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Saving Billy Gray |
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By Margo Perry
It was like there were two Billy’s, one watching the other detach himself from life because he felt too beat up to deal.
Get up, Billy.
The foyer’s dampness had crept into Billy’s bones and he shivered involuntarily. He wished he was wearing his coat, but it seemed too far away, even though it was hanging on a clothes tree within arm’s reach. His rubbed his eyes, red and itchy from trying to read himself to sleep all night, and yawned a jaw cracking divide that failed to relieve any pressure. Anxiety had settled uncomfortably on his chest. He took a slow, deep breath and another, but it didn’t help. Billy couldn’t control his body any more than he could his mind.
You can’t afford to miss this meeting!
“I don’t give a fuck about the meeting!”
Billy felt foolish telling himself such a loud lie. He did care. He realized that any sane teacher would be on his way to Town Hall, ready to defend himself against the School Board’s fatuous charge that he’d sexually abused a minor. But Billy knew his innocence and all he could think about was Molly Cougar, his best friend and Mountain High’s Principal. Molly and her magnificent breasts. She’d left on Friday for a month long Leadership Exchange and Billy couldn’t bear the thought that he wouldn’t see her, or talk to her. Feel her warmth as she hugged him, her humongous spongy, soft, firm breasts squeezed between them. He desperately needed to feel the way she made him feel. The way they made his cock feel.
Forget Molly’s tits and get going, Billy.
Billy, ignored the voice in his head. He slouched in the old chair, his long legs dangling out in front of him. He was grateful for the day Alice had asked him to put it there. Alice. Right now, he missed her even more than he missed Molly.
“Bring the wicker chair from the sunroom,” she’d said, concern clouding her bright smile as she noticed Grandpa’s struggle to put on his winter boots, his shortness of breath and unsteady legs.
That old wicker chair had stayed twelve years since Grandpa’s death, empty and unused, except for the odd umbrella, hat or scarf. That is, until now. Billy had been sitting for over an hour, unable or unwilling to move. He didn’t know which. All he knew was that he was devoid of will. Stuck!
The sun’s rays shone through the drifting snow and stained glass door panel to spill onto Billy’s lap. It warmed his clasped hands, but couldn’t penetrate the debilitating misery that held him and time in its paralyzing grasp. Four years ago, he’d survived his parents’ deaths, within months of each other. Eight months ago, he’d survived the night when Police Chief Corrigan had come to his door to tell him that his wife Alice had died by the roadside, the victim of black ice, her car spinning out of control, and an unbending old oak tree.
“I stayed with her till the end,” Corrigan said, his moist eyes glued to his feet.
“Did she speak? Say anything?” Billy had asked.
“Just a message for Ms. Cougar: Tell Molly to look after our Billy and Pauline, even if she has to marry him. Tell her he’s not so bad. “That’s all she said. Then she smiled, and passed.”
Billy had been angry at Alice for dying and jealous that her last message was for Molly, but those negative feelings hadn’t lasted. They couldn’t because they’d all three adored each other and because Alice was thinking about their well being, even as she lay dying. He remembered the night he’d asked Alice to marry him.
“I see the way you look at Molly,” Alice said. “Tell me the truth. Are you in love with my best friend or in lust with her bountiful boobs?”
Billy had been terrified, but he’d told Alice the truth. “It’s her tits,” he’d said. “I have this thing for breasts, the bigger the better.”
“Then, aren’t you the lucky one. We come as a team: me to love and Molly to look at. She might even let you touch them someday, if you’re a good boy. And yes, I’ll marry you.”
That had started it and Alice and Molly had teased him relentlessly until the day Alice died. He missed their bantering, the tantalizing touch of Molly’s breasts on his arm or against his back. As the days and weeks passed, his longing for them, to be seduced by them bourgeoned almost out of control. He fantasized about them constantly and Molly’s breasts were the only thing that assuaged his grief. He needed her and she’d deserted him. Just like Alice.
Billy couldn’t stop the pictures flooding his mind: Molly holding his daughter Pauline to her huge bosom, tears streaming down both their faces as they talked about Alice. Molly holding him, while he cried, her breasts large and soft and yielding between them. The excitement he couldn’t help feeling. And lately there’d been more. Pauline had begun to hang onto Molly whenever she left them to go to her home.
“Why don’t you move in with us?” she asked. “Mommy would want you to.”
Billy wanted that too, but he hadn’t said anything. And now she was gone.
It was this loss that Billy didn’t think he’d survive, especially with what he was facing. Lolli McCain would never have followed Billy to his office and tried to seduce him if Principal Molly Cougar had been at that cast party. And if Lolli had and Billy had reported the incident to Molly, instead of Acting Principal, Douglas Martin, Lolli would be getting help by now. What Billy found unconscionable was that Douglas had left the police and the Child’s Advocacy Society no choice but to wrench his daughter Pauline from his care. So, instead of sitting in church together, his thirteen year old treasure was out there somewhere, away from him this Sunday morning. All his women, Alice, Molly and Pauline . . . gone. Billy groaned, and snuggled deeper into the chair.
He glanced at his watch without moving his arm: 10:30 AM.
Pick yourself up and call a cab, baby. Fix this mess!
“Alice?”
Alice’s voice and tone couldn’t have been more real, persuasive or seductive if she were seated on his lap, her arms around his neck. He gave his head a violent shake and a searing pain streaked from lobe to lobe. A migraine was on the way.
Get up, Billy. You need help. Call Molly.
“Shut up, Alice. Remember, you’re dead and Molly’s gone. Neither of you are of any help to me or my daughter. No help whatsoever. Just leave me alone!”
Billy was shocked at the anger he felt, at how loudly he was berating his dead beloved Alice.
You should be ashamed of yourself!
A sudden pounding on the door frightened Billy and he sat bolt upright, his heartbeat exploding in his head. He held his breath waiting for whomever it was to go away, but the knocking continued. Billy tried to get up, but his legs refused to cooperate.
“Please, please, please,” he prayed silently.
And then he heard the key in the door, it opened, and in blew Molly.
“Brrrr! Cold,” she said, slamming the door behind her.
Her snowflake speckled cap of dark curls framed her rosy cheeks and her green eyes glinted with excitement. “What are you doing sitting here?”
“What are you doing here? You left, remember?”
Molly stared down at Billy. Her lips quivered slightly and her green eyes took on a bluish tinge. “You gave me no reason to stay and Pauline was getting too attached. I was getting too attached. Anyway, now’s not the time for this conversation. We’ve got to go!”
Billy noticed how pretty she looked, but her breasts, cloaked in a cape-styled ankle-length black coat captured his full attention. They jutted forward, overhanging her tiny waist, lighting a fire so deep and explosive in Billy that it raged through him like a forest fire gone rogue. His balls tingled, his heart throbbed and his hands itched to touch her. First things first. He tried to get up, but still couldn’t move.
“What are you doing here?” Billy asked, leaning forward, begging for time.
“Pauline called me yesterday. She’s with Alice’s parents. Why didn’t you call and let me know what was going on?”
“You left us. I don’t know . . .”
“For a month, Billy, and I came back. You should have known I would. We’ve got to get to Town Hall. Get up, Billy!”
“I’m scared, Molly. I’ve been trying, but I can’t seem to muster the strength to stand up.”
Molly chewed on her lower lip, her eyes thoughtful slits. She studied Billy’s face and then the huge bulge in his pants. Without a word, she slowly unbuttoned her coat, thrust her chest forward and rotated her shoulders, allowing her coat to fall to the ground. Her scoop-necked, long sleeved, purple sheath dress proudly displayed her endless cleavage, hugging every curve of her body. Billy watched her breasts, glorious waves rising and falling, and all he wanted was to swim into them head first.
Molly moved toward him. Her ponderous breasts swayed under the fabric of her dress. Her nipples were erect. She used her knee to nudge Billy’s legs apart and stood between them.
“We have to go soon,” she said, her tiny hands disappearing under the mass of her boobs. She lifted and squeezed them, all the while moving closer toward him, toward his crotch. Billy swallowed hard, his cock twitched and grew, and sweat peppered his brow.
“We’re going to need this,” Molly said, taking a thick woolen scarf from around her neck and winding it around her fists.
Billy didn’t know what to do. His emotions surged to the surface and bubbled over. He began to wheeze and giggle like a maniac when Molly slipped the scarf over his neck, bent down and pulled him to her. She licked her lips slowly, kissed his gently before prying them open with her tongue. She explored every inch of his warm cavern of a mouth, until Billy, aroused beyond control, reached out and began to pull at her tits. He squeezed, groped and caressed them.
A laughing Molly kissed his cheek before standing. On the way up, she ran one finger over his rock hard cock. “Take it out before you leak all over your nice dress pants,” she said.
Billy blushed. He’d never felt so vulnerable, so full of want. So alive.
“Don’t make me wait, Billy.”
Molly was stretching the top of her dress. Pull and release, offering glimpses of her cleavage, showing Billy the black lacy bra that held her treasures. And it was driving him toward that edge of madness. All of his energy had returned, converted into lust that sent surges of erotic current out from his groin. He was so close. He struggled to release his now rigid, vein-ridged, pulsing cock.
“There, there,” Molly said, tucking her folded scarf around his cock and over his lap. “Now, watch me and touch yourself. Show me how much you love these.”
Molly was twisting her nipple through the material of her dress. She began to moan. Her lips opened loosely and raw passion breathed out of them. It was too much for Billy. It had been too long. Volumes of thick cum pumped out of him and onto Molly’s scarf.
“Let me help,” Molly said, carefully gathering the scarf from his lap and placing it on the floor. “We’ll continue later,” she said, lowering herself to her knees and lowering her head over Billy’s cock. “We must hurry. Let me clean you up.”
Billy had never felt anything so sweet. That part of lovemaking hadn’t been Alice’s choice. He watched Molly’s head move up and down over his cock. He felt her tongue twirl around it. He felt months of sexual deprivation again celebrate their end and he grew hard again.
“Please don’t stop,” he heard himself whisper. “Just don’t stop!”
Billy thought of Forrest Gump, of life being like that box of chocolates. That’s what Molly’s cock-sucking was like. He had no idea what was coming next. One delicious sensation followed another. And another. Until Billy’s dam burst all over again.
Molly swallowed before gathering Billy in her arms and kissing him deeply. He could taste his own cum.
“You know you’ve saved my life,” he said, standing up and pulling himself together.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet. Wait till you see me in action at that meeting! I forgot that my pantsuit was here and I want to change. Call yourself a cab and get going. I’ll show up soon enough. Just don’t tell anybody that I’m back.”
“Okay,” Billy said.
He felt weak, but he could walk. Function. He used his cell to call a cab and barely had time to take his migraine medication and put on his coat and boots before it arrived.
“Town Hall,” Billy directed the driver.
Billy slid into the back seat, closed his eyes, and waited for relief. His headache had reached full-migraine status and nausea was crawling around his belly. But, none of that mattered because Billy was drowning in bliss. Molly was back and they had shared their first sexual intimacy. He caught sight of his goofy smile in the taxi mirror and pondered the glory of breasts . . .and love. Because Billy did love Molly and he’d make sure that he never lost her again.
“Looks good,” the cabbie said, slowing to a stop in front of Pageant’s newly renovated Town Hall. “I was really sorry to hear about your troubles, Mr. Gray. I just want you to know that me and the missus don’t believe one word of it. Our daughter, Vera Lee, was on the speedway to hell until she reached Miss Alice’s class and then yours. Hasn’t been in a bit of trouble since. She was over the moon when you picked her to be in your play.”
“Oh yes, Vera, our Lady Capulet. She was wonderful, really wonderful,” Billy said, feeling like the new man he was. “She was both prepared and inspired, a director’s dream. You can be very proud of her!”
“Thanks, Mr. Gray. Vera tells us that Lolli McCain has been after you since the first day of rehearsal. She wanted to come today and speak her piece, but the Vice-Principal told her that students wouldn’t be allowed in the meeting. I bet Principal Cougar would have listened to what she had to say!”
“I agree. Molly Cougar would have handled things quite differently,” Billy said.
“Just know that Vera’s ready to tell what she knows and she knows that that Lolli girl is one hot mess! Just because her daddy rolled into town with a truckload of money don’t mean that she can she can get away with everything.”
“Hopefully, we won’t have to pull the students into this,” Billy said. “Lolli’s just a mixed up kid. That’s why I reported her. To get her some help.”
“Some people are beyond help,” Mr. Lee said, “they’ll bite your hand right as you feed ‘em!” He jumped out of the car to open the door for Billy, refusing to take a penny for the fare even though the meter had been running. “Looks like you have a welcoming committee,” he said, as old man Walker rode toward them.
“What are you doing here?” Billy asked, reaching down to pat the ninety-three year old gloved hand resting on the lever of the power chair.
“You’re not going through this alone,” Seth Walker said, matching Billy’s pace as he guided his chair through the crowd. “I’m no lawyer, but they ain’t gonna’ railroad you today, son. Not on my watch!”
Folks had turned out early for the School Board’s emergency meeting and from the looks on their faces, Seth might have been Billy’s only supporter.
What a difference a lie makes.
“Good morning, Charlene,” Billy said, “I haven’t had a chance to thank you for all your help with the cast party on Friday.”
“Morning,” secretary, Charlene Sweating spat, without a glance in Billy’s direction.
“If it weren’t for Billy here, your good for nothing son would still be in lock-up instead of doing well in Chef School. You should be ashamed of yourself, woman!” Seth used his wheels to block her path.
“He might be a good teacher,” she said, jerking her formidable forehead in Billy’s direction, “but that don’t mean he can go around molesting young girls at his cast party.”
“And you’re dead sure he done that? After twenty years of looking out for children, you think he suddenly up and molested one of them?” Seth asked. “Isn’t it bad enough that this man had to bond himself out of jail and lose his daughter! A travesty, I tell you, and you’re an idiot, Charlene Sweating!”
“If he done it, he should still be in jail,” Charlene said stubbornly, although her shifting weight and the spastic twitching of her thin lips and nose exposed her nervousness and lack of commitment to what she was saying.
“Well, you’re all gonna’ look mighty mean and ignorant when the truth comes out. Real assholes, one and all o’ you,” Seth thundered.
The sea of people parted as he and Billy made their way toward the ramp.
“I know that I’m innocent,” Billy said, “but why are you so sure?”
Seth stopped, beckoning Billy to bend down. “Your great granddaddy was my best friend and I know the secret, boy. Lips may lie, but what arouses a man is the naked truth! Two things are dominant in your DNA: Teaching and Titties. You’re all born teachers and your abiding fetish for big tits is Pageant’s best kept secret! You ain’t got it in you to fool around with no student. And if you was about to lose your mind, it wouldn’t be behind some skinny little cheerleader. She’d have to have very impressive weapons of mass seduction, if you know what I mean. You innocent, alright. Now if Lolli looked like your Principal, Molly Cougar, I’d be worried. The tits on that one would make a grown man lose his mind and come in his jockeys.”
Seth laughed and a red-faced Billy followed him into the hall.
Large breasts had given Billy more sexual pleasure through his life than he could say. From the earliest days of his mother’s catalogues, through magazines and now the internet, Billy had always had his private world of pleasure. And his beloved Alice had not only understood, but encouraged his indulgences. She’d both enhanced her modest breasts and teased him with Molly’s magnificent orbs whenever she was around - and that was very often. It was a strange feeling, but Billy was sure that Alice would be pleased at what was going on with him and Molly.
“Where’s Molly anyway? If she’d been here instead of that idiot VP Douglas, we wouldn’t be living all this drama.”
“True,“ Billy concurred.
Folks had nearly filled the hall’s two hundred seats. Billy was seated on one side of the stage facing his accusers, Mitch and Lolli Mc. Cain. Between them, Douglas Martin and members of the School Board all sat at a long table facing the crowd. Billy felt like he was on display and he didn’t like it.
“How you holding up, boy?” Seth asked, uncurling his gnarled fist to pat Billy’s hand.
“Fine, I was just thinking that normally I’d be in church with Pauline,” Billy lied.
Actually, he was still basking in the memory of Molly’s breasts looming larger as she came closer; the feel of her tongue in his mouth, on his cock. He was also thinking of Alice.
“Molls, would you please give my husband permission to gaze at your wonderful, bountiful bosom. All that peaking is bad for his eyes!” Alice would say.
“Let your eyes feast,” Molly would say, squeezing her tits together, making Billy crazy.
And today he’d done what he’d wanted to do for years. Gaze at them and touch his cock. And she’d promised more. Billy’s cock lurched and began to fill itself with longing. He couldn’t wait to lay eyes on her again.
Douglas Martin had taken to the podium. “As you all know, this is a very serious situation. Mountain High has had an impeccable reputation until now, and we aim to root out anything or anyone who threatens its integrity.”
“Then root yourself out,” Seth roared. “What’s this rush to judgement, anyway? Couldn’t this have waited for Ms. Cougar’s return?”
“You’re out of order, Seth. Let’s proceed. I think we should first hear from the victim. Take your time, Lolli.”
Soon after my dad dropped me off at the party, Mr. Gray texted me to meet him in his office. I knocked, he met me at the door and started to tell me how much he loved my Juliet. How he wanted to be my Romeo. And then, he kissed me . . .
“I’m going to try hard not to listen to her nonsense,” Billy whispered to Seth, staring at the lip glossed, athletically carved teenager who was condemning him with testimony rendered with the same overly passionate, recited innocence she’d brought to the role of Juliet.
“Good idea,” Seth said, “and don’t look at her either. You might ‘a thought you were just her teacher and director, but little Lolli has cast you as her Romeo, alright! Even here, she can’t keep her eyes off you and she looks nothing like a child!”
When I touched him down there he was really hard. He told me to take it out and rub him. Make him feel good.
The bullshit was too much. Billy crossed his legs, closed his eyes, slid down in his seat and waited for Molly to arrive. It was amazing how safe he felt.
“That child is lying through her teeth!” Seth said, struggling out of his wheelchair.
Billy checked Seth’s brakes. All was well. “Don’t try to stand,” he whispered. “Don’t let these people upset you.”
Seth shifted in his seat a few times and then forced himself into an almost standing position. “Has anybody called Molly?” he continued. “She’s principal of Mountain High and when she left on Friday, everybody was sane. Everything was normal. She’d never let things get to this place. All in one weekend. No siree! This is a lynchin’, is what!”
“Please sit Mr. Walters,” Douglas shouted, his face flushed and perspiring. “This is the school board’s investigation into Billy Gray’s behaviour. You have no standing here because. . . .”
“I stand here to look out for Billy Gray. Nobody else seems to give a damn about him or his innocence,” Seth said, his frail legs trembling. “I been cutting his hair ever since he was a baby. I cut it through his marriage to Alice up to the day that black ice took her. The boy could hardly put one foot in front of the other. And the very idea that he would even flirt with a student, more or less do what little Lolli cheerleader says he did …. Well, it just didn’t happen. I know it! Billy ain’t got it in him. He loves them students. Those Grays have been teaching your children all your lives, for Crissakes!”
“Again, I ask you to sit, Seth. I know that you all love Molly Cougar,” Douglas said softly, waving his arms in the air like a minister drawing in his congregation, “but she’s on leave for the next month. I’m in charge. I was the one who heard Lolli’s testimony. Billy Gray was in the position of power. I move . . .”
“You can move whatever and wherever you please. Just take that banker and his nasty daughter with you!” An out of breath Seth literally fell back in his chair.
“Oh shut up, Seth,” Charlene yelled from the audience.
Billy sighed a faraway sigh. Innocence was a funny thing to think about. Like the truth, it was something to be known beyond proof. He looked at Lolli. She was speaking just above a whisper, tears streaming down her cheeks.
I loved him. I still do. And I thought he loved me.
Billy looked at Douglas’ face and almost laughed out loud. He had so bought into Lolli’s story that he looked like he was about to cry. You could hear a pin drop in the place.
“You’re too good a drama teacher, Billy Boy. That girl is bound for Hollywood. Look around you!”
Silence had given way to a clucking collective empathy. Charlene was now weeping out loud.
“Thank you so much, Lolli, for telling us what happened. I can only imagine how painful it all was,” Douglas said, bowing toward Mitchell and Lolli Mc.Cain.
“Don’t look good,” Seth said.
Suddenly, Molly burst through the front doors and into the hall like a flood over parched land. There was one moment’s silence before the room burst into applause. Molly stormed the podium, a woman ready to take back her land, but stood back, towering over the short, rotund Douglas, impressive in her black pantsuit, grey blouse and stiletto pumps.
“Lord, does that woman wake up the man in me!” Seth hissed at Billy, tapping his foot nervously.
“You dirty old man,” Billy muttered back.
“Not as dirty as you,” Seth said, looking down at Billy’s lap. “Don’t get up or you’ll tell the whole tale.”
The audience saved Billy from having to answer.
“I want to hear from Ms. Cougar,” someone cried. “Molly! Molly! Molly.”
When the others took up the call, there was nothing for Douglas to do, but move away from the mike.
“Are you sure you want to hear from me?” Molly said, immediately engaging the crowd. “I’m not pleased with any of you. You all know Billy Gray. You all knew Alice Gray. Can you imagine what she’d think about you if she knew that you’d accused Billy of such a thing? Allowed them to take their daughter out of their home? Both the police and Children’s Advocate Society carried out investigations and exonerated Billy in two hours. And yet we’re here! Why? Why?” she repeated softly, dropping exonerating reports onto the table.
“Amen,” Seth murmured, and his deep ancient voice sailed over the silent crowd.
She let the moment sit before continuing. “I’m re-opening this investigation. Right now and we’ll get to the truth this time. Douglas you’re welcome to observe. Mr. Gray made the first report. I’ll see him first. In the office.” She gestured toward the door behind the stage. “Stay or go home,” she said to the crowd. “This is not a sport. I’ll let you know what I find out and it won’t take long.”
“What about my daughter?” McCain shouted. “She’s the injured party here. I insist . . .”
“Whether she’s the injured party or not is what we’re here to decide. I will hear her account of the events in due time.”
People chattered their disappointment, but they trusted Molly Cougar. She had and was still guiding too many of their children successfully through life and she’d expect nothing, if not their total support and respect. Chairs scraped the floor as many began to file out slowly.
Molly turned and followed Billy into the office, Douglas Martin trotting right behind her.
“You had no right to dismiss those people. How dare you!” Douglas blustered, waving his arms in the air, as soon as Molly closed the office door behind them.
“It’s not about my rights, you silly man. It’s about the truth. You’ve devastated Billy’s life and more importantly that of his innocent daughter. They were just climbing out of eight months of grief. I don’t believe that Billy Gray seduced and fucked Lolli McCain.”
“She didn’t say they made love, she said that he made her . . .”
“The point is that she tried to seduce him,” Molly interrupted Douglas, “he reported her, she came up with this garbage story, and you believed her.”
She motioned the men to a couch and sat in a chair where she could watch both of them. She past them each a sheaf of papers.
“Are these accurate reports of your interview on Friday night?”
“Yes,” Douglas said.
“So, during the cast party, Billy told you that Lolli had made a pass at him?”
“Yes, and I immediately called Lolli out of the party and into my office.”
“And she denied Billy’s version of events?”
“Not at first. She was so upset. I couldn’t get much out of her.”
Billy noticed that Douglas was beginning to sweat, but Molly continued to push. “What happened next?”
“I called her father to come and get her.”
“And he did? What happened after that?”
“Mr. McCain called the next morning to tell me what really happened and I was, of course, forced to call the police and the Child Advocacy people.”
“Forced because Mitch McCain told you to? What gave his or his daughter’s account more validity than Billy’s? You’ve known Billy all your life. These people have been in Pageant for less that a year.”
“Billy here’s the adult. A young seventeen year old wouldn’t know how to seduce a teacher and . . .”
“First off, Lolli is eighteen, but I’d like you to have look at what she knew how to do when she was seventeen.”
Molly handed Douglas a printed block of emails. While he read she talked to Billy.
“I’m very sorry about all this, Billy. That child has a problem. At her last school, she seduced her gym teacher. He couldn’t resist and is now managing a fast food restaurant.”
“Did her father know?” Billy asked. “Has she gotten any help?”
“That’s just like you, Billy Gray, to worry about the girl.”
Douglas Martin had finished reading. His face was a contorted mask of emotions.
“Looks like Lolli has a real problem.”
“She does and so do you for rushing to judgement. My first goal is to get this thing sorted so that Pauline Gray can go home. Now, what do you suggest we do?”
“Get Mitch and Lolli McCain in here. See what they have to say for themselves,” Douglas said.
“Just the father,” Billy said. “Let’s leave the girl out of it for now.”
“Whatever you think, Billy. Douglas, would you mind getting McCain in here?”
Douglas hurried out of the room.
“Alice would be very proud of you today,” Billy said, grinning at Molly. “You saved my bacon.”
Molly slowly took off her jacket. It was a game she’d been playing with Billy for years. She watched his eyes glaze over. Her gleaming eyes told the story - She was enjoying the sexual tension building between them. She was loving the bulge forming, expanding.
“Alice was right,” she whispered. “Alice was always right. You need taking care of and I’m just the woman to do it.”
Her words roused Billy from the couch, just as Douglas led a very subdued Mitch McCain into the office. Billy sat back down, crossing his legs to hide his giant hard-on.
“I had no idea,” McCain said, after reading Molly’s evidence, damning emails sent from Lolli’s home computer. “I’ve been a single parent since Lolli’s mother deserted us when she was only four years old. I worried that I’d spoiled her, given her too much, but this?”
“Lolli is expelled, as of this moment, and I’ll expect a signed confession and written apology to Mr. Gray on my desk tomorrow morning.”
“I had no idea that Lolli was psychopathic. I should probably make the announcement since I started it all,” Douglas said.
“I think you’ve done quite enough, Douglas,” Molly said.
“An apology is necessary, of course, but I don’t think that expelling her is the answer. I came to you, Douglas, because I wanted us to find a way to help Lolli. She’s not a bad kid. She has abandonment issues and our goal should be to find a way to help her,” Billy said.
“You might think of enrolling her at Calmers. They have an after-school program designed to help kids with psychological issues. I’ve sent a few kids there and they were helped tremendously,” Molly said. “I’ll rescind her expulsion, but you have to thank Mr. Gray for that.”
“I can’t thank you enough, Sir,” McCain said, grasping and pumping Billy’s hand. “If there’s anything I can ever do. Anything!”
“Actually, there is. Seth Walker’s wheelchair is on it’s last legs. If the bank could . . .”
“Consider it done,” McCain said, turning his attention toward Molly. “Where do we go from here?”
Molly was staring into the distance. “First, I think Mr. McCain should take his daughter home. I’m sure they have a lot to talk about and the less fuss the better. Douglas, you deal with the people out there. Let them know the verdict.”
“Is that satisfactory to you, Mr. Gray,” McCain asked, his eyes wet with emotion.
“Of course. I have a daughter, too. They’re our hearts and I want only the best for Lolli,” Billy said.
“Thank you. Thank you,” McCain said, bowing as he rushed toward the door. “And Douglas is right. He did push this thing. Let him take care of those folks out there. In fact, we both will. We are the ones who have the explaining and apologising to do.”
“Fine with me,” Molly said. “I am exhausted. Ready, Billy?”
“Both,” Billy said, following Molly to the door, “ready and tired.”
Molly led the way to where her car was parked, opening the door for Billy when they reached it. A simple act, but it stirred Billy deeply. It was more than her kindness. It was her taking charge that was turning him on big time.
“We’d better let this thing warm up,” Molly said, turning the key in the ignition. “I’ve done something. Before I left your house, I cleaned up all evidence of our wonderful and sexy interlude. I also arranged for your daughter to be brought home as soon as you get there. She’s our first concern. We’ve got to take this slow.”
“So, no time for us, then?”
His question was a statement and Billy couldn’t control the disappointment and pique that clung to his every word.
“Be a big boy, now. We’re going to have to be very careful with Pauline. Being dragged from her home was a very harsh tear in a very delicate mending.”
The car had warmed nicely. Molly shifted her body toward Billy. She unbuttoned her coat, her jacket and her blouse. Billy could see the edges of her bra. Then, he could see the breast flesh bursting out of their cups. She turned away from him and began to drive.
“Don’t be coy. Turn toward me, we don’t have much time. Look at them. Enjoy them.”
She kept her eyes on the road, but a free hand snaked across the console to massage Billy’s cock.
“If you could be anywhere, doing anything you wanted, what would that be?” Molly asked.
“Fucking you. Anywhere,” Billy exploded.
Molly chuckled as she turned down Factory Road toward the back of the large, empty building. She parked in between two huge garbage bins, slid down in the seat and wiggled out of her slacks and pantyhose.
“First,” she said, taking his hand, “this is what you do to me.”
She guided his middle finger deep inside her pussy. It pulsed, clinging to his finger, hot, wet and hungry; wanting so much, promising so much. Billy’s mouth ran dry and his temples throbbed with anticipation. She removed his finger and fed him her pussy juice, before climbing out of the car. Her eyes had changed color like the ocean changes hues depending on the moods of the sun and wind. They were now a stormy greyish blue. Billy followed suit and they met in front of the car.
Molly bent over, not caring about the snow that wet her sleeves and gloved hands. She wiggled her ass and Billy slipped behind her, unzipping and pulling out his cock. It was leaking pre-cum and was as stallion hard as he’d ever felt it. Her pussy was so welcoming warm. He fucked her slowly, as though they were on a summer’s beach somewhere, every inch of his cock experiencing pleasure beyond compare. He wanted to fuck her forever, until she became something inseparable from him.
Molly raised herself up, reaching back to place her arm around Billy neck. His cock slipped out of her pussy, but he was gifted with the sight of her cleavage and her nipples that had burst out of her bra. Molly twisted to face him and lay back on the hood, her legs splayed open, welcoming the cold air that bit at her thighs. Billy took one look at her swaying breast flesh and shoved his cock back inside her.
“You’re mine and I’m yours,” he grunted, slamming into her.
“Yes,” Molly said, moving with him, fucking with him. She reached down and began to manipulate her clit. “I’m coming, Billy. I’m coming.”
She did and so did Billy, deep inside her.
They drove home in the afterglow and, by the time they arrived, there was no question about them separating. Hand in hand, the went into the house to wait for Pauline.
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