Desk Smut

So, pretty much whenever I write something in the real world but I can't be bothered to actually figure out where they are, I use town names from FF7. I don't know why. So those town names don't belong to me, haha. Anyways, this was just a little bit of fun smut that I wrote for one of my friends, because she requested desksex. :D Just a one-shot deal. Your thoughts, as always, are very welcome. :3

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“You all finished with exams now, Graham?”

The slightly tussled man looked in the direction of the voice addressing him as he rose, holding his newly vended bag of Cracker Jacks. “Done? Well, I’m done giving them, but now I have to grade them all.” He chuckled as he ran a hand through his mouse brown hair, attempting to make it anything but the tired-looking mess it was.

“You are allowed to take more than one day to do it, you know. The building is going to close in a couple of hours. You should at least go home before it gets dark.”

“I know, David. I hate having to come back more than I have to, though. I’ll stay until they kick me out.”

“You’re a lot more dedicated than I am.” The other professor smiled amiably and slightly waved before turning and heading back down the hall, away from the vending machines.

Graham returned to his office, shutting the door behind him as always and taking his seat behind his desk. He pulled open the bag of Cracker Jacks and pushed up his small oval glasses, pushing a few Cracker Jacks in his mouth before picking up the top paper on his stack of exams “to be graded.”

Before he realized how long he’d been reading exams, he began to notice the absolute silence in the hallway outside his office. Glancing up at the clock, he noted that the time was about right. Graham cherished this time in between the last class of the day and the arrival of the cleaning crew. This close to the end of the term, there weren’t even any night classes to bring the students into the building. But when the cleaning crew arrived, he would have to leave. They always kicked him out.

He sighed happily, and leaned back in his chair, loosening his tie a bit more and rolling his sleeves to his elbows. He usually kept himself as neat as he could as long as there was a chance he would need to meet with a student, but that time was long gone now. He finished off his Cracker Jacks and crumpled up the bag, startled as he threw it to the wastebasket by a sudden knock at the door.

Graham glanced to the door after he stopped acting startled, and called out to the person knocking. When the door cracked, one of his students peeked in slowly and smiled.

“I’m glad you’re still here. I wanted to talk to you when nobody could disturb us…is that okay?”

“Of course, Jen. Come on in.” Graham smiled to the girl as she sat down across from him. “I’ve done your final, you did very well, of course. You’re all set to graduate this term, aren’t you? On to the big University now, hm?”

“Yeah,” she chuckled, looking down at her hands in her lap. “I’m not going to Junon University, though. My parents and I decided that the school in Corel has the better curriculum for my field.”

“That’s true, Corel University does have an excellent History program. It’s a good choice.”

“Yeah,” she repeated, still not looking at the professor.

“Is something the matter, Jen? Shouldn’t you be happy to finally get out of here?”

The girl nodded, and smiled faintly. “I am. But I think I’ll miss you. It’ll be weird having another History professor.”

Graham laughed. “Well, taking every class an instructor teaches will do that to you. I’ll be sorry to see you go, too. You’ve been a pleasure to have in class.”

“Thanks, Mr. Witchell.” She looked up at him then, her face pink. “The truth is, I probably won’t see you again after this, so I wanted to tell you something.”

“Nothing bad has happened, has it?”

“Oh no, nothing like that. I just wanted to tell you before I left for good.” She hesitated a moment, and then spouted in a slight rush, “I wanted to tell you that I’m very attracted to you.”

Graham started, letting the pen in his hand drop to his desk with a light thud. He opened his mouth to speak, but he only continued to stare at the younger girl for a few moments.

“The truth is, I wanted to do something about it instead of just leaving for University and never having told you. I’ll never see you again after tonight, so I wanted to do something before I leave.”
“Do something?” Graham repeated stupidly, still staring. “Jen, I appreciate it, and I’m very fond of you too, but…”

“I know what you’re going to say.” The girl stood and walked around to the other side of Graham’s desk, looking down at him in his chair as she drew near. “I know you’re a lot older than me, and a professor, and this isn’t really a good idea…but I don’t want to look back on you as someone I should have done something about and didn’t.”
“Done something about? Jen,” Graham began, sitting up straight in his chair, “you do realize that you just said you’re leaving soon? You’re not the type of girl to come in and proposition an older man for a one night stand, I wouldn’t think.” He chuckled lightly, hoping to play off his slightly reddened face and thudding heart.

“Well then I guess you thought wrong, Mr. Witchell.” The girl moved closer, her face flushed, and reached out to lightly touch Graham’s bare forearm. “I think I’m definitely propositioning you.” She knelt down beside his chair, placing one hand lightly on his knee. “Will you be propositioned? I promise this isn’t going to come back and bite you in the ass or something later on. I don’t want you to lose your job. I just want to do this crazy thing before I go.”

“Jen,” Graham began again, his eyes locked on her small hand, “I really don’t think…” Her hand moved a bit farther up his leg, slowly. “I really don’t…” A bit farther. “Jen,” was all he finally managed out as her hand brushed across his fly, but he didn’t move. His eyes were still following her hand.

“Don’t think about it, then…I even brought condoms you know.” If Graham was able to make a reply, she didn’t hear it, because she shifted on the floor to kneel between his legs, reaching up to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. She didn’t have to try very hard to release him from his pants and underwear, as he was beginning to show interest without words.

Graham looked down at her through heavy-lidded eyes, looking as though he still wanted to protest, but no longer had it in him. Her small, thin hand slowly wrapped around him, and she smiled as her squeeze elicited a gasp from him. She never took her gaze from his eyes as she rubbed slowly up and down his length, noting the erratic pattern of the rise and fall of his chest. Graham could only watch her, his fingers gripping the arms of his chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He let a gasp escape him as her tongue peeked out and lapped at the tip of his head, her fingers squeezing his now undoubtedly hard length. Slowly, she drew his head into her mouth, and firmly ran her tongue along his flesh upon hearing his hiss of approval. As she drew him in further, he carefully unlocked his fingers from the arm of his chair and touched his hand lightly to the side of her head. He sighed as he felt her tongue working hard on him, his fingertips tenderly brushing her short hair. Her name softly escaped his lips, and she only worked on him with more fervor, nearly taking him completely and groaning in satisfaction when she felt him twitch in her mouth. This only made him breathe more heavily, and murmur her name again.
His fingers tangled in her hair now, and she sucked hard on him, not even bothering to tease him, only working hard to pleasure him. He let out a slightly strained groan, and moaned again in protest when she suddenly pulled away from him.

Jen only smiled, and slowly stood, moving to stand between Graham and his desk, which she leaned against. He began to protest, but stopped short when the girl began to toy with the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting it up to reveal a flat, pale stomach. She shortly dropped the removed t-shirt on the floor, pausing for a moment with a sly smile to let him admire her pert, round breasts in their white lace bra before slipping off one strap. Graham’s mouth went dry, and he tried hard to steady his breathing as Jen lowered the other strap, and finally reached around to her back. He heard a small snap, and the bra fell to the floor, revealing full, milky breasts with pale pink nipples.

Jen started to smile at him, but before she had time to say anything teasing, Graham was on his feet, one hand bracing himself against the desk, one hand pressed against the small of her back, and his mouth closed firmly over one rosebud nipple. She cried out in surprise, but it quickly turned into a moan as he gripped her by the waist and lifted her to sit on the desk. Upon finding his desk full, he growled softly as he pulled away from her breast, and shoved the papers he had been grading onto the floor so as to make room for her. Her fingers quickly went to work unbuttoning his shirt, and she kicked off her flip-flops as his mouth closed on the flesh just below her ear, his hands brushing her sides on their way to her breasts.

She managed to unbutton his shirt, cursing as his tie got in the way, and he took his hands from her just long enough to pull it off, but he wasn’t prepared to stay off of her long enough to remove his undershirt, though she pulled at it. His hands eagerly found her breasts again, and she whimpered in pleasure as he pressed his mouth firmly against hers. He groaned as she opened her mouth to him, and he plunged his tongue inside, eagerly exploring every inch. Her back arched into his hands, thumbs rubbing her erect nipples, and her trembling hands tried desperately to get a grip on him, her fingernails scratching over his chest, shoulders, and back.
Their tongues each fought for space in the other’s mouth until he broke from her and bent to lap at one nipple. His hand firmly on her waist, he urged her to lie back, and in doing so she knocked his coffee mug to the floor, where it cracked into pieces. Her hands tangled in his hair as he mercilessly abused her breasts with his tongue and teeth, his hands working clumsily to unfasten her denim shorts. She groaned in approval and lifted her hips to allow him to toss them and her white lace panties into the corner of the office, where they caught the edge of his wastepaper basket and tipped it over.

He kissed a wet, sloppy line down her chest and stomach, his hands exploring every bit of the flesh of her buttocks and legs, which he lifted to rest against his shoulders. Bending over and kissing fiercely once more, he groaned into her mouth as he ground his hips into hers, causing her to pant with need. He broke the kiss and looked down at her flushed face, knowing his own was just as red, and chuckled softly.

“You might want to tell me where those condoms are about now.”

Jen laughed, flushing deeper. “They were in my pocket.”

Graham hastened to the discarded shorts, and wasted no time in tearing open the small package and slipping the condom down his length. He grinned down at her as she helped to replace her legs over his shoulders, and he carefully positioned himself before pushing into her completely, a shaky groan escaping him. Jen cried out so loudly that Graham smiled.

He began to thrust into her, slowly at first, but her light moans and whimpers spurred him on, and he quickly gained speed, supporting his weight on his hands on either side of her. Her eyes slid closed, but her lips parted as she panted and writhed beneath him, reaching behind her to grip the edge of his desk so that she might better grind back to meet his thrusts and knocking aside his cup of pens in the process. He pressed his mouth to her face, her neck, her chest, any part of her he could reach as he continued to pound into her, tasting the salt of her sweat on her flesh.

Her sounds of enjoyment were almost constant now, and Graham panted heavily against her skin, feeling his glasses slide down his nose as he too turned slick with sweat. Jen began to whimper desperately, and ground back against his throbbing length with such vigor that the whole desk shook, and Graham’s lamp teetered perilously close to destruction.

Soon she cried out even louder than before, and her entire body trembled violently, her insides clamping down on him with such force that he also cried out, and soon after emptied himself into the condom with a strained moan. Panting and shaking, he didn’t move for a moment, barely able to support his own weight. Jen merely laid still, her eyes closed and her hair clinging wildly to her face as she slowly attempted to catch her breath, her fingers gingerly unclamping from the edge of the desk.

She let out a shaky cry as Graham slowly pulled himself from her and peeled the condom off. He sat back in his chair, urging her over with him and pulling her down to sit in his lap. He pressed light kisses to her neck and shoulder, enjoying the press of her breasts against his chest as she breathed.

Jen smiled, and gently nipped at his ear, whispering softly, “I brought more than one, you know.”

Well past dark, both Graham and Jen were fully dressed again, and he kissed the younger girl softly on the mouth once more before opening the door to his office to let her out.

“Thank you, Mr. Witchell,” she said with a smile. “I’ll see you at graduation, right?”

“Of course.”

As she disappeared out of the building, Graham heard a great boom of laughter, like one that has been well restrained for some time. He turned quickly to see Meredith, the short, round woman who cleaned the floors of his building.

“I didn’t know you were offering extra credit this late in the term, Graham.” She began laughing again, and Graham turned so red his ears burned, quickly secluding himself in his office again.