Chapter 17: Councillor

Being back at school was old and new all over again. Molly wore her white and gold smart dress in easy mode and walked the familiar halls as staff for the first time. She carried a mat Dan had got for her and she was glad of it. The dimly lit, concrete floored room contained only a large solid wooden table. The mat would protect it from anything short of a chemical fire and anyone on the mat from whatever it had previously suffered. She would need chairs. Not too comfortable but good strong thirty minute chairs to remind visitors that they were precious but not her only responsibilities. She went to see Ken on the ground floor and dragged back one chair herself. He would bring two more later. There was already a small girl, pacing nervously on the spot, outside the door when she returned.

“Hello. Have you come to help me set up?”

Molly asked.

“No. Miss Molly. I’ve got a problem.”

Molly ushered her inside and they sat on the table together swinging their legs and talked through the problem. In theory she was supposed to be in an induction meeting with two other new members of staff but this was far more important. The problems were as varied as the children. The solutions, if there were any, would probably be as varied as well. Molly didn’t worry too much about that. All most of them needed was comfort and encouragement and they would overcome their challenges. Sometimes a lot of both were required and return visits were booked. Absent, busy, or neglectful parents, the loneliness of the only child and the unpredictable pacing of sexual development were at the root of most issues. Sometimes more immediate and practical help was needed or referral to other professionals. It was lunchtime before she new it and without anyone to go to the park with she’d have to get fast food alone or use the canteen. The canteen was fun despite being practically mobbed. Molly was a super star, hotter than any hooker, party babe, to those boys who’d been at the Baxter’s over the summer and every one of them wanted to be her friend. Some of their pick up lines were almost up to Billy’s level of cheek, though none of them dared to ask her, flat out, to lay on a table and let them have their way with her. She patted heads and granted tiny favours of a chucked chin or a shocked face to those who excelled. Afternoons were generally going to be follow up notes from the morning and handling any emergencies. Just one of the youngest new intake had a first day breakdown and cried himself to sleep in her cleavage. The canteen mob would have been green with jealousy but needs before wants and all that.

Pairing, already de-facto accepted, quickly became the norm under Miss Molly’s encouragement for all except the youngest children. New pairs had to come to her together and she would register them although there was in fact no formal record. Similarly they had to let her know if they broke up, particularly so that if one told her they had, she could summon the other and get the other side of the story. Being a pair didn’t sanction sexual activity it just meant you could sit ‘properly together’ as Miss Molly called it, in class, discuss your work as you did it and help one another. Of course the sitting with no space and the helping and the talking often resulted in quiet snogging and cuddling. Pairs that couldn’t stop once they’d started and lost their grip on the flow of the lesson were frequently sent to Miss Molly by teachers who felt she’d created this problem and aught to solve it. It wasn’t that they resented the quieter, more collaborative classes in front of them. Far from it, they saw the benefits but they really didn’t know what else to do with horny teenagers cinched together and trying to climb into one another’s clothes. Miss Molly did, which is why she frequently walked the halls for a half hour or worked on her notes in the staff room while she left them to it and let the mat take the stain.

Having a place to fuck in a fucking emergency was such a relief and something Molly had thought was needed for a long time. The closet was for exploration and magical other-worldly first times. Partners who were already together just needed a place to express themselves. Miss Molly’s room quickly became that place and not all of them wanted to be left to it. Many were happy to take advice to improve the experience and to have her sit in and even to hold them as they screwed. She refused no one, usually stripping off with them.

On the third day Billy and Phil showed up just before lunch.

“Having marital problems are we,”

she teased him as Phil sat on her lap.

“No we just came to register as partners and to make sure you’re getting enough junior sex for your liking,”

Billy said. Phil was already cuddling and slipping a hand into her dress.

“Is that what you think I do in here. Just fuck with everyone who comes in?”

Molly asked.

“I’m almost certain you are making love to every single one of them,”

Billy replied.

“You have grown up haven’t you, my naughty kid brother.”

“Maybe a little bit,”

he said leaning in for a kiss, with a hand caressing Phil’s head. Phil already had a nipple in her mouth. Molly sighed, leaned back and let them express their love to her.

“Oh, you may like to know that we’ve become the key holders,”

Billy said when they were dressed and about to leave.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,”

Molly said.

“Remember, I’m staff now. Of course if you ever need any confidential help or advice, about anything or anyone, I’m here for you.”

“Yes Miss Molly,”

Billy winked.

Those first days were a wonderful but emotionally draining cascade. It was so good to collapse naked into Dan’s arms at the end of the day. He was full time working with Mike now, making and fitting invisible camera systems, when they weren’t fussing over Jules of course, bathing her and oiling her like one of their precious engines. She was deep into the happy beach-ball stage and heading towards the, when will this all be over, final stretch.

It was a week in and Molly had ‘lunched’ in the park with Luke today. He was back as a part time phys-ed teacher and volleyball coach. They were looking for a flat nearer to the centre of Chareen. After lunch a young pair came in. She’d been advising the lad on how to get his girl at their occasional cuddling sessions and sweetly he’d now brought her along to see Miss Molly. They cuddled in her lap, sucked lovingly on her nipples and used their hands to bring one another to orgasm. Making a lovely gooey mess over all three of them. She’d kissed them goodbye and just finished cleaning up when Sophie B knocked. They spent the next hour together, most of it topless on the mat holding one another close and talking. A daring, risky, last ditch plan to save her parents marriage was hatched and for the last twenty minutes Sophie’s face was deep between Molly’s legs, learning something new and beautiful as Molly instructed her and finger fucked her with three straight fingers.

Two nights later Sophie’s parents were having another, full on, face to face shouting match in bed. She put on her old baby doll nighty that didn’t even cover her pussy and headed for their room. She’d walked this through with Molly so many times she was running on rails. They initially ignored her, as expected. They paused momentarily when she climbed onto the bed. Gave her a look and dived back in to the argument. It was the same at every stage over the next ten minutes as she climbed under the covers at the bottom of the bed, paused, wriggled herself into position with two pauses and touched both parents exactly as Molly had shown her with heels and wrists to prompt them to move as she needed. Each stuttered and lost ground in the argument when they were prompted to move, then furiously dived back in, refocussing and raising their voices further. Sophie was ready. She shut the pointless row out of her mind, focused and went down on her mother, gently but firmly. At the same time straightening her curled up body enough to capture the head of her fathers cock between her lower lips. It was a full hundred rapid heartbeats before they finally stammered into silence. Far too late. By then Sophie had an arm around her mother’s body and a leg around her fathers, pulling him into her.

“What the hell are you doing?”

It was her mother’s desperate croak but it wasn’t directed at her. Her father had begun to thrust gently. A minute more of silence and the doubt and terror had melted away and Sophie was able to start enjoying the experience beyond the lack of shouting. She loved her parents and she knew they loved her. Her mother was a beautiful woman, familiar with girly sex since she had taken up with Freya next door in anger at her husband’s suspected affair. There was no actual affair of course, just her husband trying to help the very same Freya work around a terrible, greedy landlord. Mum cutting Dad off didn’t help as it meant they never talked properly about what was going on and certainly not about Freya. She, having been suddenly dropped by the husband was happy to get help from the wife and to cuddle her in sympathy for her husband who had apparently betrayed her. That led to mum and Freya’s affair which just made things worse with Dad. It only took five sentences to set things straight but that was because they were ready to listen, for the first time in months, and that was because they’d both just cum in their daughter. They stared in open mouthed shock as she sat between them and pulled off the nighty. Then extracted the confirmations of terrible misunderstanding on both sides. Sophie held them both as they wept and cried with them, the taste of her mother still in her mouth and daddies warm cum beginning to leek out of her as she relaxed. Eventually she broke, what had become, an emotional three way kiss to slide down and put her father’s half erect cock into her mother’s still wet pussy and lick them both until they made up as they needed to, cock head against cervix, pelvis to pelvis without even room for a daughters tongue. She left them and returned to her own bed in exhausted relief that the initial hard part at least was over. The next morning however things weren’t exactly normal and they were almost back to shouting by the time Sophie left with promises to bring a councillor to help sort things out as soon as possible. She was in Molly’s room by 09:00 where Molly shunted the morning’s appointments and spent an hour holding and comforting her friend, naked because it was more effective that way. She promised to come to the Blacks that evening and messaged Billy and Phil to drop whatever plans they had. She would need them for backup and maybe for their readiness to fuck strangers.