Chapter 9: Back To School

Everything was so familiar and yet so different. Molly, Dan and Billy caught the bus at the top of the hill. She’d agreed with Jackie to look as normal as possible, sitting naked in Dan’s lap at the kitchen table. Panties however were a non negotiable no. Jackie didn’t even try. The school dress code was pretty flexible and didn’t go into that kind of detail. It was only one stop till they were waving to Phil as she boarded. She stalked down the isle to their seats, nonchalantly flipping her skirt a couple of times, exposing her sweet little slit. The bus gradually filled up and wound it’s way towards the city centre and Chareen City School. Billy and Phil were oblivious, faces glued together and his hand up her skirt. Molly and Dan restricted themselves to her head on his shoulder and his right hand gently stroking the side of her right tit, his arm tightly around her. By the time they reached the stop outside the main school building everyone new that Dan Baxter had nabbed a top tier girlfriend and incredulously Phil Baxter was in love. As they piled off Phil said,

“Oh. I forgot, this came for you this morning.”

She handed Dan an envelope. Molly adjusted her tied on shirt, shared an unembarrassed tongue kiss with Dan and headed into the melee. She carried her joy through the day. A tension that always used to be there was gone. A nagging worry about appearance, how much flesh she was showing at any given moment and who was looking at it. Managing the jealousy angle from other girls and the constant possibility that some boy might come on too strong. All of that was gone. She no longer cared. She was clear headed, relaxed and focussed. The first morning was all scheduling and introductions. Picking seats and greeting old friends. Angela kissed her with joy at the gossiped news that she’d got a proper boyfriend. Angela was a beautiful. tall, shapely dancer, with dancers long legs. She was pretty free with showing them and very popular with the boys as a result. Mid morning Molly had media with Dan. Sitting apart and making eyes at one another was not going to cut it so Dan just moved their seats together into a pair and they worked, heads together, without getting any complaints. Somehow a precedent had been set. Lunch was abuzz with rumours, gossip and social manoeuvring. Dan, Molly, Phil and Billy made a small table by themselves. Apparently Dendrite had a new P.A. and the word was that Miss Jameson was a hottie. A couple of the older teachers had retired and been replaced. Dan leaned in and whispered, bringing their heads together.

“I’m the new key-holder.”

“Wooh,”

Billy said and Phil grinned. Molly had almost forgotten about this strange tradition of the seniors at City School. On the third floor of this large old repurposed commercial building, opposite the park. there was a plain door. There were only two notable things about that door. It was in a security camera blackspot and it had a manual lock that took a physical key. At some point in the deep past of school history by an unknown miracle a student had got hold of a copy of the key and become the first key-holder. If you dared you could send the key-holder a message on a private school network channel. You could borrow the key for a pre-booked time window and you could give the key-holder a single name. After a covert handover of the key at the canteen hatch you would show up at the door on floor three, let yourself into the cleaning closet and wait with baited breath to see if your invitee turned up. There were rules and procedures of course but if you were invited to the closet and returned a virgin that was generally considered a failure and not talked about. The anonymous key-holder could be trusted never to divulge anything. The closet itself was actually quite large, with storage racks and a creaky tapped old sink. A mop and bucket. A semi translucent window that threw enough light on the central space to not need the dim flickery overhead lights during the day. Not for the kind of activities that took place, often on top of the storage crate under the window. Someone had thrown a camping blanket over that at some point and there it stayed. With an upturned bucket for a solo seat and a mop and a whole stock of cleaning materials to clean up afterwards, almost anything was possible.

They practiced the process. Billy sent a request for the overflow period at the end of the day with Phil as the invitee. The key would be available during the previous period change over. Billy was hanging around the canteen hatch at three and received the key, slipped under the hatch, by his sisters familiar hand. An hour later he and Phil hung out by the lockers in the camera dead zone on the third floor until the corridor was empty. She was wrapped around him with her skirt hiked up before he’d even got the door open. Everything worked as intended and Phil rode the bus home with a smile on her face and her pussy gooey with Billy’s cum. There was only one downside. As the key-holder Dan could never enter the closet himself.

It was Tuesday evening before Molly was able to get back to the Power house and square things with Marissa. It had been over a week since she and Dan had made love with Matt and Marissa in a risky and unauthorised use of techniques that Molly barely understood. Marissa comforted and forgave her. Jackie was with them as they sat on the grass in a complex three way body pretzel kissing, stroking and slowly fingering one another into a mutual state of panting, perspiring ecstasy. As the sun went down Matt brought the rain. His piss rained down on their beautiful faces and they came together in an emotional and physical release that left them soaked from the waist down in one another’s juices. Drained, peaceful and joined in love. Matt washed them and held them and Marissa took them all to her bed.

On the Wednesday morning bus Molly was feeling happy and frisky. She called the swap and spent the rest of the trip snogging with Billy while he tickled her nipples. Phil, half in Dan’s lap, as they played tongue hockey in the seats across the isle. The gossip would reach eleven out of ten before they reached a classroom. The fallout was fascinating. Rather than being lowered their social status went up. In the following days three separate younger girls came to Molly and quietly admitted to sleeping with their siblings. Two with sisters and one with her brother who cried in Molly’s arms and called her brave. Molly was open with them, whatever they asked confirming that she and Dan were still together and yes, they were all four lovers. One of the girls who had been sharing a bed with her sister forever asked Molly.

“What does your mother think. Is she jealous?”

It was an interesting question.

“No, she’s not jealous. She sleeps with us too some times. Mum and I love to pleasure one another and Billy loves to show off fucking mum in front of me. Is your mum jealous?”

The girl nodded.

“She watches us sometimes when she thinks we won’t notice. I can see it on her face.”

“Talk to your sister,”

Molly said holding her and stroking her hair,

“about maybe inviting your mum to join you. I bet there’s a lot she could teach you and she wouldn’t need to be jealous any more.”

The girl was delighted by the idea and a week later sought Molly out and thanked her, mouth to clit in the girls locker room, for making them so happy.

By lunchtime Molly and Dan looked at one another and he said,

“Let’s go over the road to the park.”

She just nodded. They weren’t going to get away with fucking in the canteen, no matter how chaotic it was. They crossed the road and found a patch of grass off the path in the landscaped garden area. It was almost like being in the Powers garden, just bigger and a little less magical. They sat and talked, Molly’s knees up and her skirt pulled out of the way so that technically she was showing her pussy but passers by would have to have looked carefully to see it. A few did, their eyes attracted by bare legs, everyone moved on. She laid her head in Dan’s lap, freed his cock and licked the head with the tip of her tongue while looking up at him.

“I want us to be naked,”

she said. He stroked her face and nodded.

“No concessions to strangers. no rushing or checking for watchers.”

She smiled, kissing his bobbing cock head.

“You understand, my love.”

They made it back with five minutes to spare. When Phil asked her, on the bus home

“Where were you at lunch?”