Chapter 5 - The storage room

[Mountain view high]

After leaving Eric behind in the school library. Evelyn wanted to find a quiet place so she could think about what happened with her and Eric in the library. And so, she decided to go to the school's sports field and sat on one of the many empty seats...

'what have I done?'. She thought, with her head lowered down. She felt very confused and frustrated at the moment. On one side, she wanted to blame Eric for everything, she clearly told him that she had a boyfriend but, he went and kissed her either way. While on the other side, she felt like it was her own fault, if she wanted to, she could have pushed him away before they took things too far but... She hesitated, for some unknown reason, she couldn't push him away or more like she didn't even want to push Eric away in the first place. She could have stopped him, but she didn't.

'why?... Why didn't I just push him back?'. She questioned herself. 'Is it because I find him attractive or is it because Mishmael has never made those sorts of advances on me. When I think back to it, Mael and I had only held hands and had never went further than that. Why though?... It's almost as if... as if... He doesn't... No!, what am I thinking, of course Mishmael loves me, why am I even questioning his love?. Why am I even thinking about that?, I should probably think about how I'm going to explain myself to Mishmael, considering that everyone saw Eric doing 'that' to my face...

'That reminds me, Eric asked me if I don't remember. What was he talking about?, Is it possible that he and I had a past and I just forgot about it?. No!, that's impossible. If I ever dated or knew someone as handsome as Eric, it would have been hard if not impossible to forget about it. So what did he mean then?, what did I forget? And what should I remember?. So many questions with little to no answers and it's all that guy's fault, again'.

'This is giving me a headache'. She thought, holding her head, she was so frustrated that she almost pulled her hair, luckily she was able to regain her sense of self before she left herself bold.

"Riiiiing".

It was then that the school bell rang, signalling the end of recess. It was time for Evelyn to go back to class.

'Hahhh, I really don't wanna go back to class, not only I'm I too tired for lessons, I also don't want to see Eric'. But, as a model student, she couldn't skip class or else her mother would give her an earful. On her way to class, she remembered something very important...

'Grrrrrr'.

"I forgot to eat!", said Evelyn while holding her growling stomach. Now, not only was Evelyn tired and stressed, she was also hungry. 'Today, is not my day'...

When she arrived in class, she noticed that Eric hadn't arrived yet, which made her feel relieved and worried. 'He better not have gotten lost'. She thought to herself, remembering that she forgot to properly show Eric around the school. The school was massive, so someone getting lost was not uncommon.

Seeing that Sasha was already in class, she decided to chat with her friend while they wait for the teacher to arrive...

'I wonder what happened to Diana?'.

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[Before Evelyn left class with Eric]

Immediately after the school bell rang, signalling for recess, Diana packed her things and prepared to leave.

"Hey Diana, Wanna help me show the new guy around?". Asked Evelyn, who didn't want to be left alone with Eric, considering the trouble he would cause her. At the moment, every girl in class was giving her the stink eye.

'Why did Mrs Rodriguez have to choose me?, this sucks'.

Diana threw a look at Eric. 'Hot', she thought. She would have gone after him but, she already had someone she loved. "Sorry I can't. I have something important to do, I'm sure you can handle it". Immediately after saying that she left, not giving Evelyn the chance to say anything.

Diana made her way through the school's hallway. After many twists and turns, she arrived Infront of a metallic door. The door had the words 'Storage Room' engraved on it. She took out a key and with a 'click' the door opened. She entered the storage room and closed the door behind her, she didn't forget to lock it.

Immediately after locking the door and turning around, a hand came out of nowhere, grabbed her by the neck and then gently pushed her against the door.

"Your late". A deep masculine voice came out. Whispering directly on her ear.

Diana's sky blue eyes could make out the features of a boy, with messy brown hair and sharp brown eyes. He was wearing a white shirt that was tucked in his grey pants and a green tie. While she was wearing a green blazer, white shirt, green tie, white socks and a green skirt.

"I'm sorry". Said Diana, she didn't make any excuses.

Mishmael slightly relieved the pressure on her neck and looked into her ocean blue eyes...

"Hey". He said with a small smile.

"Hmm". Replied Diana, her brows furrowed.

"I love you, Okay", Said Mishmael.

"If you really...".

"Shhhhhh". He stopped her, placing a finger on her lips. At this point, he had already released her neck.

"I said... I love you". Said Mishmael, again. His tone unchanged. Whilst gently caressing her cheek.

"I... I love you too". Replied Diana, Her voice weak, but determined.

"Good girl". He said and then pecked her lips, as if rewarding her but, to Diana it felt like he was teasing her. He then moved closer to her, pressing his chest against her breasts. He then placed one hand on the door to lean on and then used the other hand to roam all-over her slender body.

Diana could feel Mishmael's cold and yet warm hand, move down from her cheek, to her slender neck and then to her breasts, slightly squeezing them through the thin fabric of her shirt. She had to cover her mouth to suppress a moan, because the storage room wasn't really sound proof, anyone passing by could hear them.

Mishmael saw her small actions, but didn't say anything, he didn't really care if anyone heard them. He continued to move his hand lower at an unhurried pace and stopped at her belly. He started to slowly draw circles around her belly, that's when he felt her body shiver to his actions. Stopping, he started to move lower and lower and stopped at her knees. That's when he started going up again, this time raising her skirt along until her black panties were exposed.

"You changed them, good. I'll have to get them soaked again, hopefully you brought a third pair". Said Mishmael, whispering to her ear, which made her spine tingle.

He then lowered his hand back to her thick succulent thighs and squeezed them roughly. The felt soft and squishy, like dough. The feeling was addictive.

"Hmmm".

Diana was starting to find it hard to suppress her moans. Having her body felt around was too stimulating for her. Causing little amounts of transparent liquids to start leaking from her sacred area. She felt good, too good.

"Let me help you with that". Said Mishmael, covering her mouth with his own. He then lowered the hand he was leaning on and grabbed her other thigh. He pulled her up and pressed her body against the metallic door. This forced Diana to wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck to avoid falling.

Mishmael ruthlessly assaulted Diana's mouth, hardly sucking her lips and using his tongue to explore every nook and cranny of her mouth. Even going as far as to battle with her small tongue over dominance .The taste of her saliva was sweet as always.

Diana was on cloud nine, as she ceaselessly moaned, only for those very same moans to come out muffled. At the same time, she could feel Mishmael's hardened rod pressing against her sacred area... The feeling was driving her crazy. She wanted him inside her, she wanted him to ravage her insides and paint her walls with his seed. And so, she started to rub herself against his hard-on.

Feeling that she was starting to loose her breath, Mishmael pulled back, their lips separated by a thin string of saliva. They looked into each others eyes, breathing heavily and trying to regain their breath. Mishmael then licked Diana's lips...

"Tell me Diana, Do you want it?". Asked Mishmael, pressing his hard-on against her sacred area.