Protection (closed)

[heartofcourage]

Molly gives a great heaving sigh as if she’s being put out and she finally nods as she finishes her cereal and then leaves the room to get dressed. She’s waiting by the front door with her backpack as she waits for you to take her to school.

By the time you return home, I’ve woke and dressed, fixing us a breakfast of bacon and eggs with more coffee. I smile as you walk in the door, sneaking a kiss before you sit down and I made some toast.

“Thanks for taking Molly to school today, baby.” I say as I place the toast on a separate plate with some jelly and butter.

 

[garajd]

And she is still giving me pretty much of a "silent treatment" on the way to school . . . "women!!"

Once I get back to the house, the smell of bacon and eggs greet me, along with the smell of more coffee. After a guick kiss, you join me at the table. "Babe, we've got a bit of an issue with Molly. She wants to call her Daddy today. I told her, 'Not today', but that we would talk about it later. Looks like that conversation about his current residence is going to come up sooner, rather than later. Obviously, I can keep her distracted this afternoon with working on the playhouse, but I'm pretty sure she will ask again tonight."

"The final decision is yours about how we handle this; but, I'm thinking that I might be the one to tell her. After all, I'm the 'cop' here and I've had these conversations with families and kids before. Then you are still the one she can come to and be comforted."

 

[heartofcourage]

I sigh deeply as you drop that bombshell on me. I shake my head and take a few bites of my eggs as I think all of this over. “I know she misses him, but this is something that I really don’t want to have to deal with. Maybe if you explained to her the situation and if she’s still having a hard time I can talk with a councilor at her school.”

 

[garajd]

Reaching across the table to hold your hand, "Love, when I moved in here, I signed up for the tough times along with all of the good times. And we have probably had more than our share of good times already. So here comes one of the tough ones. And we will get thru it. I think that when we pick her up today, you need to take a couple of minutes and talk to the director and let them know what we will be telling Molly tonight. That way they can be prepared to deal with any negative behavior while Molly process all that is going on. I'm pretty sure she will want to stay hiome tomorrow . . and that my be OK . . . but she needs to get back to school as soon as possible with her friends."

Finishing our breakfast . . . kinda quiet for a while . . . lot of stuff for us to think thru, too.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Yeah. I’ll talk to her teacher and the director when we go pick her up. Maybe you could take her for some ice cream while I do that?” I ask, depending on you to help make my little girl happy again.

Breakfast is quiet and little down as we finish and wash the dishes. I head back upstairs to get dressed and then follow you out to the car so we can go and finish some of our errands. A trip to the hardware store to grab some tools that you need and a stop at the grocery store to pick up some things for dinner, soon we have some free time on our hands.

“So…umm…I’ve been wondering what else might be at that erotic store. I was a little nervous the first time we were in there.” I say softly as I look over at you and smile.

 

[garajd]

"So, maybe a stop on the way to the school just to browse?" Seeing you nod of agreement, and with that familiar blush in your cheeks, I turn at the next intersection and drive to the store; for some reason you seem to be quieter than usual!!

Parking beside the store, you grab my hand as we walk in. The clerk looks up and , since we are obviously over 21, goes back to flipping thru her porno magazine, after calling out, "If you need any help, let me know."

Showing you around the store - racks of porno magazines: straight, gay (men & women), weird fetishes (feet, anal, latex, bondage, S&M). Off in another corner, lots of sex aids - more vibrators than you can imagine, plenty of lubes, flavored panties, cock rings that have a know to rub against the clit during lovemaking, anal vibrators and plugs. And in the back of the store, a theater that hows full length prono movies . . . and individual booths with movies . . . need to explore that some night when we don't have to hurry home.

 

[heartofcourage]

I look around the store again with wide eyes, my hand holding yours tightly as you show me around. There are things that I know by sight and some things that make me blush deeply. Shivering, I look over the magazines and movies, the toys and everything else that is all around us.

I pick up a pair of flavored panties and look them over, looking at you with a giggle as I place them back on the shelf and then look over the cock ring that would brush against the clit. The very idea makes me shiver again, pressing my body next to yours.

“I’m wet, Alan.” I whisper against your ear, placing a kiss to your cheek as I rub against you like some kind of sexual deviant.

 

[garajd]

"So what is getting your attention today? They even have thongs for men here that I could wear under my jeans or slacks when we go out. Only you would know of course. Or do you like some of the cock rings . . . or a pair of the leather cuffs, which we cuold use instead of the scarves . . . "

I can see that you are really getting turned on by all of the options in front of you . . . your eyes are wide open . . . and I can only guess how wet you are.

Looking at my watch . . . 30 minutes till we have to pick up Molly; I grab your hand and walk toward the small booths in the back, getting the required tokens from the clerk, who still looks totally bored.

 

[heartofcourage]

“I think the cuffs…and maybe the cock ring.” I tell you with my cheeks blushing rosy red. “But whatever you want too.”

I gasp as you take my hand and walk towards the small booths in the back, pulling me into the darkened space once you have tokens. “What are you doing, Alan?” I ask, my voice both breathless, tense, and excited.

 

[garajd]

Dropping some tokens in the slot, a movie starts playing . . . girl on girl. I hit the button and the next movie is up . .. two guys and one girl, a cock in her pussy and a cok in her mouth . . . hit the button again . . . this time it is two guys with huge cocks, one giving the other a blowjob . .. one more push, this time two girls and one guy, both of them sucking and licking his cock . . . I leave this one on as I reach around you and unsnap your jeans and slide my hand down inside your panties . . . "God, baby, your are wet!!"

 

[heartofcourage]

I gasp as you pull me against you and unsnap my jeans, your fingers sliding into my panties and stroking my wet pussy. I moan softly as you tease my pink folds and reach behind me to wrap my arm around your neck and pull your lips down to mine. I devour your mouth in a passionate kiss, whimpering as you gently caress my pussy.

“God, Alan. What do you do to me?” I whisper against your lips as my attention is divided between what your fingers are doing and what is playing on the screen in front of me.

 

[garajd]

No time for talk as you devour my mouth, and my fingers spread your wet folds and find your clit . . . your eyers focused on the screen as the two naked girls take turns sucking the guy's cock, stroking his full length, and playing with his balls . . . doesn't take long before you see him start cumming and both girls try to lick up as much of his powerful load as they can . . . then kissing each other and swapping his cum on their tongues . . . and then you let go yourself, all over my fingers and hand . . .

 

[heartofcourage]

I moan and whimper as you spread my lips and caress my clit with your finger. I’m squirming against you, my body shaking as my orgasm builds. The scene before me is incredibly erotic and soon after the women begin kissing, I let out a loud cry and cum on your fingers, my arm clinging to your neck as I hold myself upright while my legs shake.

 

[garajd]

God, what an orgasm . . . seems like every time we try something new or different, your orgasm is more intense than the previous. As you slowly relax, I get to lick my fingers clean of your sweet honey. Stepping out of the booth after you get yourself back together . . . not sure if you noticed or not, but there is a circular hole between the booths about cock height. Don't think anyone was in the next booth watching us this time . . . but it happens frequently.

Picking out a pair of cuffs and a cock ring, I complete our purchase and, hiding the package, in the trunk, we are off to pick up Molly and get started on the playhouse. Yuor cheeks are still a bit flushed and your breathing a bit faster than normal/

 

[heartofcourage]

I’m still shaking from my orgasm as we drive to Molly’s school. I pull down the mirror on my side of the car, making sure my hair is back in place. There is nothing to be done for the blush on my cheeks or the way my breath is still coming in quick gasps. As you pull up in front of the school, I lean over and kiss your cheek.

“I’ll send her out in a minute. Take her for some ice cream. Vanilla cone, one scoop only.” I say, staring at you with a firm glance to make sure that you understand. “I’ll talk to the teacher while you’re gone.”

 

[garajd]

Smiling at you, "Yes, dear . . . one scoop only, vanilla. Understood. We'll be back in about 30 minutes; that should be enough time, do you think?"

Watching as Molly comes running down the sidewalk and hops in the back seat and seatbelts herself in the car seat. "OK, Molly, we've a got a few minutes while Mommy talks to your teacher. So a quick ice cream cone, then pick her up, and go home and get started building a playhouse."

So far, Molly is in a much better mood than when I dropped her off this morning.

Back in 30 minutes and you are standing in front of the school waiting for us. Molly is bouncing up and down, a combination of the ice cream and the excitement of getting started on her playhouse.

 

[heartofcourage]

I explain to her teach what has happened and the problems that it’s been causing at home. She is sympathetic to what Molly is going through and promises to watch out for any problems and spend a little extra time with her. She also agrees that maybe some time with the guidance councilor might be a good thing.

With that done, I feel a little bit better as I wait for you both to come back. When I see Molly in the back seat smiling from ear to ear, I laugh and slide into the passenger seat.

“Ready to go build a playhouse, Molly?” I ask, looking into the backseat as I watch her eating her ice cream. “Well, I guess we should head home then. I’ve got to start dinner and you guys needs to build a house.”

 

[garajd]

As we get home, Molly heads for the garage, "Oops, Molly . . . better run inside and find some work clothes - jeans and a sweatshirt. Can't build a playhouse in school clothes." As she heads in with you to change, I carry in our shopping bags . . . one for the play house . . . and one for the adult playroom upstairs.

Dragging the box outside, just as Molly rejoins me. We get everything unpacked and start putting together the frame. "Molly, let's get the outside put together tonight; tomorrow after school we should be able to get all the inside done."

As I get the frame pieces together, I point to tghe tool I need and she hands it to me; pretty soon the frame is starting to take shape and she is a happy girl.

Just as we get the last pieces of framing bolted together, I hear you calling us to come in and get ready for dinner.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Come on, Miss Molly. We’ll get you changed.” I say, smiling as I take her hand and take her to her room to get changed into tennis shoes, sweatshirt, and jeans. Once she is back outside, she is giddy and happy, insisting that she wants to help you use the tools.

I watch outside the back window as I start dinner. I smile as you interact with her and she is so happy that it makes tears come to my eyes. I sigh as I start on the lasagna and garlic bread, bringing you both out glasses of lemonade as it cooks.

About an hour later, it is time to eat and I call you both in, helping Molly to wash her hands as you set the table. When we sit down for dinner, it seems that everything is back to normal, all thoughts of her calls to her father out of her head.

 

[garajd]

"Cardinal game on TV tonight, Molly . . . want to watch a couple of innings before bed? Big game tonight. Go ahead and get it turned on; I'm going to help wyou Mom with the dishes, then I'll be in and watch with you."

Clearing the table then drying a few things, doesn't take us too long to clear the kitchen; Molly yelling at me that the game has started. "I'll be right there." Before I join her, I turn to you, "Did you enjoy our little shopping trip this afternoon?"

 

[heartofcourage]

“I did enjoy it.” I say with a smile as I sneak a kiss and finish the dishes. “Why don’t you talk to her about her dad during the game? I’ll snuggle with her tonight and hope that I make her feel better.”

 

[garajd]

"That's all you have to say . . . you enjoyed it?"

Moving out to the couch and joining Molly in front of the Cardinal game. Taking the remote from her, I turn the sound down, which brings a questioning look from her.

"Molly, I need to talk to you about something really serious. OK?" Questioning eyes, but she nods her head. "It's about your daddy and why I told you that you couldn't call him today." The chin starts to quiver, but I've got to get this said. "You know he did some bad things; that's why your mommy had to make him leave the house and why they are not married anymore." Another nod, but with still a quivering chin. "Molly, your daddy was selling drugs to people . . . and I know that your teachers have talked to you about drugs and how bad they can be. So, when your daddy got caught selling drugs, the judge decided that he would have to go to jail for a few years. So, honey, the reason you can see him or call him right now is because of that. I know this is very hard for you to understand, but you Mommy did what she had to do to protect you . . . and that's what I am trying to help her do. You know I really care about you too." Wrapping my arm around her shoulder just as the tears start flowing . . . looking up as you step in from the kitchen. She hears you behind her and jumps off the couch and runs toward you.

 

[heartofcourage]

I knee down and catch her in my arms just as she barrels into me. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her tight and rock her while she cries and howls. Murmuring things into her ear, it breaks my heart that she’s in so much pain and I can’t do anything to stop it.

“It’s going to be alright, Molly. Things will be alright.” I say as I lift her in my arms and move to sit down on the couch again, her in my lap and you beside us. “Your daddy made some bad choices and he has to be punished. It’s like when you have to go to time out. It’s not forever.” I say, my stomach clenching as I think that if it’s proven that he’s the one that was trying to spook me with the phone calls, it might become forever.

“Shhhh….baby.” I say, drying her eyes as she clings to me. “I know it hurts and it’s alright to be angry. We just want you to be happy and safe. Your daddy can’t make good choices right now so he can’t talk to you.”

She cries further at that, her tears soaking my shoulder as I look at you and motion to you to turn up the volume on the TV. The sounds of the game start again and soon she’s cried out, laying against my shoulder and peeking at the TV.

 

[garajd]

I knew that what I had to say would really be difficult for Molly to handle . . . but slowly she calms down, and even starts peeking over her shoulder at the game. Reaching over and wiping away some of the tears with my finger; even her breathing is starting to slow down and get back to normal. Finally she turns and sits on your lap, starting to get connected again with the game on TV.

"How about if I go up and get your pajamas and you can get undressed down here and watch a little more of the game?"

 

[heartofcourage]

Molly looks at you and nods, sniffling as she leans back against me. “And some juice too?” She asks, her red eyes looking at you and begging.

“Apple juice is in the fridge.” I say with a smile as I comb my fingers through her soft blonde hair. “And maybe a glass of wine for us?” I ask myself.