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The Good, The Bad and the Molly - Chapter Two

Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Humiliation, Male/Female, Male/Teen Female, Romance, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: BashfulScribe, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

groaned. Her shoulders moved forward. "Next topic." She couldn't use this tactic forever, but I had to comply. "Alright, alright." I admitted defeat. "I'm sorry. I'm just concerned." "Got it." She simply said in response, before taking another bite and chewing nervously. The rest of the time there, we ate in silence. It was painful. *** "I heard you had a drama performance today." I made small talk to Chris as we walked through the halls. "How'd that go?" Chris shrugged. "As good as I made it." He responded. "My professor is kind of... one of those, you know? Like, I think I pour my heart and soul into a piece and then it turns out, nope, I didn't use body language enough." He scoffed as he adjusted his neck. "I'm the king of body language." He pouted. "I'll have to ask Jerome when we're home." I joked. "I bet you're fluent." "Always thinking about sex. You are such a slut." He laughed. "You're certainly hell-bent on the idea." I replied lamely. "For reals." He stopped me as he stepped in front of me, putting an outstretched hand on my chest. "Friday night. You were not studying, were you?" I sighed. "...No. Okay? No." "You were with a girl, weren't you?" Chris asked. I pushed his hand away and started walking again. "Yes." I admitted. "Thought so." Chris pushed his hair past his ear and resumed walking with me, his hips swaying as he did. "There's no shame, sweetie. It's fine. You're only young once." "Yeah, sure, whatever." I dismissed him, then stopped. "Just... Don't tell ... Molly. We've been friends for a long time, and I don't know how she'd react to me being a fuckboy." Chris laughed. "You, a fuckboy? Honey, you're the last thing I'd call a fuckboy." I sighed. "I have sex with a lot of girls, Chris. Like, a lot. I like to not learn their names. I like to dominate them then not call them back." Chris looked to the ground in thought. "Do you like to hurt them?" He asked me. "Do you feel happy or proud when you see what happens next? Do you care about their feelings at all?" "I don't feel good, no." I answered honestly. "I feel guilty. I wish I could stop." "Then I wouldn't say you're a fuckboy." Chris informed me. "They take what they want and don't care about the consequences. They don't care about others. I don't think you don't care. I'm no expert, but it sounds like you're addicted to sex. Maybe you should cut back." "Wow, if only drug abuse meetings gave such sound advice." I remarked. "Point taken." Chris muttered. "But still. It's important, especially for your future relationships, to recognize the emotional value of sex. Jer and I only do it on special occasions, like when we really feel the love." "You guys fuck?!" I asked in shock. He nodded with a mischievous smirk on his face. "Oh, can he ever." He replied evilly. "You didn't hear this from me, but he actually gives the best blowjobs." A couple passersby gave us odd glances as they walked past. "We shouldn't be talking about sex out here." I muttered as I continued walking forward. ...