Molly opened the door and almost instantly Doug swallowed his tongue. He felt dumber than dumb about it; this was still the same Molly McRandall he'd gone to school with since he was in kindergarten and she was a swaggering second-grader, the same Molly McRandall whose family had lived right next door to his for as long as he could remember. College hadn't changed her that much, even if she dressed in shorter skirts that showed off her long, curvy legs and she'd traded in the old baggy sweaters she used to wear for clingy turtlenecks that emphasized her lush, heavy breasts. She was his best friend Molly who used to hang out in his basement and play video games because her brothers and sisters always hogged the console.
Only she wasn't. "Come on in!" she said brightly, ushering Doug into her house and gesturing to the floor by the door. "Just put your stuff on the floor, Mom and Dad took the dog with them when they went to Wichita for the weekend. You don't have to worry about Rascal chewing up your pants, I promise." Doug chuckled weakly, but inside he couldn't stop probing at the subtle, inchoate tension that had developed between the two of them ever since she'd come back from her freshman year at Wayne State. It preoccupied him so badly that his fingers fumbled and shook the whole time he was unbuckling his trousers, and he had to put a hand out to steady himself against the wall when he stepped out of his boxer shorts.
Molly kicked the pile of clothing out of the way of the door, and took his hand. Doug tried not to gasp at the erotic charge that passed between them when her warm, soft skin touched his. "Come on, let's go down to the basement. It took me nineteen years to get the TV to myself, I'm not going to waste it." She tugged on his arm, leading him through the kitchen and around to the stairs that led to the McRandall family's worn, comfortable, ever so slightly musty basement. It felt weird to be alone down there; back when they were kids, there was always a crowd down in the rec room. But Kelly got married back when Molly was still in junior high, and Bob was deployed in the South Pacific for the next two years. Kevin was living in Thief River Falls, Ryan had settled down in Kansas City, and even Molly was only home for the summers now. It was just the two of them. Alone. Together.
Was that the problem? Doug found himself distracted by the question once again as he sat down on the couch and rested his hand gently on his stiff cock. Maybe it was. Maybe he'd had these feelings for Molly for years now, and he'd just never had the chance to think about them because they were always so heavily chaperoned--no, not even chaperoned. Just crowded. Doug's older brother shared a bedroom with him until just last month, and his parents were always in and out of the living room whenever they had friends over. The McRandalls had five kids crammed into a four bedroom house. And forget about school functions--even when they got to high school and started sharing classes, there was no way they were going to get any real time alone there. Sometimes it seemed like the education system served no purpose other than to prevent teenagers from making out.
Oh shit. Were they going to make out? Doug squirmed a little, his cock twitching between his fingers as he wondered exactly what he would say if Molly told him she wanted to kiss him. Not because he didn't want to kiss her back, but because he wasn't sure if he'd be able to find a way to force that 'yes' past the lump in his throat. Thankfully, she hadn't noticed just how quiet he was; she was too busy digging through the family's video game collection to find something they could play together. "Mind if I go with Rez again?" she asked, seemingly oblivious to his case of nerves. "I know it's single-player, but I've just been going crazy for it lately." He nodded, still unable to trust his voice.
Molly booted up the family's antique Dreamcast, resting her hand lightly on his bare thigh as she waited for the game to load. "I was playing this on an emulator back in the dorms," she burbled cheerfully, her fingertips lightly tickling his aching balls as she spoke. "But there's really no substitute for playing it on the original machine, is there?" Doug shook his head, feeling the heat prickle on his chubby cheeks and hoping his blush wasn't too obvious. The room felt warm despite the air conditioning, and Doug wished he could take his shirt off or something. But that might seem really forward. Doug didn't want to just assume that she was into him the same way he was into her. They'd been friends for years. Hanging out like this was supposed to be normal.
But it didn't feel that way anymore. Molly came home from college with an almost preternatural self-possession that made her seem grown-up in a way that she absolutely wasn't when she went off to school last fall. And Doug was... well, he was noticing that. She didn't look like the chubby, nerdy Molly with the big glasses and the pigtails anymore, she looked like a sexy, curvy, auburn-haired babe with amazing--Doug swallowed hard, unable to control a gush of precum that dribbled onto his fingers and made his cock slick and throbby in his hand. With an impressive chest, he carefully phrased it. Even in the privacy of his own head, he didn't want to turn Molly into just some sex object.
