INTRODUCTION, DISCLAIMER & TRIGGER WARNING - At her Virginia Beach high school in early 2001, 18-year-old theatre kid Janelle Jepson is a real drama queen, her head in the clouds as she dreams of becoming a famous cinema, TV or theatre actress. Young Janelle often appears on the verge of breaking into song when she gets over-excited, but she does have a secret - a crush on the janitor Wayne, a brooding young heavy metal fan whose origins are in a trailer park across the border in rural Kentucky. Janelle's comfortable middle-class life is far removed from Wayne's life, but the attraction is there regardless. So will Janelle continue to be a goody-two shoes and not do anything about it, or will she give into her desires and lose her virginity to Wayne the janitor? One thing appears certain as Janelle arrives for school one Thursday soon after spring break - nothing interesting will happen this day as it is Janelle's time of the month and she has got her period with all the associated girls' problems. Or will things take a most unexpected turn?
All characters and events in this story are entirely fictional and any similarity to persons living or dead are coincidental and unintentional. Only characters aged 18 and over engage in sexual activity. Please note that there are very graphic scenes and discussions about periods in this story, which will definitely not be to everyone's taste. If menstruation is not your thing, please consider whether or not this story is for you before reading it. Otherwise, please enjoy 'Janelle & the Janitor' and rate and comment.
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If a search was done for the kid who most accurately fit the theatre kid stereo type at high school, that person would be a certain Miss Janelle Jepson of Virginia Beach, Virginia, USA, aka myself.
When I arrived into the world in November 1982, I don't think my parents knew what the innocent little baby girl asleep in her crib would turn into as she grew up. Mom, a mild-mannered bookkeeper, was always a quiet and conservative woman who loved gardening as a hobby, and Daddy a regular guy who worked in insurance and loved relaxing by working in the garden with Mom and watching sports on the weekends. My older brother Luke and my younger brother Adam were both average kids who liked sports. And then there was me.
From the time I could walk and talk I loved to be the center of attention, and I loved the performing arts and movies, musicals my favorite. I loved drama, both on the screen and off it, and when my brothers bought me a pink tee-shirt with 'Drama Queen' on the front for my sweet sixteen, it could not have been more accurate. I was in all the productions at school, usually playing the over-the-top dramatic characters that got most of the attention, and drama extended into my personal life outside of school. Running late for school, misplacing a pen, catching a cold, or getting a B as a grade would set off the most dramatic reactions imaginable in me.
I had friends in the drama club at school, but wasn't very popular outside of it. With the benefit of hindsight I wasn't a kid to invite popularity from my peers. I was a goody-two shoes teacher's pet type, who lived in a fantasy world half the time dreaming of becoming a popular Hollywood actress or a successful Broadway performer and couldn't get enough attention. I had a pretty big ego, but had enough self-awareness to never describe myself as pretty although I knew I was with my long dark brown hair, big brown eyes, flawless skin and slim figure with perfectly shaped C-cup breasts.
Mom and Daddy must have wondered how they came to have a dramatic daughter who loved singing, dancing and acting so much given nobody else in the immediate or extended family was into these hobbies. Mom loved me obviously but would often lecture me about modesty and how acting was a high-risk career with limited career prospects.
As for my Daddy, his favorite joke was always, "Now Janelle, you aren't going to break into song, are you?" whenever when I was in one of my melodramatic moods. Some of my other male relatives had also made this joke, as had some of my teachers over the years.
As for my sports loving brothers, I don't think they knew how they came to have a dramatic sister who went around the house and singing show tunes while doing chores and lived her life for the next production at school and would bring other theatre kids - some of whom were gay males - back to the house to learn their lines.
My senior year of high school in 2000-2001 was a busy time for me, with me being elected president of the drama club with a number of productions that year. I had a heavy study load and a part time job out of school with my aunt, and often sat up late at night high on black coffee and energy drinks studying to make sure I kept getting all A's and not end up in tears when I got a rare B for a test or assignment. But there was something else distracting me in my senior year. And that something was a young man.
At the age of 18, I had had a boyfriend in the past, but my home state Virginia suited me perfectly, I was a total virgin. The only guy to see my private female areas was my gynecologist, and the only things to have entered my vagina was tampons, but not even those very often. I only used tampons for gym class, otherwise I wore napkins to manage my periods. But with regards to guys, despite my promise to myself to concentrate on school and school productions, as soon as this guy came onto the scene my concentration levels wavered.
So who was this guy? A handsome football jock who caught my eye? I good looking male student who decided to join the drama group for his senior year? Perhaps a nice-looking young male teacher? No, the guy who had to distract me was the new janitor.
Prior to this, I don't think any girls would have had a crush on our previous two janitors. In my first year of high school, the janitor was an old guy who retired at the end of that year after doing the job for decades, and he was a bit of an old fusspot. Then came the second janitor, an overweight middle-aged African American man who was constantly scowling, growling, complaining and grumbling about everyone and everything. If there had been a drama queen award at the school for these two years, I would have gotten nowhere near it, the janitor would have beaten me easily. This grouchy janitor transferred schools at the end of two years, and we got a third janitor in the form of Wayne.
Wayne was much younger than his predecessors, I would have guessed about 23 or 24. He looked like a cross between a redneck and a metal head, often wearing black heavy metal shirts or ragged check shirts with jeans on his tall and fit frame. His light brown hair was relatively long and poorly kept, and he never said much, mainly going about his work and often answering questions asked of him in a cryptic way. I had never spoken to him directly and he had never spoken to me, but the drawl in his voice gave away his Southern origins.
I was very much attracted to his brooding good looks and would try and imagine what was going on his head as he went about his work. Sometimes my panties would get damp on the saddle as my clitoris responded to my fantasies about Wayne, and I would look out the windows of my classroom, watching Wayne at work pruning a bush or collecting trash. One time my distraction proved embarrassing. I was driving Mom's car and stopped at a red light and was thinking about Wayne so much that I wondered why all these cars were sounding their horns. Then I realized that I was the problem, I was so busy thinking about Wayne that I hadn't seen the light turn green, and could only wave an embarrassed apology to the angry drivers behind me.
Of course I never told any of my drama club friends about my feelings for Wayne. We had talked about him, but the other girls described him as 'a bit creepy', 'untrustworthy' and 'a bad guy'. And I especially never told my parents or brothers! If I did, I think that Mom would have ended up catatonic in a psych ward and Daddy would have fallen down dead with a fatal heart attack at the thought of their teenage daughter being anywhere near a guy like Wayne.
Shortly after school resumed following spring break 2001, we were rehearsing heavily for the upcoming musical theatre production and one Thursday afternoon after classes ended for the day we were in the school theatre going through our lines. It certainly wasn't going great this afternoon. None of us could remember our lines and we couldn't inject any life into the characters we had to put to stage in several weeks' time. I was especially frustrated at myself as I was in the lead role (what else?) and I was worst of the lot.
However, in my defense I did have two excuses. One, Wayne was in the drama center cleaning some blinds and I was distracted by the brooding redneck metal head, as dressed in his tight black jeans, black heavy metal tee-shirt, loose check-pattern shirt and boots he went about his work and I was most distracted by his brooding masculinity. The second reason was more personal. I was on my period.
