A New Day
School. Just another ordinary day at school. Well, except for the brand new fears I have to worry about today! Yeah! Great. More stress under my waist. Just more to worry about, more fear, more tense postures, less sleep, even. Maybe.
Fear mostly on what Anne, and Marie, have as an opinion of me.
Not only could this kill certain privileges for me, as a mostly unintroduced guy...well, to tell the truth, the feeling is mutual all around. I have no interests currently but...there is always a fear. I'm just one that's not social enough.
It's like becoming one of the goth kids here. They don't side with the stoners, but they do use other methods. More therapeutic.
Though, a few are feared, ever since the incident with Kate. Poor cat broke her hip, shattered her shin, and broke her right arm. The sight of her deformed, bloody arm...
I shivered, stopping not far from the one girl in the whole school that gave everyone the creeps.
Silvia Blackpaw. Blackpaw was right, considerign her gloves. The one that everyone believes to be the cause of Kate's incident.
Her pentagram necklace, black lipstick, and overall goth appearance marked her as viable, and the confession she made that day of the incident. She cursed Kate.
Yes, and seeing as she was approaching me, I who stood perfectly still, in my own thoughts, waiting by the bandroom door for it to open before school actually started.
"...Merick.", She stopped in front of me, looking up.
Silvia was a chipmunk. Mostly ironic, yes, but it was the truth. And even more irony, I think, she is on the cheer leading squad. One thing that only boggles my mind.
I think I used irony incorrectly, but I'm not entirely sure, because there is way too much going on.
Luckily, there was no one around to see us as Silvia slipped her hand down my pants, grabbing my malehood.
Besides me muttering a surprised grunt, she shrugged, then pulled her hand free, and walked off.
I have absolutely no idea what just happened, but it seemed that she was testing something. Testing me? That's got to be a joke.
The bandroom door clicked, the lock disengaged by silent keys on the other side, and my band director came out. An old silver labrador retriever.
He greeted me, and I, him, then went back inside, me to follow.
Inside, my friends were already there, or, some of them. They somehow get in earlier than I did. It's six in the morning.
Wait...six in the morning. I've seen Silvia pass by the bandroom countless times, but...she's two hours early.
So many things running through my mind, and I'm Worried about the only goth cheerleader in the school, showing up two hours early in the morning.
"Merick!"
It was Tyler. One Tyler, of the three in band. No...four. A red fox, but not lean, and thin like most. Tyler is a trombonist, great player, and above all, a good friend. All that I know immediately when I see him.
"Tyler! Dude, do the cheerleaders do early morning practice now?"
"...What?", he smiled.
Tyler smiled over nearly everything, and made nearly anyone smile.
"Uhm, Silvia, ya know, the goth cheerleader?"
"Yeah? She must just be early."
"Oh, well, it's just, really, there are weird things, cool things, and then there's the fact that I have too many suspiscions."
"...What? That made no sense.", he laughed.
"Better explained, I am more confused than when I came to school yesterday morning. And yesterday was saturday."
"Oh my god, dude! That was so funny! You missed the party altogether, even missed crazy train man! Mister Elren said, "Crazy Train!", and then he called your name, and you were not there. Do you know how many people were disappointed that you didn't call all aboard, man?"
"Aw man! Really? He started Crazy Train? Now I feel like a prick for not showing up, thanks a lot, Tyler."
"Well, you should've probably paid attention more."
"For one week?"
"Yeah. So, what was that face when you walked in?"
An idea passed my mind.
"I really don't know, but I gotta go."
"Alright man, but hey, do you still have the USB stick?"
"Yeah, here."
I removed the USB drive from the keyring on my lanyard, and tossed it to Tyler, then headed back out. There wasn't supposed to be band this morning, and being as it's so early, I could take a shower. Benefits of being in both band, and on the baseball team? Yes, very much. A key to get in, even.
Our school is like that, though. Not all of us are trustable, but...the teachers can tell. Easily. I've got four keys, two IDs, one to the library, one to label me like the rest. I've got access to the school library whenever, just because I helped set up this year, and access to the baseball locker room, showers, office, and even a key to the fieldhouse. I've been promised a few more extra keys to some of the school buildings, but they haven't gotten the new ones made yet.
And, the gym. The showers were three doors in, but, someone was here first. The gym door was propped open, like what is usually done during the school day, and the gym lights were on. I think that would be Silvia's doing. No one opens the gym this early. Not last year, not the year before.
The coach's office was also opened, but empty, and access to the locker room granted to whoever entered the gym.
Seeing it as a slight convienience, I opened the door to the locker room, then flipped the lights on, and approached my locker, just as I had done about five hundred times before.
It's the same one, but empty. I set my backpack down, opened it, then undressed quickly, setting my clothes inside.
The shower was dry, as usual, but, I took my spot in the corner. Coach had to put in a placement system because of all the fights, and because, well, some of the guys were not as straight as you'd think.
The water spewed from the head hard, beginning cold, and changing to a hot, steady stream. After two nights without time to shower, it felt good.
I just rubbed the top of my head when I felt something wrap around my abdomen. Not something you want to happen when alone in a locker room, the only other way out, blocked by a broken door.
"Hey there, Merick."
"Silvia! What are you doing in here?"
I turned halfway around to look at the chipmunk, and she smiled, grabbing my crotch.
"I think it's obvious."
Again? Another unexpected event? And this time it's in school. Really, I do have higher standards than this, myself.
She ran her fingers along my flaccid shaft gently, wrapping her hand around it with a bit of caress.
Really, I'm stumped right now, I don't know what to do, but I can tell this will escalate quickly...
She moved in front of me, putting herself between me and the wall, I think, just to show her perfect chest. Really, I think she is only a cheerleader because she has the perfect rack. And I think she knows that too.
"You are the first of the team to see me bare. And I can see that your little friend is as happy to see this as you are.", she smiled, gripping my growing erection.
Not even allowing it to grow to full length, she took it into her mouth, shoving it as far down as she could, deepthroating my cock.
Really, I don't know what's going on. First a night with two pandas, the night before last, and now I have a goth chipmunk giving me a blow job.
She just stayed like that for a second, letting my shaft grow to length, then she pulled back, only to push forward again, and again, and again.
This continued for about a minute, then she stopped, and stood. Grabbing onto my sack, she gripped hard, pulling down.
"Sit.", she commanded.
Not daring resist, I did so, and she smiled. Silvia took her place, sitting in my lap.
"Good boy..."
She didn't hesitated with the next part, and aligned herself quickly, impaling herself on my thick shaft.
Really, she's been known to be sexually active, but it was still a tight fit, and just like Anne, and Marie, the size showed.
"Oh god.", she moaned, "Feels like I'm about to split open."
Silvia moved, pulling from my girth, then pressed back down, forcing my rod back into her depths with a satisfied sigh. The process continued for a few minutes, then she stopped, slightly out of breath.
Standing up, she put herself against the wall.
"Up, and fuck me from behind."
Well, I wouldn't refuse something like that, but, really, if I refused, I'd be in pain, and wouldn't do anything about it. Rejection would be something too stupid to do.
I took action, standing up quickly. She did not once take her eyes off of me. Silvia was easily a head below me. About my size, actually. Tall for a chipmunk.
Pushing my rod against her folds, she shuddered as I once more penetrated her depths.
Biting her lip, she pushed against the wall as I began thrusting, a simple reaction.
Reaching my hands around her, I grabbed her soft breasts, each nipple stiff, both from the sexual interaction, and the cold tiled wall.
They were soft, something that you'd used for a pillow, and above that, big. Bigger than Marie's. Double Ds, just by feel, but no doubt they were bigger.
At that point, of the few things going on, school, and the fact that the gym was open, crossed my mind, and I turned, to look behind me, paranoid.
Well, considering the fact that she could make a college professer seem like an idiot, I don't think she would want to be expelled, just for leaving a public place open. But then that would mean she would...
And for the second time, I could not hold a steady thought, as the heat of the moment got to me. Thrusting in, and out, parting her walls, her tight sex was heavenly.
She came first. A gasp, and a shudder.
Her sex tightened, and only a few more thrusts, before I came, riding my climax through.
And that was it. While I didn't question the fact that I had sex with the only goth chipmunk in school, I also didn't question that after that, neither of us exchanged a single word. We both showered, and I even offered to help her wash, but she refused.
Leaving the locker room, she stopped me in the dark gym, and handed me a gold crested gem, which hung from a silver string necklace.
"...Don't worry, it's a good luck charm, because, well, that was fun."
She left, smiling. I've seen her smile, but that wasn't a sadistic smile, like she usually has, but it was more...happy.
That's it. Didn't see her for the rest of the day, didn't find her pulling into my driveway, just outside my bedroom window.
I've noticed, a long time ago, that I worry too much.
And after having sex with a third girl in the past two days.
Really. That's the second surprise. If this continues, then I'm no longer thinking it a suspicion that something is up, but believing it.