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LYDIA
By Katanya
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	"Just go down the hall here and take a right.  It's the only
door there.  You can't miss it."

	Lydia stepped into the small office and looked around.  The rest
of the school was brightly lit, with new, colorful carpet and clean walls.  
The walls were clean here, too, Lydia noted, but there was no carpet and
the bright fluorescent lighting was hard on the eyes.  Where the rest of
the school had color, this room had a stark, gloss white.

	`Typical for a nurse's office, I guess,' Lydia thought, as she
began checking supplies.  She had been called in that morning to
substitute for a nurse -- practically the only substitute job she could
get in the district -- and the biggest lesson she'd learned was to take a
quick inventory before sick kids started coming in.  At her first
assignment, one of the students had lost his prescription and the regular
nurse had locked up all the medications without giving Lydia a key.  Two
hours and a lot of hassle later, the student got his meds, and Lydia was
being reprimanded by an old lady that was either the principal or an over-
bearing secretary;  Lydia didn't know and hadn't cared to ask.

	Everything seemed to be in order this time, she decided, but then
again, she wasn't really a nurse and couldn't be sure.  The district,
typically stingy and stupid, felt that the two massage and sports therapy
courses she'd had in college made her perfect substitute nurse material,
and the bonus for them was that she didn't have to get paid nurse pay
since she wasn't really a nurse.  A one-hour long training video later,
Lydia became the district's only substitute for school nurses.

	Lydia dug a book out of her bag and started reading.  Back here in
the office, with only a narrow window that looked out into a bare hallway,
she knew she was essentially hidden and, until a student was sent down for
some attention, she'd have nothing to do.

	Lydia squirmed in her chair.  She'd bought some clothes that
looked more nurse-like, and it was exactly because they looked so
nurse-like that Lydia never wore them.  Instead, she'd worn a white skirt
that was most likely too short for the job, and a soft, pale, button-down
blouse.  The problem was, Lydia realized, she was bored and horny and it
was a bad idea for her to wear a short skirt;  it gave her ideas.

	She swivelled her chair around and took another look at the room.  
The desk she sat at was a cold dark metal, painted black.  There was a
computer on the corner and a desk blotter in the middle.  Not a single
picture or knicknack that usually adorned a desk was to be found.  `What
kind of lady is this nurse?' Lydia wondered.  She knew that this junior
high school was only two years old, but still, it should at least look
somewhat lived-in.  A small and dusty box of pale blue Kleenex managed
to add a minute bit of color to the room.

	A black file cabinet, with the same cold metal as the desk, sat in
the corner, the perfect height for a plant to cheer up the room, but it
too was bare.  A deep maroon lounge couch sat on the opposite wall, and to
the right of that, a dark doorway led into the sink and bathroom area.  
In the final corner of the room was the medicine cabinet, locked and
covered with a curtain so no one could see in the glass windows.  Next to
the door was the only source of outside light, the narrow window, which
was obviously put in for decoration and not practical use.  An off- white
blind covered the window, and Lydia decided to keep it closed.

	`That killed a whole minute,' Lydia thought wryly.  She rummaged
through the desk and found nothing but a few rubber bands and some tape.
`I need something to do,' Lydia thought, `or some student is going to walk
in on me and my fingers having too much fun.'

	Rifling through her purse, Lydia found her make-up and a compact.
She looked in her mirror and noticed she'd forgotten to wear any earrings.
`I really *was* distracted this morning,' she thought.  `Besides, I left
my good earrings over at Dave's last weekend.' Dave was a guy she'd met at
orientation for the new school district employees.  He was a young janitor
and she loved spending weekends with him.  His large, slightly muscled
frame against her small, soft body felt wonderful.  She imagined his hands
caressing her pale breasts, his tongue licking her dark red nipples, his
hips pressing against her...

	Lydia shook her head vigorously and snapped herself out of her
daydream.  She sighed.  The mornings she woke up horny, she always hoped
she wouldn't get called into work.  She'd never been able to control
herself as a teenager, and even now, in her mid-twenties, her hormones
were a problem, and thinking about Dave hadn't helped any.  Reaching over
to the door handle, she pushed in the metal button that locked the door,
all the while thinking of an excuse for when someone asked her why she was
locked in.  `No one will come in this early in the morning,' Lydia
reasoned. Grinding her hips just slightly into the chair, she felt her
panties against her flesh.  They were cool and wet.

	Lydia slid her skirt up so that the hem rested on her hips.  She
slouched down in the chair and parted her legs slightly.  Her lacy white
panties were very thin, and she could feel the cold from the desk
radiating onto her bare skin.  Her left hand slid the damp crotch of her
panties over, while her right hand slowly climbed up her leg.  Quickly,
she wiggled in the chair and slid her panties down off her round hips and
onto the floor.  The soft brown hair on her pussy was parted.  Her right
hand returned to its place, one finger tickling at the parted hair. She
gently pressed her finger in as she moved it along her moist pussy lips.  
One leg was already atop a desk drawer handle, so she lifted the other and
propped it over the arm of the chair.  Her pussy was completely exposed.  
Lydia could see a faint reflection of her glistening cunt in the shiny
black metal of the desk.

	Eager and impatient, her fingers probed more deeply.  One hand ran
slowly up her stomach to her tits, freeing them from the frilly white bra
that chafed her stiff nipples.  She licked the fingers of her hand slowly,
and ran their wet tips around her areolae.  Unable to control herself, she
bucked her hips upwards, slipping her swollen labia over her probing
fingers.  She slammed two fingers inside her as deep as she could;  her
head jerked back and she took in a quick, sharp breath of air.  Slick and
shiny, her rapid fingers slid in and out as she desperately tried to keep
her moans quiet.  A soft grunt escaped her lips as she bumped into her
swollen clit with her fingers.  With one hand deeply stroking her wet
pussy, her other hand left her nipples and slid down to her clit, gently
circling it with a fingernail.  The hard nail was almost unbearable,
lightly scraping the engorged button.  With her hips jerking upward and
her fingers frantically clawing at her pussy, she felt the familiar hot
tingle that meant she was about to go over the edge.  Biting her lip, she
thrust her fingers into her cunt and left them there as the waves of her
orgasm began.  Her pussy walls started shivering, then pulsed around her
fingers, making her whole body twitch.  Her clit jerked and spasmed under
her fingernail, sending torturous waves through her.  Her cunt got even
wetter as she came, and each pulse dripped more juices down her hand and
onto the seat.  Slowly, her pussy stopped twitching, although if she
teased herself and slid a wet finger over her clit just so, she could
continue the orgasm for over a minute.

	A quick rattle of the doorknob made Lydia sit straight up in her
seat.  `Shit,' she thought as she grabbed a tissue and cleaned off her
hands.  She yanked her skirt down over her hips and kicked her panties,
still on the floor, under the desk where she hoped they couldn't be seen.
Quickly adjusting her bra, she checked herself for a brief second before
opening the door.

	A young boy, perhaps 14, was walking away from the door.  "Did you
knock?" Lydia asked, a bit uncertainly.

	The boy stopped.  "Yeah.  I thought no one was there."

	"Sorry," Lydia said as she stepped aside to let the boy in.  "I
was... in the..." She didn't want to tell some teenager she had been in
the bathroom, even if the lie was more appropriate than the truth.  

	The kid just nodded and sat down on the couch.  Lydia realized he
was in some sort of discomfort.  Being careful to keep her legs together,
she sat down in the chair.  "What's the problem?" she asked, hoping she
sounded official enough.

	"I dunno.  Headache."

	"Lay down, then."  Lydia stood and walked the few steps to the
couch.  "Where is the pain, specifically?"

	The boy disinterestedly pointed to a spot on his forehead, keeping
his eyes shut.

	"I can't give you any aspirin for the headache, and all we have
here are some cold ice packs," Lydia said.  "But I do know how to do some
basic therapeutic massage that might help.  I think that it might, too,
if you're willing to try."

	The boy opened his eyes and gave her a look.  "Yeah, whatever."

	He was tall, with brown eyes and close-cut brown hair.  Dressed in
the oversized baggy clothes that were the fashion, he had an attitude that
immediately identified him as a typical surly teenager.  But when Lydia
was examining him to make sure he had no injuries, she noticed that, under
those clothes, there was a rather well-muscled body, much bigger than she
had suspected.

	"Turn over, I need to be able to rub your shoulderblades," Lydia
said.  "Mind if I lift up your shirt?  It's easier that way."

	The boy took his shirt completely off and plopped back down on
the couch, face first.  Lydia noticed his tanned skin and broad shoulders.

	"What's your name?" she asked, as she started lightly stroking
the skin below his neck, feeling for tense muscles.

	"Dan."

	"How old are you?"  Lydia started wondering why she was asking.
She didn't feel professional at all, asking what this teenager's name was
while giving him a massage.  He was probably half her age.  Lydia knew she
should feel ashamed, but she didn't.

	"14."  Dan didn't seem inclined to talk, so Lydia decided to
explain what she was doing.  The silence was making her uneasy.

	"Well, Dan, what I'm doing now is looking for some tension. When
the muscles back here get tense and knot up, sometimes it causes a
headache.  Usually people consider these stress headaches, and if the
massage doesn't work, we can put some Ben-Gay on your muscles, but you'll
smell like a wintergreen Life Saver the rest of the day," she added
cheerfully.

	"No way.  The rubbing feels good anyways."

	Lydia agreed.  Dan was moving his neck and back a bit, squirming
a little under the touch of her warm, firm hands.

	"You're the new nurse, right?"

	"No," Lydia answered.  "I'm just the substitute."  Lydia found a
tight muscle and began rubbing it.  She held her left hand flat on Dan's
skin, just above the muscle, and used the fingertips of her right hand to
slowly circle the tightness.  It reminded her of just a few minutes ago,
when her hands were busy elsewhere.

	"I like you better than Mrs. Beck," said Dan.  "She's an old
bitch.  You're pretty."

	Lydia was taken aback.  "That's not nice to say about Mrs.
Beck," she said quietly.  It sounded lame.

	Dan turned around and faced Lydia.  "You're hot,"  he said. "My,
uh, my headache is gone," he added quickly, and started to sit up.

	Lydia looked at Dan.  He had the body of a much older teenager,
with a slightly rounded chest and dark brown nipples.  His pants were
large-waisted and fell so that she could see his flat stomach and the
slight curve above his tight ass.  Dan saw her looking at him and stopped.

	"The door locks, right?" he asked.  Lydia guessed it was his
youth that made him so bold.

	Lydia nodded blankly.  She knew what she wanted to do, but also
knew that if anyone found out that she wanted to fuck a 14 year old
student, she'd be lucky if all she got was fired.  If she actually *did*
fuck the student... the consequences were horrible.  She couldn't even
think about it.

	"Uh, no, Dan..." she started, but he'd stood up and headed for
the door.  When he locked it, she didn't say anything.

	She stood and faced Dan.  The boy was at least five inches taller
than her.  Lydia reached out, tentatively, and ran her hands over his warm
chest.  He leaned down and kissed her;  Lydia's mind raced.  His kiss was
young, immature, and it reminded her that her tongue was softly probing
the mouth of a 14 year old boy.  Her pussy, though, was reminding her of
how horny she was, and how young and lean this boy was, and how wonderful
it would feel to have something besides her own fingers inside her.

	Dan moved back to the couch and laid down.  Shaking, Lydia fol-
lowed.  Thinking quickly, she knew that she could never fuck this kid and
get away with it.  But in the slack front of his pants she saw his hard
cock poking against the light khaki material, and new she had to do
something about that.  If he left the room with a hard-on, people would
wonder.

	Kneeling down beside the couch, Lydia slowly unbuckled the boy's
Hilfiger belt.  Working quickly, she nimbly opened the button of his pants
and unzipped the fly.  Dan's breathing was fast and shallow, and his hands
were clenched tight.

	"You ever done this before?" Lydia asked softly.

	Dan shook his head.  "I stuck it inside a girl once, but that was
it.  We didn't fuck."  His voice shook, less bold than before.

	Lydia slid the boy's pants down and hooked her fingers under the
elastic waistband of his jockeys.  Quietly, she slid his jockeys down his
thighs, revealing his stiff prick. It was much bigger than she had
imagined, a good 6 inches or so, not very thick but already incredibly
hard.  The blue veins stood out under the soft cock skin, and the head of
his shaft was a dark red.  Her hand wrapped around his prick and Dan
moaned loudly.

	"Sshhh," Lydia whispered.  "The last thing we want is to get
caught."

	A small droplet of precum had formed on the tip of the boy's cock,
and had dripped down the side.  Lydia's tongue snaked out of her mouth and
licked at the precum, slowly running her hot tongue from the base of his
shaft to the tip.  When her mouth reached the top of his prick, she licked
her lips and softly parted them, lowering her mouth onto his cock.  She
took his head inside her mouth and ran her tongue around the tip.  The boy
grunted and thrust his ass upward, trying to get her to take him all in.  
Lydia remembered the impatience of boys when she was a teen herself,
trying to go down on them when they were unwilling -- or unable -- to
wait.

	Lydia slid her hands under Dan.  She grabbed and lifted his firm
ass as her lips and tongue slowly decended the length of his cock.  The
boy was shaking all over and Lydia was afraid his body was off-kilter, so
she lowered his hips back down to the couch.  One hand ran across his
thighs and found his balls, tightly drawn against him;  the other hand
grasped the base of his prick.  Lydia's whole mouth was now full of the
boy's stiff cock, and while he was not small, she knew she could fit him
all into her hot mouth.

	She used the thumb and forefinger of her hand to firmly circle the
base of the boy's prick.  His shaft was impossibly hard, and slightly
curved downward.  Her tongue had been continuously travelling around the
swollen tip, lapping up his precum as it slowly dripped out of the boy.
The feeling of a warm, wet mouth had been almost too much for Dan, and he
had been steadily on the verge of cumming from the moment her tongue
touched his shaft.  His precum tasted a bit citrusy, she noticed, without
that bitter-salt taste she was used to.  She wondered if all young boys
tasted like this.

	Dan's hands had been clenched the whole time, his body rigid with
nervousness and excitement, his eyes tightly shut.  Gradually relaxing his
hands, he began to move them toward Lydia.  The boy ran his fingers
through her smooth brown hair.  He raised his head and watched as her head
progressed down his shaft until it enveloped him completely.  Dan's breath
caught in his throat.  Clamping his eyes shut again as if in agony, he
fell back onto the couch.

	The head of the boy's cock was deep in Lydia's mouth, her lips
wrapped tightly around his shaft and her hand gripped tenaciously around
the base.  Her lips slid slowly up his slick hardness, then back down
again, until the tip of his prick bumped against the back of her throat.
Dan started pumping his ass in time to Lydia's movements, shoving the hard
red head further into her throat.

	Lydia's pace increased.  She shifted on her knees a bit and
realized how wet her pussy was.  Her panties were still on the floor under
the desk, and her pussy juices were starting to run down her thighs.  
Briefly she considered hiking up her skirt and mounting the boy, but her
better judgement prevailed.  There had to be a limit to what she would do;  
she decided to quickly finish, and jerk herself off again when Dan left.

	Dan was surprised he'd lasted this long.  When Lydia started to
bob up and down even faster on his cock, he knew he wasn't going to last
much longer.  Small slurping noises escaped from Lydia's lips, and her
quiet moans vibrated along the boy's shaft.  His hands grasped the back of
her head tightly and his hips jerked forward.  Lydia felt the tell-tale
swelling of his prick in her mouth.  The boy bit his bottom lip as he
grunted, trying to keep quiet.  When that failed, he shoved his forearm
over his mouth;  if he couldn't keep quiet, he'd at least muffle the
screams.  His entire body shook and his cock throbbed.  An almost painful
aching tension began in his balls and travelled upward before it released.  
His cock spasmed and jerked in her mouth as the thick cum shot out.  
Lydia kept sucking as the boy thrust back and forth between her lips.  
She felt his cum splash against the back of her throat;  it was hot and
stung just a little.  Dan couldn't stop cumming and Lydia had to swallow
the thick white cum twice before his prick stopped twitching in her mouth.

	The boy was growing soft.  Lydia gently lifted her mouth
off his shaft as his breathing slowed back to normal.  She wiped her
wet lips with the back of her hand and stood.  There were some soft paper
towels in the restroom and she used them to clean the boy up.  Their eyes
met for a second, but neither said anything.  The room was unusually quiet
and the sound of Dan's heavy, shallow breathing filled Lydia's ears.

	Dan stood, legs obviously shaky but otherwise fine.  He pulled his
jockeys and pants up again and drew the belt tightly around him.  His long
shirt fell back down over his hips.

	"Good as new," said Lydia.

	Dan nodded.  "It's almost third hour.  I'd better go."

	Lydia nodded and opened the door.  As Dan walked off, he passed
the school secretary's desk.  Lydia gasped.  `Could they hear anything?'
she thought frantically.

	"How you doing, Dan?  Feeling any better?" asked the secretary 
disinterestedly.

	"Yeah.  Had a headache."

	"I heard you coughing back there," the secretary continued.  
"Have a cold?"

	Lydia spoke up.  "It's his sinuses.  That's why he's got a
headache too.  I told him to take any kind of decongestant when he gets
home."

	The secretary nodded and began talking of her own torment with
allergies this season, weren't they just horrible and she could certainly
sympathise with Dan.  Lydia hardly heard her.  Dan turned, gave Lydia a
quick little grin, and was gone.

***


	Lydia wasn't quite sure what to expect the rest of the day.  Part
of her thought there would be an influx of young teenage boys, sent to her
by Dan or as a result of Dan's bragging.  Another part of her thought that
some outraged teacher or secretary would show up and demand her head, her
job, and a stiff jail sentence.

	Mostly, though, she was starting to regret being timid with Dan;  
she had been too nervous to fuck him like she wanted, deciding instead to
suck him off.  The result was that she was hornier than before the
teenager arrived, and it took all she had for her to go through the
remainder of the day as normally as possible.  Feeling both guilty and
worried, she decided it was safer to not jerk off again, as she had
planned.

	Only a few kids had shown up in later hours, most of them with
headaches.  Lydia was paranoid enough to think that it was supposed to be
some sort of code, that Dan had come in with a headache so these students
were hoping for the same "medicine".  No one looked at her funny or leered
or anything, and by the last hour of school, she knew she'd been acting
silly.

	The seventh hour bell rang at exactly 2:00 pm, and Lydia breathed
a sigh of relief.  `With any luck,' she thought, `I'll be out of here by
3:15.' Fiddling with the narrow window blind, she wondered again about how
much someone outside in the hallway could see if they looked inside.  The
notion left her quickly;  even if they could see through the window, it
would only reveal part of her.  She found the book she'd brought with her 
and started reading again.

	Perhaps five minutes later there was a quick rap at the door and
someone stepped in.  Lydia looked up and saw a man, probably in his
mid-forties, in an ill-fitting cheap grey suit and slightly worn-looking
loafers.

	"Hi, I'm Jack Monroe, the principal.  I don't think we've met.
Have you subbed here before?"

	Lydia shook his offered hand.  "No," she said.  "I'm just the
nurse sub in the district.  I can't sub for teachers."

	Mr. Monroe nodded.  Lydia wondered why he was in here, but figured
it must be because it was last hour and things were boring.  He didn't
look suspicious or upset and Lydia felt at ease.

	"How's the day been?  I never get back here to the nurse's
station."

	"Fine.  There's only been four or five kids in here today."

	Mr. Monroe nodded again.  `Maybe this *isn't* a social visit,' she
thought, shifting uncomfortably.

	Mr. Monroe stepped away from the door and closed it with a short
click.  He sauntered over to the couch and sat down.  "You're Lydia,
right?"

	"Right.  Lydia Cooper.  Uh, did you want to sit in the chair? It's
more comfortable and I could use a stretch of the legs."

	He looked around the room briefly as she stood.  "No, I'm fine, go
ahead and sit down," he smiled.

	"So, can I do something for you?"  Lydia's stomach felt quivery
and she didn't know why.  As she spoke, she glanced around the room
herself.  Something had caught Monroe's eye, but what...

	Then she saw it.  Her white panties were under the desk, and from
where he was sitting, she knew he could see them if he had looked.  And
she knew he had.  Spinning around, she stared at the door;  it wasn't
supposed to click when it closed, but when Mr. Monroe shut it, there was a
distinctive clicking sound.  Her instincts were right -- Mr. Monroe had
locked the door.

	Her mind whirled.  She first thought the ball was about to drop
and that she'd soon be begging to keep her job.  `But why would he lock
the door?' she thought.  As soon as she asked herself that question, she
knew the answer.

	Lydia turned back around and faced Mr. Monroe.  "I'll bet I know
why you're here, Mr. Monroe.  But I'd like you to tell me yourself."

	Monroe's face turned dark.  "We both know why I came.  Dan's quite
a talker when he thinks he's in trouble.  And he usually is in trouble.  
So when he was called into my office last hour for vandalism, he spilled
the beans about what happened in here instead.  I'd say you made quite an
impression on him.  And," Mr. Monroe added, "on myself as well."

	Lydia sat down in the chair and considered her options.  "Well,
what did he say?  And how do you know he wasn't lying?"

	Mr. Monroe looked visibly cheered.  "Oh, you're right.  He could
have been lying.  But either way I have to write it up and an
investigation will have to happen.  The school board and Social Services
would look into it for us, of course.  They tend to believe children much
more than I do.  I understand how the minds of students, especially boys,
can exaggerate the truth."

	His speech stunned Lydia.  It was obvious that he didn't care
what had happened earlier, because he wouldn't have to deal with it.
And you couldn't bargain with someone who didn't care what the outcome
was.  Lydia's options were rapidly decreasing.

	"So.  Is there anything that could be done to, well, keep an
investigation from happening?   We both know it's a lie, but while they
look into things, I'll be out of a job.  And even if... I mean, *when*
it's proven false, I might not be welcomed back."

	"I'm sure it's a lie, yes.  Boys this age have wild imaginations,
especially when dealing with beautiful women."

	Mr. Monroe's eyes gazed steadily at Lydia.  Normally, Lydia would
have taken this as a compliment, but in this situation it could mean just
about anything.  Lydia, in the absence of anything better to do, blushed.

	Monroe reached toward Lydia with his arms.  Grabbing the arms of
the chair, he pulled both it and her closer to him, effectively boxing
her in.  Lydia felt cold.  She crossed her arms and rubbed her elbows.

	"This is serious, Lydia," Monroe said quietly.  "But not some-
thing I don't understand.  A woman like you doesn't play by the rules that
these old, Midwestern types live by.  What you did is, to them, wrong.  
But it's something I can overlook."

	Lydia nodded.  She stared at Monroe's face, the lines on his
cheeks, the washed-out blue of his eyes, the thin of his lips.  His white
collar was crisp and sharp, and he smelled sharply of cologne.

	"But I don't play by these rules either.  I expect something in
return for this favor I'm doing.  Lydia ... you're beautiful.  You're
cunning and sexy.  And I know that this is the only chance I'd ever get
with a woman like you."

	Lydia couldn't move.  The situation was ludicrous.  A woman like
her?  He was being melodramatic, was maybe even a little out of his head,
but Lydia knew she couldn't let that affect her decision.  However, there 
was no real decision to make, because she knew what would happen if she 
didn't do what Monroe said.  Still, she needed to make sure that he kept 
his end of the deal.

	"Prove to me that you won't write this up anyway."

	Monroe lifted his head slightly in thought.  "I can have today's
reports signed and submitted in ten minutes.  After that, if I submit a
report with today's incident on it, it would come under serious question.
They'd want to know why I delayed reporting something like this, and even
if you didn't tell them about our deal, questions would be asked.  My ass
would be on the line."

	It sounded reasonable.  "Show me the daily report in fifteen
minutes.  After I read through it, we'll go and fax it to the district
office together."

	Monroe nodded as he stood up.  "See what I mean?  You're smart.
I'll be back in fifteen minutes.  Don't, uh, think of running off," he
continued.  "It wouldn't be a good idea."

	Swinging around in her chair, Lydia watched Monroe leave her
office.  `What in the hell have I done?' she asked herself.  She kicked
her heels off and played with the desk drawers with her toes as she
considered the situation.  Obviously, she was taking a risk.  Maybe the
report Monroe sent in wouldn't be official.  Perhaps he'd send it into a
false fax number and send a real one in later.  Then again, she could
always ply him with an offer of continued "deals."  A man like him might
be easy to impress in the sack, especially if Lydia was his one and only
chance to live the decadent life he so obviously wanted;  she didn't
believe for a moment that he didn't live by the strict morals of the
community, no matter what he declared earlier.  And it helped that she was 
horny, and that he wasn't half bad to look at, despite being twice her
age.

	Less than ten minutes later he was back, and within five minutes
the report was read and faxed.  The secretary faxed it herself, convincing
Lydia that the report truly was sent to the right place.

	Returning to the nurse's office, Lydia was suprised to hear the
bell ring.  "School's out already?" she asked.

	"Right.  In a few minutes, the students will be all gone." Monroe
was looking at her again, staring at her with those grey-blue eyes.  He
closed the door behind him, this time without the click.

	Lydia reached behind Monroe and locked it herself.  "Mind if I
call you Jack?  I mean, under the circumstances..."  Her body rubbed up
against him as she pressed in the metal button on the door.

	He raised his hands and held her waist as he pulled her close.  
Closing her eyes, she took in the smell of his cologne as she leaned
against him.  Her face was raised towards him;  he bent down to kiss her.  
The kiss was soft and warm, surprising to Lydia.  She didn't think he
respected her at all.  Men who suggest trading sex for favors usually
don't.

	Monroe gently lifted his lips off of hers.  Quietly, he took in
the features of her face:  her small, round mouth, her green eyes, her
pale skin.  She moved a step back away from him and began to unbutton her
shirt.  Taking her cue, he removed his suit jacket, jostling the small
narrow window blind as he did so.  The noise startled him and he stared at
the window.  The room wasn't all that secure, and someone could see or
hear if they tried hard enough.  Turning the light out would be ideal, he
thought, but then it would be too dark to see.

	He turned back around and found Lydia already half-clothed. The
lacy white bra she wore stretched tightly across her round breasts. Dark
pink nipples stood out under the lace flowers.  Slightly broad shoulders
tapered down to a narrow waist, where her fingers were fiddling with the
closure of her skirt.  Jack lost his train of thought.

	She wiggled out of her skirt and started to unfasten her bra.
Monroe managed to remember what he had been doing, and as he loosened his
tie he walked a few steps past Lydia into the dark bathroom alcove.
Searching quickly, he found a light switch and tried it.  The light came
on.  Stepping back to the other switch near the thin window, he snapped it
off and looked around.  He liked the results.  It was too dark to see
anything from the bright outside hallway beyond the window, yet the light
from the alcove still illuminated the room.

	Lydia walked over to Monroe and finished taking his tie off for
him.  She was completely naked, soft and vulnerable.  Monroe leaned down
and kissed her again, harder this time, parting her lips with his tongue.  
His hands ran down the curve of her back to her hips.  He held her there
as he pressed harder against her.  Even through his pants, she could feel
his hardness straining against the fabric.  Reaching up, she undid the
buttons on his shirt, starting with the stiff white collar.

	Opening his shirt, she revealed a soft chest covered lightly with
brown hair.  Lydia ran her hands across his chest to his shoulders,
grabbing the shirt by its sleeves and pulling it off.  Jack leaned down
and began kissing her neck;  Lydia's hands worked quickly to loosen his
belt buckle.  It came undone easily.  She unzipped his pants and tightly
hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxers.  She knelt
down quickly, taking his pants with her, letting them pile around his
feet.  Monroe's cock sprang forward.

	Lydia stopped herself from gasping.  Monroe's prick was directly
in front of her face, hard and large.  Lydia guessed it to be at least
eight or nine inches and pretty thick.  It twitched a bit and the head was
dark and swollen, straining the skin around it.  His balls hung somewhat
loosely between his legs.  The coarse, dark hair on his crotch and balls
had the beginnings of grey sprinkled throughout.  Jack grabbed Lydia by
the back of the head and drew her in closer to his cock.

	She'd been too nervous to be really horny, she realized.  But the
sight of his large shaft changed all that.  She rested her knees on the
clothes piled around Jack's feet and tentatively grasped his twitching
member.  Jack leaned back a couple of inches and laid against the office
door.  The dim light was just enough for him to see what she was doing,
and he liked to watch.  Her tongue snaked out between her soft lips and
licked the tip of his shaft.  Jack let out a long sigh.  He shoved his
hips towards her, urging her to wrap her lips around his cock.  Lydia
obliged, parting her wet lips and taking in just the head.  Her tongue
circled around the tip and she tasted the slick precum that had started to
drip.  It was sharp and bitter, unlike the boy's had been earlier.  A slow
trickle of juices made its way down Lydia's thigh and she knew she wasn't
going to let this opportunity pass her by -- she wanted Jack and his huge
cock inside of her.

	Her warm mouth moved along the length of Jack's shaft.  Her dark
nipples were rock-hard and bounced against Jack's thighs as Lydia began
sliding her mouth up and down his cock.  Monroe's hands tightened in her
hair.  He felt her slowly taking more of him in her mouth with each thrust
until he was banging his dark, swollen cockhead against the back of her
throat;  he was only about two-thirds inside her mouth and she was sure
she couldn't take any more of him in.  His precum and her saliva mixed
together, drenching his prick in wetness that ran past Lydia's lips and
down her chin.

	Jack's breathing became quick and shallow.  Lydia's hips had
started bucking in time to the thrusts of her mouth over his cock.  
Pulling her lips off his prick, Lydia slid backwards and raised herself
onto the maroon couch.  Unblinking, Jack's eyes followed her across the
room.  Her soft, pale body trembled slightly as she laid back on the
couch.  He could see the soft fur on her pussy, her swollen labia hanging
just slightly below.  He walked to her and knelt down to kiss her breasts.  
His tongue found her nipples, which stiffened even more as his warm tongue
flicked across them.  One hand slid over her firm tits as the other crept
across her supple stomach and down between her legs.  He lifted himself
onto the couch next to her, laying on his side.  His cock was still wet
from Lydia's tongue and it pressed relentlessly against her thigh.  
Creeping further along her body, his hand found the soft mound between her
legs.  His mouth clamped tightly on a hard nipple as his hand spread
Lydia's swollen labia apart.  She was sopping wet and tiny moans escaped
her as he ran a finger slowly up and down her slit.

	Rolling over and kneeling between her legs, Jack scooted down
toward the foot of the couch.  He leaned down and kissed her stomach,
trailing his tongue along her abdomen and toward her hot pussy.  Wetness
had dripped out of her and onto the couch.  Softly probing her slit with
his index finger, Monroe leaned in closer.  He smelled the musky scent of
her as he withdrew his finger and spread her legs farther apart.  The
thick red lips of her cunt trembled as he pressed his mouth against her
pussy.  His lips moved against her labia and his tongue slid into her
slit. French-kissing her pussy, his tongue easily entered her cunt.  His
hands wrapped around her hips and yanked her closer to him, driving his
tongue in deeper.

	Lydia was having to force herself to keep quiet.  The feel of
Monroe's mouth hard against her pussy was nearly too much.  His tongue
slid in and out for a moment and then quickly found her clit.  His lips
wrapped around the hard little button and his tongue fluttered over it
lightly.  Lydia arched her back as though in pain.  She was close to
cumming and it felt almost like Jack was ripping the orgasm from her body
before she was ready for it.  Her legs spread farther apart as her whole
body convulsed.  Her pussylips started to twitch first, then her clit
began to spasm under Jack's tongue.  Jack continued to nibble and suck on
her clit as she came, feeling her whole cunt jerk under his mouth.  She
grew hotter and, if possible, wetter, before her climax started to
subside.

	Jack's tongue moved back to Lydia's slit for a moment.  Although
he loved the taste of her, his cock was painfully stiff and he wanted --
almost needed -- to spear himself into her hot wetness.  He raised himself
up on his knees between her legs.  With closed eyes and heavy breaths, her
chest rose and fell quickly, jiggling her large tits.  A large red welt
had appeared on her left hand's index finger, and Jack knew she must have
been biting at it to keep from screaming.

	Heavy and swollen, Monroe's cock hung between Lydia's thighs.  He
grasped his huge prick in one hand and spread her swollen lips with the
other.  The thick red tip of his cock slid inside her quickly.  It had
been years since Jack had been with a woman who could take him completely
inside her, despite his feeling that his cock wasn't really so large.  
Lydia would have disagreed;  she could tell that his thick shaft was the
biggest she'd ever encountered.

	Grabbing her hips to steady her, Jack began slowly sliding in and
out of her slick cunt.  Lydia moaned and wiggled her ass under him.  Her
orgasm lingered and there was still the occasional tremor in her pussy.  
The tight fit of his cock inside her increased the sensation, and he could
feel the walls of her cunt twitching slightly.  He slid in about half his
length and grunted under his breath.  Pulling out slightly, he slid back
in, deeper, and out, and deeper still into her hot slit.  She wrapped her
legs around him.  Her soft thighs enveloped his hips.  Jack watched as his
cock pulled out and slid into her cunt.

	Lydia jerked her hips upward to meet Jack's thrusts.  Slowly, he
was working his full nine inches into her pussy.  Trickles of wetness
oozed out the sides when he pumped into her.  The fit was tight, but warm
and wet.  Unable to keep control, Jack dug his fingers deep into Lydia's
flesh and pounded into her, driving himself all the way in.  Lydia arched
her back and let out a low, gutteral moan.  Jack stayed still, impaling
Lydia on his cock, as he leaned forward and began to lick and kiss her
tits again.  Lydia's hands grabbed at Jack's ass and clawed their way up
his back.  Her legs wrapped tighter as Lydia started to buck against
Jack's cock.  Monroe lay harder on top of Lydia, pressing his chest
against her stiff nipples and restricting her movement.  Lydia gasped and
writhed under him, unsure if she should try and escape or enjoy it.

	Slowly, Jack drew his prick out a few inches, and slammed it back
into her cunt.  He picked up the pace immediately, pounding his cock into
her, watching her tits shudder with every thrust.  Lydia's low moans
turned into quick, sharp gasps as she felt the tenseness and quivering
that meant she was about to cum again.  The deep thrusts of Monroe's shaft
were unrelenting;  his balls slapped against her ass and his grunts grew
louder.  Lydia whispered, "God, I'm cumming..." as she thrust her hips up
onto Jack's throbbing cock.  He barely heard her, feeling the familiar
inevitable sensitivity in his cock and tingling in his balls.  When
Lydia's pussywalls began to tense and release, Jack lost any amount of
control he might have had before.  Wrapping one arm under Lydia's waist
and another under her shoulders, Jack pressed her in as close as he could
to his body.  Muscles trembled around Jack's cock as Lydia came again,
bringing on Jack's own orgasm.  Growling as he drove his shaft back and
forth inside her, he felt the tip of his cock swell just before streams of
hot cum shot out of his prick.  Lydia's cuntwalls were still spasming
around his pulsing rod as the cum gushed out of Jack, filling her
completely.  He kept pounding into her as hard as he could for as long as
he could, draining his balls while his shaft jerked and quivered almost
unendingly.  Finally, Jack released his grip on Lydia as his cock stopped
twitching, his orgasm abating.

	Sweat covered them both.  Jack's cock was still inside Lydia. It
hardly softened at all, surrounded by Lydia's wetness and his own hot cum.  
Jack lay atop Lydia again, this time gently, and brushed her soft, sweaty
hair away from her face.  Opening her eyes, Lydia found herself looking
straight into his grey-blue eyes.  She kissed him on the lips.

	Jack lifted himself off Lydia and slowly slid his softening cock
out of her.  He turned and sat on the edge of the couch, head down,
catching his breath.  Lydia turned over onto her stomach and slowly licked
Jack's cock clean.  It tasted of cum and her pussy.  She quietly hoped it
would arouse him again, but his cock stayed limp.  It was too soon, she
knew, but she was still mildly disappointed.

	Soundlessly they put on their clothes, Lydia grabbing her panties
from under the desk.  Monroe's suit was slightly wrinkled, but it was
nothing that would cause anyone to comment. As he started to knot his tie,
Lydia decided to speak.

	"Did you, I don't know, want to, uh... see each other again?" she
asked.  She wanted to tell him it wasn't just about the sex, but she
wasn't sure that it wasn't.

	Monroe looked at her.  There was a serious look in his eyes that
Lydia didn't like.  `Maybe I'm still in trouble,' she thought.  The few
moments he waited to speak seemed like forever to Lydia.

	"I'd like to, but I can't."

	Before Lydia could ask why, Monroe wiggled his left hand in front
of her face.  Something shiny caught her eye.  A wedding ring.

	"I don't care if you're married," Lydia said.  It was true, she
didn't care.

	"I do."  Monroe's tie was on and he reached for his jacket.

	Lydia sighed and crossed her arms in front of her.  She didn't
know what she expected from all this, but now she wished it wasn't over.
Monroe bent down and kissed her cheek.

	"You leave first," he said.  "The secretary leaves in five
minutes, and I can sneak out then."

	Lydia nodded.  She grabbed her purse and her book and headed out
the door without looking back.  In the hallway, she stopped to get her
bearings;  she didn't remember which way the parking lot was.  The
secretary immediately knew what Lydia wanted, smiled, and gave her
directions without waiting for Lydia to ask.

	"If you're parked in that back lot, go out this door over here..."

	Lydia didn't hear.  Monroe had opened the blinds on the narrow
window, probably to make sure she and the secretary had left before he
sneaked out.  He was standing by the desk and seemed to be clearing his
throat.  He sat down in the chair, scratched his head slowly, and let his
face fall into his hands.  He never looked out the window.

	"...past the cafeteria, you can't miss it."  The secretary was
still giving her directions.

	Lydia nodded and smiled at the secretary.  "Thanks," she said, and
promptly walked away, in the wrong direction.