For Science!

By

Inverse Shadow

Samantha sighed as she watched the lunch lady shovel a scoop of what was definitely going to be yet another example of bland Tuesday pasta. The girl did her best to give a thankful smile to the woman before moving on down the line of other primary school students, the ten-year-old sighing heavily for the tenth time that day. As the line pausing again, Samantha looked down to adjust the deep burgundy tie of her school uniform, the garment not sitting as comfortably about her neck as she would have liked.

Shuffling down again, Samantha also once more half-considered trading in the black and dark green skirt she wore every day at school for the all concealing trousers the boys wore. Samantha would never admit it, but the skirt she wore always made the child feel rather self-conscious. 'No sense standing out too much,' the little redhead reminded herself with a heavier sigh, finally reaching the cash.

Offering up her student card, the old woman behind the computer typed in the girl's order and scanned the card before giving Samantha a nod. Giving her best impression of a thankful smile once more, Samantha picked up her tray and stepped back into the crowd, the chattering of a few hundred voices making it impossible to make out any individual conversation.

Worse yet, the sea of white shirts and the occasional burgundy jacket made it harder to find the people she was looking for. Sighing again, the little girl shook her head, her long red braids swinging from side to side as she went, and wandered down the aisle between the long faux wooden tables, scanning the crowd.

Finally, with a smile, Samantha caught sight of Zack and Evan, the two sitting beside each other, whispering and waving their hands about as they glanced around like they were hatching a conspiracy. Which for all the girl knew, they could be.

With a grin, Samantha set her tray down on the table across from the two boys, offering them a quick grin as they broke off their hushed conversation, motioning hastily for the girl to sit.

“What’s going on?” Samantha inquired mirthfully, having noticed the conspiratorial look on their faces.

The two boys glanced at one another again before leaning in. “You're not gonna believe what I heard happened from Jeremy!” Zack whispered as loudly as he dared, glancing about the crowded cafeteria to ensure no one else was listening in, despite how unlikely that possibility was.

Samantha giggled and grinned, leaning closer. “I can believe a lot things,” she whispered back as Evan pushed his glasses back up his nose, his blue eyes gleaming with surprising seriousness for a ten-year-old.

“It's sure to get a certain someone in trouble if word gets out,” Evan added as Zack grinned and Samantha raised a bemused eyebrow.

“Jeremy heard the janitor having a wank in second floor boy's room!” Zack blurted out, his hands cupping the sides of his mouth with his hands, barely keeping his voice low.

Samantha tilted her head curiously. “What's that?” she inquired with a bit of a frown as Zack grinned and blushed at the same time, his dark eyes glancing away in embarrassment.

“He means, ah...” Evan paused to clear his throat, finding himself unable to meet Samantha's gaze, “The janitor was masturbating in one of the stalls.”

It took Samantha a moment, the ten-year-old staring blankly at her friend for a painfully long few seconds before her emerald green eyes went wide, her tiny hands covering her mouth as she glanced around the cafeteria.

“For reals!” Zack laughed, slapping his hands against the table and leaning closer before lowering his voice once again, “Apparently he was making all kinds a weird noises and everything!”

Samantha's cheeks flushed hotly, the idea of such a thing making her feel a bit weird inside despite how generally forgettable she found the school's janitor. Glancing at Evan as the boy nodded slowly, his icy blue eyes focused on his partly-eaten hamburger, Samantha's hands slipped from her face.

“But like, at school?” she stammered a little, glancing back at the still chuckling Zack, an embarrassed grin crossing her face, “That's, just not right! He could get in real trouble for that!”

“Only if he gets caught,” Evan remarked quietly, glancing up over his glasses at her, “Which, he technically hasn't been. Assuming it's true.”

“It IS true!” Zack insisted, the boy throwing his arms into the air and causing several people to stare at him for a moment, “Jeremy totally heard him!”

“Maybe he got sick?” Samantha offered with a shrug before finally remembering her empty stomach and the bland cafeteria pasta on her tray.

“No one makes sick noises like this!” insisted Zack with a grin, immediately making a few exaggerated groaning noises that caused Samantha to nearly choke on her food as she laughed.

“How do you even know what that sounds like?” Evan inquired with a bit of a smirk, doing his best to put a semi-serious tone in his voice.

“Hey, I'm like, super mature for my age!” Zack laughed, knowing none of them could really dispute the authenticity of his entirely fabricated and fairly off the mark noises.

“Yeah,” Samantha chided playfully, “that's why you still sleep with a night light!”

“That was a flashlight and you know it!” Zack laughed, pointing at Samantha in a mock accusatory way, the girl trying not to laugh as she shoved a forkful of pasta into her mouth.

“And why were you spying on him in the middle of the night, anyway?” Evan added, resting his chin on his knuckles.

“Making sure he wasn't 'having a wank'!” Samantha laughed perhaps a little too loudly, her friends laughing at her embarrassment as she blushed and glanced around, very much hoping none of the teachers heard her say that.

“I knew it was a mistake when my parents decided to move in across the way from you,” Zack added with a grin, “Now I'll have to get thicker curtains!”

“To replace the ones with the Smurfs on it?” Samantha teased, holding up a forkful of pasta.

“That's my sister's room and you know it!” Zack shot back in challenging playfulness, fists melodramatically tapping the table.

“You don't have a sister,” Evan corrected, biting into his equally bland hamburger as Samantha laughed and Zack stuck his tongue out at him making a rude noise, “Plus, none of us here born yet when that happened!”

“Score one point for our resident genius!” Samantha giggled, grinning at Evan who blushed a little and glanced askance as Zack leaned in closer to him.

“Ah, who am I kidding, we'd be lost without our favourite brainiac!” he commented teasingly, ruffling his friend's short blond hair playfully, “Maybe one day you'll invent something that can get us out of doing homework!”

Evan chuckled, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “Well, as much as my parents like to say that teachers who give a lot of homework are just lazy, I'm way more interested in biology than mechanical things.”

“So maybe you can clone teachers that don't give homework then?” offered Zack with a grin that made everyone laugh for a moment before Samantha frowned, a weird thought still sticking a little in her brain.

“But like, how often do you think he does it?” she asked, staring a little confused into middle space.

“Not give homework?” Zack asked, tilting his head in confusion at the seeming non-sequitur, Samantha waving him off, shaking her head dismissively, forcing herself to eat more of her bland pasta.

“No, no, the janitor,” she corrected, leaning forward again to lower her voice, the girl blushing a bit as she glanced askance “How often does he... you know?”

“Have a wank?” Evan inquired with a somewhat nervous smile, his glasses sliding down his nose, his ears turning red as the boy blushed.

“Jeremy didn't say,” Zack chuckled as he leaned closer as well, “he only caught him the one time a few days ago. Hey, those books you read say anything about that?”

Evan met his friend's gaze and gave a shrug. “There's still a few of them my parents won't let me read yet,” he replied sadly, the blond boy shaking his head before a teasing grin crossed his face, “But aren't you the one who's 'really mature for his age'?”

“Got you there!” Samantha laughed as Zack grinned in response.

“I like it when he joins in on the game,” Zack commented, giving Samantha a wink as the two boys high-fived, “But Sam, you have an older brother. What about him? How often does he, you know...”

“Do 'it',” Evan finished, taking another bit of his burger.

Samantha shrugged. “He's pretty quiet about it, I think,” she replied thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow and glancing askance, barely noticing the taste of her pasta as she worked it out, “but then I go to bed way earlier than he does, so maybe he does it at night?”

“Certainly less likely to get you into trouble then the middle of the afternoon in the boy's room,” Evan noted, half a mouthful of food pushed to one side.

“Where just anyone can walk in on you,” Zack added, causing a grin to slowly spread across Samantha's face.

“Oh no,” Even remarked, pushing more food into his mouth as the ancient clock on the way neared the end of the hour, “she has that look again.”

“The one that always gets us into trouble,” Zack finished with an eager grin, “But like, how would we really ever learn anything if we didn't?”

Samantha chuckled and glanced towards the door. “I have maths at two,” she said in a conspiratorial tone, her green eyes slowly glancing towards her friends, “It's on the second floor...”

“You wouldn't!” Zack laughed with a grin as Evan's eyes widened and his glasses fell off, clattering on the table before Samantha snatched them up.

“Of course I would!” she grinned, putting them on herself and making the world go almost painfully blurry before shooting out her arm and pointed index finger into the air, “It's for science!”

The strained electronic chiming bell sound that signalled the end of lunch began to chime then and all around them other students started to rise. “I'll actually need these just for that,” Evan commented with a bemused smile, slipping his glasses off of his friend's face as they stood, Samantha grabbing another mouthful of food.

“So you're gonna do it then?” Zack inquired a little nervously, “Go all secret agent scientist and go spying on janitors in boys rooms, then?”

Samantha frowned thoughtfully, curiosity seeming to burn a hole in her brain despite the fact that the danger inherent in such an idea was making her little heart race. “Yeah, I'm gonna try,” the girl said with a nod, before adding with a grin, “Too bad we couldn't borrow your dad's camera, though!”

Zack laughed as she poked him playfully in the chest, the boy shaking his head and tussling his badly in need of a trim chestnut hair. “Can you imagine trying to get the film developed?”

“It's that old?!” Evan inquired incredulously as they made their way out of the cafeteria, his blue eyes going wide with both wonder and amazement.

“Dad says it's important to not forget the old ways, in case we need them again or something,” Zack replied with a shrug, “He has a few digital ones he lets me try now and then, but he says if I'm going to take an interest in this stuff, that the history's important too.”

Evan nodded sagely. “That's what my mum said about the leeches,” he replied as the other two gave him horrified looks that made them both grin. “See you both after classes,” the young 'genius' replied teasingly, tapping his friends on the shoulder and heading off down the hall...

*****

Samantha was nervous as two o'clock rolled around, the girl glancing at the clock repeatedly before asking to go to the washroom. Shifting about in her seat likely helped sell the grift, as did the look of eagerness and curiosity mixed with nervousness on Samantha's face.

Slipping out into the hall, the little girl took a slow, deep breath, holding her stomach as she grinned. “Okay, let's do this,” Samantha whispered to herself, as casually as she could walking down the quiet hall to the pair of nearby doors.

Taking a quick look around, Samantha put both hands on the boy's room door, holding her breath as she slowly pushed at the door, wincing as it made the slightest sound. Pausing, the door barely open a crack, Samantha strained to listen. All was quiet.

Frowning, the girl considered the idea that she might have chosen the wrong day, but decided it was best to check anyway. Jeremy did have a tenancy to exaggerate, after all, but there was always the possibility. And Samantha's curiosity was insatiable at that point. Pushing the door slowly, the girl eventually was able to poke her head inside.

It was then that she heard it. Something anyway. A shuffled foot. A rustle of clothing. Quiet breathing punctuated by a drop of water from a tap perhaps? Samantha waited a moment, her heart racing, before pushing the door open just enough to slip inside.

Shivering with nervous anticipation, Samantha gritted her teeth, trying to step inside as quietly as she could in the black hard soled shoes the school's uniform required. After a moment, the sounds became clearer, someone was trying to be quiet, but there were definitely soft sounds of heavy breathing nonetheless. Shivering a little with nervous anticipation, the girl slowly closed the door, wincing as she tried to keep it from making noise.

That accomplished, Samantha quietly slipped out of her shoes, wincing at the touch of the cold floor beneath her feet as she crept quietly towards the row of stalls. Grinning, the ten-year-old suppressed a giggle, knowing just how wrong it was for her to be there at all, let alone to be spying on someone.

As she got closer, the sounds of breathing quickened, growing a little louder, forcing Samantha to stop in her tracks. Someone was panting heavily now, the rustling sounds, as well as other less definable ones were growing louder as well.

Watching the shadows on the floor, Samantha could tell someone was moving in the furthest stall. Swallowing hard, the girl moved to the second last, and with a shaking hand pushed the door open. A moment later and there was a quiet, rhythmic grunting that caused Samantha’s heart to race even faster.

Taking a slow, deep breath, the girl crouched down low, her curiosity overcoming her caution, the sounds she was hearing stirring an unknown feeling inside of her. 'Was it him? Is he doing what Jeremy said?' Samantha pondered, the girl shaking as she got down onto the cold tiled floor. She had to know, she just had to.

Swallowing hard again, the little redhead moved quietly onto her back, wincing at every slight noise she made, but thankful that the other noises were covering her own. The floor was cold, hard and uncomfortable, but Samantha was sure she wouldn't need long. Just a quick peak, and she could be away.

Looking under the stall wall, she saw the pair of legs that surely belonged to the school's janitor. Her breath catching, the girl suppressed a whimper, seeing his body move strangely as she slowly slid herself closer, just enough to see up and into the end stall and to get a good look.

What she saw made Samantha's emerald eyes go wide with shock, wonder and surprise. All at once the child felt fear, excitement and something she couldn't define. Staring upwards, Samantha indeed saw the school's janitor. And he was indeed 'having a wank.'

The janitor's manhood in his hand looked overwhelmingly huge to the child, both due to her angle looking up, and because Samantha had never seen one herself. As Samantha looked on, the janitor's hand moved swiftly, stroking his shaft almost frantically now, his eyes held tightly closed as he grunted and panted heavily.

Staring for a long moment, Samantha gasped a little as she found that she'd been holding her breath the whole time. The sound wasn't that loud, but it was loud enough. With a start, the man opened his eyes and gasped as he stared down at the tiny redhead who was staring back up at him.

Samantha's lips quivered, the girl's eyes wide as well, her voice catching in her throat, unable to find words as her mind raced, gaze torn between the massive-seeming cock and the panicked expression on the man's face, his dark moustache twitching like a frightened caterpillar on his face.

Swallowing hard, Samantha felt her mouth and lips go dry, the ten-year-old unthinkingly pushing out her tongue to wet her lips in response. As she did so, the janitor's body trembled, his expression looking strange to her, the hand upon his cock shaking hard suddenly as the child's tongue traced nervously across her lips.

The suspenseful moment seemed to drag on for an eternity as the man stared down at Samantha, his expression both fearful and excited at the same time. Then then, without warning began frantically stroking himself. Samantha could only gasp at the look in his dark eyes, his expression seeming pained, but also there was something else. Something she couldn't define.

As the man suddenly visibly tensed, his fingers tightening, he let out a loud grunting groan. Almost in slow motion it happened. A thick stream of white goo shooting from the end of his shaft, sailing through the air in an arc towards the tile wall at the back of the stall as the ten-year-old looked on in amazement.

All Samantha could do was gasp, her emerald eyes following it as she lie there on the floor, mouth agape. Even before it splattered against the wall, a second went flying, its trajectory sending it colliding with the toilet even as the final drop barely arced at all, more or less simply falling towards the ground.

Samantha barely had time to notice it, the gleaming white blob of goo from the janitor's cock fell towards her before the child could do or say anything despite the weird time displacement caused by adrenaline. Before the ten-year-old could close her mouth, it landed. Right in the middle of Samantha's tiny tongue.

The girl's body stiffened, the overwhelming and unfamiliar flavour catching her off guard, her expression becoming one of shock and revulsion as she started coughing, trying to get it out.

“Oh shit-!” the janitor exclaimed, not even bothering to put his cock away as he turned and flung open the stall, running from the boy's room, half tripping over Samantha's shoes as she lay on the floor spitting out the overly salty flavour of his cum.

Panting heavily, her small body shaking, the girl rolled onto her stomach and stared towards the door, her body shaking, her heart racing, her young mind trying desperately to make sense of what she'd seen, of what had just happened. All at once she felt fearful, disgusted, but also excited and curious, wanting to know more. She knew it was wrong. Everything that had happened was wrong. But she needed to know more. She needed to see more. The idea of getting in trouble for any of it just making the whole thing even more exciting.

After a few moments, Samantha slid back into her stall and shakily got to her feet. The girl's body was cold from being on the floor, and she half worried about what she may have been lying in. Giving a shivering shudder the redhead pushed open the door and looked at herself in the mirror. Sticking out her tongue, it seemed fine. She'd gotten rid of most of 'it.' She'd need to ask Evan for a word for that. Assuming he knew.

Samantha breathed a heavy sigh and chuckled, deciding she didn't regret the little mishap that much. But then a tingle of fear ran down her spine. She was still in the wrong washroom! Hurrying over to her shoes, the girl slipped them on and hurried back to class. All the while hoping that no one would question why she'd be gone so long, and eagerly wishing she could leave school and tell her friends all about what had happened...

*********

Samantha found herself watching the clock when she got to her last class of the day, the girl's heart beating faster with excitement as she impatiently waited to talk to her friends. When the electronic chime finally went off, Samantha barely heard the teachers final words, the noise of the other students quickly drowning him out anyway as they all rushed the door.

Hurrying down the hall, Samantha headed to Zack's class first, impatiently weaving her way against the flow of traffic, the child ignoring the handful of annoyed looks she received until she reached the open door. Poking her head into the classroom, Samantha didn't have to wait long to see Zack heading towards her, the boy talking and laughing with a smaller boy who glanced at the little redhead with sudden wide eyed amazement.

“We need to find an Evan!” the girl insisted, grabbing Zack's arm seemingly out of nowhere and causing him to let out a surprised shout that left him laughing at the wide-eyed and rather intense look on Samantha's face.

“Was geography class too much for you, Sam?” he inquired teasingly with a wide grin.

“No, no, come on!” the girl insisted, pulling him quickly into the crowd as Zack laughed and gave his classmate a helpless farewell wave, “This is crazy important!”

Rushing along with the flow of traffic, now and then bumping into people who moved too slowly, Zack finally managed to wriggle his arm back so that Samantha was grabbing his hand a bit too hard. Laughing at the situation he stumbled along, Samantha half dragging him down the stairs and bursting into the first classroom they came to.

“Hey, what's up?” Evan inquired, looking up from his class notes, the boy standing by the teacher's desk, the handful of other students quietly chatting with one another as Samantha cast them a quick, annoyed look.

“We need to talk,” she responded with a nervous grin, her small body quivering with excitement, “I saw something!”

Evan raised a pale blond eyebrow as he looked at the girl over his glasses and glanced at Zack who merely grinned and shrugged helplessly at Samantha's cryptic explanation. “We should be okay talking over here,” he remarked, waving them over as he moved to a further corner of the room, the few after class holdouts finally moving towards the door.

“This'll do,” Samantha whispered loudly, frowning at the thinning crowd outside the door before grabbing Evan's hand and holding both boy's hands up to press them against her chest melodramatically, “But guys, I- saw it happen! It's -! It's true!”

Zack tilted his head, his expression confused as Evan raised his eyebrows. “You don't mean the Janitor, do you?” the blond boy inquired with a hint of amusement.

“Yes!” Samantha half-exclaimed, bouncing a little in place, “I saw it! I totally saw it!”

“The janitor having a wank?” Zack laughed with a grin, causing Samantha to frantically shush him, squeezing both boys' hands tighter as she shook them in the air between the trio.

“Yes!” Samantha hissed, glancing over her shoulder, the girl blushing hotly as she turned back to her friends, Zack's mouth falling open with shock as Evan's eyebrows shot up, glasses sliding down his nose, “He was in the stall! He was totally doing -it-!”

“And you saw him? Doing 'it'?” Evan inquired half-sceptically as Zack started giggling uncontrollably and Samantha nodded insistently before leaning closer.

“It was -huge-!” she whispered with a nervous, embarrassed grin.

“His dick?” Zack inquired with amusement, his imagination running wild.

“Yes!” Samantha insisted, a tinge of annoyance in the child's voice, her expression becoming a bit worried, “But! But! He -saw- me!”

Evan gasped and Zack eeped. “Not good!” Zack managed as Evan exhaled slowly, glancing askance as he processed the situation.

“This could be a problem,” the blond boy muttered with a thoughtful frown, glancing back at Samantha with a raised eyebrow, “Although wouldn't he be -more- in trouble than you would be?”

“Maybe,” Samantha offered with a noncommittal shrug.

“It's like chess!” Zack exclaimed suddenly, jumping a little as the thought burst out.

“And they call me the geek,” Evan teased with a grin that made Zack laugh, “But that's right. It's a stalemate! He can't tell and you can't tell, or you're BOTH in trouble!”

Samantha grinned, the thrill the ten-year-old felt pushing down the nervousness all but entirely. “Good! But, there's more...” the girl nibbled her lip as she glanced at the floor, finding the small circle of shoes suddenly very interesting.

“Oh?” Zack inquired, both boys leaning closer as Samantha’s voice lowered again.

“He, ah, had stuff come out of it!” the girl whispered frantically, blushing as she looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was listening in.

“He, ah, ejaculated?” Evan inquired, obviously straining his brain a little to dig up the word as Zack looked confused again and Samantha looked at her bespectacled friend a little confused for a moment.

“I, ah, guess so?” Samantha replied uncertainly, offering an equally uncertain expression as Evan nodded thoughtfully.

“What happened, exactly?” Zack inquired eagerly with a wide grin.

Samantha took a deep breath, blushing again as she steeled herself. “He um, he had white stuff come out!” she explained in a harsh whisper, her green eyes going wide, “It shot straight out! There was soooo much of of it!”

Evan cleared his throat, blushing a bit as he glanced downwards as Zack covered his mouth with his hand to suppress a laugh as he checked to make sure there wasn't anyone listening to them from the doorway. “Sperm,” Evan said quietly after a moment, “That's what it's called.”

Samantha frowned thoughtfully and nodded before tilting her head curiously at Evan. “Is it supposed to be salty?” she inquired with genuine curiosity, causing Evan's jaw to drop, his eyes going wide as Zack sat down heavily on the closest desk with an equally shocked expression.

“How-? Why-? What-?” the boy stammered as Samantha bowed her head and let out a small, embarrassed giggle.

“He got some in my mouth by accident,” she confessed, both boys blushing hard now, their eyes wide, both stunned into silence as they tried to sort through the mess of emotions that hit them both all at once.

“Well,” said Evan finally after a few uncomfortable moments, the boy adjusting his glasses as he took a deep breath, “that explains how he saw you.”

Samantha nodded. “I was peeking under the stall, I think I scared him,” she replied with a shrug, before laughing as she added, “At least I wasn't standing in front of him. I would've gotten it all over me!”

Zack fell back across the desk and stared at the ceiling at that as Evan's eyes crossed for a moment. “I don't know how I feel about that,” Zack commented in a confused tone as Samantha grabbed his hand and pulled him back up.

“I think it'd've been pretty funny,” Samantha said with a grin, “But yeah, he ran away after that. I got kinda scared too, but I think it'll okay.”

“We should probably get going then,” offered Evan, glancing at the clock, “our parents'll think we all had detention or something if we stay to late.”

“It'd be self-detention!” chuckled Zack, making Samantha giggle as she lead the way back into the hall.

“Not as much fun as self something else,” Evan commented quietly, glancing askance with a small smile.

“I still wonder how often he does it,” Samantha giggled with a grin, making Zack shake his head in amusement.

“Probably a lot less now!” Zack laughed as they rounded the corner and started towards the exit, joining a handful of end of day stragglers.

“Uh-oh!” Evan breathed, stopping short and dropping his hands on his friends' shoulders, “I think we're in trouble!”

The others began to make confused noises until they glanced towards the exit and saw a familiar figure standing near the doors, leaning on a broom, casually watching as the other students filed out. It was the janitor.

Samantha inhaled sharply, the girl holding her breath for several seconds as the three exchanged glances. “Should we go around?” Zack offered as she let out her breath, the child's eyes meeting the man's across the seemingly huge distance.

“Too late,” Samantha squeaked, the janitor's dark eyes going wide as he stared at the little girl, his face draining of colour as the two boys took a step forward to stand between him and Samantha.

“Remember, this is chess,” whispered Evan, glancing askance at Zack who gave a firm nod, “Let's just keep walking, he can't say anything to anyone without getting in trouble. We just need to act normal.”

“There's a challenge if I ever heard one,” Samantha giggled nervously, the trio heading towards the doors, her eyes still locked on the janitor's, the man shaking a bit, his expression seeming odd to the girl.

“Uh, excuse me...” the man said quietly as they started going past, glancing nervously up and down the now empty hall.

The children stopped, chills running down their spines, all three waiting for one of the others to bolt, but no one did. Instead Samantha swallowed hard and stood a little taller as she looked boldly up at him. “Yes?” the child inquired, doing her best to use the most mature tone that a ten-year-old could muster.

The janitor was sweating a bit now despite the coolness of the afternoon air. Taking a deep breath he turned back to Samantha, his eyes casting at the two boys who did their best to look defiant. “I ah, I just wanted to apologise for earlier...” the man said awkwardly, leaning a little more heavily on his broom, finding it hard to meet the child's gaze.

Samantha shrugged, blushing just a little as she tried to be casual. “It's okay, we can keep a secret,” she assured him, causing the janitor's tension to ease a bit as he glanced down the hall again, exhaling slowly to calm his nerves.

“Look, ah, you should really stay out of the boy's room, ya know? You could get in real trouble for that,” the janitor managed, his voice still shaking a little, “Just what were you doing in there, anyway?”

“What were you doing?” Samantha shot back with a grin, causing her friends to let out nervous laughter and the Janitor to nearly collapse on the floor as he staggered back a bit and stared at the girl in wide eyed horror.

“Nothing little girls need to know about, let alone see,” he responded defensively, glancing down the hall again, “look, I'm really sorry, okay? I, I didn't mean to... you know.”

Samantha nodded as Zack chuckled and Evan blushed, pretending to clear his throat. “It's okay,” Samantha said with a shrug, “I didn't mean to scare you.”

The man chuckled nervously, closing his eyes as he shook his head. “It wasn't fear that led to that, ah, mishap,” he replied after taking a deep breath, causing Samantha to tilt her head curiously, bravely stepping closer to the man as her friends exchanged worried glances and followed suit.

“Oh? What was it then?”

The Janitor opened his eyes and stared down at the curious expression on the little redhead's face. “That's not something children need to know,” he replied nervously, nibbling his bottom lip and refusing to meet her gaze, “You should probably go home now.”

Samantha frowned and shook her head. “I hate it when adults keep secrets,” she commented sternly, folding her arms across her chest and furrowing her brow at the man, “You either tell me right now, or our next stop is the principal's office!”

At first the janitor chuckled softly at the child's expression, but then his own turned to one of panic. “No! Please!” he whispered loudly, holding out a hand with fingers wide in a pleading gesture, “We need to keep this a secret! I, I just got... excited, okay? It happens. You just, you just did something that I like, okay?”

Samantha frowned thoughtfully, trying to understand what he meant by that. Looking back up at him she couldn't help but ask with genuine curiosity, “What was it? What did I do?”

The man took a deep breath, considering his options. Exhaling heavily, he shook his bowed head and answered, “You licked your lips.”

Samantha giggled at the words, thinking it, at the time, a rather silly thing to get excited over, not noticing the thoughtful expressions on her friend's faces behind her. “That's it?” the girl inquired with a grin, the man glancing up to meet her gaze once more, “You mean like this?”

The janitor gasped, his eyes going huge as he stared at the ten-year-old, the tip of her tiny tongue slowly coming out to slowly drag itself across her upper lip. The man let out a soft gasp, holding his breath as Samantha opened her mouth a little wider before dragging her tongue along the lower one as well.

“Oh, oh dear...” the man breathed, panting a little, his body shaking as he reached into the pocket of his trousers, “L-look, ah, I, I shouldn't even ask this, but, but could I, ah, record you doing that?”

Samantha tilted her head again, her face baring a bemused and curious smile as any fear she'd previously felt was long forgotten. If anything, the girl was starting to feel rather powerful given the reaction she was getting out of the much older adult.

“I dunno, what do I get out of the deal?” the girl inquired as the janitor took a somewhat out-dated but very compact digital camera out of his pocket that elicited a soft, envious gasp from Zack, his mahogany eyes locked on the tiny device, his fingers twitching a bit.

The janitor inhaled slowly and set his broom against the wall before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a crumpled twenty dollar bill. At the sight of it, the children's eyes went wide. To them, it might as well have been twenty million. “This is all I have right now,” the man explained as Samantha's heart raced, imagining just how much ice-cream that could buy.

“Th-that'll do!” Samantha exclaimed quickly, jumping a little to snatch the bill from the man's hand, stifling the beginnings of a protest from Evan, the boy's expression becoming worried.

“Okay then,” the janitor said nervously, swallowing hard as he glanced around again, eyeing the security camera over the door to make sure it wasn't directly pointed at them, “Any time you're ready.”

Samantha nodded as the man turned on the camera and held it up a bit, his eyes locked on the tiny screen. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, the girl looked directly into the lens of the camera and gave it a little smile, giggling cutely before parting her lips.

The janitor, for his part, suppressed a gasp, his hands shaking as he watched the red haired child's tongue slide slowly across her upper lip once more. This time, Samantha closed her eyes a little, giggling in nervous amusement as she found herself blushing a bit, finding performing for the camera both exciting and scary.

Closing her eyes completely, and pushing her face a little closer to the camera, Samantha let out a soft sigh as she dragged her tongue across her bottom lip, the little girl clenching her fists as the beginnings of an odd, pleasant sensation began to build inside of her.

Her smile widening, Samantha found her thoughts getting a bit fuzzy as the unfamiliar mix of emotions rose within her. Giggling again, the ten-year-old continued licking her lips, slowly going across the upper one as she found herself breathing softly through her mouth! The girl's tiny body shivering as she slowly opened her eyes, Samantha looked into the camera with a smile that made the janitor sweat even more.

As the child's tongue slid along her bottom lip, she let out a soft, happy sign, giving the camera a teasing grin. “So, what else makes you 'excited'?” the little girl inquired curiously with a teasing giggle, finding the thrilling sensation that went through her at the question to be much to her liking.

The janitor stammered for a moment, the man's whole body shaking now. “I, ah, um,” he wet his lips, glancing at the two seemingly awestruck boys who now stared at their friend, opened mouthed as they tried to work out their own feelings.

“Could you, um, maybe...” the janitor looked away, seemingly afraid to say it, causing Samantha to giggle again as she leaned closer and gave the camera her best, most cutest expression.

“Tell me!” she insisted, batting her eyes and giggling, running the tip of her tongue over her upper lip again, “Now I need to know!”

The man exhaled loudly. “Could you, you know, lift your skirt?” he inquired, his own face rather red now, his expression both fearful and excited.

Samantha blinked and leaned back a little, the request making her blush. “I'd need more than twenty dollars for that!” she laughed, not noticing the sharp intake of breath from behind her.

“What, what would I have to give you?” the man managed, the breathless desperation in his voice making Samantha grin.

Glancing over her shoulder at Zack, the boy stared back at her wide eyed and seemingly a bit confused. Grinning, the girl gave the boy a wink before turning back to the man. “Lend my friend your camera until tomorrow,” she said with a bold, determined look in her eyes, grinning at the new found power she held.

The janitor's dark eyes went wide, the man stammering for a moment. “But, but I, I have personal things on there!” he managed, panting a bit heavily for some reason, “I haven't been able to afford a new SD card for it yet, so the internal drive still has things on it.”

Samantha shrugged. “Then I guess you won't get to see my panties then!” the girl laughed in a tone sufficiently loud for the janitor's expression to become panicked, his free hand waving frantically to quiet the child down.

“Okay! Okay!” he whispered loudly, his voice frantic, “I'll give it to you for now, and I'll pick it up tomorrow morning, all right? Just don't break it, okay?”

Samantha grinned, the once frightening situation now thrilling to her. “It's a deal,” the girl said into the camera, nervously nibbling her bottom lip as she gave it a nod, the Janitor slowly panning downwards, taking in the white blouse and burgundy tie the girl wore before slowly shifting to her dark green and black tartaned skirt.

“Okay, here goes...” Samantha whispered softly, mostly to herself, nervously reaching down to grasp the hem of her uniform's skirt, her tiny fingers slowly beginning to bunch it up as the camera dropped lower, getting a shot of the child's pale bare calves.

“You, you getting his okay?” Samantha inquired, feeling the odd sensation in her stomach again, her voice becoming a bit shaky as the skirt came up over her knees.

“It, it's all good,” the janitor replied, swallowing hard, eyes wide as Samantha's fingers bunched up more fabric, lifting the hem higher, slowly revealing the gentle curves of her ten-year-old thighs to the camera.

Slowly letting out the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, Samantha nibbled her bottom lip again as she glanced over her shoulder at her friends. The two boys stared at her in disbelief, their eyes with amazement and a hint of something else she couldn't identify.

“Come a bit closer,” the girl whispered to them, both boys blinking away the seeming spell that had overcome them, silently nodding as the moved in behind the girl protectively, each placing a hand upon Samantha's shoulder.

Smiling, Samantha nodded her approval and glanced downwards at her legs. Taking another breath, the child pulled her hands slowly upwards, revealing half of her thighs and causing the janitor to let out a soft whimper. Giggling at that, the feeling of power and influence giving her more courage, the little redhead lifted her skirt even higher, pausing just before revealing her panties to the camera.

“You won't go back on your promise, right?” she inquired, giving the janitor her best stern look, the man's eyes wide as he nodded frantically.

“Of- Of course! Anything!” he begged the child breathlessly, glancing back at the camera screen, “Anything you want, just please! Please show me!”

Samantha giggled, feeling the hands upon her slender shoulders squeezing a little more firmly in a way she found rather reassuring. Taking a final deep breath, Samantha pulled her skirt slowly upwards, revealing the the tiniest bit of her white cotton panties to the camera at a time as she could manage.

The janitor gasped, his breath catching in his throat. “Beautiful!” the man gasped, making Samantha blush and giggle, the camera making an unfamiliar sound as it zoomed in, making the girl wonder what it was actually doing.

“Thank you,” the man whispered, glancing up again, “Thank you so much!”

Samantha grinned at him, dropping the hem of her skirt as she held out her hand. “Camera please,” she said without missing a beat, “A promise is a promise! Otherwise, it's off to the principle's office!”

The man cringed a bit and shook his head quickly. “No, no! It's all good!” he said quickly, handing the child his camera somewhat reluctantly before glancing down the hall, “Okay, now I really need to get back to work, and you kids need to get out of here!”

Samantha giggled happily as she spun around and held the camera out to Zack. “Put this to good use!” the girl demanded dramatically of him with a grin, the boy's dark eyes widening with conflicting emotions, all equating mostly to excitement.

“I'm on it!” he replied after a moment taking hold of the device as though it were a sacred artifact and glancing at Evan who gave him a nervous grin in return.

“Ice-cream then?” the blond boy inquired, all but reading his friends' minds, the others giggling madly and nodding before the three rushed out the front doors of the school.

*******

The shop wasn’t especially busy and the eager trio were able to acquire double scoops of their favourite ice-creams in short order. Gathering around the small outdoor table to take advantage of the pleasantness of the late spring day.

With wide grins the children raised their ice-cream cones to one another, unison laughingly proclaiming, “Best detention ever!” before eagerly nibbling and licking the treat Samantha had won them.

“So what should we do with the camera?” Samantha inquired, frowning thoughtfully at the device in Zack’s free hand.

“We could give its owner another thrill by letting him watch you eat ice-cream,” the boy teased, lifting the camera and catching a picture of the girl’s tongue dragging along the edge of her strawberry swirl.

“It’s definitely been a day to remember,” Evan added thoughtfully, nibbling his maple walnut, frowning a little as he considered a few things, “so, if we take any pictures we want to hang on to, we should go over to my place. My parents have piles of random SD cards just lying around. We could take our stuff off the camera really easily that way.”

Zack frowned as he glanced down at the camera. “You know, I hate to say it, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave the video Sam did on here when we give it back,” he added, receiving a surprised look from Samantha.

“Why not?” she demanded teasingly, “It was my greatest performance!”

Zack sighed heavily, the boy’s expression uncharacteristically serious. “I don’t want you to get in trouble is all,” he replied a bit quietly, his body tense, his eyes looking down at the tiny screen on the back of the camera, “If anyone else finds this, you could really be in for it.”

“Awww, I never knew you cared!” Samantha teased with a laugh, suddenly shoving her strawberry swirl ice-cream right in Zack’s face and catching the end of his nose, causing the girl to burst out laughing.

“Dude!” Zack exclaimed, the boy’s mood brightening, his mahogany eyes crossing as he tried to look at the end of his own nose, “That’s such a waste!”

“It’s also a terrible Rudolph impression,” Evan added with a bemused grin as Zack frantically looked around for the napkins he’d totally forgotten to grab in his eagerness.

“Here,” Samantha said with a teasing grin, taking the camera from Zack’s hand and handing it to Evan as she stood up and leaned closer to Zack, “Make it do the video thingy again.”

Evan nodded, fiddling with the controls as Zack’s eyes widened, staring up at the little looming redhead. “Uh, Sam, what are you doing?” he inquired in equally uncharacteristic nervousness.

“Well, we can’t waste perfectly good ice-cream!” the girl giggled, glancing askance at Evan who grinned and nodded, before leaning in and slowly dragging the length of her tongue across the tip of Zack’s nose, the girl giggling uncontrollably as the boy squirmed and made faces the entire time.

“S-Sam-!” Zack finally managed as Samantha stood up straight again and grinned down at him teasingly.

“All done!” she laughed, holding her ice-cream to her tongue and slowly rotating the cone to keep it from dripping.

“Of course, this means you won’t be able to guide anyone’s sleigh now,” Evan remarked teasingly, casting the camera’s lens to also catch a bit of Samantha’s cone licking before handing the device back to Zack.

“Eh, I can’t fly anyway,” he replied with a shrug, frantically wiping his friend’s saliva off his nose with the sleeve of his school jacket, “But yeah, seriously. We shouldn’t let him keep that video. I have a bad feeling about that.”

Samantha let out a heavy sigh and Evan nodded thoughtfully. “I hate to think what your parents would say if they ever found that on a stranger’s camera,” the blond boy added with a concerned look as Samantha gave a bit of a frown and nodded slowly.

“It feels a little dishonest and unfair, though,” she said with a frown, “But I guess we didn’t promise to let him keep the video. Just to make it, and to give him the camera back afterwards. So, yeah, we should totally do that.”

“And thus the secret of what Samantha’s panties look like will forever remain a mystery!” Zack proclaimed with a grin, raising his ice-cream again and causing the others to laugh.

“It’s not that secret, we haven’t deleted the video yet,” Samantha corrected with a giggle, “But hey, speaking of fair!”

Before the boys could respond, Samantha leaned across the table and swiped her ice-cream across Evan’s nose, causing him to let out a surprised yelp and Zack to laugh as he aimed the camera at the blond boy. “Now just hold still!” Samantha giggled, coming around the table again.

“This is going to be extremely painful!” Zack said teasingly in a horrible German accent as Samantha put her hands on Evan’s shoulders and grinned at his suddenly beleaguered expression.

“I won’t bite!” Samantha giggled teasingly, leaning in close as the boy’s body trembled, his cheeks flaring red.

“Hey, it’s not like she’s gonna kiss you!” Zack teased, causing Evan to swallow hard, “Sam just has a huge sense of fairness, is all!”

“Uh, huh,” Evan mumbled, nibbling his bottom lip as the girl sighed softly and slowly ran her tongue over his nose, lapping up her ice-cream as the camera recorded the moment.

“Fairness principle, bro,” Samantha agreed with a teasing grin as she moved back and looked into Evan’s clear blue eyes for a moment, finding them to be just shy of uncomfortably long before looking back into the camera, raising an eyebrow as she waggled a finger at it, “It’s a super important part of a complete breakfast!”

Zack laughed as Evan breathed a heavy sigh and proceeded to bite the top of his ice-cream as Samantha sat back down and suddenly grinned at both of them again. “You know what this means, though, right?” the girl inquired teasingly, leaning across the table dramatically.

“Oh dear,” said Evan, glancing at Zack who gave the girl a confused look.

“You both have to do the same to me! It’s only fair!” Samantha giggled, giving her ice-cream several quick licks as the warm sun did its work.

Evan sighed and glanced at Zack. “She, ah, is right you know,” the boy stammered a little, trying to add a bit of mock resignation into his voice that made Samantha blush a tiny bit for some reason.

“Yeah, sure seems that way,” Zack added with a melodramatic sigh, giving Samantha a faux sad smile, “Such hard lives we live!”

Samantha teasingly stuck her tongue out at him, and Zack laughed as he poked it with his rum raisin ice-cream cone, causing the girl jump a little and let out a cute eep sound before he pushed forward again and tagged her nose with it.

“How is it?” he inquired, sliding the camera over to Evan as Samantha took a moment to think about the flavour on her tongue.

“Way better than the last thing some guy dropped on my tongue!” she laughed, causing Evan to choke a little on his ice-cream and Zack to blush fiercely, his confidence shaken for a moment.

“What a day, what a day,” Evan remarked, glancing down at the camera and slowly lifting it up as Samantha giggled at their reactions, “Any time you’re ready, Sam.”

The girl nodded, taking a moment to toss her thick braids back over each shoulder before leaning closer to Zack who struggled a bit to find his footing before putting a hand on Samantha’s shoulder to steady himself. Looking up at him, Zack seemed a lot taller somehow, the sun behind his head now, making his dark brown hair seem lighter, his eyes filled with uncertainty and excitement in equal measure.

Taking a long slow breath, Samantha nodded, unable to break his gaze, her heart suddenly racing, the redhead’s cheeks flushing a bit as well as Zack swallowed hard. Glancing over at the camera one last time, Zack leaned in close and found himself unable to keep from laughing as he licked the ice-cream off of the girl’s nose, causing Samantha to giggle uncontrollably as well.

“Ah man, I feel like a dog attacked me!” Samantha laughed teasingly as Zack pulled back, breaking the tension as she wiped her nose with her hand, “You drool like my aunt’s St Bernard!”

“And you taste like one too!” Zack teased back as Evan’s expression became half amused and half grossed out.

“How would you even know that?!” he half laughed, bringing up his hands in a perplexed gesture.

“I totally told him not to eat at that sketchy restaurant that opened up on the bad side of town!” Samantha responded with a mock concern, her green eyes wide with faux exasperation that made both boys laugh, “Why do you think the food is so cheap there?!”

“Okay, okay,” Samantha said at last, waving away the silliness for a moment before fixing Evan with a sly grin that made the boy squirm a little in his seat, “Now it’s your turn, Mr. Genius!”

Evan swallowed hard and Zack grinned at him. “Don’t worry, if her nose is cold, it means she’s healthy!” Zack assured him with a wink, laughing as Samantha playfully swatted his arm before leaning across the table to accept their friend’s maple walnut upon her little nose.

Evan took a deep breath, glancing at Zack who looked on eagerly, the boy grinning with mischief in his eyes as he raised the camera to the two. Glancing back at Samantha, Evan’s shaky hand brushed his ice-cream slowly across Samantha’s nose, causing the little girl to let out a soft gasp and a bit of a shiver.

Staring at her for a moment, Samantha’s nose smudged with deliciousness, Evan glanced askance at the camera. “Mark my words, it won’t just be cups or cones that they offer next summer,” he told whatever future audience the video might have with a nervous grin, “They’re also gonna offer noses!”

Zack and Samantha laughed at that, but Samantha's laughter died far more quickly as Evan found his courage and looked into the girl’s eyes for yet another rather intense moment before dragging his tongue across Samantha’s nose.

Sighing softly, Samantha smiled, blushing only a little this time as she found herself feeling a little more comfortable with the whole process. “See? Easy peasey!” she giggled, quietly trying to make sense of the feelings she got when the boy’s licked ice-cream off her nose, the girl definitely enjoying the thrilling feeling it gave her, but the odd longing in her belly was still a bit strange to Samantha.

“Okay, eat up, friends,” Zack advised, “we’re already running late, and we don’t want Evan’s parents to think they have to cook for us when we show up.”

“You just can’t stand my mom’s cooking,” teased Evan with a sly smile and a sideways glance as the comment broke the weird spell that had settled over his young mind.

“It’s the only thing that can affect his cast iron stomach!” Samantha agreed with equal mirth, flashing Evan a quick grin before biting into her ice-cream, all of them knowing full well that Evan’s mum was actually an amazing cook.

The trio then quickly went about the business of finishing up, knowing they still had a bit of work to do before the day’s end and not wanting to get in trouble with their parents for being later for supper. Finishing their ice-cream in record time, the children silently all agreed not to mention having dessert first and quickly headed down the road towards home.

*******

Evan to an outside observer, it was almost inevitable that the three three children would be friends from the start. Their parents had known each other since primary school, maintaining a firm bond between them until they at last each purchased homes right next to one another when the new housing development went up around fifteen years prior.

Of the three of them, Samantha liked the arrangement best. Her parents had purchased the middle house, allowing her to have her two best friends on either side of her. She’d always found that idea comforting for as long as she could remember, and always did her best to be between the two boys whenever possible.

“Sorry I’m late!” Evan called into the house as he lead the way inside, his mother startled as the kids barged in, the woman nearly knocking over a stack of papers on the counter top she’d commandeered for whatever project she was working on that day.

“Oh, it’s fine,” she assured brushing back a loose strand of golden blond hair from her face, frowning at her laptop for a moment and pushing her glasses back up her nose the same way Evan did, “I got a bit distracted by these lab results, so I lost track of time anyway.”

Glancing over at the trio, Evan’s mother smiled and tossed her thick blond braid back over her shoulder as she noticed the other children. “Oh, hi guys!” she quickly added, glancing back at her strewn notes and three different cups of coffee she never finished, the woman looking a bit dishevelled herself, “Do your parents know you’re here? It’s not that hard to run over and check in, you know!”

“They’ll never know we were gone!” Samantha giggled, glancing askance at Zack who was suddenly surprisingly quiet, his expression a little odd as he found the image of the woman tossing her braid back, the rest of her hair a bit dishevelled, her glasses slightly askew, sticking in his brain for a moment.

“We only need to borrow the computer for a few minutes,” Evan added, glancing askance at Samantha with amusement, “Just some school stuff that needs sorting out is all.”

The girl glanced back, smirking as she surprised a laugh. Evan was half right. It was effectively school stuff, just nothing to do with their classes. “Speaking off, “Evan’s mum continued, typing something quickly into her laptop, “How’s school going with all the new students? It must be rather chaotic now that they closed down those other two schools and stuck everybody together like that.”

Samantha made an unhappy face and shook her head slowly. “They divided up a lot of our classes,” the girl explained, “I’m barely in any with Zack at all now, and well, then there’s the whole Evan thing.”

“Well, he IS a genius,” Zack added helpfully, at last regaining his composure and offering his friend a reassuring smile as Evan glanced away, looking rather guilty.

His mother smiled at him. “I must admit, it does a mother proud when her son skips his first grade!” she laughed teasingly.

“Yes, well, we should take care of that thing, guys,” said Evan quickly, pushing his glasses back up his nose, “There’s no sense in you both getting in trouble for being late for dinner or something.”

“Okay, okay,” Samantha laughed, flashing Evan’s mum a quick grin and wave as she followed him downstairs to the basement with Zack a few steps behind, the boy occasionally glancing over his shoulder, stealing glances at Evan’s mother.

“Is it just me, or did your mum suddenly get really pretty?” he inquired, causing Evan’s eyes to cross at the uncomfortable feeling he suddenly felt.

“Uh, can we please not think about my mum like that,” he stammered in a whispered voice causing both his friends to laugh.

“Well, Zack is ‘very mature for his age’,” she reminded Evan teasingly as Zack grinned broadly, continuing to chuckle, “Besides, you had to get your good looks from somewhere.”

Evan paused at the bottom of the stairs, blushing again as Samantha giggled and ruffled his hair as she passed. “She’s got ya there, genius!” Zack teased, taking hold of Evan’s tie and giving it a tug, “Now come along, we have need of your skills!”

Evan rolled his eyes a little as he followed his friends into the crowded little room his dad often used as an office. It wasn’t like it was hard to transfer a few megs of data around, but he did appreciate that they needed him.

“My dad has a bad habit of collecting SD cards and flash drives like some people collect pennies,” he explained, walking over to one of the filing cabinets and pulling open the top drawer, “Some big, some small, but at least we’ll never run out of them.”

Pulling a promising SD card out of the battered shoebox in the drawer, Evan went over to his father’s computer and booted it up. “This won’t take long,” he promised, pulling over extra chairs before taking a seat on the right so that Samantha could take her traditional spot between them.

“It’s hilarious how your dad uses the ‘I need this to be as high end as it can be because of my work’ as an excuse to be able to play high end games on the max settings,” Zack chuckled as he and Samantha took their places, “But I still highly approve!”

Evan chuckled and nodded, plugging in the camera and slotting in the SD card. “I really did luck out with my parents, I must admit,” the blond boy chuckled, setting up the data transfer before leaning back in his chair, arms folded across his chest to watch the progress bar, “Don’t worry, though, he said he’d set us all up pretty nicely once we’re a little older.”

“They just want us to wait because they’re afraid of what we’ll look up online,” Samantha commented teasingly as Zack grinned and rubbed his hands in anticipation of the shenanigans he'd one day get up to.

“I think that may be a valid concern in some cases,” Evan teased with a sideways glance at the girl who giggled softly, unable to deny the accusation. “Okay! It’s done!” Evan said at last, all but jumping forward to tell the camera to delete the only two video files in its drive before clicking on the SD card’s folder.

“This should be interesting,” commented Zack, leaning forward for a closer look, casting Samantha a sideways look as well as she blushed a bit, knowing exactly what he was referring to.

“For science then?” Evan inquired with a shy smile, leaning forward to glance at Zack who nodded eagerly as Samantha covered her face with both hands and laughed.

Evan grinned and nodded. “For science!” he exclaimed, shooting his left fist in the air as he clicked on the video file the janitor took of Samantha, the girl letting out a giggling whimper as she peeked between her fingers, blushing terribly in spite of her interest.

For a long moment the three sat in silence, watching the screen, both boy’s eyes wide as saucers as Samantha swallowed hard and slowly slid her hands from her face, watching a close up view of herself slowly licking her lips.

The girl’s heart pounded in her chest as she felt the heat radiating from her cheeks, her sudden embarrassment mixed with a strange longing to want to keep watching. As the camera panned back, shifting a little lower, Samantha felt a peculiar warmth that made her squeeze her legs together, the girl’s hands dropping into her lap as the trio giggled at janitor's reaction to being told to hand over his camera after.

“He must really have wanted to see this,” Evan whispered after a moment, his eyes starting to hurt from being unwilling to blink.

“Do you blame him?!” Zack blurted out, suddenly blushing deeply as Samantha looked at him with embarrassed amusement, the boy closing his mouth tightly as he went back to watching Samantha lift her skirt on the screen.

“Y, yeah… We made a good decision,” Samantha stammered a little, fingers clenching in her lap, her small body feeling overly hot for some reason.

“By not letting him k-keep this?” Zack managed, his knuckles white as he gripped the arms of the chair.

“Sam would be probably be expelled for this,” added Evan, letting out a soft gasp as Samantha's panties came into view.

“We’d be in trouble too,” Zack added, sucking in his lips, eyes glued to the screen, the video coming to the end and restarting without anyone moving to stop it.

“Y- you are a bit, in, ah, the shot. Like, there,” Samantha managed, her breathing becoming a bit strained, the girl feeling a strange longing as her tiny hands squeezed her thighs.

“Mm, maybe we should watch, the ah, other one,” Evan managed, shifting uncomfortably in his chair, the boy inhaling slowly and deeply as he saw the look in the on screen Samantha's eyes and watched her tongue slowly move across her lips.

“Um, did you parents turn the heat on?” Zack inquired, wiping his brow with the back of his sleeve, staunchly refusing to address the idea as he watched the skirt slowly rise once again, Samantha’s slender thighs slowly revealed in a way that finally made the ten-year-old understand what adults meant when they said the word “sexy.”

Evan shook his head slowly. “Too early in the year,” he mumbled, both boys letting out soft gasps as Samantha’s hands suddenly few up and grabbed hold of theirs.

Both boys slowly turned their gaze towards their friend, both trying to keep half an eye on the screen as well as they stared at Samantha. The girl squeezed their hands tightly, her mouth partly open, panting a little, her eyes wide, expression rather intense.

For a brief second Evan and Zack’s eyes met, both their expressions mixed with worry and intense curiosity. Looking back to the girl, they both caught their breath as Samantha leaned back in her chair, the girl’s thighs pressing as tightly as she could manage, her small body quivering in a way that made the boys’ hearts race.

All at once, Samantha then lifted herself higher, stretching out, the girl’s mouth going wide as she let out an odd, almost strangled whimpering sound. Both boys bit their bottom lips, their own bodies feeling distinctly uncomfortable, their trousers entirely too tight.

After a moment, Samantha’s body fell back in her chair, the girl breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed, her small body trembling, her expression a bit shocked and definitely embarrassed. Shifting her hands around, she linked fingers with her two best friends and went back to gripping them tightly.

“What, what was that…?” Zack managed, a bit of a whimper in his voice, the boy crossing his legs a bit to hide his body’s reaction.

Evan met his gaze, the boy’s blue eyes absolutely huge behind his glasses, his cheeks bright red. Slowly, Evan nodded, unable to say the words. Somehow Zack understood and let out an embarrassed gasp, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade as well.

Without a word Evan’s shaky hand clicked off the video, and the three sat in relative silence for a few moments, Samantha still panting a little as they all quietly hoped against hope that no one came down stairs at that moment. The house was relatively quiet for a while longer though, and by the time the sound of a chair moving along the floor up stairs startled the three children into laughing hysterically Samantha had basically recovered.

“Should we check out the one we made?” Evan inquired at last, panting from the exertion of laughing, his friends holding their tummies as Samantha nodded vigorously.

“Yes, that should be funny!” she managed, finally releasing her grip on the boys’ hands, both of them feeling a little disappointed as the contact was broken, allowing Evan to click on the other video.

“You look like she’s killing you,” chuckled Evan as Zack watched Samantha licking ice-cream off his nose.

“It was a deep emotionally scaring experience,” he replied with a grin, getting a laugh out of Samantha as he intently watched the expression on the on-screen girl’s face as she licked him.

“Hey, at least you didn’t have to taste your nose,” Samantha chided back, poking him with an elbow.

“I bet it tastes better than yours does!” he teased back, pushing an elbow at her and quickly finding himself in an elbow dual.

“I’m not settling this argument with a taste off!” Evan commented pre-emptively as his friends laughed at their own antics, “just so you know!”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Samantha laughed, thrusting her other elbow at him, “Your nose tastes just as gross!”

“Gee, thanks!” Evan laughed adding to the elbow bumping before glancing at the screen, “Oh, here’s the proof that all noses taste like, well, noses.”

Glancing at the screen, the boys laughed at Samantha’s expression as the boy’s took turns licking the ice-cream off her nose. Samantha, though, felt a bit funny again, half wishing her friends would do it again. She rather liked the attention she found. Blushing a bit, the girl realized she even liked it when they’d watched her little “incident” earlier. It actually made it somehow more incense, but she felt hesitant to mention it.

Just then, the noises from upstairs signalled the arrival of Evan’s father, the children suddenly laughing as they panicked, flailing their hands as Evan popped out the card and unplugged the camera. “Here!” he said quickly, handing the camera to Samantha, “Hide this!”

Upstairs Evan’s parents were talking, it seemed like there’d still be time before anyone came downstairs, but Samantha still quickly got up and found her backpack. “We’d better get going!” she whispered loudly, stuffing the camera into a pocket, “We can talk about this later!”

The boys nodded and soon the three were rushing back upstairs, Samantha and Zack giving Evan’s father a friendly wave, hoping that no one noticed the redness of their cheeks as they quickly made excuses and hurried out the door…

*****

For the first time in a long while Samantha was actually happy to go to bed, not that the girl felt much like sleeping. Once the girl was certain that her parents were thoroughly ensconced in whatever movie they were watching in the basement, Samantha slipped quietly out of bed.

Grinning as she felt excitement well up inside of her, Samantha crept barefoot across her bedroom floor and opened one of the pockets of her backpack. Reaching in, the girl caught her breath as her fingers wrapped around the camera.

Closing her eyes, Samantha let out a soft giggle, her body tingling as she thought of the events of the day and the peculiar urges they had inspired within the child. Taking a deep breath, Samantha crept back towards her bed, the full moon outside shining silvery light into the child's bedroom.

Grabbing her flash-light off her night-stand, Samantha all but jumped into bed and threw her covers back over herself. Giggling nervously, Samantha felt herself blush, knowing that what she had in mind was terribly naughty. Was this something other girls do? She pondered. It didn't matter, really. It was what she wanted, what Samantha seemed to -need-.

Holding up the camera, the girl switched it on and fiddled with the controls a bit to figure out how to set it to record a video. “He's gonna love this,” Samantha giggled, the idea giving her another pleasant chill and a deep need to touch herself.

Taking a deep breath, Samantha slipped the light and camera under the covers, setting them down between her slender thighs before wriggling her body a bit to pull up her over-sized t-shirt up to her waist. Turning on the light and putting it behind the camera so it would have enough light, Samantha giggled to herself. Zack would be so much better at this. He loves photography!

Pushing the record button on the camera, Samantha felt a chill of sorts run up her spine. One that felt wonderful and scary at the same time. Blushing, Samantha found herself letting out a soft whimper, a longing growing inside of her tiny body, a new found need starting to gnaw at the back of her mind.

Closing her eyes, Samantha smiled as she remembered standing in front of the camera as her left hand held it in place as best she could, the child's tiny right hand moving down to just below her stomach. I hope it sees this okay... Samantha thought, smiling to herself, her fingers shaking, half wondering what to do exactly.

Her body giving a quiver, Samantha ran her fingers slowly down her labia, the sensation sending an almost electric feeling through her tiny body that made the girl stifle a whimper. In her mind, the girl imagined the look on the Janitor's face as she licked her lips at him. The way he was completely enthralled, totally within her power, all for the price of something as silly as licking her lips.

Samantha did have to admit; watching the video from the other side did make her rather excited as well. She wasn't sure why, but sometimes it was better not to question the why, and just follow what felt good. Her fingers shaking, Samantha ran her fingers up and down, finding the good spots and suddenly letting out a soft gasp as she felt the wetness between her nether lips.

Her eyes opening wide, Samantha's heart lurched for a second of panic, the girl confused for a moment. Pausing, breathing a bit heavily, Samantha found herself giggling softly again, remembering that she felt something very similar at Evan's house. Watching the video in his basement, the girl had felt the same heat, the same longing, the same peculiar moisture.

I hope this is normal! Samantha thought to herself, smiling as she ran a finger up and down between her labia, nibbling her bottom lip as she pressed her finger a tiny bit between them. Not that I care that much...

Giggling, Samantha recalled the reactions her friends had had as the trio sat watching the video the girl had starred in. The boys seemed to be enjoying it as well. Maybe even more! Her own reaction had been embarrassing, but the fact that they were there, watching her getting excited... it only made Samantha more so! The girl blushed again, somehow doubting that she would have reacted quite so dramatically were they not there.

They don't need to know that! Samantha giggled to herself, wondering if her getting “excited” made her friends even more excited. It seemed reasonable. They weren't exactly in a hurry to shut the video off, after all!

The girl found herself letting out a soft moan, blushing and giggling at her body's reaction, her brain sorting through the images of that moment. Samantha's body quivered as she recalled the way both Zack and Evan's pants had tented a bit in the front. The sudden idea of their penises making the girl giggle again.

I wonder if they're like the janitor's? Samantha pondered, letting herself moan softly, smiling as she remembered lying on the floor of the bathroom, staring up at what had seemed like an enormous male member. Shifting her fingers, the ten-year-old rubbed her wetness into her labia, the sensation making her let out a soft gasp.

After a long moment of dragging her fingers up and down, gently rubbing herself, the sensation making Samantha’s brain pleasantly fuzzy. Her body giving a pleasant shiver, Samantha concentrated on the memory of the man, his hand moving up and down his shaft, his dark eyes staring down at her with a look she found strangely pleasing.

Half wishing she could have recorded it, Samantha giggled at the thought, but the memory was enough for now and her body seemed to crave it, the sensations the girl induced in herself becoming even more intense the more she focused on it.

That's it! Samantha thought excitedly, the rising sensation she felt similar to what she'd felt at Evan's. If only they were watching me again! The girl giggled to herself, remembering the camera and letting out another whimper. He's going to see this... the thought intensifying the sensation further, He's gonna go and do it again in the boys room!

Samantha arched her back, the child's small body shaking hard as she pushed her middle finger against the moisture between her labia, her shaking finger inadvertently intensifying the sensation. In her mind, Samantha imagined the look on the janitor's face when he saw her, when his excitement reached its peak and when his stuff flew out of the end if it.

For a moment, the girl imagined it hitting her instead of the wall. Instead of just a tiny drop landing in her mouth, the thick globs landed on her face, the image in her mind pushing Samantha over the edge a bit, the girl stifling a squealing whimper, her body squirming as her pleasure peaked.

Gasping and panting, Samantha gritted her teeth, the sensation even more intense than the first time as her fingers moved rather randomly, but still effectively. The girl's thoughts then shifted to watching the video with her friends, how she'd held their hands, riding the wave, resisting the urge to touch herself.

If only I could have! She thought, whimpering and grunting a bit, wincing as she tried to push her finger inside herself, finding it too uncomfortable to go any further than a finger tip, but it still felt wonderful!

Samantha's thoughts then turned to watching her movie with her friends once again, wondering how it would have felt to move her hands into their laps. She giggled at the thought. What would they feel like? She thought, the idea of the bulges in Zack and Evan's trousers, let alone touching them, pushing her excitement even higher.

Dragging her fingers back, Samantha's finger hit something, a tiny hard spot that seemed to caused her mind to all but explode. Her eyes going wide, Samantha let out a long, high pitched whimper, her body shaking hard as the sensation hit her hard. Holding her fingers where they were, barely moving them at all, the child tried to hold onto the sensation for as long as she could.

Finally, though, Samantha found herself dropping heavily back onto her bed, her hand shaking, slowly moving away as everything became entirely too sensitive. Panting heavily, her body sweating a bit, Samantha glanced out the window, giggling as she remembered she hadn't closed the curtains. It likely didn't matter, though, seeing as she was lying on her bed on the second level of her house, but the idea still made Samantha giggle.

Pushing the blankets off of herself, Samantha switched the camera off and giggled, the girl panting and sweating, her body feeling wonderfully good all over. Smiling to herself, the child brought her right up hand and held it in the moonlight.

Eyeing her fingers curiously in the silvery light, Samantha brought them to her lips. Licking her fingers a little before putting two of them in her mouth, Samantha found the warm liquid basically tasteless, but the naughtiness of the act still made her giggle.

Dropping her hand back down, Samantha felt a great weariness come over her, the girl smiling up at the ceiling. “I wonder if Evan's watching the video right now,” the girl murmured to herself, giggling at the idea of him “having a wank” to video after having snuck downstairs in the middle of the night to use his dad's computer.

Sighing heavily, the girl smiled as she switched off the flash-light and camera, barely having time to set them on the night-stand before she found herself falling asleep with a small smile upon her face.

*****

The next day as the trio walked through the front doors of the school, they found the janitor standing just inside, the man looking around nervously and leaning on a broom as the crowds of school children milled past.

“Here we go,” Ethan commented nervously, glancing at Samantha who just grinned as she held up the camera and caught the man's attention.

“At least we have lots of witness if things go bad,” added Zack with equal concern.

Samantha, though, simply walked boldly up to the man as her fingers switched the device on and set it show to the video she made. Without a word, the girl handed it to the man, the janitor's eyes going wide a he saw the still image on the tiny screen.

Glancing up, their eyes met, the girl still grinning as the man stared at her with shocked disbelief, his body shaking, sweat breaking out on his brow. Without a word, Samantha nodded slowly, knowing exactly what he was thinking, causing the man slowly exhale the breath he'd been holding before glancing around and all but running to the closest rest-room.

“What was that about?” asked Zack, his expression rather confused as Samantha slipped her arms through her friends' and lead them down the hall.

“I'll tell you later,” the girl giggled, grinning as they passed the rest room, knowing full well what was happening inside...

******

The next day a new janitor was hired, and no one ever saw the previous one again. Rumours flew about the school for weeks afterwards, most agreeing that the Principle himself had caught the man doing -something- bad in the boys room. Many agreed that he was definitely “having a wank” but only three students knew the whole truth, and they made sure to never tell anyone until after they had long since all graduated...