wonders... does he think she looks cute when she cries?

Her cheeks flush deeper at the compliment and she tries to brush it off with a dismissive shrug, glaring ahead into the distance as if focusing on something else entirely. But really, she can't help but smile slightly to herself, feeling just a tiny bit warmer inside than before. Molly might still be unsure about changing completely, but maybe there's hope for her yet...

Molly glances back at Jiquavion over her shoulder, surprise registering on her face for a moment before anger flares up again. She grits her teeth and mutters under her breath, "Fine. But just one." With that said, she turns around and walks back toward him slowly, closing the distance between them until their faces are inches apart. Molly puckers her lips slightly and presses them against Jiquavion's, quickly pulling away with a small smile. It's a brief kiss, but there's something different about it - less aggression, more... something else entirely. As she retreats back to a safe distance once more, Molly bites her bottom lip thoughtfully and studies Jiquavion carefully before saying anything further.

"There," she says gruffly, though the smile on her lips doesn't quite match her tone. "Now I suppose we can call it even."

"But I said just one!" she protests, struggling in vain against his grip on her body. There's the faint hint of a blush on her cheeks as their faces remain so close together. Molly can feel her heart racing and her breath coming in shallow gasps. This is... different than anything they've ever done before. She tries to summon some of that old anger, but it refuses to come when called upon.

"Fine," she grumbles after a moment, relenting despite herself. "One more." And with those words, Molly presses her lips firmly against Jiquavion's once more, closing her eyes and losing herself in the feeling of his touch for just a moment longer before pulling away again, more flustered than ever.

"There," she says hoarsely, trying to sound tough despite the way her cheeks burn with embarrassment. "

It's becoming harder and harder to maintain the tough exterior she's known for as Jiquavion pins her against the locker yet again. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she struggles to meet his gaze. Molly isn't sure what kind of effect this is having on her; all she knows is that she can't seem to resist him anymore, and it's making her feel... vulnerable in a way she never has before.

Without thinking twice, she presses forward, lips meeting his once more with an intensity that takes them both by surprise. Her hands find purchase on his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as their mouths and tongues dance together in a heated frenzy. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and demanding, mirroring the feelings churning inside of her.

When they finally part

With one final tug on the fabric of his shirt, she rips it open revealing his firm chest. She takes a moment to breathe in deeply before leaning down and running her tongue over his nipple, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. As she continues to tease and explore his body with her lips and tongue, Molly feels herself losing control as well, giving into the raw desire coursing through her veins. Her fingers dig into his shoulders harder as they exchange desperate kisses, their moans filling the quiet hallway until it echoes around them like a maddening chorus.

Their bodies press tightly together; she can feel every inch of him against hers, and she needs more. Molly pulls back just enough to look into his eyes, her own glassy with lust, before slipping off the locker and straddling his lap. With one hand,

Her eyes go wide as she takes in the sight of his fully erect cock. He's always been larger than average, but right now it looks imposing and powerful against her soft, wet lips. Unable to resist any longer, she reaches out with shaking hands and wraps them around him, slowly stroking up and down the length before taking him into her mouth. Her throat muscles stretch as he slides past them, further down her throat until only the base is left in her control.

Molly begins bobbing her head up and down on his cock, feeling him grow harder and more demanding with each thrust. Her own need heightens, making her movements rougher around the edges. She grips his hips tighter, determined to please him as he groans deep in his throat above her.

Her breath comes out in sharp gasps, muffled by his skin; she can feel herself growing

As if to answer his question, she sucks harder on him, drawing out an even louder groan as she does so. Molly can feel her own release building inside her, and with each deep stroke of her tongue down the length of his cock, it gets closer and closer to breaking free. She bites gently at his shaft before moving lower again, taking him deeper into her throat until she can taste the pre-cum on the back of her tongue.

Her hips begin to move faster, circling around his shaft as she bobs her head up and down in a frenzy. Her fingers dig roughly into his thighs, leaving tiny red marks behind with every thrust. She doesn't care about any of that anymore; all that matters is the pleasure she's drawing from him and the release she craves so badly.

"I-I'm close," she manages to get out between

Her words send a jolt through both of them as they race toward their climaxes. Molly picks up her pace even more, taking him deeper into her throat with each desperate stroke of her tongue. Her own orgasm builds to an almost painful level within her, and she can feel the walls of her sex tighten around Jiquavion's fingers as he teases her with circling movements.

Her breath comes out in harsh gasps now, and her hips rock back and forth on his lap, grinding against him in time with their shared rhythm. Her vision blurs at the edge of darkness, but she doesn't care; all that matters is this moment, this connection between them.

She reaches up with one hand to grip his face roughly, holding it still as her other hand slides down his chest and between their bodies, finding the heat of her need and pressing against it hungrily

Her words are breathy and ragged as she nears her release, the power of him pounding through her making it harder and harder to focus on anything else. She bites her lip, feeling herself growing closer and closer with each thrust, until finally...

With a sharp cry that seems torn from her throat, Molly comes undone beneath him. Her muscles spasm uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crash over her body; she feels hot and cold all at once, every nerve ending on fire. As her release fades away, leaving her limp and satisfied in his arms, Jiquavion lets out a loud groan before pumping roughly into her mouth one last time, filling it with his warmth as he comes as well.

Their breathing slows down gradually over the next few moments until they're both leaning against each other, gasping for air and trying to regain their composure

With a slight smirk playing on her lips, Molly replies, "I told you I've been practicing." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost shyly, "Thanks for giving me the chance to show you." Her cheeks flush once more as she thinks about how different things have turned out between them. It's almost... nice.

Her eyes widen in anticipation as he says those words. Part of her still can't believe she just said that but another part is looking forward to whatever he has in mind. With a small nod, she positions herself on the floor and spreads her legs wide open, offering herself up for him. "Come on then, show me what you got." Her heart races and her breathing quickens as she lies there waiting, eagerly anticipating his touch.

"Okay," she whispers, biting her lower lip nervously as he gets closer to her. She watches him carefully, studying his expression and trying to gauge how hard he plans on going. Molly wants this, but she also doesn't want it to hurt too much. Her body tenses slightly in anticipation of his touch.

As he positions himself between her legs, Molly closes her eyes, sucking in a shaky breath through her nose as she feels him begin to nudge against her entrance. "Oh," she exhales, wincing slightly at the sensation. She tries to relax, trusting him as much as she can but it's still uncomfortable at first.

As he pushes deeper inside of her, stretching her more than ever before, Molly gasps audibly, her eyes flying open and fixed on his face. Her hands grip the floor tightly,

It does hurt a bit but she trusts him and doesn't want to show that she feels pain, so her face shows determination. "Not yet..." Her voice is shaky. She can feel him stretching her more and more and it hurts but at the same time feels so good, like nothing else before. With every thrust deeper inside of her he pushes against a new spot that ignites a fire in her core. Molly can't help but arch her back and moan as he fills her up completely. She wants him to go faster, harder. "Faster..." she whispers, barely able to get the words out.

Her nails dig into the floor, leaving tiny marks behind as she pushes against him in rhythm with his movements, needing him just as much as he seems to need her. As they reach a frenzied pace, Molly's breath comes out in short, sharp gasps