Molly Curt Naked In School Chapter 4
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While the rest of the folks at the Pritchard compound found places to grab a few hours of sleep, Patricia and Ben were too stirred by what they had seen during the night to even think of sleep.
Lisa was not interested in sleep, either. She was playing, people were listening, and they were enjoying it. It was a totally new experience for her and she just could not pull herself from the keyboard. Only when Patricia and Ben, talking quietly in the back of the auditorium, were the only listeners left did she stop playing.
Quickly, both Patricia and Ben hurried to talk to the girl. They introduced themselves and told Lisa what had just happened to them.
"I guess I should be upset with you for working for the Program, but now that it's gone, I just can't find the anger," Lisa said.
"Lisa, one of the problems with our jobs was that we never saw in person what was happening to the kids in the schools. I like to think that we would have felt differently if we had," Patricia said.
"I think maybe things are changing for a lot of people after what Molly and Curt did," Lisa commented.
"They are something, aren't they," Patricia said. "I couldn't tell - are they a couple?"
"No, they're not, but they should be," Lisa said sharply.
"Oh? What's the story there?" Patricia asked.
"I think Molly is in love with Curt, but he holds back. Molly says it's because he thinks they live in two different worlds."
"And you don't agree with that?"
Lisa sighed. "I can't say it's wrong. I've spent most of the last ten days at the Parkhurst mansion. They are nice people and treated me well, but it really is completely different than my home."
"But if Molly and Curt love each other..."
"What can I say," Lisa demurred with a shrug.
"Lisa, before I went to work for the Program, I worked for a talent agency. I know a lot about music and performers. I would say you had an excellent teacher."
"Yes, it was one thing my parents spent money on for me. I'm not sure why, but I am glad they did."
"You should start looking for places to play in public."
"Oh, I don't think ... you know, after all of this, maybe I could."
"I assume you've never accompanied anyone."
"A couple of times for recitals in class at school, but that's all."
"Well, it's an excellent way to break in. Do you play best by reading music or by improvising?" Patricia asked.
"I try to memorize quickly. I don't like having to look at the music. Sometimes I sit and just let things flow."
"Are you too tired to just improvise a little right now?"
"Playing is better than sleep for me," Lisa said, and turned right back to the keys. For ten minutes, she played a version of a popular romantic song, using her own chord progressions and stylings.
When Lisa turned back to face the couple, Patricia was silent, then looked a couple of times at Ben rather nervously. Finally, she spoke. "Lisa, we don't know for sure where we're going to live, but I want to make you an offer. You can come and live with us and I will help you get your musical career started."
"Oh, I don't know if I could leave home, Patricia."
"Just keep it in mind. Here's my wireless number. If something happens, just call."
Ben had managed not to react at what his lover said. He was not sure how he felt about it, but he could tell that it was a time for solidarity. If there was to be an argument, it would be later, in private. "I think that's a great idea, Lisa. Patricia knows talent. If she thinks you can make it, you can."
"I ... thanks. It's just ... thanks."
When Lisa left them, Ben became thoughtful and said "I wonder how Summer is handling all of this. On a personal level, I feel bad for her."
"I know what you mean. That's not the way we like to do things," Patricia agreed. "Do you think a 'how're you doing' call would be out of order?"
Ben was more than relieved that his lover had suggested it, and they actually reached Summer at her office. Both were surprised at the relative serenity they detected. That did not fit the circumstances at all. Summer should have been distraught and edgy. She did not lash out at the couple at all and did not even make any negative remarks about Pritchard.
When Jason called everyone together at two in the afternoon to try to analyze the situation, Ben led off by saying "I need to tell you something about Summer. We called her this morning, just a courtesy call. She was ... unruffled ... serene ... contented, even. We were surprised and puzzled."
"Hmmm," Jason commented. "Joe Richter called me later Saturday night, after our original conversation. He told me that the President had said that Summer called the President. She told Garrett that she thought he would have to shut the Program down for his own good."
"Bitch!" Patricia spat out.
"What?" Jason asked.
"Summer's happy because she thinks she's going to land on her feet. To hell with all of her people, though," Patricia said angrily.
"Honey, that doesn't sound like Summer," Ben objected. "Hasn't she always watched out for her people pretty well?"
"I guess," Patricia said, showing some uncertainty. There followed a period of silence as everyone tried to absorb what the newcomers had told them.
"For whatever reason, Summer is really tight with Garrett," Ben said to break the silence.
"I can see why, if she gave up the Program on purpose for his benefit," Jason observed.
"Several times I've heard her say 'No Federal program has ever been shut down, and mine won't be the first," Ben mused out loud.
"That's it! That's it!" Carter came right out of her chair as she said it.
"I know what you're thinking," Ben joined in. "The organization stays in place, just does something different."
"Right. That has to be the plan," Carter said. "It fits with all of the facts and observations."
"But what else could they do?" asked Porter, who had been invited.
"School security - terrorism preparedness," Carter said. "That's what this is all setting up."
"I'm impressed, people. Great work. Your special knowledge and insights were key, Patricia and Ben. Porter, are you willing to run with this?"
"I'm not going to think about it anymore. I'm just going to say it and see what happens. You haven't been wrong yet."
"This is a disaster!" Garrett snarled. "It might have been better to just let the damned ads run! His lead strategist would have loved to find a hole to crawl into at that point.
"Has Homeland come up with anything that looks credible?" the strategist asked, trying to divert the focus a little.
Chief of Staff answered. "A bit of luck, there. There actually have been several apparently unrelated plots unearthed over the last several months. It turns out that three of them are quite similar. Also, they are spread across the country. I think we can make a credible story out of it, take the wind out of the criticism."
"Well, that's something. We don't have any choice but to follow through," Garrett said.
Porter's latest segment had predicted that the Program staff would be 'drafted' into duty as school preparedness officials. The stated rationale would be that there was a definite need for that level of attention and there was no budget for another whole organization. Regrets about having to shut down a beneficial, popular program like Naked in School would be expressed, but at a time of national crisis, priorities would have to be set. Retraining of the existing Program staff people would begin immediately. Porter further went on to suggest that a suitable threat to the schools would be found to justify the shutdown and the massive reassignment.
Not that there weren't misgivings among the President's inner circle. "How can we expect people to go from enforcing the fondling of naked teens to making our schools safe from terrorism," one strategist asked.
"We can't," Garrett admitted, "but we have to do it this way. We cannot just shut down the program. It would look like we were forced into it. It would look like a bunch of kids made us blink."
"But the people who ran the Program are so far from Homeland Security types! A lot of them hate anything military, intelligence, or security related!"
"I think we will be pleasantly surprised how quickly most of them will change their thinking when their paycheck and their pension are on the line," Garrett said. "I'm more worried about the kids, though."
"Why so?"
"We've been so successful at keeping teens docile. You know that most of the demonstrations, rallies, and such involve college students. If they don't get that mindset in high school, they don't march in college."
"But the Program was never truly legal," the advisor pointed out. "It was pretty much a sitting duck, looking back on it."
"But the kids don't see it that way," Garrett warned. "They saw something they didn't like, they got talked into making noise about it, and now it's gone. What if they start thinking they can do that about other things?"
"I can't imagine what else they could find to complain about."
It was Ben who first had the disturbing thought. After running it by Patricia, the two of them sought out Carter. "Carter, maybe I'm being paranoid, but I'm worried about what is going to happen when school starts again, specifically about what some of the former compliance officers are going to do."
"You mean you're afraid some might go postal?"
"Oh! I hadn't thought of that. Let me think out loud for a moment," Ben said. "We've got these people who are used to having absolute dictorial power over the kids. They have quite likely been given new absolute dictatorial power, considering the way the Department of Education works."
"That's a reasonable, potentially frightening scenario," Carter admitted. "We'll have to see if we can find out what 'powers' they have been given."
"A lot of these people are distraught and very angry over the demise of the Program. For many of them, the last thing they would want to be involved in is anything smacking of military or security or law enforcement."
"Ahhhh! So you fear some instances of retaliation against kids?" Carter asked. "What kinds of things are you worried about?"
"I don't even know," Ben admitted. "I just had thoughts about some angry, power-mad compliance officers, working under a probably ill-defined set of rules, given minimal training - I think you get the picture."
"Unfortunately, I do," Carter said. "The problem is, what do we do about it? How do we protect against something going wrong?"
"Ben, Honey," Patricia broke in. "Let's take the high road on this one."
"Huh?"
"Let's call Summer and share the concern. Tell her she needs to protect herself. Explain your fears."
"Carter," Ben said, "do you think Mr. Pritchard would prefer to just let things happen, but have lawyers or police standing by?"
"I'm going to take into consideration your past impressions of Jason and let that pass," Carter said sharply. "No, he absolutely would not hang any kids out as bait! Call Friedel and see if you can get her to keep those people out of the schools until everyone knows the rules."
"I'm ... I'm sorry," Ben said contritely. "I should know after what he did the other night. You're right, though. He has been the bogeyman for a long time. Honey, let's call Summer."
It took about three hours before Summer was on the line. Ben immediately relayed his concerns. "Why are you telling me this, Ben? I would think your boss would be happy if some of our people screwed up."
"We have had a very wrong impression of Jason Pritchard, I'm afraid. The things that the Program did to kids, he would never think of doing."
"That's pretty cold, Ben. You still haven't told my why you're calling me."
"Summer, despite the way we left, I don't want to see you get caught in any kind of a mess. If you turn those people loose right away with little training, no control, and probably less legal authority than the Program had, there could be big trouble. After what has just happened, Jason Pritchard will be watching like a hawk for any kind of scandal. Patricia and I will be helping him watch. Please. Just keep your people out of the schools until you are sure they are under control."
There was a long silence from Summer's end, so Ben added "Remember, if anything goes wrong, it will be Garrett that is embarrassed, too. That would be a shame for both of you after the way you sacrificed to protect him."
"You make a good point, Ben," Summer admiitted. "I do appreciate the warning. I had never thought of there being a problem."
When the call ended, Carter said "Let me set up a talk with Jason. He needs to hear your thoughts."
What followed was pure Jason. Paul was in the meeting and Jason addressed him. "Set up a legit organization, logo, website, the whole nine yards. Give it some name that implies protecting school districts. Then, let's get some warning messages out about just the kinds of things Ben mentioned.
"A lot of districts are smarting from the Program backlash. If we can set ourselves up as watching out for their real interests, versus the government just jerking them around, we have another wedge. Be sure to mention the legal moves that were planned against districts and individuals if the program had been alive Monday.
"Ben, great work! Patricia, I thought we were 'buying' you and Ben to strike a blow at Friedel. It looks like we're getting a major bonus."
When the meeting was over, Carter went with Patricia and Ben for a coffee. "Is this, uh, normal?" Patricia asked in wonder.
"Oh, no," Carter responded. "Sometimes, it gets really crazy." The three shared a laugh over that.
"Was the President planning to restart school this week?" Summer asked the Chief of Staff when she got him on the phone later.
"Thursday was what we had talked about."
"Well, if he starts that early, I don't think I can have my people ready," Summer warned.
"Is it that difficult?"
"Remember, we had a bunch of kids, with a big organization and lots of money behind them, just waiting to take legal action against everything we did. At best, our new brief as terrorism prevention is on shaky legal ground.
"I've got people who..." and Summer parroted some of the things that Ben had mentioned. "There's a lot of skepticism out there about this move, you know. If we don't do this perfectly, we're going to catch it from all sides, and that means the President catches it, too."
"Hmmm. That's good thinking, Summer. I see your point. What is your suggestion."
"Well, school can start, but I think my people should be totally absent until we're ready. We should have some formal training, and let's have enabling legislation BEFORE we do anything this time. Remember, the sharks are waiting out there."
"All right, Summer. Get all of your people to D.C. by Friday. We'll get everything set up to start training. We'll arrange housing and training facilities. There will also be a curriculum developed as we go. I'll make sure a bill is floated tomorrow."
Wednesday morning, Jason's plane brought Lisa and the Parkhurst children back to town. To everyone's complete surprise, Lisa immediately undressed.
"Why, Lisa?" Bert asked.
"My being naked at home puts lots of pressure on my parents and I still have to find out the big secret that terrifies my mother."
"And now, you can just undress any time you want to?"
"It's ... it's not that easy," Lisa insisted. "It's just here that I can feel OK with it. It's a tactic, Bert. As soon as I figure out what's wrong with my family - my mother, I'll get dressed and stay that way."
By the time Darryl dropped Lisa at home, it was mid-morning. The boys were with friends and her dad was at work. It had been a progression for Beth from shock and anger to depression. The last couple of days, she had been morose and uncommunicative. Lisa had always considered her something of a drama queen, but seeing her mother that morning, she was beginning to believe that it was not all for show.
After fixing a light brunch for herself, Lisa ate in silence while Beth mostly just stared at her. Finally, Beth asked "What did you mean you told your story at those rallies?"
"About how I was planning to kill myself."
"Th ... that can't be!" Beth shouted. "There's no reason..."
"Mother!" Lisa snapped. "You just shut up!! You don't know what the hell you're talking about. I told you! Until you've gone naked in front of your friends, you have no right to tell me what I should or shouldn't feel!"
Beth's mouth just dropped open and stayed that way. Lisa had never, ever used any kind of profanity. Until this week, she had never shouted back at either parent. For her to interrupt and shout over anyone was unheard of. There was no question that the daughter Beth thought she knew was not the naked person sitting across from her.
Part of Lisa knew that it was wrong, but her mother's discomfiture made her feel good. She wished that she was above such vengeful pleasure, but she was not. There was so much criticism, so many cruel put-downs over so many years. Beth had no idea how deep were the scars that she had inflicted.
Lisa's physical dissimilarity to her parents and siblings was something that she thought about quite often. Those differences extended to her grandparents on both sides, and neither her aunts or uncles nor any of her cousins resembled her. She was a genetic anomaly in her entire family. Hair and skin coloring, tendency to overweight, facial features, even musical talent just did not fit anywhere in the family tree.
If the differences ever came up in discussion, Beth just went ballistic, so all of their relatives and acquaintances knew to avoid the subject. Cassie and Penny had mentioned it a few times, but they, too, soon understood that it was a taboo subject.
When Molly had returned home, she had immediately started talking with Lisa. If Bert had taken such an interest in the girl, Molly wanted to know why. In addition, Lisa was any excellent example of the kind of trauma inflicted on many teens by the Program.
Molly had always been a good conversationalist, and her recent experiences helping kids had just improved her perceptiveness and sensitivity. By Saturday, Lisa was pouring her heart out to Molly about her family situation and how estranged she felt. Realizing the depth of Molly's knowledge on so many subjects, Lisa began asking about her genetic background and how she could be so different from the rest of her family.
Molly's honest response that it was statistically almost impossible was not comforting to Lisa, but the honesty just reinforced Lisa's almost worshipful attitude toward Molly. When Molly mentioned DNA testing, Lisa was at first horrified. She did not even want to think that she was adopted, even if that would have explained so many things. Nevertheless, the questions were even more in the front of her mind after talking with Molly.
Sunday, for the short time that she was home, Lisa had felt out of place. Certainly the fact that she wore no clothes at home alienated her, especially from her mother, but it was more than that.
The idea came in a flash and she did not take time to consider it before she blurted out "Mother, am I adopted and you just never told me?" The look of mixed shock and terror on Beth's face gave Lisa a perverse pleasure, but only until Beth fainted away and slid to the floor, suffering some nasty bumps on the way down.
Beth's faint was rather brief, and by the time Lisa was hovering over her, Beth was trying to sit up, holding her bruised head. Pre-Program Lisa would have been remorseful, probably in tears, and would have dropped the subject and done her best to comfort her mother.
Beth had wanted the Program to change her daughter, and she certainly got change, just not what she expected. The whole experience of preparing to survive the Program had hardened Lisa in ways that no one could have predicted. She helped her mother back into the chair, then sat down across from her again. "Wh ... why would you ask that?" Beth stammered, once she had recaptured some of her composure.
Lisa just stared at her mother, then, in a voice that sounded to Beth like some cruel stranger, Lisa asked "Are you going to tell me the truth, Mother, or shall I get the DNA analysis done?"
The minimal composure that Beth had regained was lost very quickly, along with the contents of her stomach. In just a few seconds, she was on her knees on the floor, retching violently. Some of the mess got on the T-shirt she was wearing, and the rest spread across the floor. She barely avoided falling face-down in the puddle.
Instead of helping her mother to the bathroom, the 'new' Lisa grabbed the phone and called her father's wireless. "Better come home," Lisa said in a flat voice. "Mother's in pretty bad shape."
"Bad shape? How?" her father asked.
"She's on the floor throwing up. Earlier, she fainted," Lisa explained with no show of emotion.
"What caused that?" he asked.
"I, uh, just asked her some questions," Lisa responded.
"What kind of questions?" he demanded. When she did not answer, he said "Lisa! Please!" When she told him, he just hung up.
A half hour later, Roger had returned home and had gotten Beth cleaned up and into bed. He found Lisa in the family room, staring at nothing. "You really didn't know?" he asked as he collapsed into a chair facing her.
"Know what, Dad?"
"That I'm not your biological father." Her parents were married two years when Lisa was born. That meant her mother had an affair after she was married. After all her posturing!
"How long have you known?" Lisa asked in a listless voice.
"Since you were born," he told her.
"She doesn't know that you know?" she asked.
"Not until just now."
"Why didn't you tell her?"
He just stared at the naked girl for a while before saying quietly "I guess you could call it punishment. Revenge. I wanted her to worry about me finding out. The guilt would be worse than anything I could do to her."
"How could you do that?" she screamed at him.
"Lisa, I've tried to be a good father to you. I've treated you the same as the boys."
"Except that you made it so she dumped all of her fear and shit on me for all these years!" she shouted as she stomped off toward her room.
When she came down fifteen minutes later with her bag packed, he was sitting in the same place. "Lisa, please. Don't run off again. We need to work this out."
"No, you need to work it out, 'DAD'! If you figure out some way we can be a family, you let me know. Can't say that I'll be holding my breath."
"Where are you going to go?"
"Who knows. Maybe to Hooverton. Maybe I should have just killed myself like I planned. Still could. Why do you care, anyway?"
"That's not fair, Lisa. I really have tried to be a good father."
"Except that you could have stopped all the shit I had to live with and you never did. You saw what she did to me! I think you wanted to punish ME, too. Didn't you?"
"No, that's not right, I..." the slamming of the front door cut off the rest of his sentence.
"I suppose I had still better get out of town," Curt said to Jordan when he came to her door late Wednesday morning.
"Mom and Dad are both at work," Jordan answered. "Come on in. I don't think anyone will recognize your car."
"Are there still some hotheads ready to kill me?"
"Not around school, anyway, she assured him. "Um, Curt. I have to do this," Jordan said shakily. To his complete surprise, she shed the shorts and top that turned out to be her only garments.
"Why did you have to do that, Jordan? It's not something I expect you to do?"
"The threat of having to go around school naked got me thinking a lot, Curt. It seems like everyone just treats it as no big deal - they can go naked anywhere they want."
"You're wrong, Jordan. It's not nearly everybody. It's just that the people who do make all the noise and get all of the publicity."
"Well, whatever. I just had to see if I could do it. I couldn't with my family, so you're it."
"Well, thank you, Jordan."
"Th ... thank you?"
"Thank you for having that kind of trust in me. Thank you for the gift. I guess I'm terribly old fashioned, but to me, letting me see all of your body is a very personal, very special gift."
He saw her shiver involuntarily when he said that. "It's a while before lunchtime and the temperature's not too bad. Can we go out in back for a while."
The neighbors can see, though, can't they?"
"Not unless they really try. I guess I want to test myself. Curt, can you, uh..."
He knew what she wanted, and he had to decide on his response quickly. "Jordan, even though I did that TV thing, showing my body is something special to me."
"I know."
That made it perfectly clear. She had given him a clear sign of her desire for intimacy. She wanted a response from him. The quandary in his mind was not resolved, but this was Jordan. Other than his mother, she was the closest female to him. If he gave her this intimacy, was it really a commitment for more? Was it really an acknowledgment of love and a desire for a romantic relationship?
Whether his mind was made up on his romantic future or not, this was Jordan, and he just could not hurt her. Trying not to show any reluctance, he shed his own clothes.
Staring at him up and down, Jordan said "Those video clips don't compare to the real thing." Then she took him by the hand and led him out to the patio.
There, he found out that the un-Jordan-like surprises were not nearly finished. He sat in a reclining deck chair, and she laid herself right beside him. She was on her side, pressed tightly against him. With her hand shaking, she reached over and cupped his sac.
"Curt, I don't expect an engagement ring, or a promise of eternal love, or anything. I want to enjoy my best friend who has this awesome body. I want to feel some of the things that women are supposed to enjoy. Just because my body is still mostly little girl doesn't mean I don't have all the hormones working. Is this OK? Please?"
She was as open, honest, guileless, and sweet a person as Curt had ever known. He could not imagine how much courage it had taken to lay herself open like that, so vulnerable. There was no way he could hurt her. Despite the intended disclaimer of her words, her gentle hand said 'love', and even 'worship'.
He was not at all sure where this would lead, but with Jordan, there were only positives, none of the problems of a possible relationship with Molly. If he tried to think about what love was, almost everything came back to Jordan. Maybe it wasn't as hard as he was trying to make it.
The situation was guaranteed to promote intimacy. Her bare, smooth body felt wonderful against him and her worshipful hand had him well on his way to full hardness. She was looking down at what she was doing, so he put two fingers under her chin and gently lifted her face up. Then, he lowered his own face and kissed her gently.
She was the one who pulled back from the kiss, but only long enough to look searchingly into his eyes. Regardless of her incomplete physical development, what Curt saw in her eyes was all woman. She must have liked what she saw, as well, because she resumed the kiss, with much more pressure and much more intensity.
"Jordan, Honey," he said when the second kiss broke, not missing the flash of pure adoration on her face at his first use of the affectionate name, "I would feel much more comfortable in your bed, wouldn't you?"
She almost jumped to her feet, holding out her hand to him. He made her squeal by scooping her up in his arms as soon as he was on his feet. With her arms tightly around his neck, she stuck her tongue in his ear. That was no girlish move!
In the bedroom, she had him lie on his back as she knelt beside him. Running her hand over his muscular chest, she told him "I can't count the hours I've watched those clips. This is so beautiful, and every muscle makes me drool. I have to admit, though, that most of my time is spent staring at this," and she wrapped her other hand around his partially deflated cock.
"Curt, I can tell that you're having trouble deciding, and I know who my competition is. In a way, I would feel bad if I somehow won you away from Molly because she's such an awesome person. I know my body doesn't compare with Molly's at all, but I really think it will get better."
"Jordan, please don't think that I would choose based on bodies. I can't deny having strong feelings for Molly, but I'm a realist. Molly and I really are from different worlds. Except for this recent craziness, there isn't much that we share.
"With you, Jordan, I share so many years and so many experiences. To me, that's important. I don't honestly know what love is, but maybe what we have between us is the real thing, and I just haven't realized it. Today, you're so ... so different."
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Tracy woke from a short, deep sleep and had heard the phone ring and parts of a brief conversation. Some instinct told her that it had to do with the NiS team. Being as secretive as she could, she opened the door of Porter's spare bedroom a crack and listened as Porter argued with someone. In the process, Tracy heard Porter repeat an address. Taking no more chance of discovery, Tracy hurried back to bed and faked sleep. It was a good precaution because Porter looked into the room just before...
"Can I take you up on that invitation to hang out here?" Bert asked as Gretchen opened to his knock and could not lift her eyes from his crotch. "Invit ... Oh, yeah. Sure. Come on in. We're all watching TV." "All?" he asked. "Erma's here, too." Sunday had been an unbelievable day. Molly was gone. He needed a break from his often depressing, often infuriating time on the websites about the Program. The farther he stayed from his parents, the better, yet he needed to be with...
"Don't be silly, Lisa. He'll be hurt if you don't sleep with him," Molly said. Lisa was reluctant to take her now customary place in Bert's bed when they returned around midnight Thursday. "You're sure he won't be upset with me for not skinny dipping this afternoon?" "Why has he had you sleeping in his bed? Why has he talked you into getting naked a few times?" "He says so I can survive the Program. But about all I can survive right now is having a boy in the showers with...
That Monday evening, teens across the country were experiencing a wide range of emotions after their first day of going to school naked. As just a few random samples, Mandy, Mason, Darren, and the others could not possibly represent the breadth and variety of the experiences of all the new Program participants. The great majority went through the initial shock, fear, embarrassment, and even panic and finished up the day little the worse for wear. Some, like Mason, had not come down from...
Mandy (Amanda only when her mother was upset) stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully trimming the edges of her pubic hair with a scissors. She had already shortened it quite a bit all over, and she was a little alarmed that she might have gone too far. Her lower lips were definitely more visible than before she had started the grooming. It was barely dawn on Monday, but she had not slept for hours, anyway. It had all started with that strange phone call early Sunday evening,...
"Come on, I'll go with you. The women are all here right now." At the entrance to the kitchen, Bert backed away, and Molly had to talk hard to him. She was losing, but Erma, the cook, just happened to come out where they were. It was questionable who was the most shocked, but they got through the explanation, and the fifty-year-old Erma was able to joke around and tease Bert in her usual fashion, calming him a little. Erma was a wonderful cook and had been with them for twelve years. She...
Sunday afternoon, when it was time for Darryl to drive Lisa home, literally the entire Parkhurst household gathered to send her off. It was certainly a far different Lisa than had arrived just a week and a day earlier. The embarrassment over her body was still there as she stood in nothing but her sandals, accepting hugs and well-wishes from everyone. It seemed that the blush covered every bulge and roll on her, but it was just the fact that she was exposing it all that was the most...
A number of the Program's headquarters employees had teenaged children. Most of those kids were plugged into the usual teenaged spots on the Web. For whatever reasons, none of them had said anything to their parents about the 'Surviving' and other anti-Program sites. When the ads began to appear, they were placed on general-use pages, not those aimed at teens. Thus, just before midnight Friday, Summer received the first panicked call. Her call to Ben was her immediate reaction. "Summer,...
Molly held Tom’s cock and started to rub it up and down, it was the first time she had wanked Tom’s cock his shaft was real thick and a huge cock head, she was scared to have it in her, Tom and Molly had been together for 2 years and wanted to take their relationship to the next stage they had done the preliminary fondling and had made Molly have a small orgasm, she so wanted to have Tom inside her but still being a virgin she was scared it would hurt, Tom groaned as she rubbed it a bit faster,...
Copyright© 1995 It was along toward the end of my marriage... it would drag on another four years or so, but it was over, all right. My wife was off at another of her interminable religious meetings and I was home watching our three year old. Ever since Bobby was born, Pat had gotten more and more into this weird "off-shoot of an off-shoot" of some Protestant sect. I could tell you which one, but it wouldn't mean anything to you so, why waste the ink? Bobby was asleep in her crib, and I was...
I sampled a couple of beers and the bartender told me of an old pub down the road a little way. I figured, I want to go to a real pub and hang out so I went. I arrived already slightly buzzed. I sat down and after a short time a few younger women cam over and sat down. Now I'm not homely, I'm 6'3" 215 lbs and I sport about an 81/2" cock. I talked to the girls for awhile, as best as I could anyway. One young woman in particular struck my fancy. Molly was about 5'6" slightly chubby but...
Molly: Making of a SlaveMolly was a very unfortunate young girl. Life had thrown many obstacles in her path at an early age. Attractiveness wasn’t one of her problems though, she didn’t look like a model by any means, but that’s not to say she wasn’t a beautiful young girl. She was really more cute, a cute beautiful. Molly stood 5’3? tall and had shoulder length red hair much befitting her Irish heritage. Her skin was a very light, interspersed with freckles, which only intensified her...
THE SEDUTION OF MOLLYCHAPTER 1 ''You mean she's really coming mom?'' The young girl asked with such excitement in her voice. Molly had been waiting for nearly three years to hear those words. The words that told that her Aunt Hazel was coming to town. Molly Jean is just your normal s*******n year old high school girl. She is beautiful and smart. She loves her mom and dad, and her little brother Sam. She loves hanging out with her friends from school, and church. In a few weeks she will be...
Molly and Jacob sat at their kitchen table for breakfast, each doing homework. The twins may have looked the same, but the outgoing Molly had established her dominant role early on, despite being born second. "Hey shit head, what did you get for that polynomial factor question?" she asked without looking up from the binder she was scribbling in with a short pencil. "Bite me, cunt lips," he replied. "Did you figure it out or got bored half-way through and jerk off?" she looked up with a...
John Castle sat in the Airport waiting the arrival of Molly his 24 year old daughter. He had lucked out getting a parking place close to the terminal and consequently had a bit of a wait before her plane was due to land. It was almost 5 years since the terrible event that had changed their lives. Maureen so dear to both of them as Wife and Mother had been killed instantly when a drunk driver ran a Red light. John and "Mo", as Molly called her before she could say Mom, had gone to grade school...
Ashleigh smiled around the cock of the boy thrusting in and out of her mouth, sucking at it a bit harder. She was lying on her back in the middle of a group of men, some who she knew, some who she didn’t. Her best friend had just turned twenty one and of course threw a party, complete with alcohol, illicit drugs, and an endless supply of sex. Ashleigh had a cock in each of her hands, and she stroked and pumped them to the best of her ability, spreading their pre-cum over the lengths of the...
Molly was pissed. “How did I get talked into this?” She thought as she pulled on her tight jeans and sucked in her breath so she could close the zipper. As reluctant as she was to keep this appointment, it had taken her longer than normal to get going. Now she was running very late and was fumbling around her bathroom in a half-hearted attempt to look presentable before she went out. Her vibrant and usually smiling features required little in the way of enhancement, a little lipstick...
Molly was pissed. “How did I get talked into this?” She thought as she pulled on her tight jeans and sucked in her breath so she could close the zipper. As reluctant as she was to keep this appointment, it had taken her longer than normal to get going. Now she was running very late and was fumbling around her bathroom in a half-hearted attempt to look presentable before she went out. Her vibrant and usually smiling features required little in the way of enhancement, a little...
Straight SexKiss, kiss Molly’s lipsKiss, kiss Molly’s lips— the VaselinesWe were on a bike ride. Originally, there were four of us — my daughter, her friend Ruth, her friend Molly and me. They were all home from college, energetic young women who had grown up together and were looking to relive some of the sights and activities of their c***dhood.That’s what led us to Gusse Woods, a large forest preserve criss-crossed with bike paths. About 10 years earlier, the four of us had been here on an ill-fated...
these events actually happened. Names have been changed. Geographical locations have not, as it ads to context. The week after Christmas, 1982 up to New Year 1983. Those were some of the happiest years of my life up to that point. The week between Christmas and New Year was a busy one for both of us. Molly, being a manager spent, literally, opening and closing at the return/exchange booth. I on the other hand, was dropped to 25 hours. My saving grace is people that had purchased new...
Chapter 1 I was still learning the layout of the school on the first day and was grateful that my first class was my free period. I was wandering the halls in search of the teachers’ lounge, and more importantly a cup of coffee, when a gorgeous, petite blonde ran into me as I rounded the corner. I staggered back briefly and instinctively wrapped my arms around the energetic woman. We both stared at each other for a moment; then she blushed brightly. I followed the crimson wave as it...
I love scents. People undervalue our sense of smell. As John and I sat for breakfast that morning - inside this time as it had started raining - the delightful aroma of our croissants and coffee blended with the gorgeous scent of Tom’s cum wafting up from my tits while we ate. I kept closing my eyes to replay what had just happened; rubbing some of the cum into my skin.“God, what a beautiful cock he has!” I said to John, as if he needed reminding, having just watched me devour it. “The way he...
SwingersSince surviving the terrible erotic activities, Molly had been tricked into participating in that night on the Island off the Brazilian Coast; the unpleasant memories had eventually faded with the passing of time. Molly was still happy she had done it for Antonio. However after—both knew they never wanted to attend any other of the Group's harsh and cruel activities. Molly, greatly relieved, had settled back into her comfortable familiar routine. She thought happily to herself, I love Rio de...
This is a long and true story. Names have been changed. Geographical locations such as buildings, towns, defunct department stores are true. These events happened from November 1982 to about March 1984. [Sunday Morning After Solstice. After not necessarily a marathon session, complete with clapping and cheers from the DINK (Dual Income no k**s) neighbors, I awoke with the aroma of fresh coffee and Molly sitting on the bed. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead. We are going to Church. It's about...
Molly Grows Up A Short Story By Maryanne Peters Mark had never been to the officers of Albert Setter, Head of Security. It was on the ground floor of their large office block in Durham Street. When he entered he was surprised how large it was - he had expected a small office suited to a man who dished out the pass cards. In fact, the office was well appointed with bookshelves, a lounge area and a large old style desk, behind which sat the heavy set Albert Setter. "See here my...
There is no sex in this story, if that is what you want I suggest you go elsewhere. This is a story about an older man and two much younger women, the relationship they form and his ultimate reward. I'm not sure how to categorize this story. I guess its best just to say it's a story. This is a little different tale than I have written before. I hope you enjoy it. Appreciate the comments, both good and bad. It is the only way a writer knows if his work is worthwhile. On with the story. The...
My heart groans as I attempt to write this, but I know the story needs to be told. I know I need to reach deep within myself and find the courage to tell it. It all started when I carried out my childhood dream – to be a camp counselor. I applied to a YMCA camp when I was 18 years old and made the High Ropes staff. I could not be happier. As my senior year in high school came to a close, jitterbugs entered my stomach. A lot of old-timers would not be returning and I had no idea who would make...
This is another improbable romance in the genre of, ‘Pretty Woman’. It includes a sweet tale of love with more than ample stroke material. He walked through the door of what was euphemistically known as a ‘lingerie modeling studio’. For twenty five bucks at the front door a hopefully young and attractive women would dance seductively in revealing lingerie while the customer sat in a chair and jerked off. As long as she didn’t show any pink, ass hole or nipple and there was no bodily contact it...
During the summer, I scored a big contract with the town school board and began working with an architect on a new school design. It was to be a departure from the conventional school configuration and I was, for the first time in a long time, really excited about something. On top of that, although the contract for materials would go through the bid process, local suppliers would be given preference. I was pretty sure my employer would get a better than even chance to win what would be a...
Note; Read Molly and Me for the first part of this story. So my girlfriend Molly and I had just finished fucking when we head the rumblings of motorcycles. It came from the big parking lot. Molly is my DD girlfriend who together with her friends, Cathy in particular, like to go to bars, strut their stuff, get free drinks and then bail out on the now excited guys in the bar. Molly would call me and then I would go and pick up her and if her partner, usually the aforementioned Cathy,...
My thanks, as always, to ErikThread, for this excellent work and helpful suggestions. Any errors or omissions are mine alone. * More often than not, things don’t work out the way you plan them. The unexpected pops up to surprise you. Such was the case with Molly and Marilyn and me. The Pickled Pumpkin has a very nice new location. It re-opened a few months ago, nestled among the fir trees at the base of a mountain. It used to be housed in a dark, sprawling building across the street, but the...
Chapter OneMrs. Wilson had taken Molly from the orphanage years ago, and Molly knew she ought to be grateful: Mrs. Wilson could have hired a maid with some experience, and she had recently decided that Molly ought to be trained up in order to get a job as a paid companion someday. But Mrs. Wilson was strict, and Molly couldn't even count the number of times she'd been birched or whipped or otherwise punished for breaking some small object or rule.?Do you know why I have asked you to stand here...
Molly was a sister of my best friend Tom. She was 6 years younger than Tom, a little cutie who played in the garden, while Tom and me were busy doing all the important things teenage boys do. We built a hut, ride bikes, steal cherries and apples from other gardens, and sometimes we went fishing instead of going to school. We fought, too. One day when I got beaten by a group of older boys Tom helped me throwing stones at them. Well, one stone hit me, but the other stones hit the bullies and the...
This is the story of my year and a half relationship with my first long term friend/lover. The names of people have been changed. Geographical locations, names of long defunct retail establishments are real. As we had finished Thanksgiving dinner, we hated to eat and run, but both Molly and I had to work the next day. Molly's older sisters gave me the perfunctory hug and the peck on the cheek. Both her parents hugged me. I had never met a family so happy. Perhaps they were happy to see...
I keep telling them that this behavior will eventually get them in trouble, and this story is just how much they trouble they got into, and dragged me into it too. First, Molly and Cathy share a few attributes. They are both blond, cute and stacked. I know Molly is a 38DD because I have sucked and kissed them on many a date. I also know Cathy's DD too, because one afternoon, after Molly and I got up off the rug in Cathy’s apartment, Cathy would let us meet there because it was a...
Molly Girl Janet L. Stickney [email protected] "I know that you don't think so, but after what you did, this is going to happen regardless, unless you want to move out that is! That was the very last straw! Now just stand still while I lace this up!" I stood there like a dummy as the corset was laced tight, compressing my waist to an unimaginable size, then watched as the outfit was pulled over my head and buttoned up the back. After I stepped into the shoes and she...
This is a true story. I have changed the names. Mi categorized this as voyeur even though we were not watching, nor was anyone watching, as much as when Molly and I had our romps in bed, we definitely put on an audible show for the neighbors. So much so as they would applaud. Molly and I dated, rolled in the sheets for a year and a half. Our career choices made us grow apart. The story does not have a sad ending. This is part five of a multi part story. This is more of a reconture of...
There I was, wandering around the hotel's public rooms, somewhat furtively asking people I vaguely remembered meeting in the previous few days if they'd seen my wife Molly, and at the same time trying not to make it too obvious that I'd completely lost track of her. I'll be honest with you, I was getting more than a little worried; I'd last seen Molly about three hours previously and she'd been in conversation with the very disreputable Gordon Hamster. Hamster wasn't exactly a...
Molly Ahern made her way to the front of the bus. It was her stop to get off, or so she thought, it was late and dark outside and she couldn't see where she was exactly. "Mind the step there dear" the driver said as she stepped down. The door hissed shut behind her and the bus drove away ... its lights slowly diminishing into the distance. It was then she realized she'd made a terrible mistake. Frobisher Rd was over on the other side of the industrial estate and not where the driver had...
Molly brushed her bangs out of her eyes, the wind gusts blowing her shoulder-length straight red hair around as she stood on the front steps of her house, waving goodbye to the car that was pulling out of the driveway. She could see her father through the car window as he drove away; her mother turned back in the passenger seat to wave back at her. As the car moved down the street, Molly waved again, and turned back to go inside the house. Although it was very bright and sunny, it was still...
MasturbationChapter 3 “What the FUCK are you doing here?” Sandra screamed at me. Gee, I guess she hasn’t gotten over my part in her getting expelled. But I wasn’t here to talk about the past, I was more concerned with the future. “Nice to see you too Sandra. I need to talk to your sister.” “She isn’t here asshole, so go away or I’ll call the cops.” I knew that arguing with her was a bad idea, so I tried a different tactic, “Look, I’m here to help her. She could get into a lot of trouble for...
This is a true story. I changed the names of the people, but geographical locations, names of defunct department stores are real. Molly lay on her back, still breathing heavy for a couple of minutes. The warm glow of the candles she lit and the wine I had consumed in the hot tub made the events surreal. "Either I had multiples or I had one long, long orgasm. I have never had that before. " "Everything just happened. I guess it started when you were running your hands on my chest. That...
Chapter 2 I went home for Christmas break the next afternoon. I was afraid to face Molly after the encounter in the limo. She called twice while I was away and I let it go to voice mail both times. I called when I knew she would be busy and left a message for her. Megan called as well, but didn’t leave a message. I didn’t call her back. What could I say? I was infatuated with her married sister and even though it was never going to go anywhere, I could never be with her as I knew it...
He was just over eight-years-old and stuck at home for his summer vacation. All alone in his big home, without any parents or guardians. It was normal for him, but this time something in him changed. Little Toby Jones was a curious boy. He had no parents and lived with his extremely frugal grandparents, two tightwads who claimed that they couldn't afford to buy a lot of the things that he needed such as underwear and socks or even a TV. He was small for his age, and had long hair...
________________ “Jimmy, I have to get to class.” Molly panted as a clumsy hand worked its way up her shirt and found a taught breast. “You can be a bit late.” Jimmy whispered in her ear. His hot breath tickled her throat and caused a delicate shiver to flutter down her spine. His lips found her earlobe for a quick nip as his fingers searched for the nipple straining against her cotton bra. “Mr Gardener can get so mean though.” Molly whimpered, but her arms around Jimmy’s neck didn’t...
Several hours had passed since Tim left Molly and returned to the hotel lobby. He went directly to his new room, which was ready as he had expected. Even though Tim had showered once already that morning, when he got into his room he immediately stripped for the calming waters again. When he emerged, Tim felt more tired than refreshed. More than anything, he wanted to climb into his fresh bed and sleep for a long time, in hopes that life would make sense again when he awoke. But, he knew...
Welcome to twitter.com/mollypills_! What the fuck is the Dude doing on Twitter when he has plenty of room to hate on his own website, you might be wondering?! It turns out that Twitter is much more fun when you have a fine rack to stare at! Today, I want to write about Molly Pills, an American model, hiker, and pornstar that got my attention.First of all, her curves are bomb. Secondly, she is an anal slut, and such chicks inspire me, and thirdly, I want to give her a proper push. This review is...
Twitter Porn AccountsPART 2: Molly became aware of her surroundings. Near the end of the very dimly lit alley, she realized it was a good block back to the main street. She only guessed at the hour, figuring she had been fucked for almost two hours. Looking around some more, she found her clothes. Wrinkled a little, but intact just the same. Slowly, she began to get dressed. Her white panties were stretched out a little, but served to help keep the sperm from running too much down her tan thighs. Next she pulled...
When Tim woke up in the morning, he was aware of his surroundings much more quickly than he had been upon waking the night before. Almost immediately he knew he was in his mother's hotel room because of a problem with his own. He knew she had insisted he stay there rather than waiting up in the lobby for another room to be ready. He was even cognizant of the fact that that he was in Molly's bed. But he was not completely certain about the other events of the night as he thought he...