Seducing the School Janitor

This is a coming of age story involving a small town girl and the high school janitor.

I would like to gratefully acknowledge volunteer editor Grania2 for many helpful suggestions during the process of bringing this story to life.

This tale is the result of a get-away weekend with a close friend. After a little smoke, and a lot of alcohol, this story came into being. Kayla is a good friend of mine. She asked for my help in putting her story out there. Kayla's memory of all this was incredibly descriptive, all true she tells me. I felt I needed to write it exactly as she told it.

Kayla honey, here's to unforgettable memories at Keystone.

My name is Kayla. This all happened when I was a senior in high school. I had just celebrated my eighteenth birthday a couple of months before. I had three goals in my life back then. First, was to get out of the house and be on my own. The second was to get lined up in a college program, and the third was to lose my virginity, not necessarily in that order.

I was still living at home with my mom and her new live-in boyfriend Doug. He was such a fucking pervert. I just had to get the hell out of there. My Mom had put on weight since her divorce from my Dad, and she was nearing forty.

The only things she had going for her was that she owned her own house, and she had a steady job. She met Doug maybe six months earlier, and I think he really just pushed his way into our lives. He was of course unemployed, but got disability checks for some supposed injury he suffered a while back. It never seemed to be a problem for him around us though. He was the main reason I had to get out and on my own. He was such a loser, and Mom just didn't see that yet.

I really doubted that he even loved my mom. He just saw a better situation than he had, and horned his way in.

Truly, I was not jealous in case that is what you're thinking. I wanted Mom to be happy, but this guy was no good, and she would eventually find that out. I had already figured it out, but then again I wasn't a desperate, overweight, middle-aged woman.

When I say Doug was a pervert, I know what I'm talking about. I had gotten up a couple times late at night and secretly caught him out in our living room on Mom's computer looking at porn. Mom always went to bed early, because she had to get up early for work. This douchbag was laying on our couch playing with his cock, while the rest of us had to get up early the next day. The main reason I needed to get out of there was because I knew he was thinking he was going to have a shot at fucking me. I wasn't just being paranoid either. Doug would always pretended to act all lovey and such towards Mom, but I always got a weird feeling when she wasn't around. The way Doug always looked me over was unsettling. He always found some excuse to hug me. He tried to pretend he was just being all warm and fuzzy, but I knew by the way he pressed against me that he was copping a feel. I had turned around several times and caught him checking me out from behind. If we were alone together he would always be making some pretty suggestive remarks, or telling me some off-color joke. Mom just didn't see it, but I did.

The creepiest part started happening about two months after he had moved in with us. One morning I went to the dirty laundry basket to retrieve an ear-ring from the pocket of a pair of shorts I had worn the day before. I noticed my panties, lying in the basket under my shorts, were all wet. I had just taken them off the night before when I showered. When I had thrown them into the laundry basket they were totally dry.

I picked them up and could see the outlines of yellowish stains on them. Lately I had been noticing the same thing happening to my bras. I had thought it might be the hard water we had in the area, but this was not a water stain. As I lifted the panties to look closer I could smell the unmistakable scent of a guy's cum. That fucker Doug was jacking off into my underwear, and then washing it off before putting them back in the laundry. Eww, what a scumbag!

I knew then for sure that Doug had been fantasizing about fucking me. I wasn't about to let that happen. I had not said anything about any of this to Mom yet. I didn't want to be the one to break her heart. I kind of figured it would only be a matter of time before she would catch on to the scumbag, and throw him out. I loved my Mom a lot. But since Dad left, Mom never seemed to come across any decent men. I really didn't feel like there were any men around that a girl could look up to either. Guys my age were so immature and they came and went. Any grown man Mom seemed to attract were full of problems, Doug being the worst so far. The one bright spot in my social life revolved around a man I knew at school. During my junior year I had joined a committee to do the decorations and set-up for the dances and other events. This often required me to get with the school janitor Mr. Garcia to see about ladders and borrow tools and such.

Mr. Garcia was really nice to me. We would often chat a little before and after I borrowed something. Our small town was rather hick, and he really stood out being Hispanic and all. He was probably in his late-thirties. He was always smiling and willing to help me anytime I needed something. I found out by talking with him that he was in this country on a work permit. He was hoping one day to send for his wife and two children. Until then, they remained in some little town in Mexico.

Most students didn't pay any attention to him. He was real quiet and polite. He kept to himself unless you started the conversation. Mr. Garcia spoke very broken English, but always a quick smile would come across his face when he spoke to you. He was always so cheery. Each and every day was wonderful thing to him. Given his situation and separation from his family, I found him to be simply inspiring.

I always liked seeing Mr. G. I would go out of my way just to greet him in the hallway at least some time during the day. He was not like the rest of the staff at school. The teachers were all stuck on themselves, and the administration staff was even worse. They were trying to run a strict place, and they kept their distance from the students. Mr. G. wasn't one of them, and they had little to do with him either.

Over the summer between junior-senior years, I had broken up with my boyfriend. Boys at that age were so stupid. It wasn't over the sex or anything like that. He just spent more time with his friends than me. Besides he wasn't going anywhere. He was a local farm boy and would spend his life there. I wanted to get out like most of the girls, and experience the rest of the world.

I had at least a new boyfriend every year or so since I started dating. Even though I was technically still a virgin, I wasn't against giving a guy a good time. Small town living doesn't leave much to do outside of school and sports.

I had spent many Fridays and Saturday evenings at the old quarry just outside of town. Everyone went there to swim, party and make out. No telling how many girls got pregnant there over the years. That is how our small town still survived.

The farm boys would get some girl pregnant, and she was stuck. Eventually they would get married. She would stay and become a farmer's wife, and the cycle would repeat itself.

That was not the life I wanted. But I wasn't against sucking a guy's cock. I had more than my share by senior year, but no one was ever going to stick an unprotected cock into me.

Condoms were something you would have to go to the next town over to get. Here everyone knew everybody and all their business. There were only a couple places in town to buy something like that, and someone who knew you would tell. I figured if the guy wasn't carrying one, he wasn't sticking it in me. I wasn't about to get pregnant by any local kid and end up stuck here all my life.

You know, I probably would have lost my virginity with any number of guys had they come prepared. Really, guys what the fuck is the matter with you all.

A girl friend of mine once told me the joke about men being born with two heads, and only enough blood to operate one at a time. It's a true thing.

The guys must have all thought it was the girl's responsibility to protect herself. I guess they figured that it was my job to carry around condoms just in case. Yeah right!

Mom would have gone nuts if she had caught me with one. Besides, I figured if a guy wanted me bad enough, he should go get them himself. If not, then he'd have to settle for a blow job.

That's another thing while I'm at it, can't guys shut the fuck up about stuff like this? If I even touched a guy's wiener, it was all over the place by the next day. Then I had to put up with all the guy's loser friends making comments about when is it their turn. Really?

So, when I broke up with Chad I really wasn't all that upset. I had a reputation already for at least giving good blow-jobs, and I knew that another guy was just a weekend or two away.

Weeks before school would restart I started waking up from some really wild dreams. I never did this before. I thought it might just be the stress of starting my last year in school. At first I didn't remember much of them, but after a while I began to have the same ones over and over.

This wasn't willful on my part and I had never even considered it, but I began to realize I was having dreams involving Mr. Garcia. At first, I think they were innocent. Some had me back in Mexico living with him and his family. Then they started to focus on just him and me. Some started to be sexual. I dreamt he was making love to me in a secluded beautiful place. Tropical at first, then in places I was familiar with.

One very vivid dream had me vigorously bouncing against him in an effort to reach my orgasm. I think I actually had a cum as I slept. I woke so suddenly that I could almost feel him still inside of me. I felt myself, and I was completely wet. This had never happened to me before.

It was about this time that I began to actually look forward to getting back to school. I knew it was about seeing Mr. Garcia again.

I was tempted, and actually did go out to the campus to see if he was even still with us. I knew his work permit was only temporary, and I guess I just had to know if he had been hired back on for another year. Under some other excuses, some friends and I cruised out to the school campus. While the others were scoping out new changes and stuff, I was scanning the place for Mr. Garcia.

There was no sign of him around the buildings. The other girls were ready to move on and head back into town. Just as we were leaving the school property near the highway I spotted Mr. G. He was out along the frontage road, mowing grass. The car I was riding in was full of girls, so I knew he probably wouldn't even see me. He was focused on the path ahead, and steering the mower. As we passed by, my heart skipped a beat.

It was really hot outside, and I had never seen Mr. Garcia do this while school was in session. But he had taken his shirt off, and was wearing just khaki shorts and a panama hat. I had to take a hard look to make sure it was really him. His physique was incredible. Even though he wasn't all that tall, I was shocked to see the ripped stomach muscles and massive chest. His powerful thigh muscles and calves were like those of a young football player. His upper arms and shoulders were huge.

Even a couple of the other girls in the car gasped and hooted. I'm pretty sure they didn't even recognize who that was. They probably thought he was some nameless worker hired for the summer. None had ever even paid enough attention to Mr. Garcia to recognize him out of his normal work clothes.

I was speechless, and said nothing the entire way back to town.

Needless to say my dreams then took on an overtly sexual tone. I swore the intensity of my dreams were leaving me hornier than I had ever been before. I even started masturbating just after I woke up. I knew this wasn't a good idea because Doug was always around then. But I couldn't just walk around horny all day long either.

One of the perks of senior year was the option of having a study hall either just after lunch, or for last period. If you chose last period, you got out of school early one day a week. Since Mom needed our car for work, I still would have to stay around anyway and ride the bus home, or wait for other friends to give me a lift. The only other option would for be for Doug to come pick me up. Being alone in a car with that creep was not going to happen, not for all the money in the world.

I made the choice of having study hall just after lunch. No one cared where you went, or where you hung out during study hall. You just couldn't leave campus, or disturb other classes. It was just fifty extra minutes of free time after lunch. Through random chance draw I was assigned Wednesday as my extended lunch break.

When school resumed, everything got back to normal rather quickly. Same old faces, same old teachers. Not much ever really changed that much around there.

I went out of my way to find and say hello to my buddy Mr. G. I never mentioned anything to him about seeing him that day when my friends and I drove out.

I think I did actually start to imagine myself with him about then. I tried to ignore the fact that he was married, and probably a good husband. But, he was a man in every sense of the word too. I tried to look past his loose fitting clothes and remember that five second glimpse I had gotten while he was on that mower. All this was floating around in my head when we met for the first time again.

Then I did something really stupid. He and I were standing in a small offset in an empty hall talking. As our casual conversation ended, some impulse just came over me. I know I caught Mr. G off-guard too, but I reached for him with my only free arm, and gave him a huge hug. As my head came to rest on his chest, I realized what I was doing, and I quickly pulled away. I didn't have the nerve to look him in the face, and I quickly walked away.

All the way to my next class I could feel my face flushed. Stupid, so stupid, was all I could mutter as I walked. God, what an idiotic thing to do! Things at home with Doug were becoming intolerable, and maybe I just needed to reach-out to someone I could still trust. Still, I was so embarrassed. I think I avoided where he might be for the next couple days. Then I ran into him accidentally coming at me down the hall. As we approached each other I quickly decided to just pretend the whole thing never happened. I smiled, and said "Hi" like nothing else had happened. Mr. G smiled back politely and raised his hand in a friendly wave. We passed without another word exchanged.

That night, I had one of my most intense dreams yet. I don't remember all of it, but it was Mr. G and me again, and we were passionately going at it somewhere. I must have been moaning or something. A hand suddenly touched me, and I awoke startled. It was my Mom. She was asking if I was alright. As my vision cleared, I could see Doug standing in the doorway just behind her wearing only his boxers.

I must have wakened them with my moans. The creepy stare Doug was giving me snapped me out of my wondrous state immediately. I just know the scumbag had followed Mom and wanted to see me having an orgasm as I slept. I brushed Mom off and assured her I was just having a bad dream. That asshole Doug put his arm around my Mom, and as they turned to leave he looked back over his shoulder at me with a fucking smirk on his face.

I just couldn't go on like this. The next day, I knew I would have to face my issues. I really didn't even consider that Mr. G might just completely blow me off. We were friends yes, but maybe that was all it would ever be.

I planned to at least attempt a move on Mr. G, but exactly how and where, I didn't have a clue. The next day was my Wednesday long lunch. I had to at least find out. I felt like if I made a complete ass of myself, at least Mr. G was not likely to say anything about it to anyone. I hardly ate any lunch. I knew I was either going to make a damn fool out of myself, or something. I left the lunch hall early. The hallways were empty, as I made my way to the utility room were Mr. G always hung out. He would likely be eating his lunch about now.

Sure enough, he was there just finishing a sandwich. He heard me coming, and a warm smile came across his face as I entered the small room. I didn't even have a plan, script or anything. In fact I hadn't even thought of an excuse to even be there. I just hadn't thought this through at all.

I sorta nervously stood looking around. The small room was cluttered with cleaning supplies. Two large tanks lined the one wall. Mr. G had a small busted up little couch sitting against the wall by the door. I guess he need a place to sit and cool off after out-side work. Along the opposite wall was a workbench covered with tools and such.

Mr. G. was expecting some sort of request, and I didn't have any. He stood up wiping his mouth with a napkin, and stood square in front of me.

A clear thought would not even form in my head. I couldn't have even strung enough words together to form an intelligent sentence. Mr. G. was looking at me kind of funny, and the smile was drifting from his face.

"Is something wrong?" He finally asked. "I missed you," I said. It just sorta popped right out of my mouth.

I could feel a tear forming on the edge of my eye as I just stood there. I blinked several times trying to avoid having it run down my cheek. It didn't work. The tear started trailing down my cheek. Mr. G. was still holding his napkin, and gently reached for my face to wipe away the tear. As his hand neared my face, my hand moved all on its own. I caught him by his forearm, and I wouldn't let go. I remember just standing there looking into his dark eyes hoping for some sort of connection. I didn't care if it was only friendship, lust, or something in between. I just wanted to know if there was anything he felt for me.

I can't really tell you exactly who moved first, he or I, but the next thing I knew I had my lips pressed up against his. His arms enveloped me and practically lifted me off the floor. Somehow my hand found his shirt button, and I couldn't believe I was actually tugging at it. Just then his hand came up and caught mine. Our mouths were still glued together, and I could feel the heat from his body through his clothing.

Both of his hands cradled my face. As he pressed against me, I felt my body being pushed across the floor. I moved backwards just a little before coming up against the back of the door. As he flattened me out, I felt "it." At first I thought it was his arm, and then I realized he was still cupping my face. My God, it was his cock. It was pressing against my stomach. I couldn't believe the thing could really be that damn big.

In my dreams of having sex with a full grown man, it had never occurred to me as to the size of him being an issue.

The guys my age were all relatively about the same. Most acted like they were hot shit, and hung like a stud race-horse. All of them overrated themselves. Suddenly Mr. G stopped. He realized that what we were doing was visible to anyone coming this direction. Anyone could just walk in on us.

He released his grip on me and pulled me away from the door, and swung it closed. He turned the lock on the knob. There was a small throw bolt latch on the inside of the door, and he slid it to lock the door from the inside. A wide push-broom was standing by the door and he moved it over to block the light at the bottom crack of the door. I assumed he did this whenever he didn't want anyone to know he was in the tiny shop.