A Day on the Edge

Like all great stories, mine starts with the main protagonist (yours truly) being stuffed inside a storage locker.

How did I get here?

Grayson Smyth! That’s how I got here, though some might say it was my smart mouth.

Look, I may have made a few comments yesterday in math. Looking back now, perhaps suggesting that Grayson might be part ape wasn’t my smartest move. That doesn’t mean I deserve to be cornered after science and crammed into a tiny metal locker that typically houses lab coats.

Unfortunately for me, the locker was the perfect width so that when Grayson and his two cronies pushed me inside, my shoulders became wedged in, causing the metal sides to bow outwards. With my arms pinned to my sides, I found myself helplessly trapped as he closed and latched the door. Even if I could shuffle myself forward, I wouldn’t have room to move my hands close enough to free the latch.

With very few options available to me, I took a moment to reflect. Perhaps I had taken it a bit far, offering Grayson my banana after class yesterday. At the time, I’d received a chorus of laughter from my fellow classmates. Grayson, himself, had just smiled and shaken his head jovially. I had thought he’d taken it all in good humour, but apparently, Grayson was the grudge-holding type.

Now, by this point, you’re probably expecting me to start rambling about how I’m a misunderstood genius, with a frail frame and a chip on my shoulder after years of being scorned by my peers. But that’s not my story. The truth is that while I’m an intelligent student and I do well at school, I’m definitely by no means a genius. Which, come to think of it, is probably why I’m currently jammed inside a cupboard. I’m also not weedy or unpopular. I’m slightly taller than average with short dark hair and dark brown eyes. I’m in good shape and play point guard for the school basketball team. I’m not part of the popular crowd, but I have a good group of friends and generally get on well with everyone. In the past, I’ve definitely been accused of having a smart mouth, but I’ve always been able to talk my way out of most sticky situations. Not today, though. Grayson seemed to be on a mission, ignoring all of my protests and eloquent apologies as he shunted me towards the lockers.

I sighed loudly, hoping that this wasn’t the start of some sort of trend. I’ve read enough books and seen enough bullies to know that they can make your life hell once you get on someone’s radar.

With great effort, I flexed and relaxed my arms, trying to shimmy myself closer to the door. It sort of worked. After a few minutes of grunting and flexing, I had gotten myself level with the door. There was a row of vents right at my eye height, which allowed me to see the bottom half of most of the classroom. The only problem was that now that I was closer to the door, the locker walls had far less flex. I discovered that my arms were pinned so tightly that not only could I not move them to turn the door latch, but I also couldn’t move to get back to the middle.

I gave another groan of frustration. They’d locked me in here right before recess and I was pretty sure this classroom was empty for the first period afterwards. Not only would I be stuck here for a long time, but I would also be the laughing stock of the school when I was eventually found.

Then, miracle upon miracles, I heard someone open the door to the classroom. I opened my mouth to call out, then hesitated, staring through the vent warily. If this was Grayson returning to taunt me, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg.

I heard the door close and the lock click. That wasn’t a good sign. Why would someone lock themselves in a class during recess unless they were planning to torture me?

As I peered through the vent, a pair of long, slender legs came into view. It was a girl, but I didn’t know who. I knew it was a student based on the pleated blue skirt that she wore. I opened my mouth to call out for help, but then I paused once again as my curiosity got the better of me. As I watched, the girl crossed the room and stopped before Mr Nisbett's lab equipment. Mr Nisbett was our chemistry teacher and he liked to keep a set of test tubes, beakers and other science apparatus on a white rack beside his desk. He was quite pedantic about the rack, ensuring everything was perfectly in place at the end of each lesson. The girl stepped back from the rack and I could see something in her hand as she stepped behind the desk. She disappeared from view for a second before reappearing on the other side of the desk. As I watched, she sat down on Mr Nisbett's desk, facing the classroom with her back to me. From my current position, I had a side view of this mystery girl. Unfortunately, her face and upper body were still obscured, leaving me still guessing at her identity.

The girl lifted her legs up onto the desk, opening them wide as she scooted her ass back into the middle. She reclined backwards, bracing herself with both arms before pulling something from the pocket of her skirt. I let out a silent gasp as I realised what she was holding – a glass dildo! It was about five inches long and made of clear glass, with a slender, curved shaft and a bulbous head. There was no denying it, this mystery girl was sitting on Mr Nisbett's desk, brandishing a glass dildo!

By now, all thoughts of calling out had deserted my mind. I would happily have stayed in this cupboard all day if it meant I could voyeur on this leggy beauty.

As I watched on, captivated, the girl's hand dipped between her legs and began to make a slow stroking motion. I swear my eyes boggled out of my head like a cartoon character at this point. The whole scene just seemed so unbelievable. Who was this girl and why was she apparently masturbating on Mr Nisbett's desk?

The girl let out an audible moan, and the pace of her hand quickened as she guided the cool glass back and forth across her sex.

I watched on, mesmerised as the girl paused for a moment and appeared to remove her panties, discarding them on the floor.

Lying back against the table, the girl held the dildo high above herself for a moment. From this angle, I could see her long blonde hair falling about her shoulders, but I still couldn’t see her face.

Slowly, the girl placed the opaque phallus between her legs and began to stroke up and down again gently. I held in a groan of frustration as I watched. From where I stood, I was agonisingly close to seeing her pussy, my view was only just obscured by the folds of her skirt, which the girl had rolled up onto her midriff.

Then the dildo stopped stroking, and I watched in amazement as the girl cork screwed it back and forth for a few seconds before it slid out of view.

It was like watching the best goddamn magic show in the world. I watched, captivated as time and time again the girl made the dildo disappear and reappear, now glistening with her arousal.

Suddenly, the other hand came into play, and I gawked as she began to make small circles using the fingers of her other hand on what I assume was her clitoral region.

This action seemed to kick things up a gear as both her hands picked up speed. I strained against my confines, fighting to hear the little whimpers and sighs that escaped her lips. I stretched myself forward, trying desperately to improve my field of view. I’d give anything to see this girl's face wrapped in the throes of passion.

The girl's voice became louder, and her moans became more desperate as she approached her peak. Then suddenly, without warning, she whipped the glass invader from her pussy, dropping it on the desk with a clatter. I saw her hands grip the edge of the desk with all her strength. Her back arched and her hips flexed forward. I held my breath, craning my head as I waited for the explosion, but it never came. After about five seconds, the tension seemed to seep from her body, and the girl slumped back against the desk, looking deflated.

I didn’t understand. Had she cum? Was that it? Did I miss it? I strained forward with everything I had, hoping desperately to see her face.

Of course, in my wild lust, I had forgotten entirely about my current predicament. Unfortunately, you can only flex a piece of sheet metal so far before it reverberates with a loud popping noise like a gong, and that’s precisely what happened at that moment. Worse still, the reverberation clearly shifted something on the floor near my feet, causing it to fall over with a loud bang.

The girl sat bolt upright like she’d been shot. She jumped off the desk and frantically pulled on her white cotton panties. I thought she was going to run for it, but instead she marched right over to the cabinet and paused in front of the door. I held my breath in apprehension. In one swift movement, the girl grabbed the handle and turned it, pulling the door open. I stared out at her, looking like a deer in the headlights, as the girl gave a loud squawk of surprise, jumping backwards.

I found myself equally surprised as I stared in shock. This wasn’t just any girl. This was Vera Stoneham!

Vera was one of the most popular girls in school. She was strikingly beautiful, with long blonde hair and a confident smile. She had a lithe, slender body and a narrow, delicate face.

Vera wasn’t just beautiful, either. She was smart, funny and kind. This girl was the whole damn package. We shared a few classes this year, and last term we’d even been in the same group for a physics project. We’d gotten on well at the time, and truth be told, I’d spent many a day swooning after her. But unfortunately, we both ran in different circles, and she was a goddess on earth while I was a mere mortal. I’d already accepted that she was out of my reach. Instead, I would have to be content with the few opportunities I got to bask in her radiant presence. Opportunities like today.

Then there were Vera’s eyes. She had the brightest green eyes. They were like deep green pools, so warm and friendly. I could have stared into her eyes for hours without complaint. Except for right now, that is, because her eyes were currently staring at me with fire and rage. They flashed as she spoke.

“What the fuck are you doing, Travis?”

“Ahh, well, you see it's kind of a funny story. If you’ll just help me out of this cupboard, I’d be quite happy to share it with you.”

Vera crossed her arms and cocked her hip to the side, glaring at me as if to say ‘Dream on, loser.’ I know she was trying to be intimidating, but given she was about half a head shorter than me, the effect was just so damn sexy it was distracting.

“Well..?” Vera tapped her foot impatiently, and I realised I was just gawking at her like a moron.

“Right… So the thing is… Grayson… Um, Grayson Smyth!”

She stared at me with a look on her face that told me she was starting to doubt if I had the ability to speak in full sentences. Feeling the need to explain myself better, I rambled on.

“Grayson Smyth stuffed me in here after Chemistry. I may have insinuated that he was an ape yesterday in maths and perhaps offered him a banana… It was hilarious at the time, but apparently, he didn’t think so, and now here I am. But I didn’t see or hear anything. I’ve been trapped in here for almost half an hour, so if you could just grab my hand and pull me out.”

Vera gave me a scornful look.

“Really? You didn’t see anything? That’s a pretty weird thing to say to someone who just found you hiding in a cupboard. The fact you're saying you didn’t see anything makes me think you saw something!”

“Sorry, not to get distracted,” I interjected. “But, I just want to be clear, I’m definitely not hiding in here. I was stuffed in here against my will.”

“So you say.” Her eyes bored into me like lasers. “So what didn’t you see, Travis?”

“Nothing, I saw nothing.” I offered up feebly as I stared down at my feet, trying to avoid her eye.

“You’re a lousy liar Travis.”

I felt Vera’s delicate hand on my face as she slowly lifted my chin until our eyes met once again. I stared at her in surprise and confusion as her gentle touch distracted me from the fierceness of her gaze. When she spoke the words came out slowly, each word carefully enunciated. “What did you see, Travis?”

With nowhere else to look, I stared into her green eyes as I replied. “I saw you sitting on Mr Nisbett's desk… then I saw you relaxing… ah… between your legs… but I couldn’t see what you were doing… all I saw was your hand moving fast... You could have been doing anything.”

As I recounted what I saw, it felt like the temperature in the room increased a few degrees. I felt the blood begin to flow between my legs as I relived the whole erotic encounter.

It was hard to be sure, but as I spoke, Vera’s breathing seemed to become heavier, the rise and fall of her chest became distracting, and it took all my willpower to maintain eye contact.

Vera was having no such issue, holding my gaze with a steady, measured countenance until finally she spoke.

“You saw me masturbating, didn’t you, Travis?”

Her words crashed into my consciousness, and I felt my manhood begin to swell between my legs. It had been shocking enough to see her on the desk, but now, hearing her describe the act so blatantly, it all felt so taboo.

I swallowed loudly as I racked my brain for an intelligent response. When nothing materialised I just gave a slight nod of my head, praying that she wouldn’t discover the now full-blown erection between my legs.

“Ugh!” Vera released my face, turning away in frustration. I watched as she paced back and forth for a few moments, clearly thinking hard. While she was distracted, I tried everything in my power to cover my erection, but it was no good. My hips were held tight by the walls of the cabinet, not allowing me to twist in any way, and my hands were unable to reach low enough due to my pinned shoulders.

Apparently, making up her mind about something, Vera turned back to face me again.

“So, Travis, what are we going to do? I can’t very well let you out now that you’ve seen me. But I also can’t leave you here. Let’s face it, that would just be delaying the inevitable, because eventually someone will set you free.”

At this point I cut in, hoping to persuade her. “I won’t tell a soul, I promise! We can pretend like this never happened!”

Vera gave me a scornful look. “Please, Travis. I’m sure you mean that now, but at some point, whether it’s in a week's time, a year’s time or perhaps even ten years from now. At some point, you’re going to tell someone about what you saw.”

“I won’t! Honest Vera! I promise!”

Vera stared at me thoughtfully. “The problem is you’ve caught me in a compromising position, and there’s no way I can guarantee your silence. What we need is a square up. Something to ensure your silence.”

It was my turn to narrow my eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean we need to square the ledger, Travis. You caught me doing something embarrassing. If I witness you doing something equally as embarrassing, then we’re even.”

I stared at her incredulously. “Y-you want me to… to… masturbate in here?”

“Well over there on Mr Nisbett's desk to be precise,” she replied, gesturing with a flick of her head.

“I can’t do that!”

Vera shrugged as a smug smile played across her face. “Sure, you can. It looks like you’re already ready to go.” She glanced down pointedly for a brief moment before her eyes returned to my face. I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I avoided looking her in the eye.

I searched the room desperately for a way out, but none presented itself. With a big sigh, I returned Vera’s gaze. “Fine. I’ll square the ledger…”

A smile broke out across Vera’s face, and I felt a warmth spread through my chest as I basked in her glow. My joy was short-lived, however, as she stepped back and pulled out her phone. Before I could even say anything, I realised she had snapped a picture of me.

“Hey, what’s the big idea? I thought we had a deal?”

Vera smiled at me sweetly. “We do. This is just insurance to make sure you stay true to your word. Once I help you out, I don’t want you to go back on your word. Once you’ve sat on Mr Nisbett's desk and squared the ledger I’ll delete the picture and we’ll be even. Now, do you want me to help you out?”

I nodded slowly, trying to keep my exasperation with the whole situation under wraps.

“Oh, one last thing. I didn’t get to cum before, so you don’t get to either. You have to get yourself right to the edge of orgasm and then stop. Otherwise, the deal's off.”

I gave her a bewildered look, but Vera just stared up at me sternly. After a moment I relented under her searing gaze.

“Sure, you get me out of here and I’ll get myself right to the edge of orgasm,” I replied with a resigned shrug.

Her smile returned immediately. “Right, let’s get you out of here then.”

“Thanks, if you just grab my hand, I might be able to…”

“Nah.” Ignoring my suggestion, Vera leaned forward and pushed me in the chest with all her strength. I slid back into the centre of the cupboard. I could feel the metal flex further around my shoulders. Then Vera grabbed my arm and tried to tug me out. I twisted, coming forward a short way. Frowning, she braced one foot against the cabinet and tugged at my arm with all her might. It felt like she was trying to pull my arm out of its socket, but finally, I felt my body shift. With a large twang, I came free, toppling down on top of Vera as we both fell away from the cabinet.

“Sorry!” I cried, hastily reaching down to help her back up.

“It’s fine,” she said with a laugh. “I thought you were never coming out of there.”

I grinned at her nervously. “So… What now?”

“Now it’s your turn to masturbate.” Vera gave me a wicked grin as she walked over to the desk, and I felt an anxious knot twist in my stomach.

Without pausing, Vera scooped up the glass dildo, slipping it wordlessly into her pocket before sitting down in Mr Nisbett's chair. Grinning at me almost predatorily, she motioned towards the desk. “It’s all yours. I’m just going to sit here. That should offer me a similar view to the one I gave you.” She smirked as she said it, and I couldn’t keep a guilty smile from my face.

“That seems fair. I may have seen a little more than I initially let on.”

Vera raised her eyebrows at me suggestively as she pulled her legs up onto the chair, crossing them in front of her as she pressed her skirt down between her legs.

With my heart thumping in my chest, I hoisted myself up onto the desk and sat looking around at the empty classroom. The blinds were all closed and the door was locked, but still I couldn’t believe I was actually going to do this.

“Hehem.” Vera coughed behind me in a very clear signal that I should get on with things.

Taking a deep breath, I reached down and unzipped my fly. Shimmying my hips I managed to slide my shorts down an inch while peeling my jocks down my thighs far enough to free my cock.

I was already fully erect, and I could feel my member stiffening further as I stroked it gently a few times. Tracing my fingers across the soft head of my penis, I let out a sigh as they collected a droplet of precum. Using my thumb, I carefully spread the droplet along with the two that followed over my domed peak. By now, my cock was starting to throb with arousal as all the erotic pieces came together, sending blood to my engorged manhood. I stared down at my cock. Like me, it was a good size. Not overwhelming or intimidating, but at the same time, it was plenty big enough to adequately stretch a pussy and reach all the necessary places.

I began to slowly pump my erection, squeezing the shaft gently. Behind me, I heard a small whimper, and I started to turn.

“Don’t, Travis.”

I stopped mid-turn. I could feel the muscles in my neck twitching as I fought the desperate need to see what she was doing. Slowly, with a great effort, I turned back towards the front. I increased the rate of my pumping now, and I heard Vera give another whimper. I could feel my heart beating in my ears as I continued to masturbate, my pace increasing once again. My mind felt overwhelmed. Vera Stoneham was sitting behind me, masturbating in Mr Nisbett's chair while watching me masturbate on his desk! This thought, coupled with the risk that someone could enter the room at any moment, had me hanging on the edge in literally no time.

I felt my balls lift. I was so close! I wanted to cum so bad. Vera’s deal about not finishing hung in the back of my mind as I rapidly approached orgasm. Then Vera gave a long, low moan, and I found myself standing at the precipice, about to go over. I released my cock frantically, slapping it gently as I rocked my hips, trying to distract myself and stave off my imminent orgasm. I teetered for a few more moments and then finally felt my orgasm recede. I slumped forward, panting, my heart still racing in my chest. I heard Vera stand up and moved hastily to rehouse my throbbing cock, taking great care with the zipper. Turning, I faced Vera.

“That was really hot. I enjoyed watching you masturbate.” The words seemed to tumble out of her, and Vera’s cheeks flushed red immediately. I looked away for a moment feeling embarrassed and when I looked back I could see Vera’s face had flushed further as she stared bashfully down at her feet.

“I really enjoyed having you watch.” My throat seemed to have dried up because my voice came out cracked and raspy. But it didn’t matter. Vera looked up at me and beamed. The wild look of excitement was back in her eyes.

I don’t know what drove me to ask my next question; I suspect the battle lust of an unrealised orgasm may have resulted in severely lowered inhibitions.

“I don’t understand Vera, why didn’t we… finish?”

Vera’s smile turned coy as she replied. “Do you know what edging is, Travis?”

“Sure, I’m familiar with the concept.” It was my turn to blush now.

“Well, I had this idea a while ago that I would spend an entire day edging at every opportunity, all the way to midnight. I’ve got an alarm set on my phone for midnight tonight. The plan is, when I hear those three beeps tonight, I’m gonna cum like never before.”

Vera had clearly been riding the same wave of arousal as me because she suddenly seemed to realise how intimate the things she was telling me were. Averting her eyes, her foot traced a spot on the floor as her hands clasped in front of her.

“Can I join you?”

I don’t know who was more surprised by my words. We both jumped at the audacity of them. It felt like a car crash inside my head as my horny brain crashed into a brick wall and my rational brain suddenly regained control. In a panic, I opened my mouth about to take the words back. But before I could say anything, Vera derailed my thought processes once again.

“Sure… I think I’d like some company…” She paused for a moment, and I stared at her blankly as horny brain dusted itself off inside my head and began to wrestle back control from rational brain. “But I call the shots. This is my idea, so we do it my way.”

“Sounds good to me.” I don’t know who had control now, but I was just glad my brain had regained the ability to form words. “Ah… what’s the plan?”

Glancing down, Vera checked her watch. “Crap, we’ve got two minutes before recess finishes. Go get your books. Get to English as soon as you can. I’m going to point out where I want you to sit. You just follow my lead.”

I nodded at her dazedly. Her words sounded far off as they fought to penetrate the lustful haze that was filling my head.

Vera crossed the room and unlocked the door. She took a quick peek out to check that the coast was clear.

“Yo, earth to Travis. Let’s go.”

I shook my head, as if trying to dislodge water from my ears.

“Right, sorry. I’ll see you in English!”

I grabbed my chemistry books and raced past her out the door.