Flirting With Disaster

varkatzas.' character | Molly Wilcox, 18.

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Nikki Sixx, 46.

Molly had been incredibly stressed out. Between studying for finals, preparing to go to college next year, and just the general hardships that the average high school senior deals with, Molly needed a day off. She had decided to pretend to be heading to school, knowing her mother would be far gone and she expected John would be as well. Sneaking back inside, she had decided to go for a swim in the backyard only to be interrupted by John. He had never left this morning - if Molly had checked the garage, she would have known that. She had begged him not to tell her mother. After much debate, he had agreed and they had settled in for a movie. Each dropping hints, things had progressed. Molly had never gone all the way with anyone, she had admitted between stolen kisses. Immediately, John had pulled away and asked if she was sure. Wanting him had been the only thing she was sure of at the moment.

'Too far, too soon' had left Molly between John's legs, eager to learn how to please him. They would go slow, he didn't want to push her too quickly and hurt her. As eager as she had been, Molly had been relieved. Until each time they had a chance together, he had only seemed interested in his pleasure. After a handful of times, Molly had gotten frustrated. Not knowing how else to show that, she started avoiding spending too much time alone with him. Just enough to get him worked up until she had to leave - to go study, to go on a date with her friends, or to run to the store. Whatever the reason, she would find an excuse to get away just as things got heated. Right up until the last time - John had pressed her against a wall the moment he had walked through the door. She had shoved him away - they had gotten into a huge argument and she had ended up yelling at him, shouting that he was selfish.

She hadn't said a word after that, just stormed out of the house before he could really process anything and react. Molly had kept the spiel up, careful to never be home alone. There was always someone else there. Having not come home the night before, Molly decided to sneak back home Saturday morning. Her mother was away on a business trip and surely, John still had to be sleeping... it was just before seven in the morning when Molly shut the front door. Intent on grabbing a change of clothes, Molly headed straight for the stairs in hopes she could get in and out without trouble.