Unexpected First in the Custodian’s Room

It was 1974 and it was just a week before my high school graduation. I was among the youngest in my class having turned 18 just a few days before. I was also still a virgin and had never had any form of sex beyond masturbation. This situation was certainly not a moral decision or do to my having any hang ups about sex. Unlike my very pious parents who made me attend this stupid Catholic school, I had long ago ditched religion. The problem was, well, frankly, I was smart. How do you fit ten million animals and all the stuff to keep them alive on one little ship? If God is so loving, why does he kill so much? Why did God pray to himself? And there were never intelligent answers to such questions. If I did ask I just got a load of crap about having faith or that God works in mysterious ways. As a result I had filed the Bible away with all the fairytales I was taught as a kid.

No, the reason no penis had graced my lovely vagina yet had nothing to do with religion or morals. It had to do with a late developing body and too much competition. Though I was a legal adult now, I was physically developing way behind my peers. While they had curves and big boobs I was very petite with barely flaring hips, was bit scrawny, kind of knobby-kneed, wore my dark hair in a ponytail, On top of that I wore glasses on my rather childish face. In other words I was at best a little cute and pretty, not beautiful, so I was just overlooked.

I must admit I was envious of the other girls when nearly all they yacked about was how often they were getting their brains fucked out. I wasn’t lacking hormones. In fact I could hardly stop thinking about sex and wondering what it would feel like. And that was my problem this day. Sitting in my geography class just before the lunch bell I was horny as hell. Would this stupid nun ever be done? Did I really need to know about all about Albania to make my life complete? Really? No, what I couldn’t ignore any longer was the yearning building up between my legs and my very greedy cunt and clitoris demanding attention.

Maybe there is such a thing as mercy I thought as the lunch bell finally rang and I nearly bolted for the door. Yeah, I was hungry alright, just not for food! I needed to find a private spot and fast. Decked out in my rather too small uniform I walked briskly through the bustling hallways with my mid-thigh gray and brown plaid pleated skirt bouncing in rhythm with my stride. I checked the restroom; it was full so I checked others. All were full! Damn! Then I spotted a door that said, “Custodian”. By this time the hall was empty since most kids were in the cafeteria eating.