As they have been doing for the last 20 years, the St. Margaret's Girls Choir was giving their annual Spring Jubilee Concert in the Grand Hall at Shoreside Resort. After a brilliant performance, the girls spent the night partying at the resort and executing their traditional hazing rituals on the first year members. Many of their antics involved humiliating the girls in public or some form of intoxicated sexual conquest with boys from the Grant Military Academy, also performing that evening. While the choir was out enjoying themselves, Justine, the quietest of the Seniors retired to her room as she told the rest of the choir she was ânot feeling wellâ. In reality, Justine was also probably the purest of the Seniors, and somewhat embarrassed about her lack of experience. She was just days over 18, and although she was absolutely gorgeous, she was just one of those reserved kind of girls, that never really got around to boys. Shy of an innocent kiss that was more of a dare than anything during her âfirst yearâ in the choir, that was the limit to her experience with boys.
Justine took advantage of her roommateâs absence and was drawing herself a bath when someone downstairs, most likely one of the girls or cadets, activated the hotel fire alarm. Startled by the alarm, Justine stood up and slipped on the wet bathroom floor striking her head on the tile, knocking her out cold.
As the hotel was cleared out and checked room for room, a firefighter made his way to Justineâs room, entering with the Concierge Master Key. Finding Justine still laying unconscious on the floor, he immediately checked her vital signs and saw they were well within normal rates. Seeing the puddle of water near her and the bruise on her head, he realized the nature of her accident. He lifted her up off the floor using a firemanâs carry and took her out to the main bedroom laying her gently on the bed. Just as he was reaching down to wake her up, he received a buzz on his vibrating pager stating âbuilding all clearâ. He responded to the call with his own personal vehicle, and did not need to return to station with the truck as he was off duty. He simply went to the corner of the room where the signal was best and radioed into the Chief stating â10-14b all clearâ.
Just as he did that, he looked back at Justine lying on the bed still completely dressed in her concert outfit, the traditional âschool-girlâ uniform for St. Margaretâs. Before going back to revive her, he saw Justineâs wallet (quite the âgirlishâ) wallet lying on the counter. Going through it, he saw all the makings of quite the innocent Catholic School girl⌠a religious card or two, pictures of grandparents, her school id, library card and of course her driverâs license. Looking at the date, he realized that right in front of him was this innocent looking âschool-girlâ sound asleep in front of him, just days away from âwomanhoodâ⌠In essence, every manâs fantasy.
Not able to resist the temptation, as NO human male, young, old or otherwise could in this scenario, he opened up his jacket and approached the peacefully resting Justine and began admiring her from head to toe. Her hair was done up in the pigtails, tied with cute bows and all. She had a gentle grin on her face, almost like she was in the middle of a wonderful dream. One thing for sure was the fireman was living every manâs dream. Her white dress shirt was all buttoned up, still kept well together by the necktie showing the St. Margaretâs blue and white. The only revealing spot was the right sleeve rolled up, more than likely to draw the bath. Her shirt was not tucked in, as she was probably just about to take it off before her fall. The shirt was draped over her plaid kilt covering only half the legs, while the bottom half revealed a most beautiful pair of smooth, strong legs representing obvious athleticism. This would be appropriate as Justine was captain of the Soccer and Lacrosse teams. Of course the feet were covered with the typical dress shoes, completing the âschool-girlâ look, and the firemanâs every fantasy.
Not sure how long Justine had been unconscious, he took his chances at an opportunity for a quick peek. He gently took her ankles and slowly positioned the motionless legs apart, just enough to avail himself a perfect view of the simple, yet cute, white underwear she was wearing. He was already completely erect, but at this point, he could feel, even through his heavy bunker gear that he was getting dripping wet. He sat back for just a moment to enjoy the view, and unbuttoned the top of his pants so he could reach down and adjust his now swollen and throbbing penis. Mere contact with it almost made him climax, but he waited, cause he had to see what was under that shirt.
He knew this was so wrong, but sometimes there are just urges a man cannot overcome, and this girl was so gorgeous he was willing to take on any consequences, this was just too much for any man to handle. Knowing time was now of the essence, he undid her necktie enough to get to the buttons and quickly popped the top buttons unleashing her large breasts, protected by her bra, all be it cute, at this point an inconvenience. With the shirt open and panties showing, this would be enough for any man, but at this point he was so entranced that he needed to see those breasts, if only just one, before he could pleasure himself.
Greediness took its toll, and at the very moment he revealed her first nipple, Justine took a deep breath and awoke. Still not completely coherent, the fireman had time to pull his hand out of her bra, but she quickly came to and assessed her situation. Unaware of her surrounding, looking down at her open shirt and her legs spread apart, and a strange man standing over her (now completely frozen in shock); she opened her mouth to scream. The firemanâs only response, the only movement his frozen body could make at this point was to put his hand on her mouth and try to calm her down. Rightfully startled and hysterical, she stirred quite a bit and her strength was somewhat of a challenge to keep under control. The fireman kept saying, âShh. Shh. Shh. Please let me explain, Please let me explain⌠Please, Shh. I am so sorry, I am sorry.. You are just so beautiful, I am sorry, I could not resistâŚâ She put up a fight, but at the moment she heard âbeautifulâ, she calmed for a second. She reached over his hand, taking it off her mouth, and said, ever so quietly, âdid you say I was, was⌠beautiful?â Still in complete and utter shock, he was still saying âI am sorry, I am so sorry, please, please, I am sorryâ⌠She hushed him and put her finger on his lips, repeating, âdid you say I was, beautiful?â The fireman somewhat calmed now, said, âAre you kidding me? You are without a doubt the most beautiful thing I have ever seenâ⌠Even though she should have been on the phone to the police at this point, she instead smiled. He quickly got up, putting his gear back together and said, âI am so sorry I will turn myself in, just please forgive me.â A soft âNo one has ever told me I am beautiful beforeâ came from Justineâs nervous lips. Realizing that she was no longer hysterical and was actually making conversation, the fireman slowly approached her again and sat at the edge of the bed, by her feet, creating a safe distance.
âWhat makes me beautiful?â she said. Still in a daze and in shock, he squeaked out, âWellâŚâ, she interjected, âListen, I am not gonna say anything, just be honest with meâŚâ âWell, umm, before it was just your body, and your outfit, but now that your eyes are open and you are speaking, I see this most beautiful girl, with perfect teeth, and gorgeous eyes.â At this point she smiled ear to ear, and he said âItâs that smile, it just makes it all come togetherâ. âBut you said you were looking at my body tooâŚâ âWell, yes, I am a fireman, obviously a strong girl is gonna be attractive, please like no one has ever drooled over you beforeâ. âNo, not really, or at least no one has ever told meâ.
âListen I should really go, I am sorry.â
âNo, please donât go, tell me, what were you going to do if I did not wake up?ââŚ
âOh please, donât hate me, I would have never touched you or violated you are anything, I was just lookingâ.