"I shouldn't be doing this."
The thought kept bouncing around 18 year old high school senior Erin's head.
She knew she should stop thinking about him. It didn't make any sense at all. He was many levels beneath the type of guy she "should" want to be with.
She was arguably the prettiest girl in school. As the captain of the cheerleading squad, she was front and center at Park Prairie High School events.
Her radiant smile, long and thick brunette hair that danced all the way down her back, ample natural cleavage and ass were always a center of attention in the school's red, white and blue cheerleading outfits.
She should have wanted to continue dating her high school boyfriend. The one who took her virginity. But there was something so incredibly cliche about what they did after their junior year dance.
The pressure of not only being beautiful but also maintaining a high GPA for her demanding parents was also a factor in her liking someone she wasn't supposed to.
The plans made for her: to be beautiful, go to college, marry a successful young man, carry a career, and be at the top of whatever social structure she interacted with dragged on Erin.
She had grown to hate the pressure and feeling of her own elitism. Granted, it was high school but everyone in the school wanted to be around her. She set fashion trends and while she was nice to pretty much everyone there was still a requirement to be mean at times to those viewed as lesser than the ruling class of the school.
She contemplated all of the options in her head and she knew that involving herself with the guy she shouldn't like was a bad option on paper for a long list of reasons.
If it got out that she liked him...her life in high school would be ruined.
Her parents would disown her.
Her friends would absolve themselves from her.
Her social credibility would be zero.
Yet losing everything felt more freeing than anything.
That's what she loved about him.
How he took the overt scorn and disdain from students.
How he knew teachers and staff looked down on him and yet still did his work.
How his real world sensibility and sense of humor popped through what should have been a sad existence by other's standards.
The anxiousness she felt when she saw him in the last month was extreme. Her heart would skip a beat. She wore cute outfits even more often. She took a different route to her classes to walk by him. She made sure her hair was perfect everyday.
It was stupid but she couldn't help it.
She was in love with the school janitor.
Harvey, as his name tag on his uniform body proclaimed in red cursive writing, was the object of Erin's attention.
He was the personification of a school janitor. The 45 year old stood at just over six feet tall, had some thinning up top mixed in with some flecks of grey in his light brown hair. The dark brown eyes and wry smile he seemed to wear as a badge of honor were only matched with his wit and charm. He had a barrel chest upper body from years of working on plumbing problems, maintenance issues, and physical labor at the school.
The thing that did it for her though was how he seemed to never mind the silliness of the high school culture.
His janitorial office was located underneath the cafeteria, in the bowels of the basement of the school. The area was set apart from where any students bothered to go. The poorly lit hallway filled with random odds and ends from projects all over the school grounds were a seeming barrier he had erected to keep students and faculty out.
The office, and everything about it, was almost a magnet for her. She had asked around as conspicuously as possible and the answer was always generally the same that Harvey was a guy left best on his own to do whatever it was that a janitor was asked to do.
She had overheard a conversation between Harvey and a teacher a couple of days earlier where the teacher wished him a happy early birthday for the upcoming Friday. He thanked the teacher for the birthday wish and went on his way to his next task.
Erin filed away the date and spent the next couple of days thinking about what she was willing to do.
She had thought about Harvey a lot as her crush blossomed throughout the school year.
She had little pregnancy concern as she had been on the pill since she had been with her ex-boyfriend.
The high stakes gamble of just exploring what it would be like to take her high status place in high school and toss it at the feet of the arguably the least regarded man in the building was a desire that was too strong for her to overcome.
She knew the risks. That made it more fun.
She got up extra early on that Friday morning to make sure her dark brown, naturally curly hair had extra attention. She had gone to the store to buy pink lingerie for the day. The lacy bra and panties she wore hugged her body tightly.
The school dress code was always an annoyance but one she enjoyed maneuvering around. Up until that day, it was the closest she had ever gotten to rule breaking in her pristinely planned and executed life.
She picked her favorite school appropriate cream colored turtleneck. The sweater had thick material and was almost one size too small. While it did cover her entire chest, her natural D cup breasts were on prominent display with the push up bra she had on underneath.
Added was her favorite black pleated skirt.
The skirt ended just below the knee.
To be in compliance with school dress code rules, she wore black tights underneath the flirty skirt.
Two inch wedge heels completed the flirty ensemble.
She knew her plan. It was relatively simple but still felt dangerous.
Erin had acquired a birthday card. In it, she wrote the words, "I will be your birthday gift. Leave your door unlocked if you want to unwrap me in your office after school today. I will be waiting for you. Xoxo."
She kissed the card instead of writing her signature. Her soft pink lips gave a teasing hint as to who would be waiting for him.
She arrived early to school that day and calmly walked downstairs to the quiet hallway where Harvey's office was located.
She double checked to make sure no one was paying attention to where she was going. The dark corner of the school didn't even have any security cameras mounted as no one bothered to go there other than the janitor she had a massive crush on.
She nervously stepped into the janitor hallway and saw the old, heavy wooden door. The small sign on the door read "Janitorial."
Her heart was beating furiously in her chest. She looked under the door and saw there wasn't a light on inside. She very gently touched the door handle and tugged on it very slightly to find that the door was locked. She breathed a sigh of relief.
She removed the sealed envelope from her bag and stared at her gold glitter handwritten "Harvey."
She closed her eyes for a moment and resolved to go for it. Quickly, she slid the card under the door and scurried away from the door and hallway to go back upstairs into the general student population.
The next few hours were agony for Erin. She went back and forth on whether or not she would actually go through with it. She wanted to but the risk felt massive. What if someone saw her? What would she say? What if he didn't show up?
In between her classes, she scurried through the hallways to her next classroom. She didn't want to see him in the hallways in the worry that she would convince herself to not go down and offer herself to him.
She resolved as her last class before her lunch period at noon was to arrive that she simply needed to find out if all of the pressure she felt from her life could potentially be unwound by doing something that was so against the norm. The butterflies in her stomach were the kind of nerves she wanted to feel.
She had decided to go through with it.
The bell ending the period before noon rang and every student hurried themselves out of their classrooms.
