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“You already made me come once,” Finley said with a forced smile. “I’m okay for now. Maybe I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and be ready again.”
“Oh, okay,” she replied. “Um… Yeah. I’ll just… clean up a little and come back to bed. Then, you can have the bathroom if you want.”
“Okay,” Finley said. “Sounds good.”
Molly slipped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, where she turned on the faucet and tried to hold back her tears.
CHAPTER 25
Finley lay awake, staring up at Molly’s ceiling, with her arms behind her head on the pillow. It was after five in the morning, and she hadn’t yet fallen asleep. They’d gotten back from the bar early; it had only been around nine. And they’d gone straight to the bedroom, but their first time together had only lasted for maybe thirty or forty-five minutes. She hadn’t exactly been keeping track, but she knew it hadn’t lasted long. She also knew that Molly had faked it at least once. She tried to think of anything else now, but there it was, re-entering her brain. Finley had been a little distracted by the first orgasm. Her own had come on so quickly. Being pressed into Molly like that, having her clit rubbing against Molly’s had been more than enough to make her come, but it had been Molly’s sounds that had really taken her over the edge.
Now, she wondered if those were even real or if Molly had fakedtwoorgasms. She knew the second one wasn’t real. Molly wasn’t exactly an award-winning actress. After several minutes of stroking, Finley knew it wasn’t going anywhere, and she was prepared to do anything Molly needed to help, but Molly chose to fake it instead. When Finley rolled off of her, the thought of having Molly touch her in the moment wasn’t something she could handle. It was their first time. It was supposed to be perfect. Or, at least, close to it.
She had pressured her. That was all Finley could think of after deciding to push the sounds of Molly’s fake orgasm out of her mind. Finley had pressured her. They’d been talking about sex before they’d gone into the bar. Finley should have suggested they finish that conversation, that they wait until they were both ready, but she hadn’t. She’d gotten jealous of Ava, who had been laughing with Molly for a minute before she joined the group at the booth, invited by Molly, even though Molly and Finley were on a double date. Finley knew Molly had been there withher, but she still hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that Molly had recently gone out with the woman sitting across from them. She also knew she had no right to be jealous when Molly had watched her date India on and off for years, and they’d been an actual couple and had done all the couple things. Molly and Ava hadn’t even kissed on their date. She’d been stupid to let the jealousy get to her and to make it more about her claiming Molly at the bar than just being with her, comfortable in the fact that Molly had chosen her, not Ava. She shouldn’t have touched Molly in the bar. She shouldn’t have taken her back to her place and pressed her against the door. Finley knew Molly wasn’t present then. Why hadn’t she stopped them? Why hadn’t she told Molly that they should finish their conversation?
“You’re awake?”
Finley looked over and saw Molly lying on her side with her eyes open, staring at her.
“Did I wake you?”
“No, I just woke up,” Molly replied in a sleepy voice that Finley loved.
“Go back to sleep. I was just thirsty, so I wanted to get a drink. I’ll be right back.”
Finley wasn’t thirsty, but it was a good excuse for being awake. She couldn’t tell Molly the real reason she was still up.
“Okay,” Molly said, sounding like she didn’t quite believe her.
Finley pushed the blanket away and stood up naked in Molly’s room, turning to her to give her a small smile before she walked out of the room and into the kitchen. She took her time filling a glass she had found in a cabinet with water and drank it down before refilling it and taking it to the bedroom with her. Molly’s eyes were closed when she returned, but Finley wasn’t sure if she was asleep already or not. She placed her glass on the table by the bed and walked into the bathroom. Having closed the door quietly, she didn’t know what to do with herself now. She didn’t have to pee, but she didn’t know how to keep lying in the bed, thinking about how she’d ruined their first time together, and what it might mean for their second time if they got one.
Would Molly give her a second chance? Was she upset? Did she regret that they had taken this step tonight? Was this the end for them? They’d been picking out raincoats and toys for a new puppy earlier that night, and now, she was staring into Molly’s mirror, thinking about howMollyhad come out of this bathroom earlier, and it looked like she’d been crying. Finley covered her eyes with her hands and shook her head. What had she done to them?
“Fin?”
Finley dropped her hands and said, “Yeah?”
“Are you okay?” Molly asked through the closed door.
“Yes. I just…” She turned around where she stood. “I was going to take a shower since I was up. Will that bother you?”
“No,” Molly said. “Can I come in?”
“Oh, sure,” she replied, and took a step away from the counter toward the bathtub as the door opened. “Sorry if I woke you again. I had to pee.”
There was her second lie of the morning, and it wasn’t even six yet.
“It’s okay,” Molly said. “Are you always up this early, though? That might be a problem. It’s the weekend, Finley.”
Finley had to swallow hard because Molly hadn’t gotten dressed yet, either, and while her arms were crossed over her breasts, how they had been last night, Finley still had a pretty perfect view.
“Not usually, no,” she said and bent over to start the water. “I think I was thirsty, and then I had to pee, and that woke me up.”
“Oh,” Molly uttered. “I’m naked right now, aren’t I?”
She looked down at herself.
Finley laughed a little and asked, “Did you just now realize that?”
