Key Party

This is the continuation of Keys, last month's fictional story.

Amy sent the email invitation that night and checked frequently for responses. With the party date set for slightly over 2 weeks out she didn't have to wait long for all but Mike and Katie's reply. Three days before the party she got a call from Mike asking if it was too late to respond and explaining that they'd been on a Doctors Without Borders trip to Peru. Amy quickly assured them that they could come, glad that the absence of a response wasn't a lack of interest as she had feared, and feeling her heart race slightly with her schoolgirl crush.

Saturday evening finally came and couples began arriving around 7:30pm. Amy had coffee based drinks and desserts set out on the table. Even though everyone was there by 8:10, she gave them a few more minutes of casual mingling before asking if they could gather in the living room. She watched as the couples sat down, most of them next to the person with whom they had come, with a few notable exceptions. Liza sat down next to Keith, and Erin squeezed onto the edge of the couch next to Mike who had his arm around his wife, Katie. Dan was seated alone on the floor with his back against the couch, beneath his wife, Liza.

"Ok" Amy started, "we all know this is a key party and as such I have placed nine keys, one engraved with each man's name, in this pillowcase. We'll have each woman draw a key out of the pillowcase and you'll go home with that guy. You must return your date home tomorrow between 10am and 11am. There will be no questions, no exceptions and no exchanges. You are here because you are okay with any outcome, though I'm sure many of us are hoping for a particular one."

Everyone smiled, some nervously.

Amy started passing the pillowcase in a clockwise direction.

Raven took a key and sat silently, giving the pillowcase to Annette. All was quiet until Erin (the fourth woman) took her key.

"Well I'm ready," she stated and squeezed Mike's knee. He shot her a smile and everyone laughed.

The silence had seemed weighty and Amy was nervous that it meant people were unsatisfied with the key they had gotten or unsure of how to proceed. With this lightening of the mood, she took the opportunity to explain that everyone could hang out and get some more food and drinks until 9pm, at which point everyone was to have found their partner and left.

Amy drew her key last. Dan's name was on the key, and while she was relieved it wasn't Keith or Jim, she was a little sad that it also wasn't Rob or Mike.

Conversations started up again as people coupled up or asked whose key the women had gotten. By 8:50 most couples for the night had left. Ashley and Jon, Annette and Tim, and Amy and Dan were the only ones still talking in the kitchen.

"You don't have to play hostess anymore" Tim teased Amy, "I think I've got it covered."

"I'm sure you do" she responded, her mouth curling into a smile as she raised one eyebrow, "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Amy grasped Dan's awaiting hand and were followed out the door by Ashley and Jon.

"Have a good night" Jon called as he and Ashley crossed the street to his car.

Dan's first generation Prius drove them smoothly and quietly the 4-5 miles to his house. They occasionally smiled at each other or made chit-chat, but it quickly fizzled out after brief answers.

Walking toward the house, Amy wondered whether Dan was shy, nervous or lacking interest in her. She hoped this would be more fun than awkward.

Dan and Liza's place was modest, a two bedroom condo, one room appeared to be primarily Liza's office with a smaller desk on one side that might have been Dan's workspace. The interior looked fairly new, but from the look of the complex, Amy thought it must have been a remodel.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" Dan offered.

"I think I'm fine" Amy responded, "but I would like to use your bathroom. Where is it?"

"It's right here" Dan motioned, walking her through the bedroom.

When Amy returned, Dan was sitting on the bed.

"We've never done this before" he said looking at the ground, "and to be honest, I'd always thought myself to be a conventional one woman kinda guy."

"Oh?" said Amy feeling this great idea might not work out after all.

"Yeah" Dan responded nodding his head. "But Liza and I have been together since our freshman year of college, fifteen years ago, and we both need a change to our regular old routine, something to spark our sexuality again."

"So does this still seem like something you want to do?" Amy asked, making sure that it was going to be fun and not forced.

"I think so. I mean damn, what guy wouldn't want to fuck you." Dan responded, looking Amy in the eye and smiling. He really did have a winning smile and Amy couldn't wait to run her fingers through his longish hair. She leaned forward and rubbed his arm lightly. The signal worked and he responded, leaning in, their lips met for a long first kiss. By the time they separated the remains of tension in the air were gone.

Dan slowly opened the small buttons on the front of Amy's blouse, as if he was savoring every second. The anticipation was building, and with it Amy was becoming rapidly wetter. As they kissed again, her hands exploring the unfamiliar features of his body. She smiled mid-kiss as her hand brushed the swollen mass in his pants.

"What's that smile for?" Dan whispered.

"You're big" Amy responded. "Bet you've heard that before."

"Perhaps" Dan chuckled.

Amy ran her fingers along the outline of his cock and watched it throb, as if trying to escape from his pants. She shook off the sleeves of her shirt and as it fell to the ground behind her, she slithered off the edge of the bed, her chest now rubbing against him. She unzipped his fly and reached in, pulling out his eager cock. He was large, and the tip was glistening with drips of excitement. She rubbed her hand along it and then put her finger to her mouth, tasting his juices.

He moaned with exquisite and burning anticipation. She leaned forward and breathed on his cock, teasing him. He reached down, unable to contain himself. Grabbing under her arms, he picked Amy up and placed her on her back on the bed. He straddled her and reaching down unfastened her bra. Moments later, they were both naked, having frantically removed each other's remaining clothing.

Dan slid his fingers inside Amy as their lips met and she caressed his silky hair. Never before would she have thought him her type, but as spasms of ecstasy raced through her body, she found herself pleasantly surprised. He definitely knew a thing or two about pussy pleasing.

"Ok" Amy said in gasps as she gently pushed Dan onto his back, "now it's your turn."

She took as much of his engorged member in her mouth as possible and realized that she'd have to keep one hand around the base to deal with the bottom third. Soon saliva was dripped down, wetting him completely. His hips began trusting rhythmically. Amy could tell he was close.

"Do you wanna cum on my breasts?" she asked smiling.

"Oh. Yes" he moaned, as cum started shooting out, hitting her supple and perky C cup breasts. Amy couldn't help but lick his cock as he finished and cum dripped down. She found there to be something so wonderful about that degree of intimacy. She looked at him and grinned.

"Damn, I thought we were supposed to go all the way tonight" Dan said sitting up.

"Well it's only 11:30" Amy replied, looking at the clock on the bedside table. "You can cum again in the next 11 hours, right?"

"Yeah. This will just increase the amount of time we can have sex for" Dan smiled, already getting visibly hard again.

Amy could tell from his mischievous and horny grin that there would be very little sleeping that night.

Keys

Amy and her boyfriend, Tim, had been itching for some fun. They'd posted an ad on craigslist for couples who'd be interested in attending a '70s style swinger key party. There had been a good number of responses, with a relatively few being skeezy. Amy decided to host an afternoon get-together with the interested people first, to scope out the true fuckability of the potential couples and get let everyone get to know each other a little first.

Culinary endeavors had always been a hobby for Amy and she felt that setting the mood with an aphrodisiac spread would help move things in the right direction. She made Blushing Ladies to drink, a papaya and pomegranate salad with ginger dressing, and chocolate fondue to be shuttled to the mouth with a variety of sliced fruits. At 3:30 in the afternoon Amy glanced at the clock, and then picked up the phone.

"Hey Tim" she said, speaking quickly. "Half an hour until our little soiree." She paused, listening. "I didn't think you forgot. I just wanted to make sure you were leaving work now." "Ok, see you soon then." She hung up the phone and looked around.

Everything on the table looked great, but catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, realized she was a mess. She had half an hour to bathe and shave, dress and do her hair and make-up. Amy ran upstairs, quickly shedding clothing on her way down the hall. She turned on the shower and removed her hairband, shaking her long wavy brown hair loose. Grabbing some soap, she stepped under the water and rubbed her body, starting at her neck. She made little circles as she worked her way down her arms, over her breasts, stomach, shortly trimmed bush and long, toned legs. As she pulled out her razor and lifted a leg, she began to think about what the upcoming event would be like. She was hoping it would feel like everyone was placed in a simmering pot - lots of coy glances, steamy conversation and perhaps little suggestive hugs and kisses goodbye. The one rule Amy had made clear in the invitation was that no real action was to take place, that was to be saved for the real party, for those who were asked back.

The doorbell rang as she was putting on her earrings. She looked at the clock - 3:57. "At least I'm ready" she mumbled, "even if Tim's not home yet." Halfway down the stairs Amy stopped and smiled. Tim was home and had already answered the door. He was dressed fabulously in a tight black t-shirt that accentuated his muscular arms, and designer jeans which showed off his firm ass, from where Amy was standing.

"This is Keith and Erin" Tim said to Amy as she approached the entryway. Amy smiled, "glad to finally meet you both. It seems like we already know each other after all our back and forth emailing." While casual conversation between the two couples flowed easily, Amy couldn't help but feel a little disappointment. Neither was her type - both worked in real estate and somehow had a layer of sales grease stuck to them like pomade. "Oh well" she thought, "there's still 7 more couples."

Within 2o minutes only 1 couple was missing and Amy's mood had risen. There were definitely potential winners. Rob, the fireman and his wife Annette, a personal trainer probably ranked at the top of her list. Being blonde, Rob was not her usual type, but Amy felt she could make an exception for that body and deep sexy voice. Annette's high and squeaky voice however was her only visible shortcoming.

The other top ranking man was Mike, a suit wearing, pager carrying doctor. At 5'9" he was the shortest of the men, but his beaming smile, confidant demeanor and mildly Asian appearance, had Amy swooning. She glanced over at Mike who was talking to Tim, and the two men smiling at her across the table made her instantly blush. Escaping to the kitchen with an empty dish, Amy took a drink of water and fanned her face. Suddenly this key party idea seemed even more amazing. She took a few deep breaths and headed back out, toward the lively chatter of happy and engaged guests.

The last couple to arrive, Dan and Liza seemed average to Amy in every way. He was a 7th grade teacher and she, a freelance journalist. They were both slightly reserved, quickly placing themselves with one of the larger groups of people talking, each with an arm around the other and primarily listening to the conversation. Occasionally one or both of them would be asked a question and a concise reply would be given. Dan had shoulder length light brown hair that was tied in a ponytail and Liza's short chestnut hair framed her face.

Amy flitted around the gathering making sure everyone's needs were met. She didn't have much time to dive deeply into conversation with anyone, but did feel that she got a sense of whom her guests were. She felt a little bad for the long meat market glances that she (and others) couldn't help themselves from taking. But she figured it fair-play in this kind of a game.

By 6pm everyone was gone. Amy shut the door as the last 2 couples left and leaned up against it and sighing in dreamy exhaustion. The anticipation and preparation for the event had worn her out, and the remaining energy she'd reserved had all been used up hosting and fantasizing.

Tim walked up, running his hands from Amy's hips to her torso and back down. Pressing himself up against her and sliding his hands over her round and less than perfectly toned ass he whispered, "You did good, hostess."

"Thanks" she whispered back breathily in his ear. Then her smile faded and she bit the corner of her lip, the way she always did when something bothered her.

"What's up baby?" Tim questioned.

"Do we invite everyone?" I really don't want to end up with Keith."

Tim smiled, "It's only a one in eight chance that you'll choose his keys. Besides Katie and Liza both kept eyeing him, and I can tell you want Katie to be happy."

Amy rolled her eyes, but Tim did have a point, if Katie was happy Mike would be

"I guess there's someone for everyone" Amy responded. "Ok, I guess we'll invite them all and hope that lady luck likes me."

Diving In Deeper

After a somewhat restless sleep I rose and carefully picked out my clothes. I wanted to wear something hot, but not ridiculous. I pulled out a longish skirt - it came to just above my knees - but decided to be slightly daring by not wearing panties. The shirt I chose had a low scooping neckline that presented a bit of cleavage. My walk to class was slow and measured, but my heart was pounding. I arrived about 5 minutes before class and sat down outside the door. Moments after opening a book, a few of my classmates walked up, also waiting for our class to start. I felt a sinking in my stomach, I wouldn't be alone to greet my professor.

He arrived exactly at the top of the hour and as he unlocked the door, his gaze fell on me. "Good morning," he said. I couldn't believe he was talking specifically to me - it must be because of our brief conversation at the pool the day before, I thought. I had to assume that this blossoming relationship was simply in my head so as not to feel insane, so just gave a hint of a smile and walked past him into the classroom.

I took a seat in the front row and as my professor rummaged through papers on his desk, I began fantasizing about crossing and recrossing my legs like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. I hiked my skirt up slightly but realized I was too nervous to pause with my legs open while crossing them. I looked up, he was right in front of me, touching my desk. "What?" I said, smiling nervously. I hadn't realized that class had started, but everyone else had their books open, or at least on their desks.

"What did you see as the main philosophical differences between W.E.B. Du Bois and Booker T. Washington?" I realized then that he was repeating a question I had half-heard while daydreaming and he was specifically asking me. "Umm." I stalled to regain my focus. Luckily, having read the works of each man the night before, I was able give a satisfying, though somewhat disjointed critique. He smiled and turned to the class, "Yes, they both strived to meet the same goals - eradicating racism, discrimination and segregation. And yes, their proposed methods were disparate."

I fell back into a daydream, watching my hot professer's every gesture. His fingers combing absently through his chestnut hair, the nod of his head, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth all made me feel slightly warmer and perhaps a little wet. I gathered my books and notebook together without thought and followed the other students out the door at the end of class. It wasn't until I was halfway back to my dorm that I realized, with some annoyance, that I had left without even stalling to talk to him. "Ah well" I thought, perhaps I'd see him at the pool soon. Anyway, in the worst case, it was only two days until my next class.

That evening as I approached the pool, I hoped so strongly that he'd be there, that I felt he might just magically appear on the diving board. But no luck. I changed into my swim suit and went back out to the pool, begging my eyes not to look at the empty diving board, but looking anyway. The 11 other divers on my team slowly arrived and we took turns practicing our dives with direction from our coach. We tried to stay warm by wetting our shammies in a bucket of water and wringing them out over our heads as we waited. After some dryland exercises at the end I went to shower and change. As I walked toward the locker room he appeared, just heading to the men's locker. "Hi," I said enthusiastically, unable to hide my excitement. He chuckled "Well, hi." "You're here to dive? Three meter?" I asked, stupid questions rolling easily off my tongue. "Yep" he nodded, "I have to wait until you diving team people are out of the pool." Obviously, I thought. I smiled and turned to leave.

"Hey, wanna dive with me?" he asked "perhaps I could teach you a thing or two. I was an NCAA All American back in the stone age." All the lust in my body wanted me to say yes but the the words that came out of my mouth betrayed me. "I think my teammates and coach Pam would think it's weird." "Pam and I competed together in college. I can talk to her if anyone says anything. Besides, it's not weird for people to dive together." A wide and playful smile lit up his face. Was I imagining things? "I'll be back in a few," he called over his shoulder.

I went into the locker room and showered to warm up a little and think. "This must be a dream," I kept saying to myself. Or I'm truly crazy. Perhaps I was talking to myself outside and just imagining him there. I waited 12 minutes and headed back out. Luckily, in that time most of my teammates had left.

"I thought maybe you'd chickened out" he called from the top of the diving board as I walked toward the deep end of the pool. "Nope. Just needed to warm up in the shower a little." He took a few practice bounces and then walked toward the end of the board, effortlessly performing a reverse dive.

"So what do you wanna learn?" he asked as he reached the side of the pool. I blushed, being unable to quiet my inner dialogue. "What's your weakest dive? he asked without a pause, but also smiling. "I don't know, Professor Thompson, I'm not great at inwards. I'm a little scared I'll hit the board." "Call me Dylan" my professor stated, chipping away at the academic wall dividing us. I nodded my head and felt like I continued to look like a bobble head for the next significant amount of time, as he explained, demonstrated and critiqued the inward one and a half. And while I was having an decent time, it was a relief when he finally said "everyone's long gone, sorry for rambling on, let's call it a night." I agreed and briskly headed toward the locker room, quite cold at this point.

I was just about to reach for the door when his hand grabbed my arm. "I was hoping that since we have the place to ourselves..." his words trailed off and I believe my mouth fell open. I really must be dreaming, I thought. I looked down at his Speedo and noticed an unmistakeable bulge. I put one hand on his chest. "Can I take that as a yes?" he asked. I nodded my head, still standing there dumbstruck. He pushed the door open and I followed him into the women's locker room.

We were barely through the door before he started pulling at my swimsuit. As my single garment fell to the floor, he pulled me close, kissing me with intensity. I willed myself to be present, but only with partial success. His hands moved up and down the curves of my body. I buried my head in his shoulder, soaking up his smell, despite the overtones of chlorine.

I began shivering, perhaps out of cold, but more likely from anticipation of something unimaginable. "Let's get in the shower," he said turning me around and guiding me by the hips. I could feel his cold swimsuit against my butt and began reaching to pull it off. He let go of me and turned on the water, allowing me to easily undress him. He turned to face me as the warm water started pounding on my body. It was almost too much to bear - sweet, soothing comfort of warmth and his beautiful body in front of me with the happily protruding sign of his desire. I kneeled down to suck his cock. For a moment I worried that I wouldn't be good enough, but then I quickly calmed down seeing his eager delight and reminding myself that it wasn't as if this was my first time. I began working his shaft with my mouth and hands, at times letting one hand wander - balls, anus, legs and chest. Just when his breathing started to really get short, he stopped me. Leading me to one of the nearby benches, he laid me down and spread my legs. He kissed my breasts, stomach hips, naval and as his fingers moved inside my wet vagina, his mouth went to work on my clit. I too was soon gasping for air. However with the tables turned, I didn't stop him as he moved me toward climax, instead letting myself explode in his arms. As I lay there our eyes met and he spoke slowly. "Before we go any further, I just want you to know that this is something I've done before. Slept with students." "Ok" I replied. "You're not my first either." "I actually do it with some regularity," he stated, admitting a more complete version of the truth. "I'm okay with it," I responded, shoving away my unease for the pleasure of the moment. "Alright then. As long you don't have long-term expectations."

Leaning toward me and kissing me deeply, his tongue explored my mouth. He pulled me up to a sitting position and went around behind me. As I leaned over the bench, his hands grabbed my sides and his penis slowly eased into my wet pussy. The thrusting and our moans built in speed intensity and volume. For a moment I thought about the possibility of someone else coming into the unlocked locker room. That thought and the banging I was receiving pushed me over the edge. My pulsations and bucking in pleasure during the orgasm led rapidly to his climax. We slid off the bench and lay next to each other on the floor, my head on his arm, as we listened to the sound of running water.

Diving In

As I mentioned previously, I will be writing a fictional piece on the 15th of each month. The following is the first one.

All semester I'd been watching him. Sure, I watched him because I needed to learn the subject matter, but I looked at him in a different way too, a way that distracted me from really paying attention to history class.
I daydreamed. I thought about my fingers in his curly brown hair, about his eyes really looking at me (perhaps naked), about his hard chest under the fitted black t-shirt, having him smile at me like when I answered questions correctly. And those hands, god how I wanted them to touch me, caress me and grab my hips. I watched his hands fiddle with the chalk while he spoke.
Sometimes I would take a few extra minutes organizing and putting away notes and books on the off chance that he would talk to me - after everyone left. Other times I would have read an interesting little tidbit that was slightly relevant just so that I could have something history related to talk to him about after class for a minute or two. In these moments my heart beat faster and I felt warm and tingly. After leaving the classroom I would think about how silly and cliche it was for me to imagine doing anything with him - a professor who barely seemed to notice me other than my academic prowess, despite the low-cut blouses and short skirts I often wore to class.
Then something happened that made me crush crazy. I was at the swimming pool getting ready to leave after diving team practice. There he was at the edge of the pool, in a speedo! Oh my lord, what a body - not only was his chest built, he also had the chiseled indentations from his hipbones down to the clearly outlined, large package. I fumbled around in my bag for a minute, avoiding eye contact. I ducked back into the dressing room, acting as if I'd forgotten something. I stood against the cold metal locker, catching my breath and trying to think of what I could say to him. I was wet and looked like a drowned rat with my frumpy workout clothing on. Okay, I thought to myself, I'll just smile and wave, maybe say hi and walk out cooly.
I pulled the heavy door open quickly and confidently, ready to give a casual smile and walk back to my dorm. He was on the 3 meter diving board, facing away from me and my voyeuristic and hunk gazing instincts took over. While I had a clear chance to escape, I just stood there watching as he preparing for an inward or back dive.

He bounced on the board for what seemed like an eternity and then dove, a beautiful inward two-and-a-half. He emerged, brushing his hair back and I

instinctively applauded his splashless dive. He turned, and saw me halfway down the length of the pool. A smile spread on his lips. He ducked his head back into the water and swam away toward the ladder. I turned to walk out. "See you tomorrow morning" he called as he stood at the base of the diving board. "Okay" I replied as I waved over my shoulder. My heart pounded hard in my chest as I tried to walk slowly and nonchalantly.

That night I took a long shower, playing with myself and thinking of my hot speedo wearing professor. Naughty images of things that shouldn't happen between a nineteen year old girl and older man (I didn't know how old he was, maybe thirty five) danced in my head. I thought about him rummaging through the pile of papers on his desk after class, trying to find something related to what we were talking about and me bending over, pantiless, to pick up some papers that fell on the floor and him catching a glance as he walked behind me help pick up papers. I imagined asking if he'd like to touch after noticing a bulge forming in his pants. I closed my eyes and rubbed my hands over my body, tingling as I imagined my hands being his, on my neck, breasts, thighs and wet pussy. My breaths became short soft moans as this fantasy came to life in my mind. As I imagined him locking the door of the classroom and turning back toward me, I exploded. My head went from cold, to hot and fuzzy as warm, pulsating waves rippled through my vagina. I continued to replay that moment and the few seconds that might follow as he removed his shirt, until my legs and stomach felt heavy and ached with satisfaction and exhaustion.

To be continued...