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Written By Kelvin…
My heart rate began to accelerate faster with each silent second until suddenly, with a blinding feeling, a light flickered on. I looked around the room curious as
to where I was. There was a bucket and mop in the corner, shelves full of cleaning supplies and a huge variety of different sized brooms. All these objects
combined only proved my suspicions correct. I had, in fact, been pulled into the janitor’s closet.
‘ Well, now that I’ve figured out the ‘where,’ it’s time for the ‘who’ and the ‘why?” I thought to myself as I began to look around.
I turned my attention to the shadowy form in the corner of the closet. I reached behind me picking up the first object my hands closed around just in
case this mystery person’s plans were unfriendly. The first thing my hands fell upon was a bottle of Windex which I decided to abandon because, honestly,
what was I going to do with Windex, clean him to death? The next thing my fingers wrapped around was a duster in which I actually decided to keep because it had a good-
sized wooden handle.
l “Who are you?” I demanded trying to keep my voice even while attempting to sound intimidating, however, failing horribly. I watched as the shadowy figure
started walking toward me. I tightened my grip on the duster,preparing to swing mightily, but then the light shined down on him, revealing who he was.
I felt my hands open up as the duster fell to the ground; I stared at Adams in disbelief. I heard the duster hit the floor and yet it sounded miles away, far off in
the distance. All my fear then disappeared and was replaced by a state of shock. I stood there unable to move, completely bewildered as to why he was
here or, more importantly, why he had pulled me into the closet?
“Look…Jane, I need to apologise.” He spoke softly as he took another step toward me with his hand held out. The thought of him leaving me alone
Saturday morning finally snapped me out of my startled daze. Not to mention the fact that he had never even attempted to call me all
weekend and how he left me hanging with no explanation. I raised my right hand and slapped him
as hard as I could across the face:
One…
Two…
Three times in quick succession while tears of rage and humiliation blinded me.
I watched in satisfaction as his eyes bulged out of their sockets before he used his left hand to rub the red welts on his cheek.
“I guess I deserved that…” he replied. Using my left hand this time, I raised it and with every ounce of strength I could summon, I smacked him hard on the
other cheek. I watched as his head turned to the side from the force of my slap.
I know I may have gone to crazy-town , I mean it’s not like we were dating or had any commitment towards each other, much less a relationship. Either way, any
guy who is rude enough to take a girl’s virginity and then skulk off into the night while she’s sleeping, deserves what he gets, if not more.
I looked up at him, both his cheeks had welts and the muscles in his jaw pulsated. It almost looked as if he had been stuck outside in the middle of hammatan for an entire day.
“Why did you leave me like that?” I asked angrily, “How could you do that to me?!” My voice grew louder and angrier by the minute.
He lowered his head in shame, staring at the ground before he began to speak; “I’m sorry Jane…” He began, “It’s just, I’ve…Well, I’ve never slept with anyone before.”
“That is such a lie! You’ve slept with lots of girls!” I was so furious that he had the nerve to stand there and lie straight to my face.
“No, Jane I haven’t.” He repeated, “Sure I’ve had s*x with a few girls but I’ve never actually slept in a bed with them. When I woke up in the morning with my
arms around you…I freaked, I got scared and ran away. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Oh yah? And you didn’t even have the decency to call me?” “I figured you didn’t want to talk to me,” He finally lifted his head and looked into
my eyes, “I couldn’t get you out of my head all weekend…I just had to see you again.” He reached up with his hand as he placed his fingers under my chin in an attempt
to lift my head up. The second his fingers touched my skin, tingles shot through my body as my breathing began to quicken. I stared back hard, trying to read his eyes and see
through his lies, yet all of his body language screamed sincerity and remorse.
He took another step closer to me and I could feel his breath against my face. His hand left my chin as both of his arms wrapped around my waist. My stomach
began to flip around as I felt my body heating up. I watched his face inch closer to mine until I felt his lips lightly brush against my own, tentatively, as if asking
permission. It was as if some s*x-crazed- nymphomaniac had then taken over my body. I wrapped my arms hastily around his neck and forced his body hard against
mine as our kiss began to deepen. I felt his arms tighten around my waist until both our bodies were intertwined leaving no space in between.
His hands began to roam up every inch of my body which left no place untouched. In that same moment I buried my fingers under his shirt and tugged on the back of his head. My body
was vibrating in the satisfaction of his touch; never had I imagined something that could feel so indefinably pleasing.Finally, I pulled my arms back as I rested
them on his chest and, with all my strength; I pushed him away forcefully, nearly causing him to tumble over. He caught his balance just in time to look up at me as I reached down to the bottom
of my sweater and pulled it up over my head. His eyes narrowed before lightening up in excitement. He then pulled off his shirt and revealed his perfect rippling eight-pack.
He quickly came back to me as he began ripping off my shirt and then my bra; leaving both of our torsos completely Unclad. He began to feel up my body again, only this time, with his lips. An
unbearable sensation exploded through my body as my patience seemed to be holding on by barely a thread. I couldn’t handle the foreplay for even one more second as the ineffable memory of last
time continued to flash across my mind. I was just in the process of unbuttoning his jeans when he froze. “What-are-you-” I tried to speak between gasps but his hand covered my mouth quickly forcing me into silence.
That’s when I heard the keys jingling on the other side of the door. I pushed Adams out of the way as I reached to the floor in attempt to grab my clothes. Adams did the same as we both
continued banging into each other and the shelves; knocking over brooms and mops and spilling bottles of cleaning supplies. All in an attempt to quickly put our clothes back on.
“Who’s in there?!” I heard an old, scratchy voice yell through the door. The sound of a dead bolt clicking open reached my ears the same second I pulled my sweater on and fell to my
bottom with a crash. The door swung open exposing Mr. Clinton the school janitor. He was tall and bony and probably in his sixties. He had a shag of white hair with a long
matching beard and kind of resembled a really skinny Santa Claus.
He looked at Adams who was standing by the shelves fully dressed with a little smirk on his face. Then, he turned his glance down to me (who was sitting in a pool of spilled
cleaners, hair in a tangled mess on my head and my sweater inside out!). “Oh you kids!” Mr Clinton said, shooing us out of the closet. “You crazy kids, with all your hormones going nutty inside
you. You’re always running around finding little hiding spots to smooch together.” His voice was scratchy as if he’d been smoking all his life. I got up off the floor, instantly realizing
my butt was soaked from the cleaners that had been knocked over. We managed to walk out of the closet with some dignity, both of us holding in our laughter.
“This is my closet, if you want to go…go…smooching each other, then go find some other place.” He continued to talk, “Out, Out!” The second me and Adams were out of
the closet we began to run down the deserted hallways.Everyone was either still in the cafeteria or outside basking in the sun. I could hear Mr. Clinton mumbling something
about kids these days and s*x before marriage. Once Adams and I were out of Mr. Clinton’s sight leaned against the wall and began erupting in laughter. I slid down
the locker behind me and fell to the floor as he did the same. “D-did You-” Adams tried speaking between his laughter. “Did you s-see Mr. Clinton’s fa-face!”
My laughter rose higher as the image of Mr. Clinton’s expression ran through my mind. He looked completely shocked and even a bit disgusted. “Yah-” I tried talking this time. I was
laughing so hard that I had to put my hand on Adams’ shoulder to try and keep myself balanced. “Look a-at my bu-butt!” I laughed, “I fe-fell in the pu-puddle!” Adams’ laugh then roared louder, “and
m-my swe-sweater is on inside ou-out!” “Ewww!” A girl’s voice interrupted our laughter.
I looked up and saw Tabitha glaring down at us with Tiffany on her left side and on her right was Jessica. The trio of Malibu Barbies stared at me in disgust. Their faces scrunched up, marring their
features and their perfectly applied makeup.
Tabitha continued speaking, “Adams, what are you doing?” Adams jumped up to his feet as his face flushed red. It was almost as if he was embarrassed to be seen with me. I felt my heart sink.
“Nothing!” he said while not even glancing my way, “Wow, its class time already. I should probably go!” Without so much as a peek over at me, he ran down the hall and left me sitting there
all by myself. The moment Adams had disappeared around a corner, Tabitha crouched down closer to me and began to speak again with so much venom in her voice; “Look girl, I don’t care if you’re Richard’s little
sister or not, Adams is mine so you’d better stay away from him!” “He’s not yours!” Both Tiffany and Jessica said in unison.
“Excuse me!” Tabitha said turning her attention to them, “Did you not see the way he completely ignored you two at the party? Give it up already!” With that, she tossed her mane in the air
and began to walk down the hallway. Tiffany and Jessica stood there for a second, staring blankly at the wall, before turning around and running after her.
That left me sitting on the floor soaking wet,feeling completely embarrassed and ashamed by my stupidity and, once again, alone.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Written By Kelvin…
My heart rate began to accelerate faster with each silent second until suddenly, with a blinding feeling, a light flickered on. I looked around the room curious as
to where I was. There was a bucket and mop in the corner, shelves full of cleaning supplies and a huge variety of different sized brooms. All these objects
combined only proved my suspicions correct. I had, in fact, been pulled into the janitor’s closet.
‘ Well, now that I’ve figured out the ‘where,’ it’s time for the ‘who’ and the ‘why?” I thought to myself as I began to look around.
I turned my attention to the shadowy form in the corner of the closet. I reached behind me picking up the first object my hands closed around just in
case this mystery person’s plans were unfriendly. The first thing my hands fell upon was a bottle of Windex which I decided to abandon because, honestly,
what was I going to do with Windex, clean him to death? The next thing my fingers wrapped around was a duster in which I actually decided to keep because it had a good-
sized wooden handle.
l “Who are you?” I demanded trying to keep my voice even while attempting to sound intimidating, however, failing horribly. I watched as the shadowy figure
started walking toward me. I tightened my grip on the duster,preparing to swing mightily, but then the light shined down on him, revealing who he was.
I felt my hands open up as the duster fell to the ground; I stared at Adams in disbelief. I heard the duster hit the floor and yet it sounded miles away, far off in
the distance. All my fear then disappeared and was replaced by a state of shock. I stood there unable to move, completely bewildered as to why he was
here or, more importantly, why he had pulled me into the closet?
“Look…Jane, I need to apologise.” He spoke softly as he took another step toward me with his hand held out. The thought of him leaving me alone
Saturday morning finally snapped me out of my startled daze. Not to mention the fact that he had never even attempted to call me all
weekend and how he left me hanging with no explanation. I raised my right hand and slapped him
as hard as I could across the face:
One…
Two…
Three times in quick succession while tears of rage and humiliation blinded me.
I watched in satisfaction as his eyes bulged out of their sockets before he used his left hand to rub the red welts on his cheek.
“I guess I deserved that…” he replied. Using my left hand this time, I raised it and with every ounce of strength I could summon, I smacked him hard on the
other cheek. I watched as his head turned to the side from the force of my slap.
I know I may have gone to crazy-town , I mean it’s not like we were dating or had any commitment towards each other, much less a relationship. Either way, any
guy who is rude enough to take a girl’s virginity and then skulk off into the night while she’s sleeping, deserves what he gets, if not more.
I looked up at him, both his cheeks had welts and the muscles in his jaw pulsated. It almost looked as if he had been stuck outside in the middle of hammatan for an entire day.
“Why did you leave me like that?” I asked angrily, “How could you do that to me?!” My voice grew louder and angrier by the minute.
He lowered his head in shame, staring at the ground before he began to speak; “I’m sorry Jane…” He began, “It’s just, I’ve…Well, I’ve never slept with anyone before.”
“That is such a lie! You’ve slept with lots of girls!” I was so furious that he had the nerve to stand there and lie straight to my face.
“No, Jane I haven’t.” He repeated, “Sure I’ve had s*x with a few girls but I’ve never actually slept in a bed with them. When I woke up in the morning with my
arms around you…I freaked, I got scared and ran away. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Oh yah? And you didn’t even have the decency to call me?” “I figured you didn’t want to talk to me,” He finally lifted his head and looked into
my eyes, “I couldn’t get you out of my head all weekend…I just had to see you again.” He reached up with his hand as he placed his fingers under my chin in an attempt
to lift my head up. The second his fingers touched my skin, tingles shot through my body as my breathing began to quicken. I stared back hard, trying to read his eyes and see
through his lies, yet all of his body language screamed sincerity and remorse.
He took another step closer to me and I could feel his breath against my face. His hand left my chin as both of his arms wrapped around my waist. My stomach
began to flip around as I felt my body heating up. I watched his face inch closer to mine until I felt his lips lightly brush against my own, tentatively, as if asking
permission. It was as if some s*x-crazed- nymphomaniac had then taken over my body. I wrapped my arms hastily around his neck and forced his body hard against
mine as our kiss began to deepen. I felt his arms tighten around my waist until both our bodies were intertwined leaving no space in between.
His hands began to roam up every inch of my body which left no place untouched. In that same moment I buried my fingers under his shirt and tugged on the back of his head. My body
was vibrating in the satisfaction of his touch; never had I imagined something that could feel so indefinably pleasing.Finally, I pulled my arms back as I rested
them on his chest and, with all my strength; I pushed him away forcefully, nearly causing him to tumble over. He caught his balance just in time to look up at me as I reached down to the bottom
of my sweater and pulled it up over my head. His eyes narrowed before lightening up in excitement. He then pulled off his shirt and revealed his perfect rippling eight-pack.
He quickly came back to me as he began ripping off my shirt and then my bra; leaving both of our torsos completely Unclad. He began to feel up my body again, only this time, with his lips. An
unbearable sensation exploded through my body as my patience seemed to be holding on by barely a thread. I couldn’t handle the foreplay for even one more second as the ineffable memory of last
time continued to flash across my mind. I was just in the process of unbuttoning his jeans when he froze. “What-are-you-” I tried to speak between gasps but his hand covered my mouth quickly forcing me into silence.
That’s when I heard the keys jingling on the other side of the door. I pushed Adams out of the way as I reached to the floor in attempt to grab my clothes. Adams did the same as we both
continued banging into each other and the shelves; knocking over brooms and mops and spilling bottles of cleaning supplies. All in an attempt to quickly put our clothes back on.
“Who’s in there?!” I heard an old, scratchy voice yell through the door. The sound of a dead bolt clicking open reached my ears the same second I pulled my sweater on and fell to my
bottom with a crash. The door swung open exposing Mr. Clinton the school janitor. He was tall and bony and probably in his sixties. He had a shag of white hair with a long
matching beard and kind of resembled a really skinny Santa Claus.
He looked at Adams who was standing by the shelves fully dressed with a little smirk on his face. Then, he turned his glance down to me (who was sitting in a pool of spilled
cleaners, hair in a tangled mess on my head and my sweater inside out!). “Oh you kids!” Mr Clinton said, shooing us out of the closet. “You crazy kids, with all your hormones going nutty inside
you. You’re always running around finding little hiding spots to smooch together.” His voice was scratchy as if he’d been smoking all his life. I got up off the floor, instantly realizing
my butt was soaked from the cleaners that had been knocked over. We managed to walk out of the closet with some dignity, both of us holding in our laughter.
“This is my closet, if you want to go…go…smooching each other, then go find some other place.” He continued to talk, “Out, Out!” The second me and Adams were out of
the closet we began to run down the deserted hallways.Everyone was either still in the cafeteria or outside basking in the sun. I could hear Mr. Clinton mumbling something
about kids these days and s*x before marriage. Once Adams and I were out of Mr. Clinton’s sight leaned against the wall and began erupting in laughter. I slid down
the locker behind me and fell to the floor as he did the same. “D-did You-” Adams tried speaking between his laughter. “Did you s-see Mr. Clinton’s fa-face!”
My laughter rose higher as the image of Mr. Clinton’s expression ran through my mind. He looked completely shocked and even a bit disgusted. “Yah-” I tried talking this time. I was
laughing so hard that I had to put my hand on Adams’ shoulder to try and keep myself balanced. “Look a-at my bu-butt!” I laughed, “I fe-fell in the pu-puddle!” Adams’ laugh then roared louder, “and
m-my swe-sweater is on inside ou-out!” “Ewww!” A girl’s voice interrupted our laughter.
I looked up and saw Tabitha glaring down at us with Tiffany on her left side and on her right was Jessica. The trio of Malibu Barbies stared at me in disgust. Their faces scrunched up, marring their
features and their perfectly applied makeup.
Tabitha continued speaking, “Adams, what are you doing?” Adams jumped up to his feet as his face flushed red. It was almost as if he was embarrassed to be seen with me. I felt my heart sink.
“Nothing!” he said while not even glancing my way, “Wow, its class time already. I should probably go!” Without so much as a peek over at me, he ran down the hall and left me sitting there
all by myself. The moment Adams had disappeared around a corner, Tabitha crouched down closer to me and began to speak again with so much venom in her voice; “Look girl, I don’t care if you’re Richard’s little
sister or not, Adams is mine so you’d better stay away from him!” “He’s not yours!” Both Tiffany and Jessica said in unison.
“Excuse me!” Tabitha said turning her attention to them, “Did you not see the way he completely ignored you two at the party? Give it up already!” With that, she tossed her mane in the air
and began to walk down the hallway. Tiffany and Jessica stood there for a second, staring blankly at the wall, before turning around and running after her.
That left me sitting on the floor soaking wet,feeling completely embarrassed and ashamed by my stupidity and, once again, alone.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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