The sweetest girl she knows

So, convinced that the part of the innocent girl getting corrupted could no longer be faked by herself, Gretchen decided to make a of possible candidates. But after half-a-day Gretchen could only come up with one name: Molly Meara. It was too perfect.

Molly was the head of Campus Charities at Miranda college. She was sweet and caring and always happy like a ray of sunshine. In fact "Sunshine" was a bit of a nickname the other girls had given to her her, though she had always too shy to accept it.

"I'm just doing my job" Molly would say and then head off to a charity drive, or tutoring session.

Gretchen thought that no woman she'd ever known would be more perfect to corrupt for her project. But no woman would be as difficult. The idea of Sunshine Molly doing something like this, giving into desires so base, she'd never realized she'd had them, seemed impossible. In fact, nothing about Molly even seemed sexual, even though she was strikingly pretty, with cute short, copper-colored hair and that relentless beaming smile.

She was almost too sweet. So sweet it completely undid her sexuality. Thinking about her sexually felt wrong to Gretchen, even now when everything sexual felt right to her. But Gretchen knew she could pull it off. If she could be converted into a happy whore, certainly Molly could be. Hell, as far as Gretchen knew, Molly probably even enjoyed sex. After all, most people did.

Gretchen wondered if it was possible that men had trouble seeing Molly sexually too. Were they also so won over by her joy and cheer that lustful thoughts of her brought nothing but guilt? Or would they get one look at her green eyes and lightly speckled skin and feel the need to jerk off, like they did over every other pretty girl.

A day later, Gretchen's mind was aflame of memories of herself in the park, getting fucked and cum on my man after man. Except each time she replaced her own image with Molly's. It was unfathomable, but she knew she had to.

Gretchen paid a visit to the Campus Charities office. She was no stranger to the organization, occasionally working with them to promote women's issues, healthy body image and self esteem. It was all part of the old Gretchen's crusade against sex. Now she was there to convince Sunshine Molly to get penetrated by countless strangers on video. And she didn't have a very good plan of seduction.

Molly met her with a big smile as always. "Hi Gretchen!" She beamed with a little wave. She wore a big brown sweater and skinny jeans that fitted their way into a pair of brown boots. Her eyes were filled with genuine excitement to see her classmate.

Gretchen smiled back. She couldn't help it. And for a moment she felt guilty, and dirty. And the feeling dirty made her feel better.

The two girls caught for a while, at first with small talk, then a little more substance. Molly went on and on about her two big projects. She was recruiting people to visit a nearby senior home to read to the elderly, and she was trying to put together a program to help local at-risk youth. Molly spoke of helping others with fervent joy and sincerity.

If the is all she ever thought about, Gretchen knew she was going to have some trouble. So she tried a new tactic. "Do you want to go somewhere and catch up? This office is kinda..."

"Office-like?" Molly nodded.

"Yeah." Gretchen answered. "Do you drink?"

"A little" Molly said. And soon they were out the door and heading to a campus bar.

Gretchen decided on a place called "The Bruised Plum" the sort of bar with flickering lights and sticky floors. She doubted it was Molly's kind of place. Hell, it was barely her kind of place. Though as she looked around she did have a sudden desire to get fucked up on the bar. It was how her brain worked now. She accepted it.

But Molly smiled and didn't put up a fight.

Gretchen ordered the two girls a couple mojitos and tried to hatch a plan as Molly sipped her drink gently. Gretchen started to make talk again. "So, Sunshine..." Molly blushed. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Molly shook her head undiscouraged "Not at the moment. Who's got time, right?"

"But you do go on dates?"

"Sometimes."

"And you do prefer men, right?"

"Yeah." Molly smiled sheepishly.

Gretchen returned the smile. But inside she wasn't happy. So far, no opening. She wondered why these dates weren't working out for Molly. Maybe guys did have trouble seeing her as anything but a sweet, almost too-innocent girl.

"When was the last time you were with a man?" Gretchen asked. The question felt ****... and rude.

"Gretchen!" Molly sat up, shocked but not angry. "That's personal."

"I just... I'm sorry, it's the booze talking." Gretchen wasn't sure why she was apologizing. But she sensed she had to fix something quickly before scaring Molly off "I just don't think I've ever seen you with a guy."

Molly nodded. "I understand. I like dating. It's fun and everything. But... it's just not a high priority for me right now."

And Gretchen felt herself running out of options. 'No man would ever be as important to her as the people she was trying to help' Gretchen thought. And then she had an idea... a terrible, wonderful idea.

If Molly cared most about the people she was trying to help, and she truly wanted them to be happy. Maybe they should be the ones to fuck her silly. Just the though of it made Gretchen feel wet and she crossed her legs and tried not to squirm.

"I'd like to help you." Gretchen said, taking a big sip of her mojito.

Molly's face lit up. "Great! That's so wonderful! What cause?"