You… weren't that kind of girl, normally. Actually, as you had to keep reminding yourself, you were a woman now. Somehow, without noticing it, you'd made it to 27 years old. You had a full-time job as an administrative assistant at the local high school, your own apartment, a dog, and… no boyfriend.

Perhaps you'd just gotten out of a long-term relationship. Perhaps you'd had a string of shorter ones that never seemed to go anywhere. Perhaps you'd just been single since high school because work seemed to take up all your time and energy.

Whatever the case, you weren't expecting Alex. The new social studies teacher was tall, broad-shouldered and gleefully nerdy in a way that spoke of a real, genuine joy to be found in the little things in life. He'd presented himself confidently at your desk (the wrong desk) on his first day, his grey eyes carrying a spark of mischief that tickled something in you. The unexpected New Zealand accent when he opened his mouth was just a bonus, and he was so charmingly apologetic when he realised he had the wrong office that you almost managed to come up with an excuse for him to stay.

Instead, you let him go after extracting a promise that he would drop by if he needed any support with payroll, since that was your department. As he left, you realised that your foot had been bouncing nervously under the desk the whole time. You suppressed a pleasant shiver, finding yourself hoping he'd be back sooner rather than later. Those piercing, lively eyes lingered much longer than their owner, and the quirk of an eyebrow behind his steel-blue glasses made you… feel things you weren't expecting.

As it turned out, you were just what Alex needed those first few weeks. While his background check had cleared long before he was allowed onto school grounds, as was standard, his recent immigration status and a series of visa foul-ups had left him with a lot of questions about how on earth he was supposed to get paid.

So lunches and after-schools, prep and study periods alike would often find Alex - or Mr Rosewood, to the students - sitting across from your desk, or leaning over your shoulder to peer at your screen, as you navigated the impossible jargon of visa eligibility, tax brackets and obscure school district regulations together.

After discovering your coffee order, he started to bring one with him as an advance apology for taking up your time. The quick questions often turned into chatting, into a stroll to the staffroom, into an escort back to your office and a cheerful wink as he zipped back to his classroom before the bell rang.

As you watched him go with a faint feeling of ennui, you caught a nudge in the ribs from Lucy, the middle-aged lady who sometimes shared the office. “So…” she said slyly. “When do the coffee dates turn into real dates, hmm?”

“I, uh- umm,” you found yourself muttering, feeling your ears heat up. “I don't know about that. He's just friendly.”

Lucy raised her eyebrows. “Uh-huh. Real friendly. Get in quick, girlie. I think Miss Paulsen from the math department is eyeing him up too.”

Mortified, you excused yourself back to your desk as the bell rang, but Lucy's words echoed in your head. Real friendly…

Real friendly.

Real friendly.

His lips crashed into yours, eliciting a shamefully girlish squeak as you melted into his arms.

Real friendly.

His hands were under your shirt, large and strong and tracking across your skin with precision and warmth. You'd always found this kind of groping awkward, but Alex gently manhandled you in such a way that you couldn't help but whimper and pull him closer, your own hands reaching for the knot of his tie.

Real friendly.

His head was buried between your legs, and he hadn't come up for air in some time. Your thighs were quaking with exertion, your whole body thrumming with electricity as your fingers tugged on his short brown hair, pulling his five-o-clock shadowed face closer as his tongue worked you over.

Real friendly.

He was kissing you again, only this time he was inside you at the same time. You looped your arms around his shoulders as you sat in his lap, your pussy stretched delightfully around a thick, rock-hard shaft that nestled perfectly inside you, as you let his kisses sweep you away and your bodies rocked, chest to chest.

Real friendly.

Sticky, naked, glistening with sweat and totally worn out, you both lay tangled on the bed in a jumble of limbs, the only constant those two mouths that kept seeking each other out.

“Been wanting to do that since day one,” he murmured between kisses, sending a warm flush from your neck to your ears.

“Why didn't you?” you asked, a little spoiled now. “I might have gone for it- oh!” you gasped softly as his lips moved, trailing down the side of your bare neck.

He paused long enough to glance up at you with amusement. “I wasn't trying to jeopardise my first job in this country by risking a harassment case,” he teased.

“W-well,” you breathed, involuntarily arching your neck back as he resumed his exploratory line of kisses, seeming to steal your breath away before it reached your lips. “I guess you'll have to… make up for lost time.”

“So that's a yes to the second date?” he said with a grin.

Tingling with a faint excitement you hadn't felt for a good few years now, you nodded eagerly, before your eyes widened as Alex ducked between your legs again, his tongue tracing a shaky line down your torso as he did so.

Real friendly.

Okay! Woo, hope I got the dynamic across here. This is real sweet, honestly almost saccharine stuff. A simple scene, almost love at first sight. Both characters are pretty earnest, straightforward, maybe a touch awkward but nothing too crippling.

I am actually a teacher, and I usually don't include that as a feature in my prompts. Today I kinda wanted to try it out, though. If you've got a better or more specific idea for your character than ‘lady in the finance department,’ I'm up to hear it. Absolutely no students (past or present), parents of students etc. This is an above-board workplace romance that just happens to kick off in a school.

As for looks, I left your character an open book. Let me know what you have in mind. References okay if you want, but far from necessary.

Kinklist is here - it's just as straightforward as the prompt is, really. I don't have much in the way of extreme kinks, and they wouldn't suit this scene anyway. Feel free to glance at my post history for more writing samples, ideas of things I'm into, other scenes to combine with this, et cetera.