(Note: All of the characters in this story are fictional, bearing no resemblance to anyone living or dead, and they are all at least 18 years of age.)
With most of the students gone home for the day, Shermer High School became a haven for lovers. There were closets in every room, as well as various exits and hidden passageways that could not be all patrolled. As the sports teams practiced, students paired off to grope and fondle to the extent they were able. There were no days in which that staid high school didn't see its share of connubial interaction.
This day was no different.
Several couples peeked into the props closet and found Sherry Davis lying dazed on the red velvet divan, awash in a pool of cum. (This is another story altogether). They left her there with a discreet snicker, leaving to seek other accommodations. There were two spacious exits leading from either side of the auditorium. These often served to shield lovers from discovery. The art class, the wood shop and the chorus room also served as platforms for illicit intercourse. There'd even been a rumor that one audacious couple used the vice-principal's office desk to sate their lust. Vice-principal Sullivan became aware of the rumor. He made it his business to henceforth lock his office at the end of the day.
Dina Castleton was blessed/cursed with the largest set of tits in the school. Dina was blonde with pouty ruby lips, supple buttocks and an inordinately svelte waist. Horn-rimmed glasses covered her baby blue eyes. No athlete, Dina was voluptuous in every sense of the word. She'd been enduring taunts and abuse from the boys since fourth grade, and caused a general sensation when, in the seventh grade, she'd shown up in the girl's locker room shower shorn of her previously hirsute glory.
Most of the girls in school longed to be Dina. The boys' taunts were largely thinly disguised attempts to gain her attention. Any of them would be proud to be seen alongside her. Dina knew this. Early on, Dina learned to be picky about who she'd be seen with. She let it be known that any boy that taunted or grabbed her breasts and ran off stood no chance. To the girls she let on that she only dated college men. Dina said that high school boys were "immature". She'd dated Dennis Dengel briefly in ninth grade (another story) but quit him after he'd bragged about the number of pubic scalps dangling from his belt. That didn't deter Dennis from bragging about Dina's dangling pubic scalp.
Jules, Margaret and Ch'hiya now saw Dina slip into the gym. This was unusual. Dina had no reason to stay late after school. Margaret and Ch'hiya gave each other some side eye. Dina's thick patch of blonde pubic fur had grown back in.
"She'll be bald downstairs again tomorrow," both Margaret and Ch'hiya asserted with their eyes.
"Ho." Margaret snickered aloud.
Ch'hiya giggled. Jules just looked confused. He knew Dina casually though they didn't move in the same circles. She was a nice girl. That Margaret considered her a "ho" left him bewildered. Girls were always sniping at each other.
Dina looked around the gym. She spotted Jules up and the stands and waved to him. Then, just as quickly as she'd entered, Dina was gone. Few noticed.
It was unusual to see Dina alone. She usually ran with her wolf pack, a group that included Sandy Monk, Gail Gentric, Paula Fuller and, occasionally, the Desman twins. Collectively they were known as the College Blondes. The origin of the term "college" was unknown. Of the aforementioned, only Paula Fuller enrolled in Advanced Placement classes, alongside Jules and Ch'hiya. All the other College Blondes were academically average, destined for JUCO, and probably early baby mama status.
Sue and Sandy Desman were practicing with the cheerleading team when Dina popped into the gym. They didn't notice their running buddy. Jules wondered after the remaining members of the College Blondes. They were a clique unto themselves, and held themselves above the normal high school fray.
Jules excused himself from present company. He decided to follow Dina. The school halls were largely deserted; only the gymnasium bristled with life. Jules wondered what Dina might be up to. She, like he, had no business to tend after school. Basketball practice wouldn't be over for ninety minutes. Dina wouldn't even need to shower with the team. (Of course, Jules was completely unaware of the "she shaved" dynamic, in which girls advertised their sex lives by way of their razor blades).
Emerging from the gym, Jules saw Dina disappear around a corner.
"Hey! Dina!!" he called.
Dina didn't respond. When Jules reached that same corner he saw her vanish around yet another corner, this one to the wide hallway leading to the school pool.
Jules called to her again. Dina didn't turn back.
The pool hallway ended in a stairwell that lead upstairs to a viewing deck. The whole hallway smelled of warm chlorine. It rang with echoes from the expansive pool venue where the team swam laps. Dina had either gone into the pool venue or up the stairwell. Jules bet the latter.
The viewing deck was a glass-enclosed patio looking down upon the pool itself. It boasted several rows of comfort seating, a juice bar, and a large wrap-around sofa. The latter two amenities couldn't be seen from the pool deck or the limited bleachers below. Also, the viewing glass was reflective, that is, one could see out of the patio. People in the pool could not see in.
Jules arrived at the viewing deck to find Dina and two other members of the College Blondes conversing. Paula Fuller and Sandy Monk were both there, clad in one-piece bathing suits and wraparound towels. Jules arrived just in time to hear Dina say:
"I just saw him in the gym. He's following me. He should be here in..."
Here, Jules' presence cut her short. The three women cut their conversation off after the manner of people who were just talking about a person and that person suddenly appeared. There was an awkward pause. Dina shot Paula a look.
"Go ahead," she said. "ASK him."
Paula seemed taken aback. She was not ready to go down a path that clearly all three girls knew well. Dina prodded her again. Jules just stood there like a third wheel.
"Jules," Paula began. "We've known each other since, what, third grade?"
Jules thought back. Yes, that was about right.
"And ever since I've known you, you've always been harping on this religion of yours. Well, not "harping". That's not the word I want to use. Let's just say you're known as a firm believer in your religion. Heck, you've been to my house on Saturday mornings with those little magazines in your hands."
Jules readily agreed. Everybody knew him as JW. He wasn't sure where this conversation was going.
"OK, Jules," Paula continued. "Your name has come up repeatedly recently. Dina, here, has bet me that you're not, what's the word? "Virginal"? We were counting all the virgins in the school. I said that you are one, maybe the only male in the school that still is. Dina says you're not. I would take your word for it, but Dina says she won't. Dina says you'd have to survive "the test".
Jules didn't know how to respond.
"What test?" he stammered.
"Well, I don't know how to say this. You'd have to let us, you know, smell it."
