Chapter 2

Evidently in the Sharpton family, shyness was abundant in the girls. I couldn't speak for their mother, but I could speak for Daisy and I could definitely speak for Molly. It was Monday, a day when we both were busy with classes right up until lunchtime, which we regularly spent at the university's cafeteria together.

"Thanks." She quietly thanked me as I put a tray in front of her. "I owe you for the next meal."

"Don't worry about it." I smiled as I sat down next to her and gave her a side hug.

She smiled softly before putting her arms on to the table and digging in. "How was the seminar?" She asked me.

"Brutal." I answered. "Whoever created the timetable to include 8am should be fired. I'm just glad I have Tuesday off. Otherwise I'd be dead all week."

"Is that why you always sleep in until 4 on Tuesdays?" she humorously asked me.

"I do not." I protested, a sly smile on my face. "I just stay in my room until four."

"With the door closed. Making no sound. With paper-thin walls. With me playing music loud enough to wake anyone up." Molly continued for me, cocking an eyebrow with a sly smile of her own. "Suuuuure you do."

"Well, what else would I be doing in there?" I asked her.

I could swear her eyes flickered down to my crotch briefly, but knowing me, it could have been my imagination, plagued with desire. "Hey, that's your business." She finally said.

"I ought to wash your mouth out with soap!" I told her.

She shrugged innocently and took a bite out of her sandwich. "I didn't say anything!" She protested.

"But you implied it!" I argued.

"That's what you think." She argued back. "You're the dirty mind here."

"Maybe I wasn't thinking something dirty. Then you're the one with the dirty mind." I protested.

"This conversation's going in circles, isn't it?" She asked me.

I shrugged. "That tends to happen."

"Yo." Some prep tapped me on the shoulders and I spun around to face him. Several other similarly dressed kids were awkwardly standing behind him. "Mind if we sit next you guys?"

I glanced around. It was around lunchtime, so the cafeteria was pretty full. "Yeah, go ahead." I said, knowing what was coming next, but not wanting to be discourteous. I looked at Molly as the guys sat around across from us and next to me, and sure enough, her shoulders hunched forwards slightly, and she was looking straight ahead at the table. We had the foresight to have her seated at the edge of the table, at least.

"Thanks, guys." The prep said, seated across from Molly. "Will you be here long?"

I shrugged. "My next class is at 2, so I might, if that's alright." I answered. The prep nodded, and looked at Molly. I didn't even need to look at her to know I had to take over. "She'll-"

"I was asking her, not you, bro." The guy coolly told me. "I'm sure the lady can answer for herself."

Molly took a small inhale that would be unnoticeable if I wasn't looking for it. "Dunno." She told them with completely expressionless face.

The prep chuckled in confusion. "'Dunno'? You don't know your own next class? You should look into that, then. It's probably important to know your own classes."

"Yeah, probably." Molly simply answered him, still staring at her food.

"So what's your major?" He asked, leaning in closer. Molly nudged me with her foot.

"Look, buddy, cool it with the questions, huh?" I told him, placing an arm down on the table to assert my dominance.

"Whoa, bro. Didn't realize you got to speak for her." The prep told me. "Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"No." Molly cut in before I could say anything. I didn't want to admit it, but it hurt that she said it before I could.

"Well, there we go. Looks like not only is it okay, she also can speak for yourself. So why don't you just let two people talk, huh?" The prep stared me down.

"Walk away from this table." I ordered calmly. "Take your friends with you. Sooner would be better than later. That's what I want, and that's what she wants."

"This got hostile really quickly." One of the prep's friends muttered.

"Is that so?" The prep challenged me, looking towards her. "Is that true? You want me to go?"

"I don't care." Molly flatly said. With one hand, she held her sandwich. The other was down on the bench between us where no one could see, her fingers nervously tapping away.

The prep smiled smugly in victory as he shifted in comfort, evidently staying. "Alright, fine." I admitted, my tone even. "We'll just go."

I stood up and took my tray, and without a word, left the guys at the table. Molly followed suit immediately, wiping the smile off of the prep's face as she left them behind. We quickly found a table for just two people and sat down.

"We should have just come to this one first." I remarked.

Molly sulked. "I'm sorry." she said quietly, still notably uncomfortable. "I don't mean to be a burden on you."

I grabbed her arm opposite the table. "You know it's not like that at all." I assured her. "As long as you're okay, that's all that matters."

She smiled weakly, not believing what I said. She never really did. I let go of her arm and she went back to eating her sandwich.

"So..." I tried to break the awkward silence. "How's Georgina?"

"You mean Georgia?" She asked.

I shrugged in response. I didn't really pay attention to her friends - I listened when she had stories but I was never good with names anyway. I just wanted to change the topic to something else.

"She hasn't really talked to me much." She answered simply, taking another bite and slowly chewing. "I think she found a new circle of friends. I'm happy for her."

"What, so she just left you?" I asked incredulously.

She shrugged. "Maybe she's just busy." She offered.

"Molly, you really need to start sticking up for yourself." I told her seriously. "You stick up for Chris just fine. You stick up for that classics shit you're taking. Talk to her. You've lost how many friends since you started uni?"

She shrugged again. "It happens. People branch off into different paths. It can't be helped."

"Molly..." I groaned.

Her shoulders moved forward. "Next topic."

She couldn't use this tactic forever, but I had to comply. "Alright, alright." I admitted defeat. "I'm sorry. I'm just concerned."

"Got it." She simply said in response, before taking another bite and chewing nervously.

The rest of the time there, we ate in silence. It was painful.

"I heard you had a drama performance today." I made small talk to Chris as we walked through the halls. "How'd that go?"

Chris shrugged. "As good as I made it." He responded. "My professor is kind of ... one of those, you know? Like, I think I pour my heart and soul into a piece and then it turns out, nope, I didn't use body language enough." He scoffed as he adjusted his neck. "I'm the king of body language." He pouted.

"I'll have to ask Jerome when we're home." I joked. "I bet you're fluent."

"Always thinking about sex. You are such a slut." He laughed.

"You're certainly hell-bent on the idea." I replied lamely.

"For reals." He stopped me as he stepped in front of me, putting an outstretched hand on my chest. "Friday night. You were not studying, were you?"

I sighed. " ... No. Okay? No."

"You were with a girl, weren't you?" Chris asked.

I pushed his hand away and started walking again. "Yes." I admitted.

"Thought so." Chris pushed his hair past his ear and resumed walking with me, his hips swaying as he did. "There's no shame, sweetie. It's fine. You're only young once."

"Yeah, sure, whatever." I dismissed him, then stopped. "Just ... Don't tell Molly. We've been friends for a long time, and I don't know how she'd react to me being a fuckboy."

Chris laughed. "You, a fuckboy? Honey, you're the last thing I'd call a fuckboy."

I sighed. "I have sex with a lot of girls, Chris. Like, a lot. I like to not learn their names. I like to dominate them then not call them back."

Chris looked to the ground in thought. "Do you like to hurt them?" He asked me. "Do you feel happy or proud when you see what happens next? Do you care about their feelings at all?"

"I don't feel good, no." I answered honestly. "I feel guilty. I wish I could stop."

"Then I wouldn't say you're a fuckboy." Chris informed me. "They take what they want and don't care about the consequences. They don't care about others. I don't think you don't care. I'm no expert, but it sounds like you're addicted to sex. Maybe you should cut back."

"Wow, if only drug abuse meetings gave such sound advice." I remarked.

"Point taken." Chris muttered. "But still. It's important, especially for your future relationships, to recognize the emotional value of sex. Jer and I only do it on special occasions, like when we really feel the love."

"You guys fuck?!" I asked in shock.

He nodded with a mischievous smirk on his face. "Oh, can he ever." He replied evilly. "You didn't hear this from me, but he actually gives the best blowjobs."

A couple passersby gave us odd glances as they walked past. "We shouldn't be talking about sex out here." I muttered as I continued walking forward. Chris followed, as did silence.

"Are you ever embarrassed of me?" Chris asked me out of the blue, after a few seconds.

"What? God no." I replied. "Of course I'm not."

"Okay." He slowly said as we pressed on.

"Why would I be?" I wasn't ready to let the topic go that easily.

He shrugged, and I noticed a definite energy drop in him. "I just feel like being seen with me ... with this..." He gestured to his body, his hourglass figure covered up with some kind of tasteful colorful attire that clung to his skin for dear life. The headband didn't help. "It would hurt your reputation or something."

"What is this, the 1980s?" I asked him rhetorically. "If people can't accept you, that's their own problem. So what if you flaunt it? That's a part of who you are." Part of my big speech was fueled by Molly's backlash against what I said on Friday, but I wasn't going to admit that to him.

"I got heckled the other day." He sighed. "'Faggot.' He told me that my kind doesn't belong here."

"His kind doesn't belong here. Fuck him." I said forcefully. "That's not heckling, that's bullying. What even is 'your kind'? Your sexuality? They don't even know anything else about you."

Chris, to my surprise, grinned. "Fuckboys wouldn't say that." He told me. "See? You're better than you think you are."

"Son of a bitch, Chris." I complained, winding down from the fury I'd built up. "Did you seriously make up an instance of bullying just to prove a point?"

His grin faded. "Nah, I didn't make it up." He replied, playing it off as cool.

I didn't reply. Instead, I stopped walking and hugged him sympathetically, which he accepted. "I'm sorry." I told him.

"Thanks, sweetie." He replied, breaking off the hug. "It's all good. If I didn't think it was worth it, I wouldn't have come out."

"Still." I gruffly mumbled as we neared the gym. "You wanna spot first or shall I?"

"We can decide once we're there." Chris said and smiled. I smiled back.

I got off the bus sweaty and tired. I didn't know how Chris had the energy to go to the gym and have a class afterwards, but he always was one for surprises. With my backpack slung over my shoulder, I walked towards the house, ready to lapse into a coma after the 10-hour hell that was my Monday class and gym schedule.

I practically collapsed through the door when I came in. Slightly dizzy, I plopped my bag down on the floor and crashed on one of the chairs in the living room. Jerome was there, sitting in front of the TV with his laptop on his lap. "Hey." He gruffly said, waving a hand.

"Hey." I replied lightly.

"Gym was nice?" He asked.

"Yeah." I replied breathily. "Just need a few seconds more to catch my breath is all." He nodded and went back to his work.

Lazily I watched TV. I wasn't quite sure what was on. It was a scene of four dudes with white outfits and bowler hats beating each other up while classical music played in the background. I didn't really get art films.

Once I felt my strength fully restored, without another word, I got up and started to go downstairs. It was just as well - the movie hadn't really gotten better. One of the dudes in white was now swinging some kind of huge porcelain penis at a woman. Was it supposed to be metaphorical? It seemed kind of stupid.

If I knew one thing, I knew that after all gym sessions, a shower was practically mandatory. Lazily, I traipsed down the stairs and got to my room. I knew I would have the basement to myself - Molly had a class until 8pm, the poor thing.

I went into my room and ditched the clothes, throwing them into the hamper. "Slam dunk." I muttered to myself smugly as I reached for a towel and threw it over my shoulder. No one ever came down to the basement, so it's not like I needed to cover myself up. I walked up to the washroom door and opened it, not bearing any thought to why it was closed in the first place.

I wasn't really expecting anything, so I took a few steps before I could process what was in front of me and froze.

Molly was there. Somehow, Molly was there, clearly getting ready for her own shower. Without shoes on, which she insisted on always wearing, I had forgotten just how short she really was - Maybe 5'4 on a good day, compared to my 5'11 stature. She was facing away from me, but I couldn't move. I was practically paralyzed. I had a huge crush on her, but not once did I ever think about seeing her naked. Daisy was right - I had completely separated sex and love.

Her modest hourglass figure certainly fooled me. My eyes couldn't help but trail downwards to her ass, and what an ass it was. Round and nicely shaped - not at all what I would have pictured. I pictured her to be cute, not hot. Still frozen, I luckily had the good sense to look back up before she turned around and saw me.

Like me, it took a second. For the first little bit, time froze. Her eyes quickly went from looking anywhere to right at me, and her eyes widened slightly as she processed the sight of me standing there, naked. There was no mistake this time, her eyes trailed downwards as mine did, going down my decently sculpted chest and abs until she was looking straight at my dick as it slowly transformed into the full eight inch beast that I never thought she would see at this point.

While time was frozen, I got the chance to look at her body, and lost in the moment, I didn't pass it up. Her breasts were a delightful B-cup, round and firm. It was like they, like her eyes, were looking right at me. She had deliciously large areolae, each crowned with a nipple that looked puffy and beautiful, begging to be played with. Her skin was soft, with just enough body fat to give her body a lovely, soft shape, but not so much as to ruin her hourglass figure. She still had a reasonably flat stomach, I noted, and right below it was her beautiful pussy. Her pussy was a work of art, the lips slightly visible and just barely spread apart. Above it, her pubic hair lay like an artistic border. I always loved a girl with hair still on her, and it was as red as the hair on her head. Almost as beautiful, too. It had a beautiful chaos to it, kept neat and yet still deliciously wild.

All this took place within one second, and just barely after I was able to register and take a mental picture of what I was seeing before me, Molly grabbed the first towel she could see and covered herself up as best as she can. Returning to my senses, I followed suit.

"Woah, woah, woah!" She repeated frantically, turning her head away from me as she covered herself. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I always come here after six to shower! What the hell are you doing here? You've got class!" I rebutted.

She was blushing profusely. "I didn't feel so well." She admitted. "So I went home early. Since when do you walk into closed washrooms, naked, without knocking?!"

I had never, in all of our years of friendship, heard her yell like this. "Look, I'm sorry!" I frantically apologized. "I just got used to being alone down here. Since when do you cut classes?!"

"I'm not the one in the wrong here!" She protested. Despite our situation, I had to hide my smile. She was standing up for herself. Looks like her state of introversion couldn't hinder her forever.

Her boldness didn't last forever and she quickly shrank back. "Um, mind if I take my shower now? You can take yours later."

"Uh ... Yeah. Sounds good." I feebly mumbled as I turned around, still wrapped in my towel, and left the washroom, closing the door behind me.

When I got to my bed and sat down on it, I felt dizzy. What the hell just happened? I got to see Molly, the girl I'd been crushing on for maybe years, nude, and yet somehow I didn't even really want to. Or did I? She looked amazing. She looked ... Sexy. I didn't think she would. I began to wonder if she had been fucked before.

No, I scolded myself. I wasn't allowed to think about that. God knows what that poor anxious girl was thinking. I couldn't do anything but just sit there, thinking everything yet thinking nothing, until I heard the water shut off a good fifteen minutes later. Even then, I couldn't move.