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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.
