The Good, The Bad and the Molly – Chapter One_(1)

“Oh fuck yes Aaron, give it to me!”

It was a phrase I had come to hear a lot ever since I started going to college. Peterson U was by no means the best for… anything, really, but god damn if it didn’t have the best girls on the planet. Every Friday night, like clockwork, I found a girl, danced with her, and was usually having my way with her in her dorm room. Tonight was no exception.

I thrust into her as hard as I could, loving life and loving the feel of the girl’s beautiful, cute little ass. She couldn’t have been any older than a sophomore, but I didn’t really tend to mind. Age seemed to be invisible once kids were out of high school, in college, and mature enough to realize your age didn’t really matter as long as you weren’t breaking the law.

I grabbed the blonde girl’s hips and thrust into her, enjoying how her body quivered as I shoved my whole eight inches into her. I reached below her and grabbed her tits – somewhat of an awkward angle, and there was barely anything to grab, but I still loved the sensation.

“Harder, Aaron! Harder!” The girl begged, lust and desperation fogging up her voice.

I chuckled at her. She was so easy to please. All of my conquests were. Foreplay was easy. It was all about her pleasure, and how she responds. Some girls were ready after maybe five minutes of me playing with their nipples, others needed some light fingering to really get them in the mood. By the time I’d resorted to licking their pussies, no one ever didn’t cave. I guess I had what some people called ‘the gift.’ I could never describe it well, and God knows I was maybe the worst guy at sexting in the world, but when it came to showing a girl a good time, I knew what I was doing.

I thrust in and out, listening for the girl’s pants and moans, timing my thrusts to help her reach a mind-blowing orgasm. I savored the feeling of her precious ass – it really was a work of art. If I weren’t already deep inside her, I’d be on my knees in that moment, licking and kissing her cheeks for all their worth.

Each time I thrust into her, I made an effort for it to be deeper than the last, filling her up better and better each time. The girl was loving it, her voice an incoherent mess of shouts, pants, and words she couldn’t even form thanks to how lost in her lust she was. She adored me. She worshipped me. She wanted me. And I was all too happy to return the favor for such adoration, drilling her with long strokes, long past the point of breaking a sweat with how much effort I put into going faster, all so she could have the roughest, deepest, best fuck of her life.

The girl’s panting and moaning got shorter and closer to shrill screams, which was a telltale sign. I quickened my efforts, thrusting in and out farther to fill her up better. All too soon, the girl tensed up and her back arched. I thrust in one final time, keeping myself stationary so she could savor the feeling of me filling her up completely.

After a few seconds of gasping, then another few of silence filling the room, she exhaled sharply, signaling the blissful cooldown from her orgasm. Showtime, I thought to myself as I grinned evilly. Listening for the perfect moment, I found the opportunity, then, out of nowhere, started furiously pumping in and out of her beautiful tight pussy.

The way her skin rippled as I thrust her with force she didn’t know I had, the shock painting her face as her head whipped around… I lived for it. Just as I had suspected, her breathing quickened and I used her cooldown from her last orgasm to ride her back up to another one. If I thought she was moaning before, at this point I was sure she could have alerted people across campus what we were up to. As an added bonus, I smacked her ass a few times as I drilled her sweet, small pussy. She was bouncing back against me furiously, evidently loving what I was doing to her.

Just like last time, her breathing was quickening, except now instead of just shrill screams it was a chant of “Fuck, fuck, fuck” she was repeating, in between satisfied moans. Finally, she let out a prolonged “Fuuuuuuck!” while facing the ceiling, all while remaining still. Remaining buried in her, I leaned over and kissed her back tenderly, adding to what she was feeling. Yeah, I didn’t get off, but so what? Sex was more than just a race to me – it was about who was in control, and that was me.

…Who was I kidding? Sex was a justification. Sex was a way to reassure myself I could do something correctly. I hated aftersex thoughts – I always loved to hide from the truth, but every time I had sex, I always had to deal with the guilt that washed over me after.

I looked at the girl with new eyes. Who the hell was this?! I didn’t even know her name. What if she wanted something extra from what we just did? I was certainly going to disappoint her. Maybe it was all for the better that I practically never came when I was with a girl – I sure as hell didn’t want to get a girl knocked up, and deal with her for the next nine months. I had enough trouble just dealing with myself – I sure didn’t need a mini-me running around.

The girl sighed contentedly as I withdrew my deflating cock from her. “Holy shit.” She mumbled happily. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had in my life.”

“I get that a lot.” I shot back confidently, keeping whatever I was feeling internal. She got up off her knees and her back hit the bed as she sighed again. A few seconds passed and she patted the spot on the bed next to her, smiling innocently.

“I should probably go.” I told her.

Her smile faded. “You didn’t like…?” She asked.

I sighed. “Look… I’m an idiot sometimes. I don’t really want to stay, that’s all.”

“Why not?” She asked me.

“Because if I stay and we get to know each other, feelings are going to develop, and they’re going to be yours.” I answered bluntly. “You’re going to start liking me, and you’re going to want to see me more often. I see what’s coming and distance myself since I don’t want anything serious. You can’t get over me at this point so you call me a lot despite me not wanting to answer and both of us just become miserable because I had to listen to my dick instead of my head and fuck just one more college chick. You were great, babe, but you’re not special. And I know you want to think you’re special. That’s why you should get attached to someone who thinks you are. I’d rather you get pissed at a stranger than have your heart broken by a friend. Got it?”

She said nothing at first, then inhaled slowly. “Whatever.” She finally told me. “If you want to leave, no one’s stopping you. Thanks for the night.” She flatly told me. She pulled a blanket over her and turned away so that she wasn’t facing me.

It always turned out like this. When was I going to fucking learn? ‘No strings attached’ were three words that just didn’t exist in girls’ dictionaries. You’d think after all this time I’d have learned, maybe just tried the whole girlfriend thing or even just stop having sex because this always fucking happened, but nope, I stupidly kept thinking ‘This time is going to be different.’

I got dressed and left without another word. I hated the walk of shame I had to do. Being used to it just made it worse.


***


Dorm rooms were a fucking financial nightmare, so I’m really glad I just rented a place slightly off-campus starting in my freshman year. It was a really wise move. It was slightly inconvenient having to bus every day, but the savings were worth it. The only downside was, I never really got a say in how much privacy I would be getting.

As soon as I opened the door, still lost in my thoughts, I heard a very loud and peppy voice. “Aaron!” In from the living room bounced Chris, who hugged me immediately.

“Hey, Chris.” I said to him flatly, annoyed by his constricting embrace.

He broke off the hug and pouted at me. “The bar wasn’t good to you tonight, was it, sweetie?”

“I told you guys, I was just out studying.” I lied. “I’ve got a big test about the Balkan Coast post-World War One coming up.”

Chris wagged a finger in front of my face. “Don’t even lie to me.” He warned me in his flamboyant voice. “I know what you get up to. I know everything.” His hips were cocked, which accentuated his hourglass figure quite well. I bet that’s why Jerome waited until that moment to follow Chris into the coat room.

“Chris, leave him be.” Jerome ordered in his low, gravelly voice. His natural disapproving look was displayed clearly on his chiseled face, and his judgmental blue eyes were fixed on Chris. “Don’t make him uncomfortable.”

“Aw, but Aaron’s never uncomfortable about it.” Chris whined.