Molly decided to go to the left, maybe giggling people were more on her level than the sex crazed bunch she had first encountered. Shifting to her left leg, she turned, and began to march in that direction.
The path had had a calming affect. Now she was thinking analytically about what had happened. First that had been a door, and then strange people having sex. Besides the fact that the whole door thing had been odd, and the fact that this place had a good happy lighthearted –if promiscuous feel to it, she kind of liked it. It almost felt as if she was on the proverbial path to her destiny.
The giggling grew louder as she walked, and Molly wondered what kind of people she was about to meet. She began to hum softly to herself, the theme to the Flintstones. The giggling grew shrill as Molly continued along the path.
Suddenly, a young woman with red hair came streaking past Molly. The girl’s breasts swung with her movements. Pert pink nipples poked out and up. As the girl ran, Molly noticed there was red between the girl’s legs as well. Her pervy real world friends might say the carpet matched the drapes, or was it curtains? Molly shook her head and looked discreetly away.
Another woman emerged from the undergrowth, giggling, and running as well. This one had chestnut brown hair, and she was in such a hurry that she didn’t even see Molly until she tripped over her. They landed in a pile of female flesh, and those clothes Molly were beginning to think of as excess. The woman’s brown eyes matched her hair, and the light filtering through the trees reflected the startled expression there.
“Hey, wait up!” a girl squealed, and a third girl came stumbling from the undergrowth, all naked and young and as lovely as the rest.
Molly backed away from the girl on top of her, trying to put some space between them. She felt flushed not for the first time, and wondered why the other girl wasn’t trying as hard to get up. The girl seemed satisfied to lay sprawled on Molly.
Red came back, breathing hard from her jaunty little run. “What happened?” she asked, squatting down to look at Brownie one’s face. Molly gasped and turned her face away from the parts suddenly displayed a foot away from her face.
“I fell on this girl.” Brownie one answered moving back to a sitting position. Her nipples were less pink than Red’s, but her body seemed just as lithe.
Brownie two pulled up Brownie one. Molly didn’t wait for assistance, but pulled herself up. Red smiled at her, and nodded. Something in her expression suggested that Molly was a weirdo. Molly mutely shook her head. At this point, she simply had no words.
“It’ll be dark soon,” Red smiled looking at a sky that hadn’t changed.
“Let’s go.” Brownie two cried and tagging Red in the shoulder, the three ran off again.
Molly didn’t want to be with those chickees much longer anyway. She turned and continued on the path. What she found surprised her. A few feet away, was a door matching the one she had first come upon. Carefully she peeped through, and saw her house back on the other side, a view of her sofa, and television. Everything was as she had left it. Opening the door she went in, returning to her normal boring life.