As in any legal American erotic, all the characters reached the age of agreement (in the US, as a rule, 18 years old) /
When Charlie Tucker drove to the school parking lot, he, as often happened on Saturdays, thought about how other high school students spend Saturday evening. Did he miss something that he would later regret? Crazy parties, like in the movies, when the parents left the city, and everything was plunged into chaos? Or is this type of party just fiction, and everyone is sitting at home with their computers or playing teleshoot?
In the video editing room he had two helpers from the lower classes, Dinesh and Michael, and these two had a bunch of friends who seemed to go to the movies every weekend. Every Monday they discussed the new film, which they watched. Even if there were only crappy movies at the box office, they went and watched a crappy movie.
Dinesh called Charlie with him several times. But Charlie always refused. If watching a shit movie was the only thing he missed on Saturdays, then it was a small loss.
Charlie drove through the school parking lot, ignoring the white lines that indicated the parking spaces. The parking was almost empty, only a red pickup stood near the front double doors of the school.
Charlie smiled when he saw this car, because he knew it was a trick. Daryl Kramer, a weekend security guard and owner of a red pickup truck, was currently on a two-week vacation and was vacationing at a resort in Miami. Instead of hiring a guard to replace Daryl, director Edwards asked him to park his car at the school, as he usually did, so it seemed that he was still on duty.
Charlie drove around the school and drove to the back porch. He liked Daryl. Sometimes, when Charlie was working on a video editing session on weekends, Daryl stopped by and they talked. Daryl was bored patrolling an empty school during the weekend, and he loved to watch Charlie edit the video. “Go to Hollywood after graduation, Charlie ... there is your place!” The guard often said. At this Charlie could only smile. Deep down, he understood that the guard could not objectively evaluate his work, but at the same time, Charlie appreciated the kind words in his address.
Charlie stopped his car at the back porch, next to the green door without a sign. He got out of the car and headed for the door, pulling the keys out of his pocket. Unlocking the door, he opened it and propped it up with a small concrete block. Returning to the car, Charlie opened the trunk and began to unload the shooting equipment.
To the cabinet in the mounting room also needed a key. It was a deep closet so large that it could serve as a small bedroom. High industrial shelving along the walls. For each piece of equipment was designated shelf space. Charlie loved it when things are ordered. After he brought all the pieces of equipment and laid them on the shelves, he put down the marks on the list of equipment that hung in the closet.
When everything was moved, Charlie locked the green door and brought one of the cameras to the editorial. He connected it to the main computer and started downloading records. It was a game of the women's university basketball team - he placed three cameras on tripods, while he himself shot the fourth. Unremarkable basketball game, the team lost with a difference of twenty-two points, and the best score during the game was 4-11. But Charlie still downloaded the recordings from all four cameras and started bringing them together.
The room had a small window, but it went out into the corridor. Charlie did not have the opportunity to look outside and see the daylight fade away. Only time in the lower right corner of his computer monitor showed that evening twilight was falling on the school. Charlie watched the time. He knew that sometimes at work he could forget about the past hours, and this weekend Daryl was absent and could not remind him that it was time to return home.
He was sitting behind a computer screen with headphones turned on when he noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked toward the window and saw something flash from one side. Not something - someone. Someone was at school besides him, and that someone had just walked into the hall.
Charlie did not turn on the light in the room, the only light was the reflection of his monitor. Did someone watch him through the window? Or from the corridor the room seemed just dark and empty? He thought he was.
Charlie went to the window and looked into it. He could see the figure moving along the corridor. Long dark hair, almost to the waist. Girl. Charlie peered through the blurred glass, trying to figure out what he saw. Does he know her? The girl walked in the opposite direction from him. Her hands were bare, she slowly shook them. She had long legs that were almost covered by an incredibly short skirt. Charlie blinked for a moment, trying to determine where her legs end and the skirt begins. How can a skirt be so short? The girl turned the corner and disappeared from sight. She was heading towards the main office and the intersection of the corridors, which everyone called the "Anterior T".
Charlie was considering options for action. He could call the police and say that someone had entered the school. But he did not know for sure that the girl had penetrated inside illegally. Maybe she had a key, like him. Maybe she was a teacher, or some other employee of the school.
She did not look like a man in a hockey mask. / man in hockey mask - a maniac from the horror movie series "Friday, 13" / Charlie decided to follow the girl and find out who she is. If she had legal grounds to be here, then everything was in order. He could tell her that He also has legal grounds to be here. He didn’t want her to be frightened and called the police because of him!
Charlie left the video editing room in the hall. He slowly moved in the direction in which the girl had gone, listening to every sound. If she entered the school illegally, then it is possible that she was not alone, and he did not want to suddenly meet other intruders.
He reached the corner and looked behind him, looked at the Front T. What he saw struck him, and for a while he could only stare. The girl was standing on Front T with her back to the offices and facing the rest of the school. She was about fifteen meters away from him, but he recognized her anyway.
Michel Santos Beautiful Michel Santos. During lunch just a week before, Greg Arden noticed that Michelle entered the cafeteria and said, "Damn, Michelle Santos always dresses up, doesn't it?" fastened on the chest. Michel Santos never appeared in the morning in a T-shirt and jeans like other girls. When she came to school, she always looked as if she spent the morning at the stylist and makeup artist.
"Michelle Santos always dresses up, right?" - these words echoed in Charlie's memory, because Michelle Santos, whom he saw, had no clothes at all. The reason her skirt seemed so short was because she didn't have a skirt at all. She stood on the Front T completely naked.
Charlie could do nothing, and only looked at her body. It was like a dream. She did not try to hide behind; in fact, she seemed to be posing: legs apart, one hand on the left thigh, the other at the mouth; she bites her finger. Her body was immaculate. Her legs were incredibly long and smooth - the legs of a dancer. He followed his gaze to his waist, slid them across her flat tummy and lingered on her beautiful bosom.
He was captivated by her. How many times did he see something tight on Michel or with a cut-out, from which a teasing silhouette of this breast flashed? How many times did he look at her bust, trying to imagine how these breasts look under clothes? ..
Now they were right in front of him, rising and falling with her every breath, and he could hardly believe it.
Everything in Michelle radiated graceful femininity. Her long, thin arms. The way her dark hair fell on bare shoulders. The way she rose on tiptoe. Even the soft thrill of her eyelashes. Charlie could look at her forever.
But the way she stood, as if posing, made him wonder if there was anyone else at school. Someone invisible was standing at the front door of the school, photographing Michel, or, perhaps, shooting a video? Does Michelle have a boyfriend who makes her do it?
Charlie came around the corner. She did not notice him, her eyes were focused on what was in front of her. He came closer, clinging to the left wall and hoping to remain inconspicuous against the background of a row of brown cabinets. Charlie leaned forward, trying to see the front hall of the school and see the shadow of another person. Michelle had both hands behind her head at that time, she was brushing her long hair with her fingers, which made her breasts sticking up. Someone took a photo for a photo, portraying a fashion photographer while she was changing poses?
Charlie slowly approached. The school was quiet, but he was sure that his cautious steps did not break the silence. This was not due to the fact that she heard him. It so happened that she chose this moment to turn in his direction and, perhaps, to continue her naked walk through the school. She looked straight at him, and their eyes met.
Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened.
- Charlie! She cried. He had half a second to admire her body from the front, and then she abruptly sank to the floor. She squeezed tight, squatting and folding her arms across her chest, still staring at him with wide eyes.
- Michel? - Charlie almost asked: "What are you doing?", But quickly realized that this would be a stupid question. Now he saw that she was alone. Whatever she did, she was clearly embarrassed, being caught in this occupation. He better not hear how she tries to explain it. It might be better for him not to know.
Charlie suddenly had another idea. He lowered his voice to a whisper:
“Don't tell anyone you saw me, okay?” I thought the school would be empty ... I did not know that you would be here ...
She stared at him, blinking, still motionless.
“I didn’t think someone would be here ...” she said in a whisper, too.
“I shouldn't have ...” Charlie looked over his shoulder, as if worrying about being followed. - I got into school. I learned that the guard is not working today ... so I climbed. Please don't tell anyone ...
“I won't tell anyone if you leave now,” Michelle didn’t even want to look at him. Her eyes darted to him, then to the floor, her face glowed. - Just go. I promise I won't tell.
Charlie was looking at her, wondering how long she could stay in that position - crouching. He thought that if you approach and slightly push her, she will fall.
- Are you here too illegal? - he asked.
- No, I have the key.
- True?
- I'm the head of the cheerleader team. They gave me the keys - she still didn’t want to meet his eyes when she spoke.
- No kidding? “Charlie never saw her at school on the weekend before.” - The first time you go to school naked?
Michelle blushed deeply.
“Yes,” her voice was so quiet that he could barely hear her. - I did not think that someone would be here. I knew that the guard would not be today ...
- There was no one, and so you decided to take off your clothes?
She looked at the floor and did not answer.
- Where are you undressed? - he asked.
She glanced at him.
- Further down the hall. Will you turn to face that wall? And close your eyes. I'll go get some clothes and get dressed. Then we can talk, okay?
- Not.
She blinked:
- Not?
Charlie shrugged.
- Sorry. You're naked in the middle of school of your own volition. And you are the most beautiful girl in high school. If you think I'm going to close your eyes and miss this opportunity, you're crazy. If you want, go for the clothes, but I'm not going to look away.
Michelle inhaled sharply, and her body seemed to tremble. She pressed her hands to her chest and her hands slid up and down her forearms, as if she was trying to warm up. Charlie could hear the trembling in her breath. He said the first thing that came to mind, and he was surprised that it had such an effect on her. He looked at her with horror, expecting her to cry now, and he would feel like the worst asshole who ever lived in the world.
Suddenly she looked up and met his gaze. Her eyes were wide open, but not wet. To his surprise, she began to grow slowly, turning around like a blooming flower. She didn’t take her hands off her chest, but spread her long legs apart and straightened. Charlie knew he was staring, but he couldn't help it. His heart pounded in his chest when he saw the place between his legs - a dark line of trimmed pubic hair, leading down to the rising crease of her pink slit.
“This is a dream,” he thought, “this must be a dream.”
Michelle stood in front of him with her arms folded, but the rest of her body was completely visible. Then she even left this modesty, hands down on both sides and giving a unobstructed view of their boldly sticking breasts.
- So ok? - her voice trembled.
Charlie could not speak, but managed to nod. It was more than normal. He was embarrassed to look at her, but her perfect body attracted her gaze like a magnet. He tried to hold his gaze on her face, but inevitably found that he was falling on the bulge of her chest, or on her smooth legs, or on the curves of her hips. To look at her was to represent that you were touching her, and he was sure that her skin should be as soft as silk. He felt that he was excited and hoped that Michelle could not see the bulge in his jeans.
Incomprehensible, Michelle stood naked before him - motionless, except for a nervous trembling of hands and intermittent breathing. The pose was similar to the one in which he saw her standing on the Front T. As if she was posing - a naked mannequin in the middle of the school corridor. Her eyes were fixed on his face, and he knew that she noticed every time when the direction of his gaze fell below her neck. She can probably tell exactly which part of her body he was considering. It made him feel some tightness, but not enough to turn away.
She finally spoke.
- Now I'm going to find my clothes and get dressed. Good?
- Yes. Yes, of course - Charlie nodded. The show is over.
- I'm going to pass by you. My clothes are behind you. ”She turned her gaze to the side, looking at the wall. “I guess you're going to look at me until I get dressed.”
- In fact, I was going in the same direction. I was in the editing room.
- Let's. You're the first.
Charlie reluctantly turned and walked back to the video editing room. He could not tell whether she was following him or not. When he reached the corner, he looked back over his shoulder and saw that she was carefully tiptoeing behind him, the steps of her bare feet could not be heard on the linoleum floor.
- How long have you been here? - he asked.
“Just arrived,” she stopped ten feet behind him, waiting for him to start moving again. So he did, but went half around, so that you could look at her.
“How did you know that there was no guard?” - he asked.
“Mrs. Eliot told me.”
- True?
- Yes. She told me: be careful if you are alone at school at the weekend, because there will be no guard. But his pickup will still be parked in front of the building, - Michelle bit her lip. - How do you know that he is not here?
“I heard him say he would go on vacation in Miami.”
- That is, you knew that he would not be, and got into the school.
- Yes.
- Climbed for what? ..
Charlie hesitated, but the answer came to him quickly:
- To use editorial in room editing.
- What? What for?
“There's a secret selection of porn videos on a hard drive,” that was true. Every employee of the videomnote knew about the secret compilation. No one knew exactly who had saved it, and whether any of the teachers was aware of this. Charlie suspected that one of the previous students had hidden the video there to create something like “Greatest Hits of Porn”. / Greatest Hits of Porn - “The greatest hits of pornography”, by analogy with the music collections of the greatest hits / None of the employees spoke directly about this, but Charlie heard veiled references to the compilation and its content, and realized that he was not the only one who knew about it .
He continued:
“I wanted to copy some files from the hard drive and try to put them together,” he was pleased with this explanation. It sounded believable and did not involve him in anything illegal, except for hacking and entering.
- Oh my God! - Michelle breathed. - They allow you to keep porn on computers?
- It is hidden on the disk. I do not know if any of the teachers know that it is there. I found it by chance, - Charlie went to the door to the room and stopped. She also stopped ten feet behind, looking at him.
“Well ...” he said, not wanting to return to his computer, “I would not see you if you did not see me.” Right?
“Yes,” Michelle whispered. “Thank you.”
Her hands lay on top of her thighs, inscribing fine lines with her fingers. She stepped forward, still tiptoed, and Charlie stepped back into the doorway, letting her pass by him.
But, to his surprise, she approached and stopped right in front of him. He could barely breathe, standing as close to a naked woman as he had ever been in his life.
- Will you show me? She asked.
- I'll show you? - Charlie could hardly concentrate.
- Porn that you watched. Can I see?
- Uh ... okay. If you want, - he retreated into a dark room. Michelle stood for a second, still writing out the lines on her hips with her fingers. Then she entered after him.
Charlie returned to his usual editorial chair. There was still a snapshot of the basketball game that he was editing, it seemed, in time immemorial. Michelle found another swivel chair and set it close. She sat in him, palms on her knees, her breasts were so close to him that he could clearly see the freckles above her right nipple. He hoped that she did not notice how his hand shook as he moved the mouse.
He saved and closed his work, and then moved to a hidden folder. In the catalog appeared miniature images of various porn scenes. All of them had insignificant names, for example DLHRY2342 and PBRTS7231. He opened the first.
A woman appeared on the screen, lounging by the pool in a tiny bikini. A man with a dragon tattoo on his biceps appeared on the screen and crouched next to the woman. He began to rub the tanning lotion on her shoulders. Very soon the bikini was removed from the woman and both of them started kissing and caressing each other.
- Oh my God! - Michelle watched, wide-eyed.
- Have you ever seen porn?
- No, God, no, - Michelle looked at him: - Will you open the next video?
The next video was with two women kissing on the couch, and Michelle almost immediately asked to move on. They moved down the catalog, opening the video for the video. Some of them they watched must have been a minute or two, while the others Michelle immediately asked to skip.
On some they lingered. On one, the couple undressed and had sex in the library. Michelle leaned forward, and Charlie couldn't help but notice how her chest swayed when she moved, and how painfully close she was to touch his hand.
- Do you think this is a real library? She asked.
- It looks quite real.
- With people in it? Learning and reading while they filmed it?
- No, they will not do that. I do not know, maybe it is not real. Maybe this is just a decoration.
On the other was a group of men and women playing strip poker. Women seemed to lose each time, and quickly lost all their clothes. They began to fulfill desires after each loss. One woman had to drink water from a bowl, like a dog. Another woman, blindfolded, was brought out naked.
Michelle breathed loudly:
- Oh, look! The car drove!
- Where?
- rewind back. There!
- Oh, yes. Although too far away to see anything.
- But it means it is for real! They really took her to the street, where, passing by, someone can see her!
“Yes, I think they did,” Charlie looked at Michelle. She was clearly delighted with the video, and this gave him the opportunity, without being noticed, to hold her gaze on her body. She sat with her legs tight, but he could still see some dark hair just below the navel. He followed the line of a well-groomed dark cannon to the place where it disappeared into the depression between the legs. Her nipples were hard pink dots with half a dollar sized areoles. He could smell the flowery smell of a light perfume coming from her.
Her hands were still on her hips, and she ran her hands back and forth, back and forth. She ran her fingers up and down from the moment he caught her. Perhaps a nervous habit.
No, Charlie corrected himself. Not a nervous habit. Reminder. She touched her bare legs to remind herself that she was naked.
- Michel, did you plan this? - He asked, - Or did it happen spontaneously?
- BUT?
- You came to school, knowing that you will walk here naked? Or did you come here, realized that one, and just did it?
She shivered awkwardly:
- Uh ... both of them? - she glanced at him: - Have you ever had a fantasy in which it suddenly turns out that you are going to a school full of people, and you are completely naked?
“I once had such a dream, yes ...” he said slowly. Sleep? More like a nightmare. Naked in the middle of the corridor, everyone shows and laughs, you feel completely humiliated ... It was a kind of dream when you feel relieved when you wake up.
“This is what I always think about,” Michelle whispered. She looked straight at Charlie, waiting for his reaction. - I do not know, maybe I lost my mind. Sometimes, when I go to class, I think it would be if I just don’t wear anything that day. If I came to school completely naked, not paying attention to it, and how everyone will look and show me ... and I feel such excitement inside just by presenting it. I can't explain ... I'm trying to tell myself that the reality will be terrible ... that I will most likely be kicked out of school, and everyone will think that I am some kind of crazy sex maniac ... but I can't stop dreaming about it ...
Her eyes pleaded for support, and Charlie shrugged and nodded:
- Of course. Forbidden fruit, the thrill of danger. When we are in physical education, I always think how to get into the women's locker room and spy on how classmates take a shower. The same ... I would be expelled, and everyone would think that I was a pervert. But I still keep thinking about how to do it.
Michelle frowned.
- Yes ... but every guy probably thinks about it, right? It is unlikely that every girl thinks about the same thing as me ... - she bit her lip.
Charlie couldn't help it. He grinned, looking down at her body:
- Yes, very sorry, eh?
Michelle giggled, and Charlie realized that he was able to correctly formulate the idea. She leaned toward him.
- A few weeks ago it almost happened. It was after school. I ran a mile through the stadium, and then I went to the locker room to take a shower and change clothes. Immediately after the shower, I returned to my locker, put a towel, and instead .
In order to get dressed, she took a backpack and closed the locker. I could not believe what I was doing. I started to leave the locker room completely naked and knew that I needed to stop, but it was so exciting to move on. Is there a drinking fountain in the men's locker room?
- Uh ... yes. Right by the door.
- As in the female. I stopped at his place and drank some water. Then she turned, walked over to her locker, and got dressed.
- You did not go out the door?
- No, I came to my senses before I actually went outside. But I wanted to go outside. It frightened me greatly. Just to know that I can experience a sudden impulse of this kind and be unable to stop it ... even if it would completely ruin my life ... it scares!
- What do you think you would feel if you came out of the locker room then?
- Oh, that would be amazing! - Michelle answered quickly. But then she looked away, embarrassed by her own enthusiasm. She spoke more quietly: “It's like getting hooked on a drug.” I mean, I have never taken drugs, but I think this is the same. I know that this is bad, I know that this is self-destruction, but for all that ... I wanted so much to go out the door ... - her voice died away.
Charlie thought about looking at her nude in Front T, how she posed. If it was a drug addiction, how to get addicted to drugs ... does that mean that he sees her stoned?
Maybe that's why she rubbed her legs all the time?
The whole situation was unreal. Michel Santos, a girl so beautiful that he never dared even dream of her, sat naked in the editing room next to him. And then, above all, he enjoyed the thought that she felt such a thrill, being naked in front of him, that he compared with the high of drugs. That was incredible. It must be a dream.
He suddenly felt such a desire to stretch his arms and squeeze her breasts, that his whole body trembled. His penis, partially excited, began to quickly swell and strain in jeans. He turned in his chair, praying that she would not look down and not notice it.
She doesn't know me, he reminded himself. I do not know her. This is her business ... it's not all about me. I just got here.
But now he knew her secret. And he suspected that he was the only one with whom she had ever spoken about it.
“Let's try something,” he said. “I’ll go back down the corridor to Front T. You stay here, count to fifty.” Then follow me.
“Uh ... well,” she was confused. “I’ll probably go get dressed first.”
“Good,” Charlie, without looking at her, got up and left the room. He smiled to himself.
She was not going to dress, and they both knew it.
Charlie turned the corner to the Front T and, passing a quarter of the corridor, stopped at his locker. He tried to imagine that it was Monday morning, and he had just come to school. There were people all around, here and there, but the corridor was still almost empty. He turned the combination lock and opened his locker. On a shelf at eye level stood a row of books. Mathematics, several novels for studying European literature, a book on building a building for study in a technical class. Mathematics was the first lesson, so he took this textbook.
With peripheral vision, he noticed a figure emerging from the corner. He glanced in that direction, as if just wondering who else might be in school so early. It was Michelle, of course, and she was still naked. He pretended to be surprised, as if he had never seen her naked before. It was not hard to imagine; He, of course, was not used to seeing her like that. Monday morning, he came to school early, and Michel Santos just comes around the corner completely naked. He widened his eyes and dropped his jaw. A math textbook slipped from his hands and hit the floor.
Michelle froze, not understanding at first what he was doing. Then it hit her, and she giggled.
- Oh, I'm stupid! He heard her whisper. Then she walked past him, as if she were heading to the office, nodding to him very slightly. He openly looked at her breasts until she passed, and then enjoyed swaying her ass as she passed by.
She came almost to Front T, then stopped the game and returned, smiling.
“You’ll just have to imagine how the others look and show you,” he said. “Unfortunately, I can only depict the reaction of Charlie Tucker.”
- Thank. I got sick the first time you caught me. Much better when I just walk past you, as if nothing in the world cares about me - she still could not contain herself, standing on tiptoes so that her breasts trembled delightfully. - Can you do it again? I will not be shy this time.
- Okay.
“I will count to fifty,” Michelle walked away, stepping softly like a cat. She disappeared around the corner.
This time, Charlie closed the locker and headed around the corner, taking a math textbook. He podgadal so that he went to the corner when Michel appeared. He stopped dead and stared at her, dropping the book from his hands. She smiled coquettishly at him, passing by. He stayed where he was, looking into her back until she turned and ran back.
- What did it look like? She asked. - I looked confident?
“Honestly, you looked damn sexy.”
She smiled and turned away, embarrassed, but obviously pleased.
“Let's do it again,” he said.
They moved slowly around the empty school, playing the same scenario in different places. Charlie portrays an ordinary school day, Michel appears naked, and Charlie looks shocked. They experimented with variations. Charlie stood motionless while Michelle passed by. We walked past each other along the corridor. Charlie turned the corner and found Michelle standing there leaning against a wall.
They just tried to depict how Charlie comes around the corner and sees Michelle carelessly standing next to his locker. Impulsively, Charlie played this time in a different way - going up to his locker, opening it and taking out the book, not paying attention to it, as if the naked girl standing next to it was completely commonplace. To his surprise, Michelle was really excited, and they experimented with variations on this theme - when Michelle was waiting somewhere naked, and Charlie portrays his standard day, as if nothing unusual was happening.
During one of these cases, Charlie stepped around the corner, expecting to find Michelle sitting on the couch. To his surprise, she sat back on the couch with her legs spread wide, her pussy fully visible to him. Charlie stopped in a daze. Michelle immediately became shy, sitting down and squeezing her legs together.
“You must pretend not to see me,” she whispered, blushing.
“Sorry,” said Charlie. “Just ... you took me by surprise.”
He could feel blood flowing through his body. His passion for her, which had been accumulated for most of the evening, now burst out, and his erection quickly grew to such an extent that it hurt. He was sure that she could see the bulge in his jeans, and there was no way to hide it.
Her image burned in his memory - the way she sat, leaning back, her legs apart, her pussy paraded as an offer. He imagined himself between these legs, as they squeezed him. He imagined how he pressed his crotch to her, rubs against her. Throws off her jeans, freeing herself, and rushes to her waiting nudity ...
His testicles shrank and pulsed, and at one terrible moment he was sure that he was about to finish his pants right in front of her. “Please, please, no,” he silently prayed to himself. Fortunately, after that the tension decreased, but his erection continued to bulge jeans noticeably.
She stood up, and for the first time after he found her, crossed her arms over her chest. her gaze was on the wall:
“No ... I must apologize.” See? This is what I mean ..., - she .
bit my lip. - I'd better go home. It was fun with you. But I have to go.
- Michelle ... - he could not find the words.
- It's okay, Charlie. It is not because you have done anything. I just ... I wasn't going to go that far ... I have to leave while I can - she went down the corridor back to the editing room. Charlie moved in step behind. They were coming back in silence.
They walked past the door of the video editing room and turned the corner into the wing of the scientific classes. Michelle went into one of the classrooms, and the light came on in it, triggered by a motion sensor. She folded her clothes behind the door of the class, which she supported to prevent it from closing. Charlie followed her and sat down on the table to see how she would dress.
She stood in front of him, unraveling a pink bra, and he looked at her, trying to capture her image in his memory, knowing that, most likely, this was the last time he sees her standing without him in front of him. On Monday morning, the magic will be destroyed, and they will simply be two strangers who share a secret - a secret that they will never discuss.
“Are these your school keys?” He asked, noticing a bunch of keys on the table next to her.
- Yes.
- Do you have a few keys? - Charlie had only one key that opened both the green door and the assembly door.
- Oh, yes. I have several of them, for different purposes. One from the main building, one from the pantry, one from the gym, one from the center of art.
- The gym building? Can you go there?
- Yes of course. They gave me the keys because I am the head of the team. I open it for a support group, where we can change into our uniform. And sometimes we hang posters around the basketball court ... or decorate it to support the team spirit ...
Charlie stood up:
- Well, uh ... if you have the key ... let's go there!
She hesitated:
- What for?
- To inspect everything! I never went there when there is no one there - he smiled. - You can show me how the women's dressing room looks from the inside. Didn't I tell you that I always wanted to go there?
- Hmm ... I think you can. Now, I will take you, - she began to wear a bra.
- Michelle.
- Yes?
- You do not need to dress.
She stopped, the thin bra straps hung in her hands:
“But we have to go outside to go there.”
- That's for sure.
She squeezed the bra fingers pressed to his chest:
- That's too much. We go too far.
“No one will see,” he reassured her. - It's Saturday, the tenth hour. The school is completely empty. Daryl in Miami. The main building will close us from the road, and no one will go to the parking lot.
- Who is this - Daryl? She asked, distracted.
- Daryl. Security guard. One that is on vacation.
From her rapid breathing, he understood that she was considering this idea. Her hands slowly dropped and the bra slipped from her fingers to the floor. She looked into space, bit her lip.
Charlie took her keys and put them in his left hand. Slowly and gently, he extended his other hand and his fingers closed around Michelle’s. He expected her to step back, but she did not. For a moment, he felt intoxicated by intimacy, the touch of her hand.
- Come on ... - he called her. - When else will you have a chance?
He stepped to the door, pulling Michelle behind him. For a moment she resisted, frozen in place. Then she timidly stepped behind him, allowing her to lead herself back to the corridor.
She did not say which door she had opened to enter the school, so Charlie led her to the green door. "Oh, my God ..." - he heard her whisper when he took the door handle - "My God ..." He looked at her, and her eyes were wide and frightened. Her hand squeezed his hand. She looked at him, and for a moment he was hypnotized by her deep brown eyes. Those eyes begging him to stop? Or do they express a blind faith in him, a willingness to follow where he leads her? Charlie did not want to guess. He pushed the door and let in the cool night air.
Parking was not dark in any sense. The sun had long gone, but the parking was brightly lit with bright white light from fluorescent lamps. Charlie did not give Michelle time to think about it. He stepped outside, as if it was an ordinary day at school, the usual transition to the gym building. Michelle followed him, squeezing his hand. Her gaze fell right and left, looking at everything, as if she were amazed at how big the world was outside.
“No one,” he whispered. But when he looked at her, at her naked body, flooded with the white light of the lights of the school parking, he felt a tide of fear inside. It was too wrong to see her so open to the world. He thought that he had never seen a woman look so naked. Every detail of her body was illuminated by street lighting, from dark hair falling over the light skin of her shoulders to a dark hairline stretching between her pale legs.
Charlie looked around, realizing that the parking was not as secure as he thought. Indeed, there was only his car, and the school closed the view from the street. But beyond the left edge of the parking lot, there was a descent to the field, which was used for playing football and field hockey, and behind it a high net fence separated the school from the forest. Bright light hardly allowed to see the opposite edge of the parking lot. Perhaps a group of teenagers saw a beer on the football field, watching Michelle walk naked and defenseless through the parking lot. Or perhaps someone was hiding in the woods, watching through the fence ...
He fought the panic to get Michelle back out of the green door and get her dressed. The only thing that stopped him was how her other hand drew circles on the bare thigh. Her eyes darted from side to side, but she inhaled the night air, as if perfume. They were walking along the middle of the parking lot, and she kept up the pace all the time, walking on the asphalt on tiptoes, as if she were wearing invisible high-heeled shoes.
From invisible hiding places, crickets chirped loudly and a train horn was heard from afar. Something jumped in a pile of dried leaves next to them, and Charlie jumped into place. He peered into the darkness, trying to determine what made the noise, but Michelle just giggled and squeezed his hand:
“It's okay,” she said. - Do not worry! She giggled again, and her laugh sounded in silence like a little bell.
They approached the sports center, and Michelle suddenly let go of his hand, taking a few steps forward. She raised her hands into the air, stretching out her fingers, as if she wanted to touch the night sky. She looked up with a dreamy expression on her face.
“Oh, Charlie ...” she gasped, rocking back and forth, “I can't even describe how I feel.” I feel so free!
- Is this the first time you went outside like this?
“No,” she admitted, flashing a sly smile, “But this time is bolder than others.” I walked behind the house several times. And there were some more little adventures. I will tell you if you want. But then.
“Okay,” Charlie looked around the perimeter parking lot, this time. He was following the changes in lighting that could indicate the approaching headlights of a car. If someone started to enter the school grounds, Charlie, in his estimation, had ten, maybe there will be sex stories about twenty seconds to hide Michel before the car turns the corner. Most likely, the car will park at the front of the school, but there was always the possibility that he would call in the backyard. And even if the car is parked at the main entrance, it will mean that someone will be at school when they return.
Charlie stiffened when something caught his attention.
- Michel! He whispered. - We are not alone!
The red car was parked right near the corner of the school, in front of them. Charlie quickly responded by stretching out his arms and catching ..
Michelle by the shoulders, pushed her behind his back, so as to stand between her and the stranger.
“Stand behind me,” he warned. - We will go further, but quickly, and you bend down. Maybe they did not see you.
- What? What is it? Asked Michelle nervously.
- There is a car there. Someone is looking at us.
Who could it be? Teacher? High school student? Charlie looked at the car, trying to see the features of the man behind the wheel. How long have they been watching?
- What car? Red one?
- Yes.
Michelle laughed:
- This is my car, stupid!
- Yes?
- Oh my God! You scared me! - still laughing, she threw her arms around him and hugged him for a moment, leaning against him from the side. Charlie felt relieved, and himself a fool, but, most importantly, he keenly felt like Michelle's chest pressed against his arm. He felt his hand sink into the soft heat, and when she pulled away, one of her nipples slid down his elbow.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. He still felt the nipple touch on his arm. Pacifier Michel Santos. He just touched Michelle Santos's nipple.
She smiled, pulling away from him.
- It's beautiful, Charlie. It was nice, actually. You jumped right in front of me to protect me. That was cute!
“Yes, exactly,” his face felt hot.
She giggled and took his hand again. They went on - side by side, hand to hand. Michelle was excited after a false alarm, stood on tiptoe, walking beside him, swung his arm back and forth. Her other hand was pressed to her thigh, sliding up and down, up and down. He was watching her out of the corner of his eye, pretending that he had not noticed how this hand was rising higher and higher along her body until it reached her chest. Does she see what he is observing? Her fingers stroked her nipple, pulling and pinching him.
They reached the footpath a few steps from the front door of the sports center, and she abruptly pulled her hand away from her chest, as if she had just realized what she was doing. Michelle looked at Charlie nervously, but he looked ahead, as if he hadn't seen anything. He raised the keys, trying to find the right key with one hand, because he did not want to let go of her hand.
- Let me show you what, - Michelle let go of her hand and took the keys. She inserted one of the keys into the lock and turned it. The door to the sports center opened, and they went inside.
The sports center occupied a large rectangular building, divided into three rooms. The left one occupied the pool, the right one - the basketball court, and in the middle were the changing rooms. After standing in silence for a second, Charlie and Michel turned right, toward the basketball court.
The basketball court room looked like a huge cave - high ceilings and rows of empty spaces on both sides. It was a strange feeling - to go into the middle of a large space and stand in the center of the site.
“It doesn't feel so big when it's full,” Michelle remarked after a moment.
“The building seems to be sleeping,” said Charlie.
Michelle smiled. She came up and stood right in front of the stands:
“This is my place,” she looked at the empty places, smiling and turning her head from side to side. Suddenly she began to bounce up and down and clap her hands: “Go ahead, Lions!” Come on, Lions! Lions, Lions, Lions!
Her voice echoed in the empty building. She raised her arms, spreading them apart.
Her jumps made Charlie's erection throbbing painfully again. He decided that he would no longer worry that she would notice. She had to assume some kind of reaction when she started doing the exercises of the fans naked.
“I think you just woke the building,” he said.
- Do you ever go to basketball or volleyball?
- Of course ... on most games. I shoot sports events for school.
- ABOUT! - Michelle thought. - Right. You probably have a video where I speak.
“Yes, probably,” Charlie glanced in the direction of the seat at the top of the podium. This was where he mounted the camera on a tripod. From there, the whole area was visible, over the heads of the spectators, so that they did not overlap the view.
In fact, he was sure that he had a video of her performances. He remembered playing at a home football game a few months ago. He directed the camera at Vanessa Watson, who was holding the microphone. Everyone called her “Vampire Vanessa” because of her protruding fangs. Vanessa was wearing a blue and white cheerleader uniform, screaming at the audience trying to drive them, and Michelle was next to her, waving blue and white pom-poms. Charlie focused on Vanessa, but Michelle was always in the frame. Smiling, cheering, bouncing.
“Are you thinking about this right now, Michel?” He wanted to ask. - “Do you imagine the full rostrum of fans watching you jump naked in front of them?” Is this what you fantasize about all the time while you are doing your cheerleaders? ”
His erection hurt, and he had to turn away. He pretended to look at the door, as if guarding the room.
After a while, he heard Michelle talking to him behind his back:
- What now? Do you still want to see women's dressing room?
- Of course.
- I warn you in advance - you will probably be disappointed, - she led him back into the corridor and they turned to the right, where the big sign "GIRL" hung. They had to go through the U-shaped corridor to get to the door to the locker room. Michelle took the keys again to unlock the door. She pulled the door open, opening it, and they went inside.
The dressing room looked almost like a man. The layout was the same, only in mirror image, with rows of lockers on the right, not the left. It smelled a little better than in the men's locker room, but the mixed smell of sweat and bleach also filled the space. Lockers looked the same as in men - a line of closely-blue rectangles with round combination locks. The long wooden benches were bolted to the floor opposite the cabinets.
“The forbidden temple,” said Charlie.
Michelle laughed:
- In fact, just a dressing room.
“I thought at least the lockers would be pink.”
- Not. Blue, blue, blue. Are they of the same color in the men's locker room?
- Yes.
- Maybe they are all that color. Do you want to go mine? - Michelle walked past several rows of cabinets and turned into one of the aisles. Charlie followed her.
She stopped in front of the cabinet, and laid her hand on the metal door. Instead of opening it, she looked at Charlie with a mischievous smile on her face:
- I know what is missing.
- What?
She grabbed his arm and pulled him down.
- Here. You sit here - she pointed to the bench. - You're in the women's locker room, and you're invisible. Have you ever imagined what you could do if you were invisible?
“Sometimes ...” Charlie sank down on the bench.
Michelle returned to her locker and opened it. She spent some time to put the contents of the cabinet in a ball, then closed and locked the door. She smiled:
- I'll be right back. Do not move. Remember ... you are invisible, - she quickly walked down the aisle and disappeared around the corner.
In the silence of the dressing room, Charlie was waiting. He listened carefully to any sound, surprised that Michelle was planning a surprise. After what seemed like five minutes, he heard footsteps approaching.
Michelle stepped around the corner. She was no longer naked, and for a moment Charlie stiffened, fearing that another girl had come into the dressing room, and he was caught. Then he recognized Michelle in her blue and white cheerleader uniform and sneakers. She walked in his direction, but looked away and did not notice him.
“I am invisible,” he reminded himself. “Invisible in the women's dressing room.”
Michelle stopped at her locker and dialed the code. The door opened with a creak. There was a mirror on the inside of the cabinet door, and Charlie noticed how Michelle glanced at his reflection in the mirror ..
She climbed into the locker, shifting some things.
She stepped back, turning to him, but still trying not to meet her gaze. Charlie read the white PHHS letter on her chest, which means Pine Hills High School (Pine Hills High School). Michelle ran her fingers over a strip of skin that remained naked in the lower abdomen, between the bottom of her top and the belt of the skirt. She took the bottom of the top and pulled him off, remaining in a dark sports bra. She hung the topic in her locker.
Michelle ran her fingers over the skin of the abdomen again and took hold of the skirt belt. She turned back to Charlie and pulled her skirt down, bending more and more, until she lowered the fabric to the very bottom of her smooth legs. Charlie's heart beat. She always took off her clothes in the dressing room, bending down so that everyone could see her pussy well? Or she specifically portrayed a strip for him? Although he had been watching her naked for several hours already, he felt how much this striptease turned on him - as if he was seeing her body for the first time.
Michelle stepped out of her skirt cheerleaders and hung it in a locker. Then she pulled off her sports bra and threw it inside, again becoming nude Michelle, with whom he spent the whole evening. She pulled a pair of black slippers from the locker and sat on the bench to change the shoes on the slippers. Once again, Charlie wondered if she always changed clothes, sitting naked on a bench with her legs wide apart when she changed her shoes.
Until Michelle took a white towel out of her locker, Charlie did not realize that she was actually going to take a shower. He went after her. She continued to pretend that he was invisible, while turning on the water and waited for it to warm up. Steam began to rise in a light cloud over the white tiled floor. Michelle hung her towel on a silver handrail and walked naked under a stream of water.
Charlie leaned against the cabinet, watching her quietly rub the chest with soap. His erection was so strong that she could tear jeans. I am invisible, he thought. - "I could pull a member and masturbate, and she will have to pretend that she does not see it." This thought was very exciting, but he did not dare to do it.
“Am I real for her?” He asked himself. - “Or just a part of her fantasies?”
Was it that he was at school that evening and noticed by Michelle just luck? Will magic be destroyed if it shows how great his desire is? Will it make her understand exactly what she is doing?
He did not get a member, but several times ran his hand through his jeans. It became a little easier. Michelle did not look at him, did not notice anything. He was invisible.
Michelle turned off the water. Her body glistened when she took the towel. Charlie pulled his crotch from his hand as Michelle walked past him with a towel hanging from his arm. He followed her to the cabinet and watched her dry herself. She again looked in the mirror at his reflection, then hung the towel back in the locker, put the shoes for the shower in there and closed the door.
He knew where she was going. Nude, she approached the fountain, leaned over and took a sip. Slowly straightening, she turned her head toward the dressing room door. Although she dried off, drops of water still fell from her wet hair and ran down her back. Michelle took a deep breath. She came to the exit of the locker room.
Charlie watched as she opened the door and walked out. The door closed, and for a moment he paused, listening to the echo from the closed door, walking in an empty room. It was still heard from the shower as water was draining into the drain hole and drops were dripping from the shower. Charlie returned to Michelle's locker. He found her keys lying on a bench.
Michelle did not wait for him outside the door when he left. He closed the door and locked it. Women's dressing room. He fulfilled his fantasy - he visited the women's locker room, watching a beautiful girl undress and take a shower. Someday, he told himself, it would be an exciting memory. But at that moment he just wanted to find Michelle.
She was not in the corridor, but Charlie saw a trail of water droplets on the granite floor, heading for a double door that went outside. He followed the trail, left the building of the sports complex and stepped into the night. Michelle stood on the edge of the parking lot, her arms stretched upward toward the stars.
- Are you cold? He asked, moving closer.
“Not much,” she smiled, “But it doesn't matter.”
“Is that all you wanted to do?”
“Yes,” she pointed to the empty parking lot. - I went to the middle and just stood there, I do not know how long. Almost a minute? I felt so insecure ... but so alive! Then it seemed to me that I heard that a car was going, so I ran and hid behind that bush — she laughed. - But there was nothing. No cars. I'm just nervous.
“Then let's go back,” he stepped into the parking lot, and was glad when she took his hand. They went back to school.
- And how are you? She asked, shaking his hand. - Got pleasure in the women's dressing room?
“Yes,” he wanted to say more, but he was at a loss to find words. Any statement he passed through the internal filter seemed either too rude or too frank. To avoid an awkward pause, he said:
“You looked beautiful,” and immediately felt that it was a faint word. She looked great every day. It was not the right word to describe how she looked: her naked body, wet and shiny, her dark hair stuck to her bare back.
She giggled.
- Thank!
They reached the main building, and Charlie began to fiddle with the key to the green door. His heart was pounding. All he could think about was how he felt when she hugged him, the feeling of her chest on her skin, the touch of her hard nipple sliding on his bare hand.
They went inside and turned into the scientific wing in the direction of the room where Michelle’s clothes had been piled up. As they walked past the open door of the presentation hall, Charlie suddenly pulled her in that direction.
“One more thing,” he said, when Michelle looked at him in surprise, “Another thing.” Wait here, ok?
- Charlie ...
- You are welcome. See, - Charlie entered the class and turned on the light. On the left was a large white board. In front of it, a green rectangle with a pulpit was raised above the floor. On the right, the rows of seats rose, like in a movie theater. The room was intended for laboratory presentations.
Charlie rose to the pulpit and turned to the empty rows:
- Hello to all. Today we have a special lecture on human biology. I hope everyone read the chapter on human sexuality that was asked last night. Pine Hills graduate Michelle Santos agreed to help us during today's lecture with a presentation on female sexuality.
Charlie went to the door. According to his calculations, the chance that Michelle would not be there was seventy percent. But she was still waiting in the same place.
“Please come in, Michel,” he said.
“You're stupid,” she whispered, but she allowed her to take her hand and introduce her to the class. Charlie led her to the pulpit, where she stood in front of an empty audience.
“Let's all thank Michelle for participating in the lecture,” Charlie said, clapping his hands softly. She smiled and waved the empty rows. - Michelle kindly agreed to be naked during the presentation, so that all of you can get a real idea of the sexual characteristics of a woman.
Michelle spread her arms and made a small curtsy. Charlie was pleased to see that she supported the game. He stood beside her and turned to the imaginary class.
- As you can clearly see, the female body has several differences from the male. A woman has two breasts, which are mainly used for feeding offspring, but also have a sexual function - they stimulate a man. Men are easily excited at the sight of ..
female breasts, as well as touching them, - Charlie simply stretched out his hand and put it to Michel's right breast. Michelle stiffened, looking at him in surprise. He waited for her to push him away, but her eyes returned to the empty rows, and she smiled nervously as Charlie gently squeezed her soft breasts.
Charlie continued:
- Breast can show that a woman is excited. As you can see, Michelle's nipples are stiff and swollen, which means she is excited - he stroked her nipple, and then gently squeezed him, making her sigh: - The nipples can also experience increased sensitivity when a woman is excited.
Charlie stood in front of Michelle facing her. Her eyes were wide open, she looked at him uncertainly, wondering what he was going to do. Charlie put his hands on her waist and raised her, sitting on the edge of the table. He touched her knees with his fingertips and gently spread her legs, without taking his eyes off her face, although he knew that her pussy was already in sight. Michelle had only symbolic resistance, and when he removed his hands from her knees, she left her legs apart, leaning back in her arms. Her gaze turned to the empty rows, and Charlie thought that she imagines the rows and rows of students who are all looking at her.
“Now Michelle kindly shows us his vagina, which also shows signs of arousal,” Charlie told the class. - The external region of the vagina is swollen, which is the result of an increase in blood flow - a common sign of arousal.
Charlie bent down and gently ran his finger over Michelle's sexual lips, from which he sighed sharply. But she did not bring her legs together and did not withdraw his hand. He looked at her face, watching her eyelids flutter as he gently stroked her clit.
- Another sign of excitement is lubrication, - Charlie pressed his middle finger to the entrance to her vagina and he entered there easily, as if in a liquid. Michelle gasped as he pushed a finger inside and then pulled it out. Charlie raised his finger up: - As you can see from the glitter on my finger, right now Michelle is very excited.
He put his finger inside her again, this time sliding it deeper, until his hand was fully pressed against her vagina.
Michelle's hips strained at the edge of the table as he moved his finger in and out. He saw her trying to move towards his hand:
“When a woman’s arousal becomes stronger, it can begin to influence her decisions,” Charlie leaned over and kissed her lips. Michelle eagerly answered his kiss, opening her mouth and touching his tongue with hers, while his fingers continued to examine her between her legs.
Michelle put her arm around his neck.
- affect its decisions? She repeated, smiling.
“Yes,” Charlie murmured, covering her face and neck with light kisses. “She may find herself doing things that she never intended to do.”
“I think that's true ...” Michelle bent down and pressed her palm to the huge bulge in his jeans. Leaning down, she whispered in his ear: “Let's demonstrate intercourse.”
She turned, positioned so that he was between her legs. Her hand stroked his erection through his pants, and then her fingers closed on the zipper's lock and pulled at him. Charlie bent down and helped her unbutton his pants, and Michelle's hand slipped into his panties, taking him by his dick and freeing him. When she squeezed his standing member with his fingers, he could not hold back a moan, feeling the penis pulsing in her hand.
Michelle pressed her legs against him. His hands caressed her breasts, and she stroked his cock. Looking down, Charlie saw that when she lay on the edge of the table, his cock was exactly at the same height as the hole between her legs. Maybe this is the secret purpose of these tables, Charlie thought. Maybe they are not at all for the demonstration of chemical experiments. Maybe they are designed to ensure that they are engaged in sex anxious high school students?
Michelle pulled him to her, calling for her to enter. Charlie hardly believed what was about to happen. He felt his head take root to her wet warmth, felt how he enters her, plunges into her. She wrapped her arms around him, drawing her closer, sinking deeper.
“God, you're so beautiful,” he thought, running his fingers through her hair, removing the dark strands from her face. - “You're so unavailable. How is that even possible? ”
Michelle lifted her shirt to her shoulders so that he could feel her bare chest pressing against him, her hands stroking his back. He pulled the shirt over his head and threw it to the side. They embraced, their lips met in a long kiss, while Charlie slowly moved back and forth inside her. He felt the muscles in her vagina tighten his cock, as if desperately trying to keep him inside. Each of his push responded painful pleasure, passing through the whole body.
Charlie never felt as excited as at that moment. He was teased all evening. Watching Michel show his beautiful naked body in front of him the whole evening affected him more than he knew. Only having touched, finally, her body, he felt the full force of his desire.
Her nails dug into his back, she moaned, her body trembled. It was clear that this evening also had a great influence on her. Now that they had sex, Charlie wondered how he could doubt that it would inevitably happen this evening. Perhaps he could have achieved this before, making love to her in the soul of the women's dressing room or on that bench in the hallway. Or even on the hood of his car under the night sky. He had the feeling that she would have liked the latter.
Charlie kissed Michelle on the neck when she lay back in her arms. He kissed her breasts, then took her nipple in her mouth and sucked him, savoring the taste of her clean skin. Michelle sank down, holding her elbows for a minute, and finally fell on her back, touching her head to the surface of the table. Her fingers stroked his hair as he moved back and forth between her nipples, kissing and squeezing them. He raised his head for a moment to watch her chest jump up and down with his jolts. Michelle's eyes were closed and she bit her lip to muffle sighs.
Charlie slowed down, trying to prolong the pleasure, but the desire to go into it deeper became harder and harder to resist. He felt that his penis was swelling stronger than ever. Michelle must have felt that he was close to the end. She sat up abruptly and moved back on the table so that he slipped out of her. She took his penis in her hand, holding him so that when he reached the climax, he was sent between her breasts. Long white drops splashed from the tip of his penis onto her breast.
It took a minute until his penis stopped pulsing in her hand. Michelle looked at her breasts, marveling at the stickiness of the liquid that now covered it in front. She looked up at him with a smile.
- The class is free! - she laughed merrily.
Michelle went to clean up and get dressed, and Charlie went to an empty school, turning off the lights and removing any other evidence that they were here. He turned off the computers in the editing room. Editing a basketball game will have to be postponed for another day.
Michelle met him in the hallway, dressed in jeans and a pink blouse, and together they went to her car. Stopping at the door, Michelle turned to kiss him.
“It was amazing,” she said. “I didn’t expect you to be here, but I'm glad that you were here.”
“I'm glad you're here, too.”
She smiled:
- There can be no repetition. You know that, right? I was a little crazy tonight and it was very risky, but this is in the past. We can not risk again.
- Yes you are right.
“Good night, Charlie,” she leaned over to kiss him again, this time on the cheek. - See you on Monday.
Charlie watched her get into the car. He waited until she left. Then he closed the door and locked it.
She was right. This can never happen again. But he knew that this night he would never forget. He went through an empty school, imagining that Michelle's perfume was still feeling the faint scent of perfume in the air.
In fact, it happened again, and none of them could have imagined that the second time they would go even further. But it will be later.