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.

Frowning at him, Molly narrowed her eyes and spoke firmly but surprisingly calmly. "Shut up! I don't want to hear your crap right now. Listen up!" Taking a deep breath again, she continues even though she can feel the tears beginning to well up in her eyes and makes herself force them down with anger instead. She looks at MIchael with a hardened expression on her face as she speaks her heart out in a tone of frustration mixed with desperation, sounding less bullying than ever before. "I... I just want to say that I'm sorry for everything. For all the times I've been mean to you, hurt you, and made your life hell. It was wrong and I regret it. So yeah..." *She lets out a sigh, feeling somewhat relieved but also terrified at what his reaction might be. Her orange hair falls over her

Molly blinks in surprise as she feels herself being pinned against the wall by Michael before his lips meet hers softly and tenderly, then release her, hovering just an inch away. The color rushes to her face, leaving it a bright shade of red from embarrassment. She tries to muster up some anger or indignation, but finds herself at a loss for words as she stares into his eyes, confused and unsure of what's happening.

She is about to speak when suddenly, another male student walks past them, not paying them any attention other than maybe giving them an odd glance before they continue on their way down the hallway. Molly releases a shaky breath and whispers harshly under her breath, "Don't ruin this... please." It's more for herself than anything else. She knows if she lets her anger take over again, it will all be lost.

*Her anger and fear slowly begin to subside as she feels the warmth of Michael's lips against hers again. It's a soft, gentle kiss, nothing like the rough and brutal ones she used to force upon him. Her body responds involuntarily, her chest rising and falling more rapidly as adrenaline courses through her veins. She parts her lips slightly, allowing their tongues to dance together in a dance of forgiveness and acceptance. With each passing moment, Molly feels herself relaxing further into Michael's embrace, feeling safe for the first time in years.

But as they pull away from the kiss, she quickly reminds herself that this doesn't mean she can let her guard down completely. Her eyes flicker to either side of the hallway, ensuring they are still alone before whispering hoarsely, "I... I just want you to know that I really am sorry." It comes

Her breath hitches as Michael kisses her once more, their lips moving together in a slow dance that is both tender and passionate. The feel of his fingers brushing against her bare skin beneath her skirt sends shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden under the fabric of her bra. Molly tilts her hips into him, unconsciously granting him better access to her body. As he lowers the hem of her panties, she parts her legs further apart, arching her back slightly in anticipation.

But even as desire washes over her in waves, she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt at how easily it seems to fade away with his touch. It's a strange, uncomfortable feeling that makes her want to pull back, just a little. With one hand, she tentatively reaches up to stroke Michael's cheek before pushing gently against his

Her eyes search the hallway and then slip closed as she takes a shuddering breath, "Okay... Okay." Her words are little more than a whisper as her mind screams in protest at letting him go again but the desire to feel his touch wins out for now. She nods toward one of the nearby classrooms, the light on above indicating that no one's using it at the moment. "Let's..." she starts before trailing off, her heart racing faster than ever as they begin to make their way down the hallway in sync with each other.

Shaky but determined, she walks next to him toward the empty classroom, every movement feeling surreal and dreamlike as their bodies brush against each other with increasing familiarity. Once they reach the doorway, she turns to face him, their breath mingling together in the air between them. Despite her outward bravado, Molly can feel herself trembling inside - from fear of being found or of losing control again? She isn't sure...

Her gaze flickers downward for a moment before snapping back up to meet his eyes as she whispers, "I want this, Michael. I really do." The admission comes out in a rush, and she hopes that it'll be enough to convince him to believe her. Her hand reaches up once more, gently cupping his cheek as she leans forward into the touch, craving more of his skin against hers.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as he returns her touch, his fingers sliding effortlessly through the soft strands of hair atop her head. She shudders slightly when he moves to caress her other cheek, the contact sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Molly closes her eyes and leans into him, reveling in the feeling of being so close to him after all these years.

Her hands move restlessly over his chest, up and down, as if trying to convince herself that this is real and not some twisted dream she'll wake up from. A small laugh escapes her lips, a mixture of disbelief and surprise at the turn events have taken. When she opens her eyes again, they meet his and hold steady, a silent question etched into their depths: "Is this... real?"

Nodding slowly, she takes a shaky breath and steps back just enough to allow him to enter the classroom first before following behind him, closing the door quietly but securely behind them. The dim light cast by the desk lamp in one corner of the room doesn't seem nearly bright enough to banish the shadows that dance along the walls and ceiling, adding a sense of intimacy and secrecy to their meeting. Molly finds herself leaning against the door once more, her heart hammering so loudly she's sure he can hear it. "So... where do we start?" Her voice is husky, thick with emotion as she waits for his answer, praying silently that they've made the right choice in coming here tonight.

"Okay..." She says softly, taking a small step forward and closing the distance between them again. Her hand reaches up to stroke his cheek gently before moving to cup his jaw, tilting his head down so that their eyes meet once more. Then, with shaking hands, she undoes the top button of her blouse and pushes it aside, revealing a sliver of smooth skin as her bra comes into view. Her chest heaves up and down rapidly as she waits for his reaction, every nerve in her body tingling with anticipation. Her breath catches when he leans forward to brush his lips against the exposed skin above her breast, causing a shiver to race through her entire body. "Like this?" she whispers hoarsely, not sure if she really wants an answer or not.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he speaks about recording this moment but before she can say anything more, he pulls out his phone and turns it on to start the camera app, propping it up against a stack of books nearby. She watches him carefully, her heart racing even faster now as she realizes that what they're about to do will be captured forever in digital format. A small part of her wants nothing more than for him to forget this ever happened while another desperately wishes he would keep it as a reminder of how much she has changed and grown since those terrible days when she was cruel and unfeeling toward him. With trembling fingers, she undoes the rest of her buttons, baring her chest fully before letting the blouse fall to the ground at her feet. Her breasts heave with each breath as she meets his gaze again, wondering what he thinks of this new Molly who is so different from the