The Arrivals Book 1 Chapter 15, Molly & Steph: The Bachelor Party, Day 9. Section 4. Molly: The First Cosmos Masturbates to Climax Molly flies through the side door of the restaurant into a party room. A party room at the backside of a restaurant that appears closed for the evening. The partygoers, already boisterous, instantly quiet when an totally naked Molly barges into the room. Then cheering erupts. A small dais materializes, music suddenly plays, and Molly finds herself dancing on the small round platform. The Groom, Best Man, and other Revelers clap. Nude a go-go? Molly asks herself, then affirms, I can do it! You think I’m fat? You’re gonna love me fat! Steph slips in via the same entrance, but garners little attention away from “a naked frug dancer flopping her mazoomas.” Steph postures as if she is a Monitor responsible for protecting Molly from the creeps – not an unreasonable proposition given Molly’s naked vulnerability. At the end of a number Molly affords herself an opportunity to halo her Roommate with her just due. “This is my Roommate, Steph. I do whatever she wants. She wears my panties and commits to Opt Monitor next Term. And I’m a naked Pledge begging to Opt Strip.” Steph fiddles both spaghetti shoulder straps into place, shakes so the minidress falls clearly around her open cutout hole, and bows sufficently shallowly that no titter occurs. She raises her chin. “It will please Molly to pull her mutton wide open, freshen up some mung, and mambo in front of you until she runs out of breath!” The produces applause, but it also causes some Revelers to study Steph with more attention. Steph retreats into a position with her back to a wall and finds herself offered a stool. She moves it behind her, leans back against it, and finds herself helped to sit upon it. She smiles, adjusts her legs to make sure that her thighs don’t touch, and lets everyone at the Party consider her panties upskirt. Cam them. I hate this, but I don’t dare close my legs. Molly rescues her Roommate; she squats, spreads her legs wide, pans her muff left and right to the Revelers, and nods to as many Cams as she can. Molly works her fingers deep into her thick minge until she is able to roll her thick lips to two sides and open her mooe wide to reveal her maraschino budding out at the top. “Don’t let Steph steal the show upskirting her panties,” Molly declares. “Look here, and you can see all the way into my power magazine.” Indeed Molly’s inner lips and canal are brown inside. With a patch of purple way down deep inside. The crowd hushes. Molly can see that many Cams have come out. “Go ahead, all of you,” she proclaims shamelessly. “I’ll hold my mooe open until you’re tired taking shots.” And then Molly fingers the sparkling, stainless steel ring through her clithood and teases it into clear view. She says easily, “This was one of my rewards for becoming a Stripper last Term. It hurt a lot, but I’ve learned to love it.” Steph gives the clithood ring a double take. She blinks. Well, yes, Strippers do get pierced, and well, yes, Molly was a Stripper last Term. Steph feels increasingly uncomfortable with the balance of power and wonders again if Molly might also harbor a hidden tattoo. But there’s no stopping Molly. “I love the way my ring rubs against my maraschino and keeps it engorged. Like now. And when I pull open my merrymaker I get excited and my muscovado flows out. Like now.” Applause builds. Steph knows Molly speaks truth. Not only does the white cream flow out between Molly’s legs, but Steph can smell it. The whole room catches the scent; no stopping it, no looking away. Primal evidence. Molly masturbates harder. White magma sloshes and spills, and Molly smears it onto her breasts and face. The whole room seems to swell larger. And then she climaxes: a noisy, wild, willful abandonment to the pleasures of Kundalini! Steph appreciates that the mambo looks real. It is real, and the Groom, Best Man, and other Revelers applaud and appreciate Molly’s intimate sharing of total sexual surrender. And so Molly becomes the first Cosmos to cross a fine line and cum for Gamer fans. Molly stands and takes a blow. “Thank you!” she pants out of breath, leaning forward and swinging her heavy mamazulons about. “Thank you for letting me share cumming with you!” Molly appreciates their applause and tastes herself for a laugh. “It’s very simple really,” she admits. “I’ve been a Stripper before; I’ve done it all. I’ll stay naked. I just wanna be a Stripper again next Term.”