Molly - S01 E18

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Molly - S01 E18

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

Not knowing what else to do to pass the time, walked over to my computer to check my emails. Seeing hundreds of new messages forced a groan from my lips. Quickly scanning the senders and subjects, it appeared most were from parents. Scrolling all the way down, I noticed one from Jim that was marked urgent. Hesitantly, I opened it and saw that he had sent out a notice to all parents explaining the event that had taken place between a male teacher and two senior female students. He expressed regret and promised an inquiry with the full board, but reiterated that the initial findings showed that the male teacher was not to blame. While he didn't name me, the hundreds of emails made it clear that everyone knew who he meant. Fucking great.

I was filled with trepidation as I opened the first email. Surprisingly. it and the vast majority expressed shock and dismay yet promised to speak with their child and offered their support during "this trying time". I thanked them for not jumping to conclusions and said all I wanted was to put it behind me. A few were from fathers who felt that I was to blame and had somehow set it all up. More than one threatened to kick my ass. Awesome. Now will have to watch my back at school. I didn't respond, as I doubt anything I could come up with would sound like a cover up. So I forwarded them to Jim and asked him for advice before replied. I was a bit proud of myself for my restraint. Had I been a decade younger I would have arranged a place and time to settle the matter. I was a bit of a hot head in my 20s.

Halfway through the list, I was shocked when I opened an email to find several pictures of an attractive woman. My email address was registered to the school district and I knew they saved a copy of all correspondence and reserved the right to read every message. I sure hoped that the IT guys overlooked this one as I didn't need any more scandal right now. Her message was brief:

"I found the photos of you on my daughter's phone. I have had a crush on you for a while Mr. White, and hope that you don't think me too forward by sending you photos showing what seeing your gorgeous cock you did to me." A photo of a bare, swollen pussy that was slick with her excitement filled my screen. Her labia was swollen with desire and her clit had emerged from hiding to announce her arousal, The thick lips were distended as if something thick and hard had just been removed from their velvety embrace. It was a very pretty pussy. "I would love to get together and discuss your situation privately."

She included her name, address and every possible way to contact her. I couldn't think of a way to respond, so I simply closed the message. I had not expected a reaction like hers. Nor did I expect the erection that bumped the desk when I stood to grab a drink. True, I had stared at her photo for a while. At first, I was too stunned to do anything else. Then I was captivated by her brazenness and delicious looking pussy.

Geez, I had more sex in the past twenty-four hours than had in the previous five years! My cock should be quite content and resting comfortably, but it seems that my time with Sandra had only made him crave more attention. I chuckled and wandered to the kitchen for a drink. He had lost some vigor by the time I returned and I resumed reading and responding to most of the emails.

There were several more emails from women who offered to meet for coffee or a quiet dinner, but none of the others included nude photos. I confess, my self-esteem soared thinking of all these women lusting after me. My active imagination began displaying scenario after scenario of me allowing them to seduce me into their beds and leaving them breathless from our vigorous, repeated fuck sessions.

My daydreams were interrupted by the buzzing of my phone. I flipped it over to see Sandra was calling. Confused, I answered, "Hello?"

She giggled into the phone, "Hey you. Miss me yet?"

I smiled, "Of course!" I breathed huskily, "If you were here I would show you just how much."

"Oh shit Jarod! just put on a pair of dry panties. If you keep talking like that I'm going to need a fresh pair before I can walk around Alyssa." Peals of her laughter drifted through the phone, "She kept asking what the funny smell was in the living room and

when Christie went to the bathroom she asked if I had been," Hern voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, "fucking before they came over."

Chuckling at the image of her blushing at Alyssa's bold question, "Did you tell her that my cum was still dribbling out of your pussy?"

"JAROD! You are terrible. I told her no, that she was imagining things. She paused, "I don't think she bought it.

"I don't think she did either. You are a terrible liar."

"Don't I know it!" she whined bitterly. Sighing heavily, she continued brightly, "So when do I get to see you again?"

I took a deep breath to mull it over. I was getting hard thinking of all the things I would be doing to her had our day together not been interrupted. "Hmmm, I don't know Sandra. It is far too risky to do anything at your parent's house again. I'll try to find a motel in the area that we can use."

"A motel? I'm not that kind of girl Jarod. What if I came over to your place?" Her voice cracked as she asked, betraying her nervousness.

"I would normally say no. My house is my haven, my respite from the world. I have never had a lover here." My cock was telling me to give her the address so that he could once again be buried Inside her lovely, lithe body.

"Lover? Is that what we are?" Her voice was thick with emotion, but I had no idea which one. Damn it! Did I say the wrong thing?

"We've had sex three times Sandra and you slept with my dick in your hands, so yes would say we are definitely lovers."

She squealed so loudly into the phone I had to move it away from my head to prevent permanent ear damage. Seems that was the right answer. "If I was there I would be sucking that beautiful cock of yours!"

I laughed, "And I would let you!"

"Damn it Jarod, when can come over? And where do you live? What should I wear? Do need to bring anything?"

I chuckled at her eagerness and cut her off before more questions could spill out of her. "What if I cook dinner and you come over