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The Good, The Bad and the Molly - Chapter Three

Date: 9/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male Domination, Male/Female, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Romance, School, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: BashfulScribe, Rating: 91.1, Source: sexstories.com

Chris looked at each other, then back to me. Chris shrugged. "We're just not that kinda people, I guess." Chris suggested. "Okay." I shrugged. "I'll help with the bed. Keep in mind I can apparently only can bench 140." "Oh, you." Chris smirked, then looked at the bottle. His eyes lit up. "Hey! Maybe you should have some! It might help your back." "Uh, no, it's fine." I mumbled, my head turning stormy with the news of the F resurfacing in my head. "Oh, come on!" Chris begged. "It'll be fun. Jer has another whole bottle! You should unwind." "Please, no." I said seriously. "Maybe another time. I got stuff I should do." "You've got tomorrow off. Can't it wait?" Chris begged. "Chris, don't pressure him." Jerome gruffly ordered. Chris sighed annoyedly. "Fiiiiine." He moaned. "More for us anyway. Go do your work, stiff." He sauntered into the living room. Jerome joined him. "You wish I were stiff." I remarked dryly as I walked past them. "Ooh, highlight the homosexuality. Good one. Haven't heard that a million times today." Chris sarcastically called after me as I walked down the stairs. My slight smile I put on for them disappeared, as did any need to pretend to act happy. I sighed as I sat down at my desk. Well, I thought to myself, I don't want this to be a repeat performance. I threw my phone onto the bedside table to make sure it wouldn't distract me, then I booted up my computer and began to work diligently on other assignments, not even bothering to stop and think until they ... were all done. Chris was right, failure was a powerful motivator. But I didn't need this failure. I didn't need the pressure. Not just academically - I felt worthless. An F was a sign you didn't know what you were doing, and I was confident. I fucked up, plain and simple. I wasn't as good as I thought I was. I hated how that was a running theme in my life. I came back to the world of the living once my assignments were done. I didn't even want to look at the clock - I probably toiled hours away removing any excess stress from the next week. But those are small projects in small classes, I thought to myself. You fucked up. Out of habit, I opened up my email. Still thinking about the assignment, I saw an email from Daisy. I opened it to see my paper's text, with criticisms and notes jammed in every corner she could fit. At the bottom sat a footnote. 'Given what the professor asked of you, you misunderstood the topic. Rewrite IMMEDIATELY - I can't see this getting anything better than an F. Bye, Aaron.' No words hit me. I just read. And reread. I was standing up. I was raising my hands. I was slamming them down on the desk, roaring out my fury before retiring to my bed, sitting down on it, collapsing into the best imitation of a ball I could muster. A timid knock on the door was the next thing I heard. "What?" I barked. The door slowly opened, and yet no one said anything. I didn't want to look up from my stomach. "What?" I repeated. "A... are you okay?" Came the timid voice of ...