[UnitJonas]

By the light of Friday afternoon she was once again abuzz with gossip about the latest FUSE videos and whatnot with the girls at school. She even allowed them to convince her to go to the lame school dance that night. Darsey asked if she wanted to stay over after the dance but Morgan had already promised Natalie that she would.



Despite the expected lameness of the dance Morgan opted against jeans and teeshirt and picked out a nice skirt with a sleeveless top. She even went with a bit of eye liner, blush and lip gloss. For a moment she regretted shutting down her webcam as the men would probably think she looked pretty good too. She missed their comments already. She had thought about doing some webcam ‘shows’, pretending to be 18 in one of the multitudes of webcam girl sites. But then she’d be one of a thousand slutty girls. That didn’t work for her. Exposing herself on cam to someone she ‘thought’ was a stranger, but really knew her, that excited her.



The dance, of course, was boring and stupid with mostly idiot seventh graders hanging out. Natalie, however, seemed to be having a blast and wanted to wait until the janitors, Lenny and Squiggy, had to kick them out at nine so they could start cleaning. Morgan didn’t know why she said she’d sleep over Nat’s house. Nat had been quite annoying lately. At one point when Nat was out dancing Darsey told Morgan to sneak out and come visit her later in the night. As Morgan recalled how even her best friend had taken advantage of her sexually she wondered if there was anyone who wouldn’t.





The girls said goodbye to Darsey as she left with her mom. Morgan and Nat set out across the soccer fields to Nat’s house.



By ten Morgan was bored to death and was regretting even more her decision to sleep over. But Nat reassured her and promised things would get better in a few minutes after her Mom went to sleep. She had a surprise.



Morgan was curious although she expected the latest version of UNO. In actuality this was normally something she would enjoy and maybe it would be good to play this late into the night. Maybe it would ease her building inner conflict.



Natalie was excited. She had been slowly building a small cache of wine-coolers that she stole from her mother. She felt quite naughty about doing that but knew Morgan and Darsey had had some before and this might earn her some points. She was a self proclaimed nerd and not so proud of it anymore. Next year would be high-school and she didn’t want to be abandoned by her friends for cooler people. She was thrilled when Morgan said she’d stay over, but knew it was more of her wanting to get out of her house and Nat could already tell Morgan was getting bored. She hoped this would help.



Morgan was more than shocked when Natalie pulled the coolers from the bag. She looked at Nat’s proud smile and could only shake her head in disbelief.



Natalie giggled as she opened one and handed it to her stunned friend. She knew she had done well. She watched Morgan first take a sip, then a long swig. She waited for Morgan’s smile of approval.



The only thought that was invading Morgan’s head was the day Arthur had handed her a wine cooler. How his gaze wandered over her body. How he had led her to his bedroom. How he had her lie on the bed. How he had removed her clothes. How he had touched her. How his mouth felt kissing and licking her feet, legs, thoughts, butt. How he had her touch him. How he spread her legs. How he moved between her legs and pushed his penis inside her. How he lied on top of her. How the picture of his fat wife seemed to watch them as he made love, no, fucked her. How he tricked her when he pulled off his rubber. And finally, as she was almost smothered beneath his large sweaty body, she had orgasmed just as he began grunting and shooting his sperm into her.



“Morgan?”



Morgan shook her head as she came back to reality.



“Are, are you okay?” Natalie stammered as she thought there was something wrong with Morgan. If Morgan had to go to the hospital she would be in BIG trouble. Maybe the wine coolers were too old and were toxic. Maybe she was drunk and going to throw up. Natalie knew this was a bad idea, but she had so wanted to look cool to Morgan.



“No, no, it’s cool…I’m fine” Morgan reassured her.

Natalie did the big fake wipe sweat off her forehead routine. “WHEW!”



Morgan looked at her and could only think of what a total dork she was.



“Wanna play some Uno?” Natalie chirped.



A sudden desperation for fresh air hit Morgan. She had to get out of here.



“I, I got to get out of here for a few.”



Nat smiled, “That’s cool, lets go for a walk.”



Morgan stood up as she thought. “Umm, no. This happens to me a lot. I need a few minutes to myself.”



Natalie’s hopes faded quickly. “What if my mom wakes up and finds out you left?”



Morgan headed towards the door. “You’ll think of something.”



“Where are you going? Will you be back soon?”



Morgan shot her a smile, “I won’t be long. I just need some air.”



As Morgan distanced herself from Natalie’s house she began to relax. The cool night air felt good on her bare shoulders. It would be a beautiful night for a run. She wondered how long it would take to jog to Darsey’s. Of course jogging in a skirt and sandals wouldn’t work out so well. If only she could change into her shorts and sportsbra. She smiled to herself at how many times she changed in front of her webcam. And the things they said about her in the chat room. Some of the crudest things. She shivered at the thought of the one guy who fantasized about kidnapping her and keeping her as a sex slave in his basement. Just what sort of things would he do? Probably much of the same as she had let Arthur, Ted and Charles do.



As she walked over the empty moonlit soccer fields she sipped at her wine cooler. She didn’t remember taking it with her, but it tasted good and was already giving her a warm glow. After taking the last sip she dropped it in the large waste barrel near the field.



She wondered if Coach J enjoyed his video. She could tell by the way he had acted at practice that he was different. He had seen it.



“Why do I do that?” She murmured aloud.

Everything she had done; the webcam, the Snapple, the changing room at the mall, Arthur, Ted, Mr. Ely, Charles, the videos. All of those a sane girl, even if she didn’t think it was disgusting, would have left them at a personal fantasy level.



“But with me, it’s OOPS, I guess I let it start somehow.” She chuckled making a goofy face. And once started she always felt compelled to let it finish. Was there really any harm done?



“I still feel pretty normal.”



Of course was it normal to feel jealous because a comatose man paid attention to a slut on TV and not to her? Or to purposely step into the path of a lesbian sex offender?



“Maybe not.”



She started to cut across the school parking lot in the direction of Darsey’s house. It would be quite a walk but the alternative was playing Uno all night with Natalie.






As she passed the front of the middle school she noticed that there was still one car left in the lot. That seemed a bit unusual for almost 11 o’clock. Then again there was the dance and someone is probably closing up. She stopped and glanced at the front entrance. The light was on and there was definitely someone still inside. She changed her direction towards the front entrance if only out of curiosity. She stopped again as she reached the sidewalk, about twenty feet from the entrance. Inside she saw a wirey guy wheel an overstuffed garbage bin past the entrance. It was Squiggy, the janitor.



Squiggy, what a stupid name. Morgan knew it wasn’t his real name but some reference to some 70’s sitcom. Apparently they also had a dim-bulb skuzzy low-life as well. She was glad that he wasn’t their regular janitor as he kind of gave her the creeps. And probably, like Arthur, had to settle with overweight, ugly or skanky girls all his life.



Despite the plan to head back across the parking lot, Morgan found herself approaching the large glass doors of her middle school.


Daryl Scarnelli, or Squiggy as he was known to the rest of the world, shut off the lights to the gymnasium and headed with the last trash barrel of the night. Now, at five minutes to eleven he knew he wouldn’t be finishing early tonight. He was hoping to catch the end of the WWF steelcage finals on Pay Per View but fuck it if he was going to pay $39.95 for just the last thirty minutes. Stupid job, stupid school, stupid snotty kids who get anything they want. He just wanted to get home and down a beer. Hmm, maybe he would stop at Chugg’s and see if Lily was dancing tonight. That hot little college girl always flashed him a little kootch. He started to get hard at the thought. Titties, beer and a little bit ‘o pink sounded like a good plan. He was so lost in thought that he barely noticed the pretty, young blonde approaching the front doors.





“Oh for fuck’s sake, what did you lose now?” he muttered under his breath. He had already wasted twenty minutes helping some loser find his wallet. They eventually found it in the restroom garbage, sans all the money. “Sorry kid.” He had tried to say without chuckling. If he had realized it would have cost him a chance to watch the PPV he would have ignored him and left him at the door. He would have too, if the boys mother wasn’t with him.



This girl was alone, at least he thought. As he approached the doors, keys jangling, he recalled her as one of the last ones to leave. Along with her obnoxious fat friend.



He unlocked and swung the door open.



“Okay, what did you lose?”



When the girl just stared at him he added, “Or did you just lose your way?”



The girl seemed to come to life finally, “No, my cell. I cant find it.”



“And you think it’s here because…”



The girl now seemed nervous. Perhaps he was being a bit too harsh. His eyes did an unconscious sweep of her body. She was after all, quite a pretty thing.



He eased, “Okay, C’mon you can take a look in the gym but I didn’t find any cells or nothing.”



“Thanks, my mom will kill me if I lose it.”



The girl flashed a nervous smile and entered as he held the door. He could smell her faint perfume, some flowery teen shit, and something else. Alcohol. Despite himself being a drinker at the age of twelve he still thought these kids try to grow up too fast these days. Damn these middle school girls. Too much money, make-up, gadgets and attitude. As she passed him and headed towards the gym he couldn’t help but check out her ass. But damn, these girls were fine. He couldn’t recall any girl from his middle school back in the 70’s looking like this. For a moment he wondered how much nicer that butt would look in tight jeans rather than a skirt. Or better yet, no skirt at all. Shit.



Daryl shook off his imagery and followed Morgan into the gym, flicking on the lights as he entered. More than before, he prayed that Lily would be working tonight. After this week from hell he needed another glimpse of her sweet young pussy. If only she would let him slip his finger in her for just a second. Yes, that would be nice. He fought off images of Lily naked on his bed, waiting for him to finger her, and much more.



Morgan entered the gym feeling about as stupid as anyone could. This was ridiculous. Like what was going to happen? Squiggy was a complete slime anyway. Why would she want to tease him? That’s what she was doing, wasn’t it? She couldn’t decide what her mind was thinking. Despite that she made a concerted effort to look around for her ‘missing’ cell phone. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him leaning against the wall by the light switches, watching her. It creeped her out.



What she couldn’t figure out is why that ‘creeped out’ feeling was something she had started to like.



“Satisfied? I told you it wusn’t in hare” Daryl chuckled as the cute girl walked towards him. Geezus, that top was tight on her. His mind had already conjured the notion that if she hadn’t been wearing a bra he’d see some nice nips popping through. Course, if she had no bra on, she’d probably have no tits. Most girls probably wore that padded shit.



“Sorry for wasting you’re time mister, umm…”



“Go ahead and say it, Mr. Squiggy, that’s me.”



He saw the nervous girl crack a smile and start past him towards the door. He felt a little bad for her. Heck, she seemed quite innocent and nice. He almost felt bad for thinking about her ass and tits.



“Now wait a minute girlie.”



Morgan stopped and turned towards him.



“What’s your name?”



“Umm, Morgan. Morgan Healy.”



“Well, Ms. Morgan Healy we can still check the supply closet downstairs.”



Morgan looked at him unsurely.