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It's finally cooling fown and the people of Riverwood are settling in for a nice, dry autumn. The leaves are changing and excitement is in the air for the college and high school gomecoming games. Not to mention the Murdoch's have resurrected their haunted house for the month.
October 22th-26th High School Homecoming Game:
October 26th Homecoming Dance:
October 27th Murdoch Halloween Ball
@ the Murdoch Mansion
November brings on the first dregs of legitimately cool weather. There's a few rainstorms but nothing too serious. Tension is in the air as RHS students prepare for upcoming midterms. And don;t forget to lock your secrets in the closets ... In-Laws are flooding in for the Thanksgiving holiday.
College Homecoming Game:
November 2nd RHS Midterms
November 12th-16th Thanksgiving Break
And just when you thought the in laws were gone until next year ... December shows up. Snow is falling in fluffly little flakes, the air is cold, and decorations are popping up everywhere for the holiday season. Schools are gearing up for end of the year concerts and activities and families are finding time to go shopping for Christmas.
RHS Winter Break:
December 20th - January 7th
(Classes end the 19th, resume the 8th) College Break:
December 13th - January 7th
(Classes end on the 12, resume on the 8th) Christmas Day:
December 25th Hanukkah:
December 8-16 First Day of Kwanzaa:
Wednesday, December 26th
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Mollee was sweaty as hell after footy practice and all she really wanted to do was take a hot shower, get in her mom's car, drive home, and crawl into bed. Today had been a little rough and she was a little pissed at Lily. Her bestie had denied her sex again so Mollee was way more frustrated than she needed to be and even taking out her frustration on the pitch wasn't enough. Mollee still was the last one into the locker room though. She took a quick shower and wrapped herself in a towel before using the high-powered hand dryers as a blow-dryer for her hair. She was steadily becoming a little girlier and so blow drying her hair to make it shiny and wavy was now a daily occurrence. Once dry, Molls went back to her locker and slipped into her halter bra and panties. She quite liked this bra because she could hide it under most of the tank tops she had taken a liking to in some of the stores downtown.
Mollee had just pulled her shirt on over her head and was about ready to pull her hair back into a ponytail when she heard a slamming door. She didn't think anything of it because obviously it was just another girl coming in from some other Fall sport practice and Mollee honestly couldn't be bothered with her; she was too preoccupied with fixing the pockets on her [rather short] shorts so she could slip them on. Molls sat down on the bench and was just sticking her feet into the leg holes when she heard a 'tsking' noise coming from somewhere behind her. She sprang up and turned around, a little frightened by the fact that the voice had been male and not female. In her haste, Mollee had forgotten to pull her shorts up around her waist so she was now standing in front of [she actually smirked] Ryan Mercer in her tank and undies. A compromising position to be in, but Mollee didn't actually mind. nor did she make any move to pull her shorts up, either. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Mercer come for a peep show ... I charge, you know."
This was one of those uneventful afternoons when the entire world seemed to be busy but Ryan. The thought frustrated him because he hated being alone, but every single person he spoke to had something else to do. To top it all off, Ryan was ridiculously horny. He hadn’t gotten some in so long (by his standards) and he was craving to do it with someone…but who? He spent majority of his time walking to nowhere in particular and pondering his predicament. Slowly, he found himself walking towards the fields and he stopped when he saw a lone individual kicking around the ball. Mollee, the Perry’s daughter. He went to sit up on the bleachers to watch her finish up, amused how she could be having so much fun playing a team sport when she was alone. It was only until after she wrapped up and went into the change room did Ryan have an idea. He knew that guys weren’t allowed in the girls change rooms but honestly who was going to check? They couldn’t install cameras in them because they would get sued for that. And if no one but Mollee was in the change room …
Ryan smiled wickedly and began heading down to the field. He took his time, wanting her to finish washing off all the sweat before he made her sweat again. He lightly trailed his fingers along the outer wall until he reached the door and slowly opened it, trying to hear if anyone else was in the change room. No other voices, so he assumed the coast was clear. Glancing back quickly to make sure no one was watching from outside, he slipped into the change room and allowed the door to close with a thud so Mollee could hear that someone else was there. He was quiet up until the part where she began putting her shorts on, but the ‘tsk tsk’ left his lips before he could stop himself. She reacted faster than he thought she would, but she also didn’t look scared or disappointed that he was the one in the change room. Ryan reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, a seductive smile planted on his face. “I just saw you playing out there and I was wondering if you needed someone to help you loosen up a little,” he said before moving closer to her.
Well, at least if Molls was going to be caught in compromising positions in the locker room with a boy, at least it was a boy worth her time. Ryan Mercer was definitely one of the hotter boys roaming around Riverwood and Mollee had sort of always had her eyes on him a bit, wondering just how he was in the sack. But of course Kenna always seemed to have her claws in him when she came to Riverwood on holiday. [Or, of course, he was only free when Mollee was otherwise preoccupied with Lily or Tony] She smirked and twirled a lock of long brown hair around her finger. "Oh I always need someone to help me loosen up, Mercer," she spoke, her voice purposefully a little gravelly. She bit at her lip and 'shyly' looked away before dragging her eyes right back to his.
When he took a step toward her, Molle stepped one foot out of her fallen shorts and kicked them up into her hand with the other. She dangled them off her index finger with a little smirk. "Something tells me I won't be needing these for awhile ... Am I correct?" she asked him. She kept them dangling there in plain view for both of them to see. Either Ryan would turn down her off [she wanted to laugh at that thought] or he would take them from her hand and toss them aside. She was about 99.999% sure it would be the latter. She could see the little look in his eyes ... Mollee knew that look. She had seen it in plenty of boys [and a few girls as well] and it always followed with something good. Well, depending on who was giving the look it turned out good. Sometimes even Mollee had her bad hook ups. But she was generally a lucky girl and hadn't had too many bad encounters in her life yet. Not that she was a super slut like Kenna or anything and would do whichever guy happened to catch her eye [she loved Kenna, she really did] but Mollee did have some standards . "So what'll it be Mercer, I haven't got all day ..."
There was something about Mollee Perry that attracted Ryan. She was beautiful, her accent was to die for, she was a brunette and he adored brunettes, and her body was pretty much sculpted by the gods. So what if she wasn’t a cheerleader? She had a lot of other great points to make up for it. It seemed a little strange that they hadn’t done anything yet but the girl was always busy with others and Ryan respected that. Today, however, was their time to have some fun. She looked like she was good in bed, and Ryan had a talent for judging people accurately. Here’s to hoping that he was right again. “Good, because I think I can make you feel a lot better,” he smirked. Oh yes she was hot, and he knew that she knew it. Brunette, great body, and sexy? She was definitely worth his time.
He took a slow step toward her, his eyes glancing side to side to be sure that nobody else was there. Although he wouldn’t have minded too much (and he cared less about getting caught), the idea of someone watching was gross. Reason number whatever why Ryan could never do porn despite the fact that his body was perfect for it. “No, you won’t need them. I need to have access to your muscles,” he chuckled. He reached and took them off of her finger, tossing it onto her gym bag. “You’re going to feel like a million bucks once we’re done,” he licked his lips. He reached out and pulled her up against the lockers, his blue eyes looking into hers. A second later, his typical smirk (that he got from his father) appeared on his face and he pressed his lips up against hers as he began to kiss her. And oh did he kiss her. She was a good kisser though, and he was thankful for that. He’d kissed girls who were sloppy and wet and they wondered why he ditched them before anything. If they kissed like that, he didn’t want to imagine them in bed. Mollee however, oh he wouldn’t mind imagining her.
Mollee knew Ryan had a reputation. Hell when McKenna wasn't bitching about him, she was gushing over him. Mollee sometimes wanted to roll her eyes at Mckenna and just tell her to get over herself and ask him out already. Not that Mollee really believed in the whole 'liking people' thing, but really, when all Mollee kept hearing was 'Ryan this, Ryan that' ... It made her want to gag. But Mollee couldn't deny that Ryan Mercer was hot. He lived right across the little miniature lake in her backyard and though the Mercer property was huge, even Mollee had seen him shirtless enough times over the years to know that the boy was a god under the tight shirts he wore ... Actually, now that Mollee thought about it, that was probably half the reason why McKenna had always spent so much time at the Perry home whenever they were in Riverwood. Hmph, that whore.
When he smirked at her, Molls twirled a dark brown wave around her finger and returned his smirk with one of her own. "I certainly hope you can make me feel better ..." she said, adding in a small pout. It wasn't even full on Perry pout yet, but she would save that for later -- when she really needed it. "Because I'm just ... so... sore right now ..." She grinned when he took her shorts and flung them to the side. She watched as he sort of glanced her over, looking at her and debating exactly what he was going to do next. Mollee should have felt uncomfortable but she didn't. She was actually far too used to guys looking her over. Despite her skater clothes, she knew she had a nice figure. She had a toned body from football and running and she had been graced with a chest that had to come from her grandmothers because it certainly hadn't come from her mother. "Actually, if you really want to get technical, there's more than just my muscles you need access to ... If you catch my drift." She raised an eyebrow at him. "That is a horrible pick up line, you know ... And I know horrible pick up lines .. i seriously hope you can make up for that, because if you can't, you won't be getting access to any of my muscles."
She gladly ate her words when he pushed her up against the lockers. He was an excellent kisser -- better than she had imagined him to be, that was for sure. Molls couldn't help but reach a hand out behind his neck and pull him closer. Her teeth lightly grazed his bottom lip and tugged gently as she kissed him, her other hand coming around to pull the rest of him close by the lapel of his leather jacket. Mollee hadn't been kissed like this in quite awhile and she was definitely enjoying it. She wanted more, so much more, but if Ryan wanted her in the way she was sure he did, he would have to learn to play her game and play it by her rules. And Mollee's rules stated that if she was missing an article of clothing, then so must he. She pulled away with a grin and unzipped his jacket. She slid her hands slowly up his chest [hhnnnggg he was toned] and up toward his shoulders so she could push the leather off his arms. She threw his jacket down on the bench in front of the lockers and then pulled him back to her, her tongue grazing his lip this time, asking for permission to kiss him deeper.
During the bonfire, Ryan had informed McKenna of his interest in Mollee. She was a tom-boy, yes, but there was more to her than just that. Word had gotten around school that she was a good fuck and he didn’t have to be an expert to see what sort of godly body the girl possessed. So maybe her personality wasn’t the greatest thing out there, but what did it matter? He wasn’t seeking anything except good sex. Quite frankly, Ryan couldn’t care less about having a friendship with her. Having a friendship with someone who he slept with wasn’t the easiest of things (how it happened with McKenna he would never know). Unless she was really good in bed—then his opinion could be swayed.
Ryan made no effort to hide where he was looking. In normal situations, he was all for being a gentleman and staring into a girl’s eyes (unless she was really well endowed and it would be a sin not to look), but now his gaze was everywhere but her eyes. He was eying the prize—eyes on the goods, so to speak. When she spoke, his light blue eyes shot up to look at her, a ravenous look in them. “I’ve been told I have magic hands,” he replied, a faint chuckle leaving his lips. Magic hands, magic mouth, magic everything else. Maybe McKenna was on to something—maybe he should just go into the adult entertainment and sleep with as many people as possible. Being as uninterested in commitment as he was, it would certainly be more sexually fulfilling than flying jets for a living.
“Sore where?” He came closer, watching her intently to see if she was going to act in any way. He did his best to hide the snort when she started talking again. No, he most certainly did not want a discussion with her. Sometimes the pre-sex back and forth things were fun, but he wasn’t enjoying it too much with Mollee—to be technical or not. “Pick up line?” He leaned forward and playfully hissed in her ear. “My pickup lines begin and end with let’s fuck. And believe me, that works like a charm,” he replied. He was aware of how well he looked and the stares he got from girls, and he used that to his advantage all the time. He didn’t need to be suave or fancy or anything of the sort. He just needed to smile in his usual seductive manner, look at her with his baby blues and they were sold.
She was a great kisser and it came as a little of a surprise to him. There weren’t many girls who’d kissed as well as she did (he’d met so many sloppy wet kissers that this came as a pure relief to him) so he was grateful for that much. Standing there with her pressed up against the locker was nice, but he felt severely overdressed. Thankfully, it seemed like Mollee did too and she began pushing his jacket off. When it was also off he tossed it off on a bench (a Mercer never let an expensive article of clothing simply lie on the floor like that) and put his hand back on the locker beside her head. He pulled away and licked a trail down her neck and to her collarbone, nipping and sucking on the skin until it turned a pinkish colour. “You can have the honours,” he said, meaning that she could take off his shirt. He wasn’t going to play around with her for long (and especially not risk getting in trouble for hooking up in the girls’ locker room) so he wanted to get this done and over with faster.