(chapter six)
Note 1 All characters are 18 years of age.
Note 2 There 18 chapters to this story.
Note 3 There are 159 hand written pages.
Note 4 This story was intended as an adult comic.
Meanwhile, Kelly was having her own problems. She had gotten lost trying to find her next class. She thought she had been going in the right direction. But, she was still lost. Kelly didn't know how she had gotten turned around. She was in a section of the school she had never seen before.
Just as she turned around to head back the way she had come, Kelly heard something. At first she wasn't sure what she had heard. So she stopped walking and listened harder until she heard the sound again.
Little Kelly Peterson heard what sounded like someone moaning to her. She thought it might be coming from one of the classrooms nearby. But Kelly was not sure which of the classrooms the moaning was coming from until she heard the moaning again.
Kelly's first thought when she first heard the moaning was that someone had gotten sick or was hurt. She was just about to call out to find out where the moaning was coming from when she heard another moan.
Kelly realized that the person moaning was not in pain. She had to check out two or three of the classrooms, before she found the right room. From what she found she thought the school was using these rooms as storage. Kelly finally found the room where the moaning was coming from when she looked around the door frame of the fourth room.
She found the room alright. She got a surprise when she peeked around the door jam. And she also found out why the girl in the room was moaning.
What Kelly Peterson had stumbled into was the one room in the school that the students and teachers used when they wanted to fuck.
What Kelly saw in that room was the worst kept secret in the school. The room was officially a class room. But, it was used by the school maintenance department as a storage room for desks and chairs and other furniture. But, some of the seniors and some of the teachers called it; The Playpen.
A student told they were being sent to the Pen, knew it could only mean one thing. It meant that the student, he or she was about to get the best lay of their young lives. Most, if not all the naughty students sent to the Playpen enjoyed their time in the pen.
Why wouldn't they? The student sent to the Playpen, would get out of class for a while. He or she would be able to have sex with whoever was in the room when they got there. And the chances of getting caught were almost zero.
Kelly didn't know any of this yet, but the last time someone had gotten caught in the pen and was in trouble was more than ten or fifteen years ago. In other words her parents had been in high school the last time someone got in trouble because of the Playpen.
Kelly could not believe what she was seeing. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. What she was seeing had not changed, as she stood there outside the Playpen. She was watching one of the two girls from her last class getting double teamed by two boys.
One of which she thought she recognized from her first class. The other boy she didn't recognize, and from what she was seeing she didn't want to. From just the little she could see, Kelly did not really want to meet this boy any time soon.
Kelly was watching him ram his big cock into the tiny brunette from her class. He was slamming into her from behind. She knew from watching him that she did not want to trade places with that poor girl. Kelly wouldn't trade places with her for anything in the world.