Paul Gable - The roped schoolgirl_s rape

"Who is that creepy guy?" Ginny Williams bugged her notebook to her tits, feeling revulsion and a slight sexual thrill race through her body. She had stopped by her locker, pressing her rounded ass against the blue metal door. Her girlfriend, Cindy Frainingham, was fishing in the top shelf of her opened locker for her history book, muttering under her breath.

"Hm? Oh, him?" Cindy's voice dropped when her eyes flashed across an older man carelessly dressed in dirty coveralls and a khaki army-style shirt. He was rattling around a small cleaning closet, casting looks at several of the girls in the high school as they breezed by.

"He's unreal," Ginny said, feeling a giggle die in her throat the minute his gaze came to rest on her. There was something in that gleam, something that made her blood chill. Ginny tightened her fingers around the notebook, drawing her knees together under her plaid skirt and curling her toes against her sandals.

"Yeah," Cindy said breathlessly, slamming her locker door hard after having found that elusive history text. "He's new. I heard Mrs. Johnson complaining about him to one of the coaches yesterday, something about the way he kept on ogling the girls."

Cindy and Ginny giggled, moving away from the lockers and keeping a safe distance from the leering man.

"Anyway, he's the new janitor. I heard he's just out of jail or something."

"Wow! And they let him work here?"

Ginny turned around and glanced over her shoulder. The janitor was pulling another pail from the small closet. He glanced up and caught her eye again. Ginny thought she could see a leering smile begin to curl his thin lips. She shuddered again, turning and quickening her pace down the red-tiled hall.

"Sounds freaky, I know," Cindy agreed. "Probably there's nothing to the story. Come on. We're gonna be late for class."

Ginny hurried behind her best friend, quickly forgetting about her unpleasant encounter with the janitor back in the hall. The two girls had just rounded another corner when Ginny found herself colliding with Justin Hartman, captain of the football squad.

Her books tumbled from her hands, skittering across the smooth floor. It was all she could do to keep her balance. Cindy was still walking ahead of her, impatiently waving her hand to hurry.

"Gosh. Sorry about this, Ginny. Here, come on, I'll help."

Ginny felt both frustration and incredible excitement. Justin Hartman, here, at her feet, bending down and picking up her things. And he'd called her by her first name! Ginny had dreamed naughty dreams about Justin lately. There were times in her bed, even in class here at Fairmount High, when Ginny would feel that electric flame burning up her thighs, strangely chilling and yet scorching her young un-fucked cunt. It was then the blonde teenager would rub her thighs against one another, trying to hide the blush spreading over her cheeks while her breathing became raspy. It was the thought of Justin, Justin with that sexy smile, those dark-brown eyes and that thick-muscled body that was doing this to her.

"You got history class with Mrs. Johnson now?" Justin asked, glancing quickly at his watch.

"Yes. And I'm going to be a little late, I guess," Ginny said hesitantly. Self-consciously the girl straightened her back and took lung-filling breaths. The crowd in the hall was thinning quickly as the kids ran for class. One or two glanced at Ginny and Justin as doors slammed loudly all up and down the corridor. Soon the two were nearly alone.

"Here. Guess you'd better get going. I've got this period free. Supposed to be studying some plays for next Thursday's game with South High."

"That sounds exciting."

Ginny didn't want to go to class. She felt that tingling sensations on the tender inner surfaces of her thighs. Ginny felt oddly giddy, weakened. Once more the teen had to force her self to keep steady, or surely Justin would suspect the effect he had on her.

"Not really. Say, you wouldn't want to cut class and help me," Justin said, his face suddenly brightening. "I need somebody to help sort out the plays. One of the guys was supposed to come but he's down with the flu or something. What do you say?"

"I-I don't know."

Ginny bit her lower lip, casting a look at the closed door far to the right. Mrs. Johnson was taking attendance now, probably wondering what on earth her student was doing. Ginny had never cut class before, although the temptation had been great for other reasons. Now Justin was asking her to help him – alone, maybe – somewhere in the school. The temptation was too great. They were just going to discuss the examination they'd taken two days ago. Ginny knew she'd passed, and passed well. Mrs. Johnson wouldn't mind that much.

"Okay. Let's go."

Justin flashed her that sexy smile again end turned, peering down the hall. There were some monitors wandering up and down the corridor. They had to avoid the teachers or risk getting caught. Justin signaled her with a wave of the hand, then rushed across the hall down a small set of stairs. Ginny followed, feeling excited, flushed. It was as if she were some criminal trying to get away with the crime of the century. And it was with Justin!

"This way."

The two teens made their way across the length of the school, descending another set of stairs until they were in the athletic area. The pungent aroma of Lysol reminded Ginny for some reason of the janitor.

"In here," he said.

The room was small and brightly lit. Justin moved about quickly, his big frame darting across the room. Ginny put her books down on a nearby chair, standing a little self-consciously after having closed the door. Justin was pulling some papers with weird drawings scribbled over the white surfaces. He did have some work for her to do. Ginny felt deflated with disappointment. She wasn't sure what she wanted, but she hadn't cut Mrs. Johnson's history class to be Justin's editor.

Justin explained what was needed, bending so closely to her that Ginny could feel his hot, panting breath against the back of her neck. Her nipples were getting hard, pressing itchy against her bra. At the same time, she could feel heat concentrating in the furry cunt crack between her shivering white legs. Again the girl moved her ass cheeks over the smooth leather surface of the chair, feeling her cunt lips rubbing against one another. Ginny's eyes swam as she stared at the stack of papers lying on her lap. Justin was still talking. She caught one or two words, enough to figure out what he was saying. But her concentration was warped while her cunt began to grow all hot and moist under Justin's sexual heat.

"And then when you've got those plays sorted out, give'em to me. I'll figure out the rest," Justin finished, casting a toothy smile at her.

Ginny nodded her head, her fingers trembling on the edges of the papers. She'd nearly dropped them when Justin traced his fingers along the nape of her neck. Oh, this wasn't going to work out too well. She shuffled the confusing papers around, trying to concentrate on her job. But all she could think of was that handsome football player sitting only a few feet away from her. There were times when she thought she could hear someone shuffling around outside the door. Looking up from her papers, she watched Justin rubbing his chin thoughtfully, his eyes studying some play or other the coach had recommended to him.

"Damn!" he cursed.

Had he locked the door? The last time he'd gotten up and leaned over her to see how she was doing, Ginny could have sworn she had heard the bolt click shut. Maybe it was her imagination. She sighed, smiled up at him, then tried to ignore the tingling sensation between her legs. It was like having a single drop of sweat trickle its way through the hairy covering of her tight little cunt. Ginny bit down on her lower lip, determined to keep her imagination in line.