Molly and Me Take One for the Team

Molly and I locked eyes. It would've been so much easier if everyone else could just shut the fuck up, but Jack was still giggling somewhere, and I thought I heard Lea joining him. So much for girls sticking together. Paul stood there with his hands on his hips, waiting. Molly tilted her head toward the futon against the wall, and I held her gaze. There wasn't a good option here. Joan really seemed like she was going to have a heart attack if we tried to walk out, and she seemed dead set on doing it if we didn't take Paul's deal. For whatever reason I actually cared about her 'purity.' I wanted her to give up her stupid upbringing because she wanted to, not because some guy she sort of like asked for, no, demanded, a handjob.

"Alright," Molly said. "I knew you were a sicko, but you're a real fucking sicko, Paul. Let's do this."

His face lit up. If only Joan was looking at it, so she could see what her crush was really like beyond her rose-tinted glasses. Paul walked over and stood in front of us. He was shaking from head to toe as he lowered his pants. This must have seemed far, far outside the possible at the start of the night. Next went his underwear. His dick stuck out from a tangle of dark hair. It was pale and fleshy. Bigger than I would've expected, being fully honest. Molly crossed her legs and looked at me. Our thighs touched. All in this together, I tried to beam into her brain.

Molly wrapped her hand around it. I did the same, my pinky resting against her index finger. His skin was hot. It twitched. Our hands bumped against each other as we tried to find a rhythm. I swallowed my spit as I felt the vein on his dick press against my palm. It took everything I had not to look at the others and exclaim that I wouldn't be doing this in normal circumstances, but it wouldn't change anything. We were here. I bit my lip as we fell into a pace together. My breath held in my chest. Maybe there was something in me hoping that if I just didn't take a new one until this was over, it wouldn't 'count.' Whatever that was supposed to mean.

Paul breathed in, like he was trying to get the smell of us so he could remember it later. He looked down at us, his face all red. From this angle he looked like a totally different person. Now wasn't the time to ask, but I really wanted to know if the his little 'deal' with Molly was his only actual interaction with a woman. His eyes were wide, thrilled. Hopefully that would mean he wouldn't last long. "You two should kiss. It'll make me finish faster," he said, like he'd heard my thoughts.

"He's going for it!" Jack laughed. Everything beyond the three of us was a blur. I didn't want it to be there. How I was going to come to terms with the fact that I'd done any of this tomorrow morning, I couldn't imagine.