A/N – I kept the same title the same and only modified the characters slightly but I've given the storyline a complete rewrite from what I originally posted. I never felt quite right about the school violence premise even when I first posted the original Maureen's Mojo and when Parkland happened I knew that plot had to go.
I loved my summer job at Hillsboro High School working under a grant for Mr. Deats, the School Councilor. Mr. Deats also selected Maureen Grady to work the summer program which was the best part of the summer job for me!
It was our responsibility to sit side by side for eight hours a day entering data into a new data base that would track performance trends and break out statistical information for quality assurance practices. Maureen and I had to sign confidentiality agreements since we had access to personal information. I guess Mr. Deats selected us for the job because he trusted and respected our honesty, integrity, and good moral standing.
Maureen and I were about to become seniors when school resumed at the end of the summer. I had known of her since junior high school but we didn't hang out in the same circles. She was popular, beautiful, and athletic, dating all-star football player Jed Clark.
I didn't want to get the shit kicked out of me by JC, of course, so I wasn't about to try to put the moves on the jock's girlfriend but when you sit side by side next to a person for eight hours a day, five days a week, you're bound to develop personal familiarity so we became more friendly than the acquaintances we had been in the past. I just didn't dare to flirt with her knowing JC was the jealous type!
My name is Brooks Humphrey but Maureen established this running joke by purposely butchering my name for comedic affect. I was Humphrey Brooks or Brook Humphreys or Humphrey Bogart or Garth Brooks – she'd come up with something new or different almost every time she spoke to me! I didn't mind. I liked the attention from her and because we were alone so much (Mr. Deats didn't spend a lot of time supervising us in person) I felt flattered to have Maureen all to myself.
I was constantly making fun of her 'mojo'. She was such a bubbly, energetic and enthusiastic person that it was easy to rib her for as naïve, cheerful and even goofy.
"Your mojo is a no-go," I'd remark whenever she was particularly animated.
We were pretty much the only people in the school on this stormy day. Mr. Deats called and said he wasn't coming in and I hadn't seen anybody else for most of the morning.
There had been severe weather storm warnings for the past few days but I didn't pay particular attention to that stuff. There had only been a handful of twisters in Blue County over the years so what were the chances? This was New England. We had blizzards in the winter and thunder and lightning storms in the summer.
Maureen looked very nice in a plaid skirt and yellow tee shirt on this summer day. It had been pouring cats and dogs outside with thunder and lightning in the distance and we were debating whether or not we should power off the computers just to be safe even with the power surge protectors.
Maureen had been staring out the window several times keeping her eye on the storm. "Oh My God," she said with shock. "Is that a funnel cloud?"
I glanced out the window and was surprised to see a cone shape dipping out from dark clouds in the distance. I had never seen such a thing before in person.
"Maybe we should seek shelter," I said with conviction.
"Is that really a tornado!?" She asked.
"I don't think we should sit around waiting to find out," I replied. "Come on!"
I grabbed Maureen's hand and whisked her from her desk and out of the room, into the hallway.
A janitor's closet was just down the hall and because it was summer it wasn't locked so we rushed inside it, closing the door behind us. Maureen was shaking beside me.
"I don't want to die," she panicked.
"Nobody's going to die."
I gently pushed her to the floor to avoid any potential flying debris and I sat next to her on the cold cement.
"Oh my God," Maureen cried when the noise got louder. "We're going to die!"
"It's a pretty strong building," I assured her.
"I don't want to die," she sobbed.
I pulled her close to me and hugged her tight. "Calm down," I told her.
There was a swooshing sound and Maureen practically jumped into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and burying her face in my chest while shaking uncontrollably.
I covered her face with my hand and I rested my chin on the top of her head trying to comfort her. I could hear her sobbing against my shirt as I stroked her hair.
"I don't want to die," she moaned. "Oh, sweet Jesus, save me."
"Maureen, pull yourself together," I told her, dipping my head down to look into her face that was covered with tears and snot.
She looked at me with eyes that were so wide and frightened that I thought they were going to fall out of her head. I leaned in and covered her mouth with mine, kissing her forcefully and I was surprised when she returned the kiss with urgency and desperation. I had never kissed (or been kissed) with such intensity and we made out with fear and panic.
I kissed her harder and my hand found its way down the back of her skirt and inside her panties as I squeezed her naked buns with my hand, quite literally getting my first piece of ass.
I heard what I can only describe as a roaring train outside and Maureen was practically kissing my lips off and her tongue was inside my mouth and I chewed on hers. My free hand was brushing through her long brown hair while I continued to squeeze her ass cheeks under her panties with my other hand and I made out with her as if there was no tomorrow. Who knew – maybe there wasn't!
I don't know how long we sucked each other's faces off or how long my hand traipsed around on her ass. Her panties were now on the floor and her skirt was hiked up and I saw a patch of her brown pubic hair as she rubbed her snatch against my clothed groin.
I felt myself become stiff and she moaned as she kept fractioning herself up and down on my lap. I now had both my hands on her bare ass cheeks to keep her from sliding off my legs and we were still making out, at least until she dropped her head back and gave out a loud scream and I realized that she just had herself a tornado orgasm.
It was the most unbelievable sight I'd ever seen as I stared into her face – her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open and suddenly she went limp and fell against me.
"That was some mojo," I quipped as I caught my breath.
It was only then that I realized that the storm had passed.
"Is it over?" Maureen asked, finally opening her eyes when she lifted her head from my shoulder.
"I think so," I said (with disappointment), giving her one last kiss knowing this was the end of our brief stormy romance.
She wiped her face with the back of her hand and slowly climbed off me, standing and looking both confused and embarrassed. I stood too and glanced at her.
"You okay?" I asked.
She nodded as she pulled her panties up her legs and under her skirt. "I really thought we were going to die."
She looked at me, almost as if she was seeing me for the first time. "Brooks," she said awkwardly before looking away.