* Early Saturday Morning,
Cloudy Day with Scattered Rainshowers + Thunderstorms:
I, Nishida, eighteen going on nineteen years of age, am totally shaking and shivering because I was still garbed in my wet (and nearly see-through) school uniform; stood in front of Browning International Academy, my alma mater since first grade, where I am now at my Senior Year in High School.
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My older brother, Keichiro, six years my Senior, who also happened to be the perpetrator of the tragic incident that befell our small cottage (which is now officially ashes and cinders as of this moment, burned to the ground!), hastily dropped me back off here at Browning, where he picked me up just hours ago (I had to stay overnight at the campus because some of my group mates decided to finish our project before the upcoming Spring Break.
By the time we reached our li'l cottage, it was already swamped with flames, with the town firefighters battling a losing war against the fiery blaze. Even with the initiative and presence of mind of our next-door neighbors, nothing from our house was saved, all that remained were still-lit embers that represented all the memories that were destroyed because of my older brother's carelessness and recklessness.
Thankfully, all of my school-related things, even an extra set of formal + two PE uniforms, were at my locker over at Browning; and for the fact that the house was properly-insured, and my brother and I were granted, left behind and given (through instructions to our family solicitors) by our deceased parents (may their souls rest in peace) a sizable legacy in different denominations: cold, hard cash, stocks and bonds, and another property at the outskirts of town. (Keichiro also has his own bachelor loft at the city, since he was working already)
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Now, as Keichiro sped away enroute to the police and fire stations, as well as the insurance company at the city; I made my way towards Browning, which is situated in a huge chunk of land with a concrete perimeter, on foot, crossing my fingers that Uncle Jonin, the ancient school custodian, whom I am close friends, since third grade, with; was already awake, and would let me go inside.
My prayers were answered; Uncle Jonin was actually waiting for me at the main gates. I bowed respectfully in greeting, and told him the bad news. He made moans and clucks of sympathy, and immediately ushered me inside the campus.
Then, he bade farewell, since he had to go out to the greengrocers and the supermarket to replenish his cupboard's stock for the week. I assured him I'll be fine inside the main building, and since he trusted me not to intentionally destroy or ruin, unlike some of my peers, anything of value, he left without single glance back, or entertaining any doubts at all!
Once inside the main building, I went directly to my locker, and happily got hold of my cheerleading uniform (even for a gloomy day, it was hot and humid - or, maybe it was the fire's effect on me...), until I discovered I had no extra set of underwear at hand!
I dialed Uncle Jonin's number at my N93, and was elated to hear it ring. He answered after two rings, and I told him of my dilemma. He then promised to buy me some in medium size, but he warned me he'll only be back by late afternoon.
I laughed heartily, "Since I'm alone here, Uncle Jonin, maybe I'll go commando for a while..." Uncle Jonin laughed boisterously in return, and after a few minutes, I hung up, and my way to the old prefects' (sounds too Harry Potter-ish, huh?) bathroom at the uppermost floor of the main building, so I can take a bath, and refresh myself.
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At the prefects' bathroom, after locking the door, I quickly shed my wet clothes: wet uniform, wet socks, wet bra, wet panties - wet everything! I towel-dried myself first, and rested for a while, seated on the gleaming clean bathroom floor, naked!
The prefects' bathroom was circular in shape, and was definitely bigger in size (than the more modern ones here at Browning), and fully surrounded by clear, nondescript mirrors. Looking around, a blunt, broken tile by the first sink caught my eye. I stood up to touch it, and when I did, my world literally turned!
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DARKNESS.
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Seconds, or minutes, or hours later, I woke up from my fainting spell, and soon discovered that the entire bathroom has turned into a giant tub with an ornate showerhead!
"What the-!" I cried out, shaking the cobwebs off my mind.
Then, a sweet-smelling odor, like a mixture of ylang-ylang, jasmine and vanilla, permeated through the air, making me feel light and giddy. Then, I noticed the tub was filling itself with water, and soon enough, I was floating!
As I floated on the water, I felt something brush by my delicate part at the south of the border - then again, and again, and again - until whatever it was finally found the confidence it needed, and was audaciously touching, caressing me down there - and, whatever or whoever it was, it remained unseen. I moaned in ecstasy as the unseen force found my delicate part's burgeoning bud, and focused all its energies on tickling and massaging it. I cooed, oohed and ahhed, until the throes of my first ever orgasm overwhelmed and engulfed me. I was out of breath afterwards, and soon thereafter, the unseen force left without making itself known to me.
My entire body felt tingly. I was flushed, and I wanted it to pleasure me again.
'Great. Whatever that thing was, it was slowly but surely turning me into a nymphomaniac!'
