1. 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

    Molly. She was home. "What time is it?" I asked, my voice probably muffled considering my mouth was practically in my chest. "10:32." She answered quietly. I didn't respond, and I could tell she let herself in when I felt someone sit down next to me. Molly's hand snaked her way up my back, and began to rub it sympathetically. "You want to ask me what's wrong, don't you?" I asked her after a while. I could hear her smile sweetly. "You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want." I sighed and uncurled. "Nah, it's really no big deal." I replied. "I'm just a b-" A loud text tone stopped me in my tracks. Most teens wouldn't care and would just finish their sentences, but I really wasn't one for texting. It was unusual for anyone to text me. Molly looked over at the phone, still on the bedside table. "Want me to get that for you?" she asked. "Yeah, sure, why not." I replied in a defeated tone. She looked at me then, hesitantly, picked up the phone and gingerly put it in my outstretched hand. I turned on the screen and opened the messages. It was from my dad. Hey. How's your mom? I need you at my place this weekend, no negotiations. You need to do some work for me. I'll want to hear about your grades when you're here, and I expect to hear good things. You know what will happen if I don't. Dad Molly read my expression as I read the text. "It's your dad, isn't it...?" She timidly asked. My grim scowl turned into a happy grin as I faced Molly. "What, are you kidding?" I merrily ...
    chanted to her. "I love hearing from him! He's my daddy after all! The guy who raised m- oh, wait, that's not right." I sarcastically pretended to be deep in thought as Molly's expression turned to scared. "Well, at least he provided for me so I didn't have to work throughout high school to - oh wait, that's not right either. At least he believes I can achieve my dre- oh, right. Dang. Well, he loves mom. Oh wait, he doesn't." My voice picked up heat while keeping up the happy facade. "At least he loves me! Oh wait , he doesn't! Well, maybe he can just GO TO HELL THEN!!" I yelled the last words at the top of my lungs and threw my phone at the wall with as much force as I could muster. I collapsed into a ball again and began to breathe heavily. After a minute, Molly's arm returned to its sympathetic rubbing circle, but she was now shaking. I could feel her. "I did not need this today." I sighed as I tried still to regulate my breathing. "W-what happened?" Molly asked shakily, bravely still trying to support me despite being downright scared herself. "It seems stupid when I say it out loud." I remarked, uncurling myself again. "I failed a paper. Like, straight F. I guess I misunderstood the content. It's for my main class." Molly understood. I told her a lot. She understood what that meant to my average, and more importantly, what that meant to my dad. "I'm sorry, Aaron." She mumbled, and I moved in for a hug. She gladly accepted. "It's okay. It's okay." I soothed her. "I'm fine. ...