I didn't name names on purpose. Let your imaginations run wild!


He'd avoided being alone with her in her classroom for years. The temptation was strong although she had been blissfully unaware. She'd gone on her merry way, happily and blissfully unaware of the torment that she caused with every "short" skirt or "high" slit. The tops that exposed the tops of her breasts were worse. Yet there she went, ignorant of the torture she caused her friend every time she gave him a peek at what she kept hidden from the world. That's the way it was and that's the way he wanted it. She was friendly, welcoming, and open. A smile brightened his day. To see her eyes sparkle; oh, those were the images that lived in dreams.

It was easy enough to make sure that, when he needed something, someone else was in her room. Pass by or be in the area working on something else until someone was with her and then casually walk in. No one thought anything of it. No one wondered. Why would they? She was so friendly it was easy to believe that he was there when other people were around. And he was checking in on several rooms so she wasn't that special. Not really. She really didn't stand out. Not really.

One day, after school, he was in the area and looked into her classroom. He couldn't believe his eyes. Knowing for a fact that she hated heights, he wondered what she was doing standing on her tip-toes on top of a desk and stretching to reach a poster that was taped up near the ceiling. "Why didn't she just ask me for help?" he muttered under his breath. Shaking his head and continuing to mutter about "stubborn women", he stalked into the room while trying not to make too much ruckus. His most deep-seeded fear was that she would fall before he could reach her. Looking at her flexed calves, her locked knees, and her currently exposed mid-thighs, he gave thanks that today was a day that she wore one of her shorter skirts. He raised his gaze to take in her now un-tucked shirt that gave him a never-before-seen glimpse of her back. He bit his lips in an attempt to stifle his groan but was unsuccessful. It was at this point that he saw the leg of the desk give way. Everything moved in slow motion. The hex-screw bounced on the floor with a ping-ping-ping sound. The silver leg slid up inside the painted black medal one. The wooden desk top began to tilt at an angle that looked reminiscent of the deck of the Titanic. And her…her. She began to wobble. To fall. He cursed and leapt with his arms outstretched. As she fell, her head hit his right elbow so he curled her up against his chest and held her in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. He looked down into her brown-green eyes and whispered, "It's okay. I've got you." He watched her swallow hard. He felt her left hand grasp at his back and her right clutch at his shoulder. He watched her blink slowly and swallow hard again. She still said nothing. It was then he realized where his other hand had landed.

Not breaking eye contact, he kicked a chair out from underneath a desk and sat down, keeping her cradled against his chest. He slid his left hand from its perch on her upper thigh just a tad higher, caressing the very top of her leg. He felt her breath hitch as she pulled her other leg free from the wobbling desk and let it drop wide of his lap. His finger toyed with the edge of her panties. She didn't move. He slid his hand underneath her panties, touching the heart of her. Her eyes dilated as she held her breath. She clutched his shirt. He plunged his two middle fingers into her wet tunnel. She bit her lip but stared straight into his eyes. He used his forefinger to tap her clit and she still refused to make a sound. He could tell it was a struggle as she held her breath and exhaled quickly, but she refused to let anyone hear what was going on. She was close, so close. Then… She let go of his shirt and reached for his belt.

Yanking his hand from her warm wet cunt, he pulled her over to her desk in the corner of the room. No one could see her desk from the hall. No one could tell as long as they were quiet. Spinning her around so they were face to face, he pressed himself against her. "Not a sound." he murmured. She nodded as she leaned forward to place a kiss against his neck. He reached under her skirt and yanked down her panties. "Do you have any idea how long I have wanted… How many fantasies I have had?" She reached for his belt buckle but he grabbed her hands and held them behind her back with his left hand as he undid his pants with his right. "Not this time, sweets. Can't take it. This has been a long time comin' and I don't want it to happen too fast." He looked at the height difference and seemed frustrated for a second.

She whispered, "Let go of my hands."

He released his grip on her hands but didn't step away. He didn't move. That's why he felt rather than saw her as she raised her bra before she leaned back to expose her silky white never-seen-the-sun breasts to his chocolate brown eyes. Unable to do anything but dive in, he captured one peachy nipple in his mouth as he gripped her hips and held her on the edge of her desk. While she held her breast for him to feast on and cradled his head, biting her lips to keep from screaming, he held her steady to receive his thrusts. Together they came, shattering in an explosive climax that seemed to send the world spinning off its axis.

Reflexive sucking continued on her breast as he gasped for air. Aftershocks contracted around him through her cunny. The couple stayed locked together, wrapped in each other, ignoring the danger of getting caught in this precarious position. She began to murmur sweet nothings as she caressed his head and rubbed his ears and neck. He transferred to her other breast, wanting to give equal attention to the creamy white mound. He found that as he suckled she began to thrust against him. It had been a long time since he had rebounded so quickly but he found that he was already hardening, already stiffening, already feeling the need to take her again. He needed to brand her from the inside out. He needed her to know and feel that no matter who she was with in the future, she belonged to him. She dug her heels into his back, trying to pull him closer. He grasped her knees and pulled them apart. He lifted his head and smiled widely as he shook his head no. Before she could ask her question he reared back and slammed inside her. She reached down to grip the desk and threw her head back to try to keep the scream from escaping. Pushing her down on top of the papers on her desk, he took great pleasure in slowly and steadily taking control of her body. Seeing her arch helplessly under his mastery made him want her even more. Hearing her pant quietly drove him to the brink. He pulled out of her warm, willing body and flipped her over. She held on to the other side of her desk as he spread her legs wide. He leaned over her back to whisper in her ear. "Plant your feet, sweets. This is going to get rough." She wiggled back, flattening her feet on the floor just in front of his and bending her knees as she pressed her wet center against him. Keeping his chest pressed to her back, he moaned against the back of her neck. "Yer killin' me." She lifted her head and gasped out a chuckle. He nuzzled against the side of her face before he bit down on her shoulder as he slid back inside. She jammed her fist into her mouth to muffle her scream as she tried to rock back and meet him. Realizing that all she could do was lie still and take it, she renewed her grip on the desk with one hand and continued to muffle her cries with the other. He maintained his jackhammer pace, mounting and branding her as his right there on her desk. In and out, in and out, in, in, in, until she thought he was coming through the top of her skull. Then she felt it… everything that he had to give was left inside her and was spilling out onto the floor. She gasped his name with her last breath and collapsed on top of the desk in a sweaty, exhausted heap. He lay partially beside her and partially on top of her, still inside of her. "Guess we should move at some point."

"Mmmm…"

He gave a soft chuckle at her response. "I'm gonna check and see if anyone else is still here."

She murmured softly, "I should probably be getting home."

He helped her up to a standing position, keeping his arms around her waist. His lips brushed her ear as he spoke quietly. "I'm here for a while yet. If you decide… There are showers."

She turned in his arms, pressing a kiss to his chin. "Yeah. Or…"

"Or?" he repeated.

"Or." she said as she stuffed her panties into her purse. She cupped him in her hand and ran her thumb over his overly sensitive tip. "Thanks for saving me." She bent and sucked him into her mouth, causing him to close his eyes at the unexpected bliss. She sucked him hard. She took him completely into her mouth and caressed his balls with her hand. Then she withdrew and tucked him back into his pants. "I guess you have something to look forward to and fantasize about tonight." she said as she started to get up.

He grabbed her shoulders. Staring into her eyes wildly he growled, "Woman, you have no idea what you are playing with."

Grabbing his wrists she rose pressing her body against his. "I think I do. I'm tantalizing the man who has fantasized about me for years but never hinted about it. We could have been doing that for years now instead of imagining it, but instead…" She looked down and twirled her fingers over her own nipples before shrugging her shoulders. She stepped away from him as she teased, "Oh well. I guess the fantasy was better." Suddenly she was slammed up against the wall behind her desk, skirt hiked to her waist and legs wrapped around him. He was in her face with his hands clutching her cheeks, his hot breath fanning her face. "Don't you ever say something like that ever again!" She grabbed his shoulders. "What are you going to do about it?" She teased as she rolled her hips.

"Keep it up and I'm gonna tan that ass before I take it again." he growled. "So you best better get going. Now." He cupped the back of her head before leaning down and finally laying claim to her mouth. Once he felt her body start to go lax in his arms he lowered her into her desk chair and walked out of the room. When he returned five minutes later from his circuit of making sure that the rest of the building was empty and secure, he found a note taped to the door.

Thanks for saving me when I fell

And sticking around to make sure there were no ill effects.

I could have really hurt myself if I had landed on something really hard.

It's nice to know that we have so much in common. Who would have thought that we both like _.

He couldn't believe the last word was smudged so badly that he couldn't read it. There was no way to tell what the word was and he knew that it would tell him where to meet her for another round. Talk about frustration.