INTRODUCTION, DISCLAIMER & TRIGGER WARNING - At her Virginia Beach high school in early 2001, 18-year-old theatre kid Janelle Jepson is a real drama queen, her head in the clouds as she dreams of becoming a famous cinema, TV or theatre actress. Young Janelle often appears on the verge of breaking into song when she gets over-excited, but she does have a secret - a crush on the janitor Wayne, a brooding young heavy metal fan whose origins are in a trailer park across the border in rural Kentucky. Janelle's comfortable middle-class life is far removed from Wayne's life, but the attraction is there regardless. So will Janelle continue to be a goody-two shoes and not do anything about it, or will she give into her desires and lose her virginity to Wayne the janitor? One thing appears certain as Janelle arrives for school one Thursday soon after spring break - nothing interesting will happen this day as it is Janelle's time of the month and she has got her period with all the associated girls' problems. Or will things take a most unexpected turn?

All characters and events in this story are entirely fictional and any similarity to persons living or dead are coincidental and unintentional. Only characters aged 18 and over engage in sexual activity. Please note that there are very graphic scenes and discussions about periods in this story, which will definitely not be to everyone's taste. If menstruation is not your thing, please consider whether or not this story is for you before reading it. Otherwise, please enjoy 'Janelle & the Janitor' and rate and comment.

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If a search was done for the kid who most accurately fit the theatre kid stereo type at high school, that person would be a certain Miss Janelle Jepson of Virginia Beach, Virginia, USA, aka myself.

When I arrived into the world in November 1982, I don't think my parents knew what the innocent little baby girl asleep in her crib would turn into as she grew up. Mom, a mild-mannered bookkeeper, was always a quiet and conservative woman who loved gardening as a hobby, and Daddy a regular guy who worked in insurance and loved relaxing by working in the garden with Mom and watching sports on the weekends. My older brother Luke and my younger brother Adam were both average kids who liked sports. And then there was me.

From the time I could walk and talk I loved to be the center of attention, and I loved the performing arts and movies, musicals my favorite. I loved drama, both on the screen and off it, and when my brothers bought me a pink tee-shirt with 'Drama Queen' on the front for my sweet sixteen, it could not have been more accurate. I was in all the productions at school, usually playing the over-the-top dramatic characters that got most of the attention, and drama extended into my personal life outside of school. Running late for school, misplacing a pen, catching a cold, or getting a B as a grade would set off the most dramatic reactions imaginable in me.

I had friends in the drama club at school, but wasn't very popular outside of it. With the benefit of hindsight I wasn't a kid to invite popularity from my peers. I was a goody-two shoes teacher's pet type, who lived in a fantasy world half the time dreaming of becoming a popular Hollywood actress or a successful Broadway performer and couldn't get enough attention. I had a pretty big ego, but had enough self-awareness to never describe myself as pretty although I knew I was with my long dark brown hair, big brown eyes, flawless skin and slim figure with perfectly shaped C-cup breasts.

Mom and Daddy must have wondered how they came to have a dramatic daughter who loved singing, dancing and acting so much given nobody else in the immediate or extended family was into these hobbies. Mom loved me obviously but would often lecture me about modesty and how acting was a high-risk career with limited career prospects.

As for my Daddy, his favorite joke was always, "Now Janelle, you aren't going to break into song, are you?" whenever when I was in one of my melodramatic moods. Some of my other male relatives had also made this joke, as had some of my teachers over the years.

As for my sports loving brothers, I don't think they knew how they came to have a dramatic sister who went around the house and singing show tunes while doing chores and lived her life for the next production at school and would bring other theatre kids - some of whom were gay males - back to the house to learn their lines.

My senior year of high school in 2000-2001 was a busy time for me, with me being elected president of the drama club with a number of productions that year. I had a heavy study load and a part time job out of school with my aunt, and often sat up late at night high on black coffee and energy drinks studying to make sure I kept getting all A's and not end up in tears when I got a rare B for a test or assignment. But there was something else distracting me in my senior year. And that something was a young man.

At the age of 18, I had had a boyfriend in the past, but my home state Virginia suited me perfectly, I was a total virgin. The only guy to see my private female areas was my gynecologist, and the only things to have entered my vagina was tampons, but not even those very often. I only used tampons for gym class, otherwise I wore napkins to manage my periods. But with regards to guys, despite my promise to myself to concentrate on school and school productions, as soon as this guy came onto the scene my concentration levels wavered.

So who was this guy? A handsome football jock who caught my eye? I good looking male student who decided to join the drama group for his senior year? Perhaps a nice-looking young male teacher? No, the guy who had to distract me was the new janitor.

Prior to this, I don't think any girls would have had a crush on our previous two janitors. In my first year of high school, the janitor was an old guy who retired at the end of that year after doing the job for decades, and he was a bit of an old fusspot. Then came the second janitor, an overweight middle-aged African American man who was constantly scowling, growling, complaining and grumbling about everyone and everything. If there had been a drama queen award at the school for these two years, I would have gotten nowhere near it, the janitor would have beaten me easily. This grouchy janitor transferred schools at the end of two years, and we got a third janitor in the form of Wayne.

Wayne was much younger than his predecessors, I would have guessed about 23 or 24. He looked like a cross between a redneck and a metal head, often wearing black heavy metal shirts or ragged check shirts with jeans on his tall and fit frame. His light brown hair was relatively long and poorly kept, and he never said much, mainly going about his work and often answering questions asked of him in a cryptic way. I had never spoken to him directly and he had never spoken to me, but the drawl in his voice gave away his Southern origins.

I was very much attracted to his brooding good looks and would try and imagine what was going on his head as he went about his work. Sometimes my panties would get damp on the saddle as my clitoris responded to my fantasies about Wayne, and I would look out the windows of my classroom, watching Wayne at work pruning a bush or collecting trash. One time my distraction proved embarrassing. I was driving Mom's car and stopped at a red light and was thinking about Wayne so much that I wondered why all these cars were sounding their horns. Then I realized that I was the problem, I was so busy thinking about Wayne that I hadn't seen the light turn green, and could only wave an embarrassed apology to the angry drivers behind me.

Of course I never told any of my drama club friends about my feelings for Wayne. We had talked about him, but the other girls described him as 'a bit creepy', 'untrustworthy' and 'a bad guy'. And I especially never told my parents or brothers! If I did, I think that Mom would have ended up catatonic in a psych ward and Daddy would have fallen down dead with a fatal heart attack at the thought of their teenage daughter being anywhere near a guy like Wayne.

Shortly after school resumed following spring break 2001, we were rehearsing heavily for the upcoming musical theatre production and one Thursday afternoon after classes ended for the day we were in the school theatre going through our lines. It certainly wasn't going great this afternoon. None of us could remember our lines and we couldn't inject any life into the characters we had to put to stage in several weeks' time. I was especially frustrated at myself as I was in the lead role (what else?) and I was worst of the lot.

However, in my defense I did have two excuses. One, Wayne was in the drama center cleaning some blinds and I was distracted by the brooding redneck metal head, as dressed in his tight black jeans, black heavy metal tee-shirt, loose check-pattern shirt and boots he went about his work and I was most distracted by his brooding masculinity. The second reason was more personal. I was on my period.

My family proved that genetics can be strange. Apart from the usual womanly inconveniences every 28 days Mom had never really had any period problems. She had never had PMS, bloating, cramps or a heavy flow and it was the same for her sister and my maternal grandmother. I must have picked up the genes for girls' problems from Daddy's side of the family (where such things were never discussed), because I had all these things from the time I started having my periods, and then some.

Possessing a dramatic personality at the best of times, PMS made me even more so three or so days before I was due to start menstruating. I would turn into one hormonal, precious and cranky young lady who would burst into tears at the drop of a hat, and my brothers were terrified of me and would always say 'Don't go near Janelle.' My periods always took six days, and on the first three days my menstrual flow was always really heavy, my vagina expelling copious amounts of sticky dark red menstrual blood that smelled somewhere between expired tuna fish and ammonia into my panty pads. The first day of my period was obviously the worst, days two and three were really bad until on the fourth day of my cycle it lessened somewhat until it petered out completely on day six.

During my monthly visits from Aunt Flo I always felt so bloated it was like I had drunk half of the water in Chesapeake Bay, and the cramps from my uterus so bad that I would often curl up on my bed with a hot water bottle on my abdomen and cry, my hormones making me so much more emotional. I of course took painkillers but they only did so much and wore off sooner rather than later.

However, as if I didn't have enough to worry about with my uterus and my vagina, my digestive system also caused me issues on the first three days of my period. Sometimes it would affect the upper part of my digestive system, and I would throw up while cramping, usually on the first day of my cycle when it was the worst. I didn't vomit during every period, in fact sometimes I went several months without it happening, but regardless it did happen. However the problems with my lower digestive system happened without fail each month and were far worse and more embarrassing.

This Thursday was the second day of my period, so I was feeling like crap and also needed to take a crap as things finished up and we left the drama/music center. Normally, I visited the toilet and emptied my bowels three times a day, however when I was on my period I usually pooped six or seven times a day in the first three days of my cycle, often suffering from diarrhea that always smelled atrocious, which was made even worse given that I was always gassy when menstruating.

Everyone from the drama club made their way out towards the spring afternoon, as usual talking over the top of each other and I could see that Wayne was trying to concentrate on his work, and becoming quite irritated by the incessant mindless chatter of the drama kids as they went by.

My friend Kelly, a slim and pretty redhead, turned to me and asked, "Are you coming with us Janelle?"

I shook my head. "No, I need to go to the bathroom and then I'm going to go to the library across the street and study. My Dad said he'd pick me up from there later, he needs to return some books."

"Okay, see you tomorrow then Janelle," said Kelly.

"See you then," I said as Kelly and the others departed.

Everyone else was now out, and it was just Wayne and I left in the drama and music center, Wayne seemingly glad to be rid of the incessantly talking teenagers and being able to get on with his work in quiet, and me making haste for the girls' bathroom. I really needed to pee, and the urgency in my back passage was growing worse by the second.

As I reached the door of the girls' bathroom, I stole a glance over my shoulder and couldn't help noticing that Wayne wasn't working on the blinds any more. He seemed to be looking through his bag of supplies, but in reality he seemed to be discretely checking me out in that way guys do when they think girls don't notice.

In the past I had overheard boys say 'Janelle looks pretty hot,' and other more sexually explicit comments about the clothes I was wearing today - a white sweater, a navy blue pleated skirt that came down to just above my knees, white socks that came to just below my knees and white sneakers. Did Wayne think I looked hot too? I hoped so, but I didn't have time to stand around speculating on it or preening at the attention of my secret crush. I needed to be sitting on the toilet sooner rather than later, otherwise the most terrible disaster imaginable in the year 2001 would take place in my panties.

I pushed open the door to the girls' bathroom and went inside, closing the door behind myself. The drama/music center female bathroom was built with four shower cubicles and four changing cubicles to the left side, and four toilet stalls to the right side, and it was obviously to the right hand side that I headed.

On my way to the toilet, I clutched my tummy and winced as an almighty period cramp went through my uterus. I could feel in my rectum that my problems with wind were getting worse. Obviously I never passed gas in front of other people because it was unladylike, but I was alone in the ladies' room so relaxed the muscles in my rectum and farted hard into my period pad. One of the grossest thing about being a girl was having a period fart when wearing a pad. Between my legs, I felt my fart travel along the cover of my napkin to my pussy, and make a bubbling noise as it mixed with my menstrual blood and was expelled from my vulva.

If any guy had seen, heard or smelled this they would have been horrified as it would have confirmed that pretty girls do fart. Farting as hard as I did increased the urgency in my rectum, and the terrible smell of my wind told me that I needed to sit on the toilet and fast.

Walking quickly, I entered the first toilet stall and was about to close and lock the door behind myself, but noticed right away that there was an empty cardboard tube with no toilet paper on the roll holder. I moved to the second stall, again no toilet paper. I entered the third stall, and again was greeted by an empty toilet roll. The fourth toilet cubicle was at right angles to the other three stalls, but it had one thing in common with the others - no toilet paper.

"Damn it," I muttered. I had a quick look around to see if there were any spare rolls of toilet paper, but saw nothing. I was carrying a small backpack and in that was my period supplies kit. I always kept tissues in there in case I encountered just this sort of situation, but when I looked inside the tissues were running low in supply. I had had a cold about six weeks earlier and dug into my emergency supply, but with me being Janelle my brain was more on theatre rehearsals and I had forgotten to buy more to replenish them. In any case, it was the school's responsibility to supply their students with adequate toilet paper, so why should I use my own tissues that I paid for to wipe my bottom when there should have been toilet tissue available for me to use? There were plenty of paper hand towels, but these were way too hard and scratchy for my delicate little asshole and in any case there was the danger of blocking the toilet if I flushed them.

The drama and music center toilets were of course not the only toilets in the school, and I thought about heading over to the main girls' toilet block or the toilets in the science center or gym, but then thought about inconvenient it was for me to have found these toilets with no paper. I wouldn't want the next girl to come in here to have the same problem, so decided I had better take care of it myself.

And of course, the person I would need to assist me with this problem - the janitor - was right outside. Despite having been crushing on the handsome but brooding and mysterious Wayne for months we had never spoken once, and now was obviously my chance. I wished it was about something less embarrassing than toilet paper or to be precise the lack thereof, but in my fertile imagination I thought about how I was the damsel in distress and Wayne the handsome knight who would come to my rescue.

Inside my panties I could feel myself getting wetter as I thought about Wayne rescuing me, but I couldn't be sure if it because I was turned on or whether the stay dry cover of my sanitary pad wasn't quite living up to its marketing which promised that it would draw the dampness away from my body, and keep me feeling dry and fresh even on my heaviest days.

Exiting the girls' bathroom, I saw Wayne still hard at work and approached him. "Hi," I said, the handsome young man turning to look at me. "Wayne, isn't it?" I pretended like I wasn't sure of his name, even though I knew it very well.

Wayne didn't say anything, just nodded and looked me up and down for a few seconds, then turned back to his vertical blinds. "Wayne, the girls' bathroom is out of toilet paper," I said.

"Good to know that," said Wayne, whose attention remained on the vertical blinds. "I'll take care of it."

To my dismay Wayne did nothing more, just continued to work on his vertical blinds, and I clenched my butt cheeks together, feeling the urgency as in my rectum my feces pressed against my anal sphincter.

"Um Wayne, do you think you could please get me some more toilet paper?" I enquired.

Wayne looked at me with his brooding brown eyes. "You need to go to the bathroom?"

"Yeah, I need to go to the bathroom. I really, really have to go. Right now. And I need some toilet tissue fast."

Wayne again looked at me, probably thinking I was being a drama queen and exaggerating. "Theatre kids," he mumbled under his breath, before putting down his cleaning materials and walking away, leaving me standing there most dismayed and increasingly desperate.

Having gone a few paces, Wayne turned back to me and asked. "Well, do you still want some toilet paper or not?"

"Sorry?" I asked.

"You said you needed toilet paper, I'm just gonna get you some out of that closet."

I felt most relieved. "Oh Wayne, thank you so much!" I gushed, rushing over to him.

Wayne looked directly at me. "Just promise me one thing?"

"And what's that?"

"That you won't go breaking into song about the girls' room being out of toilet paper."

I giggled and blushed, and couldn't believe that Wayne had made the same joke my Daddy always made about me breaking into song, or looking like I was about to break into song whenever anything good or not so good happened.

Wayne unlocked the closet and I held out my hands, Wayne retrieving eight rolls of white toilet paper and handing them to me. "Again, thank you so much," I said, turning to head back to the girls' bathroom.
"My pleasure, all part of the service Miss," Wayne joked, pretending to tip his hat to me, although he obviously wasn't wearing a hat.

I laughed at his joke, then made haste for the female toilets. Going inside, I changed the rolls over in each stall, putting one roll on the cistern and one on the holder and disposing of the empty cardboard tubes into the bin, before returning to the first stall, closing and locking the door.

Inside, I hitched up my pleated blue skirt to expose my light pink, bikini-style panties, the oblong shape of my napkin visible in my crotch, the wings that held it in place on my panty saddle also visible. Standing in front of the toilet, I hooked my thumbs into my panties and pulled them down to my ankles and sitting my bare bottom down on the toilet seat.

With my legs open at the knees, my pussy was on display. I knew that some of my classmates were shaving their vaginas now, some even removing any trace of pubic hair from their pussies, but I was not one of those girls. I did some landscaping work around my bikini lines in summer, but otherwise I sported a full bush of dark curly pubic hair over my feminine mound and my twat. I was a girl who firmly subscribed to the theory that sharp objects such as razors and hot wax should not be allowed anywhere near my genitals, so therefore my very hairy pussy.

I relaxed the muscles in my urethra, and soon began to urinate, my bright yellow pee tinkling into the toilet bowl, the sound echoing in the quiet of the girls' bathroom. As I continued to have my piss I looked between my legs and could see the toilet water was yellow from my urine, but the color changed quickly to something resembling pink grapefruit juice, as my menses dripped out of my pussy and the blood intermingled with the pee in the toilet water.

When my pee stream abated I got some sheets of toilet paper from the roll, wiped my hairy pussy and dropped the used toilet tissue, wet with my pee and stained red by my period, into the bowl. Adjusting my position on the toilet, I did a gross thing that only girls for obvious reasons could do - farting both from my front bottom and my back bottom at the same time.

"That is so disgusting, Janelle," I said to myself, able to smell the fishy odor from my pussy fart, and the rotten cabbage-like smell from my proper fart from my anus. Straining ever so slightly, my anus opened and from my rectum came a huge amount of poo. Sticky, messy and very smelly, with the consistency of oatmeal, it went everywhere in the toilet bowl, splashing into the water, and my menstrual blood made it all the more gross.

I unwound some toilet paper and wiped my bottom, the toilet tissue coming away from my vagina and my anus smeared in dark red period blood and smelly brown poo, the second length of toilet paper suffering the same fate when applied to my private female area.

While farting on the toilet again, this preceding another rush of smelly bowel movements, I looked down at my lowered pink panties and my period pad. The pad's cover showed quite a few dark red menstrual stains courtesy of my heavy flow, but I wouldn't need to change it during this bathroom visit. I would change it when I got home, then before bed I would change my next pad into an overnight one.

"Phew," I said, waving my hand under my nose as I again got toilet paper to wipe my dirty bottom. My poo smelled so bad today, like it did every time I had my period. And of course, I could smell my menstrual blood too which made things even smellier. I wished the school would put toilet freshener in the girls' bathrooms so we could use it whenever we had smelly number twos, but given that sometimes they could not supply their female students with adequate toilet paper, this seemed unlikely.

At least though as I was in the girls' room no boys would be able to smell the aftermath of what I had done, unlike my experience at Thanksgiving last year just after I turned 18. We went to stay with my uncle - Daddy's brother - and his wife and two sons (my cousins) and I had started my period that night.

I woke up very early on Thanksgiving morning feeling how wet my overnight pad was between my legs and with a desperate urgency in my bowels. Hurrying to the bathroom, I sat barefoot on the toilet with my oversized tee-shirt hitched up and my panties around my ankles for close to 20 minutes, pooing and farting and using heaps of toilet paper as I stank the bathroom out. When I eventually finished I changed my napkin, flushed the toilet and washed my hands, but forgot to spray any toilet freshener around. Opening the bathroom door, my smelly overnight pad in a sanitary bag to be taken to the outside trash, I walked right into my two male cousins who were waiting for me to finally get my stinky little ass off the toilet.

I could see the look of revulsion on my cousins' faces as the smell of my poo and my period escaped the confined spaces of the bathroom, and their look of horror that I was carrying a sanitary disposal bag. During the day neither my male cousins nor I could look at each other the right way, and I think the thing they both gave thanks for was that they did not have the same monthly girls' problems as their cousin Janelle!

Once again, I pooped and this this time, my bowels seemed to be empty. I used heaps of toilet paper to wipe myself clean, but like any menstruating teenage girl, no toilet paper was safe around me at that time of the month.

When there was no poo on my final piece of toilet paper I stood up and flushed the toilet, but not before I looked into the bowl and saw that I had done a 'period poo' - several large clots of menstrual blood that had slid from my vag and gone into the toilet water.

The clean water banished my bodily wastes and my dirty toilet paper to the sewer systems where it belonged, but the terrible smell of the poo obviously still remained. Bending forward, I pulled up my panties and adjusted my pad securely and comfortably around my crotch, before smoothing down my skirt.

Exiting the toilet cubicle, I washed my hands thoroughly with plenty of soap and water, massaged my tummy as a period cramp went through my uterus, then opened the exterior bathroom door and saw Wayne just finishing up his work.

"You feeling better now, Janelle?" he asked me.

"Yes, much better," I said.

"Thought you'd fallen in for a while there," he smiled.

I blushed a little, knowing I had spent ages on the toilet, so it was obvious to Wayne what I had been doing in there, although he couldn't have known I was on my period. "No nothing like that." I then suddenly stopped. "How do you know my name?"

"Course I know your name, Janelle. I see you around all the time, notice you all the time Janelle," said Wayne. I could see he was eyeing me off, checking me out like a pretty girl at the beach and the mall. Given my vagina was currently expelling a rush of period blood into my napkin as my stomach cramped and I had just taken a massive smelly shit I didn't feel all that pretty, but Wayne definitely seemed interested and that made me feel flattered and hot.

"You notice me all the time?" I asked.

"Sure, you're always around the place with your other theatre kid friends, working on your lines, rehearsing your next production," said Wayne, his Southern drawl making me feel horny. "Plus, how could I not notice you Janelle Jepson? Nobody ever told you how pretty you are? Especially today, dressed up in your tight sweater, pleated skirt, long socks and perfect white sneakers. If I was a homo, one look at you would turn me straight."

I blushed and giggled nervously. "I'm not pretty."

"Sure you are Janelle, sure you are. I know you're pretty Janelle, you know you're pretty. Plus I don't just notice how pretty you are. I know you look at me. I know what you're thinking about every time that you see me."

Wayne's tone became even more suggestive. "I think I'm in your thoughts when you put your fingers into a place you were told not to. I know that whenever I'm doing something I was always taught was a sin that you're the star of the show in my head."

It was like Wayne was telepathic. How did he know that I did indeed masturbate over him? And he jerked off over me? Wow, mind completely blown. "I don't, I never ..." I stammered, but Wayne extended his finger and put it over my mouth.

"Shsh," he said, to which I complied, regarding Wayne with my wide brown nervous eyes.

"I know what you must be feeling, Janelle," he said. "You have these thoughts about me, thoughts you can never tell anyone. If your Mom or your Daddy knew what their 18-year-old daughter was thinking about a guy like me, they'd have a fit. I know if I had an 18-year-old daughter who liked a guy like me, I'd have a heart attack. But it's okay to have those thoughts, and it's okay to do something about them too. I'm a man, you're a woman, were both over 18 and not related."

My heart was racing, and I couldn't decide whether I wanted to do what my heart desired, or be the goody two shoes theatre kid who would never put a foot wrong I had always been. In my state of near-panic, I decided on the latter.

"I'd better be going," I said nervously, but as I turned to leave Wayne stopped me.

"We both know that's what you don't want to be going Janelle." He pointed at the girls' bathroom. "I know you'd rather go in there with me. Come on, don't be nervous, we'll go real nice and slow, I promise."

Feeling my pulse surging to crazy levels and butterflies in my tummy as I followed Wayne towards the girls' toilets, still unable to believe that I was going to kiss my crush - at school such interactions between students and staff were forbidden for obvious reasons. What if we got caught? Then I reminded myself that nobody else was around, and that therefore the chances of this were slim.

Still, Wayne was taking no chances. He pushed his janitor's trolley to the bathroom door, took out the 'Closed for Cleaning Sign' and placed it in front of the door, before taking his backpack off the trolley and going inside, the nervous but excited me going in after him.

I was relieved that Wayne led me to the changing cubicles and showers in the left hand side of the girls' bathroom rather than the toilet area, given that I had been such a smelly little bitch and completely stank out this area of the bathroom when I had had a shit and presumably the smell still lingered.

"You know when I was at high school myself back home in Kentucky, I always wanted to make out with one of the pretty theatre girls like you," said Wayne, stroking my face with his fingers and causing me to go weak at my knees.

"So why didn't you?" I asked.

"Because I was a goddamned stupid snob," said Wayne. "I grew up in a trailer park, and everyone would have laughed at me hanging out with the theatre kids rather than listening to heavy metal, so I worried about how I looked. But now I'm not living in a trailer park in Kentucky, I'm with the prettiest theatre kid I've ever met and I couldn't give a fuck what people said."

With that, Wayne lowered his handsome, rugged face into mine and we kissed on the lips. I could smell that he smoked, but although a non-smoker myself, it didn't bother me too much. It certainly didn't bother my pussy, as I could feel my clitoris tingling between my legs.

Wayne and I kissed deeper, out tongues intertwining as we French-kissed. I couldn't believe Wayne and I were making out in the girls' bathroom at high school, and things only got hotter when I felt Wayne's hands on my body, running up and down my back, and lingering on my bra clasp through the fabric of my sweater and my shirt.

One of Wayne's hands made its way to my left leg, teasing the hem of my skirt before moving slowly up my thigh towards my panties. It was then that I began to freak, knowing what he would find up there.

'You're on your period Janelle, you need to tell him,' the little voice inside my head urged me, but I couldn't find the words to say as Wayne's hand drew nearer to the leg elastic of my panties.

'Janelle, you are wearing a period pad in your panties to catch the blood that is coming out of your vagina, you need to say something,' the internal voice in my brain said, but again I was struck dumb. Wayne's hand was well up my skirt, brushing against my panty fabric now, and dangerously close to my crotch.

'Wayne is going to absolutely freak when he touches your napkin and finds out that you're on the rag, Janelle,' the voice reminded me, but before I could even attempt to say anything I felt Wayne's fingers on my panty saddle, and him go absolutely rigid as he felt the soft material of my sanitary napkin, and one of the wings that held it in place.

"What?" he gasped, both of us stopping kissing and Wayne moving his hand away from my underpants.

I felt panic in my tummy. Wayne had discovered I was having my period, something I should have told him about before we started all this. Now he would think I was nothing but a little cock tease who had led him on. Adrenaline raced through my body, and being such a teenage drama queen anyway any attempts at controlling my emotions went out the window.

It was Wayne who spoke first. "You got your period, Janelle?"

"Yes, oh Wayne, I'm so sorry," I pleaded, feeling tears welling up my big brown eyes. "You must think I'm I terrible tease, I should have told you I was on my period, I didn't mean to lead you on, you must be so freaked out and mad at me. I swear I'll jerk you off, and I'll suck your cock, and as soon as my period is over I'll have proper sex with you. I wasn't leading you on, I promise."

Wayne to my relief was not mad. He gave me a reassuring smile. "Janelle, come and sit with me for a few minutes," he said, leading me to the bench in the changing cubicle and sitting me down, then getting his bag and retrieving me some tissues, which I used to wipe the tears from my eyes. He put his arm around me to reassure me as I regained my composure.

"Why are you being so nice to me, you don't seem mad," I said.

"Janelle, I'm not mad," Wayne reassured me. He took one of my hands in his and gave it a squeeze, and put his other hand on my knee, just below the hem of my skirt. "When I went in here with you I was thinking that there was only one thing that could make screwing a pretty theatre kid like you better."

"And what is that?"

"Fucking a theatre kid when she's on her period."

My mouth dropped open in utter disbelief. Unusually for me I couldn't find anything to say at first, before I managed to say, "You find periods sexy?"

Wayne nodded. "Uh huh. It's my fetish. Most guys have a fetish. Some guys are into fat chicks, some like feet, others like smelling girls' panties or watching girls having a piss. For me, it's periods."

"Periods are not sexy, Wayne," I said. "They're inconvenient, messy, smelly and painful." As if to emphasize my last point, my uterus cramped and I clutched my tummy in pain as the menstrual pain went through my abdomen.

"That's because you have periods," said Wayne.

"I have two elbows too, and they're not sexy. Why do you get turned on by periods?"

Wayne laughed lightly. "Maybe because they're such a personal and private female thing? Guys don't get periods obviously, and we have no idea what they're like, it's all a big mystery to us. It's sort of like the forbidden zone. Say you spent the summer in a great big beautiful mansion and you were allowed to go into any room you wanted at any time, but were told you were not allowed to go into the attic. Where would you want to go?"

The answer was obvious. "The attic."

"That's like it is with me and periods. Periods are the most personal things about a girls' life, and no business of guys at all. And girls don't have any choice about periods, it just happens to them. It's not like sex, where girls choose when, where, why and with who they have sex. They don't have to have sex, but they do have to manage their periods every month. It's also really hard to believe that pretty girls actually get their periods. So maybe that's why periods turn me on, because they're so private, so female and I'm not supposed to be turned on by them." Wayne laughed. "Either that or I'm just crazy."

"Most guys are very freaked out by periods," I observed.

"True," said Wayne. "Like my older brother, he's terrified of his wife when she's got her period. Mind you, she's scary anyway so I don't blame him. I'm shit scared of her too."

I smiled, feeling more relaxed. "So period fetishes aren't genetic then?"

Wayne laughed. "No. But talking about families, when I was 18 my Mom's new boyfriend moved in with his two kids. There was Lori-Beth, she was 18 like me, and Tyrone, he was 14. Tyrone was an absolute little shit and I wanted to kill him, and Lori-Beth was a bitch but she was a hot blonde so I forgave her. And every four weeks, it was Lori-Beth's time of the month and her female hygiene wasn't too crash hot. She would always leave her dirty panties on the floor anyway, but when Lori-Beth was on her period her pads would still be attached, covered in blood. She would get gassy and walk around the trailer farting, and you could hear her farts against her pad, bubbling in the blood in her pussy. Then she would go to the bathroom and sit on the toilet for 20 minutes at a time, and her shit would stink out the whole trailer. Most of the time she would flush but sometimes she would forget, and the toilet bowl would be full of her menstrual blood and period-stained toilet paper. It should have grossed me out, but it turned me on. So much so that one night when she was on the rags she wanted sex, and I sure as fuck wanted sex and nobody else was around, so I got into Lori-Beth's panties and nailed her on her period. Best fuck I've ever had, period. Pun intended."

I laughed at Wayne's joke, but was still disbelieving. "You had sex with Lori-Beth on her period?" Lori-Beth's personal feminine hygiene sounded shocking, and I assumed would turn off most guys. Things got pretty gross with me when I was menstruating, but I always made sure my personal hygiene was A1 during my time of the month. I would never dream of leaving my dirty panties with napkins still attached on the floor, and would never neglect to flush the toilet.

"Yeah, but periods or no periods Lori-Beth turned me on because she was hot and I would have fucked her anyway. Her period just made her hotter. Like you Janelle, you're hot and I'd want to fuck you any day of the month, but fucking you when its your time of the month is much more of a turn on. It's kind of like ice-cream, I like vanilla ice-cream, but I prefer a nice chocolate sundae with the works than plain ice-cream."

I giggled. "With me at the moment, you wouldn't be having a chocolate sundae, you'd be having a strawberry sundae."

Wayne laughed. "That's a good one Janelle. Lucky for you, strawberry is my favorite flavor of sundae. I wish they made a strawberry sundae that tasted like Lori-Beth's pussy when I was eating her out on her period, and I bet you're gonna taste just as good as her when your panties come down." He put his hand further up my thigh under my skirt, until he touched my panties, before pulling back my pleated skirt so that my underwear was visible. Wayne's fingers stroked the pink cotton fabric of my panties, then he gently moved my legs apart so that the oblong shape of my napkin and the wings could be seen clearly in my panty saddle.

"Now that is what I call hot," said Wayne, feasting his eyes on my crotch. I felt a little shy that Wayne could see the shape of my period pad and its wings, but turned on too and my clitoris responded, sending a little shudder up my spine.

Wayne's hand went to my panties, stroking the front cotton panel first, then moved his hand between my legs, tracing the shape of my sanitary pad. Through my wide brown eyes, I watched Wayne's fingers linger on the pad's wings before he squeezed the soft feminine napkin through my undies. I still couldn't believe I was doing this, and could barely contain my excitement as Wayne lowered his face into my crotch and smelled my period pad through my panties.
"Yum, period!" Wayne grinned, me giggling and giving him a light and playful slap to his head in response. He put his head back between my legs and kissed my cotton panty saddle, in the spot that covered my napkin.

I was turned on, but at the same time increasingly nervous. I'd never done this before, I was a complete virgin and I had never envisaged my first time being when I was having a period. Obviously Wayne had experience in this field, so I asked, "What do you want me to do first?"

Wayne smiled. "Earlier you said that you wanted to jerk me off and suck my dick?"

I nodded. "That's right," I said shyly.

Wayne took his face away from my crotch and stood up. "Well I think that's where we start, Janelle."

I couldn't wait to get Wayne's cock in my hands and my mouth, and I could see the huge bulge in his jeans that clearly indicated he wanted this too. Again, my inexperience showed and I asked, "What positon should I get in? I've never done this before."

Wayne gave me his seductive grin. "It's always hot when a girl gets on her knees and sucks my cock. And don't worry, I'm sure you'll do just fine Janelle."

Feeling a little shy I did what Wayne suggested, and knelt down in front of him. My slender fingers went to his groin, feeling the fabric of his jeans straining at his erection. I unzipped him and opened the front of Wayne's jeans, to show the red underpants he was wearing, the fabric pushed outwards by his enormous hard on.

I stroked Wayne's hard cock through his undies, and could feel his balls too. My heart raced as I pulled down his underpants and freed his massive erection. Knowing that I was the one responsible for turning him on and giving him an erection turned me on, as did looking at his hard penis, so big and perfect and uncircumcised. I wasn't sure how a cock so big was going to fit up into my tight virginal box, but given vaginas could obviously stretch wide enough to allow babies to enter the world, I was sure my vagina would be fine.

"Yeah, that's hot Janelle," Wayne said encouragingly as I began to jerk him off, moving my right hand back and forward along his throbbing shaft, before teasing his balls with my left hand. I could feel Wayne's cock moving at my touch, and I felt I was floating on a cloud. I had my secret crush's dick in my hand and I was jerking him off.

But while giving Wayne a hand job felt pretty good, I really wanted to suck him off more. Inside my panties my pussy seemed to agree, I could feel the tingling sensations of my clit each time I thought about giving Wayne a blow job.

Taking my hands away from Wayne's cock and balls I moved my face so his cock was right in front of my mouth. Opening my mouth wide I moved my head into his groin, taking his hard cock shaft in my mouth and closing my lips to give fellatio.

As I went down, sucking on Wayne's erection with vigor, moving my tongue along his shaft and to the head of his penis, I still found it hard to believe I was doing this. Making me turned on was the fact that I felt so submissive - a teenage virgin on her rags down on her knees giving head to a guy from the wrong side of the tracks who towered above her and seemed so dominant.

I thought about what Mom and Daddy would think of this situation - their teenage daughter on her knees in the girls' bathroom with the cock of a guy they wouldn't want anywhere near her in a million years in her mouth blowing him hard and about to be fucked for the first time - while on her period! It felt so bad to be doing this, and while I did feel a bit cheap and a bit of shame at my promiscuous behavior, this was outweighed by my feelings of being turned on. Perhaps my period had thrown my hormones out of balance?

"You sure you never done this before, Janelle?" Wayne asked, his face clearly showing that he was enjoying my first attempt at fellatio.

My mouth was too full of cock to respond properly, and I shook my head. "Uh huh."

"Your real good at it, real real good," Wayne assured me, his Southern accent again making me horny.

"Thanks," I mumbled, once more his dick in my mouth preventing me from speaking properly.

"Could let you do this all night, but it's just the warm up," said Wayne, lightly touching me on the head to get me to stop.

I removed my head from his cock, and making sure that I showed him my panties as I did so, got to my feet. I felt like such a slut having sucked dick for the first time, and I wanted to make out with Wayne, so his tongue would be in the same place his cock had just been.

Throwing myself at him, Wayne and I kissed a deep French kiss, and with his dick out in the open, I could feel his erection against my bare leg. We kissed deeper and harder, Wayne's hand going up the back of my skirt and down the back of my panties. I could feel his firm hands against the soft skin of my bare bottom, and his hand went deeper between my buttocks.

I could feel Wayne's fingers brushing against the back of my sanitary pad, then went rigid as his index finger touched my anus. Obviously the only thing that usually came into contact with the opening to my bowels was toilet paper when I was wiping my bottom while using the toilet, but Wayne touching my most private place where my poo came out was so forbidden and it made me hotter. And I quickly found out that my anus was not only an exit, it could be used as an entrance too. Wayne's finger pushed against my tight anal opening and up into my bowels, me feeling the walls of my rectum close around the digit. Fuck this was hot! And we hadn't even had proper sex yet!

After a couple of minutes Wayne and I stopped making out and his finger came out of my anus and his hand out of the back of my undies. "Now we get undressed Janelle," Wayne said.

I nodded, but now that the time for actual intercourse was nearly here, I was thinking about some of the logistical problems and that was that thanks to my heavy menstrual flow things would get messy. Very messy.

"Um Wayne, what about my um period blood when we do it?" I asked nervously. "It's going to get pretty messy for both of us."

"Well, when I fucked Lori-Beth on her period I got heaps of paper towels and we had a shower after," said Wayne. He pulled up his pants, and pointed at the toilet area. "I've done the same with other girls I've fucked when they're on the rags. I'll go get us some paper towels, and I've got a towel in my bag. We'll take a shower together after."

"Thanks Wayne," I said, watching the young man as he made his way to the female toilet area and grabbed several large handfuls of paper towels, before bringing them back.

Wayne took off his shoes and socks and I did the same, me standing barefoot in front of Wayne before taking off my sweater. Wayne took off his check flannel shirt and black heavy metal tee shirt, and I admired his fit young physique, his considerable quantities of chest hair making him so masculine, and so desirable.

I took off my tee-shirt, showing that the bra that restrained my breasts was the same shade of pink as the panties I wore. Reaching down I took off my pleated skirt, and was now barefoot in my bra and my panties, the shape of my sanitary towel visible in my panty saddle.

Wayne had taken off his jeans and his undies and was now completely nude, his erection at close to 90 degrees. I reached behind my back to take off my bra, but Wayne stopped me.

"Let's have some more fun first," he said, guiding me to the bench and sitting me down on it, the scrunching noise from my pad audible to both of us.

"Those are some pretty hot tits, Janelle," said Wayne, putting his hands on my chest, cupping my breasts in his hands, stroking my erect nipples through the pink fabric, the toes on my bare feet responding to his masculine touch to my tits.

Wayne's hands went behind my back to my bra, and with no effort at all he unclasped my brassiere and pulled the undergarment away, leaving me bare chested and wearing only panties now.

I giggled. "You've obviously had some experience at taking off girls' bras, Wayne?"

Wayne grinned and put on a look of mock innocence. "What me? Never! Ain't never done that before in my life, must be beginner's luck."

Wayne's strong hands were soon back on my chest, teasing and caressing my bare teenage tits, his fingers circling my nipples. If I wasn't on my period and wearing a napkin, had Wayne done this my pussy would have soaked the double cotton of my cotton panties, such was the effect of Wayne's touching my boobs upon my vagina.

"Now let's see what we have down here," said Wayne, turning his attention to my panties. His hand went to the front of the waistband and he opened it wide, looking at my feminine mound covered in a forest of dark curly brown pubic hair.

"That is one hairy pussy, and I love it," said Wayne, still admiring me down the front of my pants. I felt so hot at Wayne looking down the front of my panties and perving on my pubic hair and my pussy, but not as hot as when Wayne got me to stand up with my backside hovering above the wooden slats of the bench.

He took hold of my panty waistband and pulled down my panties to my ankles, me sitting my naked ass back down on the bench and feeling the first of my menses going onto the chair.

Both Wayne and I looked down at my lowered panties and my period pad. The blood stains I had observed when I sat on the toilet were bigger now, massive patches of scarlet on the pad's white cover.

"I think somebody's got a heavy flow today doesn't she, right Janelle?" Wayne laughed.

I blushed a little. "Yeah, I have really heavy periods. I'm like a female hemophiliac on my heaviest days."

"Heavy flows are hotter," said Wayne.

I laughed a sardonic laugh. "Heavy flows aren't hotter Wayne. You aren't the one who has to manage her heavy flow every 28 days along with hormones, bloating and cramps."

"You don't find it hot because you have periods. I obviously don't get periods, so I find it hot. The way your pad looks." Wayne stared at my napkin. "The way it feels." Wayne hand went to my pad, stroking the soft white soiled cover. "And especially the way it smells. I just love the way your pad smells."

With no further discussion on the topic, I sat bleeding on the bench as Wayne got down on all fours to have easy access to my panties and my pad. I watched him put his face into my feminine napkin and smell my blood stains, his nostrils absorbing all the smells of my period and my pussy. I still thought Wayne was a bit nuts for thinking that period smells were hot, I thought my dirty pads smelled absolutely disgusting whenever I changed them, but then thought about it more. I thought dicks were hot; obviously being a female I didn't have a dick but a vagina. If I did have a cock of my own, I probably wouldn't have been turned on by penises so much.

Having smelled every inch of my period pad from front to back, Wayne looked up at me. "Now pads are hot but even hotter is the source."

Wayne reached down and removed my panties, leaving my undies on the floor with the attached dirty napkin facing upwards. Now completely nude I stood up, the menstrual stain I had left on the wooden bench obvious before Wayne got a paper towel and wiped up my menses.

I felt my nerves going through my nubile and naked teenage body as I stood nude in front of Wayne, my hairy bush on display. I could feel Wayne's eyes feasting on my nudity, his attention mainly going to my legs, where a spot of period blood dripped out of my vulva and onto the tiled floor, another little blood stream running down my right leg.

"You know what I like more than getting oral?" Wayne asked.

I looked down at my period blood running down my leg. "No."

Wayne grinned his seductive grin. "Giving it."

I laughed nervously. "No, Wayne, you don't want to go down on me, my pussy isn't a nice place at the moment."

"I do want to go down to you, Janelle," Wayne assured me, putting his hand behind my back and fondling my bare bottom.

"But look at all the blood it's so gross," I said, pointing at the floor.

Wayne laughed. "Lucky for you Janelle I like tomato soup. Now don't worry about your period being gross, it's not gross. Now, down on all fours and enjoy yourself."

I did as Wayne said, again turned on by being submissive to Wayne's more experienced persona.

On the floor on my hands and knees, I could see Wayne checking out my bare bottom, and could feel my vagina responding accordingly. "Ass in the air, Janelle."

Giggling, I thrust my teenage ass in the air, knowing Wayne could see my vagina between my legs. Soon Wayne was down on all fours behind me, his face in my ass. I trembled as his tongue went into my vagina, eating me out. I couldn't believe that he was giving me oral while on my period and blood coming out of my pussy in considerable quantities. Wayne's tongue traversed my twat, sometimes going to my clitoris, other times going back and forward along my pussy flaps. His nice soft tongue felt so good on my vulva, he really knew how to get a girl going down there. The way my bare toes clenched each time he licked me was testament to this.

"You know what the best thing about girls is?" Wayne asked as he took his face away from my twat.

I looked back at him, seeing some of my period blood on his face around his mouth. "No, what?"

"They've got two places that are just as good to lick down there."

I knew Wayne meant my anus but he never said so. I remained in a state of nervous excitement on the floor with my ass in the air as Wayne's firm hands stroked my bare bottom, then parted my butt cheeks. I knew Wayne was looking at my anal opening, and him seeing somewhere so private and intimate made my clitoris go crazy.

Then Wayne put his face down into my backside. I felt his tongue on the skin between my buttocks and then on the sensitive area that separated my vagina from my anus before it finally made contact with my actual starfish. Getting my anus licked was so intimate and felt so bad, and the sensation was wonderful. One of my worst habits in life was taking ages in the bathroom whenever I went to the toilet for a bowel movement, but if I had toilet paper that felt as good on my ass as Wayne's tongue I think I would have spent double the amount of time sitting on the toilet each time I had a poo-poo!

Wayne did not let my vag go neglected when he was licking my anus, that was for sure. His hand went to my female mound, running through my pubic hair until they found their way to my menstruating pussy, Wayne pushing his digits up into the wet, bloody interior of my vagina and circling my clitoris.

I moaned and writhed on the floor at these unfamiliar sensations to my personal female areas, and could have happily stayed like this all night until Wayne extricated his hand from my genitals and his head from my ass. I rolled over and sat my naked ass on the tiled floor, my legs apart showing off my hairy pubes and my snatch. We both had period blood on us, Wayne obviously on his face and his hand and I had it near my twat and my upper legs.

We each took some paper towels and Wayne used his to clean my excess menstrual blood from my gash and my thighs, me wiping my menses from the young man's face and hands.

Wayne's eyes stared deep into mine. "Now's the time for your first time. It's probably not how you thought it would be, is it Janelle?"

"No," I admitted, thinking that I would probably lose my virginity in a bed with a boyfriend during another stage of my monthly cycle, not the janitor fucking me on my period in one of the girls' bathrooms at high school. "But I'm not complaining."

"I'm sure you're not," said Wayne, gently easing me backwards so I was lying flat on my back with my legs apart, ready for the missionary position. The tiled floor was a bit cold on my naked skin, but I was so hot it wasn't a problem.

Wayne got into position to mount me, and I could see his throbbing erect cock that was about to be the first penis to get to go into my vagina. I could feel the head of his cock against my twat as he slowly pushed up into the tight interior, which due to the obvious, was well-lubricated. I gasped as he pushed deeper into my pussy, aided by the copious amounts of menstrual blood flowing out.

Wayne pushed his cock inside me as far as it would go, then withdrew a little and pushed hard inside me again. I squealed like a piglet and gasped at the sensation, and as Wayne pushed hard up inside me once more, I pushed myself forward to meet his thrust, doubling the sensation of pleasure for both of us. And one extra good thing about fucking on my period was that it seemed to help my menstrual cramps. Since Wayne had entered me, I had not felt even one monthly female pain, not even a slight discomfort from my uterus.

With Wayne's cock deep inside my pussy, I couldn't believe this had finally happened, I was no longer a virgin, and it felt great. Sometimes we would go very slowly, Wayne grinding against my pussy while we kissed, the curls of Wayne's chest hair tickling my bare breasts. Other times he would fuck me hard and fast, his strokes aided by the lubrication my period provided.

We had been locked in coitus for what seemed like a long time when Wayne indicated for me to stop. "Let's change to cowgirl," he suggested.

I smiled. "You want me on top of you?"

"Yeah, it's always hot when a chick cums all over me, especially a girl in your condition."

I giggled. "The way you said that, you make it sound like I'm pregnant."

Wayne laughed. "No, you sure as hell aren't pregnant Janelle. But that's another good thing about period sex, no babies in nine months' time."

"True," I said, as Wayne pulled out of me, blood all over his cock and balls and more menses over my vagina and upper thighs.

Wayne lay down on the floor flat on his back, and I straddled him over his erection, noticing a large drop of my period blood coming out of my pussy and splashing onto his erection. Wayne also noticed. "That is so hot," he said.

I laughed and lowered my pussy down, taking hold of Wayne's cock and guiding it up my no-longer virginal vagina. I found I loved cowgirl even more than missionary and bounced up and down on Wayne's groin as we fucked, period blood and pussy juice flowing out of me in abundance, my long hair flying around and my tits wobbling, the air around of us smelling of sex and period. Wayne for his part pushed hard up into my cunt each time I pushed myself down, me feeling his cock against the entrance to my birth canal on several occasions.

Finally I felt my orgasm approaching. The sensations from my clitoris turned from intermittent to consistent, the wave going through my vagina and into my anus, the muscles in my bowels contracting as I came with a squeal, my pussy juice and menstrual blood soaking Wayne's groin.

At the same moment, I saw Wayne's face contort in delight. "Oh fuck yeah!" he yelled, and inside my pussy I felt his hot cum mixing with my menses as he ejaculated. On a normal day had Wayne fucked me without a condom I would have had the worry about his semen swimming up my uterus to my fallopian tubes and fertilizing with one of my ova, and causing my mother's worst nightmare about me to come true. But today I didn't have to worry as Wayne's semen would be making a quick departure from my reproductive system the way it had come with my womanly flow.

Wayne withdrew his subsiding penis from my post-orgasmic vagina, and we lay together naked on the tiled floor, breathless and sweaty from our hard fuck. Wayne's groin was covered in my period blood, and I could feel my menses with Wayne's cum mixed in coming out of my pussy.

We kissed, Wayne stroking my hair back from my sweaty face, and I said, "That was amazing, Wayne."

"Thanks to you Janelle," said Wayne. "Now come on, tell me the truth. You weren't a virgin coming in today, were you? You must have been fucked before."
"No, I was a total virgin, I swear to you," I gushed.

"You must be a natural then," said Wayne. "For a virgin to be that good at sex the first time she gets fucked, then you must have a special talent. You obviously like acting, have you thought about a career in adult films, you know making porn? Anyone as good as you in bed, it would be a shame to waste that talent."

I laughed. "No way. I want to be a singing, dancing actress, not a porn actress. Anyway, if I was in adult films I think my parents would die."

"Just promise me one thing, Janelle," said Wayne.

"And what's that?"

"That you won't come to school tomorrow and break into song about how the janitor fucked you on your period."

I burst out laughing, and gave Wayne a gentle slap of mock indignation. "As if I would do that! And anyway, why does everyone keep joking about me breaking into song? I'm not that much of a drama queen, am I?"

Wayne laughed and stroked the left cheek of my bare bottom. "Oh yes Janelle, you are a drama queen. The biggest drama queen in this high school. But don't worry, I think drama queens are hot. I think girls having their periods are hot. But a pretty teenage drama queen on her period? That's just out of this world. That's planet Venus type hot."

Wayne and I kissed again before he said, "And our fun isn't over, now its shower time. But first I think we need to do a little clean up job."

He pointed at the tiled floor where my menstrual blood was clear, and we cleaned it up with the paper towels, me holding another towel under my twat to avoid getting more blood on the floor. Then collecting our stuff we made our way to the showers and into one of the cubicles, and soon were kissing and caressing under the warm water.

I loved washing Wayne's cock and balls for him, and I could see that he loved watching my period blood dripping from my pussy and onto the shower floor, some menses running down my legs to my bare feet before going down the drain.

Wayne's erection rose again as he washed first my bare bottom and then my genitals. Soon my curls of dark pubic hair were wet with soap suds, and Wayne's hand was between my legs, washing my blood and what remained of his semen from my pussy, his finger sneaking back to my anus at one stage.

When Wayne turned off the shower after we rinsed off all the soap, I stood there soaking as Wayne retrieved his towel. "That's a white towel," I said in dismay. During my time of the month I always used a maroon towel for obvious reasons, and whenever the towel of this color appeared in the bathroom that I shared with my brothers it was a clear cue that I was on the rags and getting their sister pissed off was a bad idea this week.

"What's wrong with a white towel?" asked Wayne.

"You know I'm going to make a mess of it," I said.

Wayne hugged my naked young body. "I won't get upset if you make a mess of my pristine white towel, Janelle. I want you to make a mess of my nice white towel."

Wayne handed me the towel and I dried off, some red stains evident on the soft terry fabric from where I had dried the area between my legs. This of course didn't bother Wayne, who smelled my menses and then happily dried himself with the period-stained towel.

"Can you please pass me my panties, Wayne?" I asked.

"Sure Janelle," said Wayne, who took my pink cotton undies with the pad still attached and handed them to me. As I prepared to step my bare feet into them, Wayne said, "Um Janelle, it's probably not my place to say, but I think you need to change your pad."

I smiled. "I'm going to do that. But I'm going to give you a treat, and show you how girls change their pads during the day." I could see Wayne liked that prospect by the reaction in his facial expression and his growing penis, and I put a teasing tone in my voice. "You want to see me change my dirty, smelly little napkin and put on a new one, don't you Wayne?"

"Oh yeah," Wayne agreed as we both dressed, and picked up the paper towels used to clean up my menstrual blood during sex, both of us making sure no red spots remained in the areas where we had fucked or been naked.

It felt so hot as Wayne followed me to the toilet, and I went into the toilet cubicle that I had used to go for a poo earlier. I placed the soiled paper towels into the sanitary bin the stall contained, put my backpack down next to the toilet, and stood in front of the toilet, Wayne watching me through the open door.

"First, we pull our panties down to our knees and we sit on the toilet," I said, doing just that.

I reached for my backpack. "Now we take out a new pad." I took out my period kit, and the sanitary pads within it. I took one out, the pad concealed in a little white plastic packet with blue flowers on it. I opened the packet and took out my new napkin to wear, unfolding the wings with the small strips over the adhesive parts of the wings in place, the peel-back strip on the adhesive section on the bottom of the pad also firmly in place.

"Now we give our pussy a quick clean," I said, unwinding some toilet paper from the roll and wiping it around my vagina, disposing of the blood-stained toilet tissue into the bowl, opening my legs so Wayne could see into the toilet and the soiled paper and drops of period blood in the otherwise clean water.

"Next step, we take our old pad off our panties," I said, leaning forward to my underpants and taking the smelly, soiled and saturated pad off my panty saddle, holding it up so Wayne could see all the blood, before placing it on the top of the sanitary bin.

"Now we put on our new pad," I said. I peeled the adhesive strip back from the main body of the pad, and pressed the napkin into my panties, making sure it was correctly and securely adhered to my undies, and in the right place to catch and absorb my menses.

"The wings aren't for decoration, they serve a purpose too," I said, taking the tabs off the pad's wings and adhering them securely to the outside of my panties. "And we stand up and we pull up our panties and adjust our napkin."

I stood up off the toilet seat, pulled up and adjusted my panties and made sure my new napkin was nice and comfortable and secure between my legs. "We make sure we flush the toilet," I said, flushing the lavatory with Wayne and a watching as the water consigned the toilet paper and my drops of menses to Virginia Beach's sewer system.

"And before we finish by washing our hands, we put our dirty pad in the sanitary bin along with this other rubbish."

Before I could put my used pad into the sanitary waste bin, Wayne stopped me. "Hey Janelle, if you've been to a nice place on vacation, you like to get a souvenir to remind you, don't you?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Well, when I've fucked a hot girl like you on the rag and it's probably the best screw of my life, I think I'd like something to remind me."

"Do you want my napkin?" I asked, somewhat surprised, but turned on too.

"Yeah, unless you really don't want to," he said.

"Wayne, I think you've seen as much of me during my monthlies as I could have ever imagined. You keeping my pad isn't going to freak me, given what we did with each other. I was just going to throw it out anyway."

I handed Wayne my sanitary pad, the young man admiring it before placing it into a small plastic bag, Wayne also souveniring the packet from my new pad, the peel-back strip from the pad's adhesive underside and the tabs from its wings.

"So, was this Thursday like you thought it would be when you arrived for school this morning, Janelle?" Wayne asked as I washed my hands following my pad change.

"No, not at all," I said, Wayne and I exchanging a deep kiss before I stepped out of the girls' bathroom, checked that the coast was clear, then indicted it was safe for Wayne to exit too, which he did. We said our goodnights, and I made haste for the library across the street from my high school. I had been having so much fun with Wayne that time had flown by, and Daddy would be there in less than five minutes. If I wasn't there when school had been finished for ages, Daddy would wonder why.

I sat at a table and saw Daddy park his car and walk in with his library books for return. "Hi Daddy," I said, walking over to my father.

"Hi Janelle, did you have a good day at school today, sweetheart?" smiled Daddy.

My face gave away nothing, and if my career in show business didn't take off, I could certainly make a living as a professional poker player. "Pretty ordinary, average day, Daddy. How about you?"

"Oh, can't complain," said my father. "Well I could, but my boss never listens."

"That's bosses for you, Daddy," I said, following Daddy to my car, where I climbed into the passenger seat, Daddy into the driver's seat.

As Daddy pulled out into the traffic, I got a period cramp and massaged my tummy, Daddy noticing and the father- daughter atmosphere becoming awkward as Daddy realized why I had tummy ache. After becoming red and flustered, Daddy managed to say, "Wasn't it nice weather today, Janelle?"

"It sure was, Daddy," I agreed, not wanting my father to feel any more awkward with his menstruating teenage daughter than he already was.

Later that night I lay barefoot on my bed wearing an oversized tee-shirt over clean white panties with blue flowers on them, a big super-absorbent overnight sanitary pad between my legs to catch my menses as I slept. I had a hot water bottle on my tummy to ease my cramps, and read the book I should have been reading in the library instead of losing my virginity by getting fucked in the girls' bathroom by bad boy janitor Wayne.

My bare toes clenched as I got another period pain, and I thought about how Wayne fucking me had eased my cramp during coitus. Perhaps I should call up Wayne, ask him to come over and explain to Mom, Daddy and my two brothers that I was going to take Wayne up to my bedroom so he could fuck me on my period again and ease my menstrual cramps.

I'm sure Mom, Daddy and my brothers wouldn't mind if a redneck metal-head janitor who came from a trailer park in Kentucky came to the house and fucked their teenage daughter/sister in her bedroom when she was having her monthlies? Obviously the opposite would have been true and they would all have minded very much, so I did no such thing, simply swallowing more period pain tablets and thinking about how my secret crush had fucked me that very afternoon, and how I had gone to school for an ordinary Thursday and ended up having my cherry popped.

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EPILOGUE

So how did everything turn out with me after I lost my virginity to bad boy Wayne the janitor while I was on my period one Thursday afternoon in spring 2001?

You probably have a million and one questions for me, such as:

'Did you and Wayne ever have sex again, either during your period or not?'

'Did you and Wayne ever start dating?'

'Did you become an actress either on the stage or screen like you had hoped?'

'Do you still like period sex?'

'What are you doing now over 17 years later?'

Sorry to disappoint you, but when Wayne took my virginity in the girls' bathroom that day after school, that was the first and last time we had sex. I never saw him again after I graduated high school early in summer 2001, and I have no idea what he is doing over 17 years later. I often wonder if he still has my dirty period pad he took as a souvenir after deflowering me. It would be weird if he did after so long, although keeping teenage girls'' soiled feminine hygiene products is probably weird in the first place.

So what happened to me? I went on to college, and after I graduated I achieved one ambition of performing on stage, for several years working as an entertainer on cruise ships up and down the East Coast. It was fun while it lasted, but didn't lead on to me becoming a successful actress in Hollywood or Broadway.

I'm not overly disappointed that I didn't end up becoming a famous actress like I had dreamed of as a kid or teenager. I have a great life in Virginia Beach, working as a financial planner and I'm married to a dream guy in Darren, a nice, handsome, intelligent, respectable and charming man with a successful of whom my parents very much approve. My perfect husband and I are very happily married and have two wonderful daughters Amber aged eight, and Bella aged six.

So do Darren and I get up to kinky period-related sex games behind closed doors when it's my time of the month? Not exactly. Fucking me during my period isn't Darren's thing, it is pretty messy and smelly down there when I'm on the rag, and I don't blame him, I wouldn't want him to do anything he isn't comfortable with.

But while we don't have actual intercourse while I am menstruating, Darren has no objection to me giving him manual relief or fellatio when I've got my period. I can see by the way his cock goes hard so fast, and the sticky white jizz that goes all over my hands when I jerk him off or in my mouth when I go down on him that he likes it. And we have showered together on my period on some occasions. At first Darren felt a little freaked at seeing the blood coming out of my vagina and running down my legs to my bare feet, but he's more relaxed about it now.

I would like to tell you more about the way I take my husband's dick in my hand and jerk him off or suck his cock during my period; how my napkin has to absorb not only my menses but my pussy juice when I give Darren manual or oral relief when it's my time of the month; and the way I've noticed his dick rise when we shower together, even when I have my period but unfortunately I don't have time. I need to drive my older daughter Amber to her acting class, and my younger daughter Bella to her rehearsal for her upcoming ballet recital ...

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