1. 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

    genius, huh?" She teased back. "I am a genius, thank you very much." I told her with a smile. "Besides, I just don't think I've met the right girl yet. Or maybe I have, and she just hasn't noticed me." "Well then, she's blind." Molly told me, still looking at her computer, away from me. "Any girl would be lucky to have someone like you." My smile faded, but she couldn't see. "Yeah, sure." I replied, making it sound like the smile was still on my face. "Well, whenever you do get a boyfriend, make sure you run him by me first. I want to make sure he's worth your time. Us guys, we got a thing for detecting fuckboys." "Huh?" Molly asked. "What's a... that?" "Fuckboys?" I asked. "Guys who are just in it for the sex, have no emotional attachment. They're usually heartbreakers, but girls usually can tell they're not worth it. Unless the girls just want sex themselves." "Oh, that's just pathetic." Molly replied. "You'd think by university we would have learned that sex is more than just arbitrary humping. You know what? I bet those guys are really lonely on the inside." I stayed quiet for a while. She didn't notice, content to sit typing away. "Bet they are." I finally said. Silence followed, broken by the vibration of Molly's phone on her desk. After a small period of her reading it, she turned the chair around with a smile on her face. "I think we have a winner for this weekend." She told me, grinning, showing off those perfect teeth of hers. "Oh yeah?" I asked her. "What's ...
    that?" "How would you like to come over and have dinner with my parents tomorrow?" She asked me, smiling. *** Molly and I were more than just childhood friends. Our families were lifelong friends, which made our friendship that much better growing up. Every so often, her generous family would invite me over to dinner and for every time I accepted the invitation, the happier I'd be for a next time. Not only was Mr. Sharpton a great cook, but all of the Sharptons for whatever reason loved my company. I often felt like they were happier to have me than my own family. Hell, I practically considered them family. Every dinner was a happy, special occasion without fail, filled with happiness, good food and laughter. "So of course," I continued my story, "the prof has no clue this is happening. After all, the projector screen is behind him, so he isn't looking, right? So he keeps carrying on with his lecture while it's being shown to the whole classroom." The family joined me in laugher. "The whole class saw it?" Mrs. Sharpton asked in disbelief. "The whole class." I confirmed. "I didn't believe it at first. But then I realized, 'yup, that's definitely his e-mail address.' I thought I was going to die laughing." "He came home still laughing about it." Molly reminisced happily before eating a spoonful of mashed potatoes. "As soon as he got home he rushed down and gave me the whole story." "That is so crazy." Mr. Sharpton said amongst chuckles. "I never had professors that weird. Daisy, ...
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