5. Cain #2
We met at midnight, risking getting caught by our roommates, or worse—the guards that patrolled these halls.
She was wearing the standard issue pajamas that they gave everyone, including me, but her top stretched tightly across her chest, accentuating the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
It was a fact that nearly had me tripping over my own feet as my brain wondered what she looked like underneath.
I averted my eyes, afraid she’d catch me staring, but the image was seared in my brain, promising to be put to good use for later.
The classroom was dark and unlocked.
It was eerie seeing it like this. Without the blaring fluorescent lights and oppressive lectures, it almost looked normal. We closed the door behind us and pulled down the curtain that hung on the small door window so no one could see inside.
“Lock it,” she whispered to me. So, I did, hoping no one heard us.
“We should probably have a code word or a signal. In case we’re about to get caught,” Delilah said, peeking through the curtain.
“Alright, how about… red light.”
“Red light?” She looked back at me over her shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“Fine, we hear or see anything suspicious we say, red light. That way we know to stop whatever we’re doing.”
I nodded my agreement. “It’s a deal.”
“We should start with the Bible. Put it over on the windowsill,” she said, grabbing it with a grin.
My heart was pounding hard. I knew the risk coming here. And yet I came anyway. I couldn’t let her do this alone.
“What do you think about writing in it? Maybe something like ‘This Bible belongs to a douchebag’?”
She flashed me a smile that lit up her whole face and her shoulders shook with unshed laughter. “Only if you have a death wish. He could probably match your handwriting.”
I brought my fingers up to my temple and tapped twice. “Smart.”
“Someone has to be,” she quipped back.
Delilah had been at the school for a few months now, and during that time we’d grown close.
Or as close as we could be in the oppressive environment we were in.
Proximity was strictly monitored and most of our interactions happened in quick stolen moments or during Chemistry when we could only really talk about the subject we were studying.
Before her, I kept to myself. Enduring whatever was dished out in stride.
Abuse in the name of religion was something I was used to.
But once Delilah walked into those doors, a switch within me flipped.
She was able to sneak past the walls I built for myself with her dazzling smiles, quick wit, and boner-inducing curves.
Seeing her here in this hell enraged me in a way that had me doing stupid things.
Stupid things like breaking into a classroom when I knew the consequences could be dire. But for her? It was worth it.
I rummaged around on Pastor John’s desk, grabbing pens and switching their spots from their usual, precise location. The guy was anal retentive and couldn’t handle even a hair out of place. This would unravel him.
“Do you think he has any food hidden? I’m so sick of eating the garbage they serve here,” she said, poking around in the cabinets.
“Nah, he seems like a protein shake kinda guy,” I said.
“What a bummer, I could really go for a taco. Or some Twizzlers.”
“I don’t think it would be wise to eat a taco that’s been sitting out for who knows how long.”
“Shush. You know what I meant. What about you? What food do you miss having?”
“Pizza,” I said without hesitation.
“Toppings?”
“Extra cheese and pepperoni.”
She flashed me a smile that hit me right in my gut. “Sounds delicious.”
I swallowed hard not knowing if my reaction was from hunger or from the way Delilah made me feel. Maybe both.
“God, I am so sick of this place. I can’t even remember what it feels like outside this school. The first chance I get, I am running off into a field of daisies and disappearing forever,” she said.
“Why daisies?”
“Because they’re my favorite,” she said simply, and I tucked away that kernel of information for later.
Next, I went for the binder he kept with the lesson plans and started flipping through the pages.
It was full of notes, Bible verses, and Delilah’s name written over and over again.
My thumb flicked over the thick paper’s edges.
I’d suspected Pastor John might have a fixation on Delilah from the way he kept singling her out, but this?
Her name all scratched into these pages with a singular focus that scared me.
He was a grown ass man. Our teacher. A man that paraded around these haunted halls flaunting his faith like a holy and good man, commanding the fear of those around him.
Only, he wasn’t holy, and he for sure wasn’t good.
He had his sights set on that headmaster position, probably for the significant bump in salary, but for now the teachers were more than comfortable on the dimes of donors who were insistent on churning out the next generation of devout followers.
A hand pressed hard against my back with a light giggle.
I closed the binder shut quickly so she didn’t see her name splattered across those pages. If it freaked me out, I could only imagine what it would make her feel. As I turned, I caught a mischievous glint in Delilah’s eyes.
“Tag! You’re it!” She said, already scurrying away from me.
An involuntary smile pulled at my lips as I tracked her through the rows of desks.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked, pushing off the desk and stalking slowly towards her.
She glanced back at me, her blonde hair dancing in the soft moonlight that was filtering through the windows. There wasn’t anywhere for her to go, and I had her cornered in a few strides.
“Caught you,” I said, gripping onto her waist.
Both of us were breathing heavily as if we had run a mile.
“That’s not how the game works,” she said as I crowded her against the back wall. It was covered in inspirational posters and cherry-picked bible verses.
“Oh? And how is the game supposed to work?” I asked.
She spun around in my arms so that our chests brushed up against each other. We were so close that I could feel her breath on me and could see the dilation in her pupils.
“You’re supposed to tag me, so I can tag you back. ”
“My mistake,” I murmured. My hands found a sliver of her skin that was peeking out from her pajamas. She felt warm. I traced that line with my thumb, feeling the smoothness of her morph into goosebumps with that small, but deliberate touch.
“I guess you could cut me some slack though, seeing as how it’s my birthday,” I said.
“It’s your birthday?”
I nodded.
Our lips were so close now that the tip of my nose rubbed against hers.
“Happy birthday,” she said, licking her lips. “I feel like I should get you a present, but I don’t have anything.”
“This is a good enough present,” I said, eyes roaming her face.
Her hands found my biceps and pulled me closer ever so gently. My brain had gone quiet, thinking nothing of the outside world. She and I were all that existed. Not Kingston. Not our shitty parents. Just her and I and this moment.
Time seemed to stretch as she lifted onto her toes and closed the gap between us. Our mouths found each other, meeting in a heady kiss that seared itself on my soul. Her lips tasted like mint mixed with pure, unyielding heat.
My hands roamed the length of her body, finding the sweet peaks of her nipples straining against the cotton of her pajamas. My cock surged to life, rutting up against her center with desperation. I felt like I could come just from this alone.
“Fuck,” I moaned into her mouth, kissing her again.
When the tip of her tongue teased against mine, I nearly detonated in my pants, making me rear away from her to take a steadying breath before I embarrassed myself.
She looked up at me through heavy lashes, her chest rising and falling against my hands that were still clutched to her supple breasts.
They felt so right in my grasp. My thumbs gently slid over her pebbled nipples and her mouth popped open in response.
She liked that, I noted. Filing away that information.
“I want to see these,” I said, finding her buttons. My hips were still rocking up into her despite myself. Any restraint I had was gone. I couldn’t be certain with how dark it was in here, but I swear I thought I saw a hint of a blush staining her cheeks.
She bit down on her bottom lip and let go of my arms. I dropped my hold on her and watched with rapt attention as she undid her buttons until she got all the way to the bottom.
Her fingers lingered at the opening, before she slowly pulled the fabric away, revealing her heavy, round tits.
They were full and firm and perfect. The rosebud color of her nipples matched her puffy kissed lips.
And her soft stomach seemed to shudder with every breath.
“Touch me. Please,” she begged and I snapped with those three words.
My hands and lips were on her, finding every part of her skin that I could. I especially liked that hollow divot that existed between her clavicle and her neck. A part of me wanted to mark her there, but I knew that any physical evidence would result in a severe punishment.
I kissed up her neck and then over to her lips, sinking deep into the feel of her.
Her hands raked down the length of my back, and I felt my balls seize up without my permission. Before I could rein it in, I was coming hard in my pants. A hot, wet sticky mess seeping into the crevices of my underwear.
“Did you just?—”
“Yeah, I… fuck. Sorry,” I said. Embarrassed was an understatement.
She shook her head, “That’s okay. I’m flattered, actually.”
“We should probably get out of here before anyone catches us,” I said breathing hard.
“Right.”
The moonlight filtered through the room giving me a perfect view of Delilah, and how fucking stunning she was. She buttoned her top and tucked her golden hair behind her red tipped ears. So, she was blushing, I noted.
I adjusted my pants but noticed the glaring splotch in the center. Delilah noticed it too and looked all too pleased with herself.
A fresh wave of humiliation sunk its teeth into me, but if she enjoyed that, then I’d wear the cum stain like a badge of honor.
We went our separate ways, but I carried the feel of her lips and the way she felt beneath my hands with me to replay in my mind all night, hoping I could find another chance to get her alone.
With how heavily monitored the school was, it was a miracle we were even able to make tonight happen. But if it happened once, it could happen again.