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Subject: {ASSM} "The Keymaster"  {by Holly}  (MF, rom, 1st)
Date: Sun,  1 Dec 2002 00:10:04 -0500
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"The Keymaster" {by Holly} (MF,rom, 1st)

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My fingers were just inches from them.  I could feel the cold metallic key
ring with the tip of my .... I just can't .... hook ..... my ..... UGH!  I
cannot believe Avril did this to me:  dropping my keys through the mail slot
and laughing delightedly, as only a four-year-old can do when she's got her
mother's proverbial goat.

"Avril ..." I said through gritted teeth under my breath to no one in
particular as I jammed my hand farther into the door's mail slot "....if you
weren't so damn cute ..... "  Dammmit to hell!  Just about had them ........
OOF!

It was his "may I help you?" that startled me.  I looked up from my odd
position on the floor, my arm jammed nearly to my elbow in the door, my
purse and belongings askew in the hallway.  I'm sure I looked quite a sight.

"Uh ..... no ...... my daughter just ..... um ....."  I felt the color
rising to my cheeks as I stumbled over the lamest story on the entire
planet.  It didn't help matters at all that this man ..... whomever he was
.... was gorgeous.  Probably early-50's, but well-built and obviously
well-maintained.  I should know.  I look A LOT!

He grinned.  'Oh, God .... PLEASE don't let my arm be stuck in this mail
slot on top of everything else!' I thought as I began to slowly, gently
wriggle free of the confining metal frame.

He held out his hand to me, taking mine and carefully helping me to my feet
as to not trip over all of my "STUFF" strewn about me.  "Hi," he said in a
low, honeyed voice, "my name's Pete.  I just moved in down the hall.  Quite
a little charmer you have there  .... your daughter, I mean .... she's
greeted me three times today as I was moving  more things in."

I realized then that I hadn't let go of his hand, and truthfully, I didn't
even want to.  His face was so kind, but he was looking at me quizzically
still: not really sure of what I was doing or why I was doing it.  I blushed
and pulled free of his warm hand (much to my own chagrin).  I suddenly
laughed at the thought of what I must've looked like.

"I'm Holly," I said, blushing again as my voice went up three octaves like
it used to do in grade school when the cute boy would "bump into" me in the
hallway, "I was trying to get my keys.  Avril, the little moppet that you
said was so cute, but I think is the Devil incarnate today, dropped them
there in what could only be described as her perfect attempt to make her
mother crazy.  It's her birthday, and I am SUPPOSED to be entertaining six
four-year-olds at the local pizzeria in about 10 minutes, but it looks like
... (glancing at the door with a defeated look) I'm going to be late."

Pete raised his hand as if to say 'hang on just a sec' and turned, sprinting
up the hallway to his open apartment door.  He returned with a set of
locksmith tools.  "I just so happen to be a locksmith.  In my spare time, of
course, ..."  That dazzling smile again.  I stood back and watched him work
his magic, marvelling at how perfect his hands were.  Even more so: no
wedding ring and no tan line to have me think there had been a "Mrs. Pete"
in a while.  Mental note: kiss Avril for being the Devilchild and dropping
my keys in the mailslot .... Mommy needed to meet this white knight named
Pete!

I heard Pete begin to hum to himself as he worked away on my antiquated
lock.  In moments, I heard the unmistakable sound of the tumblers in the
lock catching and my door clicked open.  With a giant sweeping gesture, Pete
motioned through the opening and said, "Your castle, m'lady...."

I dissolved in laughter; after all, I WAS thinking that once a knight was
enough!!  I stepped carefully around him (he even smelled wonderful ... like
moving boxes and cologne and sweat) and leaned down to pick up my keys.
Just then, my own loving mother, who always said she hoped I had a daughter
as bad as I was, brought Avril back up the stairs to see what was taking me
so long.  Avril barrelled headlong into me, knocking me into the receptive
arms of Pete.  "That's twice you've saved me today, " I said, righting
myself again as Avril was corralled by her grandmother, "I think I at least
owe you dinner!"

"Oh, please, it was my pleasure .... on both counts," Pete demurred, not
sure whether my offer was genuine or obligatory.

"Pete, I'm serious.  You're new in the building, and you've helped me out of
big jam tonight.  Come have pizza with us.  If you can stand six screaming
four-year-olds on a raging sugar high after the birthday cake, I'd be
honored to have you there."

The silence was deafening.  Pete's eyes studied my face, looking for the
confirmation I suppose he found.  His mouth curled back into that wonderful
smile, and he nodded.  "GOOODIE!!" Avril burst out, jumping up and down and
clapping.  We all laughed at her enthusiasm.

The pizza party was gratefully uneventful.  Avril was thrilled with her
gifts, and I was thrilled with mine:  Pete.  He and I managed to manuver
ourselves to our own table, and we began to talk, finding that we had so
much in common that it was shocking.  He told me of his failed marraige, I
told him of mine.  He told me of his wanderlust ways trying to find himself
afterwards, I showed him pictures of all the places I had dragged Avril
through until I found out there was just no place like home.  I felt myself
leaning into the conversation more and more, if for no other reason than to
get another whiff of this man's scent.  Animalistic, I know, but I rarely
felt like this with anyone.  Our minds seemed to mesh.

Avril ran over and plopped herself into Pete's lap, trying to show him the
intricacies of the newest "Gimme A Break Barbie" ... or whichever one it was
she was showing him.  I leaned my chin onto my fist, my elbow resting on the
table, and watched as this man, whom I had not known at all a mere five
hours ago, paid rapt attention to my daughter as if she were the only person
on the planet at the moment.  He asked her questions about Barbie's shoe,
and Barbie's hair ..... she even turned to him once and said, "Mr. Pete,
Mommy doesn't even know THAT!"  I blushed and nodded sheepishly when Pete
raised his eyebrow in my direction.

My mom had been watching Pete and my body language, and sidled over to me on
the latest "punch run" to the counter.  "Holly, honey, I'll take Avril home
with me tonight if that's alright.  I have some new pajamas at my house for
her, and I want to try them on her."  I hugged Mom so hard, I thought I
heard her eyeballs make a popping noise!

As the party began to break up, I noticed Pete on one knee talking again to
Avril.  Mom went over and took Avril's hand, but Avril shook free and threw
her arms around Pete.  I watched to see what his reaction would be .... many
men would have been taken aback by that simple childlike gesture.  But not
Pete.  He embraced Avril, standing to give her a big swinging hug.  He
didn't even know that was her favorite kind.  She limply acquiesed her
little body to grandma, who, along with my father that finally made it to
the party, said their goodnights and slipped out the door.  Blissful quiet
at last!

"I guess we should go ...." I said, turning to Pete, who was checking
through all the wrapping paper and dinner trash to make sure that Avril
didn't lose any "Barbie shoes".

"I just didn't want her to be upset if something was missing and we didn't
even check," he reasoned when he saw the look on my face.  How could a guy
like that not melt your heart?!?

All the way home, the ride grew more awkward and more highly charged.  He
laughed when I jokingly referred to him as "The Keymaster" .... wondering
aloud what I must've looked like to him.  In my head, I was trying not to
turn down every dark alleyway between the pizza parlour and home .... all I
wanted to do was have my way with this man.  The best foreplay to a single
mom is to be good to her kids.  Everything else is gravy.

I pulled into the parking garage, and Pete lept out of the car.  'Oh,
great,' I thought, ' that mouth of mine has done it again ...' and just as
my hand reached for the door, it opened.  Pete stood there, hand extended,
to help me from my SUV.  I was stunned.  No one had ever done that before!

"Thank you," I stammered ... not knowing what to say next.

"My pleasure."  He kept my hand in his as we strode together across the
garage to the waiting elevators.  When the doors to the elevators opened,
Pete held them and guided me inside, still gently cradling my hand in his.
His touch was electric, and my heart was beating like a jackhammer on
overtime.   Pete stepped into the elevator, too, pushing the button to our
floor before stepping back beside me.  The warmth of him radiated through
his clothes and mine ... warming my body.  I felt his thumb rub the outside
of  my hand softly .... a touch that almost brought me to my knees.   I was
just about to turn to him when the elevator doors slid open and he said
quietly, "Looks like we're home ..."

He led me from the elevators and down to my apartment.  "Do you have your
keys?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with merriment.

"Yes, Mr. Smartass, I do ....."  and as I fumbled with them, I was shaking
so badly that I couldn't get my fingers to work.  Pete saw my dilemma and
reached to take the keys from me, opening my door, and swinging it wide,
allowing me to step past him once again across my threshold.

As I stepped past him, without a word I took his hand back into mine and led
him with me, stopping only to close and lock the door behind us.  "Holly
.... I don't think we sho......"

I turned and silenced him with a deep kiss.  "I know that we barely know
each other, Pete.  But Avril thinks  you're great.  You've met my mom, and
she NEVER volunteers to take Avril unless I specifically ask her to, which I
didn't.  She likes you, too.  Those are two of the hardest women on the
planet to get along with, and you get along with 'em both.  You must be
pretty special."  I cleared my throat, fearing that my next words would
stick there, "but if you don't find me attractive, and you don't want to be
here right now .... I will understand."

"Oh, my god.  How could you ever think that?"  Pete took my face into his
hands and pulled my mouth to his, his lips pressing  carefully against mine
in wanton query.  My tongue answered his quest, and I felt myself pressing
my body against him, feeling his strong arms wrapping around me as we both
succumbed to what we had been toying with all night long.

Pete unbuttoned my blouse as our kiss was never broken, and he pushed it
carefully from my shoulders, following his hands with his warm mouth.  I,
too, began to unbutton his shirt, running my hands underneath to feel his
flesh, and as I made contact with his ribcage, I felt his breath escape in a
low growl.  God, how I wanted this man ....... the usually-cautious "new
millenium" woman was in the throes of complete and utter carnal lust.  No
.... this was more than that.  I felt a connection with Pete from the moment
I saw him.  This wasn't just sex.  I was about to make love with this man.
It felt right.

Pete lifted himself away from me, and since our apartments were virtual
mirrors of one another, he quickly led me down the short hallway to my
bedroom.  He didn't turn on the lights, though .... he asked me to light a
few candles.  A request that I was more than happy to accomodate.  The soft
glow filled the room as Pete went to work on my clothes once again.  Shirt
.. gone.  Bra ... gone.   His hands cupped my heavy breasts, and I felt his
hot breath against first one, then the other, of my nipples.  I must've lost
a bit of control in my knees, because Pete straighted up quickly and wrapped
his arms around me once again, burrowing his face in the hollow of my neck
and kissing up to my mouth.  He backed me to my bed and as he sat me down,
rather ungracefully, there was a loud SQUEAK!  We both jumped, then
dissolved in laughter when we realized I had been set down square on top of
one of Avril's stuffed animals!

Pete moved me over, and as we composed ourselves, he looked me in the eyes.
"You want to know what I thought when I saw you sprawled out on the floor
with your arm jammed in the door?"  I blushed and nodded.  "I thought," he
continued, "that if you had to go to the hospital and have the door removed
from your arm that I wanted to be the one you woke up to after surgery
because you were, and are, the most amazing woman I've seen in a long
time......"  Tears rolled down my face.

He kneeled between my legs and began to unbuckle my pants, sliding them and
my underwear from my body in one move.  I was now naked to a virtual
stranger, and it didn't feel threatening.  I didn't feel like I needed to
run and hide.  I wanted Pete to see me ... all of me.... and decide whether
he wanted to stay based on that, not on the typical "date lies" that
normally prevail until after marriage.

He pushed me back to lie on the bed, and I heard the rustle of his clothing.
Suddenly he was beside me, stroking my less-than-perfect tummy, and my
cellulited thighs.  He stroked the furrow between my eyebrows, and the
blemish on my chin that was thanks to raging hormones.  He ran his fingers
through my short hair, telling me how soft it felt in his hands.  He put his
face into it and breathed, telling me how good it smelled.   He ran his
hands lightly all over me until my skin was electrified.  Each touch brought
new tremours to my body as if every nerve ending had come alive.  He
wouldn't allow me to touch him, saying he wanted his time first.  How can
one not comply with THAT?!

I felt his breath against my ear as he whispered what he wanted to do to me
as he proceeded to do it.  His hand found my mound and his fingers found how
wet I was.  He dipped a finger inside, and being in the complete state of
arousal I was in already, this pushed me over the edge.  I arched against
his hand as his voice in my ear said, "just let go, Holly .... just let go
..."  The pad of his finger rubbing over my g-spot as it swelled against
him.  My breath caught in my throat ... I had never felt anything quite like
this ... but then again, I had been having sex with boys.  This was a man,
and he was making love to me.  With me.

His hands stopped and I felt the blush of a good orgasm flush my skin.  He
kissed my collarbone, watching my face for the softness to return.  When it
did, he slipped me over to the middle of the bed and climbed over me.  "I
need to be inside you," he said to me, and I accepted him fully as my lover.
I felt him stretch me, and I felt my inner muscled mold to his form as I
fully engulfed him.  Just as I would adjust to him and we would establish a
rhythm, he would stop and put his mouth on me, bringing me to orgasm after
orgasm with his mouth and hands, but keeping his own level of lust in a
constant state of arousal .... never letting himself get too close without
stopping to give me pleasure first.

I watched his face when he was between my legs and when he was inside me
(when I could see him from the position we were in).  It amazed me.   I
listened to his breathing and his noises.  I loved  (and still love to this
day) his noises. When he's in the throes of lust, when he's devouring my
flesh, when he's just being aroused .... his noises are heavenly.   He
always goes so slowly when making love with me ..... agonizingly so ....
squeezing every drop of pleasure out of each moment until we are both lying
together, sated, hours later.  His hands gathered my flesh into them and he
guided my pleasure to match his own.   He would stop his thrusting when I
would arch against him and call out, waiting for my spasms to subside before
beginning that climb once again.  I had never made love so completely for so
long.

It was quite a while before Pete looked into my eyes and told me that he
needed to cum, and he wanted to fill me with it.  I wrapped my legs around
him and pulled him deeply inside me, wanting to feel each pulse and jet as
he did.  His groan filled my ears .... and my shout matched him as our
bodies melded for the final time that night.  He placed his hands on the top
of my head and brushed my hair away from my sweaty forehead, then he kissed
me there.  And on the nose.  And then on the chin.  And then on my cheek
before nuzzling back into the hollow of my neck.   I wasn't ready to let him
go, to allow his body to move even a microscopic amount away from mine right
then, so I encouraged his body to sink down on me .... his weight was less a
burden and more a comfort.  It felt good to be cradled.

After a brief rest, Pete rolled to his side, pulling me up very close to
him.  "You wore me out!" I said, grinning at him.

"Yeah, you did me, too, Little Girl,"  Pete agreed and planted another
affectionate kiss on my forehead.  "But what a way to go!"

"Betcha didn't think your locksmithing tools would get you THIS far in the
door, didja, Keymaster?"  I dissolved in laughter all over again, and he
along with me.  He cradled me close once again as our giggle subsided and we
fell asleep.

It's funny to think that was three years ago.  We still live in the same
building, but in a bigger apartment.  Avril has called Pete "Daddy Pete" for
over a year now, but I will never forget how, with my hand stuck in my door,
I met my lovingly devoted Keymaster ..... who will forever more hold the
keys to my heart.

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As always, thanks for reading.  Your thoughts, comments, suggestions, or
whatever else you choose to talk to me about, are always welcome!!

~~h~~

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