Molly's Key by KatieWroteIt MA

Molly watched a group of people move toward the hill, and they seemed to be coming toward the girls on the hill. Molly noticed that these people too were void of clothing, and no less beautiful than anything else in the world. Molly could hear the buzz of voices several moments before they reached the crest, and she had a moment's thought that she should run back to the path she had left. She was still debating it when the second group joined the first. She caught snippets of conversation from the group, although everyone seemed to be talking at once, she wondered who was listening.” Her, the girl from the other place." "The one he's been looking for" "she's just like..." "What’s on her body?" "She looks a bit off" "surely not her..." "Couldn’t be" Molly let her arms fall, forgetting for a moment to guard her carnal treasure in her interest. All at once the people quieted, as if they had noticed that she had seen them, although surely they had known she had seen them before. The people looked expectantly at her, and she looked just as expectantly at them. After a moment Red performed the introductions very sullenly. "This is Molly."
Molly wondered at Red's change in attitude for s moment, but then the entire group exploded as people's names were exchanged, and many hands attached to many nude bodies reached for her hand. She wanted to reject those hands that wanted to touch hers, but it seemed so extremely rude in this place where touching people was the norm no matter what the state of dress. In fact, in this place it seemed distinctly odd to have on clothes. Molly looked to Red, and felt uncomfortable at the expression she had, it spoke of bitterness, and remorse. Apparently Red had wanted to keep Molly just to the three of them, and Molly knew for certain that She had not wanted that.
Molly felt herself being drawn down toward the village, and she heard suggestions that she stay with so and so, whose house is such and such. Really, she was too busy trying not to brush against penises and breasts to really take in what the villagers were saying. She noticed as they neared the quaint little town that it was actually very provincial, but also well kept. She was taken to the largest house, which was quite small by American standards, and she was led into a large room, with one long padded landing that she assumed was a bed, but that could have fit over half the people that had come to the top of the hill. She noticed that Red and the Brownies had remained at the top of the hill, or perhaps returned home, no matter, they were not with her when she entered the house.