This contains sexual situations, themes, and words. If you are under 21, or don't like this sort of thing, move on, please. If, on the other hand, you DO like that sort of thing, please continue. Comments and fan mail are ALWAYS appreciated. :) C'mon, you KNOW you want to write to me! THE KEY (M/F) by Pami (pami1968@aol.com) He was working too hard. He wanted to take some time off to relax, and maybe spend some time with her. He didn't know her half as well as he hoped, but what he DID know, he liked. He sighed, and focused his attention back on the books in front of him. School started in less than a week, and he had a brand new class to teach this year. He was kind of excited about it, but on the other hand, pioneering a new course meant extra time in preparation, deciding exactly what to stress in class, what assignments to give - all of the things that are so important to being a good high school teacher. The radio played softly in the background. He had on the classical music station, and they were doing some salute to Bach. It was light, airy music. The type that provided just enough white noise to keep him concentrating. If only this particular textbook weren't so DRY, he thought to himself. How on earth was he going to keep the attention of a class of horny, stir-crazy teenagers. He sighed again, and redoubled his efforts to keep his mind on the task at hand. Speaking of horny, wasn't she supposed to bring him lunch today? Where was she? He smiled to himself as he thought of her laugh, her smile, her breasts, her thighs, her scent...." Mmmmmmmm" he murmured. He stretched and inhaled deeply. He NEEDED to get this done. "Back to work", he admonished himself. Despite his good intentions, his eyes kept drifting closed...and he put his head back on the headrest of his comfy office chair for a moment. He pushed back from the desk just a bit. A few deep breaths later, he was out cold. She knocked on the door. Where WAS he? He told her he would be working at home today, and she stopped by as she promised, bringing him a light lunch of cheese and bread and fruit. She even had it in her jaunty wicker picnic basket with the red and white checked cloth over it. After knocking for about ten minutes, she resigned herself to the fact that he wasn't there. Something must've come up at the last minute...but he COULD have left a note, damn it! She was a bit perturbed. Then the idea came to her. He HAD given her a key...for emergencies, of course. She hesitated...after all, this wasn't really an emergency. But she would have it all spread out and waiting for him when he got home, and he would like that. She thought he would, anyway. They had only been seeing each other about a month or so, and while she hoped that the relationship would progress, she worried that he might think it was presumptuous of her to just go on in. She quickly decided to go for it. "You only go around once", she thought to herself. "If he hates the idea of me being there, I'll just give him his key back. And probably never see him again", she added ruefully to herself. She sighed, pulled the key out, and opened the door. She quietly went upstairs. He lived on the third floor, and she didn't want anyone to think he was being robbed or anything. As she walked into the kitchen, she heard the radio coming from the other room. She walked over, peeked around the doorway, and caught her breath. He was HERE! "Oh My God, now what?" she panicked. His head was back on his office chair, and she could see that he was asleep. Books were spread on the desk in front of him. "Damn, he looks cute!" she thought. His blond hair was just a teensy bit disheveled. And his glorious green eyes were closed, hiding their mesmerizing qualities from her gaze. His breath was deep and even, and she watched his chest rise and fall. He was wearing a rather tight t-shirt, so she could just make out the muscles beneath it, rippling down to his powerful thighs. His shorts were loose- fitting and made of some t-shirt material. He had obviously been doing schoolwork when he dozed off. "How cute", she smiled to herself. She walked softly over to the desk where he sat. She looked down at the books and papers on the desk, and one note caught her eye. It was her name. He had written it a few times. She almost giggled and caught herself. She remembered when she was in high school, and she had a crush on a boy...she would doodle his name on the margins of her notebooks. From the looks of it, so did he! She looked at him and she got a wicked gleam in her eye. Could she really? No. Yes. No! Oh, the hell with it...she was going to. She quietly moved the books aside on the desk and there was just enough room for her to sit on the desk right in front of him. She was silent as she perched herself not two feet from his napping body. She pulled her long floral dress up and perched her bare bottom on the desk blotter. She was actually happy that she had forgone panties today. She really had only done it because she didn't feel like doing laundry, but this was definitely a side benefit. She started to touch herself as she thought about him. She ran her fingers up and down her vulva while she looked at his relaxed, boyish face. Those lips....Mmmm....she thought about how he kissed he so softly and yet demandingly. About how he could suck on her nipples with them. About how when he kissed his way down and buried his face in her pussy, those lips could suck and kiss and make her forget everything except how wonderful it felt to have him lick her to orgasm. And she grew wet. It didn't take long. Not thinking about him like that. She was always a little excited around him anyway, and thinking about what he could do, and had done to her, got to her more quickly than a whimsical fantasy would. As she circled her hardening clit with her finger, she shifted on the desk. SLAM! A book fell on the floor with a loud boom, and he jumped awake. As he opened his eyes, he couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of him. It was HER. He had been dreaming of her, and here she was. He didn't think about how she had gotten in the apartment, or why she was on his desk. He just saw that she was, and her face was flushed, and her pussy was shining in the light. "Oh My God", he thought to himself. "This kind of stuff doesn't happen to me!" And he blinked a few times. And he inhaled. And he could smell her! And his cock jumped in his shorts. "Hi," she smiled at him, not stopping her ministrations to her now dripping pussy. She could feel her juices running down her slit and puddling on the desk blotter beneath her. "I let myself in...you don't mind, do you?" He couldn't believe she was having this commonplace conversation with him while he gazed at her fingers circling her clit not 20 inches from his face. She looked delicious. Her pussy was shaved smooth...he had never before met a woman who did it, but she swore that it made her more responsive, and he was sure that it must, because she went off like a lightening bolt every time he touched her. He moaned as he watched her fingers spread her lips before him and her middle finger delicately thrust into her tiny hole. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to be inside her. But he was afraid that if he moved she would stop and disappear. So he just told her that he had given her the key so she could let herself in just like she had. She licked her lips and moaned as her middle finger began a rhythm, fucking in and out of her tight passage while he stared. She glanced down and saw that his cock was straining against his shorts. "I guess you like my little surprise then?" she asked him in a teasing tone. As he opened his mouth to answer her, she quickly took her finger out of her pussy and held it up to his lips. He didn't bother saying anything, just took her finger into his mouth and sucked the wetness from it. She tasted so good, he wanted more. And quickly, he pulled her finger out of his mouth and simultaneously bent his head and thrust it between her thighs to get at the source. "Ahhhhhh..." she moaned, as she felt his tongue slide into her tunnel. He drove his tongue in and out of her, feeling her hands grip his head and hold him against her. He pulled it out and moved up to her clit. He took it between his lips and sucked it hard, flicking it quickly with his tongue. He could vaguely hear her moaning increase and smiled inwardly that he was able to please her so quickly. He took his fingers and quickly pushed two of them inside her while his sucked and licked her button. She was shaking with the sensations that were burning through her. She wasn't sure what she had expected him to do when he woke up, but she was ecstatic with the results! "Ooooh Gooood"she moaned. When he nibbled her clit like that while he finger fucked her pussy she thought she would go insane with pleasure. She felt her climax approach quickly and then it was upon her. He felt her entire body stiffen and go completely still. And he licked her clit one final time, and felt the spasms rip right through her. Her inner walls pulsed against his fingers, and he trembled, thinking about what it would be like if it were his cock in there instead. Her thighs clamped around his head, and he heard her wail faintly in the background. He licked and nibbled and sucked and fucked until he felt her legs relax around him. He raised his head up and looked at her gloriously flushed face. "Get up here," she demanded. And she pulled him up and kissed him, using her tongue to taste herself on him. While they kissed she ran her hands down and pulled his shorts down, exposing his throbbing prick in all its glory. She pulled gently on it, and asked him if he was ready for the main course. He trembled as he felt her hands caress his cock. And he hoped that he wouldn't come in her hand. He kissed her and told her that lunch was wonderful so far, what else did she have in mind? And he knew what she wanted, as he felt her take his cock and run it up and down her incredibly hot and wet slit. She poised it at the entrance to her tunnel and told him, "Please. Please. Fuck me, now!" And he did. He slammed into her in one mighty thrust, and then they both groaned loudly as his balls slapped her ass. He had known how tight she felt around his fingers, but her walls clasping him so closely was amazing. He swore he could feel her heart beat in her pussy. Was that even possible? He really didn't care. He just wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted. Until his pulsing prick couldn't take anymore. He thrust in and out of her slowly. He knew he wouldn't last too long...he was too excited. But he wanted her to come again. He felt her legs wrap around him, pulling him into her. And he slowly picked up his tempo. Her hips tilted up to meet his, in an increasing pace. He laughed to himself as he thought about what his students would think if they saw their teacher standing at his desk, clothed from the waist up, fucking a woman who was also clothed. That was part of the excitement. The heat, the urgency. Their satisfaction was the most important thing...the hell with appearances. Who was looking, anyway? Her breath was coming in little pants in time with his. Their moans were a chorus of passion, his low groans in tandem with her higher pitched whimpers. Finally he couldn't hold out any longer. With one final thrust of his hips, he held his cock inside her and felt his balls melt in orgasm. He yelled out his climax. She felt his cock swell suddenly inside her pussy and then she felt the pulsing. The spurts of his come inside her. And as she felt it, her orgasm peaked too. She screamed mere seconds after his moan and they shuddered in bliss together. After they both caught their breaths they kissed lingeringly. "Use your key ANYTIME", he told her with a smile on his face.