Julie
by Ososober
Copyright© 2026 by Ososober
Young Adult Sex Story: Two teens escape to a secluded room during a raging thunderstorm
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction School Cream Pie First .
Our first night
It all started in high school, Year 10 to be exact.
It was Phys-ed (Gym). Our class was doing soccer that day in the middle of June, just before the July mid-year break. My class had 20 students, 11 boys and 9 girls, and we were doing mixed teams.
The weather had been overcast, gloomy, windy, and cold all day. Then, all of a sudden, the sky opened up. The rain came down in bucket loads and drenched everything and everyone within seconds.
The entire class ran toward the Gym building. Lightning cracked, thunder boomed, and we scurried like ants toward the building to get out of the rain and cold.
The teachers herded us towards the Gym and told us to hit the showers and change.
Me, being a bit shy and knowing that there are another forgotten, hidden showers that seemingly everyone else either forgot about or didn’t know about, I headed there with my bag. I could usually sneak into these showers from a door hidden behind a big bottle-brush tree.
These showers were part of the “Old Gym” building, which is now used as a storage area by the school, so probably not totally forgotten, just not used by anyone.
Over the few years (Years 7-10) I had been at the school, I found these showers (2 cubicals) and over time, I have cleaned them. I also keep clean towels (hand-washed), a small heater, sleeping bag, clean-ish cushions, camping mattress and pillows, and a small tv, kettle, small torch, camping stove, a saucepan, several tins of tin spaghetti, and 2 min noodle packs and some spare clothes that I carried from home. I am truly the only one that uses this. The door is locked by a sliding bolt and padlock that I installed. There is another sliding bolt on the inside, and this is my escape where I sometimes come when I want to be alone, study with no interruptions, or I want to escape my family.
Unfortunately, or maybe as the case would be, fortunately, I was followed by another classmate, Julie. She too is shy and does not like showering or being around others in a state of undress. She sees me sneaking out of the gym and follows me, wondering where I was going.
I enter the space. As I was in a rush to get warm, I forgot to slide the bolt to lock the door, put the heater on, and turn the tv on for low light and some sound. I enter the shower.
A few minutes later, when the shower is nice, hot, and steamy, I hear Julie call out, “Nathan, is that you?”
I recognise Julie’s voice. (We are a few of the same classes, but not really friends or anything.) I respond, “Julie?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” comes the reply as she comes into the shower area and can see me in all my glory. She shrieks a little and turns around. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” she mutters out.
“It’s okay. I’ll get out, and you can get in and warm up,” turning off the shower and grabbing the towel.
I go into the other area where the TV, kettle, and the rest of my stuff is. Then I slide the bolt and lock the door, getting dressed into track pants and a polo shirt.
After several minutes, Julie comes out of the shower in the school uniform, a polo shirt, and skirt. (I can tell that she is not wearing a bra.) She enters a nice warm alcove, and sits next to me on the sleeping bag and mattress. She says, “So what is this?” pointing to around the area.
“My home away from home hidey hole” is my reply. “Like it?”
It is at that moment that a big loud crack of thunder happens, and the lights go out.
The area goes pitch black, no lights whatsoever.
This area we are in, let me kind of describe it for you:
The entire zone is behind the old coach’s office, so it was most likely the coach’s shower and change room. The “coach’s office” is now blocked off with boxes, crates, and other items that prevent anyone from getting all the way back from the front entrance.
The change room area is no more than 4 metres long and 3 metres wide. The shower area has two shower cubicles, a wash basin, and toilets. The basin is where I wash my clothes, pots, and everything else I need to be washed.
The coach’s office has a really old solid Jarrah desk, a small lamp, and a phone that somehow is still connected to the school system and works.
We both jump a little at the sound of the thunder, and then, as mentioned, everything goes black.
As a 15-year-old, I had thought of most things: bed, blankets, some food, something to cook on and with, but I didn’t think of needing candles or spare batteries for the torch.
I ask, “Are you okay?”, she replied softly, “It’s really dark, and yes, I guess I’m okay.”
“Let me find the torch, it should be next to the tv” I then lean forward and slowly crawl, feeling with my hands to crawl and find the torch and turn it on. The torch is a small “pen light” powered by 2 AA batteries, so it doesn’t give out a lot of light. And I shine it back toward the bed.
Now let me describe ourselves.
Me, Nathan, am 15 170cm(5ft 7in), average build, dark brown hair, and blue eyes with a fair complexion.
Julie, female, am 15 152cm(4ft 11in), 41 kg, average build, B cup, shoulder length, dark brown hair, brown eyes with an olive complexion.
The rain, wind, and thunder pick up outside, and I state, “It sounds really bad outside. I don’t want to open the door to find out.”
Julie asks, “How long have you had this place?”
Me, “I found it in yr 8 when I was exploring. It seemed to be unused and forgotten about by everyone.”
Julie, “Looks cosy. Do you sleep here?”
Me, “Sometimes. I even study in the office. The alarm sensors don’t reach back here, and the way the stuff is packed, if I’m in this area, no light can be seen from the front. I’ve tried.”
Julie, “What about your parents?”
Me, “I just tell them that I’m staying at Cal’s place.”
Julie, “Who is Cal?”
Me: “Cal, is this place, Comfortable Alternative Living Space? I laugh out.” “I’ve got to make a phone call. I’m staying here for a while. I don’t want to get soaked going home.”
I get up and make my way into the office and press 9 on the phone to get an outside line and call home, leaving a message on the answering machine: “Hi Mum, I’m staying at Cals for a while. Depending on the weather, maybe all night. Cya.”
I make my way back to Julie. She has lain down under the blankets, as it is starting to get cold.
I ask,”Do you need/want to make a call to tell your parents you’re safe but not able to come home? Just say something like a friend or staying dry till the storm passes. Phone is in the office and dial 9 to get an outside line. Be quick, not sure how long the phone battery is going to last.”
She gets up and makes a call, coming back a few minutes later,
in the meantime, I got under the blankets, without the heater running. The temp drops rapidly to under 10 degrees Celsius.
She comes back and sits on top of the blankets, starting to shiver.
I say, “Julie, I won’t bite. Come under the blankets and keep warm. You will freeze out there.”
Julie, shivering, “OK, I trust you.”
She slides under the blankets and sleeping bag next to me.
I turn and now lie on my back. She does the same.
We lay there for a few minutes, just listening to the storm, the thunder, rain on the roof. The torch beam slowly gets dimmer. “Shit,” I quietly exclaim. “The batteries are dying. I don’t have spares. We should turn it off for now.”
Julie, “OK, turn it off.”
We switch it off and again, both of us, settle into the comfortable silence and just listening to the sounds of the storm.
After some time, we both fell asleep.
Nathan
I wake up, needing to go pee, not knowing what time it is. I get up and grab the torch, not really needing it though, as I know the layout and location of everything. I don’t turn it on. I carefully make my way to the toilet and relieve myself. I flush and wash my hands, strip down to undies, and climb back into bed, just like I have done numerous times before, completely forgetting that Julie was there.
Until I get back under the covers, then I get back to sleep.
Julie
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