Figuring things out

Tommy slumped into the cafeteria chair, his tray clattering onto the table. His eyes scanned the room, searching for a familiar face. The smell of greasy fries and overcooked meatloaf however did little to sour his mood, as he could still remember the taste of his archeology professor's tits on his lips, and the feeling of her lips on his dick. He'd thought it was just a weird dream, but the bruises and the smell of her perfume on his clothes were all too real. And now, sitting here, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd just entered some kind of fucked-up fairy tale where every girl he met ended up sucking him off.

"I wonder, does this happen to every guy?" Tommy mused to himself, his cheeks flushing at the sheer absurdity of his situation. He picked at his food, trying to focus on the mashed potatoes and gravy rather than the thoughts swirling in his head. "I think not, Connor is a douchebag to a bunch of people, not just me. And yet, I have not noticed that a lot of losers get similar affection towards his mother." Tommy closed his eyes and recalled the memory of Dr. Castellanos' soft round breasts.

"Or maybe, it is just me? Maybe I'm the chosen one," Tommy murmured to himself, half-joking and half-serious. "Although, the conditions seem kinda stupid. Do I need to get beat up in order to get laid?" He sighed, pushing his food around his plate. "Well, if that's the price to pay..."

He quickly finished his meal, and still thinking about the strange turn of events, he picked up his tray and headed for the trash can. That's when he felt a firm push on his back, sending the tray flying. The clatter echoed through the cafeteria, and all eyes turned to him. He looked up to see Brandon, the senior with the expensive car and the hot girlfriend, who had graduated last year,, striding away without a backward glance. Tommy's cheeks burned with humiliation as everyone stared, but quick enough, they went back to their own conversations, dismissing him as the usual freshman fodder.

Brandon's girlfriend, Molly, a fiery redhead sailed past Tommy with a concerned expression, her green eyes filled with a mix of pity and sadness. She was the kind of girl who made heads turn, with a gentle smile that could melt the coldest of hearts and an ass that could make a saint swear. Tommy felt his cock twitch at the sight of her, musing if she would turn right there and offer him to fuck her to recuperate for her boyfriend's behavior. But she didn't. Instead, she followed Brandon to the caff exit. Sighing to himself, Tommy bent down to pick up his scattered food, his mind now occupied with less interesting things.

The rest of the caff visit was uneventful, and Tommy found himself in a secluded path between two halls, when suddenly the redhead reappeared from the corner, walking towards him with a determined look on her face. "Tommy," she called out, her voice as sweet as a siren's song. "Can I talk to you?" Tommy's heart skipped a beat. "Yes?" he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

Molly stopped right in front of him, her eyes searching his. "Look, I know what Brandon did was wrong," she began, her voice barely a whisper. "But he's under a lot of pressure with his internship, and sometimes he takes it out on people. I don't want you to think less of him." Tommy couldn't believe what he was hearing. "So, you want me to forgive him?" he asked incredulously. "Is that what this is about?"

"Well, it's more complicated than that," Molly said, fidgeting with her fingers. "But if there's anything I can do to make it up to you..." She trailed off, looking at him with a hint of desperation in her eyes. Tommy's mind raced, it definitely looked like the Dr. Victoria Castellanos situation. "You know, your boyfriend did hurt me pretty bad, and all humiliation..." This, surprisingly, did work as Molly's face looked even more guilty. "But if you really want to make it right, I've got an idea," Tommy said, his voice dropping to a murmur.

His words managed to brighten Molly's expression slightly, a glimmer of hope shining through. "What can I do?" she asked, her voice soft and earnest. Tommy's mind raced, weighing the consequences of his next move. But the bulge in his pants was already making the decision for him. He nodded towards the nearby basement storage. Tommy got the keys due to working part time in Facilities Management, "damn these things do come in handy."

"Follow me," he said, his voice firm and commanding. He led her through the labyrinth of tile racks, until they were hidden in the dimly lit corner of the storage room. Molly looked around nervously, her face now more red than her hair. "This is kinda creepy," she murmured.

Tommy ignored her comment, his heart pounding in his chest. "Now, if you want me to forgive your boyfriend... you should give me a blowjob!" Molly's eyes widened, and she took a step back, clearly not expecting this. But the look of surprise quickly turned into something else - a mix of confusion and acceptance. Tommy took advantage of her momentary indecision and stepped closer, pressing her against the cold, metal shelves.

"What?" she gasped, her breath hitching in her throat. Tommy leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. "You heard me," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "If you want Brandon to be forgiven, you need to make it worth my while." He reached down and unbuckled his belt, his hand trembling slightly with anticipation. Despite his very recent experience with Dr. Castellanos, the thought of having the red head graduate kneel before him was too exciting to keep his calm.

Molly's eyes darted from the ground to Tommy's crotch and back up to his face, a storm of emotions playing out on her own. "You're serious?" she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and something else, something that made Tommy's cock throb. He nodded, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Very," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "You want Brandon to get away with pushing me around? This is what you can do for me." He watched as Molly took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. She looked around the room again, as if searching for an escape, but she knew as well as he did that there wasn't one.

With a soft sigh, she dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. Tommy felt his heart pound in his chest as he pulled down his pants, his cock springing free. "Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice gruff. Molly obeyed, her soft pink lips parting slightly. He stepped closer, placing the tip of his cock against her mouth. She hesitated for a moment, and then took him in, her eyes watering as she tried to get used to the taste and the feel of him.

Tommy's eyes rolled back in his head as she began to suck, her tongue tentatively exploring his shaft. It was clear she had done this before, but the way she looked up at him, her eyes wide and questioning, made him feel like he was the first. He placed his hand on the back of her head, guiding her movements, pushing her to take more of him. She gagged, but didn't pull away, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to deep throat him.

The sound of her **** and gasping for air was music to his ears, and he felt his orgasm building. "Is this enough?" she mumbled around his cock, her voice muffled. Tommy tightened his grip, pushing her head down harder. "Keep going," he grunted. He watched as she tried to take him deeper, her eyes tearing up from the effort. He could feel himself getting closer, his balls tightening.

And then, it hit him. He relaxed his grip on her hair and she got his cock out of her mouth, her saliva stringing between them. Just a second alter he shot his load across her face. She sat back, her cheeks red and her eyes watering, but she didn't wipe it away. "Is that what you wanted?" she asked, her voice small. Tommy nodded, his chest heaving. "Yea... What are you doing on campus anyway, I thought you graduated last year?" Tommy said, trying to regain his composure and change of topic seemed as a good idea.

Molly looked at his weird, before reaching up and wiping the cum from her cheek with the back of her hand, looking up at him with pouting lips and a frown. Tommy felt a bit guilty, but his guilt was overshadowed by the euphoria of his orgasm. He looked down as she collected his sperm from her face and dropped it on the floor.

"I am just here visiting Brandon, he takes a lot of stress from his internship," Molly replied, her voice still shaky. Tommy stepped back and tucked his cock away, his mind racing with the implications of what had just transpired.

"So, are we good?" Molly asked, standing up and smoothing out her skirt. Tommy nodded, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, we're good," he said. "But don't tell Brandon, okay?" Molly's eyes narrowed slightly, "Why would I? He would probably think I've cheated on him." She gave Tommy the look of half sorry and half disappointment as she rushed from the basement.