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Itch Versus Scratch	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > The Ghost and Molly McGee Views: 1915 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: Hygge for Two-ge
The next day was Sunday, and the weather could not have been more different. The previous day had been sunny and reasonably mild for the time of year; today, the wind was whistling through the eaves of the house, and Molly had only to hold the palm of her hand half an inch from the windowpane to feel how cold it was outside. Joanie Pataky on the local news had warned that a cold front was coming, and boy had she been right.
It wasn’t exactly warm inside, either, but it took a lot more than some nippy weather to bring Molly McGee down. She pulled on her warm, fuzzy robe and a pair of bunny slippers and scampered downstairs toward the kitchen, eager to see what was cooking.
She had just reached the bottom of the ladder to her room when her phone rang. She pulled it out of her robe pocket and grinned when she saw who was calling.
“Libby!” she answered joyfully. “What’s shakin’, bacon? Wait, can I call you ‘bacon,’ or is that not kosher?”
Libby laughed and replied, “Hi, Molly. With the weather being so cold and blowy today, I thought maybe you could come over, and we could take another crack at hygge.”
The first time Libby had proposed engaging in hygge—”the Danish art of being comfy-cozy,” as she’d described it—Molly had refused to participate, insisting on going outside to play in the snow instead. The extreme cold had made her regret that decision, but what she regretted even more was how rude and bossy she’d been to Libby. Now, Molly was anxious to make it up to her.
“Absolutely!” she cried. “Let’s hyg it out! What time should I come?”
***
Only when Molly made it to the kitchen and saw everyone sitting at the table—Darryl included—did she really think about the events of the previous day. It had all seemed so much like a dream that she thought it might have actually been a dream.
But now, as she said good morning to everyone and saw her brother awkwardly avoid eye contact with her, she knew that it had all been real. Although she wasn’t sure why both her parents were giving the kitchen table that same awkward half-look.
“Mornin’, McGees!” Scratch said, suddenly dropping down through the ceiling and snatching up a piece of French toast from the plate in the middle of the table.
“Good morning, Scratch!” Sharon replied hastily, relieved to have someone new in the conversation. “What have you got planned for today?”
“Don’t skimp on the details,” Darryl added.
Feeling very much on the spot, Scratch replied, “Uh, well, this morning I was gonna go downtown and search some of the better dumpsters for snacks…”
“Really?” Sharon replied. “That’s fascinating.”
“Scavengers are a vital part of any ecosystem,” Pete added. “Tell us more.”
***
After breakfast, Molly went back upstairs to shower. She’d always loved showers—they were like on-demand rainstorms, except that you got to pick the temperature.
Molly stepped into the spray of hot water and started by using her favorite, coconut-scented shampoo and then some conditioner in her straight black hair. Once that was done, she soaped herself up from top to bottom. Normally, Molly did this quickly, because making a game of how fast she could wash her whole body was part of the fun. She thought of it as a soapbox derby without the box.
But right now, Molly didn’t want to go fast. Because as she moved her soapy hands over her body, it felt…different. Nicer. It was almost like she’d never touched her own body before…No, more like she’d never exactly paid attention to how it felt to touch it before.
She had this revelation while soaping up her chest. So instead of moving right on down to her flat tummy, Molly kept her hands where they were.
She of course was well aware of the small rises that had developed on her chest in recent months. In fact, the thirteen-year-old felt lucky that her first outward signs of puberty were breast growth and a couple of wispy pubes rather than, say, body odor. But before now, she hadn’t fully appreciated how nice it was to touch her little breasts. In fact, it was nice in two ways: Not only did her springy-soft mounds feel good in her hands, but they were also quite sensitive, in a good way. Especially her little brown nipples, which, as Molly began to rub them with her soapy fingertips, stiffened into small, conical points.
“Oooh,” she murmured. “That makes me feel tingly all over. I should’ve tried this before.”
Having teased her little nipples erect, Molly grasped them between her fingers and gently pinched and rolled them, producing new and delightful sensations. Molly closed her eyes and drank them in.
“Wow…” she murmured. “No wonder Misty wanted to be in my body, if it can feel like this.”
Thanks to some of the girl talk Molly had overheard at her previous schools, and thanks to the embarrassing teen-health websites she had visited thereafter, Molly understood the basics of female masturbation, even if she hadn’t done a lot of it yet. So, keeping her left hand on her nipple, she slid the right one down between her thighs and began to circle her fingertip around her clit.
“Mmmm, yeah…” she breathed.
As she touched herself, she couldn’t help but think of what she’d done with Darryl the day before. Those same overheard conversations had included some pretty mixed reviews of sexual intercourse (no, fucking, let’s call it fucking, she thought), or at least of what the girls she’d heard talking thought it would be like. But when Darryl had put his penis (no, his cock) inside her and pushed it in and out, that hadn’t felt anything but awesome.
Molly stepped her feet apart, then took her hand off her nipple and pushed one finger of that hand up inside her, working it in and out slowly. It didn’t feel as good as Darryl’s cock, but it sure didn’t feel bad. Especially when she imagined Darryl in her room late at night, on top of her, inside her, breathing in her ear as his cute bottom moved up and down between her wide-open thighs.
“Mmmm, yes, fuck me…” Molly breathed. “Give me all that cock…put it in nice and deep…”
She pushed a second finger inside her, and it felt so good that she immediately had to speed up her clit-rubbing and finger-fucking. In her mind, Darryl pumped her harder, and she worked her hips and thighs and ass to make sure he got into her to the hilt on every thrust.
“Oooh yeah…” she gasped. “That’s it…harder…harder…aaaaaaaAAAAAAH!”
Molly had only masturbated to orgasm a few times before, and this climax felt more powerful than all her previous ones put together. She squeezed her eyes shut as powerful sensations of pure pleasure rocketed through her body.
When it ended, Molly put both hands against the shower wall to keep from losing her balance as she floated in a delightful, hazy afterglow.
But then, in the space of seconds, the shower water went from warm to lukewarm to cool to cold to icy. Molly practically leaped out of the shower.
“Sweet baby corn!” Molly gasped as she wrapped herself tightly in the thickest towel she could find. “I was in there so long, I used up all the hot water!”
Nonetheless, after her shower and, more importantly, her orgasm, Molly was feeling quite nice. Still wrapped in the towel, she climbed the ladder up to her room—which was relatively warm thanks to the effect of heat rising—and closed the trap door behind her. Scratch was there, reviewing his mental map of Brighton’s most well-stocked dumpsters.
“Hey Scratch!” Molly said.
She threw off her towel and began digging through her dresser for clothes, thus showing the ghost her little bare bottom.
“Gaah!” Scratch shouted.
He clapped his hands over his eyes, forgetting for the umpteenth-and-first time—because Molly had been changing clothes in front of him practically since they met—that this was pointless because he could see through both his hands and his eyelids. He abruptly turned his back to her instead.
“Why do you always have to do that?” Scratch groused.
“Do what?” Molly asked, pulling on a pair of cute pink undies.
“Ugh, never mind,” he said, and departed the house through the wall.
***
Molly spent the rest of the morning in her room, first getting her homework out of the way and then using scissors, white construction paper, and her skilled hands to make elaborate snowflake cutouts—some to decorate her room, and some to give to Libby. Darryl was spending the day at a friend’s house, and Sharon had a Gig Pig gig, so at lunch time, it was just Molly, Pete, and Scratch, who had returned for the midday meal despite having spent most of the morning eating out of dumpsters. With that smaller group, their conversation over PB&Js was at least a little less awkward than the one at breakfast.
Then the time came for Molly to head over to Libby’s. She grabbed her coat, hat, and mittens out of the hall closet to bundle up for the walk.
“So,” Scratch said, appearing next to Molly, “what have we got planned with Libby?”
Caught off guard, Molly fumbled, “Oh, uh, you don’t want to come along for this, Scratch. We’re just gonna be, um, doing homework! Yeah, you know, math and stuff. Super, super dry, like Sahara dry, and-”
“No, yeah, I can skip that,” Scratch cut in. “You stagger through the icy wind to Libby’s place to do math; I’ll stay here and eat spicy kettle chips in a hot bubble bath.”
“Sounds like a plan, my man!” Molly replied. Then she muttered, “Once there’s hot water again, anyway.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing! Catch you later!”
***
As the bundled-up Molly walked against the chilly wind, she couldn’t help but think about the conversation she’d just had with Scratch. Why had she lied to him about her and Libby’s plans? Even worse, why was she deliberately excluding him from something she knew he would enjoy? And with Libby, who was Scratch’s friend, too?
Molly couldn’t be sure. She just knew that she wanted to be alone with Libby. Despite the cold, thinking about Libby made Molly feel warm inside. Especially in that special place down between her thighs, where Darryl had made her feel so good. Molly wanted to feel that again, and with more people than just her brother.
Sweet baby corn, she thought. I’m going to Libby’s house to…What’s the word?…To seduce her.
It was a scary thought. It was also incredibly arousing.
***
“I’m surprised Scratch didn’t come along,” Libby said as Molly handed her a manila envelope of paper snowflakes, then doffed her coat and hung it in the hall closet. “I know how much he loves hygge.”
Sitting down on the stairs to pull off her winter boots, Molly replied, “Oh, um, Scratch had, you know, ghost biz to take care of.”
“And my mom’s going to be busy in the bookstore all afternoon,” Libby said. “She says people like to stock up on good reads before the snow starts falling. So I guess it’s just the two of us.”
Molly had that feeling again: that warm tingle in her down-below place.
“Yeah,” Molly replied, moving next to Libby and throwing an arm around the long-haired girl’s shoulder. “Just the two of us.”
They went into the kitchen, where Libby microwaved a couple mugs of some apple cider that her mom had mulled, then made popcorn with an air popper. Molly took charge of adding the all-important butter and salt.
With food and beverage in hand, the two girls went into the living room. A fire was already smoldering in the fireplace; Molly and Libby added a couple of logs, and soon the fire was crackling as the girls piled comfy cushions and throw pillows on the thick living room rug.
“Separate blankets, or same blanket?” Libby said, holding up a couple of them.
“Same blanket, obvi,” Molly replied with a grin. “If you’re providing the snacks and drinks, the least I can do is share some body heat.”
Libby smiled at her and said, “That sounds nice.”
They settled in side by side amongst the cushions, and Libby threw the blanket over them.
“Oh, yeahhhh,” Molly said, leaning back and taking a swig of her cider as her body was enveloped in delightful warmth. “This is some Grade-A hygge right here.”
“Most definitely,” Libby agreed. “Now, for reading material, I have-”
“How about we just talk?” Molly interrupted. “Have one of those old-timey fireside chats, like we learned about in history class?”
“Well, I think those actually happened over the radio, but it’s still a nice idea.” Libby replied. Then she offered Molly the big bowl and said, “Popcorn?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Molly replied.
As she accepted the bowl of popcorn, Molly touched Libby’s hands.
“Oooh, your hands are cold,” Molly said. Too cold for what I want to do with them, that’s for sure, she thought.
Molly put the bowl of popcorn on the floor on her other side before turning back to Libby.
“Put your hands under the blanket,” Molly said, “and I’ll warm them up for you.”
“Oh, thank you,” Libby replied.
Libby pulled her hands under the blanket, and Molly took them in hers. Then Molly pressed her own hands and Libby’s to her own chest.
“This oughta help,” Molly said.
Libby found that it took only seconds for her hands to feel warmer. In fact, her entire body felt warmer. And it wasn’t just because of the blanket and the fire and Molly’s body heat, nor was it purely a reaction to Molly’s kindness and friendship. It was all of these things, but it was also the softness of Molly’s breasts against her hands, and the intimacy of her touch.
“Oh, y- yes, they feel better already,” Libby stammered. A hint of pink appeared on her cheeks.
“Here,” Molly said. “This’ll help even more.”
Leaving Libby’s hands where they were, Molly put her arms around Libby and pulled their torsos together so that the long-haired girl’s hands were pressed between their chests.
“Oh, oh that’s…that’s nice,” Libby said. The pink on her cheeks was spreading.
“Yeah,” Molly agreed breathily. Having Libby’s hands touch her breasts like this was making her feel gooey inside. “Very nice.”
No one, boy or girl, had ever made Libby feel this way before. Before this, she’d had a few vaguely erotic dreams, and she’d read passages in books that she’d found a bit arousing, but having such strong sexual feelings about a real, flesh-and-blood person while touching that person was a completely new experience for her.
These feelings weren’t quite as new for Molly, but they were certainly powerful. Molly looked into Libby’s eyes, and in them, Molly could see what she herself was feeling: desire. Need, even.
“Speaking of nice…” Molly said, the words a gentle breath.
She pressed her lips to Libby’s. Libby pulled her hands out from between their bodies and put her arms around Molly. The kiss ended mutually, both of them pulling their faces back just a few inches.
“What are we doing?” Libby asked, a small, breathless smile on her lips.
Smiling sweetly at her, Molly replied softly, “What comes naturally.”
They kissed again. Afterward, Molly again took Libby’s hands in hers. But this time, Molly put Libby’s hands directly in front of her chest.
“Please touch me,” Molly whispered.
Libby put her hands on Molly’s breasts and squeezed them gently through the girl’s blue winter sweater. The long-haired girl let out a long breath.
“They’re sooo soft…” Libby breathed, squeezing again. “Even softer than mine…How can they be so soft?”
“Well,” Molly replied, “I’m not wearing a bra today, so…”
Not wearing her training bra had been a semi-deliberate decision: She’d known when she was getting dressed that she didn’t want to wear one today. Although only now did she fully understand why.
“Then…Then I don’t want to wear one either,” Libby said determinedly.
With both hands, Libby grabbed the hem of both her heavy green sweater and the green turtleneck she had on underneath and pulled both garments up and off. Then she seized the bottom edge of her dark-green training bra and pulled it up and off, too, and her small but pert little breasts jiggled free. Molly’s eyes went big and starry.
“Ohhhh, they’re perfect!” Molly exclaimed.
Libby blushed deeply. But although she threw part of their shared blanket over her shoulders for warmth, she didn’t make any effort to hide her exposed breasts from Molly’s gaze.
Molly immediately had to know what Libby’s naked torso felt like against her own. So, like Libby, she grabbed the hems of her sweater and turtleneck and pulled them up simultaneously.
But unlike Libby, Molly didn’t manage to get the two garments all the way off; instead, they tangled tightly around her head. Molly struggled but couldn’t manage to get free.
“Mmmh, li’l hlp hrr?” she said through the thick layers of clothing. When there was no response, she called, “Lby?”
She felt the shirt and sweater being pulled away from her face and then up off her head. She took a few gasping breaths of air.
“Sorry,” Libby said. Then she blushed again and glanced down at Molly’s chest as she added, “I got a little…distracted.”
Molly couldn’t resist for another second. She seized Libby in her arms and squeezed the girl’s naked torso against her own. Then she kissed Libby fiercely as she pushed the girl down onto her back, Molly coming down on top of her.
They kept on kissing. Molly worked her right thigh between Libby’s legs and pressed it against her groin, feeling the heat of it even through the heavy jeans Libby was wearing on this chilly day.
Libby rolled herself and Molly over, putting herself on top, and looked lustily down at Molly’s face as she rubbed her crotch against Molly’s thigh.
Molly put both hands on Libby’s bare chest and felt her up with elan. But she needed more.
“Libby,” she gasped, “I want to touch more of you. I want to touch all of you.”
Excitement shot through Libby’s body at the prospect of feeling Molly’s small, soft hands all over her. So Libby quickly rolled off of Molly and onto her back, then wrestled off her jeans and panties at the same time before ditching her gray woolen socks. Molly, lying next to her, pulled off her own skirt, fleece-lined black leggings, and rainbow socks so fast that she almost ripped them. Then she skinned her pink panties down just as quickly, making them roll up on themselves before she kicked them off.
Almost simultaneously, Molly and Libby rolled onto their sides and looked at each other’s fully nude bodies.
“Oh, Molly,” Libby gasped, gawking at her bestie’s beautiful naked skin. “I had no idea…”
Despite her horniness, Molly suddenly felt deeply self-conscious.
“What, do- do I look weird?” she asked quickly. “Is it that mole on my thigh? Because I wanted to get it removed, but that’s a cosmetic procedure and my parents’ insurance won’t cover it and-”
“No!” Libby interrupted. Then she took Molly’s hands and looked at her face. “I meant I had no idea how beautiful you are.”
Molly blushed all over and stammered, “W- Wow.”
Then, looking down at the rug, Molly went on, “I, I never thought anyone would look at my gangly little body and see something beautiful.” Then she looked up at Libby’s face. “But I guess I should have. Because your body is a lot like mine, and it’s so beautiful that there’s nothing I don’t want to do with it. With you.”
Now it was Libby who blushed. “N- Nothing?”
As she gazed at her naked friend, Molly felt her lust reassert itself. She moved forward and put her face mere inches from Libby’s.
“Nothing,” Molly breathed.
She didn’t just want to tell Libby; she wanted to show her. So she again pushed Libby down on her back. Then Molly lowered her face to the girl’s chest and began kissing her little light-brown nipples.
“Ohhhhh, Molly…” the girl moaned.
Libby closed her eyes and ran her fingers through Molly’s silky-soft hair, inhaling its sweet coconut scent and drinking in the lovely sensation of Molly’s soft, gentle mouth on her little breast. At the same time, Libby felt warmth growing between her thighs.
Molly could feel it, too, the heat beginning to radiate against her stomach. It excited her to know that she could get her bestie so aroused without having so much as touched her below the waist yet.
“Molly,” Libby murmured, “this is so nice…let me do it for you now…”
Molly raised her head from Libby’s chest and replied, “Yes please!” Then she rolled over onto her back.
Libby rolled onto Molly, then scooched down until her head hovered above Molly’s chest. Molly could feel the girl’s warm breath on her small breast, and she felt her nipple stiffen in anticipation. And when Libby’s lips alighted on it, their touch was so gentle that it took Molly a moment to realize that it was more than just warm air on her breast.
“Ohhhhhh…” Molly sighed, running her hand slowly down through Libby’s long black hair and folding one bare leg across the girl’s equally bare, smooth, soft bottom.
For minutes, Molly just lay there, letting her sweet bestie lick and tongue and suck her nipples with great attentiveness and increasing enthusiasm. Molly grew hornier and hornier until she was moaning and holding Libby’s head to her chest.
“Libby,” she gasped, “I want…I need…to cum…Can you use…your fingers to-?”
“Wait,” Libby gasped, raising her head and breaking free of Molly’s hold on it. “There’s something we can try. Something I read about.”
“What is it?” Molly panted.
Libby sat up, letting the blanket fall off of her nude body. She no longer needed it; thanks to her own body heat and Molly’s, the chill of the room could not touch her. Libby leaned back, supporting herself with her hands, then opened her legs and bent them, raising one knee higher than the other and thus giving Molly a good look at her sex, which had only a couple more wispy black hairs than Molly’s.
“You just need to get in the same position,” Libby explained, “and put one leg under this one-” She tapped her higher knee “-and the other leg over this one.” She tapped her lower knee. “That way, we can get close enough together that our knishes are touching.”
Molly could guess from context that Libby wasn’t talking about a popular New York City street food. And Molly definitely liked the idea of her and Libby’s “knishes” coming together.
So, with a little guidance from Libby and after a bit of trial and error, Molly managed to get her body into the same position Libby’s was in. Then the two girls scootched closer until their pussies were pressed together. Molly’s whole body went from warm to hot when she felt Libby’s wet, hot sex against her own.
“Libby,” she said, her voice shaking with lust, “I don’t know exactly what we’re getting ready to do here, but I really, really wanna do it.”
“Well,” Libby gasped, “all we have to do now is rub our knishes together.”
A bit awkwardly, Libby began to slowly move her hips so as to gently rub her pussy against Molly’s. Molly liked the way it felt, and after watching Libby intently for a few seconds, Molly got the idea and moved her own hips in the same way.
“Oooh, yeah, that’s it,” Libby moaned. “Keep doing it just like that…”
“Wow…Libby…” Molly breathed. “This feels amazing…”
“Some of the books…” Libby said, “have very helpful…illustrations…”
Libby kept moving in that same slow, gentle way until she no longer needed to use her eyes to guide her movements and could instead focus on Molly’s face. Her lips were parted and her eyes were wide open, gazing at Libby with what even the inexperienced young girl could recognize as unabashed lust and desire. Libby had never been sure that anyone would ever look at her that way, let alone a beautiful girl like Molly, and she found the attention just as arousing as the physical act of scissoring.
Molly, being a perpetual optimist, had never doubted that someone would one day look at her with such desire. Yes, her imagination had gotten all the details wrong—it was her best friend and not a devastatingly cute boy doing the looking, and it was happening in Libby’s living room and not a Renaissance bedroom with a canopy bed and a chandelier full of lit candles—but the way Libby was gazing at her was exactly what Molly had dreamed of.
Now, the pleasure Molly felt wasn’t just in the place where she was rubbing against Libby; warmth and sexual joy were radiating from that point into her whole body. Which made her want more. So she began to rub her pussy harder and faster against Libby’s.
Libby, panting, picked up her own pace to match Molly’s. Her muscles were beginning to burn from the effort, but she barely noticed because the pleasure was far more powerful than the pain. Looking at Molly’s face, so full of lust and desire and raw sexual attraction, stoked the bonfire of Libby’s pleasure and need even higher. And the flames within her rose higher still when Molly spoke.
“Libby,” she panted, “this is…so good…so good…but I…need more…”
With a bright glint in her eye, Libby replied, “Then let’s…do more.”
Staying in sync as best they could, Molly and Libby bucked like mad, rubbing their pussies together as hard and fast as their bodies and positions allowed. The two girls grunted, panted, gasped, and moaned, the sounds growing louder by the moment as the pleasurable sensations that shot from their pussies through their bodies grew ever stronger.
“M- Molly!” Libby cried. “I’m…I’m gonna…AAAAAAAH!”
“HAAAAAAAAH!” Molly screamed.
They pressed their pussies tightly together as their bodies were wracked by orgasm. Then the two girls collapsed to the floor, panting. Molly used what felt like her last ounce of strength to turn around and crawl to Libby, throwing an arm around her and lying with her on the rug as they gasped for breath.
“That was really…really nice…Libby…” Molly panted.
“So nice…” Libby gasped.
As she caught her breath, Molly was overcome by a kind of warm, sleepy joy that made her want to yawn and chuckle at the same time. So she yawned, then chuckled; then, because she was still a bit hot and sweaty despite the winter chill, she let go of Libby’s torso and took her hand instead. Libby squeezed Molly’s hand in return.
“I never knew another girl could make me feel that good,” Libby said. Then she turned her head to look at Molly and went on, “But I suppose if any girl could do that, it would be you, Molly.”
Molly looked in Libby’s big brown eyes and said, “I feel the exact same way.”
“Do you wanna…do this again sometime?” Libby asked.
“I wanna do it lots of sometimes,” Molly replied. Then, forgetting about the heat and sweatiness, she rolled over and seized Libby in a big hug as she cheered, “Yay, sex-besties!” Libby hugged Molly back just as hard.
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