Fun at the Pool.

THUNK

THUNK

THUNK

"What is that?" wondered Arthur as he put down his book and got out of bed. Something kept hitting his bedroom window. He walked over to it and opened it up.

THUNK

"Owch!" yelped Arthur as a rock hit him in the face. He heard a voice from down below shout sorry. Rubbing his face, he looked out the window at his impatient visitor.

"You all right Art? You aren't crying or nothing right?" questioned Molly, standing in the yard with a few more rocks in her hands. She looked like she was trying to hold back laughter.

"Hmph, I'm fine. It didn't hurt at all!" Arthur shouted down to her after quickly removing his hand from his still stinging cheek. "What do you want?"

"What do you think I want, Dweeb? Come hang out with me," Molly replied, dropping her rocks back onto the yard and dusting off her hands.

"...Alright, I'll be down in a minute," said Arthur as he closed his window and put on a pair of shoes. He opened his door and went downstairs. As he approached the front door, his mother called to him.

"Arthur, where are you going?" asked Mrs. Aardvark from the kitchen. Arthur silently wondered how she knew he was there.

"Uhm, I'm going out to play with Buster, mom," he replied.

"Alright. Be home by dinnertime Arthur," said Mrs. Aardvark. Arthur promised he would and then quickly walked out the front door. Molly was waiting for him on the sidewalk.

"Hurry up Art, I've got something to show you," she said, setting off for her house without waiting for Arthur to catch up.

"Hold on, I'm coming!" huffed Arthur as he jogged after her. When he caught up with her, she smiled at him and the two walked side by side toward her house. They walked silently, without holding eachother's hands. A hundred thoughts were racing through Arthur's head, mostly about the events of the night prior. After he rescued her from the pool and resuscitated her, Molly dried herself off and asked Arthur to leave. She didn't offer any explanation, she just handed him a towel and then went into her house. Arthur silently dried off and redressed and then went home. He couldn't figure out her behavior, but he was very relieved that she was acting normal now.

"-ey, you there?" said Molly, waving a hand in front of Arthur's face.

"Huh, what?" said Arthur?

"You zoned out for a minute there," Molly informed a now embarassed Arthur. "Weirdo. Anyway, we're here. C'mon inside." Arthur realized that they'd already reached Molly's house. Molly opened the front door of her house and let him in, before turning around and locking it. Arthur had never been in Molly's house before, and he wandered around her living room for a moment checking out the bookshelves and tv before Molly walked up and grabbed him by the front of the shirt.

"C'mon Art, lemme give you the grand tour," she said while grinning. Molly proceeded to lead Arthur around the house like that, first showing him the rest of the living room, then the den, then the kitchen, and then her bedroom, which had been converted from the house's basement.

"Wow, your room is... neat," said Arthur. Molly released him and he walked around. Her room was large and full of stuff, but strangely tidy. A few throw rugs decorated the floor, there was a bookcase stacked with books dominating the corner, and there were stereos and amplifiers lining the walls. Instead of a bed, it appeared that she slept on an extravagent-looking white couch, and next to that was a blue bean-bag chair, and scattered around the floor were simple throw pillows. Arthur was surprised at how cool Molly's room was compared to his own plain wooden bedroom, but thought that her room still had a strangely feminine feel to it. He liked the place.

"Here, this is what I wanted to show you," said Molly, retrieving a guitar, a red vintage Gibson Futura, from the corner of her room. She motioned for Arthur to sit on the bean-bag chair while she hooked it up to an amplifier. After that, she sat down and began tuning her guitar. "I wanted to play something for you," she said sweetly after she finished. "Any requests?" Arthur scratched his chin and thought for a moment before he realized exactly what he wanted.

"I'm a huge Krill Collins fan! Could you play 'In the Air Tonight' for me? I love that song!" blurted out Arthur. Molly was a bit taken aback.

"Krill Collins? But he's so lame! And 'In the Air Tonight' is a drums-heavy song, there aren't that many riffs," snorted Molly.

"Oh, all right. I guess I'll pick a different one," replied a very dejected Arthur. "Let's see, what else..."

"I'm just screwing with ya, Art. I'll play your crappy Collins song," said Molly while grinning devilishly. Without waiting for Arthur to reply, she began performing her rendition of 'In the Air Tonight,' replacing the drum bits with extended solos and heavy riffs. By the time she finished, Arthur's eyes were watering with joy at the awesomeness of her performance. He clapped loudly while Molly bowed, her face slightly tinged red.

"Gosh Molly, that was fantastic! You could give Eddy Van Whalen lessons with playing that good!" gushed Arthur, perhaps exaggerating a little.

"Settle down spaz, I know how great I am. All it takes is a little practice you know," Molly responded, very pleased with herself. "Guitar isn't the only instrument I can play, I can play the drums, the keyboard, the violin, the-"

"You can play the violin too?" asked Arthur eagerly.

"Hmm? Of course I can!" boasted Molly. She took her guitar and placed it back in the corner before strolling to her closet and retrieving a small brown violin and a matching bow. She closed the closet and stood in front of Arthur before resting the chinrest of the violin against her... well, chin. Molly began tuning it and, after she finished, looked at Arthur. "Any more requests?" she asked slyly.

"Of course! Can you play 'We Belong' by Mariah Dairy? I love that son-" Arthur tried to say before Molly smacked him in the head with her bow.

"You idiot, that was just a cover of a Cat Benatar song!" Molly growled at him. Needless to say, Molly wasn't the biggest Mariah Dairy fan.

"Okay, I'm sorry," grumbled a pouting Arthur, rubbing his stinging head. "Play whatever version you want to play." Molly began playing a violin-based cover of 'We Belong,' missing hardly any notes. But three-quarters of the way through the song, she suddenly spasmed and dropped her bow.

"Ah, geez!" exclaimed Molly before quickly setting her violin down. Arthur went white.

"Molly, what's wrong?!" he shouted as he rushed up to help her.

"Nothing, settle down," Molly said while attempting to clutch her back. "I just got a cramp behind my shoulder. I forgot that happened whenever I played violin..." Arthur, though relieved that it was only a cramp, still felt guilty since he was the one who asked Molly to play.

"Is there any way I can help?" asked Arthur.

"Sure, just sit back down on the bean-bag chair." Arthur did as he was told. Molly backed up and sat on the floor between his legs. "Here," she said, presenting her back to Arthur. "Give me a massage." Arthur gulped.

"How do I do that?" he asked naively.

"Just take your hands and rub my shoulders, alright?" replied to growingly impatiant Molly. Still, Arthur did as he was told and started rubbing Molly's shoulders. "Ooh, that's good," she purred. "A little lower, try to get right under my shoulder blade," she commanded. Arthur responded in earnest, digging his fingers into her back as Molly cooed. "A little more to the left," she told Arthur. He responded, but was having trouble digging into the spot she indicated.

"Molly, there's something under your shirt, it's blocking my hand," Arthur innocently informed her. Molly turned her head and looked at Arthur's face before turning back and then slowly lifting up her shirt. She lifted it over her head and tossed her shirt onto the ground beside her. And with a grunt, she reached behind herself and undid her bra, a lacy black number, tossing it on top of her discarded shirt and leaving her naked back exposed to Arthur. Arthur gulped again before placing his hands on Molly's smooth, bare skin and he began rubbing her some more.

"Ooooh! That feels much better!" said Molly, encouraging Arthur. He used one hand to dig into Molly's shoulderblade where she indicated the cramp was, and the other to rub along the red line that Molly's bra-strap had dug into her back. Molly purred more from Arthur's gentle ministrations until shortly after, she gave a small gasp and her back untensed. "Ah, there you go," Molly said, sighing softly. "You worked it out that little kink easily. Who'dve thought that Artie had such magic fingers?" she mused. Still, she turned around and gave Arthur a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks Art."

"Oh, don't mention it, Molly," said Arthur.

"Wait, you didn't think this was over, did you?" asked Molly impishly.

"Huh? What do you-" he tried to say, but was interrupted when Molly sat in his lap, straddling him. She craned her head down and kissed him on the lips this time, and held it. She wrapped her arms around Arthur before slowly breaking her kiss. She then leaned in close to Arthur's ear and whispered;

"I mean it. Thanks for everything Arthur." She released him from her arms and she pulled her head back from Arthur's ear, revealing a slightly somber expression, which she quickly changed to a devilish grin as she raised her bare chest up to the height of Arthur's head. "You still have to massage the front, loverboy." Molly's breasts encompassed all of Arthur's vision, and he relished the view before slowly raising his hands up to grasp her soft tits, feeling the white flesh between his fingers and watching the perky rose-colored nipples which stood pointed directly ahead. "Ah," a slight moan escaped Molly's lips at the sensation. Arthur softly squeezed her boobs, and then slowly began kneading them together, eliciting small gasps from Molly's mouth. "Arthur... my nipples... you have to rub them too," commanded Molly between gasps. Arthur rolled over both nipples with his thumbs and began playing with them, squeezing them between his fingers, and softly flicking them. "More!" ordered Molly. Arthur thought for a moment and remembered how Molly had used her tongue to lick his cock the night before. He stuck his tongue out and poked one of Molly's nipples with it, and the result was spectacular. Molly's body jolted and she felt as if she was struck by lightning. Arthur continued, attacking Molly's nipple with his tongue over and over again before suddenly switching to perform the same actions on the other nipple. Molly shook as nerves danced through her chest and moans eagerly escaped her throat. Suddenly and without warning, she grasped Arthurs head and pushed it away from her nipples. Arthur stared at her with a confused expression while she caught her breath. "Whew," she finally managed. "You're a lot better than I thought you'd be. You almost made me come!" Arthur blinked and smiled, more than a little proud of himself.

"So why did you stop me?" he asked. Molly gathered her strength and pushed herself off of Arthur and spread out on the floor.

"Because there's one place you still haven't massaged yet," said Molly, pointing to her crotch as a very unsubtle hint. Arthur received the message and rose out of the very comfortable bean-bag chair, and dropped to his knees between Molly's legs. Almost hypnotically, he undid her belt-buckle, and then unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. He moved over to her side and Molly lifted her butt off the ground as Arthur grabbed the hem of Molly's jeans and pulled them down and off her body, exposing her smooth, pale white legs and her black lacy panties. After placing Molly's pants off to the side, Arthur reached for her panties before Molly lightly smacked his hand. "Uh-uh," she said, shaking her head. "You have to use your teeth. With your eyes closed." Arthur blinked in surprise, but without saying anything he followed her orders. Arthur moved back between Molly's legs and lowered his face down to her panties before lightly grasping the hem with his teeth. He then closed his eyes and carefully pulled at the panties until they started to slide from between her legs, then down her thighs, then calves, and finally off her toes. Arthur felt around for the clothes pile and dropped the panties onto it. "Good boy," said Molly. "You can open your eyes now." Arthur opened his eyes and looked at Molly's naked body. Her fale white skin, now fully exposed to the air, looked almost angelic to him. He stared at her lovely face, now holding a very content expression, then lowered his eyes to her breasts, heaving up and down with Molly's breathing. And then he lowered his eyes to the light pink slit that laid between her legs. Without hesitation, Arthur moved in for a closer look, sliding onto the floor between Molly's legs and holding his head up between her thighs. He looked it up and down, the heady aroma of Molly's sex infiltrated Arthur's nose, provoking primal reactions in his body. Without warning, Molly slid her hand between her legs and spread her pussy open for Arthur. Arthur's eyes went wide at the mysteriously intoxicating organ that sat in front of him.

"Well?" said Molly. "Go on then. Finish your massage, Art." Arthur didn't bother using his hands first, this time he dove straight in with his tongue. He lapped at the sides of Molly's pussy, swirling his tongue around her sensitive folds. Molly didn't hold back her moans this time, and they began flowing freely from her lips. Arthur continued his ministrations, playfully flicking his tongue up and down Molly's slit until his tongue accidently came in contact with a small, round part sticking out near the top of Molly's vulva. When he touched it, he felt her body shake harder than it ever had before. He cornered the little bauble, lapping at it with his tongue and pushing it from side to side as Molly shrieked out heavy moans, until Arthur pursed his lips around Molly's clit and softly sucked on it.

"AH~!" groaned Molly as she was brought over the edge. Her body was rocked with spasms for several seconds as her orgasm coursed through her, before finally subsiding as her moans gave way to gasps, and then to simple heavy breathing. Arthur raised off the ground and looked into her glazed eyes for a moment before kissing her on the cheek. Slowly, Molly came back to her senses and sat up. She reached up a hand and patted Arthur on the head. "Good boy, Art. You're a regular master at this, you know? I'll have to get you to do this more often."

"Thanks Molly," he replied.

"I think you deserve a prize," said Molly playfully. "Lift your arms above your head." Arthur did so and Molly lifted his shirt over his head, and then tossed it over onto the clothes piles. She told him to stand up and then likewise stripped off his pants and socks, leaving Arthur wearing only his boxers, his hard-on straining against the fabric. Feeling merciful, Molly quickly yanked down Arthur's boxers, releasing his cock. She admired it for a moment, swearing that it was bigger now than it was last night, before she grasped it with her hand and used it as a handle to slowly pull Arthur over to the couch. She then let go and pounced onto the couch, laying down with its soft cushions against her back, with her legs spread slightly.

"You know how to have sex, right?" she asked Arthur playfully.

"O-of course! All I have to do is insert my penis into your vagina," said Arthur, reciting the textbook definition.

"Great, now go for it," said Molly smiling. Arthur nervously climbed up onto the couch between Molly's legs and poked her pussy with his dick. He did this again, and one more time, confusion building on his face.

"Umm, where does it go in?" asked Arthur sheepishly. Molly gave a mock-disappointed sigh and reached her hand to Arthur's cock, guiding it to her entrance. The head of Arthur's cock now rested in a small hollow near the bottom of Molly's slit.

"Now push," Molly commanded firmly. And so Arthur did, his cock slowly starting to slide into Molly's vagina. Arthur placed his hands on Molly's hips and, using this new leverage, slid his dick up to the base inside Molly.

"AH!" cried Molly, blinking quickly to hold back tears. That hurt a lot more than I figured it would, thought Molly. She quickly threw up her hands to motion for Arthur to stop, to which obediantly complied. Once she regained her composure, she opened her eyes and looked at the point where they were both connected. She was in awe over how Arthur managed to fit inside her, but she was more surprised that there wasn't any blood. Didn't girls always bleed a little when they lost their virginity? Oh well, she thought, and chalked it up to good luck.

"Alright, I'm fine now. Keep going Art," said Molly. No sooner were the words out of her mouth that Arthur began quickly thrusting in and out of her. His hands squeezed her soft hips as he rammed his dick deep into Molly's tight pussy over and over again. It felt like bolts of electricity were snaking through their bodies from the sensations they were giving eachother. Molly moaned as her body was rocked back and forth while a series of tiny gasps issued from Arthur's mouth. They both panted as their slick bodies squeezed pleasure out of eachother. It didn't take long for them to approach orgasm. When he felt it coming, Arthur switched his hands from holding onto Molly's hips to holding onto her shoulders, and used the extra leverage to thrust even harder into her. When she felt it coming, Molly stretched out her legs and wrapped them around Arthur's ass, letting his cock strike even deeper into her.

"AH~!" they both cryed out as they reached near simultaneous orgasm. Molly's body was wracked with orgasmic spasms and her pussy wrapped tighter around Arthur's solid cock, which released a torrent of seed as Arthur pumped into Molly a few last times, before collapsing in a sweaty, exhausted heap on top of her. Once she regained her breath, Molly wrapped her arms around Arthur and somehow spun them both around so that now Arthur was on the bottom and Molly was laying on top of him. Molly buried her face into Arthur's neck, and slowly, they both fell asleep.

...........

"Yeah mom. Buster's mom is fine with me spending the night. Sorry for missing dinner," said Arthur on the phone. "It's alright, I've already eaten. Uh-huh. I'll be sure to take a shower. Alright. Love you too. Bye." Arthur hung up the phone, left it on the receiver for a moment, and then picked it up and dialed Buster's house.

"Hey Buster. Oh, nothing much. Listen, can you do me a favor? I told my mom that I'm spending the night over at your house, so if she calls and asks to talk to me, tell her I'm in the bathroom or something. Well, it's complicated. Let's say I have this friend, right? And he meets this girl and....

..........

Molly intently listened to the conversation Arthur was having on the phone. She had to do this quickly while he was distracted to avoid suspicion. Molly turned on her digital camera and scrolled through her recent pics. There they were, plain as day: three pictures of Arthur with his eyes closed, walking on all fours, with a pair of panties hanging out of his mouth. She almost squealed with glee as she quickly took the flash drive out of her camera and jammed it into her wallet. This is almost too easy, she thought.

Everything is happening exactly as I planned.



The End.



Author's Comments:

This chapter focused less on general /co/ themes and more on music based jokes. Having Arthur blurt out that he was a huge Phil Collins (or Krill Collins, as it were) fan was a real stroke of genius for me, I could definately imagine dorky old Arthur being a Phil Collins fanboy, listening with wide eyes as Phil crooned out his own brand of cheesy '80s pop-rock. I followed this up by having Arthur suggest another poppy '80s song that was a favorite of his, "We Belong," though I figured it'd be funnier if he liked the song but didn't know who the original singer of it was. As far as Molly's defense of Miss Cat Benatar, this stemmed not from Molly liking her music, but rather Molly being a fan of her fashion. If you check the music video for We Belong, you'll find Miss Benatar wearing a red pageboy haircut like our dear Molly, albeit that Benatar's is a little less shaggy. The song "In the Air Tonight" of course was chosen from Phil's discography instead of his stupider, poppier hits like "Susudio" because one of the themes in "In the Air Tonight" is the narrator witnessing someone drown, allowing for an easy parallel between this chapter and the ending for chapter one. The difference of course between Arthur and the narrator of "In the Air Tonight" is that the narrator of the latter would not help an unnamed person if he saw them drowning, whereas Arthur did, illustrating some of Arthur's growth away from outside influences and more decisive in his own personality.



Of course, as we've seen in this chapter, his development is both induced and stunted by the ever-corruptable Molly. The removal of clothes remains a point of symbolism in this chapter as well. Molly takes charge of her own body by taking off her shirt and bra on her own, despite being in pain. When Arthur disrobed her, he did so only after Molly commanded him to, and then only on her terms. Whereas Arthur once more lost his clothes without giving his consent, this time it happened because Molly simply ordered him to stand still while she stripped him at her own pace, demonstrating just how much control she had over the situation. This control is reflected in the dialogue, as Molly increasingly treats Arthur as a dog. His one redeeming moment is that despite needing Molly's help to guide him in, Arthur penetrated Molly of his own free will. And instead of giving in to his baser animal instincts, when Molly requested that he stop to allow her to become adjusted to his dick, he did. It would have been easy for him to continue ramming his cock into her, but instead he retained his judgement and allowed her the time needed to recuperate.



Thanks for your support readers. How do you like that cliff-hanger ending, eh? Be sure to tune in next time for the exciting conclusion!