Molly moved away from the girls, putting space enough that she could not feel the heat of their skin at her back, or all too close to her front. The girls looked at each other perplexed. As if somehow her reaction had made her even more odd than they had already deemed her. One of the girls, Brownie One she thought settled down on the ground, and plucked a daisy. Idly she spun the stem around her finger, and then tucked it behind her ear.
Molly thought the girl would have been a picture of temptation had she even remotely been interested in women. She took a mental step back, and examined the girl for purely aesthetic reasons. Pert breasts, that were heavy enough to sag if this had been a normal world, pink nipples that pointed straight out, smooth white legs, that were bent in the style of the Indian. Grass met brown hair between her legs, and she thought she glimpsed a hint of pink, but more interesting than all of that were the pure angelic features of the girl, she looked like a porcelain doll, and her brown hair floated in waves around her covering one breast, and curling just above her belly button. Molly focused on the daisy in the girl's hair it was the perfect touch. Someone someday should paint that image. Just as it was. One of the other girls, Brownie Two she was certain moved, and broke Molly's focus. Brownie two sat down beside Brownie One, and added to the scene.
"Do you want to sit with us?" the second girl invited. Molly did not want to sit with them, but they seemed to expect her to accept, as they moved on to doing other things. Brownie two braided the hair of Brownie one, and Brownie One busily chained daisies.
Red all the while seemed to be watching something in the direction of the village, and her lip had poked out into a slight pout. An expression Molly had not seen in this world, and only in small children, and spoiled super models in real life. She glanced over following Red's gaze.
Molly thought the girl would have been a picture of temptation had she even remotely been interested in women. She took a mental step back, and examined the girl for purely aesthetic reasons. Pert breasts, that were heavy enough to sag if this had been a normal world, pink nipples that pointed straight out, smooth white legs, that were bent in the style of the Indian. Grass met brown hair between her legs, and she thought she glimpsed a hint of pink, but more interesting than all of that were the pure angelic features of the girl, she looked like a porcelain doll, and her brown hair floated in waves around her covering one breast, and curling just above her belly button. Molly focused on the daisy in the girl's hair it was the perfect touch. Someone someday should paint that image. Just as it was. One of the other girls, Brownie Two she was certain moved, and broke Molly's focus. Brownie two sat down beside Brownie One, and added to the scene.
"Do you want to sit with us?" the second girl invited. Molly did not want to sit with them, but they seemed to expect her to accept, as they moved on to doing other things. Brownie two braided the hair of Brownie one, and Brownie One busily chained daisies.
Red all the while seemed to be watching something in the direction of the village, and her lip had poked out into a slight pout. An expression Molly had not seen in this world, and only in small children, and spoiled super models in real life. She glanced over following Red's gaze.
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