0 comments/ 15252 views/ 1 favorites Biochemistry By: MartineAlbert "We're out of Taq polymerase." "No, we're not," I said. I'd been late getting to work this morning, the car was showing signs of breaking down (not that I would know what's wrong with it—and I hate mechanical issues), and my plates were showing no sign of growth—the agar as smooth as a baby's bottom. The last thing I wanted to see was Vasili Kurakov and his "I own the lab" attitude. "Check the freezer yourself." He might as well have had his arms folded, with those royal airs. "Vasili, what do you expect ME to do about it?" "Aren't you the person who made the last batch?" "No, that was Anna. And so what if it was me? I get blamed if it runs out too soon?" "Well yeah, it would mean that you made too little." "This might be funny on another occasion but not today." I was staring at the tauntingly blank plates. He was at my shoulder, invading my personal space, and I knew he knew that something had failed to grow, because of the telltale toothpick streaks across the agar. "You tried to culture the wrong strain, didn't you?" "What makes you say that?" He pointed to where I'd labeled the plate with a Sharpie. "670. You were looking for 670." I glared at him questioningly. "You probably took the vial labeled 610. I was having an issue with Jordan about this—he was saying that my 1's look like 7's because I write them European-style." "Oh my god, and they were out of order so I didn't have the advantage of consecutive numbers to check." "Yeah, someone dropped the box a couple of days ago and the vials went flying all over the place. Just stuffed them right back in the box. Haven't had time to fix it yet." "Gee, well, thanks a lot," I exclaimed. Vasili plucked the squandered plates from my hands and dropped them into the garbage. He started to walk away but I stepped in front of him. "That's it for today, huh?" "Unless you want to make me some Taq polymerase." "You know what? You KNEW your handwriting was ambiguous. You should've written the genotype of the strain on the vial, and not just the strain number." "Details, details." He stepped glidingly aside and passed on out of the room, but not before my palm strike had made contact with his shoulder. ********* Eleven a.m. Only one more hour until lunch. I could go to lunch any time I wanted, of course, but I stuck to the noon hour as though it were prescription. My cork bulletin board was littered with neon-colored Post-Its, a few of which trailed down the side of my computer monitor. "Payroll 5-0330," read one. "Pick up milk," read another. A third sported a delicious combination of consonants: "'Phthisic': afflicted by a progressively wasting or consumptive condition, esp. pulmonary tuberculosis." Heh, I never noticed they all began with P. I relegated stray sheets of scratch paper to the two unwieldy piles of papers on my desk and laid out tomorrow's Journal Club article. Then I heard a snatch of conversation behind me: "I've only heard of lesbian couples using those." "Oh no, get with the times! You can satisfy a woman with both ends, or the man can take it up his ass...." It was enough to make me look up from "ATP-bound conformation of topoisomerase IV: a possible target for quinolones in Streptococcus pneumoniae." Really I should already be sick of hearing about Anna's randy exploits, which I'd often hear her telling to the lab tech Susan, like she was doing now. But even though her lifestyle was too wild for my taste, my own was far too tame. It made sense, I told myself—I was relatively new to the city, had just been a postdoc here for four months. I didn't have dozens of classmates I saw daily, like Anna (who was in graduate school) did; nor did I have conventional good looks, the way that Susan did, for instance. "Amy, you're giving Journal Club tomorrow?" It was Jordan, another postdoc, in the hallway. "Yup, topoisomerase." "Awesome. I'm going to lunch now but I'll check it out after lunch." I waved and went back to the J-Bact paper, finding consolation in ATP binding sites and antibiotic resistance. ********* Vasili Kurakov reappeared at my lab bench in the late afternoon. "Have you run out of another enzyme?" I asked coolly, looking up from the cloning maps I was assembling on my computer. "No, I decided those are problems I need to bring to my undergraduate from now on, and not to you." "You've made a wise decision." "In figuring that he will be competent enough to make a judicious amount? I think so." I exhaled loudly in indignation. He flashed an evil sort of grin. I was about to ask him what he wanted, when he started looking over the gel photos taped above my bench. "How do you get handwriting this neat? Do you have a robot label everything for you?" "I can't even tell whether that's a compliment or an insult." "Heh—'compliment'!" he said in disdain. As I glared, he picked up a pipetman and started pumping it vigorously, while obliquely raising an eyebrow at me. "Vasili, this question is long overdue. What the hell are you doing?" "Do you want me to leave?" "No. I mean—I mean, don't you have work to do? I was kinda in the middle of—" "Come to think of it I DO have something to finish up, and I understand completely." He waltzed out. I turned back to my cloning maps for a few minutes, and then decided I had had enough of the day. I had better get back to the car fast enough so that I'd have time to do something about it before dinner. Usually I worked on into the evening, but Wednesday night was a night set aside for not working, just arbitrarily decided upon like the noon lunchtime. Convenient, maybe, that the car had chosen a Wednesday to start jerking and spurting. As it turned out, once I got out into the parking lot, the car wouldn't fucking even start. "Agh!" I growled, running my hands up the sides of my face. What to do? I found myself walking back upstairs into the lab. ********* "You're sure this isn't too much out of your way?" I said nervously. "Not at all. I know these streets like I know the genetic code." Vasili drove intently, both hands on the wheel. "Well thanks again for this." "What are your plans for the night?" "Oh, curl up, read, nothing too special. I'm reading some stuff by Eugene O'Neill." "I remember Long Day's Journey Into Night was really good." "It is." "So, uh," he said, "you don't have a significant other?" "Nope, just Eugene tonight." He was caught off-guard by the phrasing but then understood. "I always figured you didn't, but you know, you can never be sure." "Right. Uh—you're single too, right?" "Free as a bird." "I also always figured." "Amy, you know why I know these streets so well?" "Huh?" Something was amiss. What was that grocery store? "I'm not driving to your place. I'm driving to mine. I knew it was a big risk but I hoped you would notice really early on and point it out, and if you didn't like it I would have driven you right where you wanted to go. But you didn't notice. You weren't even looking out the window." "Christ, Vasili—" "I'd kiss you but I don't want to get into a traffic accident. We'll be there in five more minutes." ********* As soon as he'd parked his car and shoved the key in his pocket, he grabbed my shoulders. We kissed hotly, excitedly, with almost a sigh of "At last" but also the tingling promise of what was about to transpire. Without breaking breath contact he struggled on his knees across the transmission and awkwardly onto my lap, crouching in the space in front of me, jammed in the small space allowed by the car, and I kissed and kissed him. Finally he squirmed back across the driver's seat, got out of the car, ran around and opened up the passenger's side, and we embraced languorously standing against the car roof. I couldn't get him close enough in my arms. "Let's go inside," I whispered. On his couch he fell astride my body full-length, almost knocking out my breath with the ecstasy of the feeling. Kissing, I rolled us over onto his back and started dizzily undressing him, lapping hungrily at the new territories uncovered by my hands. His erection, seen through his pants, made something tremble inside me. I peeled it free and, as he lay there momentarily helpless—partly because he was emotionally moved to see the reciprocation of his desire—I bent on my knees and started sucking his cock. I pumped his shaft in my hand as I tenderly lavished my tongue in his straggly undergrowth, then wet the circumference of his rod in long licks before I once again took it as fondly as an infant with a pacifier. As I looked up to see his reaction, my mouth repeatedly pampered the part of his body I had come to treasure in the shortest time. "Amy," he whispered hoarsely, in disbelief even as pleasure coursed through him. "Amy." And then, "don't let me come just yet." His harsh breathing fused again into my lips as he held me full-length along his body, his hands warm and sure as they divested me of my own clothes. I was wild with anticipation; there was such heat in the air. Still lying under me, he hoisted me cephalad until my bare breasts fell against the slopes of his cheeks, and then turned his head to pleasure each nipple; I moaned his name, over and over. He kept it up patiently with his tongue, but even as I gloried in it, I was near tears with impatience. Then he took on the Vasili Kurakov air impossible not to recognize from the lab. His face so hard with passion it was like a mask, he laid me aside, stood up, removed my pants as confidently as if he were unsandwiching a Western blot, and said low, "Lie back." A wave of gratitude made me gasp when his tongue found my target, licking precisely bulls-eye. His hands cupped my bare ass and for some reason I felt an especially human connection from having warm hands hold me there. I was sprawled moaning on the sofa while he knelt on the floor. He licked me into abandon, into new states of seeing. All along this man.... "Vasili, Vasili, I'm getting close." He murmured stifled encouragement against my pussy. "O Vasili, Vasili, Vasili...." I had to give him his name, so to speak, and his name was perfect for rolling myself over the edge, propelled relentlessly into a mad blank world, screaming. Having subsided, I scrambled toward him: "Stand back, let me get you hard again—" and I knelt on the floor as he stood up, and as I cherished his cock in my mouth I felt I could capture that pose indefinitely. How I loved serving him at the same time I was possessing him vulnerable.... "Amy, Amy, are you ready." "O Vasili." I stood up to meet his embrace. I was beginning to tremble. We kissed with the feeling we had first recognized out there in the car, but at a more intimate leisure, with more confident emphasis. He held me tightly with one arm while he filled the other hand with one side of my ass, massaging it up and down. His cock poked at my pubic hair. We couldn't stop kissing. "Vasili," I whispered finally, "come into me." And I lay down on the couch, face up, spreading my legs as Vasili knelt down between them, and I helped guide his cock until I felt it entering the right place, and then I lay back and watched his face over mine as he started to fuck me. The sensation was a blissful pleasure like no other. I moaned low, long, and loud, uncontrollably, as he hit my G-spot over and over. He filled me so full. I could feel, too, that the bucketfuls I had released were doing their job as lubrication. He was making the occasionally involuntary sound, too, and it escaped as outward through a veil under which he was fully engaged, his heart and being submersed. It was inexpressible joy fucking Vasili. An inexpressible joy. My moans grew louder and fused into contiguous utterance; my limbs had lost circulation; I felt entirely in a supraphysical state. I thought I could feel his wet warm cum, as I convulsed and nearly shot out of consciousness. Biochemistry - New Love in the Lab This is a story about new love. I hope you enjoy it. * I was smitten the very moment I saw her. A girl with a striking mop of curly bright red hair that cascaded to her shoulders sat near the head of the table, her eyes fixed on a form in front of her. She looked like she was deep in concentration as she held a pen which she absentmindedly tapped the non-writing end against her lower lip. As I walked into the meeting room she looked up from the form to me and I immediately noticed her beautiful sparkling blue eyes, and then her cute little smile with which she greeted me. I couldn't help but smile back. "Hello, I'm Angie. Are you part of Dr Pritchard's lab?" She had a slightly husky voice and in an instant I had decided it was the sexiest voice I had ever heard! "Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you Angie." And it really was a pleasure I thought, as I placed my mug of coffee on the table and shook her hand, introducing myself to her at the same time. I briefly told her about my role as a laboratory assistant. It was Thursday morning, the day that Dr William 'Bill' Pritchard's laboratory group scheduled its weekly lab meetings. I was a laboratory assistant who worked for Dr Clara van den Berg, who worked with Bill, and everyone who was part of the lab were supposed to attend the meetings. I normally sat up the back of the room with Bill's lab assistant Brent Benson, who we all called 'Benno' (pronounced 'Ben-O'), but on this day I sat down next to Angie and chatted with her. Our chat was very brief though and she was only able to get around to telling me how she was a new student studying under Dr Pritchard before other members of the lab started to arrive, making plenty of noise and interrupting our conversation. Benno raised his eyebrows when he saw me sitting at the table chatting with an attractive young lady that he had never seen before. As usual Bill and Clara were the last to arrive at the meeting and Bill sat at the head of the table, while Clara sat opposite Angie. Clara raised her eyebrows at me as well because I was sitting so far up the meeting room table, which was highly unusual, but she smiled at me, guessing my motive. Bill most probably didn't notice anything different as he spoke in his characteristic booming voice. "Okay everyone, we have a few things to get through this morning but I am racing to get to another meeting with the department so we will try to make this brief. First, I will introduce Angela Macleod, my new biochemistry PhD." "Hi everyone." Angie gave a cheerful greeting as she flashed a smile that I thought was the most gorgeous smile I had ever seen. She gave a little wave too and I thought that her wave was super cute! I was already hooked and I wondered if maybe this is what love at first sight was all about! "We are in a bit of a rush Angela, but I am sure everyone can introduce themselves to you later." Bill was typically in a rush. Though a brilliant scientist, he couldn't have organised a piss up in a brewery. He talked from topic to topic without any obvious connection or order between the topics, just rambling on as things came to his brilliant mind. He let one or two other people from the lab speak about this or that too, including Clara. Bill and Clara were like chalk and cheese. Clara was brilliant too, but she was much more organised than Bill, bringing a sheet of notes with her so she knew exactly what she needed to say and what order to say things in. The difference between Bill and Clara was most noticeable if you were to visit their respective offices. Bill's desk and floor had papers and books piled in every available space and his book case was a shambles. Clara's office was incredibly neat and everything had its place. I really admired Clara and she was very thorough with her work, but I suspect she was obsessive compulsive about neatness! Despite their differences, Bill and Clara worked very well together. The meeting finished and Bill swept out of the room, heading off for God only knows where. Clara asked me to meet with her in the lab and so I knew that right now I wouldn't be spending anymore time chatting to this lovely creature that had just blown into my life and who had stolen my heart with a smile and a wave. "I have to go Angie but I am sure we will bump into one another soon." I had work to do, as I am sure she did too. "Yes, great to meet you. I will be around so, yeah, we will catch up then!" Her reply was very cheerful and her smile and eyes captivated me. We both sort of stared at each other, smiling for a second or two before I caught myself and walked out the door, heading for the laboratory. I couldn't help but grin and I couldn't wait to see the gorgeous new biochemist again! "Smooth one mate!" Benno slapped his hand down on my shoulder in a friendly manner as he caught up with me in the hall that led to the laboratory. "Ha ha ha," I laughed. "Mate, she's gorgeous!" "True. You should find out if she is single. It's about time you got yourself a new girl." Benno was right. I hadn't had a real girlfriend in one and a half years. My previous girlfriend Harriet and I had been together for three years. We broke up after she moved to the UK for work purposes. Even though we had told each other we would wait and see if perhaps I would follow her too, I wasn't ready to move overseas. The distance made it tough and after six months of her being away we decided it was best to call it quits. While I had some casual relationships in the meantime, I did not feel prepared to get so attached to someone again. Harriet had been my first real love and she was still fresh in my mind. But for the rest of that Thursday I could only think of the new girl, Angie! Like I said, I was smitten and it was definitely love at first sight! ~~~~0000~~~~ "You should make your move man! Someone else will ask her if you don't." Benno encouraged me regularly. I established early on that Angie was single. Yet I wasn't very proactive at asking her out. Maybe that just isn't my style and to be honest, the more I like someone the harder I find it to ask them out. And I liked Angie in spades. I couldn't get her out of my mind! I feared someone else might ask Angie out but in the first month with the lab I rarely saw her while she settled in. She was not conducting any experiments early on as she was just getting a feel for her new project and she spent most of the time in her new office. The few times we did run into each other I would try to act casual to hide the fact that I was nervous because I wanted to get up the courage up to ask her out! I compensated for my nerves by trying to be funny, and fortunately she seemed to laugh and smile a lot. I started to get an inkling that she might like me too. Strangely that didn't help give me the courage to ask her out though. Some of our little group who worked at the lab would occasionally meet socially at a bar, or we would go to a movie or a party every now and then. Angie made good friends with James Farr, one of the other students from her office and he brought her along to the pub one night when we were having a get together. We called James 'Jamie' because there was another James in the lab and fortunately Jamie was gay so I knew he wasn't competition for Angie's affections. Michael, Blake and Benno were not going to be competition either, because they all had girlfriends. In our little social group only James Parson, who we just called 'Jimmy', and Nick, were the other single boys. Jimmy might be competition and he had a bit of a reputation as a lady's man, but I doubted Nick would be a problem because he rarely came out with us and he was quite geeky. I doubted Nick would make a move even if he was interested. But I hadn't made a move either had I. I remember there were nine of us that night at the pub, including Benno, Isabel, Blake and his wife Tanya, Jamie, Louise, Jimmy, Angie and I. Angie sat next to me as we all laughed and chatted about nothing in particular. There was nothing shy about Angie and she made friends quickly, laughing and joining in from the start. I think our flirting started that night. "So, what ya doing this weekend?" she asked. "I'm going to the footy with some mates on Sunday." "Ahh you go for the Broncos then?" "Yeah, why, who do you go for?" "The Storm." "You go for the Storm? You can't go for a Melbourne team! They don't even know what Rugby League is down there!" I pretended to act shocked, like she was a heretic. "They won a grand final," she stated matter-of-factly and poked her tongue out at me. I grinned and shook my head in mock disappointment, "I can't believe you go for Storm." "Well I actually grew up just north of the Murray, and Melbourne was closer to us than Sydney, so I follow the Storm." The 'Murray' she had referred to is the Murray River, which is the border between the southern states of Victoria and New South Wales. "SO you are a cockroach too!" I blurted but grinned to make sure she knew I was mucking about. We call people from New South Wales 'cockroaches'. "It's better than being a toad!" she grinned back, giving as good as she got. Cockroaches referred to us Queenslanders as 'cane toads' after the introduced noxious pest amphibians that proliferated up here. I let our friendly sporting and state rivalry drop for now as I didn't want to push too far with it and come across as a serious dickhead. I mentally put the facts I had just learnt away for further use down the track though, for the times when my team beat her team and I could cheekily give her a bit of stick. The night rolled on and Angie and I were drawn to each other, chatting freely and easily. I had been worried that Jimmy would have been trying chat her up but he didn't even make a move, probably because she and I were getting on so well that he hardly had a chance. Angie looked gorgeous though, wearing a simple blue skirt with a black top that showed off the outline of a pair of well shaped breasts. Yet, believe it or not I was hardly taking any notice of her breasts because I was lost in her gorgeous blue eyes and her cute little smile that hardly ever left her face all night! The pub was loud and there were people chatting and music blaring, yet I only noticed Angie. Late, around eleven pm, Jamie said he was heading off for home and offered to give Angie a lift to her place. We all decided to call it a night and we left just after Jamie and Angie. Isabel, Benno and I walked down the street together because we lived close to each other. "Well done. You and Angie seem to be getting along famously!" Isabel said in her Spanish accent. She was from the north of Spain and had been a biology student here for two years now, studying under Clara. Within three weeks of her arriving at the lab Benno had asked her out and they had been together ever since. "Yeah she's gorgeous," was all I could respond. I had wanted to ask Angie out at the end of the night but I lost my nerve and had missed my opportunity. ~~~~0000~~~~ Several weeks went by and I ran into Angie with increasing frequency. When she began to use the laboratory, I saw her most days. We had a natural rapport and spent more time together socially too, but I still hadn't got around to asking her out. I couldn't understand what was wrong with me because I was not normally this shy about asking a girl out, even when I did really like her. But each time I got to the point of asking her I lost my nerve and let the moment go. When we were out with the others, she and I would always end up chatting and hanging out together, which I was enjoying immensely. For some reason I worried that if I asked her out it would break the magical spell. I couldn't believe my poor form! I had no trouble asking her to come to social occasions where others were involved but when it came to asking her out on a date I was becoming frustrated. "Hey, got any plans for the weekend?" I asked one afternoon, my frustration building to the point that my mind was screaming at me to be proactive. I planned to ask her out, perhaps to dinner and a movie. "My friend is coming to visit for the weekend and we are thinking of going down the coast." My timing left a lot to be desired and so I knew I was out of luck that weekend. At least it wasn't a male friend who she was going away with, I thought with some relief. Tension seem to build though. Perhaps on both sides. She flirted with me, just innocently at first. We were rarely alone together, but when we were little things would happen. One time I was in the lab centrifuging some samples for Clara and suddenly I felt something gently hit me in the back. I turned around and there was a paper aeroplane on the floor at my feet. The only other person in the lab was Angie. She was facing away from me looking like she was busy at her bench and so I tossed the paper plane in her direction, where it landed on the bench next to her. She turned around and looked at me. "What?" she said in the most innocent tone she could muster. "You shouldn't throw things in the laboratory you know!" I shrugged my shoulders and faced my palms out at her in a gesture of innocence, as if I didn't know what she was talking about. She grinned a cheeky little grin back at me. Another time I walked into the lab and Angie was sitting at her bench, engrossed reading a paper or something like that. I decided to play silly buggers and creep over to her and scare her for a bit of a lark. I thought of scaring her with a loud "BOO" but I didn't want to startle her too much. I crept up behind her and boomed in my best impersonation of Bill Prichard's voice, "Angela Macleod, what is this mess you have made here in my laboratory?" She spun around with a shocked look on her face. Ever so briefly her expression went from shock to confusion when she saw it was me and not Bill, and when she realised that I was mucking about with her she began to grin. "You scared me out of my wits just then! That was so mean!" She threw a soft punch at my arm. I laughed at her and she poked her tongue out at me. "I will get you back you know. You won't know when, but it will be when you least expect it!" "Oh, I am so scared." She pushed me playfully. "Well you should be." ~~~~0000~~~~ We were having good flirtatious fun that was harmless, but every now and then our games went a bit too far. Shit, someone has stolen my bike! I thought to myself as I entered my office, noticing my bicycle was missing. Every day I rode a mountain bike to and from work, and instead of locking it up to a bike rack I would leave it in the office that I shared with Benno, just next to my desk. Like every other day I had left my bike in the office, but this particular afternoon my bike was nowhere to be seen and my helmet sat on my desk. "Hey Benno, where is my bike?" Benno was at his desk typing something on his computer. "I don't know mate." Benno didn't seem to be all that worried that someone might have been into our office to steal stuff and I got the impression he knew exactly where my bike was. "Shit mate, I have really got to get going. I have to pick my friend up from the airport." I had promised my housemate Jess that I would pick her and her boyfriend up from the airport because they were returning from a holiday in south-east Asia. With the shocking traffic I knew I would be cutting it fine to get there on time. I didn't want to let Jess down and have them waiting at the airport for too long just because I had been looking for my damn bike. My friendship with Jess went way back to high school, and though she would forgive me if I couldn't pick her up, I hated the idea of breaking any promise I had made. Benno looked at me quizzically for a second and he could tell I was getting agitated and stressed. I didn't quite believe someone would have entered our office because we were rarely in there and it was locked shut more often than not. "Ah mate, sorry, your bike is out at the bike rack. Angie has the key to the lock. She thought it would be a funny joke." Shit! I was pissed off. Clearly Benno had helped Angie with this one. I grabbed my helmet and went looking for Angie. She was not in the lab and so I ran to her office. I found her chatting with some of her office mates. "Hey Angie, I need the key to my bike," I said in a calm but firm tone. "I don't know what you are talking about," she responded equally as calm, but a grin was forming at the edges of her mouth. "I really have to be somewhere Angie. Please, I need the key." Angie analysed me just as Benno had done. Everyone else in the room just stared at me too, like I was some kind of oddity. Then Angie realised I was serious and that she might have gone a little bit too far. She reached into the pocket of her jeans, pulled out the key and handed it to me. "Hey I'm sorry, I was just playing a joke," she said, looking genuinely upset. No matter how pissed off I was I couldn't feel angry with her. "I guess we are even then." ~~~~0000~~~~ The next day Angie came to me in my office first thing in the morning and apologised. "I am really sorry about the bike thing. I thought it would be funny. I'm sorry." I was sitting at my desk and Benno had not yet arrived. "Let's forget about it eh," I said. I didn't want to make a big deal out of this. No damage had been done and I had managed to get to the airport on time the previous night. And Angie looked genuinely upset with herself. "Okay. Hey, what are you doing this weekend?" she asked. I looked up at her and my heart started to race. Was she going to ask me out? But I had unchangeable plans for both Saturday and Sunday. Bugger! "I am going away on a bucks weekend for an old mate of mine who is getting married." Bugger! Bugger! "Oh," was all she said. "Why?" "Well nothing really." She sounded disappointed. "Nothing? Really?" I wasn't convinced. "I just wanted to see what you were doing, that's all. Don't worry about it." "Okay, I won't." I did though, wondering if she had been going to ask me out. I thought about it for the rest of the week and into the weekend. ~~~~0000~~~~ The week after the bike incident there was not much flirting between Angie and I. We still chatted but some of the light heartedness and banter between us had gone. Monday went by and we were on our best behaviour around each other, like the two professional work colleagues we should have been, instead of the serial flirts we had become. This had the effect of making more tension between us and it drove me totally nuts! I had to relieve the tension between us somehow. On the Tuesday I was in the lab working on some samples for Clara. Angie came in around ten o'clock and greeted me in a cheerful, but professional tone. "Hey, how ya doing?" she asked. "Not bad," I said, but wanting to say more. Then I remembered a silly joke that had been told on the weekend at the bucks party. "Hey, wanna to hear a joke?" "Yeah why not," she said as she prepared her work on her bench. She sounded so serious and I thought the joke was probably inappropriate, so I decided not to tell her. "Oh don't worry about it, I will tell you some other time." "No. You can't not tell me now. I want to hear your joke!" She came over and sat on a stool opposite me. "Okay here goes. Four nuns rock up to the pearly gates and St Peter greets them." I watched Angie's face to see if I was being inappropriate. "A Catholic joke," she said. "You do know I am Catholic don't you?" "Oh forget it. Don't worry about my stupid joke." This was not going too good. She grinned at me, her eyes coming alive with the cheeky mischief that had been missing since the bike incident. "Ha ha I'm not Catholic!" she laughed. "Tell your joke." "No, I don't want to tell the joke now," I said, trying to keep a straight face. Biochemistry - New Love in the Lab "Tell. Me. The. Joke!" she commanded in a deeper voice, saying each word slowly. "Oh if you insist. I will start again. It probably won't be as funny now though." "Tell me the freakin joke!" Angie said rapidly, in mock frustration as she leant forward on her stool towards me. I inadvertently saw down the front of her top to her dangling breasts. Nice boobs, I thought. I didn't stare long and she didn't notice. "Okay so here is the joke. So the four nuns rock up to the pearly gates and St Peter greets them and asks, Have any of you ever sinned?" As I told the joke I put on a deep voice for St Peter. I continued, putting on a squeaky girl's voice for the nuns, "The first nun says, I saw a man's penis once. St Peter points to a bowl of water and says, Splash your eyes with the holy water my child and you will be cleansed of your sin and you may enter Heaven." I was watching Angie's reactions and she had started to grin. Nice one, she doesn't mind a dirty joke. I continued with the joke. "So anyway, the second nun in line says, I once touched a man's penis. St Peter says, go wash your hands in the holy water and you will be clean of your sin and may enter Heaven. At the back of the line the last two nuns began to have a blue. St Peter strode up to them and said in his deep voice, What is going on between you two? The last nun points at the third nun and said, I want to swap places with her because I don't want to wash my mouth out with the holy water after she has washed her bum in it!" Angie burst out laughing and almost fell off her stool! I didn't even think the joke was that funny but she clearly did. Angie collected herself and smiled at me. "You are lucky I am not Catholic! You would be in sooo much trouble now!" "Who would be in trouble?" Isabel walked into the lab and saw us in the corner. "He's just telling me dirty jokes," Angie said with a grin still on her face, her eyes alive with mischief. "Oh, you two are flirting again then," Isabel smiled at us as she walked over her own work on one of the benches. I was glad Isabel didn't hear the joke because I knew she was a practicing Catholic and might have found it offensive! The flirting got back to normal between Angie and I. We didn't play any serious pranks with each other, just harmless immature games. I would sometimes deliberately switch the lights off if I left the laboratory, knowing she was the only one in there. Or she would stick notes saying 'kick me' on the back of my lab coat. One day I saw her in the hall, in a serious work related conversation with some undergraduate students she was tutoring. They had their backs to me and she saw me down the corridor. I peeled off into another corridor that led to some other laboratories, and then I poked my head around the corner, pulling funny faces at her. She tried in vain to keep a straight face in front of her students but after a minute she couldn't contain herself and burst out laughing. The young undergrads had no idea what she was laughing at and she apologised to them, still trying not to laugh. I walked up the hall past her, giving her a cheeky smile as I went by. "That wasn't funny," she said, trying to sound annoyed as she reached out and playfully pushed my shoulder as I walked by. I grinned to myself as I heard her still try to control her giggle and one of the young students laughed at our obvious shenanigans. It was childish but harmless fun. We still hung out socially sometimes but these were always organised activities with our friends and we never hung out on our own together. I was getting increasingly restless and I was determined to just ask Angie out once and for all. I just needed the right time. She was getting busier and busier and I didn't want that to hinder my efforts with her. She was starting to run some experiments and consequently she was working back late more and more, which made it difficult because I knew she had less and less free time. ~~~~0000~~~~ One day Clara and Blake asked me if I could help Blake prepare thousands of samples that needed to be sent to another laboratory for analysis. The work would possibly go late into the evening for most days of the following week. I would be paid some overtime and Blake was always good company and so I didn't mind working back. And there was always the chance that Angie might just happen to be working late in the lab too! Blake and I spent the Monday setting up the equipment for the sample preparation. We knew this was going to take a long time but we just got on with the job. We were working on a bench at the opposite end of the lab from Angie and I had to put my flirting with her on hold because I needed to concentrate. The first night Blake and I worked back till after ten pm. Sometimes we were able to take short breaks from the work, to have a stretch and to relieve the monotony. We would sit up our end of the laboratory and chat softly, trying not to disturb anyone else. At various times during the evening Jamie came over for a chat and then Angie did too. But the spare moments were brief and we had much work to do, lest we end up staying at work all night. The second night was just like the first, except that it was only Blake and I working late in the laboratory. We chatted a bit but he seemed distracted. "Are you all right mate?" I asked. "Yeah I'm fine," he said. "But Tanya has been feeling off lately." Blake and Tanya had been married for two years now and were very much in love. If she was feeling sick I reckon Blake fell sick with sympathy too. "That's no good. I hope she gets better." I didn't really know what to say. "Thanks mate, I am sure she is okay." We stayed there preparing samples until we decided to call it a night at nine pm. The following day Blake asked me if I would be able to prepare the samples on my own that night. He told me Tanya was feeling quite ill and he wanted to go home early so he could look after her. Clara agreed that Blake should go home early. To be honest I wasn't looking forward to a potentially long evening in the lab doing the repetitive work. But Blake was a good mate and colleague who needed my help and Clara was a good boss who I knew thought highly of me as an employee too. So highly in fact that it was me who prepared and ran many of Clara's own experiments. That was just how it worked. I could hardly say anything other than, "No worries, I will look after the samples on my own tonight." ~~~~0000~~~~ Clara told me that I was not to work later than nine pm and only to get done what I could. No need to work me too hard. After Blake left around five pm, I was left in the laboratory with Jamie, Louise and Angie. I kept glancing over at Angie who was hard at work. She had already told me she was having a late night in the lab. Once or twice Jamie caught me glancing at Angie and he just smiled and winked at me. Later, Angie came over and sat at my bench for a while and we talked about stuff while I worked on the samples. I took a break to stretch and to enjoy Angie's company, so I moved my stool closer to her. "I got a joke for you," she said. "Yeah go." I grinned at her. "What do you call a deer without eyes?" "I have no eye-deer," I said, totally dead pan. "Ah you've heard that one," she kicked her foot playfully at me. "What do you call a man with a spade?" "Doug. What do you call a man without a spade?" "Doug-less," she replied. "You are ruining my jokes by knowing them! Ok, here's one. A horse walks into a bar and the bar man says Why the long face?" She smiled at me as she read my mind. "You think my jokes are lame don't you?" "Should I answer that?" I grinned back. "What else you got?" "Okay, a man walks into a bar and it hurt." "Lamest. Joke. Ever! Surely you have something good in there?" I reached out to gently cuff her head and she deflected my hand. "Okay let me think. I am not much of a joke teller. Um okay, I have a naughty one." "Go on." I encouraged her with a grin. "It might be bad." "Just tell me the freakin joke!" I mocked her from the time she had said the exact same words to me when I wasn't going to tell the nun joke. "Well okay but I warned you. Right oh, there's a primary school teacher who asks her students to tell the rest of the class what they did on the weekend. One of the boys, Johnny, puts his hand up and Miss sees that Johnny can't wait to tell his story and she says, Ok Johnny, tell the class about your weekend. Johnny gets all excited and says, Well Miss, me and me mates caught some toads and put bungers up their arses and blew them up! Miss was horrified at Johnny's tale but she also felt like correcting Johnny's use of the word 'arse'. Rectum Johnny, Miss corrected him." Angie started to giggle and I was grinning because she was cracking herself up at her own joke before she got to the punch line. She kept giggling but managed to continue. "Johnny looked at Miss all wide eyed and said, We didn't just wreck em Miss, we blew the shit out of em!" Angie and I both laughed hard. Louise and Jamie looked over at us and Jamie chuckled to himself. "Oh I am shocked Angie!" I laughed. "Where did you learn such filth?" "I do have brothers you know," she said with more laughter, as if that explained everything. "Okay, I have a joke," I said, grinning at Angie. "You will like this one. How long does it take for a redhead's mood to change?" "Ten seconds," Angie retorted in less than one second, sending another playful kick my way. "You're skating on thin ice there boy!" "Quicker than one second I think if that's anything to go by!" We still both chuckled and I couldn't help but smile at her. She was so beautiful to me. Even if her jokes were completely lame! At approximately six o'clock both Jamie and Louise finished up their work for the evening. As they left the lab, Jamie said in an exaggerated camp voice, "See you two lovebirds in the morning!" Both Jamie and Louise giggled as if Jamie had just told some great joke. Though he was gay, Jamie didn't usually have a camp voice so he was putting it on. Angie and I chuckled and said goodbye to them both. "Well I have got some more work to do," Angie said and she got up and went over to her bench. I watched her walk away from me, her gorgeous red curls falling down to her shoulders and her white lab coat trailing behind her. She is perfect, was all I could think! To me she was the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen, with her curly red hair, sparkling blue eyes, cute little smile and fit little body. Her sexy husky voice was music to my ears and she was smart and such fun to be around. I took great pleasure from her company and thought of hardly anything else. I resolved that when either she or I said goodbye this night, I would ask her out! Jamie's little 'lovebirds' jibe, and the fact that Angie had laughed at it along with me, spurred me on. I kept looking over at her while I was preparing the samples. Angie looked extremely busy with her own work and I was too busy to bother her for a while. I finished the number of samples I had planned to get finished that night by half past eight and decided that I wouldn't gain that much by staying till nine, and so I packed up for the night. I tidied up the bench, and then, as I hung my lab coat on a hook near the door, I looked over at Angie working at her bench. She still looked like she was hard at work, sitting on a stool and reading a paper or something. The lab was mostly silent except for some music emitting quietly from the speakers of a big old grey radio, like a ghetto blaster from the 1980s, that sat by the window. Most people who used the lab would turn the radio on and it was responsibility of the last person to leave the laboratory to turn it off. I decided I was going to ask her out right now. My heart started to beat a little faster in anticipation. I hadn't really thought this through. I decided the best way to give myself the best opportunity for success would be to break the tension with a final practical joke for the night, and then, when she and I were laughing, I would just ask her to have dinner with me on Friday night. Yeah, that's a good enough plan, I thought! I decided to tip toe across the room and scare her again. She was not near her experiment that was set up on a side bench, so I knew there was no danger of her breaking anything when I scared the living daylights out of her. In my mind's eye I imagined this would end up with us both laughing hysterically. Even though the last time I played this prank on her it had escalated, with her next prank on me not being so funny, I hoped this time we would escalate into a relationship! And why shouldn't we? I was sure she wanted that too. I was making my way ever so silently across the room. I noticed, with some irony, that Coldplay's 'The Scientist' played quietly from the ancient ghetto blaster, and there was a humming noise of an extractor fan that occasionally seemed to go on and off on its own accord. I crept closer and closer. Angie slightly shifted on her stool and I thought that the game was up and that she was going to turn around. But she still sat hunched over, reading a paper. My own heart raced as I drew closer to the moment I scared her and then would ask her out! I thought about it more and the idea of scaring her sounded silly but I was committed. I was right behind her now and about to shout 'BOO', but with reflexes that a ninja would be proud of Angie spun around on her stool in an instant and she squirted a pipette full of a tissue dye solution right in the crotch of my jeans! She looked up at me innocently and said in a stern voice, "Sorry, that wouldn't have happened if you had been wearing your lab coat in the laboratory." I stared down in disbelief at the inky stain that was spreading in the front of my jeans and then stared at her. For a second or two she held my gaze with a very serious look on her face, which then broke into grin and then finally laughter. "You shoulda seen your face just now!" she blurted and laughed. "You're going to pay for that Angie Macleod!" I was laughing at her now but I made a half hearted effort to grab hold of her. She dodged me and jumped off her stool. I chased her to the edge of the lab and she was cornered with nowhere to go. She stared at me grinning and giggling. "What are you going to do eh? How are you going to make me pay?" she taunted. I managed to get hold of Angie and I started to tickle her fiercely through her lab coat as she squirmed to get out of my grip, laughing hard the whole time. She squirmed and turned away from me and then back around to face me again, laughing the whole time she was begging for me to stop tickling her. I was bent over her and still tickling her when I realised we were face to face with each other. I stopped tickling Angie and she stopped squirming. We looked into each other's eyes for perhaps two or three seconds, and I noted that her gorgeous blue eyes were not the normal smiling, happy or mischievous eyes that I was used to seeing from Angie, but they were wild and feral with excitement and hungry with lust! With total surprise and once again showing the skills of a ninja, Angie launched her face at mine, her lips crashing into my lips as we locked our mouths together in a hungry kiss! Now a laboratory is not a place to run or wrestle. A laboratory is also a place for appropriate behaviour and clothing. Within a short period of time Angie and I ended up breaking almost all of the laboratory rules as we threw all caution to the wind and began to strip each other of our safety barriers that protected us from the dangers of the lab and from each other! We were so hot for one another, the tension that had been building between us for three months breaking like a thunder clap, and we didn't even get all the way undressed. She fumbled at my belt and I managed to remove her lab coat and then pulled her jeans off as we kissed each other desperately, as if trying to eat one another other! She opened the front of my jeans and I let them drop around my ankles, pushed my briefs down, then lifted her up and propped her bare bum up on the bench behind her, near the window by the old radio. The window had no curtains or blinds and it was dark outside and very bright inside, but we were two stories up. I didn't care if people could see in either. I pulled Angie back towards the edge of the bench and stopped our kissing long enough to make sure she was totally okay with what we were about to do. I looked into her eyes. "I want you so much." I said. "You have no idea how much I want this with you!" Angie's voice seemed to be huskier than usual as she stared at me with her lustful eyes. At that moment we were like two wild animals that had an itch that needed urgent scratching! I had a raging hard on and there was only one thing to do with it now. I kissed Angie hard again, our tongues violently wrestling with one another in our mouths. The bench was quite high, but I am reasonably tall and I pushed my cock up to Angie's pubic region. She was still wearing her blouse and I still had my shirt on and as we kissed each other with wild abandon, Angie and I pushed our naked parts together. I felt the head of my engorged shaft contact her soft pubes and then the sensational feeling as I was sliding into the entrance of her vagina. She was already dripping wet and I kept pushing hard and deep inside this most beautiful of all women with whom I had fallen for the very moment I had laid eyes on her! This was not a gentle love making though, this was wild hot passionate sex like I had never had before! I pushed into Angie harder and harder, holding her around her bum so I could pull her in close with each thrust. She had her arms and legs wrapped around me and pulled me into her equally as hard. Some glassware further up the bench began to rattle with the tremors we were causing but we didn't care. We kissed each other aggressively. Our passion was primal, with all that built up sexual frustration concentrated to where our lips and tongue were locked in a fanatical embrace, our arms and hands pulling on each other's bodies as my cock rammed up and down within Angie, our bodies burning with sensational pleasure! Now I would like to say I lasted a very long time and gave Angie the most mind blowing multiple orgasms that any girl who has ever walked this Earth has ever experienced. But the truth is, I was 23, I had not had sex in eight or nine months, and I was hornier than a raging rhinoceros while I was having the most amazing and unexpected sex with the most beautiful girl I had ever seen! I felt pressure building up uncontrollably fast. Our lips disengaged and Angie started moaning with great pleasure. I kissed her neck hard and we both tried to thrust harder. After a short time her moans became a higher keening noise with each outlet of breath. I kept pushing myself deeper, as if trying to thrust my whole body, penis first, up inside of her body, melting us into one! The pressure built to breaking point and as I reached the point of no return, I pushed my cock as hard into Angie's vagina as I possibly could, pulling her onto me with my arms. My body tingled with the most amazing orgasmic surge, my powerful orgasm ripping through me, blowing out the end of my cock and exploding deep within her! She felt me coming and she kissed me hard on the mouth, while my cock still pulsated, pumping my load into her. I tried to keep going, thinking I could make Angie cum too, but my orgasm had turned my legs to jelly and I had lost the rhythm. Angie sensed that I was unlikely to be able to go hard any longer and her kisses became more gentle and tender. We stayed like that, with Angie propped on the bench and me inside her, gently kissing while we came down from the summit of our passion. We were both reasonably fit young people but we were both puffing hard and it took several minutes to get our breaths back. Biochemistry - New Love in the Lab "I'm sorry I went before you got to," was the first thing I said. "Don't be sorry," she said as she smiled. "That was the most incredible experience I have ever had! You're amazing!" She kissed me passionately for a couple of seconds and released me again. "Wow, same here. That was unbelievable! You are unbelievable!" I was starting to go soft and so I decided it was time to pull out. "I am going to pull out now, okay?" "Okay," she nodded her consent, her eyes still wide. I looked down to where we were joined as one, my black curly pubic hair contrasting against her trimmed ginger pubes, both matted in sticky sweat. We both watched as I pulled my now semi-hard length gently from body, her and my sex juices trailing from the head of my penis to the lips of her vagina in a long sticky cable that still connected us, until it broke and fell to the floor. She hopped down off the bench, our love fluids still dripping down between her legs. "Can you get me a tissue please?" she asked. "Sure." I stepped out of my jeans that were still at my ankles and I walked naked from the waist down across the lab to the tissue boxes, wondering what would happen if someone happened to open the door just now. I pulled some tissues from the box and wiped them over my sticky member and then pulled out some more for Angie. "I guess we should have used some protection there," I said as I returned to her, handing her the tissues. We had broken another rule that night in the lab because we didn't use a condom. "Yeah it did cross my mind briefly but I just couldn't stop. I'll have to get a morning after pill tomorrow." "Yeah okay," was all I could think to say. I was surprised to find myself thinking that even if she did get pregnant I would not be upset at all. This was in contrast to how I had worried about getting the handful of my previous lovers pregnant, including Harriet, with whom I had been in a serious relationship with for three years! Yet, after knowing Angie for just three months, the thought of her falling pregnant to me was not something that worried me at all! Then I realised, I hadn't even asked her out yet! "Hey Angie," I said, watching her as she pulled her own jeans back up. "Yes?" "I would like you to come home with me tonight." It wasn't the most ideal thing to say but it was the best I could come up with at that time. I didn't want to be apart from her. "I was wondering if we were going to go to my place or yours," she grinned. "But your place is fine." "Sweet. Do you have to finish some more work? I can wait for you." "No, I actually finished up ten minutes before you did. I was just waiting for you to finish," she confessed. "Oh. So you planned your attack all along then?" I grinned at her. "Well I didn't plan this part. That just sort of happened. But I was going to wait for you." She paused and opened her mouth and I thought she was going to say more, but she didn't. "What, waiting for me with a loaded pipette?" I grinned. "A girl never knows when she might need to fend off unwanted attackers at work on these late nights," she said, grinning back at me. "Anyway, you just squirted me back!" "Touché," I laughed. "Though I think you wanted my attack! Anyway, to be honest, I was planning on asking you if you wanted to do something with me this weekend. Like just the two of us. Perhaps dinner on Friday?" My confession coming easily now. "SO you were going to ask me out then?" she smiled a cheeky smile at me. "About time then!" I laughed. "Yep, I was going to ask you out. So would you have dinner with me on Friday night? Just the two of us?" "Yes, I would like that. A lot." She replied, smiling a warm smile this time. "So," I said as I picked up our pile of sticky tissues and wiped the small goopy puddle of our juice off the floor. "Do you reckon these should go into biohazard waste?" The biohazard waste was sent to a blast furnace for incineration. "Oh, most definitely!" ~~~~0000~~~~ We turned off the radio, closed up the laboratory and walked down the hall hand in hand. We passed a security guard who was patrolling the building and we both giggled at the idea that, if he had been checking the lab about ten minutes earlier, he would have been treated to the show of a life time! I left my bicycle in the office and we caught the last bus back to my place, kissing like teenagers at the back of the bus for the entire fifteen minute journey. "Is your house mate home?" she asked. "Jess is out at her boyfriend's on Wednesdays so we have the place to ourselves. Would you like something, food or a drink?" I asked, wondering if I should just take her there and now, the moment we entered my empty unit. "I just want you!" she said, and then she wrapped her arms around my neck, reached up and kissed me passionately. I held her tightly. We made it to the bedroom, kissing franticly until we briefly unlocked lips and toppled side on to the bed. We lay there for a little while with our feet dangling over the edge of the bed and we just stared into one another's eyes. "I wanted to ask you out from the moment I first saw you that day in the meeting room," I confessed. "I have wanted you to ask me since that night back when we chatted in the pub! I think it was the moment you called me a cockroach," she said cheekily. "What took us so long?" "I worried that you might say 'no' I guess. Silly but true." "Yes, you are silly," she giggled. I moved closer and kissed her, more gently this time. We spent some time on the bed kissing like that, just caressing each other, letting our hands explore the new terrain. I slipped my hand up her blouse and gently ran my hand over her belly, feeling the ripples of muscular abdominals. "You work out don't you?" I asked. "I did gymnastics and some athletics all through my childhood. I still jog and go to yoga." My hand cupped her left breast through her bra. Her breasts were just a little more than a handful, not big, but not small either, and they felt wonderfully firm. "Yummy, I like that," she purred as her hands caressed my own six-pack stomach. I had played sport through my own childhood and still kept fit as I could. I kissed her gently on the lips, the tips of our tongues greeting one another with a deft touch. I caressed my hands gently down her hard body as I took my hands from under her blouse and then began to unbutton it. Angie's hands started to unbutton my own shirt and in no time both our tops were off. I kissed down her chest, noting the tiny light orange freckles that covered her otherwise creamy white skin. She raised herself slightly off the bed as I reached around and unclipped her bra with one hand, rather expertly I thought. I removed her bra and her breasts were exposed to me for the first time. They were beautiful, perfect teardrop shapes, with large pink areolas that had hard little nipples in the centre. I caressed the skin of her left breast with my lips, gently kissing her all the way down to her nipple. I sucked gently on her nipple, fondling it with my tongue. "Oh I do like that," she gasped. I spent more time on Angie's left nipple as my left hand gently fondled her right breast. I felt her chest rise and fall with every breath, which became deeper the longer my mouth lingered on her. I gently sucked upwards and she gasped again. I moved on from her nipple and kissed down under her left breast and onto her toned stomach. Sucking the skin harder than I did with her nipples, I made my way down towards her belly button. Gently, I inserted my tongue into the neat little hole in the centre of Angie's belly and she sighed with pleasure. Her hands were stroking my hair and the back of my neck as I moved further down her belly towards the top of her jeans. I raised my head to see what I was doing as I unbuckled her belt and pulled her jeans down. She still had her shoes and socks on and I removed these one by one and tossing the on the floor beside my bed. Her jeans promptly followed. Her panties were black with a lacy hem and I returned to remove these two. Very soon the most beautiful girl I had ever seen was on the bed in front of me in all her naked glory! "You are the most incredibly beautiful girl I have ever seen!" I told her with a smile. "Shhh, you will give me a big head!" she giggled. "You are giving me a big head!" I thrust my pelvis out, a bulge obvious in the front of my own ink stained jeans. "Why don't you show me then?" I kicked off my own shoes and socks into the growing pile of clothes and then removed my jeans and undies. I placed my watch onto the bed side table and then stood fully naked in front of this gorgeous creature. "Wow, I love your body!" she said, admiring me with her gorgeous blue eyes. "I love yours and I want to share myself with you, again and again and again!" "Well what are you waiting for?" she encouraged me. "I think I owe you something first though." "Oh, what might that be?" I gently brought my face up to her pelvic region and started to kiss her gently around the outskirts of her pubic mound. Her soft ginger hairs were trimmed neatly around her moistened slit. I kissed in closer and let my tongue explore up and down her labial lips. Angie sighed as she raised her pelvis up ever so slightly to my touch. I let my tongue slip between the folds of skin, licking gently up and down. I knew I was tasting a mixture of her and my juices from our earlier coupling, but they were our juices. She tasted mildly salty, not too strong, and I let my tongue explore deeper as she sighed softly. Taking great care, I licked up the insides of her labial folds and flattened my tongue over her extended clitoris. Angie writhed as I kissed and sucked, while gently massaging her hard clit with my tongue. I held my hands up near her waist, feeling the way she moved to my touch and I listened to the way she sighed and moaned, reading her pleasure and adjusting my own movements accordingly. It was an amazing pleasure to give her such pleasure and I wanted to give Angie the greatest possible pleasure anyone could ever give anyone! Her moans got louder and her sighs longer as I increased the tempo and pressure of my licking and sucking. She was soaking wet down there now, like a floodgate had opened, and she tasted wonderful as I pleasured her to the point of climax! Angie came, pulsating and writhing, sighing and moaning. I kept up the tempo as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed through her body and then, when Angie started to relax, I gently finished up by kissing her wet vaginal cavity and then lay alongside her, taking her into my arms. I kissed her and she kissed me back. "That was something else!" was all she said, her voice particularly deep and husky now. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." We cuddled and kissed for an age. I had been super hard throughout my pleasure giving, my cock feeling like it was going to burst out of its own skin, but for the moment I didn't make a move on her again. If she had not wanted anymore sex that night I would have not cared. I was just very happy that I was now holding Angie in my arms. But neither of us was finished with one another. Our kisses became passionate again and I lay on my back, dragging Angie onto me. She straddled me and began to wriggle backwards, reaching down and taking hold of the head of my engorged penis and guiding it into her dripping vagina as she lowered herself down on to me. I caressed up her outer thighs as I brought my hands to her waist and started slowly pushing up and down, in and out of her, my length feeling her all the way. We looked into each other's eyes and we smiled at one another. "That feels so nice," she purred as she rocked up and down. I smiled and gently increased the tempo of our rhythmic pumping. Her legs were bent under her at my sides and she used them for extra suspension, and the mattress springs made faint squeaking noises as they took the combined weight of our thrusts. Again my senses were hyper alert to the subtle changes in her movements and the sounds she was making, and I was slowing and then increase accordingly, with minute adjustments that made her experience that much more pleasurable. Her moans became louder and I pushed myself deeper into her, grinding our two bodies together as hard as we could. "Oh my," Angie gasped as I pushed my length up into her, touching her in the most incredible and intimate way. As we increased our tempo her perfect teardrop shaped breasts started to bounce harder and faster in rhythm with our galloping bodies. It was a mesmerising sight and I broke eye contact for the first time to watch these two beautiful breasts bouncing around and around! She smiled and bent over to kiss me hard on the mouth and as she leant forward I brought my legs up so I would not fall out of her, bending them at the knees behind her and keeping my feet on the bed. I was now able to use my legs as greater leverage and push my bum and lower back higher in the air off the bed, slamming my hard rod up and down inside her like a piston. Angie broke her kiss and sat back up, pushing back down onto me with increasing pressure and she moaned with increasing pleasure. I kept my left hand on her hip and moved my right hand around to the small of her back, to gain better control of our movements. "You are so gooood! Oh gee this is so good!" she said between breaths, which were getting faster and faster now. "Oh Angie!" was about all I could say as I breathed deep and concentrated on giving her the greatest pleasure that I possibly could. We rose and fell harder and faster, her breasts bounding up and down in front of my face and her smile beginning to change into something between a grin and a grimace. But I could tell her pleasure was increasing with every thrust and I knew I could take her to the top and beyond! "Oh God, you keep hitting THAT spot, don't stop, go hard, oh YES!" she cried! We bucked up and down, our nether regions grinding hard on each other, burning with the most pleasurable sensation as we melted together! I felt the pressure rising within me again, but I knew Angie was close and that I would hold on this time. Her face contorted as her eyes began to screw up while her mouth opened wide and she let go with a deep moan unlike any noise I had ever heard from a girl before! Angie's eyes flickered open and shut and I felt her cum hard, the waves of pleasure taking over all her other sensations! I kept thumping as my own pleasure reached the point of no return, my muscles contracting hard with a tingling sensation that spread like wildfire through my body, blowing hard and deep into her, again and again! I gave another hard thrust and just when I thought Angie's own orgasm was done, her head dipped down towards me as she let out another orgasmic moan, this one slightly softer than her first. "Oh wow!" she cried as the second orgasm over took her body. We had burst through the top but now we slowly started to lose momentum, her face red with exertion but metamorphosing back into its fine beauty. With our breathing ragged she collapsed forward and she laid her head against my rising and falling chest. Some of her soft curls fell across my face and I leaned my head forward and kissed the top of her head. I kept my legs bent up behind Angie, leaving myself inside her as I cradled her in my arms. We lay like that for some time, neither of us saying a word, just enjoying each other's embrace in the afterglow of our passion. After some time I kissed the top of her head again and she raised her face to mine and kissed me with great tenderness. Then she spoke. "That was out of this world." I could tell she meant it too. "You are out of this world." I smiled at her and she smiled back. I was getting soft and she was getting a little uncomfortable, so we disengaged our genitals and lay on our sides together, cuddling each other. "I want you to know something," she finally spoke. "What's that?" I asked softly. "That has never happened to me before," was all she said. "What, a multiple orgasm?" "Just any orgasm during sex." "You mean you haven't cum through sex before?" I asked. "No. Never." "Wow." "That was the first time. That's why earlier in the lab I didn't think it so unusual that you came quickly." "Well I haven't had sex in a long time until tonight," I caught myself trying to excuse myself for my earlier effort. "No, that was the most amazing sex I ever had. Well, was until just now!" I smiled and then kissed her sweetly. "Both times with you were the most amazing sex I have ever had." And I meant it! "I have never met someone as caring as you," she said, giving my ego a healthy boost. "In my experience guys just want to please themselves." "How many guys are you talking about?" My curiosity got the better of me. "Well, only two actually." For a second I felt a pang of jealousy over her previous partners, but then snapped out of it. She was 22 years old after all, so of course she has had others, and I had had four previous lovers myself. "I thought red heads were all rampant sex maniacs!" I joked. "Oh we are. Some of us just need to find the right bloke!" she grinned at me. "Anyway, you are not a typical male. That reminds me of a joke." She giggled and I grinned at her. "Do I remind you of a joke?" I laughed. "No, you are silly but not like this joke. A typical Aussie bloke asks his mate, How do you make a woman cum? His mate answers, Who cares!" She laughed at her joke and then said. "I am glad you aren't like that." We lay in each other's arms and as I gently caressed her body, we fell asleep like that. ~~~~0000~~~~ Sometime in the night Angie had rolled over and I spooned her. The next morning I was woken by a shaft of sunlight that shone through a gap in the curtains onto my face, and as I opened my eyes the sunlight lit up Angie's red curls with a fiery glow. I shifted a little to get some feeling back in my arm and she stirred, then she turned to face me with a smile. "I had the most AMAZING dream last night!" she said her sexy husky morning voice. "Oh yeah? Did it involve great sex?" "Yes, I dreamt I had the best lover on this planet and we made the most amazing love in the laboratory!" "Oh really? Did you do it anywhere else?" "I went home with him and woke up in his arms." She smiled and we kissed. Our kiss got harder and so did my morning erection. I let my hand wander down Angie's body and gently stroked her vagina until she was moist. I climbed on top and entered her and we made love. Not like the vigorous love of the previous night, we just gently shared our bodies with each other for half an hour or so. We arrived at work late, stopping at a chemist on the way to get a morning after pill. Few people at work noticed my tardiness. Angie went to her office and I went to mine. I caught up with some paper work that I had been neglecting, but my mind was elsewhere. "Left your bike here last night eh mate?" Benno said as he walked through the door. "Yeah, seems I did," I replied with a slight grin. Benno looked at me funny, wondering what the hell I was on about. He didn't put two and two together and I decided there was no need to broadcast why I had not ridden my bike home the night before. But Angie must have mentioned something to someone, probably to Jamie, and word travelled fast in our little circle. Later I headed to the lab to catch up with Blake and as soon as he saw me he joked that, "I leave you alone in the lab for just five seconds and look what happens!" He never found out Angie and I had had sex in the lab though, but he did tell me he knew it was only going to be a matter of time before she and I would get together. No one else seemed surprised either and all of our mutual friends said they had seen this coming. They just couldn't believe it had taken both of us so long to figure this out for ourselves! Some of them had already assumed Angie and I were already seeing each other anyway! I think she and I had both figured it out long before we made it happen though, and we were just waiting for the right moment.