Raining Day - Part 2/2

Megan just glanced quickly over her shoulder, her tousled, very blonde hair shaking on her back. Her delicate hand gripped my wrist over the sleeve of my uniform as she led me out the back of the building. ( end of part 1)

What madness is this?

“Megan,” I planted my feet, which ended up slipping a bit on the damp grass “where are you taking me?” The incessant drizzle made some strands of her hair stand on end.

“Let's get out of the rain,” she said, ignoring my question, and by that point, I had given up on understanding her, or understanding anything that was happening there.

I let myself be led through the courtyard in the rain towards the graffiti-covered concrete bin that served as the school's storage. The fact that none of the supervisors had seen us going there was another strangeness that I chose to ignore, as my heart pounding in my throat when Megan pulled me through the door and pressed me against the wall was the only thing on my mind.

“What…” I sighed softly as I felt her fingers on my zipper.

“I've been wanting this for a long time,” she moaned against my neck before biting me, to which my body immediately responded in her hand.

“But you n-”

Whatever I was about to say died the moment she put her tongue in my mouth.

No, it couldn't be real.

Perhaps I was still in the classroom, infected by Mrs. Ross' virus, sleeping at my desk and hallucinating with Megan's scent now ingrained in me. Maybe I hadn't even left home that morning, and I was lying in my bed with feverish delusions from getting soaked in the rain the day before. Maybe I had been abducted by a damn spaceship, and they were broadcasting on TV the most repressed desires of my brain for the aliens to laugh at the ridiculous life of a stupid high school boy.

Honestly, any other explanation would be easier to believe than the idea that Megan Wood was actually making out with me in the school storage room at noon on a... Wednesday? Thursday? I couldn't even remember anymore.

I felt my pants loosen down my legs, and not a single neuron in my brain could react to the sight of the blonde girl kneeling in front of me, urgently removing my shoes and underwear almost all at once.

Regardless, everything there seemed too vivid.

None of those games I enjoyed so much had prepared me for the real sensation of a wet and warm mouth around my penis. I heard the thud of my backpack hitting the dusty ground before succumbing to moans, feeling her small hand gripping me tightly with desire.

“M-Meg... y-you... w-what…” a part of me kept struggling to understand what was happening.

She let go of me for a moment to look at me from beneath her lashes.

“I said I was hungry,” she licked me once more before standing up again. “Aren't you?” She asked, her lips now brushing against mine, allowing me to take them in a kiss that I managed to control this time.

Megan pulled me by the tie and pushed me to sit awkwardly on an old chest thrown in the corner, her hands on my nape as mine tightened around her slim waist. Skillfully, her fingers unbuttoned my shirt, her mouth never leaving mine.

The open casement window high on the wall let in a cold and damp draft - the rain didn't stop - and the shiver on my sweaty body only added to my excitement.

Her legs agilely wrapped around me, and I could barely hold myself back as I felt her grinding on top of me, her thighs exposed by the skirt that had ridden up as far as it could. Her hand sought mine and placed it on her breast, making me squeeze it as she moaned in my ear. Perhaps by that point, I had already given up on breathing, slightly aware of her short nails scratching my back. I moved my hand down to find her panties and let out a surprised sound when I noticed how small they were, to which Megan let out a playful laugh.

“Do you like that, boy?” she asked, gasping for breath, and all I could do was nod my head. She then took hold of my member again, guiding it into her very wet and tight entrance. “And this?”

My response was to squeeze her buttocks and pull her closer to me, burying my face in her neck, feeling her ride up and down without caring about her knees hitting the wooden chest. Her breath in my ear made me dizzy, I could hardly keep my eyes open, and I knew very soon I wouldn't hold on any longer.

But suddenly, she went still. She pulled my head to look into my eyes and gave me one more kiss. Smiling, she bit down on my lower lip with such force that I tasted the metallic tang of blood. In an instant, she stood up, so quickly that my clouded mind, where my two neurons were playing on a seesaw, couldn't grasp what was happening as the girl walked away, smiling, crouching for a moment near the door before running out, leaving me alone.

Alone and naked.

"M-Megan...?" I called uncertainly, a thread of hope still clinging to the idea that she was still out there. "MEGAN!" I shouted louder, rushing to the door, slipping in my socks on the dusty floor. I opened the door without thinking, desperation guiding my movements in the hope of retrieving my clothes, only to be greeted by a gust of cold wind and rain that made me quickly retreat back into the storage room.

It was impossible that this was happening, it really was. When did my life turn into a terrible teenage movie?

What had I done to Megan?

"Please... Please, let her not have..."

Of course, she took my backpack too. No chance for the fat boy to ask for help.

Fat boy.

Could it be? No... What did Megan have to do with Brian Powell?

But what did she have against me, anyway?

I truly was an idiot. The biggest one. It didn't surprise me that my life had become a stupid movie, and I was that secondary character who only got screwed over for entertainment.

Where in my messed up head did I believe that Megan Wood, out of nowhere, would actually be interested in me? I didn't stand a chance.

But now I was naked, hungry, and cold in the back of the school, with relentless rain pouring down, and there was no way to leave that storage room reeking of chlorine and old mold without enduring embarrassment for the rest of my life.

"What the hell is this?"

I rolled off the chest and landed face-first on the dirty floor, trembling from the cold and shock of the alarmed shout. It was dark outside, and the dim yellow light only illuminated the center of the room.

"I'm sorry, I..." I tried to cover myself as much as possible with my hands in front of the janitor, Arnold, who couldn't decide if he was angry or finding my pitiful state comical.

"What happened to you, kid?" He definitely found it amusing. Well, it wasn't every day that you saw a naked kid wearing a tie and socks during working hours.

"I think... it was a prank, I..." I didn't know what to say. Any explanation died in my throat with an embarrassed sigh. Arnold shook his head.

"These kids are getting more creative everyday... Here," the staff member took off his own slightly dirty work jacket and handed it to me. "Cover yourself while I go get the principal... There must be some clothes in the lost and found or something... And she needs to know what happened here."

Oh, great. All I needed was for the principal to see me in that state.

"No! Please, Arnold... Can't you get me some clothes without telling the administration?"

He looked at me in doubt, scratched his beard, took off his cap and scratched his bald head, crumpled the cap in his hands, and let out a sigh.

"Look, kid, I'll see what I can do for you, but I don't think you should hide this from Mrs. Keller. Whoever did this needs to pay, or it might happen again."

"I know, but..."

Who needed to pay? Megan Wood? Would I have the courage to report her? Was it only her?

"Well, the school day is already over, the students have already left. Come with me to the lost and found, it's just over there, and it stopped raining a bit."

I didn't have much choice but to walk in my wet socks on the soaked grass, with my legs exposed and only Arnold's broken-zipper jacket held around my body. The brief trip to the Lost and Found was a relief — we found my own backpack there, with all my clothes and belongings inside.

But on my almost-dead phone, I also discovered a lovely photo that had been sent to the student group: the incredible scene of a naked, rain-soaked boy at the school's storage room door.