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The Good, The Bad and the Molly - Chapter One

Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male Domination, School, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: BashfulScribe, Rating: 92.2, Source: sexstories.com

awake?" I asked disinterestedly. Chris nodded. "Last time I checked, which was maybe half an hour ago, she was." I shrugged. "May as well go see her then." I told them flatly. "Then I'm gonna hit the hay. You two have a good night." "You too, sweetie." Chris merrily waved me off. Jerome merely raised his hand, eyes still fixed on the TV. *** Molly, true to Chris' word, was in her room, eyes glued to her laptop screen. From behind I could see her tight-fitting shirt, hugging a modestly attractive figure. She was more than one step away from an hourglass, but truth be told, that was a-okay in my books. A lot of girls may have looked conventionally sexy, but Molly looked real. It was a nice change, especially considering what I got up to away from the house. Her red curls hung down past her shoulders, slightly down her back, covering some kind of casual sweatshirt. She was so married to her work that she didn't even see me come in, creep up behind her, and hug her from behind. "Hey, you." I started warmly. She gasped in surprise at the sudden, unforeseen contact, but quickly relaxed. "You scared me!" She accused lightly, trying awkwardly in her chair to return the hug. "Sorry." I said lightly. "Whatcha working on?" "A paper for my classics course." She replied, looking over the screen. "How'd your studying session go?" "Like the rest, I guess." I replied, trying to be subtle about keeping my hands on her shoulders. "History's bland. Don't ever switch into it." She chuckled. "I ... don't think a classics major is that much different." She told me warmly. "Just a few... y'know... thousand years." "...Yeah. Other than that, same thing." I teased. "Shush." She giggled. "I would have thought you'd think it was too late to bother me." "Chris tipped me off." I answered. "We were all upstairs, watching TV and he got onto the topic of how lovely your hair is and stuff." I could practically hear Molly's smile. I could picture it even though I was behind her. "Aw, he's such a sweetheart." She said lovingly. "He should be more serious about school though. He has a performance exam on Monday." I snorted. "Y'know, people complain about stereotypes, and there he is. Theatre major, leather vest, flamboyancy that would put Liberace to shame..." "So?" Molly asked. "It's not like he's harming anyone with it." "Oh, I'm not saying that." I protested. "I'm just saying that he's going to give people the wrong vibes. Some people get weirdly angry when people are like that." "Maybe, but that's their problem, not his." Molly argued. "You're giving him a hard time because of who he is. Lighten up a little." Why was Molly the only girl in the world I had no clue how to talk to? "Sorry." I mumbled lamely, gingerly taking my hands off of her. She sighed. "No, don't be." She said, closing her laptop and whirling around her chair to look at me. "I've just had a long day. I hate studying." "So do most students." I told her. "That's why they don't do it much. They just have fun instead. ...