6 comments/ 15166 views/ 12 favorites Analytical Chemistry By: EquilibriumByProxy My name is Mitchell and I am a chemist. I wasn't always a chemist, and there was a time not too long ago when I was merely a chemistry student. Back in 2005 I was a junior in college and one of my fall semester courses was analytical chemistry. In my career now I often look back to this course to recall techniques and equations. I keep my analytical book at my desk at work. But there is another reason I look back at this course with fondness; a story that I hope to tell now. I had always been an awkward boy, and my college days were no exception. I stand at about 5'3" so girls that were only interested in tall men never bothered to even talk to me. During college I weighed in at a spectacular 115 lbs, which would made for an awesome build if I were a woman. I was a nerd in the purest sense of the word. Glasses, questionable fashion sense, pretty much no athletic coordination. But in the lab I was in my element. It was analytical lab where I truly found my innate talent. There were eight of us in the course. The professor broke us up into 4 pairs for the lab portion. There were 5 males and 3 females in the class. Two of the girls paired up immediately, as did two of the guys. To my surprise, the 3rd girl approached me and asked me to be her lab partner. Of course I agreed. Her name was Alicia and she was gorgeous. She was about the same height as me and pretty close to the same build. She had very short dark hair and it looked really good on her. I had always been attracted to long hair on girls, but Alicia challenged that opinion and demonstrated how hot short hair can be. She had beautiful blue eyes and made the cutest sounds and gestures when she laughed. Making her laugh became a priority. I wasn't one of those nerds that has trouble talking to girls, so we started chatting right away. She had transferred at the beginning of the semester from a women-only college because they didn't offer two of the classes she needed for her degree; analytical chemistry was one of them. She was a nerd, though maybe not quite at the same level as me. She had to be at least a little bit to have made it to Junior year of a chemistry degree. She was a mathematical genius; the same way I mastered lab techniques and reaction chemistry, she had a special gift with numbers. When I got the chance to talk about myself, nerd that I was, I mentioned that I was a World of Warcraft player. My girlfriend, Heather, and I played together, in fact; I played shaman at the time and she played warrior. I took care not to speak of Heather, but why would this beautiful girl who picked me as her lab partner want to hear about WoW? "My older brother used to play EQ with his friends back in the day," Alicia said. "Used to? What happened?" I asked "He deleted his necromancer when he started dating a girl in college." "Oh." I should have taken that exchange as an indication of her intentions, but I was either too slow or too naïve to put the obvious pieces together. Or maybe I couldn't believe it was true. Heather and I had been together for so long I had forgotten what the early stages of romantic interest were like. It wasn't like I set out to cheat on her. I wasn't taking a 300 level chemistry class looking to pick up girls , but it seemed to be happening without my conscious effort. The months rolled by and Alicia and I became close friends. The common analogy for two people who are romantically compatible is that they have good chemistry. Alicia and I had good chemistry in the literal sense; we were always finished with the lab before the rest of the class, and more importantly, it was always done correctly and completely. I had perfect technique and her math was flawless. Most days when we finished an hour or more early, we would walk together to the student cafe and sit down for coffee. One day in mid November we went to the lab and it was about 40ºF in the room. The professor was standing by the fume hood arranging the materials for the experiment. "Why is it so cold in here?" I asked him. "They're fixing the gas lines," he answered. "Don't worry though, the lines to the Bunsen burners are still ok; we can still do the experiment!" "Fantastic," I muttered under my breath. "It'll be ok, Mitchell," said Alicia. "We're always done in like an hour anyway." She smiled. That smile was intoxicating, and pretty soon, I was smiling too. My hands were shaking as I adjusted the valve on the Bunsen burner and lit it. I held my hands out to the flame like one would a campfire. Alicia did the same thing and scooted closer to me. Before I could realize what was happening, she was pressed up against me, resting her head on my shoulder. "We'll be able to stay warm," she whispered to me. We stayed close for the duration of the experiment, and for the first time, we weren't the first pair out of the lab. I don't know if were were distracting each other from the experiment or if we just wanted an excuse to stay later and cuddle, but it was almost 5pm by the time we got out. "Let's go get something to eat, I'm hungry," she suggested. I didn't disagree, and we made our way across campus in the cold. Usually we would walk about an arms length apart and chat the whole way, but this particular evening we were silent. We were also walking a lot closer than usual. I half-expected to run into someone that knew Heather, but it never happened. We ordered and ate but didn't say much. We glanced at each other a few times across the table, but that was the limit to the physical flirting. "I have to go, Mitchell," said Alicia after some time. "Will you walk me to my car?" "Sure," I said. We stood and headed towards the parking lot. It was after dusk and the campus lot was pitch black. I can understand why she wanted someone to walk with her, not that I'd be any good at fighting off a determined rapist. I might buy her time to run while getting stabbed or something, though. "Thanks," she said when we got to her car. She sprung forward and gave me a quick peck on the lips. I was stunned, and she immediately seemed to regret it. "I'm sorry, I..." "No, it's okay," I said and reached out for her hands. I touched her fingertips and smiled. She hesitated for a couple of seconds before adding, "See you tomorrow in lab... maybe the heat will be on by then." "Maybe not," I suggested. She gave me a sly smile and a quick wave before ducking into her car, starting the engine, and disappearing from the parking lot into the cold. I sighed. I got back to the apartment late, went inside, and locked the door. I leaned back against the door and closed my eyes, trying to process everything that had happened in the last few hours. I heard muffled whimpers coming from the bedroom. Heather. Her older brother had died back in 2003 and she never really recovered. I expected a normal grieving period, so I wasn't surprised when she withdrew from classes that semester, but every time she tried to go back it was one excuse after another and now she was essentially a full-fledged dropout. She didn't work, either, and her grandparents gave her the money to pay our rent while I was in school full time plus a lab. She spent her days on World of Warcraft grinding out PVP rating and crying to herself about how miserable her life had become. I would try to take her out to dinner or movies and the excuses were bottomless. She didn't want to leave because she was too tired, or her clothes weren't washed, or she was scared someone would burglarize the apartment if she left. Sex was an emotional roller-coaster. She'd basically lay there and let me fuck her, which might sound nice occasionally, but after two years of virtually no emotional engagement, I had found it was better to just masturbate by myself and not have to tolerate the after sex crying session. But for whatever reason, I really did love her and it broke my heart every time she had one of her emotional episodes. I would try to help and get rejected to the point where I would lose my temper and have to leave. I stormed out of that apartment more than once while she was sobbing in the background. This night she managed to stop crying long enough to drag herself out of bed and confront me in the doorway. She was a mess. Her long brown hair was in tangles and her eyes were swollen and red from crying. She hadn't gotten dressed all day and was wearing a T-shirt and pajama bottoms. Heather was about 5'8", a good deal taller than me, and back when she took care of herself she had the most fantastic, flowing hair one could imagine. She had a full figure and nice solid c-cup breasts. She always complained that they were too sensitive though, and never let me touch them for long. "Where were you?" she demanded, "I was so worried." "I had lab," I answered. "Analytical lab goes until 5." "But it's 7," she snapped. "You're always home by 4:30." "It went until 5 today and we were hungry, so my lab partner and I went to get a bite to eat at the cafe." "Oh," she responded more calmly, "well call next time!" she quickly added. Your phone is never on, I thought to say, but resisted the urge to open this into an argument. "Ok," I said instead. "I will." She turned away from me and started towards the bedroom. "Wait, Heather..." I approached her. I extended my arms to give her a hug. "No, not tonight, I don't feel good." I lowered my arms and sighed. "You never feel good," I said. "That's not my fault!" she shrieked. "It's not my fault I'm sick all the time!" "Maybe if you got out of bed once in a while you'd feel better!" I started to raise my voice. "Don't shout at me!" she started to sob. "Ok, whatever," I surrendered. I sat down at my computer desk and turned the power on. She stormed off into the bedroom. I pressed my face into my palms and took a deep breath. Why was I here arguing with Heather when I could be with Alicia? Heather and I didn't speak for the rest of the night, and when I went to bed she was already passed out. I fell asleep next to her without touching her. The next day in lab, Alicia could tell something was wrong. The heat was back on, and we returned to our normal analytical lab partner behavior. No cuddling. "What's the matter Mitchell?" she asked me. She was avoiding getting too close. I looked over at her and caught a glimpse of her dangling silver earrings. She caught me looking and pulled on the left one a little bit. "Oh, nothing," I said. "Look, if you felt weird about yesterday..." "No, it's not that," I said. "I had a good time, Alicia." "I'm glad," she said. I looked into her eyes to see genuine concern. I hadn't experienced that emotion radiating from another person in years. It was almost alien to me. "Don't worry about me, Alicia," I said. "I'll figure it out eventually." "Okay," said Alicia. "If you need someone to talk to let me know, Mitchell." She reached over and put her hand on mine. I smiled, and then she did too. "Thank you," I said. This girl was incredible. She was smart, had a great sense of humor, was genuinely interested in me, and didn't seem to be carrying a bag of emotional trash around with her. Alicia was fantastic, and I could totally imagine myself with her. But then there was Heather. As much of a wreck as she was, I did love her. But then, what would my life be if she just disappeared one day. What if one day while I'm at school she just decides to slash up her arms or drive off a bridge into the river? I'm not there to control it, and I shouldn't have to be. Heather and I had history. We had been together since high school, and I always had the good days to look back on. We were a team, at least we used to be. We gamed together, had the same taste in music and movies, and even had a similar political worldview. I barely knew Alicia, but there seemed to be a powerful spark there. Was I staying with Heather because of the past and not looking towards the future? I couldn't decide. "I'm having a party," Alicia said abruptly. "Do you want to come?" "A party?" I asked. I wasn't a party person; not in the least. Alicia didn't strike me as a party-goer either. We were chemistry majors; we had way too much work to do to be partying. "Well, just a little Christmas get-together. Just me and my roommate and our friends. Nothing too wild," Alicia explained. "It's on Saturday the 10th." "We'll see," I gave a vague answer. I wasn't sure that I could sneak this past Heather. I got lost in my own thoughts. I shouldn't have to justify anything to Heather. If I was my own person and had the capacity make my own choices, why was this choice so hard? Why did I have such a moral dilemma about ditching an emotional train-wreck to hang out with a girl that actually cared about my feelings and had the potential to be an intellectual equal? That wasn't fair. Heather was my intellectual equal, even if she didn't remember it. She had changed, but my memories of who she used to be kept us together. "Mitchell?" Alicia broke me out of my deluge. "Huh?" I snapped back to reality. "We need to add the copper sulfate now." "Oh yeah, "I stammered, reaching across the bench for a weigh pan. "Sorry." The afternoon of the 10th came and Heather and I were having the usual heated argument. I don't know why I let myself get sucked into the fighting every time, but I was pretty sure that she was doing it just to feel alive. Arguments and anger were the closest things to pleasure she could feel anymore. "You don't care about me, you don't care about me at all!" Heather shouted, "you're just here because I let you fuck me!" "That is fucking bullshit!" I shouted back, "If it was just about sex, I could find a lot better sex than you!" She burst out crying. "You just lay there like you don't even fucking care; like you're stoned or something," I continued. "You say you're putting out for me, but you're just doing the bare minimum so I keep bringing home groceries and putting up with your bullshit! I'm working my fucking ass off at school and in the lab and this is what I come home to every night? Fuck you." There was a loud knock at the door. "Leave her alone, you fuck!" shouted a voice. Typical. There's an argument, and people immediately side with the girl. It's never the woman's fault, and she's always being abused. I started to get dressed. "Go away!" Heather shouted at the door. "Where are you going?" she asked me, in a hushed voice. "I don't know. Away from you!" I shouted. I started towards the door. "No!" she shrieked, "don't leave me! Please, please don't leave me!" She started to reach for me and I brushed her away. I stepped outside, locked the door, and was met suddenly by a larger man about my age. He was about 6' and at least 250 lbs. He was staring me down. "Back off," I told him. My stature didn't do much for intimidation, but he could sense the seriousness in my voice. "Mind your own fucking business and back off," I repeated. I motioned my hand towards my pocket as though I was going to draw a knife. I didn't have a knife on me, but Brawny over here didn't know that. He moved and let me outside the main door. I never liked living in an apartment, but I didn't have any choice at that stage in my life. The thin walls made your business everyone else's, and people would imagine what they wanted to to fill in the gaps of what they couldn't hear. I got in my car and drove. I ended up in a Burger King parking lot, and went to check my wallet to see what I could afford for food. A slip of paper was stuffed between a couple of ones. Sat Dec 10, Alicia's The party. I had forgotten. At that point I had no place else to go, and couldn't even afford Burger King, so I decided to go to Alicia's. "Mitchell!" she chirped when I appeared at the door. "Hey Alicia," I said, "Am I early? Where is everyone?" "Come in, I have to tell you something," said Alicia and guided me inside. "Where is your roommate?" I asked. Alicia looked over at me. She was wearing one of those ugly Christmas sweaters that looked like it was a size or two too small for her. The woolen fabric clung to her figure and highlighted her amazing perky breasts. I'm not a breast expert, but I would say that they were a B or C cup, and they were pleasantly on display. It was a nice sight compared to Heather's sports bras that mash her tits against her ribcage and the baggy thrift-store clothes she sloppily draped over herself. She was wearing a pair of ornate earrings that dangled almost to her shoulders. Her short hair was gelled up in a neat spiked style, and she was wearing dark pink lipstick. This was new to me as I had never seen Alicia with lipstick on before. "Mitchell," she said, taking a step closer to me. "There is no party." "Oh," was all I could say. I froze for a second or two before the complexity of the scenario dawned on me. It turned out that her roommate had left already to visit her parents for Christmas, and that Alicia had been planning out for weeks how to get me alone in her apartment. "You aren't mad, are you?" asked Alicia after a few minutes of quiet. "No," I said. "I just... I didn't think that..." "Come in, I'll get you something to drink," she guided me to her couch and disappeared into the kitchen. "Rum and coke okay?" "Yeah," I said, "That's my favorite actually. Alicia listen, I..." I trailed off. "I think you're great and all.... no, more than great," I corrected myself. "I think you're perfect. You're smart and fun and..." "But what?" she interjected as she returned with the drinks and handed one to me. "Is there already someone?" I looked right at her. I stared right into her gorgeous blue eyes and lied right to her face. "No, of course not," "Well then kiss me," she said and dove towards me. I struggled to keep my drink balanced as she pressed her lips against mine. The heat from her breath bathed me with sensation. She tasted really good, and smelled even better. I had forgotten the entire palette of senses that came with a good kiss, and I was overwhelmed. My hands found her waist and supported her as she leaned over me. I kissed her back and we remained entangled for several seconds. I felt around the side of the couch for the coffee table and set down my glass before allowing her to push me completely on my back. Our lips separated and she sat up to focus her eyes on me. "Wow," she said, stunned. "I know," I said. "That was great. "I want you," whispered Alicia. "I've wanted you since the day I first spoke to you." "You want a twiggy nerd?" I joked. "I'm a nerd too, you know," she said as she repositioned herself on top of me. "But most nerdy guys are all gross. Hygiene problems... social problems... you can carry on a conversation without sounding like an ape. It doesn't matter if it's about science or video games." "Well, we are apes," I said. She laughed that special cute laugh that I couldn't get enough of. "You aren't macho either, is what I mean," Alicia giggled. "That's all there are for guys... socially inept intellectuals and burly, arrogant assholes. You know the type; they don't care at all about a girl's feelings, just getting into bed with her." I paused in thought. "I really do care about a girl's feelings," was my response. Here I was in the heat of passion with this goddess and Heather kept popping into my mind. "You seem preoccupied, though," said Alicia. My attention focused on her and I realized she had taken her sweater off. "Oh wow," was all I could think to say. Alicia smirked and lowered herself towards me. My hands moved from her hips towards the front of her stomach and up towards her ribs. I paused short of her breasts; still contained by a lacy black bra. "Go ahead," she coaxed, "touch them." Analytical Chemistry Even with permission I still hesitated. I finally reached up and cupped her breasts with my hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. I half expected her to cry out in distress; as this had become my normal association with breast touching. "Mmm," she cooed. "That feels good; you're so gentle. Do you like my tits baby?" Her sudden coarse demeanor caught me by surprise. "Yeah," I said, stumbling for greater finesse. "Tell me," she coaxed. I had no idea she was this hot for me. Not that I minded. "I love your tits," I said, giving them a firm squeeze and kneading them in my palms. "Let's see them." I pulled the cups of her bra down and under her breasts. My God I had never seen such a gorgeous pair of boobs. I was in awe at the sight. Her perky nipples seemed to get harder the longer I stared. Caught in a trance, I barely noticed that she had unbuttoned my shirt and was working her way down to my pants. A cool finger grazed the head of my cock and my vision sprang up to her face. "Oh wow," she gasped staring down at my dick with a glimmer of lust in her eyes. She pulled down my shorts and held my throbbing organ in her hand. "Not what you expected?" I asked. I wasn't huge, but for a man that's only 5'3" to have a 7 inch dick I figured was relatively impressive. "No not at all," she said. Then she let out a little bit of a giggle and added "it looks so disproportionate on you," "So you want to suck it?" "I've got a better idea," she said. She stepped off the couch and knelt on the floor. She unhooked her bra and cupped her tits in her hands. Her soft breast tissue engulfed my swollen cock. She squeezed her boobs into my dick and started to raise and lower her entire body. "Oh my God," I exclaimed. "This is the best thing that's ever happened to me." She giggled. "You've never been tit-fucked before?" "Not like this. And not with tits this nice!" I was paralyzed with ecstasy. The feeling was only part of the experience. The smell of her hair, the sight of her dark pink lips, and the ever-faint jingle of her earrings chiming as she rocked my dick back and forth; up and down. It was too much. "Alicia I..." I gasped. "I'm close... I'm gonna..." "Do it," she said. "Shoot that hot cum all over me while I fuck you with my tits." Hearing her say that sent me over the edge. The first squirt hit her in the chin. The second hit her in the cheek. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She lowered her lips over my dick head and sucked. She let go of her tits. She grabbed my shaft with one hand and cupped my balls with the other. Just when I thought I was spent, she squeezed my balls and started furiously jerking my cock. She managed to coax another spurt or two out of me before I was completely drained. She looked me in the eyes with my cum running down the side of her face and dribbling down her chin. She smiled with her mouth still closed; she hadn't swallowed. "Go ahead baby," I said. "Swallow my cum," I put my hand on the side of her head and ran my fingers through her spiky hair. She lowered her head briefly and raised it again with an audible gulp. She opened her mouth to show me that she had indeed swallowed the cum in her mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head and I sighed a deep sigh of relief. "That was a lot, "she said. "How long has it been since you came like that?" "Like that, never," I answered truthfully. "That was amazing." "It's still early," she said, flashing me a dirty smile and scraping some of my cum off her cheek with her fingers and guiding it into her mouth. "You taste pretty good." "Give me a few minutes and I'll get you some more," I said. She giggled and reached for her glass on the coffee table. I went to do the same, but realized that my pants and shorts were still around my legs. I kicked off my shoes and stood up. I let my pants fall to the floor and kicked them off while I pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my shirt. I felt a hand on my semi-rigid dick. I tossed my shirt to the floor and saw Alicia staring at my cock. She was rubbing it with one hand; her other holding her glass. She didn't get up from the couch, and looked up at me with those lustful blue eyes. My cum was still on her chin and part of her cheek. My cock twitched at the sight. I put my hands on her shoulders and helped her rise to her feet. She stood eye to eye with me, but didn't let go of my dick or her glass. She took a drink of her rum, and leaned over me to set it back down on the coffee table. In passing, she rubbed her belly across my cock. Now both hands were on my dick and it was beginning to stiffen again. It was at this point I realized that while topless, she still had pants on. I ran my hands down her waist, unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, and started to slide them down her hips. She squirmed to assist me. She pulled me by the dick back onto the couch and on top of her. She kicked up her heels to help me get her panties off; the same lacy black as her bra. I looked down at her pussy. "Oh wow," I exclaimed. I thought her breasts were the greatest sight in the world, but that was before I saw her pussy. She was cleanly shaven, which suggested again to me how much planning had gone into this evening. Her lips were tightly sealed, but glistening with wetness. I slid myself down the couch so I could meet that beautiful pussy up close. She moaned as I let my hot breath tease her briefly. I stuck out my tongue and tasted her clit. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips up against it. I was in heaven. She was too, apparently. "Oh God," she moaned. She rocked her hips to meet my waiting mouth. "Suck it," she cried, "suck my clit." I obliged, I wrapped my lips tight to her clit and sucked it into my mouth. She let out a howl and I started to lick her inside my mouth. I could feel her hot juices running down my chin. She grabbed my head to guide me and started rocking her hips. "You like that, baby? You like the taste of my cunt?" "Mmm hmm," was all I could respond as I sucked and licked as best I could and she ground her hips into my jaw. My mouth started to swell with a combination of saliva and pussy juice. I let go and raised my head. I licked my lips and slowly swallowed. "I want you inside," she said. "There's no place I'd rather be," I said, and pulled my body forward to meet her. "Do you have any... uh, protection?" I asked. "No, I don't care right now, I need you," she wrapped her legs around my hips and started to draw me in. "You can pull out, it's okay." "Alicia you're so hot," I said. I positioned myself on top of her and pressed forward. She reached her hand underneath us and guided my dick into her waiting hole. "Ugh," she groaned as my dick head pressed against her lips and began to part them. I resisted the urge to just plunge in all the way with one thrust and instead slowly penetrated her inch by inch. There was absolutely no friction; she was way too wet. The only resistance was from sheer tightness. I didn't think I was going to fit. "You're not a virgin are you?" I asked her jokingly. "No, I've just never had a dick this big before," she answered. "It's not even that big." "It's big enough. Mmmm," she cried as the last inch penetrated her and my pelvis connected with her clit. I rocked back and forth slowly at first, as I wasn't sure how much she was ready to take. I paid special attention to grind her clit on every in stroke. This task was the only thing keeping me grounded in reality. It diverted my attention away from the sensational bliss of a tight pussy wrapped around my cock so I could last more than a few strides. She ground her hips and arched her back in time with me pumping her. She was completely connected to me; physically and emotionally. She looked up at me with her sparkling eyes and I could see a glimmer of longing with every thrust of my cock. "You like this, Alicia?" I asked. I started to increase my pace. "Don't stop," she said. "Don't ever stop fucking me, Mitchell." I propped myself up on one elbow and ran my other hand through her hair. I played with her dangling earrings. She closed her eyes and nuzzled my hand. She started to buckle her hips more aggressively, and I responded by increasing my pace and pushing harder and harder on her clit. "Oooooh," she started to cry. I felt her pussy clench on to me and start to tremble. She wrapped her hands around my shoulders and arched her body up towards me. "You going to cum?" I asked her, half teasing. She nodded emphatically. "Yeah, I'm going to cum," she said. She wrapped one leg around my back and the other around my legs to draw herself up onto me. She jerked her hips and tightened her arms and legs gripping me. I felt her pussy spasm before she cried out. I stopped pumping as furiously as I had been and concentrated on grinding her pelvis while my cock was buried deep inside her. I could feel every twitch of her wet cunt as it struggled to drain my dick. "Oh my God, Fuck!" she screamed as the intensity peaked. It couldn't have lasted for more than fifteen or twenty seconds, but my memories of her orgasm are so intense it might as well have been an hour. After what seemed like forever she eventually lowered herself flat on the couch and her grip on me weakened. I repositioned myself with my elbows at her sides, and rested my lower body on hers. Minor spasms continued to radiate and my cock reciprocated every involuntary muscle movement with one of its own. "Holy shit," she exclaimed, breathless. "That was awesome." "Thanks," I replied. I propped up on my hands and started to pull myself out. She grabbed my legs with hers and stopped me. "No, stay in me," she said. It wasn't a suggestion; it was a command. My face was far enough up that my eyes could focus on hers. The lust was still there, even in post-orgasmic bliss. Her spiky hair was a little messed up from me thrashing it, and a spot of my cum still lingered on her chin. There was no smile on her pink lips, only raw determination. "Alicia," I groaned. "Go," she said. "Keep going." Who was I to argue? I wrapped one arm around her shoulders and used the other to support myself on the arm of the couch. She grabbed my shoulders to lift herself up and planted a quick kiss on my lips. I tasted the bitter-sweet taste of her rum and coke and it occurred to me that I hadn't even had a sip of my drink yet. I pressed my lips tightly against hers and started to fuck her again. I reached my tongue into her mouth and started to feel around. I grazed her teeth and rubbed her tongue. She moved her tongue to coordinate with mine and started to rock her hips with my rhythm. It wasn't long before my balls started to tingle and I could feel the burst of orgasm imminent. I parted her legs and withdrew; grasping my cock and pointing it over her supine body. Her eyes lit up when I started to cum. Wave after wave of creamy semen drenched her abdomen and some even reached her breasts. She hungrily scooped it up with her fingers and licked them clean. She seemed quite pleased with herself after scraping off every drop she could see and feeding it into her waiting mouth. "You missed some, under your left breast," I noted. She collected the last of it and licked her fingers sensually. "Mmm, thanks," she said, swallowing the last of it down and licking her lips. "You must really like cum," I said, sitting backwards and reaching for my rum glass at last. "Just yours," she said. She got her drink too and took a big gulp to wash down any semen that her saliva missed. "Fuck that was hot," I finally said after a few minutes had passed with us both sipping our drinks and catching our breath. "You're really good," she said. "Where did you learn to please a girl like that?" I froze in thought for a few seconds. My desire to please a girl usually goes unnoticed and unappreciated. Heather. A wave of unrelenting guilt struck me for the first time since I had first spotted Alicia's naked breasts. "Are you ok?" Alicia tried to snap me out of my trance. This is what was missing. It wasn't love or even sex that I needed; it was mutual passion. All I wanted was another human being as caring as me to show equivalent desire. Was I in love with Alicia, I asked myself. No. She was beautiful, smart, fun, and we had become very good friends. She was a fantastic fuck. But I didn't necessarily love her. Not like Heather. I smiled kind of a half faux smile and looked up at Alicia. "Yeah, I'm okay." She wasn't a lover; she was a fuck-buddy. I felt another awful stabbing guilt at that realization. "I'm going back to my school next week," she said. "You've given me something great to remember about being here, Mitchell." She laughed cutely and quickly added, "and I think you've raised my standards." "How low were they before?" I joked. She touched my shoulder and giggled. It was as if she could read my mind. She knew as I did that this was a brief fling, and I realized then that she needed it as much, if not more, than I did. It was all about lust; not relationship building. "Here's to great memories," I said and held my rum glass towards her. She tapped her glass against mine and dumped the rest of her alcohol into her mouth. I drank from my glass, but she had a significant head start on me and I couldn't empty it in one gulp. I sat what was left on the coffee table. "What do you say we get to work on some more memories?" Alicia suggested. "Wow, again? Give me a couple more minutes," I said. She started to crawl on top of me and pressed me back against the arm of the couch. She straddled my hips and started to tease my semi-flaccid cock with both hands. It began to spring to life again as I stared at her glistening breasts. She arched her back so they stuck out, and ground up and down on my groin; teasing her clit with my balls and the base of my shaft. Her boobs sparkled with a mixture of sweat and cum. The way she gripped my cock caused her arms at her sides to squeeze her tits together. A bead of sweat ran down her cleavage and disappeared between her breasts. My cock continued to stiffen, and in a minute or two it was hard and ready to go again. "You do recover fast," said Alicia, guiding me down the couch and positioning me on my back. "How could I not?" I asked. "You're grabbing my dick with your awesome tits on full display. You're drenched in my cum, and begging for more. I wouldn't have the willpower to deny you if I wanted to." "Good," she answered and aimed my cock upwards with one hand. She lowered her pussy onto it and impaled herself all at once. She grunted as it bottomed-out. "Oh yeah," I encouraged her as she began to grind forward and back. "Mmm, that's great baby." She sat up straight and cupped her breasts with both hands. She arched her back as far as it would bend and started to roll her hips in a circular rhythm. My dick moved in and out of her as she ground her clit against my pelvis. I supported her with my hands at her sides, just at the bottom of her ribs. Her whole body started to heave forward and backwards and it took a lot of strength on my part to hold her in position on top of me. Her rocking pelvis and compressed clit were controlling the rest of her body as her pace accelerated and soft moans escaped her lips. She placed her hands on my shoulders and rested her weight. I took over holding her breasts, and she cried out as I squeezed them. They were cool to the touch due to the intensity of her sweating, and I imagined how warm my hands must have felt. "Mitchell, squeeze 'em," she cried. "Harder... now pinch my nipples... harder!" I obliged and started to roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger of each hand. I kept pressing my palms into her soft boobs. I fanned out my other fingers and watched as her breast tissue swelled to fill the gaps. Her nipples were so hard; I didn't even have the grip strength to compress them any further. "Alicia your nipples are so hard," I commented. "And your breasts are flowing out of my hands. There's so much boob here I can't hold it all." "Oh my God," she cried out. She increased her pace to an inhuman speed and started to weaken in the arms. I held her up by her breasts as she could no longer support her own weight. Her hips buckled and jerked and I could tell that her orgasm was approaching. "That's it, baby," I encouraged her. "Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me until you cum, and then I'm going to fuck you again." "Mitchell!" she shrieked. This time I heard it in her voice before I felt her pussy clench. Orgasm swept over her and she shuddered from shoulders to hips. I couldn't feel her pussy as tightly as when she came the first time, but it was still pretty obvious when she was finished. She collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around her shoulders. I could feel her hard nipples digging into my chest and thoroughly enjoyed the sight of her spiky hair and dangly earring in the edge of my vision while her face was buried in my shoulder. I almost fell asleep, I was so comfortable with her naked body embedded in mine. After a few minutes though, Alicia recovered and climbed off me. She sprawled herself on the couch and coaxed me to get on top of her. "Come here, give me some more," she said seductively. I crawled up to her swollen pussy and plunged myself in; no waiting and no taking my time. "Hmm," I groaned a little. She was starting to soften, but was still incredibly tight. She had no strength left to grip me, but encouraged me with her words. "I want you to cum now," she said as I started to pound her again. "I want you to cum inside." "Inside?" I questioned. "Are you sure? I mean.... are you-" she cut me off. "No more questions," she demanded. "I want your cum inside me." I continued fucking her. The expression on her face had shifted once again from determination to pure purpose. There was no higher-ordered logical thinking. Her brilliant mind was on automatic. She was at the mercy of biology; and so was I. "No," she corrected herself. "I need your cum inside me. I need it Mitchell!" her voice elevated. Her body was almost entirely limp, but she did retain a little bit of energy that she used to softly rock her hips in phase with my thrusting. I propped myself up and put one hand on her neck. I gripped her muscles and used her throat as a pivot point for better leverage. She gripped my arm with both hands and pushed it only far enough away so that she could breathe. Fire burned in her blue eyes. We were beyond the point of blind passion; the sex had become purely mechanical. I could feel my orgasm start to build, but it was almost vicarious. It was just another part of a well oiled machine; a machine with a purpose that had to work. "I'm almost there," I said. "You ready?" She didn't answer me, just stared at me with an unbroken glare. She almost seemed angry, but I was too captivated to care. I gripped her neck tighter; she resisted and grunted, but displayed a half-smirk that revealed how into this she really was. She was ready. Silently, I began to inject hot liquid into her tunnel. She grunted a little as she felt my cock pulse, knowing that I was flooding her waiting cunt with my warm seed. She accepted all of it, and I collapsed on her. She forcibly rolled me to her side, and wrapped her arm around my shoulders. Some time passed with my head resting on her shoulder. I stared at her lips and at her boobs; the only two features I could see from my perspective. The spot of cum I left on her chin dried to a flaky crust, and her nipples started to soften. "Alicia," I said after a while. It could have been five minutes or it could have been an hour; I had no concept of the passage of time. "Yeah?" she asked. There was a slight hoarseness in her voice. I inspected her neck up close, but couldn't see any visible bruises. I guess I was gentler than I thought I had been. Analytical Chemistry "What was that?" I asked finally. "I don't know," she answered, "but it was awesome." We crawled into her shower stall together to wash off sweat and sex liquids. My cock was sore to the touch, and I imagine her pussy felt about the same after the pounding I gave it. We enjoyed the sensations of touching each others' bodies and shared a couple more deep kisses, but we didn't attempt another round of penetration. I carefully inspected her neck as the hot water from the shower head rained down on it. "I'm sorry, Alicia, I never did anything remotely like that before," I said. "I don't know what-" "Don't you dare apologize for that," she snapped. "That was the hottest thing ever." "Are we talking about the same thing?" "Yeah," she said. "You grabbing me by the neck while you fucked me." She smiled. Her lips were starting to lose their intense color as the hot water chipped away at the pigmentation. We stepped out of the shower and dried off. I didn't have any other clothes to put on, so I ended up back in the same shorts, pants, and shirt that I had hastily tossed on the floor before our fuck session. We realized that we were both very hungry, both from having missed dinner by about two hours and from draining our energy fucking for at least that long. She couldn't afford take-out-anything, and the $2 left in my wallet was no help, so we settled on grilled cheese. That was one other incredible thing I remember fondly from my college days; we were all broke, and nobody seemed to mind. We got creative with our meals, and our dates. Wealth wasn't the primary bottleneck for two people spending time together. "Shouldn't we have had dinner first, and then gone back to my place for the sex?" she asked me while we gnawed on stale bread and processed cheese food. "This wouldn't have been much of a romantic set-up for the rest of the evening," I commented. "Oh really?" She broke off a corner of her sandwich and waited for the viscous, semi-fluid cheese to form a long dangling string. She bit into the larger piece, draping the cheese smear over her chin and across her lips. She giggled and smiled seductively. "Maybe I stand corrected," I said. Alicia and I were back to our normal silly selves. It felt good to be with her, even if we weren't fucking like animals. We teased each other back and forth through the rest of the meal. "Stay with me tonight, Mitchell," she said after collecting the plates. "Please." "Okay. I'll stay," I said. It didn't take much convincing. We didn't have any more sex that night; we were both way too exhausted. I was content falling asleep in her arms, though. She lay on her back and I rested my head on her shoulder. My hand cupped her soft breast through the fabric of her t-shirt while I nuzzled her neck gently. She had replaced her dangling, stylistic earrings with simple studs for the night so they wouldn't snag anything in her sleep. I never slept that good in my entire life, before or since. I awoke late Sunday morning to Alicia wriggling under the covers and sucking my cock. One would expect that to be a great way to wake up, but I was just surprised and a little uncomfortable. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Good morning!" she bloomed. "Sucking your dick," she answered my question next. "I can tell that," I said. "You didn't get enough last night?" She tossed the covers off and exposed her naked body lying next to me. She didn't peel her lips off my dick to answer; just rolled me onto my back and continued sucking. I was hard in seconds, and pretty soon I was involuntarily fucking her mouth with my hands on the back of her head. She looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and giggled; nearly choking in the process. I ran my fingers through her clean, short hair. I think I liked it better unstyled than when she had it spiked with gel. She pulled herself off me with an audible pop as she broke the suction on my dick head. She straddled me and rested her hands on my shoulders. "We need to even the score," she said. She lowered her hips against mine and felt around to guide me into her wet pussy yet again. "Score?" I questioned. "Yeah. I came twice yesterday, you came three times. It's my turn to cum now." And with that she started fucking me. She ground her hips in the same circular motion that she had the day before, and it didn't take her long to bring herself to the edge. I was still half asleep and barely realized what she was doing. I sat up and brought my face to her tits. I pressed them them together; rubbing my nose and mouth between them. She arched backwards and grabbed my knees. She changed her motion from up and down to back and forth; slamming her clit against my pelvis with every thrust. I couldn't take it; I dove forward and pushed her back to the edge of the bed. She shrieked as I did this, thinking she was going to fall right off the the bed. I caught her. "Mitchell," she moaned as I started pounding her once again. It didn't take her long to cum. It wasn't as intense as the two orgasms she had the day before, but it was good in a sweet sort of way. I could feel the quiet pulsations of pleasure radiate throughout her body. She didn't cry out this time, but the look on her face told of her satisfaction without me having to explicitly hear it. She didn't let me leave until a minute or two after her pussy stopped quivering. Her clit and pussy lips were swollen and red from the intensity of the sex they had endured. When I finally did pull out, I brought my face up to her clit and blew on it gently. I felt responsible for her soreness and wanted to do what I could to cool the fire. She smiled and grabbed at my dick. We were in an awkward position, so she couldn't get enough leverage to do much, but she grabbed on and didn't let go. "Move," she ordered, creeping back toward the center of the bed and knocking me on my back. I let her put me where she wanted me. She used her bed sheet to wipe her pussy and my cock clean, and then descended on me again with her mouth. "Alicia, you're going to disrupt the score again," I said as she sucked at least half of my length into her mouth. She popped up briefly. "You'll just have to come back some time and even up again," she answered, returning to my dick before I had a chance to respond. She sucked the rest of the length down and gagged a few times. I tried to guide her head back up, but she swatted me away and continued to shove my dick down her throat. I came faster than I probably should have. I had sort of prided myself on my display of control up to that point, but having her tongue dancing on my balls while her throat milked my cock was too much. I didn't want her to take too long either, as she was clearly overdoing it and would fatigue quickly. I pulled on her earring to get her attention and she looked up at me. She choked on the first spurt and backed out quickly; spraying a mixture of cum and saliva out of her nose. I held her by the side of the head and bottom jaw and forced half my length back into her mouth. "Oh Alicia," I groaned. She flicked her tongue on the bottom of my cock as I continued to pump my cum into her mouth. Besides what came out her nose, she didn't let any escape. When I was finished, I let go of her head and let her back away. She wiped her nose with her wrist, giggling and struggling to keep her mouth closed. "You ok?" I asked. She nodded; sniffing a few times to clear the cum out of her nasal cavity. She opened her mouth to show me the cum she had collected. It looked like an enormous amount, but I'm sure it was diluted with a lot of saliva. She tipped her head back and swallowed with a single gulp. "Ahhh," she gasped. "That stung a little, but tasted great." "Must've been the grilled cheese," I joked. "Sorry I didn't give you a better warning." "No, it's okay," she said. "Let's go get some coffee started." She guided me out of the bedroom and into the dining room. After coffee and a breakfast of store-brand corn flakes, I gathered the rest of my clothes together and started for the door. "I've got to head out, Alicia," I said. "I've got my physics 2 final tomorrow and I need to go study." "I could help you study," she offered. "All you'll help me study is anatomy," I teased. She smiled and lowered her eyes. "See you Tuesday then, I guess," she said. "Yeah... analytical final..." I remembered. "Remember physicists want to see waves in terms of frequency, not wavelength," she said. "Yeah, damn weirdos," I said. She laughed. Nobody but another chemist would have understood why that was funny. We said our goodbyes, she gave me a kiss and I headed out the door. I sat in my car in the driveway for a long time, staring up at our apartment window. Heather's car was in the driveway, so she hadn't disappeared. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to explain where I was; not in ten minutes, not in ten million minutes. The overpowering guilt returned as the last fifteen hours of events culminated in my mind. I cheated on my girlfriend. We got into a fight, I left, and I fucked another girl. It didn't matter that Alicia and I were good friends or that we both knew it was a short term thing. I finally got to a dead end with my circular thinking and decided I would have to face Heather eventually. "Oh my God, Mitchell!" Heather shrieked as I unlocked the door and stepped inside. She ran to me. "I am so glad you're back. I'm so sorry." "Hi," I said. Her arms were out to embrace me. She never initiated a hug, or any other physical contact. I hugged her. She started to sob as we stood entangled. I closed my eyes and squeezed her. As much as she was a crazy, frigid bitch, I did truly love her. Even the best sex in the world couldn't pull me out of Heather's arms. I had empirical evidence to support that now. "I'll never do that again, Mitchell," she cried. "It's all my fault and you're right. I need to stop being such a bitch." "Shh," I whispered. "I'm back. I'm home." Two days passed with limited drama. Heather gave me my space and didn't interrogate me about where I went when I disappeared. She didn't approach me romantically or sexually either, though. I did okay on the physics final; I probably could have done better but I was still distracted with the memories of the weekend. Tuesday rolled around; and the analytical final. Alicia sat next to me. She was wearing the same pink lipstick and dangling earrings she had on when I fucked her brains out. She also wore a persistent smirk and kept trying to snag my attention. I pretended to be working hard on the test and pretended that I didn't notice, until after the test. I finished first and tried to slip away. "Mitchell," she caught me in the hallway outside of the classroom. I turned to face her. "Hey Alicia," she smiled a joyous, adventurous smile. I smiled back, forced at first until I started to watch her. Her eyes, her hair, her earrings... she swung her hips as she walked towards me; backpack slung across her shoulders and graphing calculator in her hand. My smile became genuine; God she was gorgeous. She leaned in close to me and kissed me on the lips. I brushed my hand over her cheek and kissed her back. It was quick, but intense. She stuffed a piece of paper into my hand as our kiss broke. "I'm leaving town this afternoon," she said. She turned and started to walk down the hallway in the other direction. "Give me a call sometime when you get a chance." "I will," I said. "See you later." "Later," she winked at me and pursed her lips. She turned right at the end of the hallway and headed towards the stairwell. She glanced over her shoulder one last time before she disappeared around the corner. I sighed. I stood in the driveway to our apartment again. My keys were in my right hand, and the piece of paper from Alicia in my left. I glanced at it; a series of seven digits and Alicia written in blue ink. She even dotted her "i" with a little heart. I glanced up to the window to the apartment to see Heather looking down at me. She waved at me, and I waved back. I balled up the piece of paper in my hand and walked towards the dumpster. I threw it in, and headed inside. Now it is 2013; eight years later. Heather and I are still together, Her condition has improved significantly since then. She still has bouts of depression, but they are much more controlled and she doesn't blame me for her feelings anymore. Our sex life has improved, and occasionally, she will even initiate. Our sex is passionate and satisfying, but my my most distant expectations go forever unmet. I don't drink rum anymore, and try to avoid grilled cheese. Heather's personality is a lot closer to the person I first fell in love with so long ago, though still somewhat fragmented and scarred from the two-plus years where she emotionally disappeared. I have a hard time imagining a life without her now, though every so often I allow my mind to drift into a darker place where energized blue eyes stare me down with lust. I'm working in the polymer industry now as, what else, an analytical chemist. The pay is sufficient, but the work is truly enjoyable, and as far as I'm concerned, that's what matters. The skills I built in that one semester course come up more than anything else I learned in all of college. I never saw Alicia again. I have no idea what became of her after that Tuesday exam in 2005. I'm very happy in my life with Heather, but occasionally I think about what could have been with Alicia. That's why I wrote this story. Sometimes when I'm working late on a dark and cold winter night, I stare out the window next to my lab bench and just think. I shiver remembering the coldness of that analytical lab, and huddling for warmth with my beautiful and brilliant lab partner. I wonder if she's in a similar lab someplace far away staring out on the same sky and thinking the same thing as me.