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BOOM!!!
"Sheesh!" Mikaela thought to herself, reacting to the loud thunder. "Thunderstorms were forecasted today but I didn't think it would be this bad..."
Mikaela is 18 years old and at the end of her senior year of high school. She's extremely attractive, and she knows it too. She has naturally large, perky boobs and a perfect round ass, along with curly brown hair and silky smooth skin, now tan after her first beach trip of the year. She also exercises regularly, keeping herself in shape. She always received lots of attention from the boys at her school, and even though some of the girls resented her, she was still one of the most popular students.
A bright flash of lightning came through the window, causing Mikaela to slightly flinch. Quiet chatter began to fill the classroom. Thunderstorms during May in Florida were pretty common, but this one seemed much worse than usual. People were getting worried.
"Come on everyone, stay focused!" barked Mrs. Jones. She was the kind of teacher that everyone hated. Strict, by the book, and didn't really care much about her students, only that they did what she said.
"Ugh, shut up." Thought Mikaela. "The year's almost over, can't you be cool for once?"
Mikaela had been counting down the days until graduation for some time now. She was ready to be done with high school and had already pretty much mentally checked out at this point. College was right around the corner. She did, however want to go out with somewhat of a bang. Even though she's the hottest girl at her school, she dressed pretty conservatively, rarely showing off her perfect body. This was mostly because her parents wouldn't let her, but they had gone on a trip for the weekend and wouldn't be getting home until Monday night. She only had a few days of high school left so she thought fuck it, I'll sex it up today (she preferred to term it that way as opposed to 'whore it up'). She wore a tight dress that showed off her curves like never before. The dress also had a half-zip in the front, which was zipped down enough to show off some cleavage. She wanted to try to get more male attention than she was already getting, and she caught many glances (and some shameless stares) from guys in the hallways. As she was sitting in class, however, she caught herself looking across the room at Jason.
Jason was one of the guys she was trying to get the attention of. He was on the football team, and was one of the best players. He's tall, muscular, and very handsome. She also found it attractive that he didn't just go after every hot girl like most jocks would, and she had spent the whole class trying to figure out how she would get him to approach her. "Maybe if I..."
Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of hail pelting the building. Looks of concern were on many students' faces. Hail is really rare, this is getting pretty serious. Then the principals' voice came over the loudspeaker. "Attention, extreme weather protocol is now in effect."
The first protocol was to get as far away from the windows as possible. Mikaela's classroom has one of the biggest storage closets in the entire school. It would never fit the entire class, but only 13 students had come to class today (most were probably skipping). They could all fit, even if it was a tight squeeze.
"OK everyone, into the storage closet." Mrs. Jones said.
"You've gotta be kidding me..." Mikaela thought. Being so close to all these people sounded like a nightmare. She then thought about being smushed in a room next to Jason. Now that sounded like a good time! She could feel herself getting excited just imagining feeling his muscular body close to her.
Jason was on the opposite side of the classroom that she was on, so she tried to cut across so she could enter the closet right behind him, but as she worked her way to that side, she had to pass by Mrs. Jones. "Where are you going? We're going this way!" She said, as she guided Mikaela back the other way. Un-fucking-believable! Jason ended up on the left side of the closet and Mikaela ended up on the opposite side. "Well, so much for that idea..." she thought to herself. Everyone finally finished fitting into the small room, and there was enough room for everyone to stand, but hardly enough to move around. Mikaela ended up with her back against the back corner of the closet, and Sarah was standing directly in front of her, facing her.
Sarah is almost a complete opposite of Mikaela. She's very quiet and shy, doesn't have many friends, and isn't good-looking at all. She has small boobs and a flat ass, thin, dirty blonde hair, pasty white skin, and some acne on her face for good measure. She also doesn't have the greatest personal hygiene, as her teeth have a yellow tint, and she smells a little funny. The t-shirt and jeans she wears to school every day shows that she doesn't have much of a fashion sense either.
Once everyone was settled, some small conversation broke out between the students, replacing the awkward silence. Mikaela is actually somewhat sympathetic of Sarah. She never joined the other popular girls who would harass her and call her a loser, but she had no such sympathy today. She's already annoyed by the fact that she's separated from Jason, and now Sarah had essentially created a wall between her and her friends. She certainly wasn't going to talk much with Sarah, as she stood there silently, nervously looking towards the ground. Mikaela let out a sigh of boredom, and leaned against the wall, hoping the storm ends soon. Suddenly, the lights turned off. The power had gone out.
The emergency lights had turned on in the classroom, but the closet was pitch black. A few students cried out screams of terror, which were obviously fake. "Everyone, calm down!" said Mrs. Jones. "Just stay put and stay calm and you will be fine." Someone suggested getting a flashlight from the teacher's desk, but Mrs. Jones insisted that they had to stay away from the windows no matter what. No one could use their phone flashlights either, as Mrs. Jones had her students keep their phones at the front of the class as her way of taking attendance (she'd do anything to keep students off their phones). The only source of light was from the crack underneath the closet door. You could barely see the person next to you, if at all.
It had been about 10 minutes since the power went out. Chatter had resumed once everyone had used their voices to figure out where everyone else was, but they were getting restless. No power meant no air conditioner, and the heat was building up. Florida heat in May was hot enough, but it was that much worse with 14 people crammed into a small room. People were drenched in sweat at this point. Mikaela was doing anything she could to try to cool off, when she suddenly felt a different kind of heat. It was Sarah's body heat, as she had taken a few small steps forward and was now only a few inches from Mikaela's body, with her hands resting on her hips.
Mikaela thought she must have gotten disoriented in the dark and lost track of where she was. She removed Sarah's hands and expected her to immediately step back and mutter an awkward apology. But she didn't. A few seconds later, her hands were right back on Mikaela's hips, this time one of her hands slowly moving up and down her side.
