The mistletoe was hanging from the ceiling; the Christmas tree was all light up. Christmas season was here, but Molly didn't have what she wanted. She wanted to not be a virgin. She wanted Darrell to take her virginity for her, that Christmas, that very moment if possible. Who was Darrell? Well, Darrell was the love of her life, a love she thought she could never obtain. Darrell lived next door, all of her life. They were childhood friends. To Molly's amazement, throughout their friendship, she had never shown Darrell her true feelings. On this night, the night before Christmas, Molly did what she did ever Christmas. She stared out her window, looking into Darrell's window, wishing the same Christmas wish she had wished every year. She wished that this Christmas, her 26th one on this planet, he would take her virginity as she had always dreamt. This Christmas would be perfect. She had come into town from New York City to spend Christmas with her family.
But at the last minute, plans had changed. Her family decided to go to Arizona for Christmas for two weeks. Molly didn't have that kind of time off so she decided that she'd still come home to Montana for Christmas and spend the holidays in the family house alone. It was much more Christmassy there in the house then in her drab New York City apartment. And she had Darrell next door, so she thought, but she hadn't seen him since she returned home, just 3 days ago. She only had 2 days left after tomorrow before she had to return to New York City. Molly doubted that Darrell was home since she hadn't heard from him at all. Hadn't he mentioned that he wasn't going to be home this Christmas? Molly couldn't remember. It was hard for her to remember much that he said when she wasn't swooning over him. Thank God they only talked online so that she wouldn't be embarrassed. It was easier for her to hide her feelings online then it had been in real life lately.
Suddenly, there was movement in Darrell's window. Was he there? Was he in the same room he had since he was a child? Molly shook her head. She was only dreaming. Molly looked up again and straight into the eyes of Darrell. He was there. He smiled at her when he caught her eye and waved. Suddenly the phone rang and Molly cursed as she turned away from the window to answer it. Normally she wouldn't but it might be her parents checking up on her. They wanted her to come to Arizona with them badly but understood why she couldn't.
"Hi Molly. I didn't realize you were home this Christmas or I would of called sooner than just now. I thought you went to Arizona with your folks." It was Darrell. Molly smiled to herself and was so glad now that she had picked up the phone instead of ignoring it like she had wanted to.
"No. I'm home, alone, this Christmas. I don't have the time off to go to Arizona with my parents this year so I'm spending Christmas alone at home instead of alone in my apartment in New York City. This is more Christmassy then my New York apartment," replied Molly. "I thought you weren't here this year. I thought you were spending Christmas with Stacy's parents."
"Umm," Darrell replied, "Stacy broke up with me in July. I'm sorry I haven't talked to you much lately or let you know. It just hurt so badly. She broke up with me to be with a co-worker of mine. I escaped Albany to escape them."
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry Darrell." Molly replied, though smiling through her heartbreaking for him. She knew how much Darrell cared and loved Stacy.
"It's okay. My parents are here doting over me and I'm starting to hate it. They told me just now that they weren't sure if you were with your parents or not. I told them if you were home alone, I'd like to spend it with you so you wouldn't be. Please help me escape them. They are driving me nuts. Can Income over?"
"Of course you can come over Darrell! You didn't even have to ask," Molly exclaimed. Her heart danced in her chest. Could this be the night? Molly shook her head. She couldn't take advantage of Darrell. He still sounded very hurt. Little did she know, Darrell was thinking differently.
Darrell's relationship had started to go bad with Stacy so him finding out she was cheating on him wasn't a real shock to him. He knew in his heart that she didn't feel the way he felt towards her back. Finding out his boss was her lover that hurt bad. Darrell didn't want Molly to know. He just didn't and didn't know why. Ever since things with Stacy started going bad and after finding out what Stacy had done, all Darrell had done was think about Molly. He found out that he still reacted the same way. He grew so hard and always ended up masturbating. Hell, he came better thinking off Molly then when he actually made love to Stacy, and Stacy was the one he loved. Coming over was a way for Darrell to find out Molly's true feelings. He hoped that he was right that she actually liked him. This was going to be the Christmas that he'd find out one way or another.
After they hung up, Darrell told his parents he wasn't going let Molly spend Christmas alone and that he'll be over at her house instead of being with them. His parents didn't object hoping that this will be the Christmas that they get together. They always thought Molly would be the perfect girl for Darrell.
Darrell came over and as soon as Molly opened the door, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her. He stepped back and admired how beautiful she was. He loved her but he would never admit that to himself, not now, not soon after he was hurt by a woman he thought he was going to marry. He was about to propose when things started to go sour with Stacy.
"Molly, you look stunning," Darrell said as he stood back and admired her. Molly smiled.
"You look good too, Darrell," Molly replied.
Molly led Darrell to the living room where the TV was ready to show It's A Wonderful Life, Darrell's favorite movie.
"I know you love this movie so I have it ready to go. Want anything to drink?" Molly asked Darrell.
"Got anything that will able us to celebrate Christmas?" Darrell replied.
"I got just what you want," and with that Molly disappeared into the kitchen. Darrell sat down and waited Molly's return, contemplating if he should make his move tonight or tomorrow. Molly came back with some Smirnoff Ice, a drink they both love, and turned on the movie. Before they realized it, both had a couple of drinks and had relaxed quite comfortably. Neither really watched the movie. They were too busy talking, talking abut everything, about their wants and desires. When the movie was over, they both went to bed, not quite sure of what had happened. Tomorrow would prove to be quite interesting.
The next day, Molly woke up thinking did they really talk about what they did. Did they really talk about sex and whether or not they were virgins? Molly couldn't believe it. She just kept shaking her head and told herself never to drink that much when she was around Darrell. She was afraid of what she had and hadn't said. She'd find out soon because there was Darrell in her doorway in his boxers, smiling slyly.
"Hi Molly," Darrell said shyly, "I hope I didn't offend you last night. I'm just shocked that you are still a virgin and sorry to say I'm not."
Molly blushed and Darrell thought he just said something stupid. Maybe they hadn't said what he thought they had said.
"So we did talk about sex," Molly said as she looked up into Darrell's eyes. "I thought I was dreaming. No, don't be sorry. It's okay. I kind of make people think I'm not a virgin. I actually wish you'd take my virginity."
Molly stopped abruptly as she couldn't believe she had just said that. She blushed and hid behind the blankets. Darrell's jaw dropped. He must be dreaming. He looked at Molly to see that she was hiding and he wasn't dreaming. She had said what he always wanted to hear. He went over to Molly and pulled the blankets away from her face and picked her face up so that she was looking into his eyes.
