Posted by An X on January 03, 2008 at 21:32:05:
The eraser rubs back and forth across the hall pass. I blow on the paper, making sure there's no remnant of the time previously on the sheet, then flip the pencil over in my right hand and right in a time fifteen minutes before the time I erased. I've planned this well, and am not about to be caught by a school's meaningless policy.
I look outside the bathroom I currently reside in, scanning the quiet school halls. I see no pupils, teachers, or hall monitors walking to foil my plans. Good. I'm just about to scan the hallway again when I hear the sound of sneaker on stone floor near me. I quickly duck back behind the wall of the boys' bathroom. There is no door seperating it from the rest of the learning facility, but a short hallway and a turn to the right serve to cordon off the restroom.
I barely allow myself a look, but I look just long enough to make sure the girl coming out of the girls' bathroom is who I know it is. Jamie Petka, acquired. She is stunning, wearing a black t-shirt and tight blue jeans. Her breasts are fully developed and large for her age, and bob slightly with every step she takes. Her mouth is in a slight smile and her eyelids have glitter on them. Her bouncy blonde hair is short and parted a bit to her right. She holds the clipboard pass to her class in her right hand. Jamie is an aquaintence of mine; we sit next to each other in band, and I have another class with her in it as well.
I knew she would be here...she is a creature of habit, and even if she hadn't been, I can see the class she has this hour's door from my desk in my class. I saw her leave for her bladder's relief, and soon followed.
I stick out one hand past the wall, and give a beckoning motion. I pause, then repeat the motion. I've given her a note or two from a "secret admirer" before, so this should entice her just enough. I retreat past the turn and turn around, waiting for Jamie to enter the forbidden area of the boys' bathroom.
And she does. My muscles tense, then release as she turns to her left, and sees me. I run forward, extend my right hand in a clenching claw. I grab her soft, lotioned neck and keep running. Her eyes fill with surprise and she drops the hall pass, which falls to the ground with a series of clacks. Her skull makes a soft clunk when I slam it against the star-spangled wall.
I am strong and tall enough to brace her against the wall. Her feet dangle a centimeter above the floor. She looks into my eyes; those deep, hazel orbs stare into my eyes. "Alex..." she half-gasps, half murmurs through my fingers around her windpipe. "I can't...breathe...I...can't....uhhh..." She wastes what little breath she has left and I clench tighter.
She does not last long. He feet kick a bit, her fingernails scrach vainly at my hand. In one minute, her movements slow down. In less than one minute more, Jamie dies. It is abrupt; her eyes roll up into her head, then close, her head bobs down onto my wrist, her tongue sticking out slighlty. One hand drops from my grasp and hangs limply, the other still hangs by her fingernails. Her feet cease their struggle and hang lifelessly, pointing slightly toward each other in an adorable pigeontoe.
After thirty seconds more (I have been lucky no one has entered the bathroom) I release my hold and drop Jamie's body. She falls to the ground, hands cupped, feet angled. I grab her ankles, lift them, and drag her body along the floor. Jamie's hands raise above her head as she moves, almost in surrender.
I drag Jamie inside the stall and lock the door behind me. I grab her by the shoulders (her head rolls back, displaying the teeth that gave her a slight overbite) and sit her body down on the toilet (her head shifts forward). First, I slap her twice across the cheeks, then a third and forth time, aroused by how she does not react. I pry open Jamie's eyelids and ogle the unseeing eyes, as they look up towards the sky.
I close her eyes, push her head back. Then I move for her shirt, raising the bottom hem first above her stomach, exposing her sexy, beautiful midriff and bellybutton, then, above her breastline.
She has chosen the best day possible to go braless; her two breasts sit like two eyes, staring at me. Letting go of her shirt, I hold her still-warm breasts in my hand, groaning in orgasmic pleasure.
I stand there for just a minute, then go about hiding the crime; I lower her shirt, then unbutton her pants. Hitching Jamie's body up slightly, I lower her jeans and then her panties to the ground. From outside, it will look like just another person in the toilet, though someone with odd taste in underwear. Her pubic hair has only just started to come in, a soft blond sheet of hair. I reach between her legs, into the toilet, to rub her soft rear end. Smooth as a baby's...well, bottom. I masturbate slightly as I can only imagine what it looks like.
I take part in this joy only slightly, as I remove my hand, smell it, enjoying Jamie's scent for the last time. I slip underneath the wall of the stall and quietly leave to return to class, kicking Jamie's hall pass to a corner as I do so.
Her body will not be discovered until school ends. She will be accused of skipping when she does not return to class, but nothing more will be thought of it until the evening janitor looks at the feet underneath the locked stall at the same time Jamie's body decides that it does not want to sit any longer, and she falls forward, landing with her smooth, curved, bare butt in the air, her peaceful face filling the janitor's view
The murderer will not be found...I have covered my tracks well and chosen the only bathroom without security cameras. And whenever my family morosely talks about her, I mentally toast her. To you, Jamie.