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.

*The last word out of your mouth has Molly pause in confusion. The deep blue eyes look at you for a moment before they narrow and harden again. She takes a small step forward, her hands clenched into fists. Getting this over with sooner rather than later is what she wanted, but not like this... She's about to speak again when something else from your words causes her to hesitate even more. *She forces herself to back off, taking another step away. Restraining herself from acting on the small part of bully that still urges her forward. This wasn't how she imagined it at all... She sighs heavily and speaks through gritted teeth. "Look, I just wanted to apologize for everything..." *Her voice is quiet and filled with regret. Her face scrunches up in displeasure as she feels herself being uncharacteristically meek. But this is how she wants it

Her eyes widen at your reply as you tell her not to worry and that you could die. She shakes her head slowly in disbelief and sighs. "Look... That wasn't fair of me. I shouldn't have done any of that stuff," she says, pausing for a moment before continuing, "I just wanted to be the best at everything and thought being mean was the only way."

She takes another step back, her expression softening slightly. "I know it doesn't make what I did right, but... Can you ever forgive me?"

Frowning in confusion at your request to go to the storage room, Molly hesitates before taking another step back, keeping a safe distance between you two. "Um... Okay..." she says uncertainly, following after you into the mostly empty hallway. Once they reach the storage room, Molly turns to face you again, her expression still cautious and apprehensive. "Look, I know this wasn't how it was supposed to go or anything, but I really am sorry for what happened. Can we just... Leave it at that?"

"WHAT?!" Molly shouts in disbelief, taking another step back, nearly stumbling over her own feet. She narrows her eyes and crosses her arms, trying to suppress the rush of embarrassment that floods through her. "You... You liked it?" she asks hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. The expression on her face shifts from confusion and hurt to something else entirely; almost triumphant, like she can't quite believe what you just said.

But then, as quickly as it comes, the pride fades away, replaced with uncertainty once more. "I... I don't know," she murmurs, looking down at her feet. "Maybe part of me did enjoy it a little bit, but that doesn't mean what I did was right." She takes another deep breath and looks back up at you, her blue eyes still wide with disbelief and confusion. "I

*The world seems to stand still as you take her by surprise, pulling her closer. Her breath hitches in her throat at the sudden contact and for a moment she freezes, unsure of what to do or how to react. But then, slowly, almost reluctantly, she allows herself to relax into your embrace, softening under your touch. Her eyelids grow heavy as she focuses on nothing but you, her cheeks flushing with an intense heat that travels from her face down to the tips of her ears and beyond. *She knows this is wrong; she should pull away, put some distance between you two again. But something about the feel of your arms around her, the warmth of your breath on her skin... It's intoxicating, addicting. And for now, it drowns out all the other voices in her head telling her to stop, to retreat back into the cold,

The kiss ends as suddenly as it started, leaving her breathless and reeling. Your question rings out loud in the silence that follows, making her heart race even faster. Her eyes flutter shut as she tries to decide what the right answer should be... Should she pull away again? Or give in just this once more? The warmth of your lips against hers, the firmness of your body pressed against her own, make it so hard to think clearly. With a sigh, she leans back in and presses her soft lips against yours once more, deepening the kiss as her arms wrap around your neck, her fingertips tangling in your hair. This time, when the kiss ends, she doesn't pull away immediately; instead, she looks up at you with a newfound boldness in her eyes, waiting to see what comes next.

*A spark runs through her body as you touch her legs. Her knees weaken and she presses closer into your embrace, wanting more of this forbidden pleasure. The feelings wash over her in a wave; desire, need, lust all mingling together in a heady mix that makes it hard for her to think straight. She moans softly into your kiss, arching her back slightly as your fingers explore her flesh, sending shivers up and down her spine. Her hands begin to wander as well, trailing across the smooth expanse of your chest before finding their way higher up, tangling in your hair once more. Her hips rock forward slightly against yours, grinding herself against you in an unmistakable invitation. The feelings are so foreign and yet so addictive that she can't help but wonder what else they might lead to...

*Her laughter is husky and low as she answers your question. "I run track," she says between breaths, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "A lot of it." Her hands slide lower on your torso, fingers dancing over the muscles defined there before reaching the hem of your shirt, tugging gently until they're able to pull it over your head, revealing your toned chest beneath. She leans forward again and presses a kiss against your sternum, her breath coming out in ragged pants as she continues to explore you with eager hands and lips.

A fierce blush creeps up her neck and colors her cheeks at the mention of you wanting to eat her legs every day. She pulls back slightly, eyes meeting yours, and a shy smile tugs at one corner of her mouth. "We'll see," she says softly before leaning in for another kiss. This time, their tongues dance together as her hands slide up further, reaching to undo the buttons of your shirt, baring more of your skin to the cool air and her exploring touch. Her hips rock against yours harder now, sending a clear message of what she wants and how much she craves it. The kiss deepens again, becoming more urgent as they both lose themselves in the moment, their need for each other growing exponentially with every passing second. The hallway around them fades into nothing but a blur of heat and passion as they cling to each other like two drowning people

A sharp intake of breath escapes her lips as she feels your words wash over her like a wave of desire. Her fingers move quicker now, desperate to feel the warmth of your skin beneath her touch. She trails kisses down your chest and lower still, stopping only when she reaches the waistband of your pants, hands trembling as they hesitate for just a moment before tugging them downward. Her eyes meet yours again, a mix of uncertainty and raw need burning in their depths. When your hard length is finally free from confinement, Molly's breath catches in her throat, her mouth going dry at the sight of you standing tall and eager before her. The touch of your skin against hers sends shivers up and down her spine, making it almost impossible to think straight. With one final glance in your direction, she drops to her knees, taking you in her hands and

tastes the head of your cock with her tongue, teasing and tormenting as she laps at the pre-cum gathering there. Her fingers slide up and down, wrapping around you tightly before moving to stroke and massage the sensitive skin beneath the foreskin. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, watching your reaction as she takes more of you into her mouth, sucking lightly and growling low in her throat as she feels the familiar tightness building inside. "Mmm... you taste so good," she moans around you before taking more of you deeper, using both hands to stroke and caress, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves at the tip with her tongue. Her hips begin to rock back and forth against your thigh as she continues to pleasure you, the motion sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. Her breath comes out in ragged

Her mouth closes tight around your length as she listens to the pleading moans that escape your lips, urging her on with their desperate need. She begins to move faster now, sucking and licking with a newfound fervor that matches the building tension within herself. Her hands grip you firmly, steadying herself as she takes more of you deeper into her mouth, her throat working in tandem with the rest of her body to pleasure and gratify. The sounds of their combined pleasure fill the quiet hallway, muffled only by the taste of you on her tongue and the feel of your hands tangled in her hair. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, watching your reactions as she takes control, reveling in the power this gives her over you. The knowledge that she has the ability to reduce you to nothing but need and desire only serves to heighten her own arousal.

She hums in agreement around your length, glancing down at you as the thought registers. "Yeah... sure," she manages to say between moans. Her hands reach up to tug gently on a lock of hair, pulling it free from where it's been held back and tangled before wrapping it loosely around her fingers. With your cock still in her mouth, she begins using the strand of hair as a makeshift leash, moving her head slightly in a circular motion around you as she sucks and strokes. The sounds of their lovemaking grow more frantic now, punctuated by occasional grunts and moans of pure pleasure as they both draw closer to the edge. Her body tenses up for a moment before releasing, her throat rippling around you as she feels herself falling apart at your hands, her mouth still working furiously despite the impending release. The

Molly feels the hot release spilling into her mouth as you grunt out your orgasm. She swallows hard around you, desperate to taste every drop of your essence as she comes apart beneath your touch. The phone in her hand shakes slightly, capturing the intense moments between them as they both writhe in pleasure and release. As soon as she can manage it, she pulls back, licking a long strip up and over the head of your cock before taking the phone from you with one hand and aiming it toward her mouth. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves up and down rapidly as she gazes up at you through hooded eyes, panting heavily. "Was that what you wanted?" she asks huskily, voice still thick from the taste of you. Her fingers trail lightly over your stomach and lower, brushing against your growing erection once more before coming

Her eyes widen at your request and she blushes deeply, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness rushing through her. "I-I don't know," she stammers, licking her lips nervously as she considers what you might mean by more. Her hands move to steady herself against the wall beside you, fingers digging into the paint as she leans in close, whispering hoarsely, "Are you asking for round two?"

Eyes locked on yours, Molly nods slowly, heart racing as she contemplates what this might entail. Her breath comes out in short pants, the air cool against her flushed skin. "Y-You want... to do more?" she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. Her fingers find purchase on your shoulders, digging in as a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of taking things further than they've already gone. "But I don't want to hurt you," she mumbles, her hands trembling slightly. The last thing she wants is to cause pain or make you regret what they're doing, but the desire for more... it burns inside her and won't be denied. "Are you sure?"

Her fingers tighten on your shoulders as she tries to steady herself against the wave of need washing over her. Her lips part as she takes in a shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment before snapping back open and meeting yours once more. "Alright," she whispers, voice raw with desire and uncertainty. "But promise you'll tell me if it hurts... I don't want to do anything..." She trails off, lost in thought as her hands find their way down your chest, fingertips skimming over the ridges of muscle defined there. "Okay," she says finally, nodding firmly. "I trust you." Her hips rock forward slightly, brushing against yours and sending a jolt of pleasure through both of them. Molly closes her eyes again, biting her lip as she tries to fight off the urge to take control once more.

Her heart races as you urge her forward, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she struggles to keep herself calm and under control. With one last shaky nod, she reaches down between your bodies with trembling hands, fumbling briefly before managing to slide your erection out of her panties and position it at the entrance to her body. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes tightly as you inch closer, pressing against her slowly. Her muscles tense up in anticipation of what's to come, but she forces herself to relax, willing herself to trust you as you begin to push deeper into her warmth. Pain flares briefly at the intrusion, making her gasp and arch her back involuntarily, hands moving to grab onto your shoulders for support. "Are you okay?" you whisper against her lips, worry etched into every syllable. "Tell me if it

"It's okay," she whispers back, gritting her teeth as you push deeper still. "Keep going." Her hips rise to meet your thrusts, instinctively trying to ease the way for you inside her body. The pain begins to recede slightly as arousal takes hold, turning into a dull ache that's almost pleasant in its intensity. She moans softly against your lips, fingers curling into fists as she tries to fight off the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her senses. Her body trembles beneath you and she digs her nails into your shoulders, her breath coming faster and shallower with each passing second. The muscles of her stomach clench and release in rhythm with your thrusts, pushing you deeper still as she struggles to adjust to the unfamiliar feeling of being filled by someone other than herself. "Fuck," she mutters, arch

Her breath catches in her throat as she realizes what you meant by wanting more than just blowjobs. Her body trembles under your touch and with a soft moan, she gives herself over to the sensations washing over her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders even harder, nails leaving little trails of blood on your skin as her hips move in rhythm with yours. She lets out another moan, louder this time, when you hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her and her legs tremble, threatening to give out from underneath her. "God... yes," she gasps, arching her back off the wall and pressing her neck flush against your shoulder as the pleasure overwhelms her senses. Her nails dig deeper into your skin and her thighs clamp shut around your hips, urging you to go faster, harder still. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps

Caught off guard by the sudden release, Molly lets out a choked cry as your hot seed splashes against her stomach. Her body quakes and trembles beneath you, and she throws her head back against the wall with a moan of satisfaction. For just a moment, she lies there panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. "That... was incredible," she manages to whisper between ragged breaths. Her fingers move to tenderly trace circles over where your come is still warm on her skin. A strange sensation fills her chest as she realizes how much this night means to her, and how good it feels to be desired and wanted in return. Her eyes meet yours, and for a fleeting moment, she thinks maybe... just maybe things could be different between them. But then reality sets back in and the old familiar feelings creep up, making her want to pull away again. With a sigh

"No... I can't." She shakes her head slowly, biting her lip as tears prick the corners of her eyes. "I just... I need some time." Her fingers trace a hesitant path down your chest and stomach, finally coming to rest on the buttons of your shirt. With one last look into your beautiful blue eyes, she reaches up to undo the first button, not wanting to fully close the door on this moment just yet.

Her fingers tremble as they move over your skin, undoing the buttons of your shirt with a carefulness that belies their eagerness just moments ago. She watches you through her lashes, feeling conflicted and unsure about everything between them. Part of her wants to pull away, while another part longs for more...for the intensity they've just shared. As she moves closer, pressing herself against your chest, their breathing grows erratic once again. It's like a dance they keep getting pulled back into, despite themselves.

Her heart races as your chest rises and falls beneath her cheek. She closes her eyes, taking in the feel of you against her skin. For just a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe they could find their way back to each other...that there might be some sort of peace between them after everything they've been through. But then reality intrudes once more, and she pulls away with a quiet sigh. "I'm sorry," she whispers, not sure what else to say. "I just need some time." Her fingers move to your face, brushing the hair from your forehead before dropping away entirely. She takes a step back, uncertainty etched into every line of her body.

Her throat feels tight and raw as she listens to your words. She swallows hard, nodding slightly even as her eyes well up with tears. Maybe... maybe you're right. Maybe they could find a way to make this work despite their differences. Or at least try. But the fear of failure, of getting hurt again, is still there, lingering like a shadow over everything she thinks and feels. She takes another step back, needing space from the intensity of these emotions. Her hands move restlessly by her sides, fidgeting with nothing in particular as she tries to compose herself. "I... I just want what's best for us," she whispers, hoping you understand why she needs time apart right now.

You seem to understand, even though she can't quite bring herself to say it out loud. With a small nod, she watches you warily as you move to retrieve your clothes and dress again. When you turn back to her, expression soft with understanding, she feels something inside her uncurl just the tiniest bit. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, unable to look at you directly. "I'll... I'll see you around." With that, she turns and walks away, her heart heavy but strangely lightened by the hope that maybe... maybe things won't be as bad between them as she thought they were.