Cleanliness and talking

You and Molly finally found it in you to get out of bed. You get up and feel yourself as a sticky mess of honey, but can't help to smile. "I'm going to shower, and then can we talk a bit after?" You ask.

"Sure, bzzt! I'll help clean up the bed while you're in there." Molly replies.

It takes you a long time to shower and finally get all the residue out of your hair and other crevices. Satisfied with your cleanliness, your dry off and head back to the bedroom. Sure enough, Molly's been true to her word and there's no sign of your previous activities except the smell of honey lingering in the air.

You get dressed as Molly finishes unpacking her bags. Dresses finally line your closet once again, bringing a splash of color to the typical male ho-hum. "Wow, thanks for the hard work Molly. Let me help you with your other bag." you say.

"Thankz!" Molly says as you fetch her second duffel from the living room and bring it in. Unzipping it reveals her intimates, with a distinct lack of panties. Molly reaches in and pulls out a light pink teddy, "I want to wear thiz for you tonight. I was zaving it for someone zpecial... Bzzt."

You smile. "It doesn't have to be tonight. When you feel the time is right. Okay?"

Molly nods eagerly in response "Yez. Zoon. I'm falling for you already, my sweet."

You accept it as it comes, and hug Molly tightly. "I want to take some time and share you my story now. Let's open some windows and talk on the couch for a bit."

Molly nods and does so, the natural light beaming into your apartment. The pair of you continue on to the living room where you pour the two of you some chamomile tea before sitting down with Molly.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry Molly. We'll need to go furniture shopping."

Molly lays on her side, facing away from you and laying her head in your lap. Her large oval bee bottom takes up more than half the couch. "Iz okay. I'm comfortable like this." She says.

You place one hand on her head and one on her bee bottom. Your hands idly pet her as you relate your story in excruciating detail. Mostly, it was about love, loss, and how you failed to keep your marriage afloat as a man. Occasionally, you stroke her antenna between two fingers.