Alone Time in the Janitor's Cupboard

Cheryl took Meryl by the hand and led her up the hallway, her grip firm and unyielding. "Cheryl...where...ow! Where are we going?"Cheryl flashed her a grin. "Somewhere a little more...private, Baby Doll." She kept leading her forward, even as Meryl started to drag her feet a little, feeling more than a little trepidation at that sudden look on Cheryl's face, combined with her own vulnerability and lack of undergarments.

Cheryl led Meryl round a corner and along another bit of hallway, until they came to a small door set into the wall. She jiggled the handle and, satisfied as it went down and the door swung open, Cheryl pulled Meryl inside, then followed her in and closed it behind them both. Mer found herself up against a wall in a very cramped space, what looked like a Janitor's cupboard, a small shelf full of cleaning supplies on the back wall next to them, and a mop leaning up against the same wall. Meryl's back was to the left wall, and she eyed the door with mounting desperation as Cheryl stood before her, wearing a curious expression. "So, hey." She said, coming in a little closer. Meryl tried to create more distance by flattening herself against the wall, but there was no such distance to create. "Back there," Cheryl continued. "That was...I mean, that was something, Baby Doll. I've never seen anything like it, not from you, not outside of...well, my wildest dreams." She giggled. "Cheryl?" Meryl squeaked again, as the busty blonde put a hand up against the wall, right next to Meryl's head, and leant in close, her impressive chest coming uncomfortably close to Meryl's face. "I won't lie, I found it kinda hot —actually a lot hot. I mean, that heinie of yours grinding into his face, and that look on yours? It was so...so cute," She batted her eyelashes, "You know, Baby Doll," She purred. "I've always found you kinda...cute, and not in the, uh, platonic way."

She reached up with her free hand and started twisting a lock of Meryl's hair round her finger. Meryl didn't know why, but she felt compelled to place her closed fists in front of her own skirt. Cheryl was so close, her glossy lips almost within touching distance of her own. She tried to keep her eyes focused on Cheryl's but her friend's enormous rack was taking up a significant amount of visual real estate in the enclosed space as it came awfully close to rubbing against her own bra, exposed by the burning of her shirt back in Science. "I—I always wondered...what you were like, under all the achievements and the," She moved her head forward and touched Meryl lightly on the nose with her lips. "Inhibitions." Meryl tried to respond, to steer the conversation away from wherever this was going. "Cheryl, I really think I should—Heuckh!" Her sentence degenerated into an incoherent burble as she felt Cheryl put a hand on her knee, the fingers tracing a little circle on it. "Cheryl? W—what's this about? W—why have you brought me here?" Cheryl rolled her eyes and came ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, closer. "I think you know," She murmured. "I think you've always known, deep down. You're just so innocent, so...perfect." Cheryl slid her hand up a little, between her thighs, wedging it there in the small gap Meryl's clenching of them had created. Meryl could feel her face burning, she tried to turn away from Cheryl's lips but they were so plump, and so present... "What's the matter, Baby Doll? Are you...scared of me?" Meryl nodded slowly, and shivered as Cheryl's tongue came out from between her lips and touched her nose, running slowly up and down on the spot, leaving a gooey trail of saliva in its wake. "C—cheryl!" Meryl said, hotly. "C—cut it out! Please!" Cheryl's smile became a little wider, "You're even cute when you're trying to be mad!" Cheryl moved her hand up ever so slightly, toward the spot where Meryl's undefended pussy was currently alive with heat and moisture. Meryl looked desperately around for some opening or means of escape, but the cupboard was so terribly small. "Very...tight...tight...space," Meryl gasped. "Yeah, it is. Why don't you spread 'em a little, make it wider?" Meryl let out another squeak. She had meant the cupboard they were both in, but Cheryl had thought she meant...

She almost wanted to let herself go and start sliding down the wall to rest on the floor, but she realised just in time that doing so would guide her nether regions directly into Cheryl's grasp, and so despite her knees shaking, she held herself up, trying to steady her breathing and calm herself in the face of Cheryl's onslaught. "Cheryl, I—I really don't know if we should be in here, what if the janit—Hoh!" She was cut off again by Cheryl sliding her hand up as far as it could go, her fingers now running tenderly, so very tenderly against Meryl's naked vulva. "You're blushing," Cheryl commented, shifting her head slightly to plant a little kiss on one of Meryl's blazing cheeks. "And you're wet, too. That can only mean one thing." Meryl wanted so badly to get out, that was something she was absolutely sure of, and yet here her body was again, betraying her. "You're into it," She punctuated this by momentarily sliding her hand up past Meryl's genitals and onto her arse, gently squeezing one of her soft, soft cheeks. Meryl couldn't believe it, was she really being felt up by one of her friends? Was she seriously blushing as that very friend stood uncomfortably close and planted kisses on her face while exploring her more intimate places with her fingers? "Cheryl, please, can we—" Cheryl silenced her with a finger on her lips, then put a hand in her pocket and withdrew the purple g-string, compacted now into a little ball. "I think we should just..." She raised the panties up to Meryl's mouth. "Open wide," She commanded, but Meryl shook her head. Cheryl rolled her eyes and drew the hand that had cupped her bum a little to the right, sliding it neatly into her crack and teasing the cheeks apart, using her finger as a kind of lever. Meryl was confused as to what she was doing, and then Cheryl slipped a finger up her bum. Meryl felt a jolt of surprise, coupled with something more...inappropriate, and her mouth fell open in shock, which Cheryl used as an opening to stuff the panties in, pushing on the bottom of her jaw to make her close it. Meryl thought about spitting them back out, but something about the way Cheryl was looking at her told her that would be unwise.

She could still feel Cheryl's finger a little ways up her butt, and she stood awkwardly on her tiptoes in a futile attempt to prevent it from going in any further. Meryl was scandalised, up until now she'd had no interest in hanky panky whatsoever, even as the rest of the students at Hartwell screwed like rabbits. Her normal virginity was perfectly intact, and so was its anal counterpart. She'd never even considered going...up there, not by herself and certainly not letting anyone else. She had to salvage this somehow, preserve her dignity even as this day was chewing it up before her. She thought to appeal to whatever remained of Cheryl's sense of logic, tried to summon some appeal to her good judgement, but she could only think of one thing: "Chairwryl yew cwrnt't...I...I phuup fwrm dewre!" She exclaimed in a voice muffled by her own ill-fitting underwear. "I know," Cheryl replied. "It's naughty, isn't it? But I can't help myself...I just...to tell you the truth, I love bums. I love the feel of a nice cheek in my hand, I love the way they look when you bend over, and—and I love the taboo." She eyed Meryl guiltily. "Things going places they shouldn't, virgins feeling stuff go...up there. It's just...it's such a turn-on, Meryl. You have no idea." Meryl jumped as she felt Cheryl's finger twist in place a little inside her back passage, little spasms occurring in around that area as Cheryl played with her delicate pink butthole. "Cheryl," She whispered, voice wavering and cracking. "I—I've never...you cwrn't go thwew...ith not, I'm..."

"Saving yourself?" Cheryl smiled, leant in close and nibbled seductively on one of Meryl's ears, while her finger slid further into Meryl's anus, almost up to the first knuckle. "For who? Baby Doll? For who?" Meryl whimpered as another spasm pulshed outwards, she could feel a sharp wetness running down her legs as her pussy leaked with reckless abandon. This response...her body was out of control, it wasn't as if she liked this, as if she could ever like something like this! "M—mwy bwrut!" She mumbled. "Yeah, your butt, and what a butt it is!" Cheryl twisted her finger again, and Meryl's knees turned inwards, her socks starting to become stained with her own juices as they ran fully down her legs. "Ohhhh...ohhh nwwoo," Meryl groaned as little drops of her own cum started spattering onto the floor beneath her, like the first halting drops of rainfall in an April shower. Meryl still had enough presence of mind to try and put a stop to this, moving her own hands around under her skirt to where Cheryl was engaging in her little bit of arseplay, and trying to tug at her horny friend's wrist to extract the finger from her hole. Cheryl wouldn't budge, in fact, in response, she gave Meryl a devilish grin and simply went in even further. Meryl's eyes bugged out, and her head jerked up. She looked directly into the small, free-hanging lightbulb above them, her face flushed more intensely than it had ever been before. She could hear Cheryl starting to moan herself, getting well and truly into all this. Meryl's gaze flicked back down toward her, her legs trembling and her socks positively soaked. Cheryl was closing her eyes, shuddering deeply as the intense probing of Meryl's anus began to display its full effects on their uncontrollably randy practitioner.

Cheryl bit her lip and put a hand down her own skirt and into her knickers as she worked the cavity between Meryl's cheeks with her other. Meryl could see her losing focus, losing herself to the intense sexual rhythm of the scenario. Meryl was almost in the same boat herself, the sensation of that naughty little finger in that equally naughty place slowly driving her senseless. She needed to get out of here before...before something worse happened. Meryl studied Cheryl carefully as the blonde started gyrating her hips in time with her own masturbation efforts, and, when she was satisfied that her friend was all but lost in her own little sexual fantasy, she tugged hard on the offending wrist again, exhaling sharply as the finger was drawn unceremoniously from her butthole. Meryl tried to suppress the urge to double over and try to let her quivering little anus recover from what it had just been subjected to, but she knew there was no time. Cheryl's eyes flew open in surprise at the sudden disengagement of her finger from Meryl, and opened her mouth to object as Meryl spat the panties out in her face and pushed her away, where she landed harshly against the opposite wall. Meryl rushed to the door handle before Cheryl could stop her, wrenching it open and staggering back out into the hall, gathering her skirt up under her and holding the bundle of fabric in place to stem the flow of her cum. "Baby Doll! Wait!" Cheryl cried, "I—I love you!" To that, Meryl had no response, so she simply went on, casting only the most furtive of glances over her shoulder at the tall blonde behind her.