Alan’s past becomes his present.
By Cheat105. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
It was the beginning of the volleyball postseason, the school's team had once again made it to the playoffs, like they apparently did almost every season. Our school, having the best facilities, would be hosting the playoffs, which meant a lot of girls from other schools would be showing up for the playoffs. But there was one face among them that I never thought I'd see again.
I was leaving my last class of the day, making the long walk across campus to my dorm, like I'd done so many times in the past. Only this time a bus full of girls from another school was in the parking lot, and that's when I saw her, Maria, the girl from my old high school who'd accused me of coercing her into having sex.
She was unloading off the bus in a parade of other girls, I had to double take to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. No, it was definitely her, as I stared a moment in complete shock and terror. I came back to reality and panic set in, and the next thing I knew, I was practically sprinting from the scene, headed toward my dorm at top speed. Upon reaching the dorm, I slowed my pace to hasty walk and quickly made my way through the halls.
"Hey Alan!" I heard Molly's voice in the hall.
I was too panicked to acknowledge her, I just continued walking. I got to my door and fumbled with my key for moment, missing the keyhole on my first couple tries I was trembling so much. When I finally got the door unlocked, I entered and slammed the door behind me, I dropped my stuff on the floor and collapsed face down on my bed. Immediately all those painful memories came flooding back in a tidal wave. I began questioning everything. Why was she here? Why her of all people? Why now? I was finally beginning to enjoy life again, and now Maria has showed up here of all places? Was this the other shoe dropping? Punishment for my arrogance in thinking I could escape the past?
Suddenly before I could even react my door began to open. Damn, I forgot to lock it, I thought. The door opened and in walked Molly.
"Alan, is something wrong?" she asked, sounding concerned.
I must've looked so pitiful laying there in my bed, wallowing in my own grief. I didn't know how to answer her, I'd never told her about my past and she'd certainly never seen me like this. Yet, there she was, showing genuine concern. I couldn't very well lie to her.
"Yes," I replied simply and quietly.
She shut the door then walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"But, what are you doing here Molly?" I asked, quickly realizing that someone could've seen her come in.
"Don't worry about that, everyone else went to dinner, so no one saw me. Now tell me what's wrong?" she asked, gently placing her hand on my back.
Once again, I didn't know how to respond. And whatever I said, it would most likely lead to me revealing my past, my reason for coming to this school in the first place. I didn't know if that was something I was ready to do. Then the fear set in. How would she react? To find out I was accused of something as awful as rape? Surely she'd want nothing to do with me, what girl would?
"Come on, talk to me, Alan." she said, rubbing her hand in circles on my back.
I still just remained silent, the fear and panic keeping me paralyzed.
"Look, you're one of my best friends and I care about you. You know you can tell me anything." she said in a sentimental tone.
She was right, we did pretty much tell each other everything. We practically knew everything about one another. But the one thing I'd never told her about was my past. Though, I have to be honest, the sound of her tender voice and the gentle touch of her hand on my back, were beginning to make me feel a little more at peace. I had to tell her, I needed to tell someone. This thing had been eating me up for so long.
"Okay, You know the bus that just got here?" I started, still face down in my pillow speaking in a low melancholic voice.
"Yeah, the bus from that other school? That's who we're playing in the first playoff game this weekend. Their team will be staying in the guest dorm until our match. What about it?" she replied.
That at least answered my question of why Maria was here, even though that should've been obvious.
"Well, I saw someone I know getting off that bus." I said.
"Oh, an old friend?" Molly asked.
"Not exactly, " I responded.
"Oh, what do you mean?" she asked curiously.
"Well, it's a long story and it's pretty much the reason I came to this school." I said.
"To be honest, I have always been curious as to how you ended up here. I mean it's not every day a guy gets enrolled in a school for girls." she replied.
I was still feeling nervous, but I had resolved to tell her, so there's no backing out now.
"That girl I saw getting off the bus, her name is Maria. Well, we have a bit of a storied past with one another. You see, Maria went to my old high school, and we dated for a bit. Needless to say, it did not end well." I began explaining.
"Continue." Molly said simply, genuinely interested in my story.
"Well, I don't even remember why or how exactly but for whatever reason we ended up having sex in the girl's bathroom during school one day. And some other student caught us, then reported it to a teacher, " I said.
"That doesn't seem so bad, I take it things got worse from there?" Molly said.
"Oh yeah, things got much worse, " I then proceeded to tell Molly the whole story about what happened at my old school and how I ended up here. I even told her about the damage it had done to my home life, how even my own family began shunning me.
When I finished explaining it all, Molly just sat there silent for a moment, I was still face down in my pillow so I couldn't tell you how she looked. But I fully expected her to cut her ties to me right there on the spot. After all, what girl would want to associate themselves with an accused rapist, even as bullshit an accusation as it was.
"Wow, what a bitch!" Molly exclaimed.
I did not expect that kind of response, I immediately sat up and faced her, with a look of disbelief.
"What kind of bitch just turns on you like that?" she questioned.
"Well, I always suspected it was mostly her parents who pressured her into accusing me." I said.
"Still, that's fucked up. And nobody would hear your side? Not even your family?" she asked.
I was in disbelief, and so relieved. She was saying pretty much all the same things I've said on the matter.
"Yeah, pretty much. And the shame is I actually used to be very close with my family, but ever since that shit went down, they all cut their ties with me. My own mother looks at me with disdain every time I see her." I said.
"Wow, I'm so sorry Alan. But look, I want you to know that I believe you." she replied.
"Really?" I asked, still dumbfounded.
"Of course, I trust you. And I know you'd never do anything as dispicable as what those assholes accused you of." she responded.
Molly, seeing that I was still feeling a bit uneasy, then wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace. It was there in her arms that I finally felt a sense of calm and peace. This was the first time that anyone's ever bothered hearing me out and actually believed me. I found myself relaxing in her arms until I was laying down, Molly had followed, never letting go. We both just laid there in my bed, hugging one another.
"Thank you, Molly." I uttered.
I had begun to feel tired. It was only the evening, supper time, yet I felt tired. I guess that slight nervous breakdown after seeing Maria again had really left me drained, but it was more than that. I was usually one to stay up well past midnight, and wake up early, never getting more than a few hours of sleep. My own thoughts and fears had always kept me awake. But laying there in Molly's gentle embrace, I felt as though the weight of the whole world had been lifted from shoulders. Soon enough everything seemed to fade as my weighty eyelids fell, I drifted off to sleep still hugging Molly. This was true nirvana.
I awoke the next day with the bright morning sun beaming through the lone window of my room. I wiped the sleep from eyes and immediately found that Molly was no longer in my bed. Not that I expected her to be there, after all, that would've been a little too risky. But a part of me had kind of wanted to wake up with her beside me. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and checked the time, it was a little after 9 am. I was surprised, for once I had actually managed to get a full night of sleep, I felt well rested, better than I had been in a long time.
I got out of bed and realized that I was still wearing my school uniform, but I also still needed a shower. Luckily, I was sure everyone else was down in the cafeteria having breakfast, so I was free to shower. So I grabbed a change of clothes and my shower supplies: towel, shampoo, body wash, etc. and made my way down the hall to the showers. As I had suspected, they were empty, so I found a stall, turned on the water and quickly went about taking off my clothes.
It didn't take me long to finish showering. I turned off the water and stepped out of the stall, I quickly dried myself off and slipped on a pair of clean boxers. I then noticed my reflection in the mirror, my mother was right after all, I could use a shave and a haircut. My hair had gotten long enough now that it was nearly to my shoulders and my facial hair, while only being 18 I didn't get too much growth, there was still enough that I looked pretty scruffy. The only problem was I didn't even own a razor or shaving cream, so I'd need to go buy some, which I could also get a haircut while I was out.
I then pulled on a pair of running shorts and gathered up my things, and began making my way out of the bathroom. But as I was walking out, someone else was walking in. It was a girl that lived in the dorm. Neither of us noticed each other and I walked right into her, she let out a sudden yelp of shock as she began to fall to the floor. But I, having pretty decent reflexes, dropped my things and managed to catch the girl by her arms before she fell. She reached out a hand and put it on my shirtless chest as she braced herself.
"Woah, you okay?" I asked, once she was stable.
She didn't respond, she only stared straight ahead, her hand still planted on my firm chest.
"You okay?" I asked again.
"Wha; huh; yeah. Yeah, I'm okay." She stuttered, taking her hand off my chest, looking and sounding as though she'd just woken up from a trance.
"Yeah, sorry about bumping into you, I wasn't looking where I was going." I said, bending down to pick up my things.
"It's alright, um; Alan, right?" she asked.
"Yep" I replied.
"I'm Samantha, but everyone just calls me Sam." she said, reaching out her hand.
"Well, nice to meet ya, Samantha. I'm gonna get out of your way now, see ya around." I said, shaking her hand before exiting the bathroom.
Hmm, Nice girl, I thought as I walked down the hall to my room. I'd seen her around the dorm before, in fact I recognized her as one of the many girls that would usually give me the stink eye when I walked past, so I'd pegged her as one of those stuck-up types. But in that brief encounter, she actually seemed like a fairly nice girl, guess I should reserve my premature judgements in the future.
I made it back to my room, where I put my dirty clothes in my laundry hamper and then took a seat at my computer desk. I booted up my computer and then checked my facebook notifications. That's when my good mood came to screeching halt, one of those notifications was a message from none other than Maria herself. Yeah, though I'd gotten a new phone number, I never did block her on facebook, I'm an idiot.
We need to talk.
I almost cringed as I read her simple message. I leaned back in my chair and just stared at the computer screen. Just like that, my good mood had vanished. After talking with Molly the night before, I'd gotten a good night's rest and was feeling great for once. Such a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, I felt like I could fly. But upon seeing that message, I came crashing and burning right back down to earth, back to reality. This girl, once again serving as a reminder that I could never escape my past. Needless to say, I did not reply to her message. Instead I sat there my mind going over everything again, it was like a highlight reel of my life's worst hits. Then, I began to feel angry, and I just sat there stewing in it, my eyes still fixed on that damn message.
"Fuck!" I yelled, in a fit of rage I drove my fist into the screen as hard as I could, the monitor fell from the desk, showing a black spot where my fist had hit with dozens of little black cracks surrounding it.
What was left of the picture flashed a few times before the whole screen just went blank.
"God damn it!" I yelled as I immediately realized the damage I'd done.
I stood up from desk still seething in anger. I needed to get out of there, before anything else ended up broken. I quickly changed into a pair of jeans and put on a t-shirt, then socks and shoes, all the while screaming obscenities. I stormed out of my room, slamming the door behind me. I walked down the hall, my face red with anger, muttering further vulgarities to myself. Just about every girl in the building stared in shock as I walked past.
When I got outside, I walked around for a while, breathing in the fresh air. Letting myself cool off a bit, I finally had a moment of clarity. I'd never blown up like that before, I surprised myself. Even after the incident at the old school, my anger was quickly sated and I had resigned myself to just being mellow and uncaring. But now, I couldn't be mellow, I had finally lost my shit. And then as if the shit-storm couldn't get any more severe, my phone began to ring, I was getting a call. What wonderful timing, I thought sarcastically to myself. I quickly dug the phone out of my pocket and answered it without even checking to see who it was.
"What?" I answered the phone angrily.
"It's your mother, what kind of way is that to answer your phone?" the voice asked on the other side of the call.
"I'm pissed off, what do you want? Call to criticize me some more?" I replied tersely, lamenting on how it seemed like the only time my mother ever spoke to me was to criticize me for something.
"What's wrong, honey? Better yet just come talk to me in my office, okay sweetie?" my mother responded in her motherly tone, that I hadn't heard in what felt like ages.
Honey? Sweetie? What the hell was going on? I wondered. She hadn't called me those words in a long time, and that tone of voice. What the hell? I asked myself.
"Okay" I finally replied, hanging up the phone.
I was thoroughly confused, so much so that my anger had subsided for the moment. Why did she sound so nice all the sudden? I was so confused but at the same time, curious, there was no way I wasn't going to go see her, just to figure out what was going on. I began making my way across the campus to the main building where mom's office was located.
When I got to her office, she was sitting at her desk and immediately stopped everything she was doing as I walked in. She looked directly at me, but it wasn't the face of contempt I usually got from her, she looked, caring? Like she was actually glad to see me. I took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk, still dumbfounded.
My mother stood up from her desk, then walked around to where I was sitting and suddenly fell to her knees in front of me, looking up at me with tears forming in her eyes. I was taken aback, not sure what to say or do.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I know you must hate me" she said, the tears now running down her cheeks.
I was stunned. Frozen and speechless. What the fuck is going on? I asked in my inner monologue.
"That girl, Maria. She came and told me everything, Oh god, sweetie. I'm so sorry, I should've listened to you, instead I've been treating you like crap all this time" she said, now fully crying.
I still couldn't speak. Maria actually told her the truth? Holy shit, I thought.
"Please, forgive me honey" she said through her sobs.
I just sat there staring in disbelief at the sight before me, my mother was on her knees sobbing and begging for my forgiveness. Honestly, it was the one thing I'd wanted for a long time. However, seeing my mother in tears wasn't something I'd ever wanted, I wanted an apology to be sure, but I never wanted to see her cry, she was still my mom after all. In seconds, my familial instincts kicked in, I'd forgotten about all the rage inside me and all I could think about was comforting my weeping mother. I leaned forward in my chair and wrapped my mother in my arms, feeling some tears begin to form in my own eyes. Mom gratefully received my embrace and wrapped her arms around me in reciprocity, burying her head in my shoulder, still crying.
"It's alright, mom." I finally said.
"No, it's not. You're my son, my baby boy, and I vilified you," She said, breaking our embrace.
"I forgive you." I cut her off.
"How could you forgive me? How do you not hate me?" she asked.
"Because, you're my mother and I love you, I never stopped. I could never hate you." I answered.
It was true, of course. I could never hate my mother, no matter the disrepair our relationship was in.
"I love you too, sweetie." mom said, wrapping me in another embrace.
We stayed there hugging like that, not saying a word, for several minutes. Until she'd finally stopped crying and I helped her up off the floor. She took a seat back behind her desk and grabbed a tissue to wipe the remaining tears and the streaks from where her make-up had run.
"So, honey, you were upset about something when I called you a while ago?" mom said.
"Uh, oh yeah, I accidently knocked my computer monitor off my desk and the screen cracked." I told her a little white lie, deciding to leave out all the stuff about Maria as I didn't want her worrying.
"Oh, well how'd that happen?" she asked.
"I was moving some stuff around and bumped into it by accident." I said.
Yeah, I know, not the greatest lie in the world, but luckily she didn't press too much.
"Oh, you need to be more careful, honey." she said, with me nodding in response.
As nice as it would've been to stay and chat with my mother longer, I did have stuff I needed to do. Such as going into town and buying a new computer monitor, because I would need my computer back in working order before classes resume on Monday. Besides, I'm sure she had work to do anyways, considering she was in the office on a Saturday.
"Well, I need to get going. You think I can borrow the car? I gotta go buy a new monitor." I said.
"Sure, oh, do you need any money?" she asked, as she began digging through her purse.
"Nah, I still got some left over from my summer job." I said.
"Alright, here ya go. Hurry back, okay?" she said, reaching out her hand, holding the car keys.
"Thanks mom. Be back in a bit." I replied, taking the keys and leaving her office.
I made my way out of her office and out to the parking lot where I found mom's car. I got in the car and pulled out of the parking space. As I left the school campus and began the drive into town, I thought about mom's apology. Sure, it was nice to finally hear her apologize and while I did let her know I forgive her, there was still a ways to go before our relationship would be fully repaired. But I felt like we were finally in a place now that we could actually start working on repairing our damaged relationship, of course it wasn't only our relationship that was in disrepair. There was also the rest of my family: my older sister, my aunt and my two cousins.
Once I got into town, the first thing I did was go to the electronics store. There, I bought a new monitor, the same model I had before. While I was out, I also decided to go ahead and get a haircut, after leaving the barber I went stopped by a convenience store where I bought some razors and shaving cream. Then after grabbing a bite to eat, I made the drive back to the school. All in all, the little trip had taken a little over an hour and cost me a decent chunk of the money I'd saved from working during the summer.
Back at the school, I took mom her keys, then once again left her office, but not before she complimented my new haircut. It wasn't a major haircut, only enough so the front wasn't in my eyes and so the sides weren't covering my ears, and the back cut so it wasn't down on my shoulders. Anyways, after leaving her office I began the walk across the campus carrying the bag with the shaving stuff in it and the box with my new monitor in it hoisted up on my shoulder.
It was a rather lengthy walk, but the monitor wasn't very heavy so it didn't bother me. As I hauled the monitor through the halls of the dorm, all eyes were on me. I didn't pay them any mind, I just kept walking. Though, there were sure to be questions after the scene I'd made earlier in the day. When I got to my room, I set the monitor down on my bed and began unboxing it. I then unhooked the cables from the back of my old monitor and set it aside as I hooked up the new one. I put the old monitor in the empty box left over from the new one and set it on the floor at the foot of my bed where it was out of the way. With that taken care of, I decided to go ahead and shave. I went to the bathroom, which was luckily empty, with a razor and shaving cream, along with a towel. It didn't take me very long to shave and when I finished I looked at myself in the mirror for a bit. Not bad, I thought. With the new haircut and clean shaven face, all in all I thought I looked pretty good.
I then returned to my room where I sat at my computer and browsed the web. Yes, it is a pretty boring life I lead, pretty much the only excitement I get is from the girls. I wondered what they'd think of my new look. Speaking of which, I hadn't heard from any of them all day.
"Fuck!" I said to myself.
I'd just suddenly remembered that tonight was the girls' big playoff game, against Maria's team. I was so wrapped up in my own bullshit that I'd completely forgotten about it. Damn, how self-absorbed can I be? I thought. I was always sure to attend their games, but not because I like the sport or anything. I did it because Molly liked to have me there rooting for her. All I could do was hope she wasn't too upset.
I continued thinking about my blunder for the rest of the night. I'd even skipped dinner, although I wasn't very hungry after my big lunch anyways, so it didn't bother me. It was around midnight when I heard a knock on my door, I could I guess who it was. I got up and answered the door, sure enough, it was Molly, still in her volleyball uniform and she did not look happy. In fact, she looked quite sad.
This can't be good, I thought. I ushered her into my room, being sure no one saw. Neither of us said a word for a couple of minutes.
"We lost." Molly finally broke the silence, staring at the floor with an obvious sadness in her demeanor.
I began to feel sad for her. I knew how much volleyball meant to her and losing in the playoffs had to be a major blow.
"Why weren't you at the game, Alan? I kept looking up throughout the game, but you were nowhere to be found." she said, looking up at me, with tears forming in her eyes.
Oh no, I thought. Don't tell me they lost because she was worried about me rather than the game? I began to feel even worse, especially after she began to cry. I'd never seen her cry before. She always came off as so strong.
"I am so sorry, Molly. I don't know what else to say." I said, as I wrapped her in my arms to try and comfort her.
Molly accepted the hug and wrapped her arms around me.
"It's okay, but where were you?" she said.
"I know I promised to be there, but today I was so wrapped up in my own world and I just completely forgot about the game. I'm sorry, Molly, truly." I told her.
I hated making excuses, yet I found myself making one anyways.
"What happened? Is everything okay?" she said, as we broke our embrace and sat on the edge of my bed.
Here she was, crushed over her loss, but she was still concerned about me. I didn't deserve to have someone as good as her in my life. I then told her pretty much the whole story of my day, as she listened attentively.
"Wow, you broke your computer?" she said with a giggle after I finished explaining everything.
Luckily she had cheered up a bit by the time I'd finished walking her through my day. She'd even stopped crying and managed a giggle over me hauling off and punching my monitor.
"Yeah, I did." I giggled at it a bit myself. "But, it's alright, as you can see, I bought a new one." I continued.
"At least your mom finally apologized to you." she said. "Just think, if she'd called you sooner, then maybe you wouldn't have punched your computer." she giggled once again at the irony of it.
Sure, she was teasing me now, but it didn't bother me. I was just glad to see her feeling better.
"I know, right?" I replied.
"By the way, I see you got a haircut and you shaved. Looks good." She said, running her fingers across my clean shaven face.
We both fell silent as we looked each other in the eyes. There was something between Molly and I that I just didn't feel with the other girls. I guess that's the "spark" you hear about in those cheesy romance flicks.
Both of us, feeling that spark, then leaned in simultaneously until our lips met in a passionate kiss. We parted our lips and I began exploring her hot mouth with my tongue, while she did the same.
After a minute or so, we broke the kiss to catch our breath.
"Here, lay back." I said.
Molly then scooted up farther on my bed and turned so she was fully lying in my bed, with her legs down at the foot of my bed and her head resting on my pillow.
"You must be pretty sore after your game, let me massage you a bit." I said, and she nodded in response.
I began rubbing my hands along the tan bare skin just below her short volleyball shorts. I began firmly kneading my hands into the thigh muscles of one of her legs. She moaned, which let me know I was in the right spot. I continued working on that leg, massaging down to her calf muscle. I didn't know much of anything about giving massages, but she kept letting out satisfied moans, so I assumed I was doing alright. When I finished with one leg, I swapped to the other and gave it the same treatment.
"Oh my gosh, that felt so good! Thank you Alan." she said with a satisfied sigh.
But I wasn't done yet. I knew that after being on her feet for so long that they had to have been sore too. I lifted her legs and let them lay across my lap as I began untying her tennis shoes. She looked at me curiously as I removed both her shoes. Then I peeled both her socks off, as well. Her socks felt hot and a bit damp to the touch from sweat, but I didn't mind much. I was just focused on the task at hand. I took one of her bare feet in my hands and began kneading my thumbs into its sole.
"Oh wow, a foot massage too? You are just too good to me, Alan." she said while letting out a moan.
I continued working my thumbs along her sole, from her soft heel, through her deep arch, up to the balls of her foot and proceeded to massage each of her toes. Now, I'd never paid much attention to a girl's feet before, but looking at Molly's, I had to say she had some pretty nice looking feet. Despite being an athlete, she took really good care of them. They were tan like the rest of her body, and they were soft and smooth all over, not a single callus or rough spot. And her cute little toes had a nice looking dark shade of purple polish on her toenails, without even a single chip in the nail polish. All in all, her feet were just as nice as the rest of her. Despite the sweaty feel to them and the slight odor they gave off, I strangely wasn't repulsed by it.
When I finished with one foot, I gave the other the same treatment, and judging by Molly's moans, she couldn't be happier. Finished with the massage, I then laid next to her and when began kissing once again. We made out and caressed each other's bodies. We were both hot and ready by this point, and we'd already been together enough that really, all this pretext wasn't necessary. But that was part of me and Molly's thing, like I said before, with Molly and me it was always more sensual than with the other girls.
I broke from her lips and began planting soft wet kisses along her neckline, while my hands worked at pulling her volleyball jersey up. She lifted her torso a bit to allow me to pull her jersey up and over her head and shoulders. I then proceeded to slowly remove her tight sports bra as well. She let out a sigh of relief as her modest B cup breasts were finally freed from the constrictive sports bra. I then removed my own shirt and went back to kissing Molly, trailing down her neck to the soft perky mounds on her chest, then down her stomach to her belly button. I hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband of her shorts and began slowly pulling them down, she lifted her ass off the bed slightly as I pulled them down over her hips.
The dark spot on the crotch of her white cotton panties told me she was already soaking wet. My cock had been rock hard since we started. She was just as turned on as me. I quickly removed my own pants, so we were both in just our underwear.
I then resumed kissing her stomach around her belly button, receiving moans from her in response. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and began slowly pulling them down, kissing each piece of newly exposed skin as I inched her panties down. Once again she lifted her ass off the bed to allow her panties to get past her hips and firm round ass. With her panties removed I planted one last kiss on the little landing strip of dark hair on her crotch before trailing my kisses back up her body until my lips met hers once again.
"Come on, enough teasing, Alan. Hurry up and get that thing inside me." Molly said in desperation after breaking our kiss.
Oh, I can do that, I thought. I quickly shed my boxers and tossed them to the side. I assumed the position over top of Molly as she spread her legs to allow me access to her most intimate of areas. She let out another moan as I rubbed the tip of my cock along her slit, soaking my member in her juices. I held my cock at the entrance of her dripping wet snatch.
"Alan, please. You've made me wait long enough, ah, Mm," Molly said as I pushed the tip of my cock into her cunt before she could even finish talking.
She let out a sigh of relief as her tight cunt stretched around my shaft. I continued slowly pushing my member into her love canal, until finally I had bottomed out. Keeping the slow pace, I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her before pushing back in, feeling the slick firm walls of her hot cunt rub against my shaft.
"Mm, god, so good" Molly uttered amidst her moans.
I didn't say a word. The only sounds coming from me were that of heavy breathing and grunting as I slowly thrusted my hard cock in and out of her constricted hole. I leaned my head closer to her and caught her lips in a passionate kiss as I continued my sensual love making. I could feel precum rapidly leaking from the tip of my cock coating the insides of her cunt. I was getting close. I didn't know how much longer I could hold back the flood gates. Molly moaned into my mouth as she began groping one of her tits with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. I knew she must've been getting close too.
Deciding to increase the pace, I lifted her legs so they were propped up on both of my shoulders; then began to drill my cock into her cunt as fast and hard as I could.
"Ah, oh fuck. Ah" Molly yelped in response, breaking our kiss.
I grabbed her hips and continued violently pounding my member into her sopping wet hole, the sounds of her clapping cunt rang and bounced off the wooden walls of the room.
"Oh god, more. I'm gonna cum. Gimme more" Molly begged.
We were in the homestretch, both us could burst at any second. I thrust forward sending tremors through her whole body as I buried my cock as deep inside her as I could go with all the strength I had. I then pulled out and repeated that powerful thrust several more times, Molly had covered her mouth with my pillow and was screaming into it. Then her body began to convulse and her cunt squeezed down on my shaft like a vise-grip, that's when I felt her boiling hot juices wash over my buried member from deep within her. That was all I could take. I began blasting my cum into her cunt like a shotgun. Both our bodies shook uncontrollably as we climaxed.
Her body was the first to go limp, then mine followed suit as our orgasms subsided. I collapsed on top of her. We were like a pile of sweaty flesh on my bed. We laid there for a moment before I finally found the strength to roll my body off of hers. She turned her head to look as me as I lay beside her. We just stared into each other's eyes, panting, trying like hell to catch our breath.
"Wow, that, was incredible! I don't think I've ever had an orgasm that intense before," Molly was the first to speak.
"Uh huh," I panted. "You're, telling me. I think I just came my own skeleton," I managed to get the words out.
Molly broke into laughter at my absurd metaphor. Although I was still totally drained, I too managed some laughter. When her laughter died down, she went silent, and she began to shut her eyes. She was asleep. I pulled my covers over us and let myself fall asleep right there next to her.
I slept well that night, how could I not? I'd just had possibly the best sex of my life with one of the most beautiful girls on earth. Sure, I'd had sex with her numerous times before, but this time was something else. There was an undeniable magical feeling about it, and it was more intense than any of our previous trysts. And the obvious thing that set this time apart, we were actually sleeping together this time.
When I awoke the next morning, I was delighted to find that Molly was still there, we were spooning. I was lying on my side with my arms wrapped around her. Molly was sleeping peacefully with her back pressed comfortably against my chest and her ass resting against my pelvis. We were still naked from the night before.
After a few minutes I felt her shift, then she rolled over and opened her eyes to look at me.
"Good morning," she said sleepily, with a smile.
"Good morning to you too," I said before planting a kiss on her lips.
She reached for her phone, which she'd set on my nightstand the night before, she checked the time. It was still early, only about 8 am.
"I should probably get going, before someone notices I'm missing" she said.
I hesitantly moved my arms to allow her to get up. I didn't want her to leave, but I knew she was right. Molly got up and began gathering up her clothes. I laid in my bed watching her as she got dressed. She was just as beautiful when she was putting on clothes as she was when I was taking them off.
"By the way, thanks for last night." she said, giving me one last kiss when she finished getting dressed.
"It was my pleasure." I said, after she broke our kiss.
To be continued.
By Cheat105 for Literotica.
