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

    I just... I need to think of something." She broke off the hug. "You could lie." She suggested shyly. "Lie?" I repeated. "Dad knows when I'm lying. No, that's not even an option." "Well, what else are we going to do?" She asked me sorrowfully. "We?" I repeated again. "Molly, there's no 'we' here. I'm the one in deep shit. I'm the one that fucked up here." "You don't have to visit your dad." She offered quietly. "Oh, really?" I asked her, my anger still abundant within me. "And what else am I going to do? You know what he does if I disobey him." "Why are you shouting?" Molly asked me timidly, her body shrunken back. "I don't like it." "Welcome to my fucking world!" I shouted. "This is what my family did to me. Maybe I'm shouting because I'm learning from daddy! Or maybe even mommy! Who's your family, Molly? Oh right, they fucking love you. I'm sure it would be great to have a family like that, and a childhood free from shouting, but I never got treated to anything like that! If this is the worst amount of shouting you've ever experienced, count your fucking blessings! What do you have to say to that?!" Molly never said another word. With lightning speed, she got up and bolted out of my room, her face in her hands. My anger and guilt had their swords pointed at each other for a long while. As soon as I saw Molly run out, they began their battle. "Yeah, that's right." I weakly attempted to shout. "Leave." Guilt won the higher ground as time slipped by and what I had said in the ...
    heat of the moment sunk in. My own words crushed me as I fell back onto the bed, and began to cry. I would spend the remainder of the night there, not even bothering to stop either the tears or the thoughts that swirled around my head. *** It felt pretty darn weird, coming into school on a Tuesday. Normally I never would have, but I had a pretty powerful reason to break tradition. On the way to university, I made a stop, and I was all prepared to face the day. I checked my watch as I approached the lecture hall and sat back on a nearby bench. Soon , I thought as I nervously played with my hands. Very soon. I couldn't recall being this nervous before. I never really had to be vulnerable before, and I wasn't ready to lie to myself again - it was a little bit scary. Suddenly, the classroom doors burst open, and out flooded a torrent of students. I eyed them carefully, but knew I could take my time - I was waiting for a certain someone, someone who was noticeably shy and reserved, someone who waited until the crowd was gone until she bothered to leave the classroom. Every second made me more nervous than the last. If I wasn't already hopped up maybe I might think she was on time, maybe even early, but when Molly finally emerged out the doors of her classics lecture hall I breathed a sigh of relief to myself. She shyly glanced around, her shoulders slightly hunched inwards, and began to walk down the hallway. Swallowing my pride, I jogged after her, eventually catching up to her, ...
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