Printer hums in the corner of the staff open-space. Coffee scent clashes with my sharp perfume. Stacks of graded papers between us. I catch Jean’s eye across desks. New roommate. Colleague teacher. Three weeks of quick hellos in our shared ground-floor apartment. Kitchenette, bathroom, basement laundry. He eats at canteen. I weekend home. But Saturday night changed it. Saw him at the dance. Glued to Mathilde. That prissy colleague. Two years older. Dreaming of settling down. I was wild at my table. Short skirt. Deep cleavage. High heels. Laughing loud with the guy in white suit. He noticed. Good. Now Monday. I wait for him. Link arms to school. Bold. Four PM. His classroom door shuts. But first, staff room tension. Looks linger. Clicks of mouse as we grade. My foot brushes his under table. Heart races. Hierarchy hides lust. Ambitious me. Braving rules. ‘Jean, conference room. Discuss corrections.’ He follows. Door clicks locked. Printer echoes faint. Coffee lingers on breath.
Push him against table. Lips crash. Expert kiss. Tongue invades. He freezes. Virgin vibe. Perfect for my bet. Two champagne bottles if I pop him. Alain’s dare. Saturday fail. Phone killed it last night. Stripped in my room. Showed shaved pussy. Rose tattoo. Spread lips. Anatomy lesson. He dropped pants. Cock hard. Then Alain called. Lied it was mom. Now here. No escape. Hands yank his shirt. Buttons pop. Mine too. Blouse off. Bra cups my tits. Push up. Proud peaks. ‘Touch, idiot.’ Fingers tremble on globes. Nipples harden. Jeans down. My short skirt hikes. No panties. ‘See? Wet for you.’ Pubis bare. Rose gleams. Spread legs on table. Fingers trace slit. Clit swells. ‘Lick.’ He kneels. Tongue hesitant. Laps folds. Moans escape. Coffee breath mixes perfume. Door rattle? No. Risk spikes thrill. Stand. Yank his pants. Cock springs. Thick. Veiny. Grip. Stroke. ‘Good boy.’ Mouth engulfs. Suck deep. Jaw aches like with Alain. Pop off. Bend over table. ‘Fuck me. Earn it.’ He hesitates. ‘Mathilde?’ Laugh. ‘That virgin hag? I’m hotter. Younger. Looser.’ Guide cock to gash. Wet squelch. Thrust. Fills tight. Table creaks. Papers scatter. Pounds hard. Slaps echo. ‘Deeper. Fuck my cunt.’ Clit grinds edge. Printer whirs oblivious. Sweat drips. Perfume chokes air. Build fast. ‘Gonna cum. Fill me!’ He groans. Spasms. Hot jets. I shatter. Walls pulse. Milk him dry.
The Ambiance
Gasps slow. Cum drips thigh. Wipe quick. Tits back in bra. Blouse buttoned crooked. Skirt smooth. His pants zip awkward. Smirk. ‘Lesson over. Good pupil.’ Unlock door. Click. Step out. Hair straight. Perfume freshens. Coffee mug grab. Meeting next door. Colleagues nod. ‘Ready?’ Jean stumbles behind. Face flush. No one knows. Adrenaline buzz. Back to desks. Mouse clicks resume. Printer hums. Lust masked. Pro again. But basement later. Alain waits. Bet continues.