This is chapter II of Mollie's Chambers, a story about the dirtiest girl I ever knew and some of the things we got up to. Enjoy!
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I guess that's when things started to change between us. I mean, we couldn't really have gone on being boyfriend and girlfriend after that but we both knew we couldn't end it completely.
The memories of that day played on both of our minds, like a scab that we couldn't stop picking at and, although we didn't talk about it much; at least not when anyone else was there; we shared a secret about each other that made us closer in some ways than I'd been to anyone but at the same time emotionally more distant.
Ben never mentioned it again. He certainly never made any indication that he'd like to repeat the things we did and, although he still flirted openly with Mollie, I don't think it ever went any further again. In many ways, we all moved on.
Mollie and I both started seeing other people on and off; to be honest, we both screwed around a little; but we still remained a close knit group and, even when we were seeing other people, we still took the opportunity to fuck each other when the opportunity arose. Actually, the thrill of being discovered cheating made it even better, I guess that's why neither of us had a steady partner all through college.
A few of our close friends knew or guessed that we were still fuck-buddies and used to tease us about it a little but none of them ever gave us away so the arrangement kind of stuck.
It wasn't until about six months later that anybody else got in between us again.
*
It was New Year's Eve, and we had a house-party to go to.
The guy who was throwing the party was called Phil. He was a year or so younger than us but he liked to think he was in with the older kids. Actually, some of his friends were kind of cool but to be honest, he was a bit of a creep, having insisted on a James Bond theme. Still a party was a party and we were intending to enjoy ourselves.
As usual, I did the honours with the driving, picking up my closest friends in my beat up hatch-back, we'd all clubbed together to buy a load of alcohol which I'd picked up in the car and none of us were intending to go home that night.
I picked up Liz first from her Mum's house. Liz and I had got pretty friendly over the last six months, we'd spent several nights over the summer flirting outrageously with each other in our many pub nights out as a group. As she climbed into the passenger seat I caught a whiff of her sweet perfume and remembered the warm night in a dark corner of a pub garden; away from the others; when we'd spent a lazy hour exploring each other's bodies. I recalled how she had pushed the front of her jeans hotly against my hardness but hadn't let me explore below her waist and definitely wasn't going south on me either which left we confused as to where we stood with each other.
She looked pretty hot tonight, despite her usual slightly tom-boyish appearance. She'd tied her hair back loosely and had obviously made some effort to apply some make-up, whilst otherwise completely ignoring the theme of the night. A tight jersey style pullover accentuated the small bulges of her breast which she usually made an effort to conceal and she'd put on a knee length skirt and ankle boots with what I assumed to be thick patterned tights and not the stockings that I secretly hoped they'd be.
"Wow!" I enthused in my usual transparent manner, "You look great!"
"Don't get any ideas," She smiled, inwardly enjoying the compliment, "It's not as if it's the first time I've worn a skirt you know."
I thought back and actually thought it probably was, certainly in front of any of her horny male friends.
In fact Liz was pretty stand-offish when it came to boys. I could remember her having only one boyfriend in all the time I knew her and I don't think that had really led anywhere.
"It's just nice to see a bit of leg actually", I said, grinning, enjoying the way the patterned material disappeared tantalisingly underneath her skirt.
Next I picked up Ben who; to my disappointment; took shotgun, leaving Liz in the back, and then on to Mollie's who took the final seat, snuggling up to Liz in the back.
As usual, Mollie looked amazing. She'd gone all out for the party theme in a short black evening dress which she filled in all the right places with her curves, a small shawl over her shoulders her only concession to the freezing cold night. She tottered out of the house on the highest heels I'd ever seen her wear, bottle of wine in one hand from which she took a swig, stumbling slightly as she walked.
"Hi-ya hot-stuff! Hi Ben. Nice suits guys!" She said as she wriggled herself into the back seat next to Liz, leaning forward to give Ben and I a kiss from the back seat and giving me a great view of her exquisite cleavage in the rear view mirror as she did so. Suddenly she squealed and giggled, turning round to face Liz who had just smacked her arse which must have been only inches from her face.
"Don't forget me you slapper." She said.
"How could I baby" She replied and planted an affectionate kiss right on the lips. I watched in the mirror as the kiss lingered slightly longer than expected. Mollie was already tipsy and was obviously determined to put on a good show. Mollie flopped back into her seat.
"Come on, this isn't a peep-show, let's get to the par-tay!"
I smiled at her in the mirror and pulled off.
*
The party wasn't a big affair but we were all in high spirits. The drink and coversation flowed as I spent my time watching Mollie flirting with most of the boys while keeping my eye on Liz, keen to resume our flirtation to see if she'd let me take things any further.
Ben was preoccupied as his new girlfriend had showed up; a mousey blonde called Ella; and had taken him off to a corner to make out while we all pretended not to be watching.
Suddenly I felt a soft, warm body pressing against my back.
"Are they turning you on?"
Mollie's hand squeezed my groin playfully making me choke on my beer.
"Shit! Not as much as you honey." I replied as Mollie smiled coquettishly.
"So, tell me how good I look."
"You look amazing" I said, turning around to give Mollie a long hard look. Her heels made her look taller and accentuated her slender legs, making her swing her hips a little more than usual as she walked, her figure-hugging dress, mid-thigh, showing plenty of her dusky-nylon covered legs. My gaze lingered on the hem of her dress.
"Give me a twirl." I said.
Mollie smirked. "You always were a legs and arse kind of guy."
"You know me, kinky all the way." I replied, stepping back to enjoy Mollie's turn on the spot, legs together, before sticking her bottom out slightly and bending forward to tease the hem of her dress a little further up her legs, revealing the tiniest bit of lace hem at the top of her thighs.
"Oops!" She smiled and turned back towards me, suddenly close, her arms round my neck. "Now you know my little secret."
I let my free hand move gently down her back, over her buttocks and down her thigh to where I could feel the unmistakeable shape of a suspender strap underneath the fabric of her dress.
"Nice!" I breathed into her ear. "Are they for me?"
"Nope." Mollie replied, pulling herself away suddenly,
"Those are definitely for me . . ." She continued, "Unless you play your cards right."
She arched her eyebrows and swayed off to the kitchen, my eyes following the curve of her buttocks as she left, a twinge in my groin telling me I had to get her out of that dress tonight.
I wasn't the only one who'd noticed Mollie's efforts that night though. As she left, I noticed Phil's eyes following her into the other room. At that moment though, Liz came in and plonked down onto the sofa, alone so I decided to take the opportunity to get her to myself.
Liz smiled as I settled down beside her and looked at the people drinking in the room.
"See anything you like?" I asked innocently.
"Hmm. Not sure. All these guys are so obvious." She replied thoughtfully.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You know, they're only ever interested in one thing."
"Getting in your pants?"
"Of course."
"What do you have against that?"
"Oh nothing." She said, looking me right in the eye. "I just wish they wouldn't be so predictable, you know, a girl needs to be romanced a little. I like a little excitement."
I stayed silent for a moment and looked at her face, quizzically.
