Seducing The School Janitor

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My name is Kayla. This all happened when I was a senior in high school. I had just celebrated my eighteenth birthday a couple of months before, and I had three goals in my life back then. The first was to get out of the house and be on my own, the second was to get lined up in a college program, and the third was to lose my virginity, not necessarily in that order.I was still living at home with my mom and her new live-in boyfriend Doug. He was such a fucking pervert. I just had to get the hell out of there. My mom had put on weight since her divorce from my dad, and she was nearing forty. The only things she had going for her were that she owned her own house, and had a steady job. She met Doug maybe six months earlier, and I think he really just pushed his way into our lives. He was, of course, unemployed, but got disability checks for some supposed injury he suffered a while back, although whatever it was, it never seemed to be a problem for him around us. Doug was one of those cocky types, a real know-it-all. He had greying hair, but secretly dyed it late at night, and then thought no one would notice. He had terrible smoker’s breath. I guess at least I should have been thankful he didn’t chew and spit. Doug really thought he was a real lady-killer too. He was the main reason I had to get out and on my own. He was such a loser, and Mom just didn’t see that yet. I doubted that he really even loved my mom. He just saw a better situation than he had before and horned his way into our lives.Truly, I was not jealous in case that is what you’re thinking because I really wanted Mom to be happy but this guy was no good, and she would eventually find that out. I had already figured it out, but then again, I wasn’t a desperate, overweight, middle-aged woman. When I say Doug was a pervert, I know what I’m talking about. I had gotten up a couple of times late at night and secretly caught him out in our living room on Mom’s computer looking at porn. Mom always went to bed early because she had to get up early for work. This douchebag was laying on our couch playing with his cock while the rest of us had to get up early the next day.The main reason I needed to get out of there was because I knew he was thinking he was going to have a shot at fucking me and I wasn’t just being paranoid either. Doug pretended to act all lovey and such towards Mom, but I would get a weird feeling when she wasn’t around.Look, I know I wasn’t exactly cheer-squad material. I was kind of a skinny kid back then and being the only red-head in the entire fucking school, yeah I stood out some, but I could still make a pair of Levis snap. I had the full-body freckle thing going on and pale skin to boot. I was only really happy with one part of my body and that was my crystal-blue eyes. But my hair was all anyone ever noticed about me, carrot top, red, ginger, oh yeah, I heard it all. Doug got to calling me “burning bush.” I knew what he meant and I threatened to cut him if he ever called me that again.The way Doug undressed me with his eyes was also unsettling. He’d look for some excuse to hug me. He tried to pretend he was just being all warm and fuzzy, but I knew by the way he pressed against me that he was copping a feel. I had turned around several times and caught him staring at my ass. If we were alone together, he would constantly be making some suggestive remarks or telling me some off-color joke. Mom just didn’t see it, but I did. The creepiest part started happening about two months after he had moved in with us. One morning I went to the dirty laundry basket to retrieve an earring from the pocket of a pair of shorts I had worn the day before. I noticed my panties lying in the basket under my shorts, were all wet. I had just taken them off the night before when I showered. When I had thrown them into the laundry basket they were totally dry.  I picked them up and could see the outlines of yellowish stains on them. Lately, I had been noticing the same thing happening to my bras. I had thought it might be the hard water we had in the area, but this was not a water stain. As I lifted the panties to look closer, I could smell the unmistakable scent of a guy’s cum. That fucker Doug was jacking off into my underwear and then washing it off before putting them back in the laundry. Eww, what a scumbag!I knew then for sure that Doug had been fantasizing about fucking me. I wasn’t about to let that happen. I had not said anything about any of this to Mom yet because I didn’t want to be the one to break her heart. I kind of figured it would only be a matter of time Ataşehir Escort before she would catch on to the scumbag and throw him out herself. I really loved my Mom a lot, but since Dad left, Mom never seemed to come across any decent men. I really didn’t feel like there were any men around that a girl like me could look up to either. Guys my age were so immature and they came and went. Any grown men Mom seemed to attract were full of problems, Doug being the worst so far.The one bright spot in my social life revolved around a man I knew at school. During my junior year, I joined a committee to do the decorations and set-up for the dances and other events.  This often required me to get with the school janitor Mr. Garcia to see about ladders and borrow tools and such. Mr. Garcia was really nice to me and we would often chat a little before and after I borrowed something. Our small town was rather hick, and he really stood out being Hispanic and all. He was probably in his late thirties, short, but stocky. He had the most piercing black eyes. He was always smiling and willing to help me anytime I needed something. I found out by talking with him that he was in this country on a work permit. He was hoping one day to send for his wife and two children. Until then, they remained in some little town in Mexico.Most students didn’t pay any attention to him. He was real quiet and polite and kept to himself unless you started the conversation. Mr. Garcia spoke in very broken English, but always a quick smile would come across his face when he spoke to you. He was always so cheery. Each and every day was a wonderful thing to him. Given his situation and separation from his family, I found him to be simply inspiring.I liked seeing Mr. G. and would go out of my way just to greet him in the hallway at least sometime during the day. He was not like the rest of the staff at school. The teachers were all stuck on themselves, and the administration staff was even worse. They were trying to run a strict place, and they kept their distance from the students. Mr. G. wasn’t one of them, and they had little to do with him either.Over the summer between my junior and senior years, I had broken up with my boyfriend.  Boys at that age were so stupid. It wasn’t over the sex or anything like that; he just spent more time with his friends than with me. Besides, he wasn’t going anywhere. He was a local farm boy and would spend his life there. I wanted to get out like most of the girls and experience the rest of the world. I had at least a new boyfriend every year or so since I started dating. Even though I was technically still a virgin, I wasn’t against giving a guy a good time. Small town living doesn’t leave much to do outside of school and sports. I had spent many Fridays and Saturday evenings at the old quarry just outside of town. Everyone went there to swim, party, and make out. No telling how many girls got pregnant there over the years. That is how our small town still survived. The farm boys would get some girl pregnant, and she was stuck. Eventually, they would get married, she would stay and become a farmer’s wife, and the cycle would repeat itself. That was not the life I wanted. But I wasn’t against sucking a guy’s cock. I had more than my share by senior year, but no one was ever going to stick an unprotected cock into me. Condoms were something you would have to go to the next town over to get. Here everyone knew everybody and all their business. There were only a couple of places in town to buy something like that, and you could count on someone telling on you. I figured if the guy wasn’t carrying one, he wasn’t sticking it in me. I wasn’t about to get pregnant by any local kid and end up stuck here all my life.You know, I probably would have lost my virginity with any number of guys had they come prepared. Really, guys what the fuck is the matter with you all?A girlfriend of mine once told me the joke about men being born with two heads, and they only had enough blood to operate one at a time. It’s a true thing. The guys must have all thought it was the girl’s responsibility to protect herself. I guess they figured that it was my job to carry around condoms just in case.Yeah right!Mom would have gone nuts if she had caught me with one. Besides, I figured if a guy wanted me bad enough, he should go get them himself. If not, then he’d have to settle for a blow-job. That’s another thing while I’m at it, can’t guys shut the fuck up about stuff like this?  If I even touched a guy’s wiener, it was all over Ataşehir Escort Bayan the place by the next day. Then I had to put up with all the guy’s loser friends making comments about “when is it their turn?” Really? So, when I broke up with my latest boyfriend Chad, I really wasn’t all that upset. I had a reputation already for at least giving good blow-jobs, and I knew that another guy was just a weekend or two away.Weeks before school would restart I started waking up from some really wild dreams. I had never done that before. I thought it might just be the stress of starting my last year in school. At first, I didn’t remember much of them, but after a while, I began to have the same dreams over and over. This wasn’t willful on my part and I had never even considered it, but I began to realize I was having dreams about Mr. Garcia. At first, I think they were innocent. Some had me back in Mexico living with him and his family then, they started to focus on just him and me. Then, it started to be sexual. I dreamt he was making love to me in a beautiful and secluded place. Tropical at first, then in places I was familiar with. One very vivid dream had me vigorously bouncing against him in an effort to reach my orgasm.  I think I actually had a cum as I slept. I woke so suddenly that I could almost feel him still inside of me. I felt myself, and I was completely wet. This had never happened to me before. It was about this time that I began to actually look forward to getting back to school. I knew it was about seeing Mr. Garcia again. I was tempted and actually did go out to the school to see if he was even still with us. I knew his work permit was only temporary, and I guess I just had to know if he had been hired back on for another year. Under some other excuses, some friends and I cruised out to the school campus.  While the others were scoping out new changes and stuff, I was scanning the place for Mr. Garcia. There was no sign of him around the buildings. The other girls were ready to move on and head back into town. Just as we were leaving the school property near the highway I spotted Mr. G. He was out along the frontage road, mowing grass. The car I was riding in was full of girls, so I knew he probably wouldn’t even see me. He was focused on the path ahead, and steering the mower. As we passed by, my heart skipped a beat. It was really hot outside, and I had never seen Mr. Garcia do this while school was in session.  He had taken his shirt off and was wearing just khaki shorts and a Panama hat. I had to take a hard look to make sure it was really him. His physique was incredible. Even though he wasn’t all that tall, I was shocked to see the ripped stomach muscles and massive chest. His powerful thigh muscles and calves were like those of a young football player. His upper arms and shoulders were huge. Even a couple of the other girls in the car gasped and hooted.  I’m pretty sure they didn’t even recognize who that was. They probably thought he was some nameless worker hired for the summer. None had ever even paid enough attention to Mr. Garcia to recognize him out of his normal work clothes. I was utterly speechless. My emotions caused my skin to flush, My heart rate pounded the whole way back to town.  Needless to say, my dreams then took on an overtly sexual tone. I swore the intensity of my dreams was leaving me hornier than I had ever been before. I even started masturbating just after I woke up. I knew this wasn’t a good idea because Doug was always around then, but I couldn’t just walk around horny all day long either. One of the perks of senior year was the option of having a study hall either just after lunch or for the last period. If you chose last period, you got out of school early one day a week. Since Mom needed our car for work, I still would have to stay around anyway and ride the bus home or wait for other friends to give me a lift. The only other option would be for Doug to come pick me up. Being alone in a car with that creep was not going to happen, not for all the money in the world.I made the choice of having a study hall period just after lunch. No one cared where you went, or where you hung out during that time. You just couldn’t leave campus or disturb other classes. It was just fifty extra minutes of free time after lunch. Through a random chance draw, I was assigned Wednesday as my extended lunch break. When school resumed, everything got back to normal rather quickly. Same old faces, same old teachers. Not much ever really changed that much around Escort Ataşehir there. I went out of my way to find and say hello to my buddy Mr. G.  I couldn’t ever mention anything to him about seeing him that day when my friends and I drove out. I think I did actually start to imagine myself with him about then. I tried to ignore the fact that he was married, and probably a good husband. But, he was a man in every sense of the word too. I tried to look past his loose-fitting clothes and remember that five-second glimpse I had gotten while he was on that mower. All this was floating around in my head when we met for the first time again. Then, I did something really stupid. He and I were standing in a small offset in an empty hall talking. As our casual conversation ended, some impulse just came over me. I know I caught Mr. G off-guard too, but I reached for him with my only free arm, and gave him a huge hug. As my head came to rest on his chest, I realized what I was doing, and I quickly pulled away. I didn’t have the nerve to look him in the face, and I quickly walked away. All the way to my next class I could feel my face flushed. “Stupid, so stupid!” was all I could mutter as I walked. “God,” what an idiotic thing to do!Things at home with Doug were becoming intolerable, and maybe I just needed to reach out to someone I could still trust. Still, I was so embarrassed. I think I avoided where he might be for the next couple of days. Then I ran into Mr. G. accidentally coming at me down the hall. As we approached each other I quickly decided to just pretend the whole thing never happened. I smiled and said “Hi” like nothing else had happened. Mr. G smiled back politely and raised his hand in a friendly wave. We passed without another word exchanged.  That night, I had one of my most intense dreams yet. I don’t remember all of it, but it was Mr. G and me again, and we were passionately going at it somewhere. I must have been moaning or something. A hand suddenly touched me, and I awoke startled. It was my Mom. She was asking if I was alright. As my vision cleared, I could see Doug standing in the doorway just behind her wearing only his boxers.I must have woken them with my moans. The creepy stare Doug was giving me snapped me out of my wondrous state immediately. I just knew the scumbag had followed Mom and wanted to see me having an orgasm as I slept. I brushed Mom off and assured her I was just having a bad dream. That asshole Doug put his arm around my Mom, and as they turned to leave he looked back over his shoulder at me with a fucking smirk on his face.    That was it; I just couldn’t go on like this. The next day, I knew I would have to face my issues. I really didn’t even consider that Mr. G. might just completely blow me off. We were friends, yes, but maybe that was all it would ever be. I planned to at least attempt a move on Mr. G, but exactly how and where, I didn’t have a clue. The next day was my Wednesday long lunch and I had to at least find out. I felt like if I made a complete ass of myself, at least Mr. G. was not likely to say anything about it to anyone. I hardly ate any lunch. I knew I was either going to make a damn fool out of myself or something. I left the lunch hall early. The hallways were empty, as I made my way to the utility room where Mr. G always hung out. He would likely be eating his lunch about now.Sure enough, he was there just finishing a sandwich at his workbench. He heard me coming, and a warm smile came across his face as I entered the small room. I didn’t even have a plan, script, or anything.  In fact, I hadn’t even thought of an excuse to even be there. I just hadn’t thought this through at all. I sorta nervously stood looking around. The small room was cluttered with cleaning supplies. Two large white tanks lined one wall. Mr. G. had a small worn-out little couch sitting against the wall by the door. I guess he needed a place to sit and cool off after outside work. Along the opposite wall was a long workbench covered with tools and such. Mr. G. was expecting some sort of request, and I didn’t have any. He stood up wiping his mouth with a napkin and stood square in front of me. A clear thought would not even form in my head.  I couldn’t have even strung enough words together to form an intelligent sentence. Mr. G. was looking at me kind of funny, and the smile was drifting from his face.  “Is something wrong?” He finally asked.“I missed you,” I said. It just sorta popped right out of my mouth.I could feel a tear forming on the edge of my eye as I just stood there. I blinked several times trying to avoid having it run down my cheek. It didn’t work. The tear started trailing down my cheek. Mr. G. was still holding his napkin and gently reached for my face to wipe away the tear.  As his hand neared my face, my hand moved all on its own. I caught him by his forearm, and I wouldn’t let go.