Newford - The Shower Vampire [Julius_Elysiak@yahoo.com] I was very nervous as I sat on the back seat of my dad's car. A week earlier Dad had mentioned that I would be going to the Newford Boarding School in Blackpool after being expelled from St. Agnes. He told mom that it was a splendid school and it would be better for me if I stayed in a boarding. I wasn't very happy about it, as I had just started playing for a club in Coventry. Dad assured me that Newford had an excellent soccer team and I would certainly be playing for my school team in less than a month. Newford was a well-known boarding school, which was established, in the late eighties. There were around 9,000 students of which roughly four thousand were girls. I also knew that it was a very expensive school and that almost all the students there were from wealthy families. I could see some building on top of rolling mountains from a distance. As we came close to the entrance, I saw a large lake right next to the road. The school premises seemed to be immense as well. The entrance gate was black and must have stood at least fifteen feet in height and forty in width. White ten feet walls surrounded the entire premise. I had heard that the campus covered more than 1,500 acres of land. I had never seen so much greenery in any school premises. Two burly guards at the gate inspected the papers, dad shoved into their hands. After talking on the intercom, we were allowed to drive in. But before that, we had to submit my luggage to them, which they would send up to my dorm. There were seven buildings in the campus. Two of them served as dormitories, one for boys, and other for girls. One building was far off and looked like an apartment building for the staff. The largest building though was the main school building where the classes were held. We stepped into a spacious elevator and Dad pressed for the seventh floor. We went through the door marked Principal and were confronted by two secretaries, one of whom picked up the phone and after a short conversation asked us to enter the office of the Principal. Principal Benedict Perry was a stout man in late forties and he stood up to greet us as we entered. Evidently, he was Dad's old college roommate and one of his closest friends. They had lost contact when all of a sudden they ran into each other at a convention in London. Thus, the mystery was solved. He had pulled a few strings to grant me admission in this school. And by the looks of it, I was also getting scholarship based on my soccer skills. After about half an hour all of us exited the office. It was 8:30 pm and Principal Perry wanted my parents to make a move on since he didn't want Dad driving in his sleep. He asked his secretaries to have the Head Boy meet him downstairs. We waited for the head boy downstairs and in about five minutes, I saw a tall boy walking towards us. Principal introduced him as Gary Coopers, the head boy at Newford. Gary was in the twelfth grade, three years senior to me. BTW, the school had grades 1 through 12. After shaking hands with Dad and hugging mom, I followed Gary towards the dormitory. Gary seemed pretty friendly even though he was the Head Boy. The dorm's building was just breathtakingly huge as it provided beds for five thousand boys. There were thirteen floors. The wardens occupied the ground floor, while the thirteenth floor housed rooms for the twelfth grade. After introducing me to one of the wardens, we took the elevator to the tenth floor for the grade ten students. There was another warden there as we walked out of the lift. There were two hundred rooms on each floor and four students resided in each room. There were ten corridors on each floor. The toilets were at the end of each corridor. We entered room no. 09-156. I was surprised to see my bag and two suitcases placed next to my bed. There were four beds in the room, one in each corner. Unfortunately, there were no windows but the central air conditioning seemed remarkable. There were vents on all four corners and the temperature was cool. Rooms were large enough blue walls and there were four study tables with chairs in each room. Gary introduced me to my room mates- Daniel McGregor, Jason Brown and Mark Knight. They were all sixteen like me and in the eleventh grade. We talked to each other for a few minutes as I unpacked and kept my books and clothes into the closet on my side of the room. At 9:00, the bell rang and five minutes all the lights were switched off. It took me a long time to fall asleep. I woke suddenly and realized that there was a loud persistent buzzing sound reverberating through the room. Rest of my roommates were already up and tidying their beds. I looked at the wall clock. It was 4:15 AM. 'Hurry up, mate! We've to assemble on ground 16 B in half an hour.' Shouted Jason. 'Why?' 'Haven't you gone through your weekday schedule? It is right there on your study table.' Said Daniel. I walked up to my table and picked up a laminated sheet of paper. 4:15 Wake up alarm 4:45 Exercise 6:00 Breakfast 7:00 Morning Assembly 7:15 1st Period 8:00 2nd period . . . . 12:00 Lunch . . . 4:00 Sports 6:30 Dinner . 9:00 Alarm 9:05 Lights off The exercise included a little bit of running, some yoga and a bit of stretching. After which we returned to the dorm and hit shower. As we got ready for our classes, it became apparent that all three of my roommates were good friends. Daniel and Mark were infact in the School soccer team. Daniel was tall and thin with dark brown hair which he kept tied behind in a ponytail. Jason was short and fat with round glasses and sported a crew cut. Mark was very good- looking; his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither Daniel nor I could ever have achieved. He was as tall as me at 5'11. For years, I had been the arrogant, handsome soccer player in my old school, but here I could see that I had competition. I reckon, it would be difficult to say who was better looking between Mark and I if it hadn't been for our hairstyle. I kept my long hair slicked back with gel whereas Mark's hair needed to extra help. They just fell into place. Our first period was Economics. I had never enjoyed that subject but our teacher, Mr. Lupin was simply excellent. Daniel was seated right infront of me, while Mark sat on my right behind Jason. I had never thought that I would make friends this quick. I glanced back and saw that a girl sitting behind Mark was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn't seem to have noticed. It was apparent that both Dan and Mark were well known and that Mark was considered the height of coolness. As soon as the bell rang, my eyes fell on a girl who was sitting in the first row. I was smitten as she stood up to leave the room. She was tall - I guessed her to be just an inch shorter than me; with long blonde hair and amazing deep blue eyes. As the girl walked out to Hall, many boys' heads turned, and some of them seemed to have become temporarily speechless just like me. Mark saw me staring as she disappeared in the hall. 'Eve Armstrong.' He said. 'Best tennis player in the school.' 'She's gorgeous,' I said. 'If you want to talk to her, I can ask Victoria to introduce you to her. They are very good friends.' 'Who's Victoria?' 'My girlfriend. Now let's go. I don't want to be late for Maths.' As we stood up, I noticed a boy glaring at me. Evidently, he had overheard our conversation. He had a pale, stringy look about him. His hair was spindly and greasy and he looked away as soon as Mark looked at him. 'What's his problem?' I asked. 'Like half of the boys in this school, he is crazy about Eve.' Jason said as we left the room. 'Don't worry about him,' said Mark. 'We'll take care of him in the recess.' Dan looked pointedly at Mark but said nothing. After our last period, we had half an hour to loiter around before the sports session. As the four of us walked out to the large park next to the basketball courts, I noticed the pale boy, sitting with Eve and another girl, who was almost as beautiful as Eve, but had jet black hair instead of blond. As she saw us, she stood up and walked towards us. Mark's mouth tightened as he saw her. The girl was around 5'7 and looked really beautiful. She was wearing a sleeveless sweater and I could see her arms were slender but well defined. 'Hey Dan,' she said as she came closer and kissed Mark lightly on his lips. I noticed that she completely ignored Jason who was evidently drooling over her. 'How many times have I asked you not to hang around with that loser?' He asked as she disengaged herself from Mark. 'Come on Mark. Nick is Eve's friend and I can't do anything if she doesn't hate his company.' Mark was still wary as she looked at me. 'Julius, this is Victoria.' He added helpfully. 'Hi Julius. Did you just join the school?' She asked cheerfully as we shook hands. 'Yesterday,' I said. 'You are going to love it here. Where are you from?' 'Coventry.' said Mark exasperatingly. 'Now look Vic, I want you to introduce Julius here to Eve.' 'You like her.' She said teasingly, looking me in the eyes. 'Umm. Well.' I uttered. 'Yes, he does. All right Vic. Now can you do that or not?' Mark snapped. 'All right, but I'll not call her here. Julius, why don't you come with me?' I followed Victoria as she headed back to the bench where Eve and Nick were sitting. 'Hey Eve, I want to introduce you to Julius here. He just joined our school yesterday.' Eve stood up. I was surprised to see that she was exactly of the same height as me. I had made a small error in judgment. Even though Victoria was extremely beautiful, she was not in the same league as Eve. Eve was, undoubtedly the most beautiful girl, I'd ever seen. 'Hi,' she said taking my hand. Surprisingly, her grip was very strong. I noticed that her hands were only slightly smaller than mine but were harder. 'Hi,' I said as coolly as possible. 'So, how...' 'Hey Eve, come quickly. Mr. Waugh is looking for you.' Shouted a girl. 'So, I'll see you later then,' she said. 'Mr. Waugh is our Tennis Trainer and I really have to go.' 'Sure, no problem. I'll see you around.' I stared as she jogged off with that girl. Nick gave me a murderous look and followed them. 'Why is he going after her?' I asked Victoria. 'He's her tennis partner. But don't worry, there's nothing going on between them. Eve considers him as a friend.' Ten minutes later, Daniel, Mark and I were walking towards the main soccer ground. Jason had gone off to his table tennis practice session. 'I don't think, you've anything to worry about,' said Mark. 'If you have played soccer for Under 16 County championship, then you are good enough for our soccer team.' 'And Mrs. Black will give you ample opportunity to prove your mettle.' Added Dan. 'Your Head Coach is a woman!' I exclaimed. 'Yeah, but she is really good. She used to play soccer for the National Team. She retired at the age of 30, four years ago, and has been our coach since then.' We arrived at the ground at exactly 4:00 PM. There were around 20 students practicing as we walked up to Mrs. Black. Now Dan had told me that she was 34, but she didn't look a day over 25. She stood little over six feet and seemed really sinewy. She was wearing knee length shorts, but it was evident that she had really large thighs. The half-sleeved tee shirt revealed broad forearms with veins all over it. 'Good evening, Mrs. Black!' Dan said, who was the only one tall enough to look squarely into her eyes. 'This here, is Julius Elysiak. He joined the school yesterday and would like to play for the school team.' She looked me from head to toe and said, 'So, do you think, you are good enough?' 'Yes, Mrs. Black. I think so.' 'Which position...?' 'Centre Forward.' 'All right.' She grinned. Mark had told me that the current CF they had, wasn't in the good books of Mrs. Black. And it wasn't that she had a grudge against him. It was just that he wasn't good enough but due to lack of better substitutes, he had managed to stay in the team for a year now. Two hours later, I had been inducted in the team. I knew that Mrs. Black was impressed with my fast play. Mark, who played as the Left Forward patted me as we hit the showers. Dan was a bit peeved. He was the Goal Keeper and I had shot three goals right past him. 'I didn't know, you were this good,' said Dan. 'I'll make sure that I am in your side in our next practice game.' 'I don't think, Mrs. Black will allow that. You'll get good practice when Julius and I come running, hell bent on scoring a goal right under your nose.' Mark grinned. Two week went by, and I was having the time of my life. I had never thought that I would have so much fun in a new school. On a Sunday afternoon we were hanging around the commons on the back of the school. There were a lot of other students in the lawn, which was near a small lake. The school premises were incredibly humongous. It was a warm sunny day and a bunch of students were reading books. We stopped in the shade of a beech tree and sat down on the grass. Daniel was the only one who was carrying a satchel. He pulled out an economics book about John Maynard Keynes and started reading. 'I'm bored,' said Mark. 'Wish we had a soccer match.' 'You had a soccer match against G.I.D. Academy yesterday.' Jason said, irritated. 'I fail to understand, why the entire school turns up to watch a soccer match, and there are only a dozen spectators when our table tennis team plays against another school.' 'That's because football is interesting.' Offered Dan, without looking up from his book. 'And in any case, it was Julius who scored both the goals in our victory against G.I.D. Next time, I won't be passing you the ball, Elysiak.' Mark kidded. 'This'll liven you up, Knight,' said Jason quietly. 'Look who is sitting under the tree, reading a book.' Mark's head turned. He became very still, like a snake that has scented a rat. 'Wonderful,' he said softly. 'Nick Thornton.' Nick had evidently seen Jason pointing at him. Gingerly, he got up. As he left the shadows of the tree and set off across the lawn, Mark and I stood up. I wasn't very happy at the fact that he was after Eve. Jason and Dan remained sitting. 'Come on guys, lay off him. If he complains, both of you will be in detention.' Argued Dan. 'It won't be the first time.' Mark said. 'Look here Knight. I'm requesting you not to do something stupid. And Julius, come on mate! What has he done to you?' Dan said looking at me. 'Not much. It's just that he is so annoying and keeps on following Eve.' 'Oh come on, Mr. Prefect.' Mark said, sarcastically. 'Don't go about being a hero. I'm going to give that bastard a piece of my mind, whether you like it or not.' 'All right, Nicky?' said Mark loudly. Nick saw us approaching him and looked alarmed. He dropped his bag and dashed towards the dormitory but Mark was faster. Mark grabbed him by his neck and forced him down. Students were gathering around to watch. Some of them had stopped whatever they had been doing and were edging nearer. Some looked anxious, others amused. Jason had come nearer to take a better look, but I saw Dan still sitting under the tree, reading a book. He was a prefect and he couldn't be seen watching this and doing nothing about it. Nick lay panting on the ground, even as Mark released him. 'How'd the tennis practice go last week, Nicky?' I asked. 'I was watching him, his shorts came off as he was playing,' said Jason savagely. 'There'll be yellow stains all over the tennis court.' Several people watching laughed; Nick was clearly unpopular. He was trying to get up, but Mark kept his foot on his back. 'You - wait,' he panted, staring up at me with an expression of purest loathing, 'you - wait!' 'Wait for what?' said Mark coolly. 'What're you going to do, Nick, wipe your nose on us?' Nick let out a stream of abuses at Mark and I, which ticked us off. Mark applied more pressure on his back as he let out a scream. If that wasn't humiliating enough, I bent down and slapped his face a couple of times. 'Let him go!' Someone shouted. Mark, Jason and I looked round. Victoria and Eve were walking towards us. 'Hey Eve, how are you?' I asked pleasantly 'Let him go,' Eve repeated. She was looking at me as if I was a despicable person. Didn't she know, that I had just scored a couple of goals yesterday and it was due to me that in almost fifteen years, Newford was able to beat G.I.D. for the first time? Didn't she know that in a day's time I had become the most popular student of the school along with Mark? 'What did he do to you?' Victoria asked. 'Well,' said Mark, 'it's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean.' Many of the surrounding students laughed, Jason and I included, but Dan, still apparently intent on his book, didn't, and neither did Victoria or Eve for that matter. 'You think you're funny,' Eve said coldly. 'But you're just an arrogant, bullying snot. Let him go.' 'Watch your tongue, Armstrong.' said Mark menacingly. 'Lay off, Mark.' I said as their tempers flared. I didn't want enmity between my best friend and the girl I wanted to date. Mark removed his foot from Nick's back but was still glaring at Eve, who returned his stare without as much of an eye blink. I noticed that Eve was wearing a tanktop and my mouth dropped as I saw her beefy arms. Veins were running like crazy all over her arm and the definition was awesome. She wasn't just a gorgeous girl, she was a gorgeous girl with muscles on her body and that was the combination that I preferred. As Mark and I started at the girls, Nick had evidently gotten up. Neither of us noticed it, till I heard a thud. I turned around to see Mark knelt down on the ground grabbing his back and Nick with a cricket bat in his grasp. It seemed as if someone had dropped his bat in the excitement and Nick had picked it up. 'I told you, I'd get you.' Sneered Nick. Victoria's anger had evaporated as she rushed over towards Mark. Nick advanced cautiously and swung his bat aimed at me. I ducked as it went over my head and before he had to chance to try again, my punch landed viciously on his ribs. He moaned as the bat fell off his hands and landed on the soft grass. Before, he could double over, I let off a venomous upper cut on his chin and he fell down like a tree. Before I could kick him, I felt two arms grabbing me from behind. Eve, who had grabbed me from behind, prevented me from hurting Nick any more. I squirmed and writhed to get off her bear hug, but it was fruitless. She picked me up and I could feel the awesome strength flowing through her brawny body as my feet dangled in thin air. Luckily, no one had noticed that Eve had lifted me right off my feet. Everyone was staring at Nick who had started to bleed profusely from his mouth. Mark, who had gotten up by now, was staring nastily at Nick. I thought, he was going to let him go, but he had other plans. Grabbing Nick by his shirt, he made him stand up but before he could land another punch at his face, Dan and Victoria had grabbed him. I stopped struggling since that was the only way that Eve would put me down. Warily, she lowered me and my feet made contact with the ground. Now that I was calm, she stepped aside and walked towards Nick, who was vomiting pools of blood by now. Everyone was silent, it wasn't funny anymore. Eve helped him to his feet and together they walked towards the medical room. The crowd was starting to disperse now. The four of us walked silently towards the dorm. Each one of us was tentative. Mark and I had hurt Nick whereas Dan, despite being a prefect had let that happen. Only Jason was the one who was not in trouble. 'Don't worry, guys. I'm pretty sure he won't open his mouth. He knows that if he snitches, we'll make him pay.' Mark said assuredly. 'I'm not so sure, Mark. He was hurt pretty bad and entire ninth grade saw it happen. What if someone else names us?' Dan asked. 'I told you to lay off him. 'Don't worry about it,' Mark replied. 'None of those jackasses would snitch on us. They know better than to get on my bad books.' 'I am not very certain about Eve though. It's evident that she's not scared of you.' 'Come on, Dan. She is Victoria's best friend. I don't think she'll tell on us. But Julius has another thing to worry about.' Mark said looking at me. 'I'm pretty sure, she won't agree to go on a date with you after what happened.' 'Forget it guys. Let's just forget about it. We have an Accounts test tomorrow. We should be worrying about passing that test.' I said and we all fell silent. Nick, Eve and Victoria were not at the dinner. All the soccer team players always sat on the same table at dinner. Matthew, one of the midfielders who was sitting across from us looked up and said, 'I heard Nick is getting seven stitches on his chin.' 'Why, what happened to him?' Asked Mark staring in a tempestuous manner at Matthew. 'I err.. I think he fell of from a table or something.' came Matthew's feeble reply. 'In that case, he should be more careful, shouldn't he?' I asked Jason, another midfielder. "Ye.. Yes, he should.' 'Look guys, I don't think you have to worry about anyone except Mr. Waugh, the tennis coach. He would surely want to find out what happened to his star player.' 'Star player! Come on Brad, have you gone insane? Eve whips his ass whenever they play against each other.' Mark said with irritation. 'Mark, Eve is the best tennis player in the county. So it doesn't matter. But Nick is an important player as well, especially with School Tennis Championships approaching.' 'All right. Is there anything else we could talk about? Cause this topic is making me depressed.' Fortunately, Mark was right. Nick never opened his mouth and neither did the rest of the school. Though we were able to escape detention or perhaps expulsion, there was still a pang of disappointment. Eve had stopped talking to me. A few days later, Mark received a letter from home. His grandmother was very sick, due to which he returned home for a week. Dan had taken up swimming for which he had to practice after our soccer session. I decided to hit the gym for the two hours Dan was taking swimming lessons. Next evening right after my soccer practice, I went to the gym and was surprised to see only a handful of students. The instructor told me that maximum number of people visited gym at four. I started on the treadmill, when I noticed a girl bench-pressing a considerable amount of weight. She wasn't Eve but was never the less quite beautiful. I must have been staring at her too obviously, cause after a few minutes she smiled displaying even white teeth. I got off the treadmill and walked towards her. She had gotten up and was wiping her face with a towel. Regrettably, she was wearing full-sleeved tee shirt and slacks. 'Hi, I'm Julius,' I said. 'I know, who you are.' She replied cheerfully. 'I've seen you playing soccer.' This was going better than I expected. 'All right, but you haven't told me your name yet.' 'I am Lauren. How come you are not at soccer practice?' 'It gets over at 6:00, so I thought I'll workout for an hour and half in the gym.' 'You could become my work out partner, if that's ok with you.' Wow! I thought. 'Sure Lauren I'd like nothing better.' For the next 3 days, we worked out like crazy and I was impressed by her strength and training routine. On the fourth day, I was delighted to see that she had decided to wear a sleeveless tee shirt. Her arms looked pumped even when she was not straining, which was making me very excited. She started out with a set of 35 pull-ups, which quite simply blew me away. 'Wow!' I said. 'I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't be able to do that myself.' 'How tall are you, Julius?' I was a bit surprised at that question but replied promptly. '5'11.' 'And how much do you weigh?' '165 pounds.' 'I'm 5'8 and I weigh 150 pounds. And I can bet that I can do 30 pull-ups with another 20 pounds tied to my legs.' 'So...' 'So, how many can you manage?' She asked nonchalantly. 'Let's find out!' I said and gripped the bar. I did 15 pull-ups without much difficulty but it got harder as I kept at it. Finally after another 10, my arms gave up on me. '25! Not bad, not bad at all!' She said walking towards the rack. She pulled out two 10 pound steel disks and tied them to her calves. She gripped the bar securely and started the routine. Unlike me, her speed didn't falter after 15 pull-ups. She kept going at it. With every pull, her biceps bulged incredulously and the veins became more pronounced. '30,' I counted as her feet touched the ground. Her arms, as thick as they were, were glistening with sweat as she started limbering up her arms. The dance of sinews was proving to be quite a handful, as I felt my erection pressing against my pants. 'Wow, you are really strong and quite an exhibitionist.' 'Come on Julius. Don't be sour! So what, If I am stronger than you. Isn't that the reason that you are having trouble controlling that?' She said, looking at my erection, which was evident as it was stretching the fabric of my sweats. I was rendered speechless. My mind worked furiously for an answer, but none were forthcoming. Sensing my apprehension, she bent down to disengage the weights from her legs. Quickly, I moved over to a treadmill and started jogging. At precisely 8:30, I excused myself and walked into the men's room for a shower. There wasn't anyone there since by 8:00, the gym was normally empty except for Lauren and I. I was just about to step out as I felt a pair of arms grabbing me from behind. A second later, I felt a pair of boobs crushed against my back. 'Lauren?' 'Who else, silly?' Still holding me tight with her left arm, she grabbed me member and started massaging it. In an instant, I felt it harden. She didn't stop for a while even though I was completely erect. I felt her lick my ears from behind and I let out a soft moan. 'Not bad for a sixteen year old,' she said. I turned around and for the first time, since she had entered the privy, looked into her eyes as the shower kept spraying water on our nude bodies. She pushed me against the wall and our lips met for a fleeting second. We looked into each other's eyes before indulging our mouths in a long passionate kiss. She slid her hands around my arse and lifted me against the wall. I was elated at being lifted by a girl and responded by emitting another moan. Keeping my body pressed against the wall and a foot off the ground, she kissed my nipples and sucked on them. My hands were resting against her sturdy shoulders for support. She looked at me for a few seconds, unhindered by my weight before slowly lowering me. I was so intoxicated by her strength that I didn't want this show of power to end, so I wrapped my legs around her tight hips. She lowered me a tad bit more so that my penis was brushing against her trimmed pubic hair. Slowly, she started to force me into her. She was so tight that it took some time to enter, but when I did, it was pure bliss. My penis was sandwiched against her incredibly viselike clitoris. She started to moan huskily as she continued to raise and lower my body in a rhythmic fashion. But a minute, it was apparent that it wasn't such a conducive position after all. I disentangled my legs from around her buns and my feet made contact with the floor after all. She lay down on the wet floor with me on top of her. I entered her again. She tried pulling me into her, but I resisted. 'Why don't you flex your arms?' I asked freeing my mind of inhibitions. Her lips parted in a smile displaying white, even teeth. She slid her arms so they were horizontal with her shoulders and bent her elbows towards them. I felt her swollen and rugged biceps and would have certainly ejaculated as another wave of passion engulfed my mind. But I didn't want to spoil this. I wanted it go on forever. After a while, I wasn't just content on rubbing the twin mounds of muscle. I lowered my head and started licking her wet biceps as the shower continued to spray water. They were so chunky. I bit into one of them but they continued to remain hard and swollen. Finally, I let go, pumping loads and loads of semen in her hungry cunt. She screamed in pleasure and for a second I was scared of someone hearing us. I collapsed on her rugged body and for a minute or two, just kept on lying there. Till that time, I had had a lot of sex but none could compare with this. It was as if I had just been to Utopia. I felt safe and secure against that strapping feminine body.