𝑴𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝑯𝓪𝓻𝓽𝒆𝓵𝓵
Location: The beach party, docks
Interacting With: Raven @Zaxter996
Text colour: #adff9f
Molly was relieved to only recieve understanding from Raven's side. It made her feel more at ease. Really, even with the Sam thing it had been just to blow off some steams. Especially school related, since that could get stressful. But they'd been besties, first and foremost. And that's why Molly was so hellbent on fixing their relationship after all this time. If Sam was up for it, of course.
Raven laughed at Molly's question, a mock offendedness to her tone. Molly grinned back in a
"sorry but not really" sort of way, ruffling her curls that got all mixed up in the slight, warm evening breeze.
"The number though... Is it bad that it's taking me a bit to think about?" Raven asked with a giggle that made Molly scoff in amusement.
"Let's see... Umm... Off the top of my head... 13? No! 14... I think..?" the girl counted thoughtfully, making Molly snicker.
"Show-off!" she shook her head in mock astonishment, leaning her body in sideways to bump Raven's shoulder. Molly's expression became troubled, however, when Raven continued.
"13. I'm fairly sure. 8 girls, 5 guys." Molly looked at her lap, thoughts causing an uproar in her head.
8 girls..? That should be a good thing, yes? Molly was happy, it wasn't that... it just made her realise how inexperienced she herself was. Would anyone as experienced in the area of girls ever go for someone like Molly, who had only ever done it with blokes? She had zero experience on how to flirt with a girl, let alone on how to turn them on. She might as well be a bloody virgin, that's how little she knew.
She wanted to, though. And she was sure she would be quick to learn. Molly just felt like she didn't have the opportunity to mess this one up. What this meant to her... it was infinitely more than any boy ever had. She wouldn't, nay,
couldn't mess this up.
"Oh wow..." Molly whispered slowly, not in a judging tone, but not in an admiring one either. Her self-consciousness must've been shining through right then and there, something she was desperately trying to conceal.
And sure enough, as if Raven was reading Molly's thoughts, her next question was:
"Have you ever slept with a girl before?" The question Molly had been waiting for in anticipation... and with dread. A big ugly ball of mixed feelings and thoughts swirled inside Molly, and she felt a flutter in the bottom of her stomach, the kind you got just before giving a presentation or at the top of a roller coaster just moments before you plummeted into a valley.
Did she feel... embarrassed?
"...No," Molly admitted with a voice more sheepish she'd have liked, averting her eyes tactically. This bit right here felt like baring her soul, albeit indirectly, to the girl beside her. The answer in itself wasn't revealing anything, but the way she said it... it was sure to reveal that Molly thought she couldn't measure up to someone as experienced as Raven.
"I've... I've actually slept with only 4 different guys I think, to answer my own question, but... never with a girl," Molly's answer faded into a thoughtful whisper, like the word last uttered was a precious one. It was. And honestly, Molly was more than anything a bit envious that Raven had had all of those beautiful experiences she wish she'd had by now.
Right after replying, Molly glanced at Raven, giving her a lopsided smile in an attempt to not seem that vulnerable. Not good enough, she decided, trying harder to look unaffected by the question.
"Almost took a sip at that one, not gonna lie. Your bedroom life has been much more impressive than mine," Molly joked. She wasn't one to judge, and she usually didn't. In fact, Molly usually encouraged people to practice healthy, consenting, and safe sexual relationships with one another. Her own score just was a bit lacking and lopsided compared to the girl beside her. It made her self-conscious, sure. Unsureness was what was eating Molly alive, plaguing her mind with dark thoughts. What if she was too inexperienced for someone such as Raven? What if she didn't know how to properly...
satisfy another girl? Eww, gross, Molly. Don't go there, her mind scolded her. She wasn't even sure if she was ready to go there. She wanted to, but she hadn't even gotten to the first bloody base.
'But what if you suck at that too?'No. She wouldn't think of that. That wasn't going to help her at all, no. She'd have to muster up courage to just... stand proud, chin up. Maybe some day.
"Biggest regret in life?" Molly asked then, almost urgent to change the subject. She wanted something else to think about, she didn't want to hear what Raven thought of her answer, certainly not what she'd hoped with that sweet flirty tone, Molly was sure... So she'd panicked and asked the first thing that sprung to her mind. A question which, ironically enough, was something that Molly herself could've answered with a full novel. Because regrets? Those she had plenty. Including her being such a
fucking wuss that she couldn't help but dodge whenever Raven was making a clear move. She'd already been almost there onece, dammit. How hard could it be to let herself go there again?
At least their hands were still entwined, and that Molly wasn't going to willingly change.
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