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  Copying Room

  By

  Kaya Sommer

  Translated from Danish by

  Maria Olejaz

  The Copying Room

  Too much work, too little pleasure... Sigh!

  Scott slammed the lid on the copying machine loudly. He was alone in the school copying room. All he could hear was the monotonous sound of the machine. Typical. Always some last-minute task that needed fixing. All work, no play. He looked out the window but all he could see was his own reflection. It was dark already. December dark. He sighed again. He felt sorry for himself. It didn’t help that he was all alone at the school or that he knew that all his colleagues had gone to Brittany’s house. To party. She called it a “Christmas get-together,” but he knew that it would soon develop into a full-blown party. It always did. Wine, dancing, and kissing under the mistletoe—that’s how Brittany’s “get-togethers” always turned out. He knew. He had participated many times.

  The machine stopped humming and he opened the lid to place a new paper on the copier. He felt like slamming the lid again but restrained himself. He gritted his teeth. Ugh! This was unbearable! Having to stay behind while all the others were having fun. Fucking biology test. Why hadn’t he gotten his shit together and copied and assembled it long ago? His fingers drummed on the machine impatiently. He thought about Laura and the last time there had been a get-together at Brittany’s.

  She had flirted with him, that much was clear, but he was unsure how serious she had been. They had been sitting on the couch together, close to one another. The room was packed, so they kind of had to. That’s how it started anyway. He had felt her thigh against his, felt it like a burning sensation. Then, suddenly, she had placed a hand on his thigh while she told him about an episode in the school yard. It had the effect she had probably intended. He had felt himself get hard and had difficulty hiding it. Laura had stopped her tale and had discreetly tossed her scarf across his lap; had leaned in close and whispered into his ear, her breathing hot and heavy. “You like that, huh? You want me to keep going?” He’d had no idea what to answer and his mind went completely blank as she had slipped her hand under the scarf to caress his erection.

  A loud high-pitched sound tore him from the flashback. Back to the copying room. The display on the machine was blinking. It had run out of paper. He swore under his breath. Just what he needed. He went to the work desk, crouched down, and searched for a new ream of paper.

  “No fun for you, huh?”

  Scott was startled and banged his head against the table. Fuck! He pulled his head out from under the table and looked toward the door. And there she was ... Laura!

  “I ... um ...” He was shaken, surprised, and his head hurt a little. He rubbed it. “Nah, someone has to keep the wheels churning right? So no fun for me, unfortunately.” He looked down in mock-sadness but also to avoid staring at her. She looked amazing. Tight black pants, low-cut blouse, her red hair pulled back. She must have changed after work.

  “Aw, poor Scott ...” she said in a sultry voice. She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. Locked it while she eyed him hungrily, licking her lips.

  “Let me provide the fun, then!”

  Scott just stood there, arms by his side. Didn’t believe his eyes or ears. Did this mean ... Laura sidled up close to him, put her arms around his waist. She wasn’t very tall. Her head barely reached his chest. He gingerly placed his arms around her. Hesitant. Waiting to see what was going to happen.

  She took his hands and placed them in her hair. He loosened it, and let his fingers run through the softness of her curls. Felt his desire grow. She had pushed his button—again. Like a continuation of their last meeting, she let one hand rub his erection with hard and insisting movements while the other unbuttoned his pants. Quick and demanding. He cupped her face and kissed her, wetly and wildly. He just had to have her now that he had the opportunity. Now that she was giving him the opportunity. She kissed him back, welcomed him willingly, letting their tongues play against each other while she opened his pants. Slipped her hand down his boxer shorts and closed it around his balls. He moaned and felt overwhelmed by her touch. He squeezed her ass cheeks. Wanted more of her.

  She let her pants drop to the floor and playfully pushed his to the ground. Got on her knees and pulled his pants all the way off. Let her hands glide up his legs, between his legs. Toward his hard, throbbing cock. Then she placed her hands on his knees and with a gentle but firm movement, she spread his legs. For a moment he tensed up, feeling unsure and very exposed, but as she let her tongue play along his inner thighs he relaxed and felt his desire grow. He brushed her long red hair aside so he could watch her. It was obvious that this turned her on. She gave him a naughty look as she eagerly licked her way up, toward his pulsating erection. She let her hands glide under his ass cheeks and got comfortable between his legs. Scott could barely breathe and whimpered as she let her tongue glide up his stiff shaft. Long, lustful licks. All the way around. Slow and tantalizing. She locked her eyes on his as she reached the head. Licked the small droplets that had run from the slit.

  He closed his eyes and leaned back, sighing deeply. He was caught between never wanting this to stop and wanting more. Laura licked the palm of her hand and closed it around his cock while she ventured further down. With the tip of her tongue she licked his balls, tracing the ridge with long playful licks. He was filled with desire. Throbbing lust. He was ready now. Wanted to fill her mouth.

  With rhythmic movements she let her hand work his cock while she sucked gently on his balls, moaning from desire. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up, wanting her to take his dick in her mouth. He eagerly drew her toward his throbbing shaft. She opened her lips and willingly let him enter her warm, wet mouth. Her lips were soft as she glided up and down the length of his cock. He wanted to speed up the tempo, he wanted to come down her throat. She stopped, sensing that he was on the cusp of orgasm. Released him and got up. Undressed quickly. He reached for her. Wanted to touch her, take her, fuck her, or—even better—be fucked by her. As if she read his mind, she straddled him, letting him sink deep into her tight pussy and the soft warmth beyond. He grabbed her breasts and let her control the rest. She rode him rhythmically, moaning loudly with every thrust, massaging her clitoris. And then, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He let himself explode inside of her, warmly and wildly. She screamed with passion as she came with him. Up, up, and out to a place where everything around them disappeared.

  Afterward, she laid against his chest for a long time. Cuddling up to him. He was still out of breath. He caressed her back.

  She lifted her head and looked at him, smiled.

  “Now that we’ve both worked ... should we go to the party?” She kissed him on the mouth. He pulled her closer. Bit her lip teasingly.

  ”Nah, I actually think I wouldn’t mind doing one more round of overtime!”

  Copying Room

  © 2019 Tellerup A/S

  DK-4180 Sorø

  Cover: Danielle Finster

  Translator: Maria Olejaz

  ISBN: 9788758835341

  1st e–book edition 2019

  Original Title:

  KOPIRUMMET

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