Daryl picked up his soda bottle and chugged the last few swallows. He tossed the bottle into a garbage can ten feet away. "Break's over for me. Have a good afternoon, you two." He walked back to the cafeteria as if he'd already forgotten them.
Charlie started walking towards the parking lot, and Michelle fell into step beside him. They stepped onto the asphalt and into the sun. It no longer seemed to distress Michelle that she was walking naked through the bright daylight. The encounter with Daryl had electrified her and she could barely hold still.
"Oh my god!" she burst out, when she felt Daryl was sufficiently out of earshot. "I can't believe we just did that! That was so crazy... I can't even get my thoughts straight! My heart is beating a billion times a minute!" She leaned towards Charlie, her head bobbing. "I almost died when we walked out and saw him standing there. I thought we were dead. But you! Oh my god, Charlie! The way you handled it... you were so smooth! You were awesome!" She laughed.
Charlie peeked at her out of the corner of his eye. She didn't realize he had set her up. She thought it was just a chance encounter, that Daryl had unexpectedly taken his break at the same place they'd been headed to.
If that's what she thought, he wasn't about to correct her.
"Do you think he'll tell anyone?" The words rushed out of her. "He won't, right? I don't think he will. I don't think so. Because he let us go, and I don't think he'll want anyone to know he let us go. We should be in trouble but we aren't. My god, I'm walking across campus naked right now, and he knows it!"
She looked over her shoulder, but Daryl had disappeared into the building. Charlie felt like the guard was still watching them, maybe peeking at them through a window. But maybe that was just paranoia. Michelle's nakedness under the blue sky made him feel like they were on display to the world.
Michelle clutched Charlie's hand in both of hers, pressing it between her breasts. "That was a fantasy of mine, you know. To have a stranger kiss me while I'm totally naked." She gasped, as if astonished she had revealed such a secret. "Is that a crazy thing to get turned on by? I know it is. I know it, I know it. But I just did it. I never thought I would ever really do it but I just did."
They reached the glass doors of the athletic center. Michelle tugged at the door. It rattled but didn't open.
"Oops. I don't have my keys," she said.
"I have them." Charlie fished them out of his pocket.
"Oh. Thank goodness." She laughed. "I mean, obviously I don't have them. I don't have anything. Here, let me do it." She took the keys and unlocked the door. Charlie pulled it open so she could enter.
"Where?" she asked, standing in the doorway.
Charlie considered the layout of the athletic center. Basketball court, swimming pool, locker rooms. "Let's take a shower," he suggested.
"Okay! Boys or girls locker room?"
"Girls?"
She smiled. "The forbidden temple? Okay. That's good, because I can go to my locker after."
They used Michelle's keys to access the girl's locker room. Michelle flicked on the switches, bathing the room in the bright glow of white fluorescent lighting. As soon as the door closed behind them, Charlie reached for her. He palmed her breasts, squeezing them gently, marveling at their softness. Michelle put her arms around his neck and kissed him while he continued to fondle her.
"Feel how wet I am," she whispered. He reached between her legs and was amazed at the dampness there. His finger pushed into her with only the slightest pressure. “Ahh…” she exhaled, closing her eyes and leaning towards him. He kissed her hard while sliding his fingers in and out of her, feeling her body trembling against him.
"Let's go," he said, urging her towards the shower area. Michelle paused to scoop up a tall stack of clean towels from a bin. "We need all those towels?" he asked.
She grinned. "I'm not lying down on the hard tile."
The shower area was divided into four sections, each with walls on three sides and lines of shower heads. Charlie had pictured them standing together under the hot spray of one of the shower heads. But Michelle entered one of the sections and turned on every shower, so that hot water sprayed from all three sides. Her body was already covered in a gleam of droplets when she returned for the towels. She layered three towels on top of each other in the center of the floor, a space that wasn't directly sprayed by any of the showers but caught a warm mist from all of them.
She returned to him, smiling. Drops ran down her body as she tugged at his shirt. "You're still dressed?" she teased. "Hurry up!"
Charlie grinned and pulled his shirt over his head. Michelle worked on the snap of his jeans, popping it and pulling down his zipper while he flung his shirt towards a dry corner of the locker room. She reached into his pants and found his hard cock, squeezing it and pulling it free. He scrambled out of his shoes and pants while she tugged him into the shower by his erection.
As soon as Charlie stood on stack of towels, Michelle dropped to her knees. He felt her mouth on his cock, kissing his shaft as she crouched in front of him. Charlie stood with his legs slightly apart, feeling the mist from the showers bead on his body and in his hair, stimulated by the feel of Michelle's lips and tongue on his erection.
"Did you ever imagine that you would be getting a blow job in the shower of the girl's locker room?" She peeked up at him, smiling. Before he could answer, she put the head of his penis to her lips and let it slide into her mouth, taking in as much of it as she could. She moved in a rhythm, sucking him.
It felt amazing.
The towels were quickly becoming saturated with hot water, and it felt like standing on a sponge. Charlie closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of Michelle's eager mouth on his throbbing cock. He let his hands rest on her wet hair, now dripping from the mist. A steamy haze drifted around them.
Michelle did something with her tongue that made him inhale audibly, and his penis twitched in her mouth. She pulled off and looked up. "You okay?" she asked.
Instead of responding, he crouched down himself and took hold of her waist. He turned her over so that she was on her hands and knees. She waited in that position while he took a moment to admire her gleaming pussy. Then he clutched her by the hips and slid into her. She felt so tight around his swollen cock, yet he quickly had his entire length inside her, with his stomach pressed against her ass.
The water drizzled around them, making their bodies slick as they moved against each other. Charlie fell into a slow rhythm, pulling out until only the head of his penis was in her then savoring the intense pleasure of plunging back into her. He knew that he had to go slow to have any chance of prolonging their sex; the pressure of climax had already begun to form in his groin, and his cock urged him to surrender to the animal side of his nature and fuck her with abandon.
Finally, he gave in and lost himself in the frenetic rhythm of their bodies meeting. Michelle cried out with each thrust, making no effort to hold back her noise, and the cavernous room echoed her. Charlie fell onto her, feeling her body climaxing underneath him just as he came inside her.
He waited a moment, resting against her, before he pulled out. Silently, he stood and helped her to her feet. They walked under one of the showers and let the water spill over their heads. Charlie rinsed himself off before padding back to the bin to grab some fresh towels.
Michelle was still cleaning herself off when he returned. He dried off with one towel and left the other hanging for her. He was already dressed by the time she turned off her shower, and watched her walk in a circle, turning off the other showers.
"Can you throw the wet towels in the hamper near the door?" she asked. Charlie peeled the towels from the shower floor and carried them to the dirty towel hamper. After he dropped them in, he looked for Michelle, and found her at her locker, pulling out her cheerleading uniform.
"This time you're going to walk out dressed?"
She laughed. "Yup. I've had enough excitement for the day."
/> He leaned against a locker, watching her as she pulled the top part of the uniform over her head. ”What now?” he asked. “Back to the AV room?"
"Can you give me a ride? I parked my car not too far away."
"Sure. But what about your clothes? They're in the AV room."
"Maybe you can get them for me? I don’t really want to go back inside.”
“Sure." Seeing her in her cheerleading outfit made him think about the cheerleading footage he'd edited into his tribute video. He wondered what he would be doing the next Saturday. Back to working on the video? Would he be able to stand sitting alone in that chair in that room, knowing that she could show up at any time, knowing also that she most likely wouldn’t show up at all?
He knew this was his opportunity to ask if he would see her next weekend, or if she would talk to him at school on Monday. They had just shared a very intimate moment, he should be able to ask her anything. Michelle, will you be here next weekend? And then what? Ask if she wanted to make love in some new part of the school?
And what if she answered the same as before? What if she said it could never happen again?
"Okay," she said, closing her locker. "I'm ready."
“Me too,” he said. He told himself the questions could wait for a better moment.
They checked the locker room one last time, making sure they hadn't left any evidence. Charlie clicked off the lights just before they stepped out. Michelle locked the door behind them.
Outside, it was still bright, although the sun had started its descent towards the horizon and the shadows were stretching. They surveyed the parking lot, but Daryl was nowhere to be seen, and the only visible car was Charlie's. They started walking toward his car.
Charlie peeked at Michelle out of the corner of his eye. Her previous chatty exuberance was gone and now she walked in silence. She seemed pensive. It was as if by putting on her clothes, she had become that other girl, the other side of her split personality, the one he didn't know very well.
So strange that he'd spent so little time with her while she was dressed. She'd been naked almost the entire evening when they'd hooked up the first time. Only at the end of the night had she put her clothes back on. This time, it was the same. She'd been naked up to the point she put on that uniform. What would the guys think, if he tried to explain that to them?
Oh, Michelle Santos? Yeah, I know her, but I'm not used to her wearing clothes.
Less than an hour ago, he'd walked with her in the hall, and he’d stopped her on a whim so he could put his hands between her legs. Could that have really happened? It was unbelievable! How could he not be her boyfriend, when she granted him that privilege?
He peeked at her again. To his surprise, he felt his cock growing, pressing against the front of his jeans. He suddenly wished they’d stayed in the locker room a while longer. They could have taken their time in the shower, spent more time holding each other. He could have spent more time putting his hands on her body.
They reached his car. “You’re going to get my clothes, right?” Michelle asked. "Can I wait in your car?"
"Sure," Charlie said. He gazed at her, in her tight uniform. Her wet hair was combed back, straighter than usual. He saw a drip of water trickle from just behind her ear and slide slowly down her neck.
"Charlie?" she asked hesitantly.
Charlie stepped towards her. He put his hands on her waist, catching the bottom of her shell top in his fingers. He pulled up, peeling the top up her body and over her head. He freed the garment from her arms and tossed it on the hood of his car.
"Charlie!" She had distress in her voice, but didn't stop him as he crouched in front of her and pushed her skirt and dancer shorts down her smooth legs. He let them fall to her ankles. She was naked, and her perfectly groomed strip of pubic hair swayed directly in front of his eyes. Of course it was perfectly groomed. She had left the house intending to be seen naked, after all.
Charlie got to his feet and reached for his zipper. Michelle's eyes were wide as she realized what he intended to do. She looked around the parking lot nervously as he pulled his hard cock free. He leaned forward, letting it press against her stomach, and kissed her.
She leaned backwards against his car. Her mouth opened and he felt her tongue tangle with his. She had her palms pressed against his chest, as if she intended to push him away, but her arms didn't exert any force against him.
Charlie reached down and caught her legs. Pressing her against the back seat window, he lifted her legs up, sliding her up the side of his car and then letting her drop onto his waiting erection. She gasped as he filled her and her legs wrapped around him. Her eyes closed and she seemed to forget that they were outside in the daylight. Slowly, he fucked her against the side of the car.
Because her eyes were closed, Charlie gazed at her openly, tracing her perfect features with his eyes. Her long black hair, glimmering in the sunlight; her eyelids and eyelashes; her perfect skin. He studied her lips, the way her mouth hung slightly opened as she took in sharp breaths. If only his eyes could capture this moment, save it forever. Where would he put it in his video? This was Michelle having sex. This was Michelle when he was deep inside her. This was Michelle as she longed to be, naked outside, letting go.
He sighed as he came inside her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, clutching him tightly as his cock spasmed within her.
Unsteadily, he lowered her legs, letting her feet touch the ground. He took a step away from her, fumbling his still erect penis back into his jeans. She remained leaning against the car, catching her breath. Her eyes were barely open, watching him through slivers.
Charlie hadn't noticed the strain of holding her while they were having sex, but now that he had released her, his arms felt weak and slow to respond. He fumbled with his keys, finally managing to press the button to unlock the car. He pulled the driver's side door open. Michelle lowered herself into the car, perching sideways on the edge of the seat.
Charlie retrieved the pieces of her uniform and Michelle silently accepted them, bunching the garments in her lap and making no move to put them on. "I'll be right back," he told her. "I'll go grab the rest of your clothes." He waited a moment for her to answer, but she just nodded.
Charlie unlocked the green door and entered the school. He rushed through the hall to the AV room, praying that he wouldn't run into Daryl. The room was empty. He grabbed the bundled ball of her clothes, still sitting where she had left it. The computer was still on, and Charlie hesitated a moment before turning it off. He told himself he could always return and clean up after he dropped Michelle off. But maybe he wouldn't just drop her off. Maybe they would spend some more time together.
He started out the door before remembering the camera he'd hidden by the window. He retrieved the camera and shoved it in a drawer, telling himself he would sign it back in later. He didn't want to leave Michelle by herself for too long, especially since he suspected she would still be naked when he returned.
He turned off the lights and jogged back to the green door, Michelle's clothes tucked under his arm. He pushed open the door and blinked at the car.
Michelle was gone. Charlie peered through the front window, but she wasn't in the front seat or the back seat, and all the doors were shut. Charlie opened the driver's side door. He noticed a white paper on the seat and picked it up. No writing. Only a large heart drawn in the middle of the paper.
Charlie looked around, but didn't see her anywhere. He got into his car and started it up. Driving slowly around the end of the parking lot, his eyes scanned back and forth, looking for a dark-haired girl in a cheerleading uniform. But he didn't see her.
When he reached the end of the school's driveway, he paused at the stoplight, waiting even as the light turned green. Where was he going? Where had she parked? If he drove up and down the streets, he might find her getting into her car...
He shook his head. The light was green. He put the car in mo
tion, turning right. Driving home. When he reached the next stoplight, he glanced over his shoulder and noticed a smudge on his back door window. The imprint of Michelle's naked back, pressed against the glass.
Charlie looked down next to him, where Michelle's heart picture rested on the seat. After a moment, he picked up his phone and pointed it at the paper. He turned on the video and focused on the heart.
"Same to you, Michelle," he said. "Same to you.”
The stoplight turned green. Charlie set his phone down and drove off.
The story of Charlie and Michelle continues in Saturday Night School 2: Risky Behavior.
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