Molly caught sight of a toe, and her mind struggled to make sense of the odd angle the toe was resting in on a very hairy leg. It took a few minutes, but then her mind accepted the image of a man lying tangled in the arms of a woman whose head was hidden by tall blades of grass. Molly took a step back, her hand at her mouth. She was completely and utterly at a loss in this world.
A moan reached her ears bringing with it a wave of uncomfortable heat. She was afraid to look at anything else. Too much intimacy, her brain protested furiously, she was going into overload. The man rolled too quickly for her to react, and Molly felt his skin brush against her calf. The woman had moved atop him. She was riding him, and the words “Save a horse ride a cowboy” suddenly took on new meaning for her.
The man looked up unabashed and smiled as he moved beneath the other woman. This woman didn’t seem interested in marking her claim before Molly she didn’t seem interested in anything but winning the little race she had started. The woman whimpered as she pounded against him, and the man’s eyes returned to his lover, as did his hands, which moved up her flat stomach to the two mounds of her breasts.
Molly felt utterly and completely bewildered. She stumbled backwards toward the door. She felt a building need of her own, and wondered what this place was. After fumbling with the door, she pushed it open with a rasping breath, and the last sound she heard from that world, was the rasping of the other woman, and a last shout of ecstasy.
The door closed with a soft click that ended the full echoing volley of sexual cries that had momentarily filled her dining room. Everything on her side of the door seemed the same… except, now Molly felt dirty. Or did she feel horny? The devilish thought that she might be even slightly turned on by the scenes she had been privy to bugged her. She didn’t want to feel erotic feelings in connection with other people’s sex lives. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to have feelings for her own.
Molly slid the key into the lock, and moved into the living room drained. Tucking her legs beneath her bum, she watched TV for awhile, like every other moderately innocent young woman would. She watched mindlessly entertained like half of America until she drifted to sleep.
A moan reached her ears bringing with it a wave of uncomfortable heat. She was afraid to look at anything else. Too much intimacy, her brain protested furiously, she was going into overload. The man rolled too quickly for her to react, and Molly felt his skin brush against her calf. The woman had moved atop him. She was riding him, and the words “Save a horse ride a cowboy” suddenly took on new meaning for her.
The man looked up unabashed and smiled as he moved beneath the other woman. This woman didn’t seem interested in marking her claim before Molly she didn’t seem interested in anything but winning the little race she had started. The woman whimpered as she pounded against him, and the man’s eyes returned to his lover, as did his hands, which moved up her flat stomach to the two mounds of her breasts.
Molly felt utterly and completely bewildered. She stumbled backwards toward the door. She felt a building need of her own, and wondered what this place was. After fumbling with the door, she pushed it open with a rasping breath, and the last sound she heard from that world, was the rasping of the other woman, and a last shout of ecstasy.
The door closed with a soft click that ended the full echoing volley of sexual cries that had momentarily filled her dining room. Everything on her side of the door seemed the same… except, now Molly felt dirty. Or did she feel horny? The devilish thought that she might be even slightly turned on by the scenes she had been privy to bugged her. She didn’t want to feel erotic feelings in connection with other people’s sex lives. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to have feelings for her own.
Molly slid the key into the lock, and moved into the living room drained. Tucking her legs beneath her bum, she watched TV for awhile, like every other moderately innocent young woman would. She watched mindlessly entertained like half of America until she drifted to sleep.
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