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Melissa's Room The last time Ed had been inside the school was in the autumn. He had gotten so used to Melissa showing up in D.C. every weekend. The visit to Pittsburgh seemed only fair. The women in the office stared and smiled when he arrived, It was as if each card and package he'd sent had been rifled before it reached her hands. Ed thought of how he'd touched her there on the long oak counter just before they'd left for the hotel. The assistant principal looked at the bag he carried beneath his coat and grinned. There seemed to be so much traffic in the office for it to be so close to dismissal. Ed wondered why he hadn't asked the cab driver to let him off at the corner. This was an uncomfortable situation for him. He felt like she had arranged this to give her coworkers some idea of why she ran to D. C. every weekend. Ed watched the clock. He remembered what it was like to sit in class watching that second hand slowly sweep the circle. The minutes dragged on as he watched the white face inside the gray plastic frame. Even as the clock read two-fifty-eight, he wondered. "Surely, they don't do it that way anymore." Another sweep of the second hand and then he chuckled to himself. "Yes, the minute hand does move backward at fifty-nine." The bell rang, and the hall came alive. Children keyed up for a weekend ahead, moved noisily through the corridors. Teachers came and went. They checked their mail, and talked to the clerical staffers behind the counter. they would whisper and then smile. Ed's reporter's instincts took hold. He caught each set of eyes that sized him up. Sometimes he would smile or say 'hello.' Other times, he'd simply say 'have a nice weekend.' His deep baritone inflections were designed to make teachers think about the encounter as they drove away from school. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the familial assessments each teacher obviously made as he waited quietly for Melissa. "Well hello," decorum dictated that their greeting be simply a few exchanged words. He was glad to see her but the timing and surroundings were just not right. "Come on, we have to stop by my room before I can leave." Melissa led him into the classroom. She no soon closed the door before her body pressed tightly against his. Her hands pulled his face toward hers. Her tongue pierced his lips even as her Ed found himself wedged against the light green wall. The kiss spoke volumes of her desire. She sucked at his tongue and felt its tip probing inside the warm, moist cavern of her cheeks. She pulled away, even as her small hand grasped has fingers. The contrast of her pale skin against the light oak color of his hand was striking. She pulled him toward her enclosed reading area. Ed's tall frame stretched above the six foot shelving. He settled down onto a beanbag chair. For a brief time he looked up at her to a vixen's smile. "I have wanted to do this since I got back from D.C. after that first weekend." Ed looked puzzled for a moment as he stared at her face. The taupe sweater clinging to her body covered nipples that were obviously erect. The earthen tones of leaves of the printed fabric of her shirt snaked down her body, covering each familiar curve he'd missed so much. Melissa dropped down in front of him in the darkened classroom. Her hands reached for his belt and opened up his pants. "Oh Lissa, baby, what are you doing?" Ed's voice offered up a feigned tone of confusion. Her hands unfastened his pants. She reached beyond his black cotton briefs to place her hands upon her waiting prize. "Eddy!" Her voice now had a hungry and seductive air. "I've missed you so." Melissa was looking downward even as she shifted her body to bury her head in Ed's lap. Her mouth was filled, and Ed felt a pleasurable wetness closing around his shaft. Her red hair now brushed against his brown thighs and he settled back to enjoy the full attention of her eager lips. | ||||||||||||||||
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Dark Encounter Melissa's got the reaction she desired with her efforts. Ed's long frame was stretched out across the beanbag chair. his gray chinos hung loosely around his knees. "I teased you last time." she said with a smile, "And you remembered how to get here." She winked seductively, "Tonight I'll make you never want to leave." Ed watched Melissa glide back to her desk. Her hips swayed back and forth as she glanced over her shoulder and smiled. Ed could hear her fumbling with her desk. He couldn't see beyond the tall shelves that framed the reading area. But he heard each click of her heels as her feet touched the hard checkered tile of the floor. "I bet you wonder what I'm doing don't you, Eddy?" She sounded just a bit excited as she closed the door and started back across the empty classroom. She'd pulled a basket from her bottom drawer. A linen cloth lined the wickered box. Its geometric pattern was too contemporary to be African. Yet, it offered up a design inspired of the west African Kinte arts. She turned on a small portable C-D player she had on a high shelf of the reading area. It offered up melodic tones of jazz that she knew Ed really loved. Joe Sample's 'Carmel' brought a smile to his face as he shifted on the he seat. This seemed an odd place to begin a weekend. The classroom lost its brightness in the waning January dusk. A silence engulfed them as they enjoyed steaming Lobster bisque from twin mugs. The open thermos rested on a low wooden table steps away. Conversation, laughs, and glances told them both that they were where they wanted to be. The time they spent away was growing difficult to handle. Telephone calls; computer time; e-mails; cards, the contemporary nature of their relationship was just not enough. But, now was just not the time to think about it. Occasional touches and smiles were shared between two people enjoying each other's company in a very special way. The hours passed, and the darkness engulfed them as they continued to share thoughts in pitch darkness. Melissa rose to walk toward the windows of her first floor classroom. The Friday night emptiness of the parking lot was no surprise. The cleaning crew would come in sometime Sunday to perform the tasks that prepared the school for the coming week. The only car remaining was her own. She smiled at the thought that her plans were working out just as she expected. "Eddy baby, kiss me now." She moved into his waiting arms and held him close. The gray enamel of her nailed fingertips loosened the opaque ivory buttons of his shirt. She ran her fingertips across the warm brown surface of his skin. His tongue probed deep inside her mouth even as he felt her fingertips scraping across the naked flesh of his back. "Leesa baby, I think we should go now. You are just getting to me too much now." "Nobody's here now but us Eddy." She giggled as she stepped away and fingered at her sweater. The buttons of her top opened one by one to reveal her breasts. "My second grade teacher never went braless Leesa." Ed sighed deeply and looked at her in the dim light offered my the exit sign. "I wasn't your second grade teacher Eddy!" Melissa giggled as she raised her skirt to her waist. The view left Ed's mouth agape. She had removed her panties when she'd gone to her desk hours ago. The gray silver of a garter belt attached to sheer black hose that framed her barren flesh. "Ohhh, you shaved baby." Ed's voice offered a hint of disappointment. "I know you like me that way Eddy. I shave everyday, there will be a shadow there tomorrow if you'd like." Melissa held out her hand for him to take. She pulled him to his feet, and placed his hand on her large breast. The nipple rose to a crimson point. She pressed his hand tightly against it as she licked her lips. "Eddy, we're alone here now. It's just you and me, we could go back to my small apartment if you'd like. Her hand grasped Ed's hand tightly and moved it down beneath her skirt. He felt the smooth, warmth of her shave mound. Melissa let out a long and loud breath before speaking. "Of course we could stay here for awhile, and you could get that tour. There are 40-thousand square feet in this school." She pressed his finger to her moistened slit. "You may find some parts interesting as we inch our way around." | They are coping with differences in time and space | ||||||||||||||||
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The Tour Begins The sound of clicking heels echoed off the the checkered asphault pattern of the tile. The long corridors of the school seemed so much different when they were empty. It was a sound known to the janitor and perhaps a few early rising teachers. Melissa had planned this for days. Hill Avenue was a rare remaining normal school. Its red brick exterior screamed out the type of New Deal construction. The look sadly told the world that it was overused and out of date. Still, the surreal background for passion gave her ideas that she knew would leave a lasting impression in her lover's mind. She thought of how she once heard the old cleaning woman's moans reverberating through the heating ducts. "YESSSS CARL, FUCK ME, DADDY...OHHHHH YESSSS." She still could not look the janitor in the face without smiling and wondering whether he really moved her that much. Tonight, the school was hers. Of course, she'd had a few co-conspirators. The idea of her mystery man being back in town had inspired so many of her friends to wish her well. The teacher's lounge had been a heated place. Women who would never have the nerve to hold their husband's hands in the building offered up ideas. "This place offers such atmosphere," said one. "You want privacy try this," volunteered another. Her friends wanted to share her experience in some small and personal way. The notes started showing up in her mail on Wednesday. "Melissa, you'll find a basket just inside my door." A colleague whispered, "help yourself to refreshments in my right bottom desk drawer." "Eddy, remember what you did to me in the doorway of your condo last time I came to see you?" Melissa did not wait for her answer she pressed her body tightly against his and pushed him against the rough beige paint of the corridor wall. Her tongue moved deeply inside his mouth. Her fingers ripped at the buttons of his shirt. They were still on the first floor of the building. She kissed him with an erotic determination that she hoped with make him want her now. Her bare thigh rose upward against the leg of his trousers even as she clawed and scratched at the skin under his opened shirt. Ed pulled away, but only a little. "I thought we were going to take a tour, baby?" His large hands cupped the seat of her leather skirt. "Keep this up and we'll never get off the first floor." Melissa chuckled and pulled away. "We have a lot of time Eddy, come on this is the reading resource room." They went in. The exit lights offered just enough illumination for them to make out the long rows of shelves. They were filled with an aging hodgepodge of children's books. At the front of the room was a box. She looked at the writing on the attached card. "Leesa we wouldn't want you to loose anything." She chuckled as she pulled a light mesh laundry bag from the too large container. "My friends have quite a sense of humor Eddy." She turned and kissed him again. "What are supposed to do with that, Leesa?" Ed's puzzled look barely hid his smirk of arousal. "This is the library Eddy, we're alone, so make me scream." They had not been together in days. She wanted him desperately. this was Melissa's party. There would be no long, drawn-out foreplay or orchestrated preliminaries. She had plans this weekend and they started here at her school. She wanted one wild fuck. Yes, it was lovemaking, but art and finesse would have to wait. She grabbed his pants, loosened his belt and unzipped his fly. Her hand reached inside his briefs and yanked him free. She held him in a tight and deliberate grip, pulling him toward her pantyless pelvis. She was more than moist and warm. The large tip that she held slid deeply inside her as she thrust her body forward against his. Standing up, propped against the wall of a Depression-era classroom , she was taking her pleasure in her man. Her arms clutched tightly around his neck. Her body rocked back and forth with his. She could feel him almost poking at the hard plaster of the wall behind her back. Melissa's mouth opened wide. A low moan segued into a rising series of whimpers and cries. She pressed her lips tightly against his as he drove deeply inside her body. Each thrust upward from his slightly crouched position seemed to impale her on a phallic mast. Their bodies moved as one, rocking and thrusting in the dim light of a most-unlikely boudoir. Melissa had learned Ed's body well in the months since their first time. She knew there was a point where he could not stop or slow. Tonight she would control that point. In her mind she wanted most to hear him beg her to let him cum. Her right thigh was raised so that her leg wrapped around him. His pants were down around his ankles and his briefs hung somewhere in between. Melissa reached behind Ed's moving body and let her hand go down between his legs. She found his sagging sac and squeezed. 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