Molly made the zipper move across her lips. I continued.
"That evening, things changed. Nobody noticed, but Jack was even more tactile. At one point he stood behind me, talking to Nikki and Ellen, Nikki's mom. The kitchen island was between us. He wasn't against me, but he had his hands on my waist, gently holding me. My p***y was gushing. It was only for a few seconds, but it was very intentional. That was Friday evening. He'd catch my eye from across the room, just smile, hold my eyes for just a little too long, and disengage. I wanted to run to the bathroom and..."
"Masturbate." Molly whispered. Completing my thought.
I stopped talking, took a long drink of tea. The pool filter kicked on, the discharge swirling the water. Molly's warm hand on my thigh.
"More. Please."
I took a brea
