she's leaving home 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 [𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐰𝐨]

VI

that night, george's trousers came off the moment he hit his bed. all he wanted was to get a quick wank in before molly came home from dinner. george was invited, but he said he was too 'tired'. everybody went to some restaurant for a celebration dinner, but george needed a break from everything.

more importantly, he needed relief. "ahh, fuck..." his pants slipped off, and with that, his hard cock bounced onto his abdomen. was he wanking while thinking of molly again? maybe. he barely kissed her, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. her face. her lovely eyes. her plump lips. her gorgeous blonde hair. how it bounced when he spun her. her smile. the curve of her neck. her soft skin. her high cheekbones and rosy cheeks.

these thoughts occupied george's mind as everyone at paul's had a laugh over something john did. little did they know...

"mmm... molly..." they spilt out of his mouth before he processed what he was saying. he truly couldn't withhold his feelings anymore. but he would never dare tell her! that's nonsense. all he could do was wank and hope she said something to him that night. anything. she was sleeping in his bed, after all.

his lotioned hands soon became sticky with his load as he thrust his head back into his pillow. thankfully, his mother and father were asleep. and then came to post-cum-depression. he didn't know what to do.

"look at me. i'm sitting here fucking my own hand over some girl who doesn't even like me. pitiful." george murmured while cleaning his hand off with a dirty shirt. once he finished, he put his pants back on and covered himself with his comforter. it was about time for bed, but he couldn't sleep there. he wanted to give molly the bed while he slept on the couch downstairs. "i'll just close my eyes for a moment..."

*

"ahh... john, that's a good one," paul guffawed, reaching over the table for another beer. "hey, remember when we lit a condom on fire and got kicked out of germany? good times, mate," everyone at the table roared with laughter at the last line.

john, who was sat in between paul and cyn tried to remember the exact moment, but he was too drunk when it happened to remember. "oh, uh... yeah, i do!" john lied, shaking his head and staring at the table. "oh, shit... would 'ya look at the time? it's already three! ah, cyn... we'd better get goin', yeah?"

"why? got church in the morning?" paul cackled. "c'mon, stay a while!"

john and cyn looked at each other. cynthia had dark circles around her eyes, and it was clear she was ready to go. john was lively, but he was worn out from the performance. "i'd stay, mate, but we're tired. i'll see you tomorrow night, right? ringo's first performance as a drummer at the cavern, yeah?" john yawned, standing from the table with cynthia.

"ah, yeah! sleep well, folks!" paul and ringo and iris and patricia waved goodbye. "and don't let the door hit you on the way out!" paul slurred.

with that, john and cynthia walked out to their car, anticipating the moment their heads got to hit their pillows.

"oh, gee, paul... it's late," molly wanted to leave, but she didn't want to hurt paul's feelings. "i'd-i'd better-"

"ah! you're leaving too?" paul frowned, slapping the table with unexpected force. "fuck... d'ya need a ride?" he looked over to her.

molly chuckled. "no, that's okay. i can walk. it's only a few minutes from george's." she insisted. sitting next to paul, molly kissed him on the cheek and hugged his neck. "goodnight, paul. thanks for dinner!" she smiled, standing from the table with her jacket.