Chapter 3

When we got back outside, the picnic was starting to break up. There were still a lot of people there, but some were starting to pack up and leave. Bob got into a conversation with some of his friends as I started to pack up our food. On the way out of the building, Bob had told me that his plan was for us to pretend to leave the school, but then to sneak back into the building before the custodian locked up for the day. That way, we could spend the rest of the afternoon in the A-V room, which sounded good to me. So when I had everything packed up, we said goodbye to his friends, went out to the car, and drove away. Bob drove around the neighborhood for a few minutes, and then parked on a side street and we walked back on to the school grounds from the backside.

There were still a few people hanging around in the parking lot, but the area around the main building was deserted. Bob casually walked over to the door where we had entered before and pulled the handle... it was locked! Bob cursed and we tried another door farther down the building, and it was locked as well. The custodian had beaten us to it; Bob's carefully planned tryst was foiled.

He was mad, but there was nothing we could do about it. We just walked around the school grounds for a while, hand in hand. It was a big school, and I had never been there before, so Bob pointed out the other buildings to me: gym, cafeteria, auditorium, and about a dozen temporary classroom buildings. We went around to the rear entrance to the gym, which had sort of an alcove that sheltered the doors. It was shady and cool there, and we couldn't be seen except from the direction of the football field. We sat down on the concrete floor and began to make out.

We started kissing, and Bob unbuttoned my shirt part way to reach my breasts. I liked French kissing and was exploring his mouth with my tongue, and he was playing with my nipples. I was getting pretty hot, but I was also getting paranoid about getting caught. There were probably still people around, and in that alcove, anybody could just walk up on us before we saw them coming. I broke off kissing and stood up, telling Bob that we needed to be more careful. I walked out towards the football field, and Bob followed meekly. I did not button up my shirt, which looked closed from a distance. I was beginning to get more comfortable with the feel of fresh air on my chest.

I quickly walked straight out towards the football field surrounded by the red cinder track, and Bob followed. There was no one around anywhere that I could see. We walked around for a while, but the sun was hot and there was no shade. I was starting to sweat a little. There were some trees around the edge of the campus with shade, but no privacy. The only place that seemed to have any hope of a secluded shady spot was around the main building, so we headed back in that direction.

Bob tugged my hand toward the auditorium, which had an exterior stairwell on the backside for the emergency exit. At first I didn't get it, but as we started to walk up the stairs I understood, and ran up the stairs to the top landing. It was perfect! The stairwell was on the shady side of the building, and while it was open above the handrail, there was a sort of panel below the rail. If we were sitting down, no one could see us from the outside, although we could see in all directions. I sat down on the dirty, dusty top landing, but realized that the steps below were actually cleaner, so I scooted down a few steps, and Bob sat down beside me. He didn't waste any time, and immediately took me into his arms, with one hand roughly groping my breasts.

I whimpered a little and pulled away, as my nipples had become very sensitive from all the rough treatment that day. I was learning that I was turned on by a little roughness, but my poor nipples were really tender. What I really wanted was for them to be sucked, but I was still a little too shy to actually say that to Bob. So without saying anything at all, I just unbuttoned my shirt and guided his mouth to my breast. He got the message, and gentle sensation of his tongue on my nipples was just what I wanted. Sitting on the steps that way was pretty awkward, but after a few tries we scooted into a comfortable position, with Bob sitting a little lower down so his mouth was just at the level of my breasts. While he sort of sat between my legs, I held his head in my hands, and he would suck a breast completely into his mouth and pull his head back slightly to intensify the suction. It was marvelous. I was in heaven.

We shifted positions slightly so that my crotch was up against his ribs, and I began sort of humping his side with my pelvis. I was getting pretty hot, and Bob was doing everything he could to get me hotter. He was rubbing his hands up and down my back as he sucked on my little tits, and began sliding his hands down on my butt, pulling my crotch up against him. I was concentrating on my impending orgasm, but when Bob began pulling my shorts off, my virgin reflexes kicked in.

I shoved him away from me and cried, "Don't! Just don't!" I didn't know what else to say, so I pulled my shorts up and started crying. Not much, just a few tears. But I was "totally conflicted", as they say now. I was aroused, I wanted an orgasm badly, but I didn't want to "do it" as we said then. I was not ready to for Bob to fuck me, and certainly not there on an outdoor school stairwell.

Bob, on the other hand, was a fully aroused 17-year-old boy with a hard dick in his pants. He was not really apologetic. He would fuck anybody anywhere, and I was just starting to realize what I had gotten myself into. Bob tried to be nice, but he didn't really know how to handle a tearful, snuffling 14-year-old virgin who was scared of being raped on a stairwell. He kept muttering, "Talk to me, Martha, tell me what's wrong...", but it took a while for me to get anything out. To Bob's credit, he was patient and comforting until I could get my thoughts and words together.