Chapter 23: Busted

The next day our teachers really made up for two lost days of school by piling on the homework. It was close to dinnertime in the Porter household. I was upstairs in my room trying to comprehend my algebra, without much success. My mom was in the kitchen getting dinner ready, when I heard her calling up the stairs to me.

"Sean!"

I opened the door to my room and called out.

"Yeah?"

"Sean, I've got to run to the grocery store for a moment. Your dad should be home in just a few minutes, so we'll plan on eating in about a half an hour. Okay?"

"Okay, Mom. I'll just be up here studying until then." I closed the door and sat back down on the floor. I'm never going to understand these formulas!

A few minutes later I heard footsteps on the stairs, but didn't think anything of it until the door to my room opened. I was surprised when I looked up to see Molly standing there. She was still wearing her sweats from cheerleading practice, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail.

"Hey, Mol. What are you doing here?"

She closed the door and sat down beside me.

"I just saw your mom leaving in the car. Isn't anybody else home?" she asked.

"Nope, just me. And now you."

"Good," she growled as she jumped up and wrestled me to the floor.

"What are you doing?" I asked, taken by surprise. I was pretty much caught. She had my wrists trapped beside my head, and her weight was pressed onto her hands as they held my arms down. I probably could have bucked her off, but I had the feeling that would have spoiled the fun for her.

"Oh, I just thought I'd come over and jump on you this afternoon," she said. "I missed you today. I was thinking about you last night and all day today in class. I got all itchy and stuff, so I decided to come over to see if you knew how to scratch my itch."

"Mol, it's really not a good time..." She got a dangerous gleam in her eye when I said that, so I decided not to continue with that train of reasoning.

"I'm going to let go of your left arm," she said. "Don't try anything funny. Just reach into my jacket pocket and get your present out."

"A present? What for?" Uh-oh, did I miss a special day or something? Now I was worried.

"For just because. Go ahead, Sean." She let go of my left arm. I slowly reached up and wiggled my hand into the pocket of her jacket. There was a paper bag with something in it in there. I pulled it out.

"Here," she said, reaching for the bag. "I'll hold the sack, you reach in and get your present."

I reached in and pulled out a familiar box.

"Condoms!" I exclaimed. "Molly, you are full of surprises sometimes. Where did you get these?"

She let go of me altogether and grabbed the box.

"I stopped at the drug store on my way here. I knew you had to be just about out of them, and I need to replace the ones I stole from Josh. So I bought them. No big deal. Besides, I want you to always have one with you. We can't afford to be caught without one when we might need one, like last night, you know?" She ripped open the box and pulled out a handful of packets and stuffed them into the paper bag. She wadded up the top of the bag and shoved it into her jacket pocket. "You take the rest of these and keep them safe."

She stood up to let me get up and stash my supply. When she saw where I was keeping them, she laughed.

"Your sock drawer? You, too? Not very original, Porter."

"Hey, when I see a good idea, I'm not afraid to rip it off," I retorted.

"Hmmmm... speaking of ripping it off," she said quietly as she moved up behind me and put her arms around my waist. She hooked her thumbs in my belt and drummed her fingers lightly, setting up a sudden throbbing in my head.

My mom's voice came floating up the stairs. Molly had me so distracted, I hadn't even heard her come home.

"Sean! Dinnertime!"

"Sean! Dinnertime!" Molly echoed softly in my ear, her fingers keeping up their insistent drumming.

"Okay, Mom, be right down!" I shouted out. I turned around, still encased in her arms. "I've got to get downstairs, Molly. What are you going to do?"

"Oh," she said nonchalantly, "they don't know I'm here, so I guess I'll just stay up here in your room until you're done eating."

"Okay," I said, a little flustered. "I'll try to hurry."

"You do that, Sean Porter," she said. She grabbed my hand and guided it up under her sweatshirt to her bare breast. "You hurry back," she said.

Now I was a complete wreck. I stumbled to the door, dimly aware that I was walking a little funny due to the sudden pressure of my inflating member in my tight jeans. What the hell was going on here?

Molly sat on the edge of my bed. "Go on, dinner's waiting," she said with a smile. She made a little shooing motion with one hand.

I went out into the hall and closed the door. I was tempted to turn back and make sure she was really there, and not just a product of my fevered imagination, but I didn't. Willing my half-hard cock to deflate, I started down the stairs to the kitchen.

Everyone was just sitting down at the table when I walked in. Mom had all the food out, Dad was just reaching for the platter of vegetables, my two brothers were already digging in. I sat down in a kind of a daze.

"Hiya, Sean. Studying hard?" Stephen said innocently. I looked over at him, but he already had his head back down, shoveling in food as fast as he could. He was twelve years old, and just starting to really grow fast.

I grabbed a piece of fried chicken and started eating it distractedly.

"Uh... will you excuse me for just a moment?" I didn't wait for an answer, but instead got up from the table and ran upstairs to my room and opened the door.

No Molly. Maybe I did imagine it.

Just as I was turning to go back downstairs, I heard a slight noise from my closet. I walked over and peered in. Molly was there. She had taken off her sweatshirt and taken one of my dress shirts off a hanger and put it on. She had the tails tied around her bare waist, and the shirt was unbuttoned, showing a healthy gap of bare skin from her throat almost to her belly button. She just looked at me quizzically, one eyebrow raised, not saying a word.

I just shook my head, turned around, and went back downstairs. I wasn't imagining it.

"Is everything all right, Sean?" My mother sounded concerned.

"Everything's fine," I said. "I... I just wanted to make sure I turned off my tape player."

I made it through dinner in nearly record time, and excused myself from the table.

"The teachers really loaded it on me today, I'm afraid. I'll be up doing homework the rest of the night," I told my dad.

I walked upstairs and knocked softly on my door before opening it. Molly was back in the closet, and peeked out when she heard the door close. She still had on my shirt, but had taken off her shoes and socks and her sweat pants, leaving only her panties on. When she saw I was alone, she jumped up into my arms. I automatically caught her when she jumped. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me as I held her. I backed up until my knees hit the bed, and I sat down, with Molly still in my lap. She reached down and undid the knot holding the shirt together, and the two halves parted, revealing her body in its glory to me.

Again, she took one of my hands and placed it on her breast, pressing it there before dropping her hands down to my lap to work at my belt. I felt her nipple expand as I held her. Almost without volition, I squeezed and kneaded the pliant flesh.

In the meantime, she put both her hands to work on undoing my jeans. Molly managed to loosen the belt and unsnap them before standing up and pushing me onto my back. I reluctantly let go of her soft breast as I lay back, lifting my ass up off the bed so she could pull my jeans and underwear down and off.

She bent over me to examine what she had unwrapped, and it occurred to me that she really hadn't ever seen a naked boy in the light before. She held my swollen cock in her small hand, pulling it toward her and looking it over. She squeezed it, eliciting a moan from me, and brushed the fingertips of her other hand across the sensitive skin of my balls. I jerked involuntarily under her ministrations, closing my eyes and surrendering myself to the pleasures she was imparting.

I felt a warm wetness against the underside of my throbbing cock, and opened my eyes to see my Molly savoring the taste she had transferred to her tongue from my skin. She looked up at me, eyes smiling, and licked me again, never breaking eye contact. My cock jumped when her tongue touched the shaft She looked down at what she was doing, still holding my stalk in her hand. She ran her tongue around the tip, licking up some of the leaking pre-cum that was drooling out, and a strand stretched itself from the tip to her tongue as she backed away.

She bent back to her task, this time taking the tip of my painfully hard cock between her lips. Her hand dropped from the base of my cock onto my balls, which she held and played with gently while she was using her mouth on me. She sucked hard on the helmet, rubbing her tongue around the ridge, and then dropped, ever so slowly, until her mouth was full of me, and I could feel the back of her tongue on the tip of my cock. She exhaled through her nose, and the movement of the air tickled my pubic hair. She backed off my cock slowly, keeping the suction as much as she could, until just the tip was still encased between her lips. She opened her mouth to take a deep breath, resting her teeth on me, and then sucked back down on me hard. She started working her head up and down on me, alternately sucking and loosening, running her tongue around and then up and down, adding saliva to help to lubricate, creating friction with her lips and tongue. She was relentless in her attack, and I could only collapse back, eyes closed, and suffer the consequences.

The consequences were not long in coming. I could feel the start of the sequence deep in my loins. My hips were rising as she was dropping onto me, unconsciously trying to bury more of me into her mouth as I prepared to distribute my seed.