101 EROTICA STORIES (113 page)

The tempestuous and continuous rains fall down heavily in this dark evening. Noise shuttered down, windows closed, lights being blurred everywhere. The small town of Oaks had been experiencing these kinds of rains for some time now, with little explanation from both local and national weather stations. Oaks was fairly quiet, and the unwelcome rain made it so noisy that evening.

In the halls of the local college was one young man, dressed in shorts and a sleeveless top, just entering the halls without worry, without exaggerating a heartbeat, and with a simple flashlight carried by his right hand. The young man, wet from head to toe, seemed like a student in the college, the only one in town and seemingly which became familiar to all residents of Oaks aged 19 years above. The college’s halls were pitch dark in that strong rained evening, and no noise can be heard from within, except for the deep breaths and sighs of that young man who had seemingly ran away from home just so that he could bring a flashlight and light up whatever is inside those halls of his college.

The school itself was not so grandeur as to invite anyone inside. It was one big building, housing everything from an Olympic sized pool, to a good enough gymnasium. The walls of the school were made to look like it had not received proper treatment for a good couple of decades. The classrooms were lighted just enough for a class of 50, but not enough for people to enjoy reading in it. The chalkboards were also as old as the school’s founding itself, and rarely were they renovated or replaced.

The town of Oaks was content in having that college, but that young man who had just run inside it in the middle of the night and in torrential rains was not content, in the least. He had wanted to find something inside there, one he thought he could not find if it were in the middle of the day and when all students were there trying desperately to study and better themselves.

The college building itself, however, seemed to welcome the young man. When he came, the gates were barely locked, and the young man found it too easy to enter, but he did so without hesitation. The windows were all closed, and except for a suspiciously open one right in the front of the school’s entrance, which the young man used coyly to enter the building.

The young man, about 19 years of age, was there now, breathing heavily still, and lighting his flashlight he started to uncover a lingering thought he wants to get rid of once and for all.

You see, that young man, Erin was his name, was one of the more recluse students in Oaks College. He had only a handful of friends, and he wasn’t really the first person picked in any kind of sports activity. He also wasn’t the brightest bulb in his class, nor was he the dimmest. He was your average 19 year old, with a little bit of nerd inside of him, as he appreciated video games more than your average student, too.

Erin had been hearing some sort of unpleasant noises at the start of that school year’s semester. It all began when he stumbled upon a white linen cloth in one of the less visited halls in the basement of the school. He was sent there to pick up some spare dodge balls for his physical education class. The basement then, as it was now, was damp and had a dimming light which did not really serve its purpose well. It was also home to the school’s reserve generator, which looked more like a sleeping, dangerous robot menacing a big and dark shadow. He had always wondered why a white linen cloth, so pure and clean, was lying there as he got some dodge balls in one of the basement’s closets. He had also wondered if the owner of that cloth, like a handkerchief but not so, was still around, considering the pristine condition he had found it in. He also had the sudden urge to smell, quite strangely, the cloth upon picking it up, and there he noticed a faint lavender smell, as though the cloth belonged to that of one of the female college students there. On his way up, he had heard only a faint call, coming from the basement below, whispering “Erin”. When he looked back, he had asked who was there, to no answer.

In the days that passed, Erin was bothered with even stranger noises. He would hear, and upon confirmation from one of his friends that it was only he who could hear, a faint buzzing noise, like a bee was swirling around his head. He would also hear faint screams, as though someone nearby was in agony, but when he looked for that someone, he found no one. While he was trying to pee himself to satisfaction in one of the comfort rooms in the first floor of the school, he also heard a girl crying. He thought that someone, and a girl mistaken, was hiding in the men’s room. But upon checking all of the cubicles, they were all empty.

These strange occurrences persisted on as the weeks of the semester got by, and it seemed to affect Erin quite negatively. He failed, for the first time, an exam, because of these noises. He rarely got sleep as the noises seemed to follow him in his home, even fooling him that he had been sleeping with someone else in his bed, as faint sounds of breathing, that of a young woman, was heard by him, as though that same girl was breathing steadily beside him. This contributed gravely to his lack of sleep. There were also instances where he couldn’t eat, as every munch and every crunch made by his meal was echoing deeply into his own head, and as though it was more of a pain to hear himself eating than it was being screamed off loudly face to face. His parents were of no help either, as his failed exam, and his gaunt and haggard exterior only got reprimand and a scolding from both of them. They had worried for him sure, but they were not sure themselves as to what Erin was experiencing. Neither did Erin.

All those times, he had neatly tucked the white linen cloth he found into his pocket. Sometimes, he would play with it, and it came to a point that it was more of a habit to look at it, observe, and blank out all other things in his surroundings, but that of the white linen cloth. It had more of a soothing effect on him. He would touch it once, and he felt content. He would touch it again, and the feeling of ecstasy was almost identical to what he was feeling. He would try to let himself in a corner during break time at school and just look at that white linen cloth. It was as though he was in a trance every time he did look. He would even miss meals and even classes because of so much time being engulfed by that cloth.

It was only a matter of time, however, when he realized that what was happening to him began thanks to him finding that cloth. He was an avid gamer, and that made him more aware of a “supernatural” thought given to that linen cloth. He wondered where its origins lie, and what was pulling him to touch, and caress, and look at that linen cloth all day and all night. His attachment to the cloth, he thought to himself, and at a moment of clarity, was something he must purge, if he wants to retain the life he knew well.

Clutching the white linen cloth on that rainy and dark night, Erin proceeded, with his lone flashlight, to the basement where he had found it. He had quite a hard time locating the basement, as he zig-zagged himself into the labyrinth of a school. The darkness, the rain, the lack of light was almost too much for his fearful self to encumber, but he did manage to get to the basement. There, he was perplexed. The basement, although dark and without light, was seen by his eyes as if it was purely lighted. He tried to clear his head, put his palms unto his eyes and rub it to see if he was hallucinating, but he was not. He even turned off his flashlight and proceeded to the deeper areas of the schools basement. There he saw the reserve generator, like a sleeping giant, as though he was seeing it in broad daylight. He also saw each and every locker, closet, and tables arranged there. He even saw some mice fleeing away from him. His perplexed demeanor turned into confusion when he noticed that the supposed dead-end of the basement had a door. The door, wooden, brown, and dilapidated, suddenly hinged itself open, but only for a little space. When the door opened, the white linen cloth he was holding suddenly flew away from him and into the door, as if it was sucked right from under him. He followed the cloth, inside, which he did, and when he stood up after picking the cloth he realized that the door only housed a small space, like a mini closet, or a janitor’s closet. As he was about to leave the small space, he was greeted with:

“Erin”.

A voice that seemed to echo to every nook and cranny of that small space, came from a woman, who, as if out of nowhere suddenly appeared there, in front of him. Erin was scared, he had thought of her as a ghost. But she was rose-cheeked, like blood was still flowing freely, and lively, from all over her body. She was wearing a school uniform too, standard edition in fact. The woman was smiling, staring at Erin, with all innocence that one would find impossible not to look at, and not in the least menacing.

“I see you found my cloth”, the woman told Erin.

Erin, still nerve-racked and very much still, looked at the woman, whom she can see every inch of her face, despite the lack of light in that small space. He was wondering if he was still hallucinating, and he was wondering, too, if it was just one big dream.

When the woman touched his crotch, though, Erin knew it wasn’t a dream.

The woman suddenly overpowered Erin, and he was forced to the wall of that small space, big enough for probably only three people. She started kissing him, much to the chagrin of Erin, who had never been kissed by a woman before, much less on the lips, with a tongue sticking out and filling every corner of Erin’s mouth. Erin suddenly pushed off the woman, and asked:

“Who are you? Why are you doing this?”

The woman replied: “silly. I’m thanking you for the linen cloth”.

Erin looked at the woman, head to toe, and she was indeed a beauty to behold. The short skirt of their school’s uniform revealed beautifully the woman’s almost perfect and ample legs. Her hips hugged the uniform tightly, and perfectly. Her chests telling of a perfect set of breasts, and her face unlike any other face Erin had seen before. He looked at her eyes and he was mesmerized, to say the least. It was as though he was being pulled unto her when he looked at her eyes, deep violet in color, and as though what he had been experiencing with the cloth, he was experiencing with her now. Erin touched the woman’s face, to make sure, again, if all what was happening was real, and it was.

“Erin. Fuck me”, suddenly said the woman.

Erin can do nothing but oblige, as the woman reached as fast as she could for his crotch once more, at the same time kissing him, and his neck, with so much passion and ferocity. In that pitch black night where the rain blankets all other noise, no one could hear the passionate, lustful breathing and screaming of two making out in the basement of the school. The woman put Erin’s hands unto her ass, and Erin felt every corner of that ass. Erin also tried to pull his pants down, and revealed an already bulging brief. He also tried, as was his imagination, to remove the woman’s school shirt. He also tried to reach for the woman’s panties, which was so easy given the uniform’s mini skirt. When Erin removed the woman’s shirt, he had found her braless, and there he immediately saw a perfect set of tits, nipples standing out, bouncing gleefully, to the delight of Erin. The woman also reached for Erin’s cock, as she did so successfully, and she kneeled in front of him to get a better look of that cock. As she was kneeling down, she was looking up at Erin and was grinning, and as she tasted the cock for the first time, first with a lick of the head, she was giggling. This made Erin’s cock thump and throb like never before. The woman in front of him was receiving him whole with her mouth, and her saliva was dripping down the floor as she tried to deep throat her way with Erin’s cock. She also cradled Erin’s balls, clean-shaven, and also played with the shaft using both her hands. Next, she grabbed Erin’s ass, played with his asshole for a bit, as she licked and sucked with her tongue and cheeks both of Erin’s balls. Erin, again, could do nothing but watch.

The woman also made her way inside her panties and inside of her, which was already wet. And as she was fingering herself she continued with her oral onslaught of the dick that was throbbing in front of her. Erin pulled her up suddenly, and he immediately pulled the panties of the woman down, put her on the wall, and tried to open her up for him to penetrate. The woman helped Erin, as she herself opened her legs and positioned it nicely for Erin’s cock to go inside.