-This is completely fictional, all names and such are completely made-up.-
I am Kevin Gonzalez , a humble but proud janitor at Colmillo College for at least 3 years. It has grown from a small humble college to one where several of the richest parents in town would send their sons and daughters to attend. I never had a chance to study there myself, but was content making ends meet with what I earned there. After all, no one could keep the place cleaner and in tip-top working condition better than I can. Soon with the earnings combined with those of my long-time girlfriend Delia , we'll make enough to move in together and make it easier on ourselves.
I'm an average guy, of Mexican descent, just hit 30, about 5'7, short dark hair and an average composition. My girlfriend Delia is 5'6, also Hispanic, rather slender with flowing long dark hair, going past her shoulders. She usually dressed in red, loose outfits, mostly reserving the more form-fitting attire when we were alone. She was a C-cup, nice perky and firm, and she had a cute round ass for one so slender. Even at 27 she was still a virgin, and I respected her decision to remain so. But this weekend was finally going to the night we decided it was time to take that step. Even after 6 years, I was still very attracted to her... the thought of finally being to take her body and make her completely mine still made me throbbing hard.
Now, working at the college there were lots of lovely co-eds wandering around worth a second look. I was strictly a one-woman man, and would never do wrong to Delia , but the eyes could still wander. Most of the girls in their senior year were already sexually active and the rumors would fill the halls with who slept with who and how good or bad it was. I couldn't help but fantasize that I was the one popping their cherries rather then the jocks on the football teams. Several of them caught my eye, but there were three I lusted the most for, since I would run into them the most frequently as I made my rounds.
The first was Tabitha , a cute blonde that, from what I heard, just celebrated her 18th birthday 2 months back. She was around my height, her golden locks reaching her shoulders, small tempting B-cup breasts, and nice hips. She had adorable blue eyes, and a lovely smile on her slightly roundish face. I could tell she had a nice ass, though she would usually wear her shirts long enough to cover it. It just made it that much more tempting whenever she did wear something that made it easier to appreciate her round little ass. She was mostly perky and upbeat, and occasionally she would greet me, or come to me directly when she needed help stuffing all her books and junk in her locker.
Next was Sarah , probably Tabitha 's complete opposite. While Tabitha was sweet, and probably pure-hearted, Sarah was a lustful little minx. At 19 she could already boast about having sex with most of the jocks and other attractive guys at the school. Rumors floated around that even a professor or two has sampled her sweet pussy. Also around my height, Sarah dressed mostly in black or purple clothes, sporting short bushy dark hair and was thick in body. Maybe a tad on the chubby side, but still had a smokin body. I'd have to say she had bigger plumper tits than Delia , and wider hips with a nice big round ass to boot. I don't think she was all out goth or emo, but she was usually dressed in dark colors, and would occasionally dye her hair red or purple. Even I wasn't safe from her occasional flirting. While I turned her down and reminded her I very well might be her father's age, she usually hinted she'd show me a better time than Delia ever could.
And finally there was a woman that wasn't a student at all, but recently graduated. She was none other than Michelle Colmillo , the daughter of the grandson of the original Owner and Founder of the college, as well as the Principal. At 22, she took in her passion for teaching by returning to her college to tutor some of the co-eds there. She was recently Tabitha 's tutor in her Advanced Physics class. At 5'8, she was tall and slender, usually wearing heels to make her even taller, her dark hair flowing almost to her waist. She was a C-cup, bigger than Delia 's though, and had a nice little ass, matching her long slender though shapely legs. Refine and a tad snobby, she would turn down many a guy during her college days for not meeting her standards. Her beauty would attract several guys that were just out for a quick fuck, leaving Sarah to snatch them up upon her refusal. She was loved as a teacher for her patience and easy-going personality, and rumor has it she was still very much a virgin since none of her past boyfriends ever wanted to wait long enough for marriage to seal the deal.
Of them all, Michelle probably caught my eye the most. I was there to admire her delicious perfect body since she a Junior, and was there to clean up the halls after her graduation. The fact she returned to teach at my college was a delightful surprise since it gave me more chances to check her out. We rarely exchanged words, maybe an occasional 'good afternoon' or so, but after a while I knew she at least knew my name. What I never knew, or rather, what noone that's ever known her ever knew... was that she was hiding a bit of a darker side. Underneathe her virginal churchgirl facade lied a more selfish and manipulative personality, and I was soon to be the first to find that out.
It was Friday evening, around 6, and I was doing my last rounds of the day. I was in my usual blue worksuit, the sounds of my black shoes echoing in the empty halls. I made sure all the floors were mopped, all the classrooms I was assigned to were organized and cleaned up, and I even had time to fix the leak on the 3rd floor women's bathroom. As far as I knew, the only people left in the building were the tutors and the occasional bookworm in the library or the Role-Playing addicts in the computer lab. As I passed by the Physics class, I heard someone call out for my name. Sure enough, Michelle was peeking out of the doorway and calling for me, "Hurry up Kevin . We got a problem here."
"Really, what is it?" I said as I headed her way.
" Tabitha spilled soda all over the floor. Come help us clean it up."
I nodded and was about to grab my mop, but she stopped me. "No no, you don't need that, just come in."
"Well geez, I'm gonna need my mop, what else am I gonna clean it up with?" I said as I followed her into the room. As soon as I stepped in Michelle was quick to close the door behind me. I could have sworn I heard her lock it as well, but my attention was focused on Tabitha and this other girl sitting in desks in front of me. Tabitha was wearing a tight blue shirt slightly hidden under a darker blue vest and some black jeans. The girl sitting next to her was a tad shorter and very thin wearing a black shirt and grey slacks. Her black hair was shoulder length and considering how slim she was, she did have a nice rack on her. They both just looked me, rather quiet. Tabitha gave me a shy smile, while this other girl just stared at me. Both of them were blushing. Michelle herself was dressed with a classy blue long-sleeve blouse with a matching dress and heels.
Another thing I noticed was that the girls didn't have any books with them. There weren't any papers or pencils or anything at all on their desks. There was no sign of food or drink, and there sure wasn't any spill to clean up. "Um... what's going on Michelle? Where's the biiiiig spill?"
Suddenly, something that I never thought would happen, happened. Michelle came from behind me and started to rub my shoulders, "We didn't call you here for that... Just relax... My, you're so tense... Bet you had a long day at work..."
"Um... Michelle ... what are you...?" Suddenly I would feel her lips pressed upon mine. The shock and disbelief of this, who I was thought was so wholesome and pure suddenly kissing me like that just froze me. Even if it was for a few seconds it felt like something I'd remember for the rest of my life.
Sense came back to me as I broke the kiss and pushed her back, " Michelle! What the fu--... what the hell?" I could never bring myself to swear in her prescence. Hell probably wasn't much better than fuck, but I wasn't thinking straight at the moment. She smiled at me and gave me this lustful look, which I never thought I'd ever see on her face.
"I'm tired of this Kevin ... of being proper all the time.. of being the woman my father always wanted me to be..."
Tabitha whispered to her friend, "I can't believe she's calling Mr. Gonzalez by name.."
Michelle corrected her, "School is out Taby . We're all equals here. Just call him Kevin . How do you expect him to fuck you if you call him 'Mr.Gonzalez' all the time? How lame is that?"
