I burst through the open door to see Stu quickly back off Tiffany. Her semi naked body under his. Lipstick all over his face and neck. She sat up and ran a hand through her hair.

"M...Molly what...I thought you were off at George's..." She stuttered.

"What the hell is this!?" I yelled angrily. Stu pulled his jeans on and ran a hand through his hair frantically.

"Molly I can explain.."

"Explain what!? How could you do this to me?? I...I didn't think you were that type of man.." I felt tears of anger welling up in my eyes. "I was wrong."

"Molly wait!" I heard them yell as I ran off. My heels making my feet sore. I bumped into a few people, making my way outside. I felt tired. My chest hurt. It was like seeing Peter all over again. I trusted him. I let my guard down. I'm a fool.

The skies were dark. Almost black exept for the purple hint of clouds that would soon form a storm.

As I slowed my run, I threw my heels off and made my way barefoot to George's. I noticed the light up in his room on. The neighborhood silent except for my sniffles. The lights in my old home all on. I stopped at the front door and thought for a few seconds. Instead, I headed for the Harrisons.
...

It was empty inside except for the sound of a guitar upstairs. I wiped my eyes and walked up, slowly knocking. My feet felt numb at this point.

"Mum I told you I'm old enough to be 'ere alone!"

I opened to see him on the messy floor with guitar in lap. Munching on cookies with a sheet of music in front of him. His hair was now disheveled. It's been awhile seeing him this way. So familiar. He looked at me.

"Oh Molly. I...Hello." he smiled. I gave a small smile.

"Mom still don't trust you?"

"Not one bit. Molly wha...you've been crying."

"No I haven't."

"I know when you've been crying Moll. Your nose turns pink and you 'ave nothin to say."

I sat on his bed set my purse down. He offered me a cookie and I took one.

"Molly?" He waited. I sighed.

"Stuart. He...He went out on me."

"With who? Stuart are you sure??"

I nodded. "I'm positive. I just can't understand why??" I laid back and cried. He set his guitar down and sat beside me, holding my hand.

"I'm sorry Molly. With who??"

"Tiffany."

His eyes widened a bit then calmly looked at his lap. "I...I don't know what to say."
"There's nothing to say George. Why now?? I thought we were so perfect! I mean...he's different than other guys."

"Has he been acting off lately? I mean...anything off since...you know." He trailed off.

"Since Peter's shown up?" I finished. "I don't know George. He's off at practice a lot lately..he's stopped with his art...his mind is always elsewhere and he's really gotten into this Rock 'N Roll thing. I just...it's what I wanted and now...I don't know if I do anymore. I want my old Stu back. It's no wonder I mean all those girls who hang around after each gig and the energy and hormones. Men are pigs all the same..." I looked at him. "I'm sorry."

"No you're pretty right on that. Molly, you're a beautiful girl. Any bloke would be lucky to call you theirs." He gave a reassuring smile.

"Thanks George but...I don't know what to do."

"C'mon Moll. You were once the bird who loved no attatchments. You loved the lifestyle and the wild behaviour. You would go on and on about the many blokes you shagged after gigs who you knew had girls. Now...you're on the other side."

I looked at him. "Yeah and it sucks."

He laughed and trailed his fingers up and down my arm. "I'm just sayin...if it's goin to be this way now...why should you complain about somethin you're so familiar with?"

"Familiar huh?"

He nodded.

I don't know what came over me next. Maybe it was guilt, desire or revenge. But in that instant I sat up and leaned in, kissing him roughly. He took my face in his hands and kissed back eagerly. I sat up on my knees and broke our kiss to life my shirt off over my head. He stared at my breasts in my bra and was in even more awe as I unclasped, tossing it on his guitar.

"W..Wow Molly I..."

"Touch me George. Make love to me." I breathed, kissing him again. He kissed again but this time, his hands groped and squeezed my breasts. Our lips smacked louder the more we lost breath. I unbuttoned his shirt and let him shrug out of it. My nails softly dragging down his chest.

"George...is this your first time?" I asked. He looked into my eyes and nodded. I ran my fingers through his hair. "Are you okay with this?"

"I've always wanted it this way." He whispered.

"We'll take it slow then." I smiled and leaned down, kissing him softly.
..

I moaned louder, turning my head on his pillows and enoying his deep thrusts. His fingers linked with mine. My body pinned down by his. He was between my legs, giving me his all while I allowed him to please me further.

"George...Oh my god." I arched my back in the air and opened my mouth to scream but found my voice at a loss. A burst of pleasure exploded all over. My body tingled from head to toe. His body reacting to mine.

He slowed down and eased his thrusting, finally coming to a stop. I laid perfectly still, enjoying his body on mine. His head resting on my shoulder. We must have looked incredibly sweaty. My legs still around his waist. Still connected. Our fingers linked. I stared at the ceiling as he spoke.

"Molly?"

"Yes?"

"What's goin to happen with you and Stuart?...what's goin to 'appen with us?"

I thought for awhile. What was going to happen? If...when I go back what will we even say? What will happen to my friendship with Tiffany? My marriage to Stuart? What about George and I? I used him to get rid of the pain. A part of me wanted this. A part of me lined with guilt. Not guilt because of Stuart. Guilt at the fact I used my bestfriend.

"We can't tell anyone." I spoke.

He nodded. "I understand. I love you Molly."

"I love you too George."

He kissed my collar bone and met my eyes. "I won't feel bad."

"What d'you mean?"

"When you go back to Stuart. I know you will. I don't 'ave much to lose but...you 'ave a marriage. A flat. A friendship. If you forgive em I...I won't feel bad. I'll still be 'ere. I always will."

My heart broke at that moment. He knew my every thought. We were closer than ever now and I had to turn my back on him.

I stroked the side of his face. "I'm not going back tonight. I'm staying here with you."

He nodded. "Good. Maybe as you're 'ere, you can rekindle things with your parents....your little sister. She's cute."

"You've seen her?"

"Almost every weekend." He smiled. I leaned up and pecked his lips.

"You wanna shower together?"
...

After our warm shower, I couldn't help smiling as I sat on his bed again. It was still unmade and warm from our activities. George walked in and blushed at the sight of me in my underwear and bra. He was in his typical pjs.

"I told mum you were stayin. I told her what 'appened and she said it was okay. It's snowin out. Maybe you should wait to see your parents tomorrow?"

"I think its best. I'm tired anyways. Crying always wears me out." I yawned. He chuckled.

"Just crying?"

I giggled and put on one of his shirts. For him being a few years younger, it sure fit me long.

"Don't be cocky."

"I can't help it." He pulled the blankets back and laid down, patting the spot beside him. I followed and snuggled in his arms. Back to the beginning. Back to how I started. In his embrace. A night of tears. But now, closer than ever.
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