Frigging influenza. It's a total pain in the butt. It's not that I had it but my mother did. She caught it right at the start of the school holidays and I effectively spent my holidays looking after her. It's not that I object to looking after her when she's sick but in a properly organised world she'd have been sick before or after the school holidays, not during.
On top of that she's nearly well again just in time for me to go to school right at the start of the next term. On top of that there was the minor problem of how I was going to get to school, as my mother normally drives me.
"It won't be a problem," I told her. "I'll call Suzanne and catch a lift with her."
"I'd already thought of that and called her mother to arrange it. Unfortunately Suzanne caught the flu last week and won't be going to school for the next week."
I brightened up at that news. With Suzanne out of the running and me having obtained my license as soon as I turned eighteen I had a solution all ready.
"I guess I'll have to borrow your car and drive to school," trying not to sound too happy about it.
My mother just sniggered.
"I have the flu," she pointed out. "Not a sudden loss of all my reasoning faculties. There's no way known you're driving my baby."
My mother had a brand new car, a gift from Dad on her birthday. I'd hinted that I wouldn't mind one, too, and he'd hinted that it depended on my school results at the end of the year. Mother was very possessive of her new car.
"Um, I suppose you could let Dad drive your car and I could take his," I suggested, not really wanting to.
"And just how do you suppose he'll be able to carry all his tools in my sweet baby? Don't worry about it. We've worked out a solution. He'll drop you off at the school on his way to work."
"Fine," I grumbled, "but that'll probably make him a bit late for his work."
"Not really. It'll just make you early to school. You can use the extra time to visit the library and do some studying."
Make me early, she says? It would make me somewhere between one and two hours early. All the fault of that damned flu.
"If I'm feeling well enough I'll pick you up after school. If I'm not, you'll have to wait until your father returned from work. I'll text you to let you know which way it goes."
Hopefully this meant that all my bad luck was taking place at the start of the term and there'd be nothing but good luck for the rest of it.
I finished up arriving at school an hour and a half early. There were a couple of cars in the car park but as far as I could see there was no-one around. Still, the school doors were unlocked so I went in and stuffed my things in my locker and then wondered what the hell I could do for the next hour or so. It seemed that this was one time when my mother was spot-on with her suggestion and I headed towards the library, wondering if it would be open this early.
I was quite surprised to find that it was. The door was open and the lights were on, so I wandered in. I'd find a free cubicle (probably all of them were available) and revise my English. Heading towards the rear of the library I could hear voices so someone was already here.
I reached the end of the book stacks and froze on the spot, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Even after I worked out what I was seeing I didn't really believe it. I shook my head, trying to clear it, wondering what I should do.
My problem was that the people already in the library were Brad, Steve, and Debbie. Like me they were seniors, all eighteen, with Debbie actually in most of my classes. I suppose that the three of them weren't the problem but what they were doing was. Debbie was bent forward over a desk with Brad holding onto her wrists, pinning her there. The swearing that she was doing was indicative to me that she was in that position somewhat reluctantly. My guess was that part of that reluctance was due to the fact that her tunic was hoicked up around her waist while her panties were currently decorating one ankle.
Steve was standing behind her, taking full advantage of the disarrangement of her clothing, his hand rubbing her pussy quite energetically. Just touching her up wasn't all that he had planned, either, as his trousers had been dropped and his erection was standing forth, ready to play.
It seemed to me that if I yelled then that would give one of the boys time to catch me which meant that I wouldn't be able to fetch help and Debbie would be making close and personal contact with Steve's erection. Ditto if I didn't yell. They wouldn't know I was there and the cock-work would proceed as planned. It seemed that it boiled down to two choices. I could back away quietly and then make a loud fuss when I was out of the boys' immediate reach, which would probably curtail their activities. Alternatively, I could stay very quietly where I was and observe how Debbie handled Steve's cock. (Okay, so I was curious. Sue me.) The trouble with that was that Debbie would finish up being raped.
A quick battle between curiosity and conscience resulted in conscience winning and I started backing quietly away, intending to scream loudly when I neared the door. Hopefully I'd be in time to let Debbie escape without being fucked. I turned and headed towards the door, taking a big breath as I went so I could let out a loud scream at a safe distance.
I promptly let the big breath out again as I crashed into a brick wall behind where I'd been standing. At least, that's what it felt like. I bounced off it with a yelp, staggering back a little.
Coach was there, looking at me with amusement. He caught hold of my arm and turned me to face the little scenario, urging me forward. I didn't mind intruding now as I had some pretty substantial backup. A quick glance showed that Steve hadn't yet introduced his cock to Debbie, and it was now too late for him to do so.
"Brad, Steve," said Coach, nodding at the boys who were looking back at him in shock.
Caught, you bastards, I thought smugly.
"Found little Cindy here watching you. I thought she was going to go all voyeur and just watch you have your fun but apparently she has a moral streak that prevailed. She was about to run for help when she barged into me and I decided to see if I could prevail upon her to forget her morals and enjoy the scenery."
