Delicate rays illuminated the master bedroom as the sun crept up over the horizon. The bed itself was a mess; sheets were sprawled every which way and sticky splotches dotted the mattress. All by her lonesome, Molly awoke oddly refreshed considering how little sleep she had gotten the night prior. After rubbing the sand from her eyes, she looked around the empty room and wondered where her company had gotten off to.

            Molly pulled a large T-shirt and a pair of panties from her suitcase, rolled them over her body, and stumbled downstairs. Her three friends were seated at the kitchen’s center isle, engaged in idle chit-chat while a pink-haired cutie prepared breakfast. Entering the kitchen, Molly was immediately struck by the sweet and savory aroma of bacon, eggs, pancakes, sausages, and buttered toast.

            “Yo, look who decided to wake up,” Becca teased as Molly approached the isle. “Just in time too. Petra’s making food for the whole neighborhood.” The angel, under the guise of a buxom college student wearing her GF’s shirt, socks, and underwear, fluttered throughout the kitchen, using every stovetop burner and cooking appliance at her disposal. Four blenders were juicing a rainbow assortment of smoothies while two toasters crispened a rotating bevy of bread as one pan flipped pancakes with another scrambling eggs and another sizzling bacon in the meantime of the microwave heating another heaping of grits. As Molly walked around the isle, she noticed the sweat dripping from Chaz’s forehead as he watched the angel intently, mortified at the thought of this stranger burning his parents’ house down.

            “Morning, superstar!” Petra paused only for a second to peck Molly on the cheek, having to stand on her tip toes to reach, before returning to work. “Everything’s almost ready.”

            “Where’s Ren?” Molly whispered into her ear. Petra paused again to shoot her a sultry glance.

            “Oh goodness me, it seems I’ve misplaced him.” The angel fauxed concern as she licked her lips. “You’ll have to look for him once you’re finished eating.” Molly had but a brief moment to take in Petra’s luscious curves before the angel took off again to finish cooking. Knowing Petra, Renton was hidden somewhere on her person, but there were too many nooks, folds, and orifices to be able to tell where at a glance.

            Molly took a seat at the end of the isle around the corner from Becca who sat next to Lindsay who sat next to Chaz. The three all looked comfortable in their pajamas: a plush onesie for Becca, a linen nightgown for Lindsay, and a form-fitting undershirt/gym shorts combo for the sole man of the group.

            “Morning, Molly,” Lindsay greeted. “I’d ask how last night was, but I think your bedhead has already spoken volumes.” Molly’s hair pointed in every direction, too labyrinthine for even a bird to nest in. “You’ll be glad to know Petra’s checking out from her motel to stay here with us during Spring Break, so you can keep the master bedroom.”

            “You sure? What about…” Molly nudged her head towards Chaz who was still too worried over the myriad fire hazards to be cognizant of anything else. Lindsay leaned forward as if Becca wasn’t in the way.

            “It’s cool,” she whispered. “A smaller bed just means we’ll have to squeeze in extra close.” Lindsay fell back to her seat at the clanging sound of plates hitting the counter. Breakfast was served, and the spread rivaled the wealthiest Thanksgiving feasts. Platters of every meat and grain covered the isle, accompanied by tall glasses filled to the brink with smoothies.

            “Dig in, everybody!” Petra announced, taking a seat cornering Molly. The four all piled their plates high and did as requested, stuffing their gobs with fluffy scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, syrup-soaked pancakes, etc. With mouths full, they couldn’t help but pay their compliments to the chef.

            “This is out of this world!”

            “It’s simply heavenly!”

            “Nothing short of divine!”

            “You really outdid yourself, Petra,” Molly concluded. The angel watched with delight as her new friends enjoyed their meal. In contrast to the banquet she prepared for them, Petra partook in a half-full short glass of orange juice and nibbled on some eggs and sausage.

            “What’s wrong, girl?” Becca asked, grease coating the lower half of her face. “Not feeling good?”

            “No, no. Don’t mind me. I’m simply not hungry.” Petra stared at Molly while the ash-blonde woman noshed on sausage, the link sliding smoothly past her soft lips onto her waiting tongue. It took a lot of restraint from Petra not to suck face on the spot, but it’d be rude to do so in front of company. Now, if she got them involved, that’d be one thing, but she recognized no one else present would be into the idea and thus settled for the pleasure Molly and Ren provided her. “Not for breakfast, anyway.”

            Molly quickened her pace, shoveling food down her gullet to restore lost calories and build up a fresh supply for later. The looks Petra kept sending were driving her wild. She knew Ren had to be somewhere on the angel’s body. Fantasies of him nestled in flesh or buried somewhere the sun don’t shine faded into her conscious, warming her body more than the hot breakfast could.

            Upon packing away all she could muster, Molly grabbed Petra by the wrist and pulled her off her stool, ready to burn off everything she just ate. The pair stepped away from the isle and started prancing towards the stairs.

            “We’re going to the beach today,” Lindsay explained as they ran off. “Meet us out there when you’re both ready.” The women disappeared up the stairs and slammed the master bedroom’s door shut.

            “You guys get the feeling Molly’s been acting weird recently?” Chaz asked.

            “Yes, but you wouldn’t understand,” Becca posited, lost in thought as she slurped on her smoothie. “It’s not like she’s a different person. You never saw her when Ren was healthier, or at least when he could present himself as such. That’s the real her, the one unshackled by grief. What’s weird isn’t the way she’s acting, but how she’s able to act like that in the first place. There’s no way she’s moved on from Ren already. Something has to be up.”

            “What are you suggesting?” Lindsay ate daintily, actually cutting her sausage and taking reasonably sized bites of her eggs and pancakes. “Should we intervene?”

            “I don’t know. She’s happy, that much is clear. It’d be stupid to tell her to stop being happy.” Becca piled more bacon onto her plate and lathered up on grits. “I just can’t wrap my head around it.”

…

            Petra sat down at edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other, and eyed Molly lasciviously as the tomboy stripped out of her simple outfit.

            “Give me one hint: did he pick the spot, or did you?” Molly sauntered closer, towering over the petit angel sitting before her.

            “It was all me. But, he seems to be enjoying himself.” Petra looked up at her lover’s protruding tits, her lips watering at the erect nipples pointed her way.

            “Alright, so he’s not guaranteed to be in one of your socks, but it’s still a possibility.” Molly kneeled before Petra and pinched the end of one her socks, slowly sliding it off the angel’s ankle and releasing her perfect ped.

            Tell her I don’t have a foot fetish! the hidden Ren communicated telepathically.

            You shouldn’t lie to your wife, Ren, or to your guardian angel for that matter. Molly’s fingers squeezed between each toe, massaging them as she searched for her missing husband.

            I’m not lying! She then tried again with the other foot, finding no luck as she caressed Petra’s pedicured sole.

            My mistake. It’s yourself you need to quit lying to. For good measure, Molly brushed her lips against each foot, kissing the balls and arches and sucking on every toe. Once she could be certain Ren wasn’t there, she stood back up.

            “Hmmm, we can scratch your feet off the list.” Next, Molly bent forward and tucked her arm underneath Petra’s oversized T-shirt. Her hand wrapped as far around the angel’s considerable breast as it could manage, groping around for the missing sprite. She could feel Petra’s hastening pulse and the quick breaths blowing her way as she fondled the pink-haired girl. Molly’s hand inched around Petra’s chest, unable to find what it was looking for. Her fingers delved deep into the angel’s cleavage, getting lost in mounds of fat as she stroked her sternum. Still no Ren, that much was clear, but Molly wanted to be extra thorough and continued stroking and groping until she was satisfied.

            “I’ll give you another hint,” Petra teased, pulling off her shirt as Molly sat beside her. “You’re going to have to go deeper.” Molly scooted over until she was behind Petra, pressing her breasts into the angel’s shoulder blades as she pulled her in tight. With one arm wrapped around her chest, the other snaked its way into her panties, feeling out the entrance to heaven through the fingertips. Molly took her time searching for Ren, making a pitstop at Petra’s clit and polishing the pearl to a mirror sheen. With playful force, Molly’s fingers slipped between the lips, making themselves nice and cozy in the soaking wet walls of Petra’s vagina. But no matter how hard she fingered the angel, Molly could find no traces of her man inside.

            With only a couple viable hiding spots left, Molly collapsed onto the bed, taking the angel with her. She rolled over, pinning Petra face down into the mattress, and rose. “How’d I know you were going to make me poke around in there?” Molly snipped as the angel presented her glorious rear. After pulling the angel’s panties down, she grabbed a bottle of lube conveniently placed on the nightstand and lathered up. “If he is in there, it better not be too deep.”

            “You’ll just have to dive in and find out.” Petra wiggled her butt in anticipation, her decadent cheeks jiggling like vanilla pudding. Molly started with the tips of her fingers, slipping through the puckered rim, before her knuckles breached the gates, until finally her whole fist was engulfed in angelic ass. If Ren was in there, he was too far out of reach for the wrist-deep Molly to find. Although she still hadn’t found her husband, the woman’s efforts weren’t entirely in vain; Petra moaned a choral hymn as Molly rammed her backside. After a few more pumps for good measure, Molly ejected herself, giving Petra a chance to catch her breath. Aside from the layer of lube, Molly’s arm was clean enough to eat off of, the immortal having never once needed to defecate.

            There was only one spot left Molly could think of to check. As Petra sat up, having reached her denouement, Molly grabbed the back of her head, scrunching the angel’s pink locks in her fingers, and forced their lips together. Their tongues twirled around each other in a tumultuous tango, swapping spit like they needed it to survive. Molly’s tongue covered every inch of Petra’s mouth, and yet there were still no signs of her tiny husband.

            “Alright, I give up,” Molly said, pulling out of Petra’s mouth, leaving a trail of spit connecting their plush lips. “Where is he?”

            “Come on, babe. There’s still one place you haven’t checked.” Molly scanned Petra up and down, her concentration wavering as she got lost in the captivating curves. But as she stared at the angel’s tummy, an idea crossed her mind. Molly leaned up against Petra, placing her ear just beneath the other woman’s left breast. Beyond the rapid beat of Petra’s heart, she could faintly hear a splashing sound amongst the gurgling.

            “Ren, are you in her stomach?”

            “It’s about time.” Renton floated naked in the pool within Petra’s belly, bouncing between walls of undulating flesh. With no need to digest, Petra’s stomach was filled not with gastric acid but lavender-scented essential oil and the undigested bolus that remained of her and Ren’s breakfast. “I was afraid I’d have to spend all morning in here.”

            “Don’t even pretend you’re not having fun in there,” Petra chided, poking at her stomach from the outside. “I felt you swimming laps.”

            “It is nice having my own private pool, even if the scenery could use some brightening up.” As Ren waded in “digestive” fluid, the bolus surrounding him evaporated into floral scented mist.

            “Okay, as funny as that it is, how're you going to get him out?” Molly asked.

            “Simple.” Petra vanished in a flash of light, leaving the shrunken sprite suspended in the air for a moment before plummeting onto the bed. And as quickly as she disappeared, she popped back into reality, sitting so that Ren was now between the colossal women. His eyes didn't have enough time to adjust to the morning light with his body sent rocketing upward. Molly plucked him off the bed and pushed her lover into her puckered lips, happy to have finally found him.

            “We're going to the beach today?” Petra, still nude, got off the bed and made for the door. “I'll get a head start, give you two some alone time.” With a wink and another flash, the angel was out of sight.

            “Why'd she walk to the door if she was just going to teleport?” 

            “Who cares?,” Molly giggled, collapsing onto her side with her husband in her hand. She gazed at him, relishing every second they spent together as she brushed her fingers along his miniscule body. Her face loomed over him like a billboard, every gorgeous detail popping out in ultra-high definition. Ren kissed her palm, the puny peck sending tingles coursing through her nerves. She kissed him in return, smushing him against her skin and smothering him in her pillowy lips. Once she had gotten a good enough taste, Molly pulled back and sighed. “I probably shouldn’t keep them waiting any longer.”

            “You’re going to change into your swimsuit now?” Ren asked with glowing eyes. “Where do you plan on hiding me?”

            “I was thinking of letting you pick.” Molly stood up off the side of the bed, towering over Renton like a living mesa, and traced the curvature of her body with her hands. “Top or bottom?” The sprite’s head panned up and down, deliberating his options. It was tough when there were no wrong answers.

            “Bottom!” he finally chose.

            “I was hoping you’d say that.”

…

            Molly walked out onto the soft sands in a sporty two-piece, the blood red crop covering her cleavage while emphasizing her flat tummy. She trotted towards the ocean on the private stretch of beach, feeling the warm sand filter through her toes with every step and taking note of her friends already out at sea. Becca was lounging in an inner tube, letting the waves carry her in her modest one piece. After a lot of begging, Chaz, in colorful trunks that ran down just above the knee, agreed to give Lindsay a piggyback ride. Her floral patterned, tie-side bikini accentuated her perky tits and pert butt, playing no small role in manipulating the meathead to do her bidding, even carrying her through waters that reached up to his collarbone.

            Petra stood at the coastline, letting the waves splash her ankles as she waited for her charge to arrive. Her green microkini left almost nothing to the imagination, doing the Lord's work in restraining her considerable assets. Molly walked up and stood beside her, letting out a slight yelp as the angel groped her rear. Petra's fingers soared across the tomboy’s cheeks and delved into the valley in search of a shrunken stowaway.

            “If you're looking for Ren, he's in the front,” Molly whispered, playfully slapping Petra's wrist away. “You know how to swim, or is that candy wrapper of a swimsuit just for show?”

            “Please, I was swimming before your species knew how to walk on two feet. But I’m always up for a challenge. Race ya!” Petra sprinted into the wake and paddled to the others, while her rival stayed on dry land, rolling her eyes.

            “How about you? Comfy down there?” Molly asked, pulling at her bikini bottom’s elastic. Ren was plastered against her vulva’s lips, threatened to be forced through them from the wedging fabric. He tilted his head back and smiled, throwing her a thumbs up.

            “Remember, I don’t need to breathe, so don’t worry about keeping me submerged.” The view of his wife from below was one he never grew tired of. Her body rising like a solid wall with her face overtaking his sky, it was a beautiful reminder of how much she mattered and of how much his world revolved around her. Molly released the fabric, sinking him into darkness, and pressed him into her crotch with her finger, never taking for granted how intimate they could forever be since Ren’s resurrection.

            Molly ran into the drink until it came to her waist and then front crawled towards her friends. Ren felt the onslaught of water crash into him as it snuck through the slight gaps in Molly’s bikini. Fortunately, the tight fabric held him place, along with the labia with which he was half inserted between. Had he slipped out, he could always call Petra for help, though he feared the possibility of becoming fish food before she arrived. Molly could also hear him as long as he remained within ten feet, even fully underwater.

            A few, puffy clouds dotted the otherwise sunny sky. The waves were low and relatively calm, spritzing the air with a salty mist. By the time Molly reached her friends, Chaz and Lindsay were both wading in the water, splashing each other. From how wet Lindsay’s long brown hair was, it was apparent that Chaz had dropped her, though whether it was intentional or not was unclear. Becca was still in her inner tube, helping Chaz drown her best friend in splashes. As Molly rushed in to join them, she looked around and realized someone was missing.

            “Where’s Petra?”

            “Wasn’t she with you?” Lindsay asked.

            “We haven’t seen her,” Becca added. The four looked around. There were other beach goers out in the distance, some surfers, waveboarders, a sailboat, but no Petra to be seen. Ren would have helped them look, but he was sunk halfway into his lover’s vagina, pushed in by the current. As Molly treaded water, her kicking thighs only managed to nudge him further inside.

            “Ah! Shark!” Lindsay screamed, clinging onto Chaz’s hunky shoulder upon feeling something swim by her. The three shot back and stared into the water, searching for the dreaded fish, but nothing could be seen beneath clear, azure drink.

            “You sure?” Chaz asked. “I don’t see- Ah!” Something brushed past his leg, and he wrapped his arms around Lindsay in hopes embracing the smaller girl would protect him. Becca perched onto her inflatable ring like a cat trying to avoid getting wet, but as hard as she looked, she couldn’t see anything in the water. Molly dipped beneath the surface, turning in all directions to lay eyes on the fish, but there was nothing around, no sign of a shark or an angel.

            Suddenly, a riptide blew her way, and Molly could have sworn she heard a raving cackle amongst the current. By this point, Ren was fully submerged, and his wife had to concentrate as hard as she could to stay focused on the task at hand, ignoring the puny punching and kicking going on in her sensitive, inner skin. Following the flow, she turned around and saw a Cheshire grin floating beneath the waves. Molly watched it ascend out of the water and followed it to the surface.

            “Ta-da!” The pink-haired gremlin shouted, nearly scaring Becca off her tube.

            “Petra!!!!” they all shouted, eliciting more cackling from the angel. Now that they were safe, Chaz let go of Lindsay, though she remained clung to him. Becca dipped back into the water, hanging off her life preserver. Molly fought the urge to shove her whole hand through her slit as Ren writhed inside her. And then, she noticed what Petra was holding.

            Waving in the wind like a blood red flag, Molly’s bikini bottoms flapped and fluttered, suspended around Petra’s finger. “Give those back!” Molly reached out to grab them, but her arousal had opened her vagina enough for a stream of water to leak in. The ocean current slammed Ren against the very back of the underwater cavern he was trapped in, causing Molly to keel over from the unwanted pleasure.

            “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Becca asked, diving into the water to see to her friend.

            “Yeah. I think a fish swam up my vaj,” Molly grunted. “Not a bad catch, if I do say so myself.” While they talked, Petra swam backwards to the coast, waving her stolen treasure to taunt them.

            “Well, while you deal with that, I’ll go grab your panties.” Becca swam after Petra to which the angel picked up speed to maintain a fair distance. With those two far enough away and Chaz busy trying to get Lindsay to let go of him, Molly dove beneath the surface and stuck her fingers down her crotch. The slight stream running through her open vulva wasn’t very strong, but for a centimeter tall sprite, it was like swimming upriver. The giant wife thrusted and clenched in attempt to force her husband out, squeezing him through little by little until he could finally grab hold of her finger tip. Once she felt him, she pulled him out, reeling her arm back and fishing her catch out from its hole. She couldn’t help but laugh at the little guppy wiggling between her fingers, sending air bubbles rising to the surface. Before breaching for air, Molly tucked Ren into her crop top, securing the sprite between her breasts as she ascended.

            Back on the surface, Lindsay and Chaz had swam closer to her, the latter trying his best not to look below the waves at Molly’s bare bottom. Petra and Becca had made it to shore, the two running around like rambunctious tots playing tag. Even a ways out from shore, the three could see how much Petra bounced while running. It was truly a miracle that her swimsuit maintained what little coverage it provided.

            “Take care of your little burrower?” Lindsay asked.

            “Mmhm, his manners could use some work, but his technique wasn't half bad.”

            “You've sure been popular this week,” she laughed. “If you keep this up, people are going to think you're easy.”

            “No one would blame me if they saw how handsome the bugger was.” Listening to Molly speak, Chaz couldn't believe he was jealous of a fish.

            Back on shore, Becca and Petra were wrestling over the discarded swimsuit, covering themselves in sand as they rolled about. “Think about how much we'd make if we sold tickets to this,” Lindsay posited.

            “Can you two go put a stop to them, and get my clothes back?” With a nod and grin, the pair swam to shore, leaving Molly out at sea to with the fish as her only company. As soon as they had gotten far enough, Molly squeezed her breasts together, grinding the sprite between her soft & wet mounds. She tugged on the collar of her crop and peered through the hole at the battered, grinning tiny below.

            “You did all that on purpose!”

            “Did not!” he protested with a smirk. “You realize how little control I have at this size? Even a gentle stream is enough to send me spiraling.”

            “Right.” Molly pulled herself onto Becca's inner tube and lounged in it, continuing to smack and knead Ren with her boobs. “I didn't hear any complaining though.”

            “I said it wasn't intentional, not that it wasn't enjoyable. There's a difference.” Renton lost himself in the tumultuous waves of flesh. The salt water had soaked into his wife's skin, giving it a savory flavor and aroma as the mounds overtook his senses.

            “I suppose I'd say the same.” Back on the beach, Petra had handed over the bottoms to Lindsay, but now she and Becca were bickering over who was going to bring them back, the latter believing she did all the hard work in reacquiring them. Molly saw her chance and pulled Ren out from his compartment. “Hon, when's the last time you went down a waterslide?”

            “I want to say at least a decade ago.” With one finger, Molly pinned his body just above her abdomen. Sitting in the inner tube, her torso formed a slope leading to her partially submerged waist.

            “Let's see how you fare then.” She released her hold, sending Ren slipping down her soaked midriff. The tiny flailed throughout his descent, failing to gain control as he plummeted down his wife's body. Upon reaching the navel, Ren flew over the divot and hit his head on the lower rim of her belly button, sending the sprite flipping through the air. Molly burst out laughing as the flying Ren landed on her matted bush peeking out from the water. 

            “What's so funny?” Lindsay asked from beside the inner tube. Becca was wading next to her, holding up Molly's missing swimwear. Petra and Chaz were swimming up behind them.

            “Nothing. Just glad to be here with you all.” Molly grabbed her bottoms and dipped underwater to put them back on, covering up the shrunken man entangled in her blonde pubes.

…

            After spending all day at the beach, the group decided to wash up and head into town. Everyone took turns showering, even Petra. While she’d normally use magic to freshen up, the angel thought it’d be fun to try to do things as a human would. Scrubbing herself with soap-filled hands was certainly more tedious, but there was a novel satisfaction in accomplishing a task through her own effort, and standing beneath the showerhead was quite soothing to boot. Molly decided she’d shower last, having her own plans in mind.

            “You guys go on without me. I’ll catch up later,” Molly told the group. “I’d like some alone time if that’s okay.”

            “Of course it is,” Becca declared. She wrapped her arms around Molly in a tight hug. “Text us when you’re ready, and we’ll let you know where we are at.” Becca joined up with the others who waved and left. Before stepping out the door, Petra turned and ran up to her, knowing full well how the woman was going to spend her “alone” time.

            “Don’t get yourself worn out,” the angel whispered into her ear. “I’ve got a special surprise for tonight.” Petra pecked her on the cheek and skipped out of the house to rejoin the others. An intriguing promise to be sure, but Molly pushed it out of mind for now, having more important things to focus on. Once they were all gone, Molly waltzed into the bathroom and removed her damp swimsuit.

            “I can’t believe you’re still hanging there,” Molly teased, looking down at her groin. Ren had been trapped in his wife’s pubic snare for hours, squirming against his matted bonds. If anything, his struggling only got him further entrenched, the hairs tightening around his limbs like a toy finger-trap. Molly sat down on the toilet lid and fiddled with her pubes, trying to help her lover out. “God, I’m going to have to shave.”

            “After you get me out, right?” Ren didn’t like the evil glare she beamed his way.

            “What’s got you worried?” She licked her lips, the fearful expression on his puny face fueling her arousal. “You’re invincible after all.”

            “Yeah, but getting dragged along a razor doesn’t sound very comfortable.”

            “Fine,” she sighed. With enough effort, she was finally able to set him free, bringing him up to her lips for a kiss. He tasted rather salty, having spent most of the afternoon underwater, but she didn’t mind as she lathered him in love. By this point, all Ren could taste was salt, but he didn’t mind so long as Molly was having fun.

            After prying him from her lips, Molly got up and stepped into the shower, placing Ren at the far edge of the floor. As to be expected from the lavish beach house, the walk-in shower was of the finest luxury, covered in hardwood tiling like a sauna and encased in crystal-clear glass. Molly turned the faucet on, pelting her body in a spray of water. The miniscule Ren was far enough that the water pooling at Molly’s feet couldn’t reach him and suck him down the drain in the center of the floor. Still, she felt the need to glance at him every few seconds to be on the safe side, even if he could holler for Petra at a moment’s notice.

            The sprite wasn’t worried, too mesmerized by his monolithic wife to have any concern for himself. Water cascaded down her naked body like a waterfall colliding with the cliffside. She stood over him like a goddess of the rain, brushing off grains of sand the size of his head. After lathering herself in strawberry bodywash, Molly bent over and pinched Ren between her fingers. Dropping him into her palm, she squirted the body wash onto him, rubbing him down with her massive digits. All he had to do was snap his fingers twice, and he’d be clean, but Molly wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to do it herself.

            Once Renton was clean and rinsed off, Molly pressed him into her nipple, grinding his torso into her pink stub. She dragged him under her boob and across her abs, biting her lips as she felt his erection prod against her drizzling skin. Upon reaching the waist, she pulled him off her and tossed him into her mouth. She rolled him around on her tongue, sucking on his entire body as she stood beneath the showerhead. For Ren, the hot waters from outside were replaced with warm, thick saliva, coating every part of him as his wife’s tongue writhed against his puny frame. He could feel her tastebuds rub against his skin, massaging his member as they passed by. But before he could get off, Molly spat him out onto her palm.

            She turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower, lowering Ren onto a washcloth on the counter while she dried herself off with a real towel. Once they were dry, a corner of the washcloth now covered in saliva, Molly picked her lover back up and carried him to the master bedroom. Petra had cleaned the bed’s sheets while waiting on the others to shower, using magic this time instead of bothering with the manual method. Molly sat down on it with her knees bent on their sides, her soles facing parallel to another, and plopped Ren in between the podiatric walls.

            “I’m going to take a quick nap. Mind keeping my tired feet company?” Ren nodded and gave the thumbs up, recognizing the fruitlessness in protesting. Molly scooped him up between her big and index toe, holding him tight while she readjusted herself. She laid face down with her legs stretched out, soles pointing to the ceiling. After Molly relaxed her grip, Ren pulled himself out and clambered up to the arch of her right foot. Every wrinkle, every contour was like a trench to his tiny form, but he got down on all fours and kissed his lover’s sole. Her skin oozed with the sweet scent of strawberries, almost luring him to slumber as he kissed and rubbed. But he held strong, too enamored by Molly’s enormity to fall asleep on the job. As kissing progressed into licking, Ren felt his foundation stir, Molly’s toes wiggling happily before him. He slowly made his way to the ball, the grooves of her hardened skin feeling ruggedly rich against his tongue.

            On the nightstand beside her, Molly set an alarm for a half hour later, knowing without it, she could spend an eternity in that bed.

…

            The group of four walked along the sidewalk, leaving behind the residential area to enter the bustling vacation town. While Lindsay and Chaz chatted aimlessly up front, Becca fell back to talk to Petra.

            “Petra, about Molly, you see…”

            “It’s cool. I know about Ren. How much he means to her.”

            “O-oh.” Becca was caught off guard but breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t been sure what to make of the stranger, having to place her trust in Molly’s judgement.

            “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to replace him or anything. I’m just here to make sure Molly has fun on her Spring Break.” Petra could feel the uncertainty radiating from Becca. She wished she could tell the girl about Ren’s status amongst the living, to ease the burden of caring for her best friend, but his existence had to remain a secret, even to those it’d benefit to know.

            “And you’re okay with that?”

            “Yep! I’m a people pleaser. As long as everyone around me’s happy, then so am I.” Petra snuck a few glances at the pair in front of them, devising all sorts of ways to get those two to be “happy” together.

            “I guess you’re not the settle down and get married type, huh.”

            “Would you like me to be?” Petra asked, hitting her with a mischievous smile. But to the angel’s chagrin, Becca remained unphased.

            “Nah. ‘Be whoever you are’ is my motto.” Becca looked up at the setting sun and grinned, feeling the warmth exuding from those around her. “And thanks. For helping us take care of Molly.”

            “Don’t mention it. Just think of me as her guardian angel.”