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Chemistry

By: hrshie40



My plan was working. I had been watching you for weeks and I knew your every move. I knew when you woke up and when you went to bed at night. I was sure you were totally unaware of my moves, but today everything would change. Today we would meet.

Your short skirts and tight tops had raised my pulse from the first time I saw you across the student lobby. The miniature cameras that I had purchased years before, I put to good use taking pictures of you in everyday life. With my binoculars, I had managed to grab glimpses of your nude body through your bedroom window. Many a nights I had gone to sleep with my hand wrapped tightly around my cock and my mind working on what I would do to you when we finally met. Tonight was the night.

I packed the backpack with all the toys and tools I would need. I double checked the contents and shouldered the pack and walked out of my room. 

Walking across campus I looked like any one of the many professors at the school. Wonder what the students would think if they knew what the backpack contained. I smiled as I thought of what was going to happen tonight. I laughed with joy. My cock began to stiffen and I had to keep my mind from wandering. I sat down for just a second to gain my breath. How marvelous tonight was going to be.

It was an average Texas summer day. The temperature had surpassed 100 degrees before noon. You had chosen a sheer black bra, T-shirt and very tight shorts for the day. It had been an average day for you. Classes, studying and more classes. As was your habit you preferred to avoid the hustle and bustle of the student union or the library. You preferred to study alone in one upper rooms in the chemistry buildings. No one ever bothered you there. There was peace and quiet. That would change.

Early in the day I had covered the windows to your usual room with notices of things that would be happening on campus. These looked like normal postings, but if anyone went to one of these gatherings they would find an empty parking lot. However, the posting did what I needed. From outside the room no one could see what was going on inside the room.

The chemistry building was one of the older buildings on campus. Its solid construction would guarantee no one heard any screams of passion or otherwise. Unlike the newer building, there were locks on every classroom door. These would be used in one special room tonight.

Usually you finished your last class had a bit to eat and then headed to your studying room. You did the same today. Through the weeks of studying you I knew your schedule. I watched as you left your last class and started out to get some chow. My cock twitched as I headed towards the chemistry building. I would be in the room before you arrived.

Your room was a lab with lab tables, tonight I would do experiments that had very little to do with chemistry. I opened the door and turned on the lights. I tied straps to one of the lab tables. Later tonight your wrist would be tied tightly to these straps. My cock continued to harden my mind raced.

From my backpack I brought out the toys. Nipple clamps, we would see just how long and hard your nipples could become. Finger vibrators, your pussy would scream for release. But plugs, had you ever been penetrated before. Dildos, you would be tasting your juices tonight. All of these I laid on the table. The handcuffs and mask I kept in my hands. I walked to the door and turned off he lights. The waiting time had begun.

After a short snack, you packed you bag and headed towards the chemistry building. As you walked up the steps and towards the door you had no idea of the joy you would be experiencing tonight. You would be studying hard tonight, but not the subjects you thought. You paused at the door and read the fake announcements. Inside the room I saw the outline of your body. My cock stretched against my jeans. I could hardly wait. 

You open the door and reach for the light. I grab you from behind before the light is on. I shove a mouth plug in you mouth and pull your back pack down. Your struggle as I put the handcuffs on but the straps of your backpack keep you from struggling to hard. Can you feel my hand over your mouth. Can you feel the plastic in you mouth keeping you from screaming. Can you feel the cuffs on the wrist.

I drag you to the table. The straps I had previously tied to the table are now tied to your ankles. Can you feel these straps. I lift you up on the table. You are now sprawled spread eagle on the table with your legs and arms tied tightly. Can you feel the table against you back. I cover your eyes with a mask. Do you feel helpless. Are you wondering what will happen.

My hands touch your forehead. Can you feel my fingers. My fingers trace you face, your neck, down your side, across your nipples, down your stomach, over your shorts, they tickle your inner thigh. How are you feeling. As much as you don't want to you body starts to respond to my touch.

I reach under your T-shirt and start to pull it up. Slowly ever so slowly your bra starts to show. Your nipples can be seen through the sheer material. My cock jerks but I will be patient. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do. Can you feel your T-shirt being removed. Can you sense the hardness of my cock.

Your T-shirt is now above your head.  I turn the finger vibrator on. Can you hear the hum. I use the vibrato to trace the outline of your nipple through your bra. Can you feel your nipple harding. First your right then your left. Back and forth goes the vibrator You start to squirm. Can you fell your temperature rising.

Finally my hands reach behind you and unhook your bra. Can you feel me against you. Can you feel my fingers unhooking the bra. Can your feel the bra being pulled from your body. Can you feel the cool air against you exposed breast Can you feel the vibrator against you right nipple my hand on your left breast.

My hand reaches over and grabs the nipple clamps.  Can you feel the clamps as I squeeze them on your left nipple. Can you fell my tongue as it licks you right nipple. Now both nipples have clamps on them The harden as the clamps begin to vibrate. Can you feel your nipples getting harder and harder. My hands reach down and with one quick yank remove your shorts and panties. Can you feel your naked body against the cold table. You gasp as my fingers are roughly inserted in your pussy. The finger vibrator is tickling your g spot. Can you feel your wetness. 

Slowly I remove on clamp. Can you feel my teeth as I nibble on your nipple. Your nipples are very hard. Your body temperature is rising quickly. Can you feel my fingers pounding your pussy.  Can you feel the strap on your legs and arms. Can you feel the mask on you face.

Can you hear as I slowly talk my clothes off. Can you hear my clothes hitting the floor. Can you feel your body temperature getting hotter. Can you you feel the butt plug as I shove it in your ass. Can you hear me jacking off. Can you feel my warm cum as it drips on your very hard nipples. 

I raise your head and push your tit in your mouth. You lick my cum off your nipple.

The dildo is out. Can you fell it pounding your pussy. Harder , deeper faster. I shove it in. Fast and hard. Your very wet. Your body is responding to my every touch. Your mind is screaming for release. I feel your wetness.  My cock stiffens as I look at your naked body.

I take the but plug out. The dildo is pounding your pussy as my cock enters your ass. Can you feel my stiffness. The dildo and cock. larger, harder faster deeper, hotter. IN. OUT, IN OUT. Both your holes are crying for relieve. HARDER, FASTER, DEEPER, HOTTER HOTTER. SCREAMING for release. My cock jerks, My sperm is cumming. UP the shaft. 

Your pussy juices are dripping o the dildo. I cum in your ass. I SCREAM.

I take the dildo. Can you taste your pussy juices as I push the dildo do mouth. Slowly. then faster and harder. Your mouth fucking a dildo. Can you taste your own cumm.  

Slowly I pack the toys away. I take your panties as a memory of this night. All the toys are packed. I slowly untie you. You are to tired to move or scream as I walk out the door. 

You know this was rape but somehow you hope I will be there for your next study session.

Chemistry 101



Chemistry 101 

A kind of hush fell over him and he jokingly said to Rebecca, “Hey, what’d you put in that drink?” Flopping back onto the couch, he felt dizzy and the room began to bend in odd configurations. He looked back at her and saw a satisfied smile spill across her face.

Closing his eyes, George pondered what brought him here to her house. He told his friends it was a pity date, although Rebecca was a friend, she certainly wasn’t someone he’d ever consider dating. She wasn’t pretty, pockmarks covered her face from a continuing case of acne and her greasy hair seemed to ooze over her large shoulders. Her breasts were incredibly large; unfortunately, they were proportionate with the rest of her body. George never knew if she had any real curves because of the clothes she wore, colorless curtains that simply draped off her breasts, hanging to her ankles.

Ugly though she was, she was always nice, going out of her way to be friendly to anyone who would even acknowledge her existence. George had talked with her, asking for some help on some homework and she happily tutored him. Over the next few months he learned exactly how smart this big girl was, as she actually did a better job explaining calculus and chemistry to him than his professors did.

Sure his friends teased him, but his grades were steadily improving, so he forced himself to survive. He did take precautions, electing to meet her whenever they got together so he wouldn’t be seen walking with her. Even for tonight’s “date,” they met at the restaurant and by the time they headed back to her place to review some chemistry it was dark.

George had stumbled into tonight’s “date” after pulling an “A” on his chemistry final he elatedly exclaimed, “This is so great, I’m going to buy you dinner.”

“Dinner?” she replied.

“Yeah, dinner.”

“You mean like a date?” she asked hopefully.

“Ah… ugh. Hmmm... well, yeah like a date,” he replied, but noticing a strange look roll over her, he continued, “Of course, it’s not really a date. I mean, ah... just friends, we are just friends.”

She nodded, her face contorted as if slapped. She had been slapped, slapped in the worst way: with reality. Suddenly reminded, once again, she was an “untouchable” who could be used at will and then simply ignored or discarded. “Of course,” she replied.

“Okay great, what say I meet you at Sascha’s Grille?”

An odd look suddenly flowed over her face, “Yes, I’ll meet you there and then afterwards we can go back to my apartment to review your test.”

“I got an A, why would we need to review my test?”

“Because, this is just the first semester, you still have another semester to go. You can’t just forget everything you learned for the test. I’ll go over what you’ll need to be sure and remember.”

“Okay, you’re the boss,” he replied.

“Yes,” she said with a satisfied smile. Under her breath she continued, “I will be the boss.”

“What was that?” he asked.

“I said, ‘Don’t get lost,’” she replied, as he turned and headed off.

“Say about seven?” he shouted, turning and walking backward.

“Seven it is,” she had replied.

Dinner had gone as well as George could have hoped. He did feel the prurient stares of the other diners as they all asked themselves, “What was he doing with her?” The waiter seemed exceedingly rude, but he didn’t say anything. After dinner they snuck back to her apartment, where she served him some lemonade. It was a bit bitter, but he drank it as she got some books and things together.

Now George found himself leaning back on the couch, feeling an odd mixture of exuberance and dizziness splash over him. He spread his arms out on the couch as if trying to catch his balance.

“Are you okay?” Rebecca asked.

“Just a bit dizzy,” he replied.

She moved toward him, looking closely at his face, “Hmmm, yes it seems to be working.” She took one of his hands and guided it to her breast. Feeling his hand begin to knead the massive roll of flesh, she knew it was working.

Moving his hand from her breast, she got up and walked out of the room, returning with three other very large women. George recognized one, Janine, a woman with an attractive face and very pretty auburn hair. Had she not weighed over 300 pounds, George might have given her a second look passing her on the street.

“George, I want you to meet three friends of mine: Janine, Andrice and Erin.” Each woman nodded as Rebecca said her name. “Actually, I want you to get to know each of these women very well,” she said.

Holding his head, George watched the three behemoths begin to undress as Rebecca came over to him and pulled off his shirt. A strange feeling soaked him, as he wanted to rush away, but only helped Rebecca remove his clothes. He suddenly found himself naked as the largest of the large women slumped onto the couch next to him.

He felt himself roll his hand over the giant mound of Andrice’s stomach to grasp a huge breast. His fingers sank into the soft flesh as he moved his mouth to her huge nipple. Sucking the nipple, he looked down, noticing the dark aureole was almost as large as his face. His erect cock brushed against her thigh and tried to move himself between her legs, but she grabbed his shoulders whispering, “No, we’ll save that for Rebecca.”

She guided his head between her legs, reaching one of her hands to pull her stomach up to give him access to her pussy. Wanting to run away, he could only move his face onto her vast lips and dip his tongue into her virgin pussy. She immediately began moaning as he lapped the soft wet folds and pulled his head hard against her. He felt her pump her hips rhythmically, but he pulled back, gasping for breath.

Realizing he could drown in her overwhelming pussy, he moved his mouth to her large clit and began sliding his fingers into her. His tongue circled on clit as his fingers explored her opening. Even though she was enormous, he felt the tight band of tissue along the top of her opening. He gingerly worked around it, concentrating any pressure along the sides and bottom walls of her cunt.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and felt her tremble as she approached climax. Taking a deep breath, he intensified his efforts, preparing himself. Knowing that, as large as Andrice was, her orgasm would be like an earthquake, so he closed his eyes and worked away. She moved, pumping her hips and nearly knocking him to the floor, but her hands quickly clamped his shoulders as she ground her pussy over his face.

Finally, she calmed and George could turn his head and take another deep breath. She pulled him back and he felt her soft, wet flesh melt over his face. After another long wait, Andrice released him so he could sit up.

His face felt sticky Andrice’s drying juices, but before he could ask for a towel, Erin took his hands and drew him over to the chair where she had watched his performance with Andrice. Erin was much smaller than Andrice, with actually some appealing curves to her large body. Running his hands over her soft skin, George realized he was going to enjoy Erin.

(Continued in Chemistry 102) 



Chemistry 101



It was my second semester in college. I had made new friends and had become rather popular. I was living in a dorm in a large private university. Being away from home was the best experience so far in my life. The only bad thing was that I was failing chemistry. I didn't want to tell my parents because they would kill me having paid almost $20,000 for my first year's tuition of college.

I asked my roommate Jennifer if she knew anything about chemistry. She said "No... and thank God I don't need to take it for my major."

A friend of mine Sarah told me about a guy named Todd who tutored students in chemistry. She gave me Todd's phone number. So I called Todd that same night. Todd agreed to come to my dorm room that night to tutor me in chemistry.

Later that night I heard a faint knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I asked

"Todd" the voice replied.

So I opened the door. He wore a pocket protector. He was kinda nerdy looking but I needed his help.

Todd was really good in tutoring chemistry. In one night, I learned more about chemistry than I had learned in my four weeks of chemistry so far.

Todd came to my room every Thursday and Friday night to tutor me in chemistry. We had fun studying. I even enjoyed listening to his corny jokes. Believe it or not he became cute to me in a nerdy sort of way.

One Thursday night just before my mid term, I kept catching Todd looking at my breast. Then I noticed a bulge in his pants. I reached over and gave Todd a big kiss. "Thanks Todd for tutoring me." He just sat there and smiled. I didn't think he knew what to do. So I played with his bulge in his pants. He stared at my breast as I kept stroking his cock from outside his pants.

I undid his belt and slid down his pants and underwear. His pants dropped to floor as he stepped out of them.

And I couldn't believe it... He had the biggest cock I have ever seen!!! I thought to myself, how bad I wanted that big cock.

I took off all my clothing revealing my naked body to him. I straddled him in the chair and tried to sit on his big hard cock with my wet pussy, but it was too big to get in. Todd started to grind his hips and he slowly eased his big cock into my pussy. He grabbed onto my ass as he began to fuck me fast and deep. I couldn't help but make noises because he was so big. He tried to shut me up by making out with me and occasionally putting his hand on my mouth. He moved faster and faster. The feeling was so intense I leaned back so I could get the full impact of his manhood deep inside me.

He fucked me until my pussy was swollen and sore. It hurt but at the same time it felt good. I had multiple orgasms on his big cock over and over again until I just lost count. I told him to tell me when he was ready to cum.

Todd took my bare breast into his hands and grabbed onto them. He tugged on them real hard then he bit on my right nipple really hard. It kinda hurt but I loved how he made me feel. Todd stared into my eyes then rolled his eyes back and then closed them and said "I am ready to cum babe."

I grabbed his cock. I started sliding my mouth up and down his cock every now and then pulling it out to lick around his big head before putting it all the way in. He must have liked it because he shot his load right then. I felt that hot spray against the back of my throat!!

I sucked and sucked then licked his cum dry. I cleaned up the remaining cum by carefully licking his balls and cock until I had cleaned it completely.

I told Todd to not tell anyone about us having sex. And he agreed to not tell anyone.

Every now and again, Todd would continue to Tutor me in chemistry throughout that semester when I needed help. And I tutored Todd in another type of chemistry.

By the end of the semester I started dating a sophomore named David. Todd stopped visiting me when he found out about me dating David. I missed my private chemistry lessons but at the same time I really liked David.



Chemistry 101



Sarah moaned softly as she thrust the vibrating dildo in and out of her sopping cunt, using her other hand to tweak her nipples just hard enough to be a little bit painful. The humming of the motor was loud in the silence of her room, the buzzing against her swollen clit bringing her to ecstasy again and again as she fucked herself with her favorite toy. She hadn't been this horny in ages - maybe ever - and she couldn't believe the day that had led her to nearly an hour of nonstop masturbation. Trying to calm down a little so that her next orgasm would come more slowly, she relaxed and let her mind wander back to the events that had brought her to this point... 

*****

Sarah hurried down the empty hallway toward her first period class. Her heels clicked against the linoleum floors with every step, the height of her pumps preventing her from taking the longer strides she normally preferred. She clutched her textbook to her chest and once again cursed the driver who had decided to run a red light right in front of her, delaying her arrival with an accident whose only casualty (fortunately, she supposed) was her punctuality.

The shoulder bag she habitually carried bumped against her hip, hitching the navy, knee-length skirt she was wearing a little bit higher up her leg, threatening to reveal the lacy trim of her thigh-highs. She would have tugged it back down, but she utterly detested being late, and she didn't want to delay her arrival any further. Finally she reached the door to her AP chemistry classroom and tugged it open, slipping inside.

With cheeks doubly reddened by exertion and embarrassment, she scanned the room. Her usual seat was occupied by Peter Nelson, an insufferable teacher's pet who did everything he possibly could to prove that he was a genius and that she was inadequate. He graced her with a smirk from his newly acquired place. She sighed, realizing that her only option was a seat at the one lab table in the very back row, flanked by two members of the boys' soccer team whose presence in the class continued to bewilder her. Even now they were engaged in conversation rather than paying attention to the teacher.

"Sorry, Mr. Schneider," she said, handing him her tardy slip marked "excused" as she turned and walked briskly toward the back of the room.

Mr. Schneider murmured some sort of assent and resumed his explanation of the lesson, blanketing the board with orbital diagrams and complicated chemical equations.

Sarah slid onto her stool, smoothing her skirt underneath her as she perched the balls of her feet on the little bars on either side of the stool near the bottom. She dropped her shoulder bag to the floor beside her. Pulling a notebook and pencil out of the bag, she tucked her shoulder-length brown hair behind her ears, and tried to copy as much of what was covering the board as quickly as possible.

"Well, well, well, look at this, Rob. Sarah Martin was actually late to a class." The low, smooth baritone came from her right, drawing her attention away from the molecule she was replicating in her notes.

"That can't be right, Nate. The Sarah Martin I know hasn't been late to class since before we started high school." This rejoinder, offered in even deeper tones, floated over her left shoulder.

Sarah put the finishing touches on her last equation, noting that Mr. Schneider had paused in his explanation and was now engaging in a spirited debate with Peter about the accuracy of his diagramming. She decided she could safely ignore both of them and risked a glance from the corner of her eye to one side and then the other.

Robert Thompson and Nathan Powers had been best friends as long as she'd known either of them, which was nearly twelve years now. They had all attended Franklin Sanders Prep since first grade, and she had watched them grow from a pair of six-year-old troublemakers into a pair of bigger, eighteen-year-old troublemakers. They rarely did any work, so far as she knew, and they were constantly finding ways to get irritate their teachers and amuse their classmates. Still, everyone seemed to like them, including the faculty, and they were, of late, the utter darlings of the school for having led the varsity soccer team to a league championship against their biggest rival. And, of course, all the girls thought they were both ridiculously hot - including Sarah, although she would have died before admitting it out loud to anyone.

Rob was tall and somewhat lanky, with the unjustly good looks of a young man who has been blessed with the best features from both a beautiful Latina mother and a handsome English father. He had thick brown hair that was kept fairly short, a wide smile framed by dimples, and dark brown eyes that always seemed to be laughing. He was currently leaning on one elbow and doodling boxes around his diagram of sodium chloride.

On her other side, Nate was shading in triangles at the corners of his paper, leaning carelessly against the file cabinet that stood beside their table. His honey-blond hair curled around his ears and fell over his forehead, brushing long eyelashes that surrounded hazel eyes, which, she suddenly realized, were fixed firmly on her.

"Not only that, Rob, but she's not even paying attention to Schneider's ramblings. In fact," he paused, and leaned behind her to whisper conspiratorially, pressing the hard contours of his chest against her side, "I think she's checking us out."

Sarah inhaled sharply through her nose and immediately began balancing the reaction that had appeared on the board while she was pondering her tablemates, eyes focused on her notebook.

Rob shifted his weight so that he was now leaning on his right elbow, pressing his shoulder against hers to look over her paper. The cuff of his polo shirt scraped against her arm, and his hair brushed against her temple.

"I don't think so Nate," he remarked, "she's still keeping up with all these stupid redox reactions that Schneider's covering for the third time this week."

Sarah flushed, trying not to squirm underneath their touch. The pressure of their bodies against her was doing funny things to her stomach and giving her visions of other interesting ways they could sandwich her between them. She felt her panties start to dampen as her fantasy self bounced up and down on Rob's cock while Nate took her ass from behind. 

Good Lord. She mentally shook herself out of her daydream and decided she would ignore them, rather than trying to convince them that she hadn't been ogling them or fantasizing about them fucking her into oblivion.

Nate plopped his chin onto her right shoulder and boldly moved her right hand back from the calculation she was working out. His curls tickled her cheek.

"Nah, she's definitely off her game right now. She used the wrong constant to calculate delta H."

Sarah pulled her hand out of his grasp. "I most certainly did not!" she whispered fiercely.

"Shhh," Rob chided her, his breath warm against her ear, "Schneider'll hear you. And you totally did. You used the one for calories instead of the one for joules."

She froze. Was this really happening right now? Robert Thompson and Nathan Powers were critiquing her chemistry notes - she looked down - and they were right? Daydreaming about getting double-teamed by the two hottest guys in school was clearly clouding her mind.

Nate plucked the pencil out of her hand, erased the last two numbers she had written, and re-did the calculation. He circled his final answer with a flourish. "There," he said smugly. "That is what you should have gotten."

She narrowed her grey-blue eyes at him and held out her hand for the pencil. He handed it back to her with a slight nod of his head.

"So sorry for distracting you, Sarah," he mock-apologized with a smirk, "I know you would normally have done it perfectly." He dropped his hand to his lap but did not lean back from where his chest was flush against her upper arm.

Rob touched her left hand, which was still splayed over the corner of her notebook. She twitched, startled by the interruption.

"Relax, Sarah, we've basically had the same lesson every day this week. It's not like you're missing anything by slumming it back here with the two of us just this once." 

She turned to retort and found herself staring into his warm brown puppy-dog eyes and apologetic smile. Her planned remark stalled on the tip of her tongue.

He stroked his thumb over the veins of her hand, slowly tracing the bluish lines. She could feel little shivers running up her arm from the delicate contact. She opened her mouth again to say something - she wasn't sure what, but it was definitely going to be sharp, and witty, and—

Nate's hand pressed against the top of her right knee and began inching its way up the inside of her thigh.

She yelped.

"Miss Martin, did you want to share something with the class?" Mr. Schneider had apparently heard her.

"No sir," she replied shakily, "I just, uh, dropped my pencil."

"All right then," he replied, already having turned back to the board to resume his explanation.

By this time Nate's hand, which had not ceased its movement up her leg, had reached the middle of her thigh and was now exploring the pattern in the lace at the top of her stocking.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she hissed, turning to face him.

"Rob," he said quietly, completing ignoring her angry words and expression, "you will not believe this. Sarah effing Martin is wearing thigh highs with her fuck-me pumps today."

Her mouth fell open. She felt Rob tense beside her, his hand going still on top of hers. She wasn't sure what the most astonishing thing about this entire situation was - the way they were touching her, the fact that Nathan Powers had noticed her footwear, or how wet she had suddenly become when he had uttered the phrase "fuck me." Confusion warred with fantasy as she thought about doing just that and wiping that smug smile off his face.

"You're right," Rob replied in a hoarse whisper, "I don't believe it. Or rather, I can't believe she let you find out."

"That's fair," Nate replied, "I thought for sure she'd have slapped me by now." His hand resumed its journey up her inner thigh, now traversing soft bare skin instead of shimmery nylon.

"I absolutely will if you don't stop that right now..." she trailed off as Rob resumed his leisurely caresses of her hand, this time encompassing the bones of her small wrist within lazy spirals.

"Schneider will definitely notice if you do it now," murmured Rob, his mouth just inches from her ear, "and I'm really hoping we don't have to stop touching you just yet."

Butterflies and hummingbirds started fluttering violently in the pit of her belly as Sarah realized that not only was he right, but that if she didn't do something quickly Nate was going to find out just how much she too was hoping that they didn't have to stop touching her just yet.

Too late. His hand reached the patch of silk covering her now-sodden cunt and stilled.

"Good God, Sarah," his voice was suddenly a lot less smooth than it had been just a few moments earlier, "you are fucking soaked."

That did it. She grabbed his wrist with her free hand and tried to pull his hand away. Unfortunately, he was considerably stronger than she was, and apparently quite determined to keep his hand exactly where it was.

"Ok, guys," she said, tucking her chin into her chest, "you've had your fun. You can tell everybody that 'Sarah effing Martin' has the hots for you both. Whoop-de-frickin'-do."

There was an agonizing pause as the boys looked at each other over the top of her head. She couldn't see their faces, and she could feel hot tears of frustration and humiliation starting to form in the corners of her eyes.

Suddenly each of them took hold of one of her hands and pulled it toward him. Before she could register what they were doing, she found herself resting her palms on a pair of very warm, very firm, very impressive erections. She barely managed to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape her lips.

"You see, Sarah" Rob explained.

"Or rather, you feel, Sarah" interrupted Nate.

"As I was saying," Rob continued, keeping his voice low, "what's really going on here is that both of us have the hots for you, and we can hardly believe that the one girl who doesn't seem to have the time of day for either of us might actually be interested."

Oh my God. They were hard. For her. Both of them. Her mouth went dry, and she could feel her nipples hardening against the fabric of her black lace bra. 

She was saved from replying, at least for the moment, by the ringing of the bell that signaled the end of the period. Within seconds, however, the room was empty except for the three of them, as Mr. Schneider taught second period physics in a different classroom.

Everything was suddenly silent except for the harsh sounds of their shallow breathing. 

Sarah felt like her mind was racing at a mile a minute, trying to process what they were saying. They were interested in her. Very interested, if the evidence that was literally in her hands was any indication. The question was: what was she going to do about it? 

She came to a decision. She gave them each a quick squeeze, drawing low groans from both of them, and slowly withdrew her hands from their laps. She very carefully gathered her notebook and pencil and slid off of her stool. Bending at the waist to pick up her bag, she was fairly sure that both of them could see bare thigh above the tops of her stockings. Taking her time, she stood and put her things away and slung the bag over her shoulder, letting the strap settle into her cleavage and tighten the fabric against her breasts.

"I have this next period free," she said slowly. "I think I am going to go spend it in study room 3b. If you would like to continue this discussion, that is where you will find me."

And with that, she darted out the rear door of the classroom toward her favorite study spot.

She silently thanked the scheduling gods, a.k.a. Mrs. Winter the registrar, for giving her second period free as she dashed through the mostly empty corridors. Regardless of what happened next, she (or they) would be able to have some privacy for the next fifty minutes. Finally reaching the door, she yanked it open, ducked inside, and breathed a huge sigh of relief as she leaned against the door and pushed it closed, hearing the reassuring click of the locking mechanism as she depressed the button on the handle.

"That was pretty fast for such high heels, wouldn't you say, Rob?"

Shit. She whirled around, turning her back to the door, and discovered that Nate and Rob were lounging against the desk that filled nearly half of the tiny room.

This was a terrible idea. They looked utterly delicious. This was crazy. She was unbelievably turned on. This was dangerous. They were looking at her like she was the last slice of pizza in the box. This was the stupidest thing she had done in four years of high school. She was going to be the luckiest girl in the whole damn grade.

By the time she had finished this increasingly disjointed series of thoughts, the two of them had advanced on her and pinned her between them and the door. Her bag slid off of her shoulder and fell to the floor with a thud.

Rob reached for her, tilting her chin up so that she was looking him full in the face.

"Hey," he said softly, "stop looking so terrified. We're not going to eat you."

"Unless you want us to," interjected Nate, giving her a mischievous grin.

"Nate!" Rob retorted. "Cut that out!" His eyes returned to Sarah's, looking concerned.

"Sarah," he murmured gently, "we want you, but this has to be your choice. If you don't w—"

She cut him off abruptly, flinging both arms around his neck and covering his mouth with hers.

Caught off guard, he stumbled backward a half step before catching their combined weight and lacing his fingers together at the small of her back.

Firmly quashing the anxious thoughts that were racing across the back of her mind, she swiped her tongue across Rob's bottom lip, demanding entrance. They dueled for dominance of the kiss, Sarah lifting up on her toes to assert as much control as possible.

She was starting to feel like she was gaining the upper hand when a pair of hands closed over her breasts and a mouth affixed itself to the side of her neck, tongue swirling in tight, concentric circles.

A breathy sigh escaped her as matching erections pressed against her pelvis and bum.

Nate moved his hands inward and began slowly unbuttoning her blouse, pausing after each button as if to see if she would stop him. 

She wasn't really sure she could have, even if she had wanted to, but she thought it was sweet of him anyway. He deserved a reward for such thoughtfulness, she decided hazily, and, as he unbuttoned the final button, she spun to face him and tugged him down by the corners of his collar to meet her lips.

Rob, not to be left idle, took the opportunity to slide both hands underneath her blouse and deftly unfastened her bra, which, being strapless, promptly fell to the floor in a puddle of black lace.

Sarah had only a moment to feel the chill of the room harden her nipples even further before he covered her breasts with his hands, squeezing them firmly and rolling the nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. She moaned into Nate's mouth.

Distracted as she was by Rob's talented hands and Nate's drugging kisses, she missed the look that passed between them. All she knew was that suddenly the three of them were moving away from the door, and before she had time to regain her balance, Rob had plopped into the room's only chair, with her falling gracelessly onto his lap, legs splayed out beneath her skirt, head lolling back against Rob's shoulder.

Nate stood in front of them, staring at her with hunger in his eyes. Rob continued to massage her breasts, moving his mouth to the pulse point on the side of her neck, swirling it around in little spirals that went straight to her cunt. Nate dropped to his knees between her legs, pushing her skirt up to her hips.

He reached up and hooked his fingers through the waistband of her black lace panties, drawing them down her legs and past her feet. He tucked them into his back pocket.

Having disposed of the last barrier, Nate gave her a predatory smile. He placed both hands on her knees and grinned lopsidedly at her.

"Remember how Rob said we weren't going to eat you? He lied."

Sarah would not have thought it was possible for her to get any wetter, but apparently she would have been wrong. Warmth flooded her core as she watched Nate slide his hand up her thigh and dip his head toward the tiny nest of curls that sat above her dripping slit.

And then she could barely focus on anything as sensation took over. Rob captured her mouth with his just in time to swallow the moan that erupted from her as Nathan pressed two fingers inside her. He thrust them slowly in and out of her as he swiped his tongue against her clit, igniting the fire that had been building there since the two of them first put their hands on her in the lab.

"Mmm..." was all she could manage as Nate increased the pace of his movements, pressing his fingers deeper inside her and lapping furiously against her clit. Rob devoured her mouth and squeezed her tightened nipples, adding to the tension that was building within her.

She arched her back and pressed against Nate's fingers and tongue, feeling herself approach her peak. Her legs started to quiver as Nate added a third finger. She was so close...

Rob gave a sharp pinch to both of her nipples just as Nate thrust all the way into her, and the dam broke. Sarah saw stars behind her eyelids as her orgasm hit, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. Her whole body shook between them as she came.




Chemistry 101



Rob continued to kiss her, muffling her ecstatic cries, and softened his touch against her breasts. She opened her eyes and broke the kiss, looking down just in time to see Nick licking his fingers clean with a look of immense satisfaction.

"Mmm...delicious," he quipped.

She opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by the sound of the bell. The harsh sound jolted her from the hazy glow that had settled over her.

"Uh, oh," Rob commented, "time for third period. That means you've got to get to calculus."

She wondered fuzzily how he knew her schedule.

Rob gripped her hips and carefully stood them both up. Nate began buttoning her blouse.

"Uh, Nate, I think you're forgetting something," Sarah said with a tilt of her head.

"No," he replied, "you can get it back from me later."

And with that, he swooped down, folded her bra into the letterman's jacket that was lying on the desk, and slipped out the door.

Rob leaned down and kissed her again, pulling her to him and tangling his hand in her hair. She gripped his biceps and leaned into the kiss. Reluctantly, he pulled away.

"You're going to be late," he said ruefully, "you'd better go."

She checked her watch and saw that he was right. She really didn't want to be late twice in one day - once had been bad enough! - so she quickly gathered her belongings and dashed into the hallway, realizing belatedly, as she felt little droplets trickling down her inner thighs, that Nate had also taken her panties with him.

*****

As Sarah came down from her latest orgasmic high, she thought about what torture the rest of the day had been. Every movement had scraped the fabric of her blouse against her nipples, teasing them into continual hardness. She had left a damp spot on her seat in every classroom as her daydreams kept making her cunt wetter and wetter with each passing period. By the time she reached last period English, she had been imaginarily fucked by both guys in every position imaginable and had excused herself to the bathroom twice to finger herself to brief, largely unsatisfying climaxes. If she didn't get an actual cock into her cunt soon, she thought she would spontaneously combust.

Sadly, since Sarah tutored her next-door neighbor's son in Algebra on Thursday afternoons, she had had to head home right after school let out, and she had not seen either Nate or Rob before leaving. It had been a real challenge concentrating on quadratic functions when half of her brain was occupied by thoughts of being filled in every hole. As soon as she finished the tutoring session, she had dashed up to her bedroom to work out her frustrations with her trusty vibrator. It wasn't as good as the real thing, she supposed, but it would take the edge off so that she didn't jump the boys immediately during her next chemistry class. 

She wondered what would happen during second period tomorrow...

*****

 To be continued in Chemistry 102 



Chemistry 102



His face felt sticky from Andrice's drying juices, but before he could ask for a towel, Erin took his hands and drew him over to the chair where she had watched his performance with Andrice. Erin was much smaller than Andrice, with actually some appealing curves to her large body. Running his hands over her soft skin, George realized he might enjoy Erin.

Kneeling between Erin's legs, George ran his hands up to her full breasts, toying with her nipples, feeling her breathing increase in intensity. He kissed her thighs, slowly moving toward her pussy as he continued kneading her breasts. She moaned as he slipped his lips to hers and sank his tongue into her wet opening. Tasting her, he breathed through his nose, taking in her earthy fragrance.

He moved his hands from her breasts, sliding them down over her hips and then moving them up under her thighs so he could cup her ass. Erin's legs draped over his shoulders as he began lapping his tongue between her lips, sliding from her cunt up to her clit. He continued this lapping motion as she began to move her hips, rising up to his face as he sank his tongue into her and settling back onto the chair as he slid up to her clit.

Erin reached her hand to his head, running her fingers through his hair as he squeezed her ass with his hands and continued on her beautiful pussy. Her moans intensified and her hand began pulling him hard onto her as she pumped her hips and ground her pussy onto his face. Feeling her quicken her rhythm, George moved one hand from her ass and moved two fingers into her cunt. He concentrated his mouth on her clit, sucking the pink nub between his lips and rolling his tongue around it.

She arched her back and screamed out, "Oh yes, yes... oh god yes," as she climaxed, her pussy pulsing over his fingers.

George moved his mouth from her sensitive clit and stopped moving his fingers, leaving them burrowed deep in her soft, wet folds. Feeling the walls twitch and contract on his fingers, he rested his head on her thigh, moving his jaw in a circular motion, trying to work the soreness out of it.

In a few minutes, he heard a voice, "Well George, I guess it's my turn." Recognizing Janine's voice, he got up and walked over to her. He looked down at his cock and then back to Janine, but she just shook her head, "No."

Once again he kneeled and moved his face to the woman's pussy. Janine was bigger than Erin, especially her thighs, so she had to lift her legs up and hook her arms below the knees to give him full access to her wet lips. George moved closer to her and felt her rest her feet on his shoulders. He moved his face closer and dipped his tongue into her, savoring the taste, trying to define in his mind the exact difference in each woman's taste. They each tasted oddly similar, but oh, so different.

Wanting to try something a bit different, he circled his tongue in her cunt, slowly rimming the opening as his hands kneaded her ample thighs. He continued with his tongue circling her hole as he pressed his face onto her, moving his nose back and forth over her clit. His head moved from side to side as his tongue circled her and he began to feel her push her feet on his shoulders, lifting her hips to him.

Moaning, she came quickly, lifting her ass off the chair with her feet pressing his shoulders down. Straining to keep his mouth and nose on her pussy and clit he moved his hands from her thighs to the chair just to maintain his balance. He pushed his tongue deep inside her and stopped moving his nose on her clit as she came. 

Sitting back on the floor, he moved her feet off his shoulders and moved his head around, trying to stretch his aching neck. He also moved his jaw around, feeling the tight muscles as he did. He looked to Rebecca, who was oddly still dressed and holding something.

He stood up, his cock still hard, aching for some attention, and walked over to her, realizing as he got closer she held a video camera. Reaching for one of her breasts he asked, "You making a porn video?"

She answered curtly, "Something like that."

Feeling her pull away from him, he realized something was wrong here. "Rebecca, what is wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong George, it's just that tutoring time is over."

"Oh, what time is it?"

"Not just for tonight, tutoring is finished for good."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well George, I finally realized I was just another "untouchable" to you. I could help you with your math and chemistry, but I wasn't good enough for anything else."

"Rebecca, I never said that."

"You didn't have to say it, it was obvious, you were embarrassed to be seen with someone like me."

"With someone like us," Janine said, standing behind Rebecca wearing just her panties and bra. George looked around and saw the other two ladies nodding.

"But..."

"But nothing George, tutoring is over, and once copies of this video make the round of campus you may find a lot more is over."

"You taped me and..."

"You and all three of these fine ladies," Rebecca replied.

George quickly grabbed her wrist, trying to get the camera, but two enormous arms quickly engulfed him. He felt his feet lift off the floor as Andrice whispered angrily, "Let her go or I start breaking ribs."

He immediately released Rebecca's wrist and trying to breathe, said, "Now ladies, let's be reasonable, we can work something out can't we?"

"We've already worked something out. We'll let you put on your underwear and pants and then give you to the count of ten to get the hell out of here."

"But..."

"Perhaps we should just start counting now."

"No, no, I'll go," he said and feeling his feet touch the ground again he grabbed his underwear and quickly pulled them back on. Working his legs into his pants, he fastened the button and then caught the rest of his clothes the ladies threw at him. He grabbed his books and headed out the door.

The four women watched through the window as he ran out to his car, started and squealed away. Laughing, Erin asked, "Are you really going to pass out videos?"

"I didn't tape anything, I just got the idea as he was finishing up with you. He apparently didn't notice what was happening around him, I just grabbed the camera and moved around a bit, making sure he saw me with it when he finished."

"I wish you really recorded it, I'd love to see his naked ass doing us 'untouchables.'"

"Oh, I don't know, I think it will be better for him to keep worrying about it. You know how the anticipation is almost always better than the event, well, let's just let him anticipate for a long, long time."

"He was very enthusiastic, what did you put in his drink?"

"Well, just call it a lesson in advanced chemistry," Rebecca said with a smile.

"I always did like chemistry," Erin replied.



Chemistry 102



This is the second chapter of the Chemistry series. You may want to read Chemistry 101 before you dive into this one.



Sarah sauntered with deliberate slowness down the corridor to the chemistry lab. Her skirt clung to the curves of her hips and ass, just barely covering the tops of her stockings. Her breasts pressed against the fabric of her tank top, albeit hidden from view by the cropped jacket she was wearing. She checked her watch. All right, she wouldn't be late to class, but Peter would almost certainly have taken her usual seat by now.

She opened the door to the classroom and noted with satisfaction that she had been right on both counts – the clock showed one minute remaining before class began, and Peter was again smirking at her from the front of the room, delighting in having "stolen" her spot again. She plastered a look of annoyance, which was only partly feigned – she found Peter's brown-nosing and smug self-importance quite irritating in general – onto her face and made her way to the only remaining seat in the room.

As she dropped her bag and leaned down to pull out her notebook and pencil, Sarah could practically feel Rob and Nate's eyes on her breasts as she flashed them a healthy amount of cleavage. Nate pulled her stool back from the lab table and gave her an appreciative raise of his eyebrows as she sank onto it, tucking her feet up onto the little bars, leaving her legs parted and hitching her skirt well past mid-thigh. 

Rob leaned into her left shoulder, the spicy scent of his cologne wafting into her nose as he murmured, "Good morning, beautiful."

Nate pressed against her other side, letting his left hand drop to her knee and begin tracing circles against the soft flesh of her inner thigh. "Nice skirt," he whispered, "I like it even better than the one from yesterday."

"Wait until you see what I've got on underneath it," she teased quietly, ignoring the pounding of her heart as it drummed against her ribcage at her uncharacteristic boldness. These two had clearly been a bad influence on her, and she was hoping that today they would be even worse.

She saw Rob's eyes widen at her words, but she did not elaborate further. They would just have to wait to find out.

Taking a deep breath, which drew both boys' gazes as her chest swelled against her jacket, Sarah picked up her pencil and began copying the series of equations that Mr. Schneider was busily writing on the board. She fought the temptation to look to either side, even though she could feel the tension in the muscles pressed against her.

Emboldened by her retort about what was under her skirt, Rob had joined Nate in caressing her, brushing little figure eights against the inside of her other thigh. It was highly distracting, but she was determined to remain the picture of innocence and attentiveness. She blinked hard to maintain her focus as Mr. Schneider went off on a tangent about factors that would decrease the activation energy of the reaction they were discussing. As if they hadn't heard the same lecture at least five times this year already.

She realized with a start that Rob's hand was drifting higher and higher up her leg, rapidly approaching the junction of her thighs. She bit her lip to keep her composure and waited for him to reach his destination.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed loudly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room as Sarah fought the urge to giggle.

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Thompson?" Mr. Schneider inquired pointedly.

"Uh, sorry, sir, I just, uh, suddenly realized how your explanation related directly to the lab we've been doing on enzyme activity in biology this week."

"Yes, yes indeed, Mr. Thompson! You are absolutely right! Enzymes will have exactly the same effect as this catalyst..." he launched with renewed enthusiasm into a comparison of organic and inorganic catalysts, and the class turned back toward the front of the room, having instantly lost interest in Rob, since he wasn't in trouble for swearing.

"What the hell, Rob?" Nate asked quietly.

"Sarah isn't wearing underwear," Rob muttered through gritted teeth.

Nate's harsh inhalation wasn't quite as dramatic as Rob's reaction had been, but it was no less satisfying. Sarah allowed a smile of pure feminine satisfaction to curl up the corners of her mouth as she watched a bead of sweat slide down the side of his neck.

"Damn," he whispered hoarsely, "that's fucking hot."

Sarah was watching a peculiar change come over Rob's face. Yesterday and first thing this morning he had been wide-eyed and tentative, seemingly in awe of her despite his status as a school-wide heartthrob. Now she saw a look of hunger come into his eyes, pupils dilated and breathing shallow as he contemplated this new development.

Rob's fingers had frozen directly against the freshly shaven lips of her cunt, which framed her already-dampened slit and swollen clit. They slowly started to explore again, now that the initial shock had worn off. He began swirling the pads of his fingers against her clit, spreading the moisture around and setting her nerves to tingling with anticipation.

Carefully setting down her pencil, Sarah dropped her hands below the level of the lab table, reaching for the bulges she knew – well, hoped – would be there. As her hands closed over the erections she had grasped the previous morning, a thrill ran through her at the thought of what she was doing, practically in full view of her classmates.

Both boys tensed, instinctively pressing against her hands. Sarah felt a heady sense of power at the reaction she was creating in them.

She was soon distracted from reveling in her newfound capacity for control as Rob pressed two fingers into her tight, wet cunt. She clenched instinctively around his hand. 

Nate was still mindlessly doodling circles against her thigh as he scribbled nonsense on the paper in front of him. She pressed more firmly against his cock and slid her hand up and down the front of his jeans.

Rob began slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of her, pressing deeper with each movement. She pushed back against his hand, lifting her hips a little bit to meet his thrusts.

She started to create a rhythm with both her hands, stroking faster and faster against their erections, causing them to breathe heavily, trying to stay quiet but rapidly losing control. It was all she could do to maintain the motion of her hands as she felt herself peaking from Rob's finger fucking.

Suddenly all three of them were jarred roughly from the intense pleasure they were feeling by the ringing of the bell. Once again, the classroom emptied within seconds and they were left alone, panting heavily from their interrupted passion.

"Does this room get used during second period?" Sarah asked breathlessly.

"I, uh, I don't think so," Nate replied, shaking his head dazedly.

"Good," she gasped, "go lock the doors."

Nate staggered to his feet, hobbling slightly due to his erection, and locked both doors to the room. Rob regained his sense of equilibrium and began scrambling to unfasten his pants. They both converged on Sarah and pinned her between them. Rob pulled her jacket off of her shoulders and began lavishing kisses over her neck and shoulders, pressing his boxer-clad erection into her ass. Nate cupped her face in his hands and kissed her passionately, his tongue dueling with hers.

Sarah reached for Nate's belt. "Pants off. Now," she managed between kisses. 

He hurried to comply, shoving his blue jeans and boxers over his hips and down to the floor in his eagerness. She noted with some eagerness that he looked long enough to fill two hands and thick enough that her fingers would meet around his shaft, but just barely.

Rob cupped her breasts through her tank top, taking advantage of the fact that she had gone bra-less as well as commando to squeeze her tightened nipples.

"Damn, Sarah," he said in wonder, "you really go all out, don't you?"

She gave them both a sultry smile. "Why would I do things any other way? The question is, since we don't have much time, which of you two is going to go all in?"

Rob and Nate looked at one another for an instant.

"You've wanted her longer, Rob. I can wait for round two."

Nate pulled a condom from his backpack and threw it at Rob.

Sarah filed that thought away for later consideration before declaring, "All right then. Nate, you sit on the table here."

Nate looked confused but did as she asked. Rob finished divesting himself of his boxers and slid the condom onto his rigid erection. He looked to be shorter but wider than Nate, and she imagined he would stretch her deliciously.

Having already planned at least a dozen different ways for them to take her during her daylong fantasy session yesterday, Sarah knew what she wanted to do. She pushed two of the lab stools in front of Nate about a foot apart and climbed up to kneel on them, bending over to present her bare ass and dripping cunt to Rob behind her.

The thought occurred to her that this was both risky and somewhat insane – she knew it wouldn't really be a typical first time, since she had broken her hymen years ago with her first dildo, but it still seemed very zero-to-sixty to have her first time with two guys in her chemistry lab. She shook the thought off and concentrated on the cock that Nathan was presenting to her.

Trusting that Rob would be able to take it from here, she leaned down to Nate's cock and gave it a firm, slow lick from base to tip. He groaned, gripping the table's edge with both hands.

Encouraged by his reaction, she took the tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the soft skin of the head of his cock. As she did so, she felt Rob grip her hips and position his own erection at the entrance to her cunt.

Not moving her mouth from its current position, she spoke around Nate's cock, "Rob, if you don't fuck me right now..."

She got no further, as Rob took his cue and drove his entire shaft into her, burying himself to the hilt in her warmth. She moaned, sending vibrations over Nate's skin and causing him to thrust up into her mouth.

Rob began to move in and out of her very slowly, clutching her hips against him tightly enough to leave marks. Sarah matched his actions, taking Nate's cock as far into her throat as she could and then bobbing her head up and down. With the hand that was not supporting her weight on the table, she reached below and began playing with Nate's balls.

Nate was making little moans and grunts of satisfaction, occasionally thrusting upward into her mouth, and Rob had picked up the pace and set a driving rhythm, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. She could feel the peak she had nearly reached before the bell approaching once again.

"I'm not going to last very long," Nate warned, "I've been thinking about this since yesterday."

"Me neither," panted Rob, "I've been practically coming since I realized you weren't wearing panties."

"Touch me," Sarah said around her mouthful of Nate's cock, "I'm close."

Nate leaned all of his weight on one hand and used the other to massage her breasts, pinching one nipple and then the other, squeezing the mounds with his large hand. Rob reached one hand around to her front and began frantically rubbing her clit, pounding into her cunt hard enough to drive Nate's cock deeper into her throat.

Sarah pulled back so she wouldn't choke and began pumping her hand up and down Nate's rigid length, swirling her tongue around the bundle of nerves just below the head. It was hard to concentrate on sucking him off while Rob was fucking her so deeply, thrusting into her with wild abandon.

"Oh, God," Nate groaned, "I'm coming." 

Not wanting to get any cum in her hair or on her clothes, Sarah sucked hard on Nate's cock, slurping down every last drop of his release. It wasn't too bad, she decided, just salty and a little bitter. She breathed a sigh of relief. Now she could concentrate on getting fucked.

"Rob," she said suddenly, "I want you put a finger in my ass."

"What?" he asked sharply, pausing in his thrusts, confusion written across his face.

"If I'm going to have you both fuck me, I have to be prepared for one of your cocks in my ass. Your finger will be a good start."

They both gaped at her.

She wiggled her ass at Rob, causing him to slip out of her a little bit. 

"Come, on, go for it!" 

Spurred on by the image of double-teaming her, both Nate and Rob renewed their efforts to make her come. Rob licked his finger liberally and carefully wiggled it into her asshole before resuming thrusting into her cunt. Nate, slightly more focused now that he had finished, was able to use both hands to massage her breasts and tug at her nipples.

Sarah moaned, both from the pleasurable pain that Nate was giving to her tits and from the intense feeling of being filled in both her cunt and ass. Rob was still swirling the fingers of his other hand against her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

And suddenly she was there, flying over the cliff, crying out her ecstasy as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her muscles clamped down hard on Rob's cock, dragging him over the edge with her. They groaned in unison for a long moment.

Sarah slumped down against the lab table, resting her weight on her forearms, her forehead against Nate's thigh.

For a few seconds the room was silent except for the sounds of their labored breathing.

Then Nate said, "Shit, we've got two minutes before second period ends."

Reality crashed over them like an icy wave.

Rob pulled out of her, sliding the condom off of his dick and shoving it into a pocket of his backpack. The boys hurriedly pulled their boxers and pants back on as Sarah donned her jacket and smoothed her skirt and sex-tousled hair.

Sarah kissed Rob, then Nate, and gave them both a mischievous look.

"So, I'll see you after school?" she asked with mock-innocence.

"You won't be able to avoid us this time, " said Nate firmly.

Sarah bent down to pick up her bag, giving them one last show of her cunt, swollen and red from the vigorous pounding it had taken. She rose to her feet, slung the bag over the shoulder and blew them a kiss as she slipped out the door.

As she practically waltzed down the hallway to Calculus, all she could think of was how good it would feel when she finally had both of them inside her, filling her up with their big, hard cocks. The smile that crossed her face lasted all the way through two tests and an in-class essay.

 To be continued in Chemistry 103... 



Chemistry 103



This is the third chapter of the Chemistry series. You may want to read Chemistry 101 and Chemistry 102 before you enjoy this one.

*****

Sarah's heart was pounding in her chest, thumping against her ribcage as she finished gathering her belongings from her locker. Even though she had already enjoyed a vigorous fucking during second period, she had been dripping wet all day. The knowledge that she was one careless move away from flashing her swollen cunt or her hardened nipples to her classmates was utterly titillating. Sarah was beginning to think she might be a bit of a closet exhibitionist - getting finger fucked in the back of the lab with only a table to block the view had been even hotter than she'd imagined. Not as hot as going down on Nate while Rob slammed into her from behind over that same lab table, but still really, really hot.

Sarah felt moisture begin to slide down her inner thighs as she pictured the three of them fucking in the study room where Nate's fingers and tongue had brought her to such an intense orgasm the day before. She leaned her forehead against the cool metal of her locker door, breathing shallowly as she fantasized.

Suddenly she was pinned against the locker by two hard, male bodies. A low voice whispered into her ear, warm breath on her neck.

"Hey there, little girl. Did you miss us?"

Sarah spun around, turning to face the two boys who had been driving her to distraction. Nate and Rob leaned into her, demonstrating quite plainly that they too were already turned on. Two stiff cocks pressed against her hips, making her lick her lips with anticipation.

Nate, consistently the bolder and more mischievous of the two, reached up under her skirt, swirling his fingers against her clit before sliding two fingers into her wet, eager cunt.

"Damn, Sarah. Have you been this wet all day?"

She looked at him with widened grey-blue eyes shining with innocence.

"Am I wet? Gee, I guess I am. It must have something to do with the fact that I've been thinking all day about the two of you fucking me until I can barely walk."

Rob made a low, strained sound in his throat as he jerked his cock against her hip.

"God Sarah, it is so fucking hot when you say things like that."

Nate thrust his fingers slowly in and out of her, not breaking eye contact for even a second, as he said, "Well, I guess we'll just have to move this somewhere more private." He withdrew his hand from her cunt, making her whimper slightly. Still holding her gaze with his own, he sucked his fingers clean, before remarking, "You taste fantastic, by the way."

Her knees trembled beneath her, but she managed to remain perched atop her four-inch heels, supported by the pressure of their hips against hers and the hard metal lockers at her back. She gave them a slow, sultry smile.

"All right, boys, where to?"

Rob and Nate glanced at each other. After a moment, Rob said, "My parents are out of town for the weekend. I have the house to myself for the next two days."

"Perfect," Sarah replied. "By the way, you guys are clean, right?"

They both nodded.

"Good, that means we can dispense with the condoms - I'm on the pill."

Huge grins appeared on their faces.

"All right," Rob announced, "I'll drive."





Chemistry 104



This is the fourth chapter of the Chemistry series. You should probably read Chemistry 101, 102, and 103 first for some context (and buildup). 

*****

Sarah gave Nate and Rob the knowing smile of a woman who is aware of her own sexual power. She trailed a hand over each of their cocks, which had sprung to life instantly upon her suggestion of a "round two" to their fucking. She had decided that Nate, who was longer but thinner than Rob, should take her ass. She squeezed his cock and winked at him.

"I hope you're up for the challenge, Nate. This is virgin territory right here. Actually, until this morning it was all virgin territory..." she trailed off, having revealed much more than she had intended to.

"What?" Rob's voice betrayed his incredulity.

"You were a virgin?" asked Nate, his disbelief ringing in her ears.

Sarah ducked her head, suddenly too nervous to meet their eyes.

"Holy shit," Rob murmured, "I would never have imagined...you were - you are the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Nate nodded, "I've never fucked anyone like you, Sarah. You're like a living wet dream. Walking around school with no underwear, jerking us off under the table in chem class, and you give the best blowjob I've ever had. And now you're talking about letting me put it in your ass!"

She looked at them shyly, abruptly realizing how crazy the past 48 hours had been. She was overcome by embarrassment at her actions. She started to fold herself into a little ball, tucking her knees toward her chin.

She had barely moved a few inches when her progress was arrested by two pairs of hands, pinning her to the bed with legs spread wide.

"Oh, no, you don't," Rob chided. "We're going to show you how much we appreciate your - what did you call it? - virgin territory."

He scooted down the bed until his head was level with her pelvis.

Nate cupped his hand against her jaw line and turned her face toward him.

"We are going to make you cum so hard you can't see straight, let alone feel guilty about how hot you are. And then I'm going to fuck you in your gorgeous ass while Rob takes your lovely cunt again."

And with that, he kissed the shocked expression from her face.

Sarah was still reeling from Nate's words and passionate kiss when Rob's mouth descended on her clit, his tongue swiping hard against it. She bucked her hips up against his mouth, the intensity of the pleasure catching her off guard. Unfazed, Rob slid two fingers inside her cunt and continued to thrash her clit with his tongue.

Meanwhile, Nate continued to kiss her, his tongue dueling with hers, as his large hands deftly kneaded the flesh of her breasts, alternately circling her hardened nipples with his thumbs and rolling them between his fingers.

Sarah was awash in sensation, from Nate's passionate kiss, from the exquisitely painful pleasure of his ministrations to her breasts, from Rob's unrelenting assault on her clit, and from being filled by his fingers - doubly filled, she suddenly realized, as Rob had slowly pushed two fingers lubricated by her ample moisture into her ass. She moaned into Nate's mouth, thrusting her hips against Rob's face and hands.

She couldn't believe how quickly they had driven her to the peak of her pleasure, even higher than before. She wanted it to last because it felt so damn good; she wanted it to end so they could finally fuck her at the same time; she didn't know what she wanted because she could barely think straight.

Without warning, Rob added another finger to both her cunt and her ass, stretching her even further as he quickened the movements of his mouth, just as Nate tweaked both of her nipples at the same time.

Sarah came so hard she nearly passed out, her orgasm ripping through her body like a tidal wave. She pressed against their hands and mouths and screamed out her ecstasy, before falling limply back against the bed, gasping for breath.

Rob ceased moving his hands and gentled the force of his mouth against her, but he did not stop circling his tongue against her clit. Nate lowered his lips to her right nipple and began lapping against the still-hardened nub, softly swirling his hand against her other breast. Despite her state of near-exhaustion, Sarah could feel herself responding to their touch again, new wetness flooding her cunt.

When she began making little whimpering sounds with every lick from their tongues, they carefully maneuvered themselves and Sarah so that she was positioned above Rob's thick, stiff cock, which was already leaking fluid over the head.

Sarah slid down onto his thick shaft in one smooth movement, her hips coming to rest against his pelvis as he filled her again. She sighed in pleasure as he reached for her breasts and began massaging them gently, then with progressively more pressure.

Nate moved behind her, kneeling with his legs astride Rob's knees, and gradually began working one, then two, and finally three slick fingers into her asshole. When he judged her to be sufficiently stretched, he removed his hand and replaced it with the head of his long, rigid cock.

Sarah had thought that the initial penetration would be painful, but she was so turned on and already loosened somewhat from his large, capable fingers, that the first few inches of Nate's erection were already inside her before she even realized he was entering her virgin ass.

Before she had time to tense up, Rob thrust hard into her dripping cunt, pressing her back against Nate's cock, and burying him to the hilt.

Sarah moaned, the sensations of having two cocks inside her, of being pressed between two warm, hard, male bodies, of being worshipped and debauched simultaneously, completely overwhelming her.

Rob and Nate groaned in sync at the feeling of being gripped so tightly by Sarah's velvety cunt and tight ass. Rob's hands tightened on her breasts, pinching the flesh and the nipples with every thrust as Nate clutched her hips and thrust in counterpoint to Rob's movements, their cocks practically sliding against one another inside Sarah's warmth.

The tension built rapidly in all three of them, muscles clenching, breaths coming in harsh little pants, every nerve seemingly stimulated by someone else's touch. Rob pulled Sarah forward slightly to kiss her with all of the passion he could muster while Nate sealed his mouth to her neck and swirled his tongue in random patterns, adding to the sensory overload that was consuming her.

Sarah closed her eyes, allowing her other senses to take over. She tasted the spice and warmth of Rob's mouth as he kissed her, mixed with the tang of her own moisture from his earlier feast. She smelled the sweat and sex that permeated the room. She heard the wet slapping sounds and low, masculine grunts as their cocks slammed into her. She felt the grip of their hands, the driving rhythmic thrusts, and the little electric shocks skittering along her nerves as every pleasurable string was strummed, bowed, and plucked. It was incredible, and she could barely stand it. 

"Oh, fuck," she gasped out, "fuck me hard. Fill me up with your cum. Fuck me with those huge, thick cocks..."

When Nate slipped one hand in between her and Rob's hips and flicked his fingers hard against her swollen clit, Sarah was gone. Her entire frame shook with the force of her orgasm as she came harder than she ever had in her life. Waves and waves of pleasure rippled outward from her core, her muscles clamping down on the two hard cocks thrusting inside her.

Nate and Rob came in unison, pumping hot, thick streams of cum into Sarah's cunt and ass, groaning their ecstasy as they emptied their loads.

Their warmth flooding both of her swollen, well-used holes was the last thing Sarah knew before she lost consciousness entirely.

*****

When she came to, Sarah was lying on her side, Rob spooning behind her and Nate pressed against her front. Nate was gently rubbing her shoulder, and Rob was stroking her hair.

As her eyes opened, Rob asked in a voice filled with concern, "Hey there, are you okay? You were out for a few minutes."

Nate's breath was warm against her ear as he added, "that was the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed.

Sarah blinked a few times, gathering her wits about her, and a slow smile of contentment spread across her face. She sighed breathily and snuggled into the two warm bodies that surrounded her. She wiggled her butt against Nate and flung an arm across Rob's chest.

"I don't know about you two," she murmured drowsily, "but I think I need a little sleep before we go for Round Three."



Chemistry



Bass. All I hear is my breathing and the bass. I have to open my eyes for this to be real.

"You want me?" he asks.

I shouldn't even be here. "Uh huh."

He's close enough to radiate some of that incredible heat onto my body, but doesn't touch me. "You can't have me unless you ask."

I look up at his dark eyes. "Please." I have to swallow to get the word out. I'll drown in my own lust before our skin makes contact.

Without a smile he asks. "Please, what?"

Fucking asshole.

"Just, please!" I reach forward but he steps back. I drop my hand.

He's sly; he knows how he looks, what men would do for a chance to be near him. "What do you want?"

"I want you."

Finally he steps in to put one powerful thigh between mine. "Where do you want me?" he growls in my ear.

I shut my eyes. "Inside."

"Inside what?"

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I'll do anything if you'll just turn me around and fuck me."Inside me."

Teasing me, talking so close that I can feel his lips move, he asks, "How do you want me inside of you?"

"Fuck me." I don't talk like this. I never talk like this. I've never begged for anyone before, but I'll do it now.

"Magic word."

"Fuck me, please!" I tell myself it's perfectly okay to debase myself for an Adonis I'll never see again. I'm visiting, he's probably a man whore, but if I can fuck him tonight it won't matter if I don't get breakfast in the morning or even a name.

"You want me to fuck you here? In this nasty-ass bathroom?"

"Yes."

"You're not even taking your clothes off? Fucking whore."

I don't care. Ripping the foil from the condom I kneel to roll it over his mighty prick, the one I felt pressed against me on the dance floor, the whole reason I followed him to the bathroom. It's thick, long, at least eight inches if not more. I might be one crazy motherfucker for thinking I can take it.

"Make sure you kiss it while you're down there. That's it. Now stand up. Face the wall. Feet farther apart." He yanks my pants down only to my thighs, just enough so he can get at my ass. "Get ready. Breathe."

The initial pain is almost unbearable. "Oh, god!" My legs are going to collapse. My guts will spill out of my mouth and my tombstone will read, Here lies some asshole who died getting porked by some stranger in a disgusting nightclub toilet stall. I bite the back of my hand to stop the piercing shriek that springs from my chest.

"That's my cock up your ass, fucker."

I taste blood. "Fucking shit! Fuck fuck fuck!"

"Arch your back." He raps me with his knuckles for emphasis. "Relax. Let me in."

He isn't coaxing me. Every syllable is a command. He pulls out a little, spits on his cock, and pushes again. I should have taken those damn poppers, I think. I don't like being high, but had I known my night out would end in a rectal enlargement I would have taken any extra help.

"Get on my cock," he orders. "Open your hole and take it."

Breathing heavily through my mouth I do my best. I push back at him, sliding inch by painful inch onto that monster.

"That's it," he says approvingly. He pats my ass, which should not make me feel good about myself, but it does.

I'm going to pass out. "You're too big," I whine.

"You can take it."

"I can't." Bracing my forearms on the grimy wall, I try to relax. It's impossible. 

"You will. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to take my cock until it fucks the cum right out of your balls, do you understand me?"

"Yes."

He grabs my hair to look me in the eyes. "Yes?"

"Yes." I can't say no to that fierce black gaze.

"Now relax and let me fuck you." The dance floor demigod pulls his hips back and begins to fuck me. He doesn't build up, just uses his meat as a jackhammer to excavate a home for his gorilla dick. I bite my forearm and try to tilt my ass so that the fucking actually feels good. When I find that angle it's obvious - as soon as the hot stranger's cock punches my G spot I cry out, screaming into my hands.

The man ruffles my hair. "Good boy!" he congratulates me with unabashed condescension. "That's a good little slut. Now I don't have to go easy on you."

Holy shit! "You've been holding back!?" I exclaim, looking over my shoulder at him.

His big hands wrap around my waist and he grins. "Baby, you ain't never gonna be fucked like this again."

The next thrust shuts me up. God, he's so rough, not giving a shit if I cry or moan. He slaps my ass and then kneads it, making me squirm to escape that pain even as I shove myself onto his marauding dick. He fucks me so hard that I have trouble breathing; every time I gasp for air this stranger pulls me onto his cock. It's hot; everything inside me is hot. My lungs burn and my skin is on fire. God, I'm so hard it hurts. I have to come.

"You like that, bitch?" he asks. "Answer me."

"Yes," I choke out. My toes are going numb.

"What?"

"Yes!"

"What do you like?"

I can hear footsteps outside the stall. Someone else is in here, listening to me get fucked like a common whore, and I don't care.

I reply, "I like your cock inside me." I do. It touches every inch of me, every cell, knocks me around and feeds my hunger. If he were to pull out now I would die. I need it. It's keeping me alive.

"Yeah, you like the way I fuck that sexy tight ass, don't you."

"Don't stop." 

"Get your hand on your dick," he commands. "That's right, jack yourself hard, because I'm going to fuck your own jizz into your hand, and then I'm going to come in your ass. That's what you want, right?"

"God yeah," I gasp.

"Why?"

He's fucking me so hard I can barely get the words out. "Because I need it. I need you to come. I need your cum inside me." My ass is on fire. My dick feels like it's made of pure energy, and I'm close to setting it off like a rocket.

"You sound like a pussy. Are you a fucking pussy?"

"Yes." I'm a hole to be used, I'm a lover, I'm anything he wants. 

"Whose pussy, bitch?" He slaps my jiggling buttocks.

"Yours, goddammit! I'm your pussy!"

He comes on a groan, bottoming out but still humping into me so hard that my feet leave the ground, and I grab onto the top of the stall in desperation because I'm coming, too, shooting so hard it covers the wall and hits me in the chin. "Fuck!" I shout, jerking on the cock inside me. "Fuck!"

The son of a bitch pulls out before I'm ready and I nearly collapse. "Stay where you are," he orders. I smell the sharp odor of a permanent marker a moment before the stranger pulls my ass cheeks apart and blows on my raw, swollen opening. The marker's felt tip tickles, but the sensation disappears from the sudden pain of teeth.

"Holy fuck! Ow!" I yelp, finally finding enough strength and dignity to turn around and yank my pants up. "What, were you raised by wolves?"

"I'm leaving," Adonis informs me as he stands and throws the used condom in the toilet. He has the gall to wipe his sperm-covered cock on my shirt. "Call me if you want a rematch, hot stuff."

He leaves without another word. I need to find someone with a hand mirror so I can write down his number before it rubs off in my underwear.



Chemistry



There was a chemistry between us from the moment we first met. I had just been hired. I was a junior project manager fresh out of college; he was one of the field supervisors, eight or ten years older than me, quiet and almost shy-seeming but possessed of a dry and understated sense of humor that seemed to come out of nowhere and often had me cracking up out of the blue.

The moment we were introduced there was a jolt of sexual energy that passed between us. I know I felt it anyway; I suspect that he did too, but I've never been any good at telling. In any case, it was pretty much a moot point; he was (as far as I could tell) happily married, and at the time I was living with my boyfriend.

We didn't cross paths at work very often, but when we did there was always that spark that sent shivers down my spine and made me feel flushed and self conscious. And occasionally made me run to the bathroom and guiltily masturbate.

As a general rule, I'm not the kind of girl that guys get crushes on. First of all, I'm not skinny.  I'm not fat either, and I've lost a ton of weight since high school, but I'll never be a skinny girl. Second of all I wear glasses. And I'm the kind of social misfit who would rather go home and play SimCity (or browse internet porn) than go out dancing. I'm basically a nerd.

One time after work, a bunch of us went out for drinks, and I got dragged along. He was there and ended up sitting next to me. His thigh pressed up against mine. It felt good. I didn't move my leg. He didn't move away either. We stayed pressed up against each other in the booth through three drinks. By the time I got home, I was so drunk and horny that my head was spinning.

But that was all: periodic bouts of (kinky, possibly perverted) masturbatory fantasy on my part, occasional (totally imaginary?) flirtation on his part. Meanwhile, my boyfriend came and went, and I started (in my own introverted and socially awkward way) chasing after girls.

And then we got sent to Cincinnati. There was some machinery out there that wasn't working right. He had to go up a big ladder to troubleshoot it. I was essentially sent along as a ladder-holder.

It turned out to be a long day's work, with a lot of swearing and fussing on his part, and a lot of ladder-holding and handing up of tools on mine. It took ten hours, but we finally got the thing working.

It had been a really long day already, and we were both pretty whipped; him from a long day up on a ladder, and me from a long day of standing at the bottom of his ladder. We got checked into our hotel, and agreed to meet up in an hour for dinner. After a hot shower and a change of clothes, I felt much better. And hornier.

We had dinner together at some chain restaurant. I don't remember which one; they're all pretty much the same thing anyway. The food was ok. We killed off a bottle of wine between the two of us. And I'm a serious lightweight. Our flirtation (if that is in fact what it was- I'm so bad at telling!) was more overt than it had ever been. At least mine definitely was. 

Then we went back to the hotel. We had an early flight home. And that was when I made my move, my head reeling with red wine. We were standing in front of the door to his room- he was on the first floor and my room was up on the second- and it seemed like he was hesitating to say goodnight.

I worked up my courage (assisted by the alcohol being pumped through my veins by my pounding, horny heart), opened up my mouth and said "Do you feel like hanging out for a while?"

"Sure" he said, leaving the end of the word hanging out there like a fall leaf dancing on a twig.

We stepped into his hotel room and the door swung closed behind us. Our hands met, our fingers intertwined. He leaned forward to kiss me. I closed my eyes. I could feel his hot breath on my lips. I couldn't wait to get his pants down, to find out just what was causing that delicious looking bulge in the front of his jeans.

"I can't do this" he said "I'm sorry."

Fuck.

"I'm sorry" he repeated "I'm incredibly turned on and I'm really attracted to you, but I just can't."

"I understand" I said, my heart sinking "how about just a blowjob then – between friends?"

God, I couldn't believe I'd just said that. 

"I really can't. I want to, really badly. But I can't. I'm sorry."

"Well what if we just watched each other masturbate? That wouldn't be cheating..." Could I sink any lower? Pathetic. Just pathetic.

"Are you serious?" he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Umm... sure."

"I think that would be really hot" he said "If you don't mind..."

Mind? Hardly! That sounded a hell of a lot better than going upstairs alone and frustrated. Not as good as the orgy of illicit sex I had been picturing, but you take what you can get, right?

I guess I just nodded dumbly, because next thing I knew he was stripping.

He was quite beautiful. He had a lovely boy-body, just the kind I like: lean and muscular and smooth. He had a tattoo I didn't know about; a sunflower on his chest, just below his right nipple, in the style of Van Gogh. He smiled at me ruefully before he unbuttoned his jeans. "Are you sure this is ok?"

"Oh Yeah" I said, "Definitely. This is hot."

He finished unsnapping his blue jeans, and pulled them off along with his boxers, setting the goods free. I have to say that he was possessed of a delicious looking cock. It was bigger than I had imagined, but not so big as to look intimidating. His balls dangled pleasantly, and a neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair capped it all off. His penis bobbed nicely as he moved.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hard cock pointing directly at the ceiling, and I felt his eyes on me. I confess that I blushed. I suddenly felt very conscious of my own very far from perfect body.

"This is a little embarrassing" I said.

"Yeah. It's kind of weird, right? We don't have to do this." The head of his penis was reddish purple, and the whole thing twitched slightly with each heartbeat. He looked enormously sexy sitting there on the bed, hands palm down behind him, brow slightly wrinkled with concern.

I took a deep breath and started unbuttoning my blouse. I felt him watching me. I think my hands were shaking a little. After I got my top off, the rest came off quickly and easily. I could only hope that he liked what he saw. His penis sure seemed to anyway.

I guess I should offer a word of explanation. I'm hardly a prude, and certainly no kind of virgin. I'd been naked with guys before plenty of times. This was different though. I'd never been in a situation like this before, where I was putting myself on display in front of a guy I didn't know very well, and where the objective was not to get between the sheets but to look and to not touch. I found it incredibly hot; don't get me wrong, but at the same time quite intimidating.

We ended up on his bed, lying down facing each other. He was petting his cock with the fingertips of one hand. His nipples were hard and sticky-outy and looked like they needed to be sucked on and nibbled at. I restrained myself. My own hand kept slipping between my legs, where I found not at all to my surprise, that I was quite wet and sticky. 

Then we made eye contact, and that's when the giggling started. Both of us got it really bad; I rolled over onto my back and laughed till the tears came. Finally the fit was over, and I felt much more relaxed and not one iota less horny.

We were laying on our backs now, an inch or so of electrically charged air between us. A big fat drop of clear liquid was oozing out of the end of his penis, threatening to dribble out onto his tummy. He scooped it up with his thumb, and offered it to me. Oh My God, you are such a tease! My clit twitched. I licked it off his thumb. It was sweet and sticky. I reached down and parted my labia, thick with lust. There was no shortage of joy juice down there; I was leaking like a sieve. I offered him my slimy forefinger. He licked it off like a popsicle, sending shivers up and down my spine. I was so fucking horny at that instant that I felt like I would come if I so much as touched my clit.

Without a word, he got up off the bed and went over to his overnight bag on the floor by the tv. He had such a sexy little ass; I had admired it many times in tight jeans, and naked it looked even better. His muscular cheeks looked like they would fit perfectly in my two hands. I had fantasized before about sticking my tongue between them, holding his cock in my hand while I stuck my tongue up into that dark secret place and made him squirm and moan out loud. He bent over to get something out of his suitcase, and I slipped a finger deep inside my vagina, imagining doing just that to him.

He came up with quite a large, black silicone dildo, vaguely penis-shaped. For a second, my heart dropped. It wasn't that I had anything against dildo's (I owned a couple myself); it was just that it would have been weird to use his (his wife's?) toy. It wouldn't have felt right.

I shouldn't have worried. He sat down on the edge of the bed and poured clear lube onto the phallus, smearing it all over until the black material gleamed. Then he reached behind himself, running a slippery finger between his ass cheeks. 

"Is this ok?" he asked shyly.

"Yeah. Really hot." I said, fingering myself shamelessly "I really want to watch you... do it."

"I don't think I'll be able to last very long." He said "I'm way too excited."

"That's ok" I said "I'm right on the edge too." It was true; I had been assiduously avoiding my poor clitoris which felt like a big pink swollen up water balloon.

He got on his knees on the bed, bending over and thrusting his sexy rump up and out. I could see his crinkled little asshole. I couldn't really believe that he was going to be able to take that whole toy. It was... big. Not quite scary big, but quite big enough, thank you! His balls were drawn up tight into a sexy little package. His dick bobbed up and down, whacking him in the belly and leaking a drop of precome that stuck to his tummy and formed a gossamer thread from the end of his engorged cock to just below his belly button. I got up on my knees for a better view.

He closed his eyes and reached behind himself with the dildo. He fumbled a little and found his target. He held his breath and pressed his face into the sheets as he pressed it home. At first it didn't seem like it was going to go in, and then slowly, relentlessly, his body opened up, swallowing the big black toy whole.

"Oh God" he moaned. It was almost all the way up inside him, stretching him wide.

He rolled off his knees and over onto his side. I lay on my side next to him, in a simulacrum of the sixty-nine position. I wanted him to see how wet my pussy was, how hot he was making me.

I personally had a fine view of the action down there. He was stroking his cock, which looked like it might explode at any second, with one strong hand, and working the dildo in tiny little in and out motions with the other hand. I could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"I'm going to come" he informed me breathlessly.

"My breasts" I choked out "Put it on my tits" Tawdry and clichéd I know, but I was way too turned on to care.

His hand was moving hard and fast on his erection. He had the dildo buried up to the base in his asshole. I abandoned self restraint and rubbed my clit mercilessly, trying to time my orgasm to coincide with his.

He groaned out loud and his whole body went stiff. A second later, jet after hot jet of sticky white semen splashed all over my tits and down onto my belly. That was all I needed to set me off like a roll of thunder that echoed from horizon to horizon, never seeming to end.

He watched me as I masturbated to another orgasm, one finger on my clit, another scooping up his bitter white come off my chest and into my mouth. 

Then we kissed once, quite chastely, and I went up to my own room, my own shower, the pleasures of my own vibrator.

We never talked about that night. But the next morning, on the flight home, his leg felt really nice pressed up against my own.

END



Chemistry



I can't believe I'm actually writing this. I've always had visions of writing but I've never had a story eat at me like this one, so here goes....

Let me tell you about myself. I'm a six foot, 240 pound black man. Women have told me that I'm handsome in a teddy bear sort of way and I've certainly never had any trouble getting laid. In fact, for a good while in my life I was a bit of a hound if you know what I mean. I'm married to a really very nice white woman named Barb. She really is great in a lot of ways, but she just doesn't have sexy going on if you get me. She'll do anything I want but she's so submissive it drives me up the wall. 

Here's a lesson guys: BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU ASK FOR, YOU MIGHT GET IT! We all think we want a woman at our beck and call, but trust me you really don't. I met Karen in a kind of complicated way, after a really bitter revelation about a lady I really loved. I actually only intended for her to be a temporary fucktoy until I got over my last g/f but then she got sick, REALLY sick. As she really didn't have anyone to look after her I couldn't make myself just leave her alone.

One thing led to another and eventually we got married. BIG mistake on my part. While she does love me completely, I can't make myself feel the same. I DO love her, but more like a sister or something. It's a family kind of love. I know, I know, why don't I just leave? Some kind of twisted honor I guess. Anyway here's the crux of what's killing me.

About five or six years back, a friend of mine introduced me to his girl of the moment. Chad is a real a-hole with women, and it never fails to amaze me how he always ends up with some hot female on his arm. Of course, the way he treats them it never lasts very long, but with Barb I had some hope for the guy. She seemed to be hanging tough with him.

Now Chad's a great guy when it comes to male relationships, but he's a right bastard when it comes to women. Karen was a real scorcher too. She stood about five foot five and 120 pounds or so with the nicest boobs I have ever seen. She had soft brown eyes and mouth that was just made to be kissed. From the first minute we met I knew she could be trouble. 

It was Chad's birthday party, and we were at a friend's house that had a pool. Karen was all over me in the water wanting to wrestle and play. I enjoyed the hell out of it. Any man that tells you he doesn't enjoy a sexy wet female wrapping herself around you is either lying or gay. I kept telling her I would pull her top off if she kept jumping on me, but I was bluffing. I mean she was my buddy's girl. 

After the party we all decided to go back to Chad's and watch some flicks, bullshit around a bit. When Karen came out dressed in the short shorts, and a halter I about fell over! I mean this girl was smoking hot!! We divided up into 3 cars since there were so many of us. Chad decided to ride with Jay, another friend of ours, because they were going to stop and pick up some movies. Karen wanted me to ride with her so she wouldn't get lost. 

All the way back across the city we talked, and it was like we had known each other forever. It unnerved the hell out of me. Watching her walk up the step's to Chad's apartment had my dick hard as the first day of school. The shorts she wore left about an inch of creamy smooth buttock hanging out, and what ass it was.

We were the first to get back and right away she started in with the playing again. Standing behind me, rubbing those beautiful knockers on the back of my head. I told her I'd had enough of her teasing and now her top was mine. She squealed and ran for the bedroom, but I was faster, catching her before she could close the door. She fell on the bed on her back, I flipped her over and unclipped the halter and pulled it off her. She immediately turned over on her stomach to try to hide her charms, giggling the whole time. 

That put that gorgeous ass in the air in those shorts that didn't hide much. I could see her wetness on the crotch of the shorts. The smell of her arousal filled my nostrils. Now I knew what they meant about a woman having a man's nose open. She turned over and our eyes locked. I moved down so our lips were almost touching. I could feel her panting breath on my mouth and I knew right at that moment she was mine for the taking. 

I could feel the heat coming off her. It was the hardest thing I had ever done to pull back and walk out of the room, just as the others started to arrive. The rest of the night was filled with her teasing. She never said a word to Chad about what almost happened either. This kind of teasing went on every time I visited. 

One night the gang was over to check out bootleg copies of some movies and she was getting dressed to go out. She came out in these red snakeskin pants and a matching top that stopped all conversation in the room cold. Every dick in the room went instantly hard. I got up to go get something to drink, just to get out of there. She followed me into the kitchen, pouting. God her lips looked so good! 

"What's wrong? Don't you like my outfit?" She asked as she twirled around so I could fully appreciate it.

I reached out and ran my hand up the outside of her thigh from knee to ass. The snakeskin felt so cool and smooth under my fingers. Once again our eyes locked and I filled my hand with that scrumptious ass then pulled her tight to me.

"Listen little girl. You better stop playing with me." I said. "Because I'm not like those little wimps you normally drive crazy out in the 'burbs. I WILL fuck you." I pulled her in tight to me so she could feel nine inches of steel against her stomach, while squeezing that fantastic ass. 

Once again our mouths were so close we could feel the breath from our speech. I lifted my hand, caressed the side of her soft face and let her go. I went back to the living room with my almost forgotten drink. She came out, gave Chad a quick peck on the lips and out she went. The rest of us looked a Chad with confusion written on our faces. He just kind shrugged and went back to talking trash to Dave about some new computer program. 

I decided that before the night was over I would have to have a word with my boy about his lady, before things got out of control. After everyone had left I hung back and sat him down.

"Look dude, you know I love you like a brother right?" I started off. "And that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you?" 

"Yeah man, I know, so what's up? Something's got you all wound up, I could see it all night."

"It's Karen dude." And I proceeded to tell him about everything. He's my boy and he deserved to know.

His reaction just about floored me.

"She's grown dude. She can do what she wants. He shrugged his shoulders. "I'll just drop her if she does anything, but I won't hold it against you."

"But I'LL hold it against me. Just kinda tell her to cool it ok? This can only get ugly if she doesn't. You know me, I'll peel her like a banana." I was trying to be right about this and I knew my self control was slipping....fast!

Careful probing of the rest of the guys revealed that Karen never acted with them the way she did with me, so It's not as if she were just horny for anyone. The chemistry I was feeling was not my imagination; and it was just between us.

What the hell was I supposed to do now? Here was the hottest woman I had ever met and every time I saw her it was getting harder and harder ( no pun intended ) to keep from stripping her down and fucking her brains out. Never mind that she was the woman of one of my best friends, I also had a wife! I just knew things were going to get worse before they got better. Little did I know how much worse they would become.

Barb and my marriage began to deteriorate, mostly due to her "sickness." She was in and out of psyche wards and therapists for the better part of a year. During this time she would become violent, then depressed, then act like nothing was wrong. It went on so long that it began to take its toll on me. For the first time in my life I began to have health issues. High blood pressure, headaches and various other issues. I finally went to see our doctor.

He examined me, then asked a question that led to a chain of events that almost destroyed me.

"Are you under a lot of stress?" he paused before he continued, "Wait. You're married to Barb aren't you?"

I answered yes. He just nodded and then skipped to something else about my diet. The way he cut himself off left me with the feeling there was more he had to say.

"Hold it doc. Yes, Barb is my wife, so what were you going to say?" I asked.

He just sort of shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, being married to her is a lot of stress. I couldn't do it. To deal with her mental issues is a lot on you. Her tendency to hypochondria would drive me insane."

"Are you trying to tell me that Barb isn't REALLY sick? That's it's all in her head?" I asked, completely dumbfounded. "That the last 2 years of E.R. visits and hospitalizations has been completely unnecessary?" My confusion was quickly giving way to anger. 

Dr. Sharpe looked distinctly uncomfortable now, and in his eyes I could finally see the sadness he was holding back. He felt sorry for me. In that moment I knew what I had said was true. There was nothing wrong with Barb, just her inner demons making both our lives hell. I don't think I really heard the rest of what the Doc said, I was in a kind of shock thinking about all the nights I spent sitting at Barb's beside, watching her "suffer" hoping, praying, begging for her to get better. 

The pain of seeing someone you care for hurt; the lost sleep, the fitful rests, the anger at her being put through all the poking, dehumanizing tests that doctors do; it was a soul deep hurt that it was all for nothing. A rage came over me then, like nothing I had ever felt up until that moment. I went home feeling like an absolute fool

When I walked in I slammed the front door so hard a cabinet opened and dishes fell out. I was furious. Barb looked up from the armchair where she spent most of her days looking frail and sickly as always.

I'll spare you the details of this confrontation as you can probably guess how it went. I told her what the docs told me. She denied it. I insisted. She cried. I told her if she cared so little for me that she'd put me through all that, then I wanted a divorce. I was through. I told her I'd give her three months to pull herself together, then I was gone. And I walked out.

Amazingly enough despite her denials, two months later she was working and seemed as healthy as a horse. To me it felt like a kick in the teeth. The docs were right, it was all in her head. She could have done this years ago. There didn't have to be 50k in hospital bills. I didn't have to feel like I'd been run over with a truck. We could have been living a happy life. I felt horrible. It had all been for nothing.

While all this was taking place between myself and Barb, there had been developments between Chad and Karen as well. They had split up. Chad's prickish ways with women had triumphed again. She had moved out, gotten her own place and, "Never wanted to see that son-of-a-bitch ever again." She and I and one other of the gang kept in touch though. She eventually met another a-hole and married him. ( what is it about some women? They pick one rat after another ) 

Anyway, a little time flew by. Barb and I came to the conclusion that with the amount of bills created by her "illness" if we split neither of us would ever have much of a life with all the financial chaos over our heads, so we decided to stay together until we could get the bills down enough that we could afford to split. I still liked her, I just now knew she was a fruitcake and not to take her "spells" seriously.

We had done ok for about a year or so. We got along, the bills were getting paid and life wasn't so bad. I still saw Karen now and again and she seemed happy enough in her marriage, but that crazy chemistry was still there. We both knew it and were careful to never be alone with each other. 

During this time I REALLY got to know Karen and found a lot of things I didn't particularly care for, but since we were just friends it didn't matter so much, but I knew I couldn't be seriously involved with her romantically. She'd make me crazy with her flirtatious ways and shallowness; things Chad had complained as well when they were together. Then she got into a car accident. That was the start of one of the both the best and worst times in my life.

Barb and I were constantly at each other. She had lost her job due to one of her "spells" and not going in. I was being garnisheed for one of her hospital stays. Our sex life which had never been spectacular ceased altogether.

Dave called me up one afternoon.

"Hey man. You hear about Karen?" He asked.

"No. What's up? Did she and Mark have a spat?" I responded.

"No dude. She had a wreck. She's in Fordam Hospital." He said.

"Is she ok? How bad is she?" I was suddenly worried. She might be a shallow little man trap, but she was my friend.

"They say she'll be ok. She broke her collarbone and a couple ribs." He told me.

He told me he was going to visit her later and she told him to ask me if I wanted to go.

"Yeah, of course I want to see her. Pick me up on your way, I'll be ready in a hour or so."

I told Barb about it and of course she wanted to go too, but I wasn't in the mood to put up with her so I wouldn't let her accompany us. She knew Karen from when she was with Chad and had a kind of cautious friendship with her. I just couldn't deal with her bullshit that day. I told her that I'd take her the next day if she felt "up to it." I'm surprised the sarcasm didn't drown her.

Dave picked me up and we proceeded to the hospital. 

We found her room, and went in. I was greeted by the most amazing looking woman I had ever seen. Period. In looks she was everything Karen was, plus something more. I couldn't put my finger on exactly what the difference was, but it was extreme. This is hard to understand unless you could see them side by side. 

This was Karen's older sister Carol. I had heard her mentioned when Chad and Karen were together, but had never met her. A little taller than Karen, she had the same chocolate brown eyes, dark hair, and lovely ass, but where Karen was kind of top heavy, Carol was small, barely a b cup I guessed. Her mouth was a little fuller, and she had small laugh lines bracketing her lips.

Suddenly I realized what the difference was between the two women. Where Karen's eyes were full of calculation and selfishness, Carol's were full of warmth and good humor. The was very little pretension about her. All of this rushed trough my mind in the few seconds while introductions were made. 

There were others present in the room, plus Karen in the hospital bed bandaged and bruised, but for a few seconds all I could see were Carol's eyes boring into mine as we shook hands. Carol's husband Mike was sitting in the only chair in the room with their daughter Kelsey on his lap. 

Mike was a big blonde guy with short hair and a very ruddy complexion. As soon as he spoke alarm bells went off in my head. I didn't know why but something was off about him. Their son Mike, Jr. was leaning over Karen's bed getting a gentle hello hug from Karen. Everyone shifted around the room so there was plenty of room for all of us. 

Somehow Carol ended up standing next to me. We all talked and asked Karen about the accident, how she felt; all the little gestures of concern when someone is hurt. But all through this it seemed as if there was a second conversation going on between me and Carol. I didn't know it at the time, but everyone noticed, except for her husband. I've forgotten what exactly it was I said, but Carol turned to me, put her hand on my arm and smiled.

I had to ask Dave later how it seemed to him, but for me time just stopped. I couldn't hear any sounds, I couldn't see anything but that smile; feel the heat of her fingers on my arm. All of a sudden I KNEW her. Inside and out. I knew what would make her laugh, make her cry; what would make her shiver, make her weak. 

Her face just went scarlet and I knew she knew me as well as I knew her in that one single moment. I could feel my lungs expand and the blood rush through my veins. I felt dizzy like I had been drinking and at the same time I had never seen so clearly in my life. 

As we stood there completely enthralled with each other, her smile slowly faded, leaving her her looking at me with the cutest damn expression of confusion on that beautiful face. I felt like I could fly, my whole body felt supercharged, like a kid on a bicycle pedaling full out down a steep hill. Dave brought me back from wherever I had gone by nudging me in the side.

"Dude, you ok?" He asked.

Feeling like I was coming out of a fog I could focus on the look of concern on his face. I looked around and almost everyone in the room was staring at Carol and I. At that time I was so glad to be dark complexioned so no one could see the flaming blush that rushed up my body.

"Yeah, I'm ok. I just kind of got lost for a second." I glanced at Carol. I've never seen anyone so red before. I smiled at her and she actually got redder.

I was thinking furiously. What the fuck was that? What just happened? A shiver went through me like someone poured ice water down my back. I didn't know what had just happened to me, but I knew I had to know more about this woman.

The rest of the visit went pretty smoothly. Every time our eyes met Carol would blush so beautifully. I could feel the blood begin to rush to my dick and I'd quickly look else where. When Dave and I said goodnight, it was almost a repeat of what happened earlier.

I leaned down and hugged Karen. I told everyone it had been nice to meet them. When I took Karen's hand, I felt that same charge run down my arm when she put her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear.

"You be careful. You're dangerous." She said. I could feel her lips on my ear as she spoke. Somehow I could tell she was smiling as she spoke. I whispered back.

"Only to you. You know this is not over." I said is as soft a voice as I could summon. I could feel a small tremor go through her as I spoke and I could feel myself getting hard against her.

I let go and stepped back feeling the cold rush in to fill the space she had occupied against me. I had to stop myself from kissing her good bye as Dave And I left. Out in the hall Dave turned to me.

"Man, what the hell was that all about? You looked like you were about to kick Karen out of bed and go to work." He asked. 

"Damned If I know dude, but I'm sure gonna find out." I answered as I walked down the hall with my head swimming and the smell of Carol's perfume filling my head.



Chemistry



She had fucked him once. It was a grasping, clutching, heated fuck that was over much too quickly, but the gigantic orgasm had gone on and on. She had never forgotten that fuck, but had never been able to put aside the guilt, either. She had cheated with him. There was no excuse for her behavior, but there was a reason. It was chemistry, pure and simple. There was no other reason for her attraction, because the man wasn't attractive. The chemistry had been too much for her to resist and so,when the opportunity to fuck him arose, she did. Then she felt badly. When she remembered his hugely fat cock penetrating her, though, her pussy got wet and her clit swelled and throbbed. It was a problem, especially when he called her out of the blue more than a year after their quick, hot fuck.

This had happened almost a decade in the past, and Lauren is still beautiful. She was beautiful then, too. Thick, shiny, light brown hair. Big, bed-roomy eyes. Lush curves. Full, well-shaped breasts, and a round, plump ass. Best of all, Lauren is richly, deliciously sensual. She loves to fuck. It's no wonder that, despite the fact her one-time lover no longer lived in our town, that he would call her. He had never forgotten her and that single, hot, delicious fuck. Who could? He had gripped his cock and masturbated countless times remembering her, and he wanted her again. Somehow, he wanted to meet her, to taste her, to have her at least one more time.

At first, Lauren put him off. It was impossible. He was hundreds of miles away. More importantly, she had never been able to resolve the guilt she still felt from cheating. Beneath it all, though, the knowledge that he still wanted her gave her a tingling sensation. The memory, too, of the chemical reaction that had led to that scalding, furtive encounter made her nipples hard and her pussy moist. Meeting him again would almost certainly never happen, but fantasizing about it was unavoidable. Later that night, with her husband at a meeting, she lay naked in her bed and masturbated furiously, imagining another encounter with this man. She rubbed her throbbing, swollen nub and fingered her soaked pussy, writhing as she pictured in her mind what it would be like to fuck him again. She climaxed hard, shuddering on soft, clean sheets. She fell sound asleep.

He started to phone her on a regular basis. While she continued to put him off, with the distance between them there was no way she could actually meet with him, she rarely refused to talk to him. She enjoyed hearing him speak of how desirable she was, how he so frequently masturbated thinking of her, and how desperately he longed to have her again. She laughed at his words, but their effect was undeniable. Finally, one day she admitted to sharing his desire. She even told him that she, too, had been masturbating to fantasies of a new encounter between the two of them. It was at this point they began to try and figure out some way to arrange a meeting, but it certainly appeared to be hopeless.

Lauren hadn't heard from him in several days. In fact, her sexually charged thoughts had begun to fade as real life presented itself starkly before her. Busy at her desk, she reached for the receiver as the telephone rang.

"This is Lauren," she said in a business-like voice.

"I've been thinking about you again," he said.

Lauren was shocked at her body's immediate response. Her breathing instantly became more rapid, her nipples began to stiffen, and there was a tingling rush of excitement between her thighs, "Hello to you, too." She quickly rose from her chair and took a half step, closing the door to her office.

"You are the most delicious woman I've ever been with."

"Am I now?"

She heard him breathing into the phone, and the sounds in the background made her suspect he might be touching himself. That thought only served to increase the excitement she felt. Lauren's pussy was getting wetter. 

"God, yes. I think about fucking you all the time."

"Hmmm, I see. How do you get any work done?"

"I jack off. A lot. I'll bet I do it five or six times a day, and I think about your naked body squirming underneath mine, how hot and slick your tight, little pussy feels when I'm fucking you." 

He was almost grunting the words he was speaking. Lauren was sure now that, while he was talking to her, he was stroking his cock. She remembered that cock, not overly long, but incredibly thick, fat, and very, very hard. Lauren was throbbing with desire. What she really wanted to do at that moment was to get naked, play with her swollen nipples and rub her swollen pussy, definitely not something she could do at work.

"Are you doing that right now?" she asked.

There was a brief pause, muffled breathing, "Yes."

"I like that," she said.

More muffled noises, more breathing, then, "God, I want to fuck you."

"You're making me very wet."

"Oh, God." The breathing was more frantic.

"I love your cock," she said, "I'd like to kiss it, suck on it and then sit on it."

She heard the grunting expulsion of air from his lungs as he convulsed through his orgasm on the other end of the phone.

"All done?"

Another pause before he answered, "Yeah. Whew."

"You're a bastard. Do you know that?"

"What? Why?"

"Because you came, but you're leaving me sitting here all horny."

"Baby, I'll be happy to help you get off."

"I can't! I'm at work, you shit!"

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Come on! You called me here, for God's sake! You knew exactly what you were doing. Thanks a lot! How'd you like it if I did that to you, huh?"

"Hmmmm. Would you?"

"Oh, shut up. I have to go."

"I'm going to be thinking about you."

"Yeah, right."



   Two days later Lauren was just finishing up an important phone call when her assistant buzzed in.

"Hold on just a minute," she told the person to whom she was speaking.

"No," came the voice from the other end of the line, "We're all done here. I'll let you go."

"Okay, well I'll be talking to you again soon." And she disconnected. She hit the intercom button, "Yes?"

"There's a call for you on line four," her assistant said.

"Who is it?" Lauren asked.

"They didn't say."

"Okay, thanks." She punched line four, "This is Lauren."

"What time's your lunch?" It was him.

"Goddamit! What are you doing calling here again?"

"What time is your lunch?" his voice was insistent.

"I don't know, whenever I can get away."

"So, when can you get away?"

"What difference does it make? You're four hundred miles away."

"No," he corrected her, "I'm only a phone call away."

"What do you mean?" she asked, adding, "I really don't have time for this."

"Look," he said, "I feel bad about leaving you hanging the other day, and I want to make it up to you."

"And how do you propose to do that?"

"Lunchtime phone sex?"

"What? No!"

"Why not?"

"Because I have work to do and, besides, what if someone comes walking in the door at home while I'm having phone sex with you? Ever thought about that?"

"Is there anyone at your house right now?"

"Well, no. Not right now."

"And what are the chances of anyone coming home in the middle of the day?"

"That doesn't matter. It only has to happen once. I don't even want to think about it."

"Come on, baby. Live dangerously."

"No! I am not going home and having phone sex in the middle of the day."

"Okay, okay. It was just a thought. Speaking of thoughts, I've been having a whole lot of them. All about you."

"Have you, now?"

"Oh, yes. I keep thinking about your delicious body, your ass, your nipples, your beautiful mouth, your eyes."

"Sounds interesting."

"Interesting isn't the word. When I think about running my hands all over you, my cock gets really hard and I just have to jack off."

"Is that right?" This was making her horny again, in spite of herself.

"Yes, that's right. I came twice last night just picturing it."

"Did you?"

"Yes, I did. And I'm hard right now, too."

"Hmmm. And what are you going to do about that?"

"I'm going to take my dick out and stroke it and, while I'm doing that, I'm going to think about you on your belly in front of me while I fuck you doggy style."

"Sounds like fun."

"It'd be a lot more fun if you joined me."

"I can't."

"Sure you can. You just won't."

"I can't!"

"Yes you can."

"What if someone catches me?"

"Oh, come on. Who's going to catch you? Isn't your house completely empty until, like, five o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Most of the time."

"When's the last time anyone was at your house at one in the afternoon on a weekday?"

"I don't know."

"Live dangerously. I really want to give you a nice, big orgasm."

"I..."

He interrupted her before she could finish, "I want to strip off every piece of clothing you're wearing and throw you on a bed. I want to kiss you everywhere. I want to suck your nipples and trail kisses all the way down your belly, then dip my head between your thighs and..."

This time she interrupted, "Give me twenty five minutes, then call my home number."





She slowly stretched across her bed and dropped the receiver back in its cradle. She was naked and just a little oily. She had dribbled baby oil in various places on her body some time earlier. She was feeling a little droopy, still tingling just a bit from the several large orgasms she'd thoroughly enjoyed. It was tempting to just lie here and doze, but she knew she had to go back to work shortly.

"This was bad!" she thought, "I sneaked off from work and had phone sex with someone, someone who was not my husband!"

Worse yet, she had really liked it. She wanted to do it again sometime. Even more, she wanted to see this person for real. She really, really wanted to fuck him again.

"No!" she told herself, "Don't even think about it! If you start to think about it, you'll just get horny again. You're not going to fuck him, because he's hundreds of miles away."

The problem was that, anytime she allowed herself to remember that one, furtive, explosive coupling she was awash with desire. Reliving that single, brief encounter never, ever failed to bring her to a feverish state of arousal. If another opportunity ever presented itself, she knew there was no way she could resist the temptation. She'd fuck that poor guy's brains out. His name was Roger, and it was a number of years before. He had lived here back then, and they had actually worked at the same place. There was just something about him. It was chemistry. It had to be. He wasn't what anyone would describe as attractive. He did have personality, so that was a plus. Still, on the surface, there seemed to be no apparent reason for Lauren's strong, physical attraction to this man. But there you have it. Almost from the first moment she was around him, she found herself becoming sexually aroused.

At first, her flirtation was subtle. A typical male, he just didn't pick up on it. The flirting became a little more overt, and that was enough. He responded. The little mating dance was on, but not that much came of it. Lauren alternated between guilt and excitement. The other side of this was less complicated. Lauren was a beautiful woman who was flirting with a singularly unattractive man. There was no guilt on his part. Roger was just excited.

The dance went on for a couple of months and then, one day Lauren was much more excited than guilty. There was no one else around at work. Lauren wanted to make a move, but it was still work and there was always a possibility someone else could show up unannounced. She would have to use caution, but the danger only served to incite her to action. She asked him to help her retrieve something from the supply closet. Once inside, she flicked on the light, pulled the door closed, and grabbed him. They kissed and groped each other for quite some time. Finally, though, Lauren became nervous and called a halt to the fun. Still, the supply closet did see some more action over the next couple of weeks.

Roger was selling a coffee table, and posted it on the bulletin board at work. Lauren decided to buy it. He offered to deliver it to her house and she accepted. Delivery day was not a work day for either of them. Lauren was the only one home. The doorbell rang and she answered the door and there he stood, coffee table at his side. She smiled at him. He smiled back, and she invited him in.

Lauren wasn't dressed seductively. She was barefoot, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. She stepped aside, pulling the door wide open to allow him to muscle the table into the entryway. He made it in the door and carefully set the table carefully against the wall, moving to allow Lauren to close the door. She did so, then stepped back inside the entryway to face him. Then he grabbed her.

Pushing her roughly against the wall, Roger pressed his body firmly against hers. She did not resist in any way. His mouth found hers and they kissed passionately. She whimpered into his mouth.

Her nipples became stiff and sensitive and her pussy flooded with moisture. She clutched at him and pulled him against her even harder. She could feel his incredibly thick, hard cock against her body, and she wanted it desperately.

His hands drove up under her shirt and worked the catch on her bra. It popped open easily and his hands were instantly squeezing her naked breasts. Lauren moaned.

  A few moments of this and his hands snaked down her waist to begin fumbling with the button of her jeans. The button was undone, the fly of her jeans was unzipped and his hands slid effortlessly into her panties and around to roughly grip her ass. Lauren had to break their kiss as she gasped and groaned loudly with desire. In the back of her mind, though, the fear of being caught like this sparked like static electricity. She just didn't care.  She was too far gone.

Now Roger was fumbling with his own pants, making short work of them. He pushed them down his thighs, freeing the fat, dribbling hard-on. Lauren felt the heat of it against her bare belly. He pulled her face back to into a kiss, at the same time dragging her jeans down toward her knees. She felt his fingers raking through her pubic hair, pressing into her. He started slightly when he discovered just how soaking wet she really was. The fingers were quickly replaced by the bulbous head of his dick trying to force its way into her, despite the fact that her jeans kept her from spreading her legs. Fucking her up against the wall of her entryway just wasn't going to work, so she stopped him.

Awkwardly, they moved around the corner into the living room and dropped onto the couch. He dragged her jeans mostly off, although they still dangled from one ankle. He kicked his shoes off and, in record time, wiggled out of his pants and underwear, placing one knee on the couch between Lauren's legs, one of which was on the floor.

Rather than allowing him to just slide his cock in her, Lauren reached for it and pulled him up to her mouth. As her lips made contact with the massive purple head, she sipped the dripping pre-cum and licked. Quickly she engulfed the head and shaft, but found that it was so fat that she could barely fit it in her mouth. Roger groaned loudly and, for the very first time since his arrival, spoke.

"If you do that one more minute, I'm going to come in your mouth, and that's not where I want to do that."

She allowed it to plop from between her lips. He pushed her bra and T-shirt up around her neck and, easing onto the couch between her legs, kissed and sucked her nipples. She moaned loudly and, one last time, experienced another little zing of fear about being caught. This was completely forgotten as his thick, hard member penetrated her.

Lauren clutched at him, drawing him down fully on her body. Their coupling was intensely hot, furious and over quickly. Less than two minutes after his cock slid into her, Lauren reached climax. Wave after wave of powerful, shuddering orgasms washed over her, the most intense she had ever experienced in her life. She began to believe they would never end. She was so overcome, she didn't even realize that he, too, was coming. Spurting and spurting deep into her body, he pounded her throughout. The mutual orgasms almost lasted longer than the actual fucking. When it was over, what had been small sparks or zings of fear became a flood of both fear and guilt for Lauren.

He was spent, literally lying on her. She pushed him off until he knelt on the floor next to the couch, and she began to cry.

The next few minutes were as uncomfortable as the earlier few minutes had been passionate. Lauren sobbed as she arranged her clothing and ordered him from the house. Roger was bewildered, but quickly dressed and left.

The next day at work, Lauren ended their affair. For several weeks she lived in fear that she would become pregnant, but it didn't happen. Even more mercifully, he left the company and the state not long after. The problem was that, despite the guilt, whenever she remembered that encounter, she became intensely aroused. She even masturbated thinking of it from time to time. It was, in fact, the most erotic encounter she had ever had in her life. That had not actually been a real problem before, but it was now. 





Lauren's employer scheduled a temporary, out-of-town assignment that would take her through Roger's town. She would fly in, stay one night in a local hotel, and then fly out for a seminar in Cincinnati. All of this would transpire within two weeks. She was stunned and instantly aroused at the possibility.

She broke the news to him at their next lunchtime telephone escapade, but not right away. Lauren had arrived home several minutes before the phone was to ring. All the way there, in fact ever since she had gotten the news of her trip, her pussy was tingling and she could feel the fabric of her bra against her ultra-sensitive nipples. She threw her coat on a chair, making her way to the bedroom and disrobing quickly. Lauren kept glancing at the phone beside her bed, waiting for it to ring. Her clothes, which she would have to put on again later, were neatly folded in a chair. She wiggled out of her panties, deciding she would have to change these before returning to work. She lay down on the bed and began to lightly caress her body. She imagined what it would be like to have his hands all over her, and her fingers slid down her belly and between her legs.

The phone rang. Lauren picked it up and said, "Hello?"

"Hello, yourself." It was him.

"I'm naked. I'm touching myself and thinking about you."

His breathing told her he already had his dick in his hand, "Tell me more."

"I'm thinking about kissing you. I'm thinking about your hands and your mouth all over my body."

"I want to wrap myself around you and feel your ass, your skin."

She moaned.

He went on, "I want to suck on your nipples and kiss all the way down your body. Then I want to kiss and suck your pussy."

"God, I'd like to have your mouth on me right now." Lauren rolled to one side and, reaching into a drawer of her bedside table, pulled out a huge dildo. It was quite a bit longer than his cock, but it was just about the same thickness. His cock, as she well remembered, was amazingly fat.

"I want to crawl up your body after I suck you and kiss you. My face would be all covered with your juice and I'd let you taste yourself on my mouth."

"Hmmm, sounds like fun," said Lauren. She coated the dildo with lubricant, and began to slide it up and down between her legs. "Guess what I'm doing right now," she teased.

"Do tell," he answered.

"I'm getting ready to fuck myself with a great big dildo, and I'm going to pretend it's your cock in me."

The only response she got was an atavistic groan from the other end of the phone line. It sounded as if he had redoubled his stroking, which meant he wouldn't last much longer.




Chemistry



"Don't you come yet," she warned, "I need just a little bit more time, okay?"

"Yeah," he said, breathlessly.

Lauren moaned with pleasure as she slowly inserted the dildo. She remembered vividly the sensation she had experienced the first time he had penetrated her with that hugely fat dick of his. The memory made her shudder and groan. There were groans from the telephone receiver, as well.

"I remember how delicious your cock feels," Lauren said in a husky voice, "God, it's so fat and hot and hard."

"I think about putting it in you all the time," he answered.

Lauren was writhing, naked on the bed. She was sliding the dildo slowly in and out, but now began to pick up speed.

"Wouldn't you like to fuck me again?" she asked.

"Oh God, yes." he hissed.

"Don't you wish you could get naked with me and fuck my brains out?"

"Yes! Yes!" his orgasm was very close.

"I'm so hot, and it's your cock I want fucking me right now."

Roger dropped the phone as he started to come, but she could hear his grunting and groaning all the same. In her mind, he was not hundreds of miles away, but was there. The huge dick pumping in and out of her was not artificial, but was his. She was remembering the heat of that wild coupling from the past and that memory propelled her over the edge. She came.

A full minute passed before she picked up the receiver. He had been on the other end asking for her, but understood she needed a moment to recover.

"Mmmm. That was nice. Want to do it again?" asked Lauren.

"Sure," he replied, "Just give me a couple of minutes to regroup."

"How about we do it face to face?"

"Name the time and place, baby."

"I'll have to get back to you with the details, but I'd say probably about two weeks."

"Are you serious?"

"Yep."

"How did you manage that?"

"I have a business trip coming up and I'll be there where you are overnight."

"No shit?"

"No shit. Let me warn you. I might just fuck you to death when I get there."

"That, my dear, is exactly the way I want to go."





Lauren had arrived and settled into her hotel room by about four that afternoon. She probably should have been thinking about the work she had ahead of her or the next day's connecting flight to Cincinnati. Instead, she called home briefly to tell her husband that she had arrived safely, that she would be going out a little later to grab some dinner, and that she would be going to bed very early. She pleaded that she was exhausted from her flight, and that she would need plenty of rest for the next day's travel and work. She promised to call him from Cincinnati. With more than a little guilt, she replaced the receiver and turned her thoughts to sex.

In fact, during the past couple of weeks, all she had thought about was sex. She had called a moratorium on the phone sex with Roger days ago, but that didn't mean that her mind had strayed far from what was about to happen. Lauren had masturbated more during the past week than, perhaps, she ever had in her life.

"One desperate, heated encounter," she thought, "What was it about that one fuck that has me so obsessed? I mean, he's not even attractive, but I can't stop thinking about him. Jesus! I mean, when that one, single fuck was over, what did I do? I cried my eyes out and told him to get lost, and now I'm pacing all over this hotel room just waiting for him to show up so I can fuck him again!  I mean, Jesus! What's wrong with me?"

Roger wouldn't be getting off work until at least five, but he'd told her he would come straight to her hotel from there. Still, it was going to be at least an hour before he arrived. She tried to watch TV, but that was a waste of time. She checked her bags to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, then went over her paperwork for tomorrow's business in Cincinnati. That killed thirty minutes. She went back to pacing.

Lauren stopped walking the floor finally and stepped into the bathroom. She checked her hair and make-up, then asked herself what she should be wearing when he got there. Her husband had been hovering around while she packed, so she had brought absolutely no lingerie with her. She'd barely been able to get away with sneaking a dildo into her bags. What she had with her was business attire, sweat clothes, sensible underwear and toiletries. Shit! She still had almost half an hour to kill.

She rinsed off in the shower, careful not to wet her hair. As she washed herself in the warm water, the nervousness began to recede. She began to become aroused. Lauren's touching of herself began to change from simple washing up into soft, sensual caresses. Her thoughts began to slow, to relax and to alter from stressed and jittery to purely sexual anticipation. 

Lauren remained in the shower for a long time, letting her hands and the warm water caress her. She stepped out and toweled off. Making her way to the bedroom, she found some massage oil and K-Y lubricant in her overnight bag. Lying down on the bed, she began to apply some oil. She gently rubbed it into her skin, paying special attention to her breasts and inner thighs. By this time Lauren was almost trembling with need. She dribbled a small amount of the K-Y onto her pussy and lightly teased her swollen button. She began to squirm. The fucking motion she made was, at this point, involuntary. She desperately needed to be fucked, but did not want to come now. She wanted to save it and, as she glanced at the bedside clock, knew it would be only a few more minutes.

Rising from the bed, Lauren was a little unsteady on her feet. She focused her thoughts. "How do I look?" she asked herself. "What should I be wearing when I answer the door?" She pushed the bedroom door closed and looked at her naked body in the full length mirror. In her mind's eye she saw a nearly middle-aged woman who was too fat. That was just her own, overly critical view. In reality, what Lauren should have seen in that mirror was a very beautiful face with large, sexy hazel eyes. Her luxurious light brown hair cascaded almost to her shoulders. She should have noticed her beautiful complexion and creamy skin. Her perfectly shaped, 36C breasts did not sag one bit. Although she clearly noticed her soft, slightly Rubenesque tummy, she also had a relatively narrow waist that highlighted her beautifully curving hips with soft, white thighs framing a thatch of brown pubic hair that hid a deliciously wet, tight pussy.

   Dissatisfied with what she saw in the mirror, she was still very much aroused, and this was accentuated by the very real fact that Lauren was keenly aware that the visitor who would soon arrive wanted her so badly that he masturbated constantly to fantasies of her. That thought caused her to flush, a fresh gush of moisture between her legs. Her breasts ached, her pussy throbbed with need. Lauren desperately wanted that hard, fat dick in her now, so much so that, if he didn't arrive very soon, she was going to lie down on that bed and fuck herself.

"Any minute now," she thought, as she pulled open a drawer on the little dresser provided in the bedroom. She drew out a long, oversize T-shirt and pulled it over her head. Stepping once again to the mirror, Lauren smoothed her hair down and looked herself over one last time. Smiling, she could easily tell that she was naked beneath the soft material. In fact, close inspection allowed one to see the faint outlines of her soft nipples through the T-shirt.

She heard a soft knock at the door. Stepping from the bedroom, she walked the short distance to the door. She peered through the peephole and saw it was him. She opened the door, carefully remaining behind it and smiled at him. Neither one spoke a word. He stepped in and she quietly closed the door. He grabbed her and pushed her hard against it as he kissed her hungrily.

   Lauren's soft, generous mouth pressed against his, their tongues entwined. Her whimpering was muffled as his hands began roughly stroking the sides of her thighs. They continued up her body, pushing the soft fabric of the T-shirt along as they traveled. She could feel his rigid cock through his pants. His hands, pushing up the T-shirt as they moved up her body, now reached almost to her armpits. He pulled his body away ever so slightly and slid his hands inward to grasp her swollen breasts. Lauren's head turned to the side and she moaned loudly. Roger squeezed her soft tits and rolled his thumbs directly over her hard, distended nipples. Lauren's throbbing pussy gushed moisture, which actually began to dribble down her thighs.

Suddenly she pushed him away from her. Taking his hand in hers, she led him away from the door. Just a few steps further into the hotel suite was a tiny living room with a small couch. Swiftly, Lauren pulled the T-shirt up over her head and threw it on the floor. She lay down on the couch, one bare foot on the floor, and opened her arms. In a flash, he removed his clothing. He kneeled down between her legs and began to gently suck her wet, swollen sex. This actually had the effect of cooling Lauren down just a bit, because this wasn't one of his talents. The man just wasn't all that good at cunnilingus. Still, Lauren allowed him to fumble around on his knees for a time. She was reluctant to burst his "bubble" of confidence. Finally, though, she simply touched both sides of his head and drew him up to lay on her, skin to skin. Her excitement heightened once again as they kissed, their bodies pressed tightly together. In all this time not a single word had been spoken.

Lauren broke the silence as he tried to enter her, "Stop. Wait. Let's move to the bed, okay?"

Again, with Roger's hand in hers, she led him through the tiny suite to the bedroom. She broke their contact just long enough to draw the bed down. She climbed in, and he followed. As she wrapped her naked body around his, she kissed him passionately. She could feel the oozing pre-cum on her belly, and the searing heat of the hard cock from which it seeped.

She pulled away and, twisting her entire body around on the bed, she drew him on top of her into a "69." While she knew that his tongue was not expert, she wanted badly to suck on him. The first and only time they had actually fucked, she had not been able to really enjoy him in her mouth, and Lauren absolutely loved sucking cock. Her mouth watered as she opened her lips to engulf him. She had never encountered a dick that was this thick! It was not at all long, certainly no more than six inches, but it was hugely, obscenely fat! As her lips began to wrap around it, she found she could barely handle it. The massive thickness filled her entire mouth cavity, stretching her cheeks and nearly gagging her. Despite the far from expert attempts on her lover's part to please her orally, the sensation of tasting and eating his fat, throbbing member threatened to cause Lauren to orgasm prematurely. It was the musky taste of his swollen cock, steadily dribbling pre-cum onto her tongue. It was the rubbery texture of his flesh. It was the surprising heat emanating from his skin. It was the way his dick pulsed every time she rolled her tongue across it. 

As she lay beneath him, Lauren's thighs were splayed open, allowing him access to her hot, dripping little snatch. He was doing his best, but it was a long way from being expert. Cunnilingus just wasn't his forte. Still, despite the amazing cocksucking he was receiving, Roger soldiered on, licking and sucking the moist lips and secret treasures hidden within. 

"My God!" he thought, "Her lips and tongue are amazing! If I let go, I could easily come in her mouth." He redoubled his efforts, focusing hard on eating her pussy. He tilted his head to the side and slowly, firmly slid his wet tongue over her clit.

At that very moment Lauren was busy with her tongue, as well. She had eased most of his dick out of her mouth, allowing her to sip the sticky juice that was oozing from the tip. Just as she tasted it, she felt the pressure of that hot tongue rubbing against her swollen button. A jolt of pleasure shot through her and, while she didn't really explode in orgasm, she definitely experienced a small zing. She gripped his thighs and squirmed from beneath him.

"I want you to fuck me," she said. 

Lauren spread her legs wide and pulled him between them. Suddenly a small jolt shot through her as she realized that she was about to be penetrated without any protection. Over the past couple of weeks, knowing exactly what she was going to do, Lauren had purchased and carefully hidden condoms in her make-up bag. As she unpacked in her hotel room, she had even laid them out within easy reach. As she lay spread-eagle on the bed, however, Lauren was aflame with passion, and she wanted to feel the heat and slick texture of cock penetrating her. Thrusting aside any caution, she clutched his body and pulled him into her.

The bulbous purple head of his cock, still very wet from Lauren's mouth, pressed beyond the lips of her pussy and into the moist darkness within. The incredible sensation of this extremely thick cock forcing wide her vagina, the inexplicable chemistry between herself and this man, and the insane thrill of being taken with no protection of any kind became the catalyst for a massive explosion of orgasm. Lauren grunted and wailed as she convulsed in what may have been the most powerful climax she had ever experienced in her life. 

His fat prick having just sunk completely into her, Roger was astonished that Lauren came so quickly and so hard. Her pussy was tight, hot and wet, but now it squeezed and stroked his organ deliciously. He didn't come, though. Earlier in the day he had masturbated. The anticipation of this rendezvous had proven too much for him. He knew that he was not, generally speaking, attractive to the opposite sex. Roger had never had a woman as beautiful and desirable as Lauren want him as she did, and he had never in his life desired a woman as much as he did her. That one, magic encounter of the past haunted his dreams and fantasies. Hundreds of times over the past several years he had furtively jacked his cock just remembering, the images causing him to burn and always resulting in a thick load of cum spurting from the end of his dick. For days now, the knowledge that he would miraculously get a second opportunity to touch, taste and fuck this delicious woman drove him to frantic masturbation. Today had been no exception. Just a couple of hours prior to arriving at her hotel he had slipped away to a quiet place and, baring his throbbing cock to his hand, had furiously stroked it until it erupted in spasms of hot seed and pleasure. As Lauren writhed and came beneath him, the earlier masturbation served him well. His deep, hard thrusts only drove her to yet more orgasmic pleasure.

Eventually, the waves of climaxes began to die down for Lauren, but she just wanted more. She pulled him down fully on top of her. Their bodies were melded as one. She kissed him passionately and, wrapping her soft, white legs around him, drew him deeper into her. They fucked and fucked and fucked. She felt his chest crushing her distended nipples. She felt the girth of his hard member stretching her cunt. She heard his labored breathing as he, too, finally began to approach climax. She could smell the thick, sweet scent of sex permeating the room. Her tongue slid once again into his mouth and entwined with his, and she moaned as she squirmed beneath his weight. Roger began to pound into her as he came closer and closer to orgasm, and this drew her to the edge of yet another of her own.

And they both came. He suddenly pulled away from her mouth and, looking toward the ceiling, released into her.  She thrust her hips upward to receive his cum and, her bare heels digging into his back, pulled him roughly against her body. Then it was over and Roger collapsed off her body to the side as he gasped for air. Lauren could feel thick, sticky cum dribbling from her pussy.

"I'm crazy," she thought. Then she dozed off.





Lauren probably slept for fifteen minutes. When she awoke, she found her naked body somewhat draped over the naked body of the man lying next to her, which rather embarrassed her. He was awake.

"How long have I been sleeping?" she asked.

"Not long," he replied, smiling.

"I'm starved," she said.

"Well, then," he answered, "Let's go get you something to eat."

"I'm not exactly dressed to go out," she said, suddenly feeling very exposed. She drew the covers up over her in a shy manner.

"Well, what do you propose?"

"We're in a hotel. There's room service."

"That's a pretty good plan," Roger said, reaching to the night stand, "Do they have a menu somewhere?"

"I think it's out in the other room."

"I'll go get it." He rose and strode naked out into the sitting room, returning moments later with the room service menu clutched in his hand.

They perused it for a few moments, and Lauren called and ordered.

"They said our food will be here in about thirty minutes.""That's plenty of time," said Roger, with an evil grin.

"Forget it," Lauren said in a teasingly stern manner, "I'm not into quickies."

"Who said anything about a quickie?"

He pulled her to him and kissed her, running his hands over her soft, smooth skin. His hands cupped her ass and, despite her somewhat awkward shyness, she became instantly aroused. They kissed and touched, rolling around on the bed for some time. Aware of the imminent arrival of the room service delivery, Lauren stopped him and rose. Her naked body only served to arouse her lover even more, and he was reluctant to let her go.

Donning her robe Lauren said, "You just wait right here. I'll get the door when they knock."

He would very much have liked to draw her back onto the bed with him, but the knock on the door came at almost that moment. Lauren slipped out and, shutting the bedroom door, answered. Moments later she poked her head in and told him to put something on and join her.

   So they ate quietly, Lauren once again feeling shy and awkward. When they'd finished, she looked at Roger. She was confused. Part of her just wanted him to leave, but she was still more than a little aroused.

"Maybe you should go," she said.

"Well, if you want me to," he replied.

"It's probably a good idea."

"Can I at least get a goodbye kiss?" he asked.

"Of course you can," and she walked over to where he was sitting.

She took his hand and pulled him up from his seat. Wrapping her arms around him, she leaned in and began to give him a gentle kiss. Their tongues entwined and their bodies pressed against each other more firmly. The kiss went on. She felt his hands creep inside the robe and, as they touched her bare flesh, her pussy began to flood with moisture. The robe came untied and, in a flash, his warm hands were everywhere on her. She could feel his erection, and could not stop herself from reaching into his pants to touch it. The thickness and texture of his hot prick dissolved any thought that she might want him to leave. She collapsed onto the couch with him on top.

As they kissed and touched Roger removed his clothing. While his pants were being discarded to the floor, Lauren pulled the robe from around her shoulders and threw it in a heap beside his pants. Skin against skin, they writhed on the small couch. He penetrated her. She gasped and began wildly squirming as he pumped in and out of her. The thrusting and gyration caused both of them to begin a slow slide to the floor, but it proved to be too hard and too rough for bare skin. Wordlessly they moved back to the bed.

They rolled all over the mattress, their bodies and their mouths entwined. Lauren moaned, her hand clutching his wet, sticky cock as he pumped inside her grip. Eventually, Roger pinned her on her back and penetrated her yet again. They ended on their sides as they ground against each other in frantic motions, kissing and running their hands across damp, naked skin.




Chemistry



Suddenly, he pulled his member from her. Sticky strings of fuck juice clung to his fat, pulsing cock. Roger gripped her thighs as he rose to his knees, and forced her onto her belly. Lauren knew what he wanted, and the thought caused her to shiver with delight. She grabbed pillows and drew them beneath her. She positioned herself face down on the mattress with her soft, white, perfectly round ass tilted upward as an invitation. Accepting, he moved directly behind her and placed his hands on her smooth thighs as he re-entered her soaked vagina.

Long, slow strokes in and out drew almost pitiable wails from Lauren, which were muffled by the sheets and mattress into which her face was pressed. His hands caressed her ass cheeks. Her beautiful face was burrowed into the bed clothes but, from time to time, she surfaced just enough for him to see the contortions of pleasure. She would turn to one side or the other, moaning loudly, licking her full, soft lips. The sight drove him mad with lust and he thrust into her with vigor, and this only served to draw even louder sounds of sexual excitement from her. It fed their passion and their fucking became ever more animalistic. Roger pounded into her, and she drove back against him roughly. His hands grasped at her ass as he fucked her, and he realized he could not keep this pace without coming very soon. He began to slow down even as Lauren gyrated her hips and wiggled against his hot, pulsing cock. His grip on her ass became more firm. Roger used force to control her wild movements, and one thumb slipped between her cheeks to tease the puckered rosebud of her ass. 

This made Lauren even more crazed. Her head tilted up from the bed and she wailed, "Oh, God! Oh, God! Yesssss!"

Roger smiled. Lifting one hand from her back side, he moistened his thumb and, as he stroked in and out of her at a painfully slow pace, he returned his thumb to her sphincter and continued to tease it, rubbing and very gently probing. This was driving Lauren insane. She pressed against his grip, but he controlled her movements with force. The teasing by his thumb continued for a short time, then he pressed the wet tip of the thumb just barely inside her. Driving against his grip, Lauren thrust her hips up and against his thumb, an action which pulled the entire end of the thumb up inside her ass. The sensation of double penetration elicited loud, long, almost pitiable wailing from her which, fortunately, was largely swallowed up in the mattress.

Roger entered into the "double fucking" with real enthusiasm. He alternated between pumping his thick, hard dick deep into her pussy and easing his entire thumb as far up her ass as possible. They settled into a rocking motion, which allowed both penetrations to achieve maximum effect. The concentration required to manage this alternating action kept his orgasm in check, but just barely.

Then he felt Lauren's hand reach back and grab the shaft of his dick. She was pulling it out of her. He released her ass and held his hands out at his sides. Lauren's grip on him was firm. She drew his member up just slightly as she tilted her hips just so. Then his cock was poised at the self-same spot that his thumb had recently occupied. She wanted him to fuck her up the ass! 

Carefully, he pressed the tip of the bulbous head against her sphincter. He applied ever increasing pressure until he could feel it relaxing just enough to allow a small penetration. The sensation was incredible! The heat was the most amazing part of it! Hungry for more, he applied more pressure. More of his cock eased up Lauren's ass. She was holding quite still. More pressure. More penetration. This continued in very slow fashion until Roger's belly was pressed quite firmly against her ass cheeks. Only then did allow himself a small, but firm thrust into her. When he did that she howled into the mattress and thrust her hips back up against him. He began to fuck her, relishing the sensation of heat and the caress of the rubbery, muscular walls of her rectum. For her part, Lauren felt both pain and pleasure. She felt completely taken, completely penetrated, almost ripped asunder, helpless. It was an almost slave-like submission. One touch of her finger to her clit and she would rocket into uncontrolled orgasm. She withheld her finger to prolong the painfully delicious fuck.

But the incredible sensations were causing Roger's self control to break down. The increasing pace of his thrusts up into Lauren's plump, round ass was involuntary. More and more rapidly he pumped. The strokes, gentle at first, morphed into a pounding. She could hear him huffing and grunting as he fucked her, and knew he would come soon. She quickly licked her finger and reached down between her legs to rub herself.

"Unnngghhh!" was the noise that escaped from between Roger's clenched teeth. His eyes scrunched closed. Sweat dribbled from his forehead to his chin. His gut clenched as his entire being condensed into his fat, throbbing cock now buried completely up Lauren's tight, hot ass. There was a single, violent thrust up into her and then, behind his eyelids, Roger saw white stars exploding as jet after jet of steaming, thick semen shot far up her welcoming rectum.

"Ooooohhhh!" was the sound that was swallowed by sheets and mattress as Lauren's forefinger stroked her juicy pussy. The first of countless orgasms roared through her being and she was lost in the white hot intensity of coming and coming and coming.

It seemed to both of them that it would continue forever. Eventually, though, Lauren's violated rectum spit out Roger's slowly softening dick. As it plopped downward, a huge gob of semen dropped to the bed. Lauren's exhausted lover slumped on his knees. For her part, Lauren fell forward directly onto her face and belly, and yet another dollop of thick, white liquid oozed from between her ass cheeks.

   A little more than a minute passed before Roger got up and slipped into the bathroom. The door closed quietly and Lauren heard the shower begin to run.

Guilt and regret began to bleed into her consciousness. "I really am insane," she thought, "I'm here in a hotel, cheating on my husband and, even worse, having totally unprotected sex. What the hell am I thinking? What if I get pregnant? What if I turn up with some sexually transmitted disease? I mean, my God!" Lauren could still hear the shower running. She rolled over onto her back. She could feel another thick gob of her lover's cum oozing between the cheeks of her ass. Strangely, the sensation made her tingle just a little.

"Yes," she thought, her arms crossed upon her chest. She stared up at the white hotel room ceiling, "There's no doubt that I'm crazy. But this was really fun. I did something insane, and I've been a very bad girl. Hmmm, maybe I need a spanking?"

Her fingers traced up and down her belly as she lay there thinking about everything. The anxieties began to recede as Lauren remembered the heat of the afternoon's sex, especially since the unmistakable odor hung richly in the air about her. The fingers that had been lightly caressing her belly now dipped a little lower. She could feel the crinkly hairs of her pubic region.  She closed her eyes and slid one finger between the lips of her pussy. It was still swollen and very sticky with cum. The shower was still running. Lauren was amazed at herself. Just moments ago she had been gripped with fear, regret and guilt. Now she was aroused. She began to rub her pussy with one hand and caress her breasts with the other.

"I'm a slut," she thought, "I'm just a hot, little slut. I loved every second of this. I loved sucking his cock. I loved the way it tasted. I loved the way it felt when he fucked me and oh, God, yes, I loved the way it felt in my ass!" She breathed in deeply as she fingered herself, savoring the musky odor of sex that was pervading the room and the bed. She drew her legs up and splayed them widely. Both hands were now between her legs. With one hand she rubbed her clit and with the other she finger-fucked herself, moaning quietly. The shower was still running, but she didn't notice. She was lost in her masturbation.

Lauren's entire universe shrank to the small, sticky area between her legs. If the room had caught on fire, she would not have noticed. It was the thrill of being bad, the crazy abandon with which she had given her body. It was the chemical reaction caused by this otherwise unattractive man. It was his lust for her. It was the ease with which she coaxed him into passion. It was the danger arising from unprotected sex. It was the tossing aside of every inhibition and the complete free-fall into lasciviousness. Her steaming sex was set afire by the expert ministration provided by her fingers. Lauren's hips thrust upward, then wiggled back and forth on the hotel bed. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, forming a small "O." The shower had stopped, but she took no notice.

Having dried off in the bathroom, Roger stepped naked into the room and was stunned to see Lauren writhing and masturbating on the bed. He made a small sound of surprise. Her eyes opened slightly and she looked at him. She wiggled and squirmed around just enough to give him a clear view of what she was doing. She wanted him to see this very intimate act. She wanted him to watch her self pleasure and to have it arouse him to fresh lust for her. She thrust her hips at him, her eyes on his. She slowly licked her lips.

"I want to suck your dick," she said.

"Damn," he replied, "I don't know if it'll get hard again but, what the hell?" He kneeled on the bed near her face, "Lauren, you are without a doubt the horniest woman I have ever met in my entire life." 

She softly turned her head to one side and, her tongue outstretched, slowly sucked his flaccid member into her mouth. She felt it begin to swell almost instantly.

Furiously, Lauren humped and masturbated. Her legs were drawn up close, her feet together and her knees spread wide as she rubbed and fingered her wet pussy. Roger could hear the squishy sounds as he watched her writhe and suck. Her mouth was hot as she sucked and licked his hardening prick. The sight inflamed him, and he was more than a little surprised at his response. After all, he had already fucked her how many times today? Still, her lips and tongue were starting to drive him crazy, and the sight of her masturbating like a sex-crazed little whore was absolutely delicious.

The sensation of this swelling, hardening, incredibly fat dick in her mouth was propelling Lauren ever closer to yet another orgasm. She was loving him watching her, loving the way he was getting hard in her mouth, loving everything about this totally wicked sexual experience. She whined and whimpered, sending the vibrations all the way through his fat cock, which was now beginning to throb against her tongue. Lauren inserted a second finger in her pussy and began to speed up both her finger fucking and the rubbing of her engorged clit. Her hips writhed, bucking up and down in a simulated fucking motion. She was getting very close to coming. And then she did.

She clamped down with her mouth on his cock. It was completely involuntary. She sucked hard, rolling the entire length of her tongue over both the shaft and head. She grunted as she came and did something that she only rarely did. She squirted cum all over her hands and even onto the sheets. The sight and sensation were enough to propel Roger to orgasm, too. His spurting was definitely not copious, but he did shoot several thin streams of cum into her mouth, which she swallowed greedily as she continued to convulse in pleasure. 

Although his dick was becoming extremely sensitive, Roger allowed it to remain in her mouth while Lauren's orgasms rolled through her soft, curvy body. As she began to relax, though, he pulled it out. His balls felt totally empty and he knew it would be very easy to just drop down onto the bed and sleep for, like, a week. 





Roger got dressed and left not long after that. Despite all that sex, Lauren was still tingly and, for her part, she probably could have fucked him again. She knew she had drained him, though. She knew he had to leave, so she gave him a deep, passionate kiss at the door. It was something he would remember, as if he would forget all that steamy fucking and sucking.

So, Lauren leaned with her back against that hotel room door wearing just a T-shirt. Her eyes were closed, and there was just the hint of a smile on her face. Suddenly, the telephone rang.

"Oh, shit!" she said. She knew it was her husband and her nerves jangled with alarm. Her brain kicked into overdrive, and she allowed the phone to ring several times before she answered. When she did so, her voice was soft, sleepy and almost croaky. It was pure deceit. The conversation lasted less than a minute. Lauren allowed him to believe he had wakened her from a sound sleep. Telling him she was exhausted, though, was not entirely without truth. Promising to call him from Cincinnati, which was her destination of the next day, she broke the connection. Guilt landed on her like a huge pile of sandbags, so it took some considerable time for her to fall asleep. The exertions of an entire afternoon of sex, however, eventually overcame her guilty mind, and she slept soundly until the next morning.





There was no time for guilt until Lauren was safely seated on her plane to Cincinnati. Even then, a chatty woman in the seat next to her kept her occupied for much of the flight. After landing, Lauren rushed with her bags to the hotel shuttle and got her things settled with only enough time to dash to the conference center on the ground floor of her hotel. She registered quickly, then made her way to her seat for a long day of seminar speakers interspersed with meetings.

Finally returning to her room that evening, Lauren was bone tired. She took a long shower, put on a clean T-shirt and crawled into bed. Her guilty thoughts quickly invaded her consciousness.

"I'm a cheating slut," she thought, "It's not as if my husband is a complete asshole who drove me to some other man's arms. I mean, my God, the only thing I wanted out of this little encounter of mine was a hard dick! I wasn't looking for 'emotional fulfillment.' I'm really not looking for anything. I'm just horny. I had an afternoon of sticky, sweaty sex with someone who made me wet and it's time to move on. You know, come to think of it, why do I need to feel guilty at all? I mean, it's not like this whole business has any real chance of being exposed. And it's not like I'm going to do this again anytime soon. I have no intention whatsoever of leaving my husband for some other man. I mean, I love my husband! My problem is that I love to fuck, too. Okay, so I fucked someone. Case closed. Let's move on. I can't go back and erase what I've done. In fact, I wouldn't want to. It was fun. I loved it. If I let myself start to think about it even now, I'll get horny. So, what I've got to do is put this little adventure behind me and get back to being myself, being a good wife. What's done is done.  There, now go to sleep."

Lauren pulled the covers up around her neck, rolled to her side and closed her eyes. Almost immediately she began to drift. Then the noise started. There was a soft moan or sigh. There was the sound of movement, like an irregular thumping, furniture being moved. She heard more moaning. Her eyes came open and her head rose from the pillow. In the dark, she peered around, trying to determine the source of the noises. The room adjacent to hers. She sat up in bed.

The sounds became just a little louder. If she'd had on a television or some music, Lauren wouldn't have been able to hear them at all. This wasn't the most expensive hotel in Cincinnati, but it wasn't Motel Six, and the walls were not tissue. Still, sitting quietly on her bed, Lauren arrived quickly at a conclusion. Someone in the room next to hers was having sex. Just what she needed to hear right now but, in spite of herself, she listened more intently.

"Suck my cock," said a male voice through the wall.

It was electrifying. To Lauren, it almost sounded as if he'd said it to her. A soft, female moan was muffled by what was surely a hard dick being inserted in her mouth. Listening very closely, Lauren could almost hear the sounds of sucking. It wasn't difficult at all to make out the deeper sound of a male groan offered up in pleasure to those lips. Lauren's nipples hardened.

There were long moments of quiet after this, as the woman in the next room got her mouth fucked. Lauren sat silently and pictured this. Without a thought, her hand trailed down between her legs. She was wet and swollen. Touching her pussy felt good, and she kept on doing this as she continued to listen intently for more sounds from the adjacent room.

"Fuck me," said the female voice.

Lauren quickly pulled her T-shirt up over her head and tossed it on the floor. Piling pillows behind her, she laid back, spread her legs, and began to masturbate in earnest.

The sounds from the next room became much more audible. The sex that was happening just inches from her sounded hot and delicious, and Lauren wanted very much to just get up, leave her room and join the two people on the other side of that wall. Instead, she squeezed her naked breasts and rubbed her pussy. Lauren's lush thighs humped lasciviously on her bed as she fucked vicariously along with the couple in the next room.

After a few minutes of this, Lauren flicked on the bedside lamp and, rising, stepped to her bags strewn carelessly on a nearby dresser. She rifled through a couple of them before finding her well-hidden dildo. She'd packed it in the event her tryst didn't work out, and she was especially glad that she'd taken that precaution now.

She pulled the pillows off the bed and spread them on the floor. Kneeling, she faced the wall from which the noises were coming. They were louder now, even more delicious. Standing directly in front of a full length mirror, Lauren dribbled some lubricant onto the huge artificial cock, placed it carefully, then lowered herself onto it. Watching herself, she began to fuck.

   The couple in the adjacent room was now in the throes of passion, and Lauren was about to join them. She began to moan, softly at first, then with more volume. She actually hoped the people next door might hear her. If there was any way to be a part of their sex, she wanted it.

Then, something happened. Lauren's mind strayed in another direction. She imagined herself back at that other hotel, the one from yesterday. In her fantasy, she was riding Roger's hugely fat cock, bouncing and wiggling in ecstasy. Suddenly, her husband was standing in the doorway of that hotel bedroom. He looked straight at them, seeing her writhe on that thick, hard dick, seeing her tits bouncing all over, seeing the look of extreme sexual arousal on her face. In her fantasy, her husband's face was a study in sexual arousal in its own right. In her fantasy, her husband quickly stripped and Lauren watched him begin to stroke his own cock, which was as hard as a metal rod.

"Fuck me!" cried Lauren, probably loud enough to be heard by the people next door. She was lost in her own fantasy, though, and did not even hazard a guess as to what effect extraneous sex sounds might have on the coupling happening in that other room.

Lauren could see her naked body writhing on that stack of pillows. The way she looked in that mirror only served to accentuate her own arousal, and she slid easily back to her fantasy of being watched by her husband. In her imagination, Lauren wiggled up and down, back and forth on her lover. She taunted and tantalized her voyeuristic husband, licking her lips and moaning as she fucked. Then, she imagined her husband stepping into the room, up to the bed and offering his hard-on to her. She imagined sucking it greedily as she fucked her lover. Two cocks at once! The thought was intoxicating, and it pushed her right over the edge into convulsions of orgasm.




Chemistry



This is the first and longest story that I have posted on Literotica. Thinking back, I wouldn't change a thing, as you will discover. I hope all of you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed putting it together. Happy reading and please leave some feedback. I appreciate it!

c_k12

--*--

The definition of chemistry is defined as the interaction of one personality to another. In order for chemistry to happen, you actually have to talk and connect with someone. And that's where I had a problem. I was very shy, and my friends tried really hard to get me out of it, but nothing had worked. And every time they introduced me to a guy, I'd go running off the other way. It was quite embarrassing to be 23, beautiful AND shy. 

I tried working on my confidence and found that it worked...in the mirror. I knew how to respond to most pick up lines, and made myself appear to be bold. But if I wanted that true, real-life experience, then I'd have to get out of the shell and explore. And then one day, I went to the club and had the best experience of my life... 

I sat by the bar at Rain, a popular mingling joint downtown. Finishing a small glass of champagne, I sat back and relaxed with the crowd. Watching the atmosphere ignite, I decided that after a hard week, I deserved this. I wore a little black dress, medium height heels and my lucky silver earrings. My hair was down and I wore no makeup besides lip-gloss. The lights were dim, romantic serenades strumming through the air, and all was perfect. That is, until I suddenly heard someone behind me. 

"Excuse me miss, is this seat taken?" A masculine voice asked. I turned and there stood a tall, handsome man. He had short dark brown hair, blue eyes, and this amazing smile that had pretty much pulled me in. His body was obviously big, wearing a dark blue shirt and khaki pants; if anything, he was the perfect package already. I couldn't hide the big grin on my face.

"No, this seat is not taken." I said. He sat down next to me and I turned to check my messages nervously, though I'd checked for them five minutes ago. From the corner of my eye, I noticed him looking at me. I turned my head and we locked glances. I felt this fluttering in my stomach, a sign that some kind of rush had taken over me. It was unbelievable that he was doing this to me and all I did was look! 

"Would it be wrong if I offered to buy you a drink? " he asked. Still caught in his eyes, my brain finally responded.

"You don't have to do that." I replied. 

"I would like to." He insisted, enticing me with his eyes again. A short pause followed on my end followed by a sweet grin.

"Okay, sure." I caved. He smiled and gestured for the bartender. We were fixed two glasses of wine. "Thank you."

"Anytime. So, do you come here a lot?"

"Well, only when I have time to unwind. This week has been hard on me. You?"

"Not really, just once in a while. And tonight, I had a feeling that something special would happen." He said, flashing his perfect smile. Smiling back, I realized that this was chemistry in the works, and I was certainly enjoying myself. So I kept it up. 

"So, what's your name?"

"My name is Luke. Are you are?"

"Ashlynn. Nice to meet you." I said, holding my hand out to shake his. He took my hand.

"Nice to meet you too, Ashlynn. Very nice." He replied, kissing my hand. I let out a little giggle, electricity flashing through me. This man was truly charming! He then held my hand in his. "I hope I'm not coming off too strong..." 

"No, definitely not." I said, putting my hand over his and absorbing the heat coming off of him. I never imagined that I'd be feeling this way, and nothing in the back of my mind was telling me to shy away, so something was going right. This was good, good indeed. He then grabbed his glass. 

"How about a toast?" he said. I grabbed my glass.

"And what shall we toast to?"

"Let's toast to...being able to unwind and having special things happen." He said, his voice so deep and sultry. He could easily sweep me off of my feet...oh wait, he'd already done that! With a nod, our glasses clinked and we sipped. He took my hands again, softly kneading my fingers with his. "So, what made your week miserable? A pretty woman like yourself shouldn't be stressed out." 

"Yeah, I don't handle stress very well. But I work as a nurse and I'd been working for what seemed to be constant shifts. I felt like I couldn't get away, but I finally got time off and here I am."

"I'm glad you got some time to yourself. I totally understand your shift situation; I do the same at my job. It's stressful, yes, but when you love what you do, it feels different."

"What do you do?"

"I am a fireman at the No. 49 Firehouse." He said, and right away I was more than intrigued. Out of all men, I love those in uniform; cops and firemen are near the top of my list. Looking him up and down, I should've made some kind of assumption that he got that sexy, bulky body doing some kind of heavy work. That's not something you just get at the gym...I suddenly caught myself picturing him lifting me into his arms and lying me onto a bed somewhere... 

"Fireman? Well, you are certainly awesome in my book. There's nothing more admirable than a guy who is willing to serve the community and risk his own life. You have my vote." I said, looking into his eyes again. Those baby blues twinkled in the light and I fluttered once more. In fact, I don't think that my body ever stopped since I first saw him. He stood.

"Would you dance with me?"

"Of course." I said, my breath hitching when he took my hand. He might've been leading me out to the floor, but I felt like I was floating along amongst the sea of mingling individuals. And the people around me seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, my hands sliding up his strong arms and broad shoulders until they met near the back of his neck. Once our eyes met again, I noticed that he towered my 5'8" by at least a head or two. He overqualified in my department of approval, and I hoped that more would come of this. There was much of him to be desired; I had even gone so much as to begin thinking long-term! We swayed to the slow tempo, my body now on fire. Pure muscle was surrounding me and it felt amazing. I also noticed that slowly, our faces got closer and closer until we were an inch from each other. My eyes were half-lidded in lust and his cologne was entrancing... 

"Ashlynn..." he choked out. The tone and gruff in his voice sent shivers down my spine, all of which seemed to go straight between my thighs... "Would it be wrong if I told you that I've been wanting to kiss you since I sat down next to you at the bar?" 

By this moment, my head was swimming, my body turned to putty in his hands. 

"No." I sighed. "I've wanted the same as well." I then said, leaning forward. And with that, his lips took over mine. His arms held me tighter, our chests pressed together as he possessed me. My knees began to weaken and my heart pounded, imagining being held like this every moment for the rest of my life. I wanted that mouth all over my body, burning my skin with every touch and making me moan in exquisite pleasure for more. Drawing a satisfied moan from my lips, he pulled back. I took in more of this wonderful man, lifting my hand to gently caress his strong jaw. Upon hearing his rough, deep breaths, I couldn't help myself, taking another sweet kiss from him. He took me deeper, his hands at the small of my back pressing me up against his body to feel something hard. Though I'd gasped, somehow, I had forgotten that I still needed to breathe in order to live and pulled back this time.

"Something special, huh?" he breathily replied. I nodded.

"Yeah." I whispered, pulling more air into my lungs. He gave me a short kiss.

"Want to get out of here?"

A question that barely needed any thinking upon, one can be sure.

"Yes, let's." I said and we left the club. Getting outside, he held my hand as we walked down the street. I took the time to notice the beautiful night scene; hell, everything was beautiful when you couldn't think about anything but love! We had walked about two blocks and had reached his walkway...

We got into his place, kissing and groping each other. I seemed to feel my heartbeat all over my body, the ache between my legs intensified by this new contact. He picked me up in his arms and held me in a kiss, making me feel like a feather in his embrace. He carried me off to his bedroom and shut the door, pressing me against it. I could feel him very hard against my stomach, and I was definitely going wild down below. He walked us over to the bed and lay down on top of me, stealing a sweet kiss from my lips. I playfully let out a teased sigh when he pulled away, only to be rewarded with searing kisses on my neck. My hands found his head, running fingers through his soft hair as he slowly drove my body into madness. His fingers slid down my sides, grazing my curves until they were underneath my dress, teasing my inner thighs with his thumbs. Softly, I cried out for more, but his hands roved upward, taking the dress up and over my head, leaving me in my black lacy bra and panty set. Once he tossed that aside, I began unbuttoning his shirt, massaging his strong chest and biceps as I pushed it off. He took off his undershirt and my hands continued to travel over his big sexy body. His hard, cut and strong torso was perfect for protection and the focus of my desires. 

He unclasped my bra, cupping the mounds in his hands. He leaned down to lick and suckle my neck, pinching and rubbing my nipples. I thought my cry was soft, that is, until he took his mouth straight to my nipples. I let out a throaty moan, closing my eyes and pushing my chest up for more, unbelieving to the shocks I received. His tongue felt divine on my skin, as if it had been here before. He moved lower, trailing kisses to follow as he reached my panties. It only took seconds before they were pulled down my legs. And then I didn't feel anything. I opened my eyes to find him watching me.

"Ashlynn, you are a beautiful woman." He said. I blushed as his eyes searched mine. I couldn't fight the burning in my cheeks, the true shyness coming out. He smiled as he leaned forward and kissed me. I held his head to mine, pouring out even more how he made me feel into our kiss. I slid my hand down his back and back up to his shoulders, feeling the brief sweat and heat. He teased, pulling away and heading down to my thighs. He pushed them apart, making me jump and gasp when I felt a cool wisp of air near my hot center. Continuing his slight torture, he kissed on either side of my pussy, making me lightly giggle. I felt a cool sensation when my legs opened even more and then I felt his tongue on my clit. When his ministrations increased in speed, I couldn't control myself. I had been drawn up like a spring, ready to uncoil. And when his finger delved deep inside of me, I lost it.

"Fuck! Oh fuck!" I screamed, thrashing my head back on the pillow. I'd never been so sexually vulgar before, but then again, I'd never had someone so talented and sexy between my legs either. Nonetheless he never stopped, pushing another finger into my wet pussy. My mouth became dry, unable to stop moaning and screaming. And he kept giving me tongue and fingers until my toes curled in seemingly endless release.

"Ooh...oh yeah...mmm...yes..." I moaned out once more, riding another wave of bliss and running my hands through his hair, pushing him away. He rose up and kissed me as my hips dropped onto the mattress, my legs wrapping around his now naked lower body. The taste of my arousal on his tongue was strangely more exciting than I expected. His hard, hot member throbbed against my pussy, and there was definitely one place I wanted it to go. Our breaths were heavy as we stared into each other's eyes.

"Tell me what you want, Ashlynn..." he grunted, sliding up against me to tease my clit with his manhood and leaving kisses on my neck. I was still somewhat sensitive, gently writhing from our contact below, but I knew what I needed...

"You...inside...now..." I groaned. With his hands gripping my thighs, he pushed my legs back and set the head of his cock at my entrance. Without any guidance, he leaned forward, sliding into my wet heat and taking my lips with his. I let out a soft cry between our mouths as he continued to slowly sheath his long and thick member inside of me.

"Mmm...you are so tight..." he rasped, still pushing until he was fully deep and then holding still for a moment. He was breathing hard, his cock searing and pulsing with need. I couldn't take it anymore; I had to have him! 

"Oh, Luke...please..." I panted, running my fingernails up his arms and onto his back. Sliding out and forcing in, he seemed to be more in control than I thought he would be when he stopped. 

"Like that?" he asked, doing it again, yet harder this time, bringing the air out of my lungs. I was now gasping and shuddering, taking note that he was very, very good at this. 

"YES!" I nearly screamed, my head back. He seemed satisfied with that answer, taking each thrust to the hilt and beginning an intense climax inside of me. I almost caught a cramp from the increasing tightness of my legs around him. He seemed to go on for a while, and it was coming time for me to release. I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned. Kissing me, he went faster, pulling my leg up on his shoulder.

"Come to me baby..." he whispered, pumping as hard as he could and filling the air with the sounds of our skin colliding. That's all I needed, my head buried back in the pillow and my mouth agape. I moaned incessantly, my whole body set ablaze as I experienced the most delicious orgasm I'd ever gotten. With a strangled groan he thrust twice before shooting his hot essence inside of me. I pulled my arms around his back and held him as he rested on top of me, his harsh breaths tickling my neck.

"Something special." I whispered. He gave my neck a soft kiss and I smiled, realizing that at that moment we could surely be onto something. He got up, withdrawing from my body, and I watched his sexy ass walk into the bathroom. I lay back on the pillow with a pang of emptiness and wondered if I was supposed to stay. Just as I'd hopped out of bed to put on my clothes, he came back out, still naked. I took a good, long look and suddenly wondered why I was trying to leave. He came over to me. 

"Where ya goin'?" he said, pulling me into his arms. I looked up and gave him a playful smile, trailing a fingertip between his pecs.

"You tell me."

His gaze was dreamy and sexy. "Well, you are going to take your clothes back off and stay here."

"I like the sound of that." I said, following suit. He kissed me, making us both moan and then he looked into my eyes, grabbing my hand. I gasped when my hand caressed his semi-hard manhood and I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking slow. He gently moaned and I moaned with him. 

"I can't help myself, babe...you are a very sexy lady...and I like that." He said, taking his hands and gently rubbing my breasts. I took in a breath as his hand moved below, rubbing my clit nice and slow. I could feel him getting even harder. He started biting his lip. 

"Oh baby...damn..." he hissed, rubbing me a little faster. I moaned, moving my hips with his hands and keeping a firm stroke on him. He walked me backwards onto the side of the bed rather quickly, glad that we weren't across the room or I would've surely fallen. I let go of him, letting out a sigh as he pinned my arms above my head and slammed deep inside once more. My chest heaved with pleasure as he pounded me, the bed making slight squeaky sounds. He stood up against the edge, pulling my legs up until my ankles just about met his shoulders, continuing to fuck me really hard and deep. I was 3 and 0 in favor of the pleasure team, about to be served up once more...

"Ohh Luke...that feels so...ahhh..." I gasped, clenching around him. I'd come so hard that sound didn't come out of my mouth! I heard him moan and I opened my eyes to mentally record the way his face and body looked when he came so deep inside of me. He was even sexier with his face contorted in pleasure, his muscles tight and sweaty...I wanted to come home to this every night and I'd be damned if I didn't let him know somehow. He fell down to the bed and brought me on top of him in an embrace.

"How about a shower, sexy?" I said, winking. He let out a deep laugh and carried me off into the bathroom, where more steamy things happened... 

--*--

My eyes slowly opened, trying to adjust to the light of the room. When they finally found sight, I smiled when I found myself in his arms. Shifting a little, he held me tighter and kissed the back of my neck. I gave a little appreciative moan to that.

"Morning, sunshine."

"Morning to you." I replied, turning on my other side to face him. He kissed my forehead and resumed holding me.

"I wish I could just lay here and hold you. I was hooked on you ever since I sat next to you at the bar."

"I was definitely feeling the same way. And it would be nice to just lay here, but I know you might have to work..."

"Yeah, but that's later."

"Well, how about this...you take me home, come on in, and you can hold me as long as you want?" I said, caressing his face. He grinned.

"Deal."

So we got out of bed and I smiled, loving the fact that I was wearing his shirt. I changed back into my dress, not knowing where my thong was. Not really worried, he came from the bathroom wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair ruffled and I almost wanted to strip him... 

We left and in about 5-7 minutes, we arrived at my place. Getting out of the car, I led him to my front door. We got inside and went upstairs to my room. He sat down on my bed while I freshened up. A few minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom wearing a silk nightgown. To me, it was just another thing I wore every day; but to him, it was a different story... 

"What?" I innocently asked as he looked at me with good shock.

"Do you know what you're doing to me right now?" he asked, getting up and walking over to me.

"Not exactly, but I'll let you tell me." I said as he wrapped his arms around me.

"I want to call in sick for work; I'm not going to want to leave you...not for a moment. You are so beautiful...I just want to stay here and watch you smile at me." He said, sincerity in his eyes. A tear fell from my eye and I shook my head, smiling as he wiped it away. 

"Gosh Luke, you are an amazing man! But you know it wouldn't be right to call in. Your co-workers and the community need you, and when you're all done, then I'll be here waiting for you." I replied, and just at that moment I noticed: we didn't even know each other for a whole day and we sound like a couple! But isn't that how chemistry works? You find somebody that you like and like you in return, and you build something from there? If this were chemistry, then you should call us an extreme reaction...but I liked it. Luke was definitely the kind of man that I wanted. I knew last night, and I know it now. He brought my forehead against his. 

"Call it crazy, but I'm already in love with you."

"Call it ironic because so am I." I wholeheartedly replied. He kissed me like he never had before, my knees becoming weak. He lifted me in his arms and carried me onto the bed, holding me and kissing me some more. Come to think of it, I wouldn't want him to leave me...not for a moment. He'd be back, very soon I'm sure. But for now, we had time, so I'd use it well. And he'd started by kissing down my neck. Well, I was turned on now! 

"Luke...you're driving my body crazy! I can't get enough of you!"

"I kind of figured that when you attacked me in the shower last night..."




Chemistry



It was my first day of college. I wandered into my first class which was chemistry 101. We waited for the instructor for twenty minutes or so. Just as I thought I might have the wrong class, the instructor burst through the door. Without a word of apology he started the lecture. He turned out to be a lot more boring than I thought he would be. Finally the hour crawled to a halt. He gave us our assignments and departed. The next class was chemistry lab.

I entered the lab and had a quick look around. Students were wandering around looking at the lab equipment and making jokes about nuclear bombs. The lab instructor showed up exactly on time. She was about forty years old and already sprouting grey hair. She looked really grouchy.

"Find a seat on the lab benches and sit down," she tersely ordered. 

I found a lab bench near the back of the room. Nobody was sitting there which was just fine with me. 

"Okay, everybody choose a lab partner. You will be a pair until the class is over next spring."

I groaned and made no move to find a partner. I didn't need a partner. I always work better alone. It was not to be, the instructor chatted briefly with a girl who then approached me. "I've been assigned to be your lab partner," she informed me.

Great! All I needed for a complex class was female intervention.

"My name is Wendy Roberts," she said, sticking out her hand.

I shook it and said, "I'm Rudy Foreman."

She slid in beside me on the lab bench. She was kind of cute, not like a Playboy model, but definitely cute, a little plump at five feet one or so and about one hundred twenty five pounds.

The lab assistant handed out our experiment assignment sheets. They told what was to be done and how to do it. Wendy and I read it together and suddenly I was glad that I had a partner.

"Does any of this make any sense to you?" I asked.

"Well, yeah. I've been studying chemistry on an amateur basis for about five years so and I aced high school chemistry. I'm familiar with all this basic stuff. It'll be a piece of cake!" she giggled.

"Thank God! It makes no sense to me at all. I guess you get to lead the project since I have no idea what we're doing."

"No problem. I'm sure we'll get along famously," she answered.

So we kicked off the chemistry class. She was studying chemical engineering. I was taking the class because it was a requirement for an electrical engineering degree. I told her I needed heavy duty help with the class and asked her to sit with me during the lectures. She agreed and we set off on a year long adventure together. I turned out to be pretty damned dumb, chemistry wise, but she was a dynamo at work, a fountain of information and generally a chemical whiz. Yes, she saved my dumb ass from a certain "D" or worse. Sometimes she would come to my dorm and study with me. We had our ups and downs, but for they most part we got along very well.

We labored together through the fall and on into winter. By spring, I felt a deep attachment to her. She seemed to have gotten a lot prettier. Finally one day I asked her out.

"You mean like on a date?" she asked.

"That's it exactly! I'll take you anywhere you want to go," I replied sheepishly.

"I wondered how long it would take you to ask me. You lasted a lot longer than I thought you would," she remarked.

"You don't have a boyfriend or a husband hidden away, do you?"

"Nope, there's just little old me. Let me think for a while about where I want to go, okay?"

I smiled my answer to her and held her hand. She squeezed my hand and stepped into my arms. The kiss was unexpected and gentle. Her lips were soft and warm. I could get used to this! That night I discovered I was developing some real, deep feelings for her. 

The next day was Friday. We met in the chem class and sat next to each other as usual. She looked into my eyes and announced, "I know this is our first date, but we've been together for a long time and I trust my judgment. I want to go to San Simeon for the weekend."

It isn't that far from Cal Poly to San Simeon. "Great!" I said. My mind was running a thousand miles an hour as I slowly realized the implications of her suggestion. "I'll get us a couple of motel rooms and we can park all weekend on the beach."

"Don't you want to stay with me?" she pouted.

"Of course I do. I just didn't want to seem like I was pushing you into anything.. I'll get one room."

She smiled at me. "And one king sized bed will do nicely. I guess personal chemistry isn't your forte either."

"That's a fact," I answered, "I haven't had many liaisons with girls so you'll have to forgive my ineptitude."

"I haven't had much experience either, but I'm sure we'll both be more adept on Monday," she giggled.

"I'll pick you up about seven in the morning," I offered.

"It's still early. Why don't we leave now? That way you won't have to make reservations, we'll just find somewhere to land. It's only forty miles up the coast." she replied.

Wow! I hadn't given that possibility a single thought. "Okay, you go get packed and I'll throw some stuff in a bag."

"I'm already packed. All we have to do is go get it. I'll come with you and help you pack," she offered.

I grabbed her hand and dragged her into the dorm. I started tossing clothes into a bag.

"Hey, wait a minute!" she exclaimed, "You've got to pack this stuff right." She started neatly folding and stowing my stuff in the bag. "Boy, you've got a lot to learn."

Feeling humbled and about half stupid I led her to my car, tossed the bag in the back and we were off. We stopped at her place and she returned with her bags. Yes, bags. You know a woman never goes anywhere without enough junk to open a small boutique.

She hopped in the front seat and kissed my lips. She was so soft and warm I damned near didn't make it out of the parking lot. However, I did recover and soon we were driving up Highway One. She slid over next to me in the seat. I could feel one of her magnificent breasts flattening itself against my arm. Soon the motel string along the beach not far from San Simeon hove into view.

"Okay, pick one," I said.

She selected a nice looking motel that had a restaurant attached and a great view of the sea. I checked us into an ocean view room and slapped down my credit card.

She giggled as we carried our bags through the door. As soon as the door shut, she pulled my head down to her lips and started a frantic French kiss. I moaned at the unexpected attention. Now there was absolutely no doubt about what would be the source of the entertainment for the weekend.

"We should take a little nap and then go get something to eat," she suggested.

"That sounds good. We'll take a shower to knock off the road dust. You go first."

"You really do have a lot to learn. We'll shower together," she stated.

"Okay. It's pretty obvious that you are going to have to lead this adventure. I'll just shut up and take orders," I mumbled.

"Yeah I guess I'll have to." she remarked, "Take my clothes off."

I nervously approached her and started to gently unbutton and unzip her ensemble. Her clothes dropped to the floor leaving her in only panties and bra. 

Her hands felt me up as she made quick work of my clothes, leaving me in my boxers.

She presented her bra clasp to me and I clumsily managed to unsnap it. When she turned around I sucked in a big gulp of air. Her breasts were beautiful and big. 

"Get on with it!" she growled.

I grabbed the elastic band around her panties and slowly pulled them to the floor. When I looked up, I was eyeball to eyeball with her pussy. I couldn't help myself. I gave it a snaky little lick. God, it tasted so good! I stood up and her hand went immediately to my boxers. She slid them to the floor and grasped my rapidly hardening cock. Her lips closed over the head as she sucked it gently. Then she let it go.

"Shower time!" she giggled.

We shuffled into the shower together. The water started out cold and then gradually gained warmth. She started soaping me up so I returned the favor. Her wonderful breasts were just as soft as they looked and they had little pink nipples on top that rapidly erected. I rinsed them and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth just as she started soaping and rubbing my dick. I moaned as she washed my genitals. She moaned as I sucked her tits. I released her orbs and soaped her pussy. Wriggling and gasping, her hips swung into motion.

"Oh damn, I can't wait to get to bed. Let's finish now!" she moaned. 

I rinsed her and bent over, kissing her pussy and licking her legs. She trembled in anticipation. We rinsed each other and grabbed a couple of towels. Soon we were dry. She headed for the bed and I trailed along like a happy puppy.

We lay down on top of the covers, feeling each other up and starting to make breeding sounds. "We're gonna mix your fluids with my fluids," she panted, "Isn't chemistry fun?"

I clamped my lips over her mouth and sucked her tongue into me. She responded by thrashing me with her tongue. Releasing her lips I nibbled on her ear lobes and licked her neck. She tasted really good. Next, a nipple found its way into my mouth and I nursed from her, switching between breasts, tasting as much of her as I could. My lips slid greedily down her body until they were right on top of her pussy. "Oh yeah!" she screamed as I sank my tongue into her overheated snatch. She tasted so good I just couldn't stop. She was producing a lot of girl juice and I was lapping up every drop. I sucked her clit in between my lips and made a little buzzing noise. She went insane with lust, humping into my face and damned near crying.

"Let's do it right now!" she barked.

I left her tasty little pussy and skidded up her body. My cock head was resting at her entrance. She bucked her hips and engulfed my turgid member. She squeezed my body to hers. "Promise you'll fuck me forever," she whispered.

"Yes, yes, I promise," I groaned as I drove into her. 

"Oh god, I'm in love with you!" she shouted.

My orgasm was quickly approaching as I whispered, "I'll love you forever."

Her pussy clamped down on my rod and sucked all my cum right into her. I was disabled. I couldn't move. She was stroking the back of my neck and whimpering. Slowly we fell together from the unbelievable heights of ecstasy. We rolled over on our sides. She still had a death grip on me. I was regaining some of my senses but I could tell that even though we were on our first date, I belonged to her completely.

"I have never felt anything like that!" I said quietly into her ear.

"Me too! Maybe this is meant to be."

"You will be my lover and companion for all my life," I panted into her ear.

"Are you proposing to me?" she asked.

"Yes, I guess I am."

"That's good because there is one chemical that is missing from our fluid mix."

"What would that be?" I inquired, already knowing the answer.

"What would you say if I told you that the missing chemical is a birth control pill?" she shyly asked.

"I would say, let's do it some more until we are pregnant!"

"What a relief! I thought you might tell me to get lost."

"You can get lost, lost in lust and in love. Hold me tighter. I want to rub your whole body. I'll never let you go."

As it turned out, we didn't get pregnant that weekend, but by early summer, after we were married I came home one day and she was holding up a little blue stick.

"Let's go make sure," I said, leading her to our bedroom. "After all, as a chemist, you must confirm the results."

She giggled and lay down, inviting me in. God, I love chemistry!! 



Chemistry



"No, chloroform didn't kill her," the Doctor said, cutting Darrin off. "Phosgene did." 

"Phosgene? I don't get it. What the fuck is that?"

"Phosgene was used by the Germans in the gas chambers. It's what chloroform turns into when it's exposed to sunlight. It then becomes deadly if it rises above seventy degrees. That's what killed her."

Darrin flashed first on the hot bottle of chloroform in the bathroom then on the smashed bottle in the dumpster. "I'm sorry, I still don't know anything about chloroform."

"Oh really? Recognize this?" The sheriff pulled an empty bottle out of a bag. "It was in the trash can in your room." 

Darrin flashed on Amanda tossing out the first bottle and going out to get the second.

"We also found this," the sheriff said, pulling out the video camera.

Darrin turned white and sat back in his chair.

"Tell him about the estimated time of death, Doc," the sheriff said. 

"The phosgene likely killed her within minutes of inhalation."

Darrin looked at one then the other, knowing what they were going to say, but hoping they wouldn't. 

The sheriff leaned in and got in Darrin's face. "So basically, you sick little fuck, you raped a dead girl."

Darrin began to dry heave.

"I believe the time of death to be around 11 pm, about the same time the videotape begins," the doctor said. 

"You'll be going away for a very long time, I guarantee you," the sheriff said.

Darrin slumped over, buried his head in his arms and cried. The sheriff and the doctor headed for the door. The sheriff stopped and turned to Darrin one last time. "I can't believe a good-looking kid like you has to resort to such things just to get laid. What made you do it? Why would you use chloroform on that girl?"

Darrin looked up and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "It was there. It was just fucking there."



Chemistry



Cory and I were lab partners for our chemistry class. But fuck chemicals when there was the intense attraction between us like there was. Cory was a good-looking guy, a little short, but I'm not one to pass judgment. 

I had invited him over many times, for dinner, drinks, to hang out with some of my friends, and to listen to play his guitar. He was not, and still is not the best guitarist in the world, but once you've had a bottle of wine, he sounds great. And for another thing, he would always sing Jack Johnson songs. Sexy as hell, even if I'm not the biggest fan.

This one night in particular started out as any other. He brought me the requisite bottle of Beringer White Zin, and I made my famous garden corkscrew pesto pasta, with sautéed chicken. It's a favorite dish of mine, and I always get rave reviews when I make it. The garlic bread was just finishing up, so I finished my glass of wine, refilled it, and took the last drink orders before dinner.

Several of my friends just wanted rum and cokes, or screwdrivers, so it was easy. Dinner was great. We all enjoyed the food and each other's company. As we finished up, we sat around and just talked about all sorts of different topics, from school, the news, sex, especially sex, and telling jokes. 

I don't think I had thought of the possibility of anything happening between Cory and myself, so I was surprised when he started flirting with me in earnest. He and I are naturally big flirts, but as soon as I noticed it was intentional, my interest was piqued. 

We congregated around the couch, where he sat with his acoustic guitar. Our drinks full, we were content to listen to the music and relax. Cory was a great sport, taking requests, and singing his best. Slowly, friends stood up and announced their need to go home to sleep. I stood and wished them a good night, and thanked them for coming over. While I was up, I refilled my glass again.

My spot next to Cory was still empty, so I resumed my position next to him. Only a couple of friends, and one of my roommates remained. While we listened to Cory play, I reached my hand to his thigh, and began caressing it up and down. My friend and roommate moved to my bedroom when Cory announced he was all done.

As the four of us went to my room, Cory got a phone call, and went to the balcony to talk. He was out there for a while, so I went out to check on him. When I went out there, he came back in with me and sat on the couch. I kept running my hands across his back, then down his leg. It was at that point, while he was still on the phone, that he told me he wanted a threesome with my friend and me. I was giddy, and ran back in to my bedroom, while Cory followed me. Mind you, I live on campus, and while I'm in an apartment, it is not as spacious as a normal apartment would be. The three of them, Cory, my roommate, and my friend monopolized my bed, while I sat in my computer chair. Our conversation gravitated towards sex so frequently, that it became the main topic. 

My roommate, still a virgin and planning to stay that way, took her cue, and left for her bedroom on the other side of the apartment. My other friend made room for me on the bed, and I eagerly jumped up. 

Pretty soon Cory was rubbing my leg, then hers, then both of ours. Cory's phone rang again, and he took it in the front room. At that point I whispered to my friend that Cory wanted to have a threesome. I asked her if it was okay. She said, "Chris, I haven't even had sex yet!" then followed up with, "for my first time I want it to be just me and a guy I actually like!"

We laughed when I realized what I had just said. She knew I was far-gone, so it didn't bother her. It ended up becoming a joke between us afterwards. Cory finished up his call, and came back into the room, sitting on the other side of my friend.

I don't describe myself as a lesbian. I'm probably bisexual, but have not yet confirmed that. I've never had sex with a woman, or even had a threesome with another woman. The most I've ever done is kiss them. Sometimes just one at a time, other times more. And that night, I was drunk, which would describe my condition every time I have ever kissed, no, made out with another girl.

Cory watched in awe as my friend and I started to kiss, simply at first, then much longer and deeper. I had finished my bottle of wine, and I was in a very pleasurable place, so I was happy. Cory scooted between the two of us, effectively separating us. Then, he started kissing me passionately while rubbing my friend's leg. He would trade off every couple of minutes, kissing me, then her. 

It was erotic as hell, and then suddenly my friend decided she was going to the couch. I knew why, and in all honesty, I was relieved. In the same second she shut the door behind her, Cory and I started to rip our clothes off. We both knew what we wanted, and we both knew we were about to get it. 

While my memories are blurry and fuzzy because I was so drunk, I can't give details about everything. I do remember most of it, but not everything, or what order they happened in. Cory impressed me by coming prepared, as in bringing his own protection. That was a nice touch, but I was prepared just in case, as I always am. 

I remember him settling down onto my comfortable bed, while I crawled up and started toying with his cock. I don't remember anything spectacular about it, other than it was there, but I do remember his moans. When I couldn't take it anymore, I sucked his swollen dick into my mouth. As I ravaged his cock, he played with my tits. Using both his hands, he lifted them and squeezed, rubbing my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. 

I could tell he was enjoying my oral attentions, so I slowly backed off, and sucked his left nut into my mouth. I can remember the warmth and texture of them – slightly pebbly, but soft, and of course, the egg shaped solid center. Mmmm, just the memory gets me hot still.

He was paying tons of attention to my breasts, which was turning me on to no end. As I raised myself, I asked him to eat me out. Now, I've never been fond of that expression, but for some reason it was the precise thing to say right then and there. Cory and I exchanged places, him kneeling between my legs, and me on my back with legs spread.

Cory leant over and kissed me first, crushing his chest into mine. God that kiss was fucking hot. He lowered himself, and gently spread me open even wider with his fingers. His tongue gently reached out and licked all over, smearing my juices even farther than they were before. My hips started rocking slowly, and he had just started! 

His tongue suddenly pulled back, and then attacked my clit. He flicked it with a fury I've never experienced before or since. The more he licked, the harder I bucked my hips at his face. When he covered my clit with his mouth and sucked, I thought I was going to pass out. It was at that moment I demanded he fuck me. 

He pulled himself up, got off the bed and found his shorts. Cory came back to the bed, sheathed in the condom. Now this is the point where my memory gets fuzzy, but I know he entered me, while I was on my back. In all honesty, we fucked in about every position possible. I am pretty sure that I was riding him reverse cowgirl when he came, but I'm not completely positive.

After a short break, we started up again, this time with me on my knees at the side of my bed (I have a high bed), and him standing at the edge. While he pounded into me, I came, and then begged him to fuck my ass. And fuck my ass he did. Feeling his cock ram in and out of my tight hole, I was screaming his name. I didn't care who heard us. I was getting mine, and I didn't give a fuck about anyone else.

Cory came a second time, and tossed the condom in the trash. I lounged on the bed, allowing my body to delight in the sensations. Cory knelt on the floor, and started freaking out, saying he had to go home. I thought maybe he was having a drug interaction or something, so I asked him to stay. However, he kept saying he couldn't sleep next to anyone. 

That was a relief. I've never asked, nor wanted a hook-up to sleep over. My philosophy is: we fuck, and go our separate ways. It's easy, and it has almost always worked for me. 

The next morning, I awoke to see condom wrappers on the floor, and some of my toys strewn about. I hadn't even remembered using them the night before. I tentatively got up, afraid if I moved to quickly my head would pound furiously. As I reached for my robe, I opened the door and headed to the bathroom. 

Upon exiting, I realized my friend was asleep on the couch. I was afraid she heard everything. However, she woke up shortly after I did, only to announce she had been so tired the night before, she had passed out as soon as her head hit the throw pillow. I was relieved, to say the least. 

But that didn't last long. My roommate came out of her room, and as we were making breakfast, she commented on the large smile on my face. I just smiled even more after she said that. Then she told me she heard everything from the night before. At one point she thought I was being attacked, and almost called campus security. Thank god she didn't. She said she could even hear him slap my ass. Wow. We were loud.

I really let loose that night, and I was glad my lab partner and I became more than "Labby's". I had bruises and sore spots to remember what an intense night of fucking we shared. He was great, and I knew I had to make sure it happened again.



Chemistry



This story is true to most circumstances, but I'll leave out all the heartache because I know that's not what you're here to read about. I would *greatly* appreciate feedback. Enjoy! 

I actually thought I was going to die. 

It was well past midnight, and he had asked me to come over to his place. He and I both know I cannot say 'no' to him. The reason why I thought I was going to die, though, was because we were in the midst of the most violent thunderstorm that had hit our town yet this year. So there I was, having snuck out of my dorm late at night so my friends wouldn't scold me for going over to his place again. The thunder and lightning were, needless to say, frightening. But I had a feeling that what waited for me across campus was well worth the risk. 

I arrived at his door soaked to the bone, even though I had walked over in rain boots and had used an umbrella the whole way there. When it's raining horizontally, there's not much an umbrella can do for you. 

"I just got out of the shower before I came over," I complained, though I was mostly joking. "Tell me why I bothered to dry my hair." 

"Yeah, that spontaneity will get ya every time," Ryan smiled as he welcomed me into his room. He gave me a spare pair of pajamas to wear, since I was decidedly not going to walk back to my dorm room in the pouring rain that night. I know how much he loves to see me walking around in his clothes, so I was more than okay with wearing his pajamas. They smelled like him anyway, and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I changed into them. 

I decided there was no point in wearing my bra any longer--it was soaked with rainwater. I took it off after I had put on his wife beater tank top, which surprisingly didn't hang off my small frame. I could tell by the way he watched me that he had not simply invited me over because he was 'lonely,' as he had told me while he was convincing me to go out into the rain. He eyed me with a barely noticeable hunger in his eyes, and a softness in his face that put me at ease inside. 

Ryan and I have been dating for just over a month now, and if I said the sexual tension between us was suffocating, it would be an understatement. I'm a virgin, and have basically decided that I have been hurt too often in past relationships to just give it up at will. Ryan, on the other hand, has both experience, skill, and a knack for not being able to keep his hands off me. This creates an "interesting" dynamic between us, because every time he touches me, I positively melt. 

We stayed awake almost the entire night together, listening to the rain outside, fooling around a bit, and talking about anything our conversation turned to. Ryan and I are naturally introspective people, so our conversation was always captivating when we wanted it to be. I could talk to him for hours--days, it seemed--and would never get bored. However, before I knew what had happened, it was coming up on 6am, and I started to get sleepy. 

One of my favorite things to do with Ryan was to sleep with him. I loved the way he held me, the way we fit together so perfectly, and one of my favorite things to do was to wake him up by either kissing his neck or his chest. Nevertheless, we both decided we were exhausted, and I curled up next to him as we both fell asleep. 

I had a wonderful dream, though I cannot recall it now. What I do remember was waking up to soft kisses on my cheek and on my neck. I moaned; even though I was still groggy, I loved the way he was kissing me. This was soon overshadowed, however by the sudden intense orgasm that hit me all at once. Little did I know, he had been massaging my pussy lightly while I was asleep. I woke up and, because of my disoriented state, shouted with pleasure. The orgasm seemed to last forever, and he watched me in amazment as I screamed out his name and begged him not to stop. 

"Oh my god," I panted, realizing where I was and what had just happened. "Oh my god, Ryan..."

He kissed me sweetly--the way you would kiss your significant other 'hello' after not having seen him or her in a week or two. He kissed me in that innocent and loving way, as though he were unaware that he had just given me the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced in my young life. 

"Good morning," he whispered, and kissed me again. 

"I'll say," I breathed, still trying to calm myself down. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled himself over to lay on top of me. I loved the weight of his body pressing down on mine. I kissed him slowly, passionately, the way I knew he loved to be kissed. I slipped my hands under his shirt to caress his smooth, muscular back, and ran my fingernails lightly up and down his spine. He shivered and his breath caught in his throat--I loved to make him squirm. 

I started to kiss his neck and was just going to suck on his earlobe when I realized he was once again massaging my pussy, through my panties. I gasped and pulled away slightly to look him in the eye. 

"What are you doing?" I asked playfully. He moaned and kissed me, still rubbing me as my eyes fluttered shut. 

"Let's do it again," he tempted me by lowering his voice. I gently pulled his hand away, and he stopped immediately. 

"No no no," I begged. "Really--once is enough. I mean... That was amazing, and... Once was enough." It was then that I noticed I was already out of breath again. Whether it was his intoxicating kiss or the fact that I was fast approaching my second orgasm, I couldn't tell--but my chest was heaving steadily. I knew full well that I was more than capable of having multiple orgasms, but I also knew that if things kept going the way they were going, I would not be a virgin for much longer. 

"Okay, you're right. That was too fast." I loved how he respected me. He would take whatever pace I asked him to; he would stop whenever I requested. I was so grateful to be with someone like him. He kissed my lips lightly, and I wrapped my arms around his neck once again. Then he lowered his head to my neck and slowly, painfully, placed hot, wet kisses on my skin. I practically squirmed with delight; I closed my eyes and let my mouth fall open while I entangled his hair in my fingers. This is his 'skill' I was talking about earlier--agonizing, intense skill.

He kissed lower and lower, down my body to my stomach—all the while overtop of his tank top I was wearing. As if he were unwrapping a delicate present, he gently lifted his shirt off my belly and kissed me there, as well. My breath caught in my throat and I struggled hard to keep from laughing; I am easily the single most ticklish person on the planet—and he knows this. He slowly lifted his tank top higher and higher, closer to exposing my breasts, but I was in such bliss that I barely noticed. He stopped just below my breasts, and playfully nudged the tank top with his nose. 

"Mmm, you are a handful today," I said with mischief in my voice, biting my lower lip and smiling at him. 

"Okay, I'll stop," he said, and the passion left his voice in the blink of an eye. He gently put my shirt back down and started to move off of me. 

"No no no no!" I giggled, and pulled him back on top of me as I kissed him. He loved to make me beg for him, and I was more than happy to please him. After I felt his body sink back down onto mine, I broke our kiss apart. "You first," I growled in his ear, and he watched me smile devilishly. He laughed, and I loved to watch his eyes sparkle—but not nearly as much as I loved to watch him take his shirt off.

Ryan is quite an athlete, and can sometimes be insecure about his body, even though he was by far the most attractive man I had ever been with. He wasn't a huge guy, but he had muscle tone and took good care of himself physically. He was kneeling over my waist now, straddling me, as he took off his shirt. 

"Happy now?" He asked, and I nodded contently. I knew this game went both ways, however, so I sat up as far as I could and arched my back as I pulled his tank top over my head. I didn't take off my shirt often for him, so I decided to make the show good for him. I took the tank top in both hands and, holding it around the back of his neck, pulled him down onto me again. He kissed me with a little more urgency now, and I spread my legs a little wider so he could lay in between them. I tossed his tank top over the edge of the bed.

I was quite certain that there was no better feeling in the world than his smooth skin pressed hungrily against mine. My nipples had been hard for a while now, and I moaned when his mouth met with them. To be quite honest, I'm indifferent when it comes to nipple play—it doesn't really do anything for me. But I knew how much Ryan was into it, so I let it go on as long as he wished. 

I was keenly aware of his hardened cock pressing temptingly into my inner thigh, and I couldn't help but grind into it ever so slightly. Sure, I'm a virgin, but I love a good tease and if it's done just right, a devilishly 'bad girl' side of me comes out. Truth be told, I was getting there quickly. Ryan's hands were all over me, tempting me to come even further out of my comfort zone. He ran one hand along the elastic of his pajama pants he'd given me to wear, and I moaned deep and low. Because I'm so ticklish, this simple act drove me up the wall with sexual frustration. I breathed hard and managed to ask him to stop. 

"You don't want me to stop," he said, eyeing my reaction as he ran his fingertips along my lower belly. I shivered and groaned again. 

"I hate it when you're right," I sighed. He continued with his hands, and when one slipped inside the pajama pants I was wearing, I didn't even think of stopping him. I knew I was getting dangerously close to pushing him against a wall and fucking his brains out if he didn't stop soon, but my willpower was merely arguing with me in the background at this point.

His hand made its way around to grab my ass, which wasn't something he did very often. I pulled him harder onto me, feeling his erection against my clitoris through our clothes. I rubbed the head of his cock there for a moment, and before I could stop myself, I was slipping my hands inside his pants. I began to pull his pants off—luckily he was wearing pajama pants as well, so it was easier to maneuver. He helped me a bit, and I was glad to finally have him down to just his boxers. I rubbed my hand up and down his erection, and for once he pulled my hand away from him.

"Hey," he breathed uncomfortably. "Take it easy there, babe." I kissed him hard, to let him know I wasn't fooling around. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, and for once I noticed that he was breathing hard as well.

"We'd better slow this down a bit," he cautioned. "You're getting me all caught up in the moment, here."

I smiled evilly and asked innocently, "Who, me?" I shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about... I was just messin' around."

"Yeah, yeah," he smiled.

Naturally, I was only teasing him—I'm a virgin and I want to keep it that way. But I want to have a little fun every now and then. I was sick of living in torment between my moral position as a virgin and my raging sex drive as a college student. Besides, it's amazing how quickly the morals seem to melt away when Ryan kisses my stomach—

I moaned, because that was exactly what he was doing, again. This time was a bit different, however—he was inching his tongue lower and lower beneath my pants. I lifted my hips off the bed slightly, and watched in anticipation as he pulled the pants (which were too big on me) easily off my hips... with his teeth. He sat up and moved to the side of me and, at an agonizingly slow pace, he slid his hands down my legs and took off the pajama pants. What really got me was what he did after this—he slid his hands even more slowly up the insides of my legs as he came over to lie on me again. 

I am a firm believer that women can have orgasms without any clitoral stimulation. I believe that if we're teased enough, aroused enough, and if we want it badly enough, there's no need to actually be stimulated. I say this because, with all that Ryan was doing to me, I was on the very brink of another orgasm. The intensity of the moment and the fact that I had never gone this far with him before was enough excitement to give me what is possibly the best—and by far the worst—feeling in the world. Being on the very edge of an orgasm only rivals the feeling you get just before you jump out of a plane to go skydiving: the anticipation of it all is nearly unbearable. 

Ryan and I were both getting sweaty now, but neither of us showed any sign of stopping. Normally, when I fooled around with Ryan, he would call it quits and we would go to sleep or one of us would leave—it always seemed that he was worried about moving too quickly for me. I slipped both my hands into his boxers and grabbed his tight ass while I spread my legs even further apart. Even his ass was sweaty, and I wanted to satisfy my curiosity even further by getting him to take his boxers off. I kissed his neck slowly—for some reason, this was without a doubt his biggest turn on, and was therefore my means to distract him while I started to slide his boxers down. He started to tremble in my arms, and I could feel infinite tension in all of his muscles as he lay on top of me. I could tell he was concentrating on pacing himself, and this made me want him even more. I was still on the brink of an orgasm, mind you, and wanted badly to push him even further so he would feel the same. 

He caught what my hands were doing and propped himself up on his elbows so he could look me in the eye. "Hey..." he said, his breath short and labored.

"What?" I whispered, gently tugging his boxers down even lower.

"Slow down, babe..." he struggled to keep his breath even. I kissed him lightly.

"No," I breathed, looking him dead in the face with a slight smile. It was most definitely at that point that I realized I was well beyond the point of no return—I wanted to fuck him, and I wasn't going to be convinced otherwise. Ryan, bless his heart, was still ready to hold me back and make sure I didn't make a big mistake by moving too fast. Clearly, I would have to convince him otherwise.

I had his boxers off now, and he kicked them free of his feet and onto the floor. I decided that Ryan had done enough work, and it would have taken more than just him to stop me at this point. I pushed him onto his back and threw myself on top of him, kissing with hot intensity. I clearly surprised him, by the look on his face. He slipped his hands into my panties and I helped him along as he edged them off my body. Finally, we were both naked together.

My hands were tangled in his hair as I kissed him hard, and I straddled him forcefully. His cock, now exposed, was standing against my ass. I grinded my ass against it, loving the feeling of it as much as the look on his face while I did it. I was trying hard not to come right then and there, wanting to save my orgasm for later if I could hold it off. I didn't have much of a choice, however, because Ryan reached down and pulled my ass up off his cock and closer to him. He slipped his fingers past my ass and onto my clitoris, and rubbed it gently. I had been on the edge for a while now, and all I had to do was close my eyes and wait for the orgasm to wash over me. I kissed him while he rubbed, and I continued to grind my hips hard onto him. I finally peaked, and I moaned into our passionate kiss. Before long, waves of pleasure were suffocating me and I broke our kiss to yell with increasing pleasure. He watched me as I screamed louder and louder; I bucked on top of him and my body was writhing with shuddering pleasure. 

I at last came down from the orgasm and struggled to catch my breath. My entire body was exhausted for a few moments, and Ryan kissed my forehead after I collapsed on him and tried to slow my breathing down. My pussy was dripping now; I had come in the midst of the orgasm and it was then that I realized how devastatingly hungry I was for his cock. Before I had even caught my breath, I began to lick, kiss, and hungrily bite my way down his sweaty chest and down to his hips. I was at last facing his cock, which was an impressive 6 inches—more than enough for any virgin, in my opinion. I had never given head before, but I still wanted to try it out to make sure he was enjoying this as much as I was. 

I kissed the head of his cock lightly, and then started to use my tongue more. I moved in slow circles around the head of his cock, and I watched his reaction with pleasure. I took the head out of my mouth and licked the underside from the base all the way to the tip, taking my time. Ryan wound his fingers through his hair and breathed deeply to try to calm himself down—clearly, he was enjoying this so far.

I kissed all around the base of his cock, and then licked my way back up to the head—time to get the job done. I closed my lips around the head of his cock and slowly slid it into my mouth. It was hot and sweaty and pulsating, and I was surprised that I didn't mind having him in my mouth. I tasted his precum on my tongue; also to my surprise, it tasted sweet, and a little salty. I brought my head down even further over his cock and felt the head of it touch the back of my throat. I opened my throat and slid it a little deeper, fighting a gag reflex. I liked this feeling, though. At last it was my turn to be in control, and I was the one keeping Ryan in suspense. I slid his cock in and out several times, my tongue working hard just to keep it interesting. 

I could sense every muscle in his amazing body tensing up, and I was so hot for him I couldn't stand it anymore. We had no doubt been going at it for over an hour now, and I wanted to feel his cock inside me more than anything in the world. I let my tongue play a little more with the head of his cock, and then kissed my way back up to his face. 

He had blushed scarlet while I was sucking on him, and I loved to see him in such a struggle. I kissed him lightly on his lips and neck while he composed himself. I knew he was ready for me when I felt his hands on my ass again, grabbing me hard. I was grinding on his cock again, but with more urgency. I wanted him to fuck me hard.

"Don't stop," I panted, as I could feel his hips involuntarily thrusting towards my ass. "Please don't stop..."

"Are you sure?" He grunted painfully, and I highly doubted that he could stop now even if I asked him to. But I wanted his cock more than anything; there was nothing that could stop me now. 

"Yes," I growled. I could feel the sweat dripping down my back now, and I was so ready for him. "Oh god, I want you so bad... Please don't stop..."

Our bodies were sweaty and slid easily against each other. At last, I could feel the head of his cock teasing my pussy. I was so hungry for it; a deep ache took over my body and my mind. 

"Do it," I begged roughly. "Oh come on, baby... Do it."

He kissed me with a passion and intensity I had never known before, then propped himself up on his elbows. He sat up, and I took his cue and wrapped my legs back around his waist. He took his cock in one hand; his other hand was around my waist. Slowly, gently, he guided his cock to my pussy and I felt the head penetrate me. I put my arms around his neck, as though I was holding on for dear life. 

"Do it," I repeated.

He put his hands on my ass again, and eased me onto his cock. It went in much easier than I expected it to; it was a new feeling that I had never experienced before. I felt full, whole, and hot. My muscles eased around him and it felt more natural after that. There was no sharp pain, just a general discomfort. The uneasiness reflected in my facial expression, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. There is a fine line between pleasure and pain, and as I accepted this new pain, I became hungrier. I wanted more. I quickly grew to love the pain, to derive pleasure from it. I moaned deep and low, and then realized I could feel his heartbeat deep within me. I felt a connection to him I had never known could exist at that moment. 




Chemistry



"Ready?" He whispered, and kissed me.

"Oh yes," I breathed back, still holding onto him. 

We worked together then, he pulled out and I backed away at the same pace. We were perfectly in synch as he came deep into me, filling me up, and then came back out again. We kept a steady pace, and I never wanted this to end. I hoped that, as long as we went slowly, he wouldn't come. I wanted him to keep going forever. It was at this point that a new feeling came over me. I was already deeply aroused by the pain of it all, but now a different kind of pleasure came over me. I hoped that meant Ryan was hitting my G-spot, though I had never experienced this type of orgasm before. I didn't know what to expect, but as he kept thrusting deep within me, I became more aware that he was stimulating me to the core. I held onto him tighter and threatened to speed up our rhythm.

"Oh god," I moaned quietly. He took that as his cue that he was hitting the right spot, and continued. I loved the expression on his face; he was so intense and so focused on me. I could tell he wanted my first time to be something I would never, ever regret. My pleasure continued to increase, and I was scared I would do something to mess it up. Not knowing how to handle myself, I kept thrusting with him, enjoying the pain and the impending pressure of my orgasm. I sped things up even more—not consciously, but as a natural reaction. 

"Oh god, come on baby..." I groaned. 

"You like that?" He pushed harder into me.

"Oh yes... Yes..." I could barely see straight I liked it so much. "Don't stop."

"Don't worry," he laughed. I decided this was the best feeling in the world, and I pushed him faster. Our hips were almost meeting now, but I wanted him deeper inside me. 

"Harder," I prompted. He sped up, but I still wanted more. "Harder... come on, harder, baby... harder..." He added a slight hitch in his rhythm, and I could tell he was trying to go deeper. It still wasn't enough for me—he was making love to me. I wanted him to fuck my brains out. 

"Fuck me," I whispered, wondering what that would mean to him. He thrusted faster and farther into me, and now I could see in his eyes that he wanted exactly what I was asking for. "Fuck me, Ryan," I begged him with my voice and my body. This pleasure I had never experienced before was increasing steadily, but had now leveled off. "Fuck me," I commanded.

"Oh yes..." He was closing his eyes and thrusting harder. His balls had begun to slap lightly against me, and our hips were so close to meeting every time he entered me. "Ohh..."

"Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me!" I was shouting now, and I wanted to throw him back on the bed and have my way with him, but since it was my first time I thought it better to let him be in control. 

The scarlet returned to Ryan's cheeks, and before I knew what had happened, he had pulled out of me and thrown me down hard onto his bed. My breasts bounced as he did so, and he forcefully pulled my legs up to rest on his shoulders. He ravaged me then, and all gentleness was gone. He threw his cock into me.

"OH, Ryan! YES!" I yelled now, not conscious of how loud I was being. He held onto my legs, then leaned into me as he pounded me as hard as he could. I could feel his balls slapping against me, and I could feel that his cock penetrated me as deep as my body would allow him to. He thrusted all the way down to the base of his cock, and was going as fast as he could. In the meantime, I felt something amazing building up inside me—a pleasure I had never experienced before. It continued to grow and intensify, and I begged Ryan to keep going. 

"Harder, baby! Harder! Oh god, I'm gonna come..." My eyes were locked on his and I couldn't stop myself from yelling even louder. "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Yes!!!" 

I was on the brink of my orgasm, and I sensed that Ryan could not take much more. I screamed at him once more to fuck me, and he kept going even though I could see it was a struggle for him to hang on. At last my orgasm came to me, and I felt something I had never felt before—I had come again, but it was much more intense than it was last time. It was so powerful that I almost blacked out; I had to close my eyes and remind myself to breathe as my entire body shook violently with pleasure. 

When he saw that I had finally come, he spread my legs apart and leaned down close to me, and then came into me as well. I could feel him inside of me, shooting his cum hard into me. 

"OH YES..." he grunted hard. "OH GOD, YES... YES!" I was trembling and weak from my orgasm, and feeling him cum hard into me was amazing and new all at once. I was surprised by how much there seemed to be; he filled me up to the brim and I thought it was going to leak out because there was so much. I felt so dirty, so hot—I loved every second of it. 

Finally, he collapsed onto me. Neither of us could speak because we were breathing so hard. The sheets on his bed were damp with sweat and we were both soaked. He was still inside of me, and I wrapped my arms around him and held him on top of me. I could feel him go soft inside of me, but neither of us moved. He lay on top of me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear while we both caught our breath. Eventually he rolled off of me, pulled a dry blanket over both of us, and I curled up in his arms again.

"I promise I'll let you sleep this time," he murmured, and kissed my forehead. I would have answered, but I was already drifting off to sleep in his arms. 



Chemistry



***This is my first submission to Literotica.com. In fact, this is the first story like this I've ever written. Please let me know what you think! Thanks! Enjoy!***

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I learned many things in college. I learned how to set schedules for homework and studying. I learned how to live on my own. I learned lots of scientific theories and the meaning behind many pieces of literature. The most important thing I learned, however, was what I wanted in life.

Of all the memories I have of college, Sheila is definitely the best, most clear, and, sadly, most useful. I met Sheila during my senior year. We were both chemistry majors, and ended up in the same capstone course. As luck would have it, our instructor divided us up into groups of two for our final projects (which lasted the entire semester). However, my luck was good luck, because I got coupled with Sheila.

Sheila was a quiet girl, but very nice and friendly once she knew a person. She was about 5'2". She wasn't skeleton-skinny, but was definitely not big. She was small, but in shape. Her chest was somewhere just below a C cup, but against her small frame, it was perfect. She had long dark hair that had natural red highlights, which she usually wore down.

I'd never met Sheila before, but I had seen her around campus since we had the same degree plan. The college was large, however, so we had never had a class together until then. When we were assigned as project partners, we introduced ourselves.

"Um... hi. I'm Sheila, but I guess you know that already, since Mr. Danes just said our names. So you must be..."

"Chris. Chris Larson. Nice to meet you." I offered my hand, and she shook it. As we shook hands, I couldn't help but notice her looking me over, though I thought nothing of it at the time. 

Now would be a good time to describe myself during college. I was a couple inches shy of 6" tall, and just over 140 lbs. I wasn't ripped or anything, but I considered myself to be in good shape. I had short brown hair that I parted to the side, and, while I never really believed it myself, everyone always said I had a pretty face. I didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing, since I was raised in a family where "pretty" was synonymous with "girly" and "pansy". My previous girlfriends had seemed to like it though, so I had become ok with it.

Anyway, we spent the rest of the class getting to know each other and talking about possible research topics for our thesis (which was the project for the class). I found out that she was an only child and had never really had many friends when she was in grade school and high school. Her grandfather had been a science buff and she had spent a lot of time with him, which is why she was a chemistry major. When she had come to college, she had finally made friends and found people who liked her, but she still retained some of her insecurities from before college, which is why she was shy. As she told me her story, I couldn't help but wonder who wouldn't want to talk to her?

Over the next week we decided on a thesis topic, and scheduled research meetings for every week of the semester, four nights a week: Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. Things started off wonderfully. We met at the library, did research and study until after midnight, then went to a 24-hour breakfast place to wind down and relax. It didn't take long before we became friends, and started calling each other on the nights we didn't get together. However, again, I didn't think too much of it, since she had recently revealed to me that she had a boyfriend from her hometown, who attended another college.

One Wednesday night, about halfway through the semester, she was late to our meeting. I got worried, because she was never late (she usually got there before I did). I took out my cell phone and called her. No answer. I waited another 30 minutes then decided I needed to go find her. 

I went to her dorm room and knocked on the door. No one answered, so I put my ear to the door. I heard a sound, so I knew someone was there.

"Sheila? It's Chris? Are you there?"

The sound stopped for a bit, and then I heard a sniffle. She was crying!

"Chris? What are you... Oh my god! Our meeting!"

I heard Sheila walk to the door, so I pulled my head away. She unlocked and opened the door and waved me into the room. 

"I'm so sorry. It's just that my boyfriend and I just broke up, and.... Oh god Chris..."

She turned away from me, ran to the couch, and continued crying. I wasn't sure what to do. I shut the door, walked over to her, and put my arm around her. She leaned into me, and cried on my shoulder.

"What happened?"

She calmed down, just enough to talk.

"A friend of his called me earlier and told me that he had been cheating on me! Having sex with another girl! The friend said that he was tired of waiting for me and that he called me a... a... a fucking virgin bitch and that if I wasn't going to have sex with him, he'd get it somewhere else! I didn't believe him, so I called my boyfriend and asked him. He said it was true and that he never wanted to see me again. Then he hung up on me, and I just lost it!" 

Her crying continued, and I began to move my hand up and down her arm to comfort her.

"Shh... it's ok. He's obviously a jerk who doesn't deserve you in the first place! And don't worry about missing our meeting. Sometimes things happen. I'm just so sorry this had to happen to you."

"Th- Thank you."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried for at least another 45 minutes. After she had calmed down, I offered to take her out to make her feel better. She said she would rather stay home and go to sleep. She walked me to the door and opened it.

"Thank you again, Chris. This... really meant a lot to me." 

With that she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll be better by Friday, I promise. So, we'll continue our work then. See ya."

"Bye, Sheila. Call me if you need anything, even if it's just someone to cry to."

I turned and left. I was worried about Sheila, and felt bad for her. However, I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss she'd given me. I mean, sure she was in an emotional crisis and I had helped her through it, but something about that kiss had seemed like more than a thank you. I put my hand to my cheek as I walked to my car. I drove home, went to bed, and tried not to make a big deal out of it.

The next day, I went to class, then decided to make sure Sheila was ok. I called her from my cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Sheila. It's Chris. How are you today?"

"Chris! Hi! I'm.... better...."

"You don't sound convincing."

"Yeah, well, I'm not completely over it. I'm sure that will take time. But I spent all night and today thinking about it, and you were right. He didn't deserve me. Speaking of which, I'd like to thank you for helping me through last night. You really didn't have to do that..."

"Don't think anything of it. I'd like to think we've become friends this semester, and that's what friends do."

"Yeah... friends. Anyway, I really want to thank you. What do you say I treat you to dinner tonight? You've always taken me out after our meetings. Well, tonight is my turn. What do you say you pick me up at 7:30?"

Something in her voice....

"Um. Sure! Sounds good. But you really don't have..."

"Great! Then I'll see you at 7:30! Bye!"

"Yeah... bye."

I hung up the phone, and stood thinking for a bit. She had sounded much too happy for a girl who had just broken up with her long-time boyfriend. I came to the conclusion that she was just repressing it and trying to act happy so she would feel happy. I decided I would talk to her about it tonight to make sure she didn't hold in her feelings.

I looked at my watch. It was 5:30. I went home, studied a little bit, then showered and dressed. For some reason, I dressed a little nicer than usual. I got to her apartment around 7:40 and knocked on the door. She opened the door and stepped out. My jaw almost literally dropped open when I saw her.

She had on a sexy red dress that went halfway below her knees. Her hair was up, which I had never seen, and looked damned good. She had on sensible heels that made what little of her legs I could see stand out even more than they already did. She had put on make-up, something else I had never seen, but did not wear a lot of it. To be honest she didn't need it, but it did look good.

"You're late," she said, as she locked the door. I started to apologize before I saw the smirk on her face. We both started laughing and turned to go to the car.

"Well, aren't you going to offer me your arm?" That took me off guard, but when a girl that looks like she did that night asks you to do something, you do it. I stuck out my elbow, and she put her arm in mine. I walked her to the car, opened the door for her, and helped her in. I shut the door, walked around to the driver's side, got in, and started the car.

"So, where are we going, madam?"

"The Italian place over on 42nd."

That really took me by surprise.

"Really? But that place is expensi.."

"Shut up and drive." She winked at me, and I did as she said.

We got to the restaurant and walked in arm-in-arm. 

"Reservation for two. Sheila."

We were taken to a private room with one table that had a single candle on it between the place settings. We sat, and I tried to say something, but she cut me off with a shake of her head. It was only after we had received our food (after the appetizers and salad) that anything was said, and it was her who started the conversation.

"I really do appreciate what you did last night. I've never had anyone treat me as nice as you did, and that includes that jerk I used to call my boyfriend."

"Well like I said, we're friends, and that's what fri-" 

Suddenly, I felt something on my leg. It startled me at first, but then I realized what it was. She was rubbing my leg with her foot under the table.

"Well, I was thinking. I'm really glad that I never did have sex with him. I had thought about it, and almost did a couple times. But now I know I would have just regretted it. I knew I was saving myself for a reason, and I think I've found that reason."

When she said that, her foot went dangerously high. It was only dangerous, because I knew I would have to be standing and walking soon. I was so stunned and shocked at witnessing this behavior from Sheila that I couldn't speak. We finished our meal in silence. When the waiter came back and asked us if we wanted any desert, Sheila answered.

"No thank you. We have desert waiting back home."

Sheila paid the check, and I insisted on leaving the tip. The guy in me wouldn't allow me to let her pay everything. After that, we stood (luckily, talking with the waiter had helped my, um, situation) and walked back to the car. However, things had changed. She was more leading than following. I helped her into the car, got in the driver's side, and started the car. 

Sheila placed her hand on my leg and said,

"My roommate is home, and I don't feel like talking to her. Can we go back to your apartment?"

I lived in a one bedroom apartment by myself. I had found that living with others destroyed my study habits, so my junior year, I had begun renting an apartment. I only nodded to her, swallowed hard, and began to drive. We were coming up to a convenience store, and Sheila told me to pull over. I began to ask why, but in the theme of the night, she interrupted me by simply ordering me to pull over again. I did, and she got out and went into the store.

She came out with a rather large bag. She got in the car, and we went back to my apartment. I opened the door, and she walked right on in and went straight for the fridge. I heard her open the door, and heard glass hitting glass.

So, she had bought beer.

"Would you like a drink?" I heard her say from the kitchen.

"Sure, thanks!" I said. She came into the living room, where I was sitting on the couch, and sat beside me, handing me my drink. We opened our drinks, and drank in silence just looking at each other. When our bottles were empty, she took them and put them on the table. She turned towards me, and took my hands in hers, turning me towards her.

"You really have no idea how much last night meant to me. I've decided that I never want to be tempted to give myself away to another jerk like that bastard ever again. Instead, I want to give myself to you. Tonight."

She looked me right in the eyes, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Sheila, I..."

She put her finger to my lips.

"Quiet. I've thought about this. In fact, I've thought about it all semester. I was actually going to break up with my boyfriend because of you, but he beat me to it. I wasn't upset that we broke up, I was just upset about what he did and said."

When she said that, I could see a twinge of the previous night's pain in her eyes. It quickly cleared, though, as she continued speaking.

"You are the nicest, most polite guy I've ever known. Most of the guys I know and have known are jerks. I don't want to risk getting drunk or caught up in the moment and giving them my virginity. I want it to be special. I want it to be with some one I know and trust. I want it to be with someone I.... with someone I love."

Woah.

"I love you, Chris. I've known that for a couple weeks now. I know we haven't known each other very long, but you're so different. My feelings for you are so different. I tried to tell myself that it's all in my head, but it isn't. I know that now. I love you Chris."

"Sheila, I..."

Before I could finish, she leaned over and kissed me. It was a very gentile, very sensuous kiss on the lips. It lasted what seemed like forever, although in reality it couldn't have been more than a minute. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. The kiss had been the single best kiss I'd ever shared, and she could see that in my eyes. She smiled at me, put her hands on my face, pulled me to her, and kissed me again. This time, it was a hard, deep, passionate kiss. Our lips parted and her tongue immediately invaded my mouth. 

Our kiss deepened into a full-on make-out session. Our hands were running up and down each other's bodies, and she was beginning to moan quietly. After about 15 minutes of this, she broke from and pushed me down onto my back, and slid down my body.

Before I could say anything, she had my pants undone and pulled down to my ankles. My boxers were tenting up, and she grabbed me through the fabric and began to run her hand up and down. All thoughts of protest left my mind as incredible feelings rushed to my brain. I almost didn't notice when she slipped my boxers down and took my cock directly into her hand.

It felt so incredible. I had never felt so good before. She didn't know it, but I was a virgin too. I had fooled around with girls, but had never gone all the way. However, no other girl had ever made me feel so good. As she continued stroking me, she leaned down and gently licked the head. This made me shiver and groan, and I looked down just quick enough to see her smile at my reaction. With that, she gripped my tightly, pulled all the way down to my balls to pull my skin down and tight, and took me into her mouth.

I saw stars.

It felt unbelievable. Indescribable. She moved her head up and down and she licked and sucked. I didn't realize it, but I had begun bucking my hips, trying to fuck her mouth. She must have done this before (to my utter surprise) because she moved her head in time with my bucking, which made all that much better.

My balls began that familiar tingle, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I had, apparently, been groaning and panting, but between these I tried to tell her I was close. She responded by wrapping her lips around my head, sucking gently but continuously, and moving her hand up and down on my shaft.

I couldn't have held back even if I had tried. I exploded in to her mouth as my vision went black again. She began moving her head up and down again, licking my head, until I finished. I slumped back, having no feeling left anywhere, and felt her get up. I heard her close the bathroom door and heard the sink run. My mind and heart were both racing.

By the time she came back, I was regaining feeling. I had shut my eyes, and heard her walk up to the couch. I opened my eyes to see Sheila standing before me, wearing only her bra and panties.

I felt my cock twitch.

She pulled on my shirt, and I sat up. She pulled off my shirt, and then took my pants and boxers off from around my ankles. As I sat there naked, staring at her, I began to think about what was going on, and if it should be. Those thoughts didn't last long however. 

Sheila sat on my lap, and began kissing my neck. She turned and lay down on the couch, pulling me with her. I was lost in the moment. I began kissing her neck, shoulder, chest, ear, anything within reach of my lips. She seemed to enjoy the attention as she started squirming. My hand began roaming, and she arched her back. I reached behind her and undid her bra. I took it off and dropped it on the floor and began to massage her breast as I kissed her.

She really started squirming, and I moved my hand slowly downward to her panties. I rubbed over them and she moaned. I could feel her wetness dripping through the cloth. I pulled the panties away from her and slid my hand underneath. I began massaging her lips, until I moved upward and found her clit. I gave it a quick, but gentle, flick, and this caused her to buck her hips up. I was expecting this, so I caught her hips in my hands and slid down, pulling her panties off.

I dropped them next to her bra and leaned down between her legs. My tongue found its way between her lips and began licking up and down. She was really enjoying this attention. She began moaning and moving her hips to try to either get my tongue inside or touching her clit. I avoided both, wanting to tease her a bit, but as her groans became whimpers, I could no longer stop myself. I moved my tongue to her clit and flicked it. She gasped and breathed in. Before she could breathe out I did it again. And again. I kept doing it until she gasped out her breathe and sharply drew in another. 

She reached down and grabbed my head, pushing me harder into her. I increased the speed and pressure of my licking, and she began bucking her hips. When she bucked up, I pushed my tongue into her, effectively fucking her with my tongue. When she bucked back down, I licked her clit again. This continued until her whimpers became groans, and her groans became moans. She began bucking extremely fast so I wrapped my arms around her legs to hold her still, pulled her hood away from her clit exposing it, and began licking it with all I had. 

Her moans stopped. Her mouth was open, her eyes were bulging, but she made no sound. Her hips began slowly and steadly rising and I rose with them, never stopping my attack on her clit. Just as she was up as high as her hips would let her, she dropped back down and started bucking furiously.

"Oh my GOD! OH..... MY.... GOD.... N- N- No.... Don't.... DON'T stop... Oh God.... Oh God Oh God Oh God.... YES...."

Her orgasm consumed her. She shouted out, probably unaware that she was doing so. Her hips bucked so hard I thought she was going to bruise my face. I didn't care though. I just kept licking until she pushed me away, shuddering, repeating "Oh my god... Oh... my god..."

I crawled up her body, kissing every inch on the way as she shuddered beneath me, and laid down next to her. My cock was hard again, and she must have felt it against her leg, because she reached over and started and gave it one stroke. 

After she calmed down and regained herself, she turned and kissed me on the forehead. She asked me if I wanted another drink. I said yes, and she got up and walked, naked, to my kitchen. 




Chemistry



I heard her get the drinks from my fridge, but when we came back she had the bottles in one hand, and the bag from the store in the other. She handed me my drink, set the bag down, and we drank our drinks, holding and caressing each other. When we had finished, she put our empty bottles next to the other two, grabbed the bag in one hand, my hand in the other, and started walking.

"Where are we going?"

"To the bedroom," she said, and she handed me the bag as we went. When we got there, she released my hand, and went and lay on my bed under the covers. Seeing her under the covers and knowing that she was naked (even though I couldn't see it), was so sexy that I began to get hard again.

"Come here and open the bag." Again, I did as I was told. I sat on the bed, opened the bag, and looked inside. It was a box of Trojan condoms.

"Get one, and come to bed." The way she said "come to bed" reminded me of the way couples, husbands and wives, talk to each other. This thought pleased me and turned me on even more. By the time I had the condom and was in bed, I was full hard again.

"Put it on." I did just that. I opened the wrapper, pulled out the condom, and slid it on. 

She laid on her back and spread her legs apart. I got in between them, and she took my now protected cock in her hand and guided me to her opening. She placed me right at the entrance, and I looked her in the eyes. I was looking for any reason not to do this. I got the opposite. She put her hands on my ass and began pulling me into her, ever so slowly.

I'm not exactly a small guy when it comes to this matter. I'm only about 7" long when I'm completely hard, but I'm about an inch and a half thick at least. I didn't want to hurt her, so I let her guide me, start me, and stop me. She pulled me into her just until the head popped in. Then she stopped and gasped. 

I had hurt her. I could see it in her face.

"Should we stop?" I asked her. She shook her head no, took a deep breath, and pulled me closer still. I got about an inch in before she stopped me.

"Just stay like that."

I didn't move. I began to feel her relax around me, and her breathing began to return to normal. I even began to feel her contract around me. She was learning to tighten herself around me, and it felt great.

She began pulling me again, then stopped. This continued until I felt something blocking my way. I was against her hymen. She relaxed around me, then pushed me back so I pulled out of her but stopped me when just the tip was in. She took a deep breath and pulled me all the way back in to her hymen and back out again. She continued doing this, and each time I felt her relax a little more. Then she pulled me out to the tip, looked up at me, and nodded.

"Do it. Please."

She took a breath, and I pushed into her. All the way into her. I broke though her hymen, which made her gasp, but she caught her breath as I kept pushing in. When I was all the way in, I stopped and didn't move. I saw a couple of tears drop from her eyes, from the pain. I tried to pull out, but she held me in.

"No. Don't. I want this. I love you, Chris. I want this to be with you."

With that, she began to relax, and began to move me in and out of her, starting with moving only and inch or so. Eventually, I was sliding all the way in and out of her, and she was starting to enjoy it. She closed her eyes and began to moan as I slid in and out. She began to buck against me, and I took that as my cue.

When she bucked up, I reached one arm around her and held myself up with the other. I began to pump a little harder and a littler faster, lifting her hips to reach different parts of her, even as she continued to buck against me.

"Oh my God, Chris. That feels so.... So good... I've never felt.. *gasp* felt anything like this... " She kept moaning and calling out as I continued to move faster and harder. Her bucking became too much for me to control, so I removed my arm from her waist, and moved my hand to her clit. I began rubbing her clit as we bucked together, and she breathed in sharply.

"OH my GOD!! YES! Do that!!! Oh, please... please don't STOP.. NO DON'T STOP... Oh Yes... Oh God YES..."

By this time, all gentleness was gone. We were fucking. Pure, lustful fucking. I was moving in and out of her as fast and hard as I could while I rubbed her clit at the speed I had learned she likes earlier that night. Her bucking became fierce until she went complete stiff and still. I continued my movements, as she began to shudder. Suddenly she burst into spasm, wrapping her arms and legs around me, pulling me into her hard and tight, and telling me to go harder, faster, and not stop.

This was all getting too much for me, and her orgasm put me over the top. When she wrapped around me and pulled me tighter into her, I lost control. I slammed into her as I came, over and over again, never stopping what I was doing until we both were worn out, and couldn't move. 

I pulled out of her, got up, and disposed of the condom. When I got back into bed, she was still shuddering. We held each other, albeit weakly, until we fell asleep in each others arms.

The next day I woke up and felt something in my arms. I looked, saw Sheila sleeping in my arms, and smiled. This, I knew right then and there, was what I wanted to wake up to every morning. Later that day, I bought a ring, took her out, and proposed to her. She accepted, and we got married that summer, after we graduated. 



Chemistry



I'd eyed him before in class, surreptitiously, looking away sharply when it seemed he would catch me at it. He was fascinating to me, physically. His shoulder-length, curly hair put me in mind of an Argentinean football player, and he gave the illusion of being tall, somehow, though I'd seen him in a crowd and he wasn't.

He didn't seem to have any friends in the class, though he seemed friendly with everyone— not the loner type, not like me— and on that day he was sitting alone, toying idly with his pen.

On an impulse, very unlike me, I walked straight up and stood above him.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" I asked.

He smiled and gestured, and I felt a quickening of heartbeat, a chill running over my shoulders. His face was so many things at once. Strong, soft, mischievous. Hot.

Before I could blush I turned, on the pretext of slipping off my bag and sliding into the seat beside him. I felt his eyes on me and looked up. He was still smiling.

"I'm Andriy," he said.

"Laura," I replied.

By the time I had taken out my books the lecturer had started, and there was nothing else to be said. My attention remained divided between the lesson and Andriy. His cologne was making me light-headed, in a way that caused me to scold myself for being ridiculous. His forearms and hands were muscular and sleek.

The lecture seemed to end abruptly, the sound of so many people packing up at once rising to a roar in my ears. I blinked. Andriy was still looking at his page, tapping his pen thoughtfully. He looked up to me with dark chocolate eyes.

"Confusing," he laughed, and closed the book.

"I could help," I'd blurted out before my brain had the slightest chance to think about it. A suspicion formed itself in the back of my mind. Not another one, I moaned internally, not again.

For a moment he just looked at me, then he nodded.

"That would be fantastic. What are you doing at three tomorrow?"

"Nothing," I replied, almost truthfully.

"I'll meet you out the front of the library, then?" He asked, as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

"Sounds great!" I beamed. He walked off, but I lingered, putting my things away, smelling his scent still. 

I put it out of my mind, as much as possible. I told myself I was just helping a guy with his studies, that this had nothing to do with anything. I was finding it hard to convince myself.

I was there at ten to three. I had initially planned to get there right on time, but habit won out over concerns of appearances in the end. I had accepted my own dare and wore a low-cut top which exposed my belly where it didn't quite meet my tight, faded jeans.

The glass of the library's front windows was reasonably reflective on such a cloudy day, and while I appeared to look around, I studied myself. Did I look like I was trying too hard? I began to fear so, and entertain wild notions of running home to change into something else. Taking a deep breath, I straightened my thin-framed glasses and ran fingers through my newly-washed hair.

It was at that point I saw him in the glass. He was no more than five steps away, walking casually. He had to have seen me preening myself girlishly. God, what would he think?

I turned as nonchalantly as possibly, and acted surprised to see him there, but not too surprised. Pleasantly surprised. He was smiling again, but this time there was something in it. Was he laughing at me?

"Hi," I said, brightly.

"Hi," he responded. Definitely amused.

"On the second floor, do you think?" I asked, trying to escape his regard.

"Sure," He agreed easily, and we went inside.

We had found a secluded corner of the library and sat side-by-side. As promised, I helped him with his class work. His problems all stemmed from one misconception, and it didn't take long for him to understand the rest easily. After only half an hour by the library clock, it seemed he had it down. I thought, maybe, this time I'd been wrong.

Just when he seemed on the point of thanking me and leaving, I felt, under the table, his ankle hook just slightly around mine. My heart jumped.

"And what about this question?" He asked, so seemingly unaware of it that I doubted for a minute. We had just covered what he was pointing to, though.

"Simple," I smiled at him. With my heartbeat rising I shifted closer and pressed my leg firmly into his. "It's just like this one."

I looked up and he dragged his eyes hastily to mine, from where they had been looking over my exposed breasts. From the bottom of my vision I could see my pink lace bra holding them firm, while my top had opened with my leaning. I assumed he could, too.

"Oh, really?" He said, sounding just a hint breathless. "Maybe you could go over it again?"

I did, but neither of us was listening to what I was saying. He began ever so slowly to move his leg against mine. Subtly, so it could have just been a shift at first, but when I smiled, never stopping my explanation of the question, more and more. I felt him through my jeans and had to fight to keep my voice steady. Something like an ache started up in my body.

I finally exhausted my explanation, and there was a few moments of silence.

"Oh," he said. "I see," and with that, shifted his hand and laid it on my exposed belly.

I gasped. I couldn't help it, the nervous shock that ran through me as his cool hand pressed against my sensitive middle was too much. He looked apprehensive suddenly, but perhaps seeing the look on my face, kept his hand there.

Now my heart was racing, heat was flooding through my body and, it seemed, my brain. I'd known it, somehow. Just like the other two times. My jeans felt tighter than ever and, as if in a dream, I dropped my hand from the table and gripped the inside of his thigh, just above the knee.

I think I might have started it, moving my hand fractionally up his leg. He moved his a little way up, a finger now under my top, brushing my bottom rib. I moved again, and his hand went further, now bare millimetres from the bottom of my breasts, over which the lace now seemed too tight. I was acutely aware of the feeling of fabric on my nipples.

I took a breath, wondering if I had a chance to stop it here. I didn't think so. I would never call myself attractive, with my plain features, but I had a certain...chemistry. For some people. For this person. It was irresistible.

After a breathless instant I moved my hand again, now so near to the crotch of his pants that I could feel the heat against my pinkie finger. He took my breast, wrapping his strong fingers around it, all but engulfing it. I didn't know whether I was going to melt or explode first.

He leaned across and I positively dived into his kiss, taking his face with my free hand and battling his hot tongue, which seemed every bit as insistent as my own. His hand slowly squeezed and I panted through my nose, overcome with sensation and lust.

Then he pulled his mouth away and, without thinking, I raised my hand from his thigh and pushed it insistently into his crotch. I looked into his widened eyes as I felt the shape of him, his member straining like a caged animal against my palm and fingers.

The pressure on my breast suddenly lessened, as his fingers trailed firmly over my chest and down. For an instant I was worried that he was going to stop. His fingers pushed down to my bellybutton and I realised what was about to happen.

Like a thing hunted, my head darted from side to side. We were alone. The library was open on Saturdays, but few students were ever here at this time. His hand slid over my jeans and pressed itself into them. My legs slid automatically apart and he cupped the pubic bone, pressing up on my sensitive flesh. My body was begging me. Pleading. I made a snap decision.

"Inside," I gasped to him. His eyebrows rose in surprise.

"What?"

"Inside," I repeated, pushing my hips forward against his pressure. Under my own hand I felt his penis grow even harder as he began to believe what he was hearing.

My stomach swarmed with nervousness as his broad fingers picked open the button. The sound of my zipper coming down was obscenely loud in the library silence, and I almost squirmed at the tantalising feel of the denim shifting its pressures around me.

Then, again, that firm hand on my belly. This time, when it slid down, it pushed aside the elastic of my white cotton panties and stroked slowly through the short, supple hair. Part of me was terrified. What if somebody saw?

He stroked me thoroughly with his open hand and I loved the feel, squirming against him. Finally his fingers teased apart my slick, willing flesh. 

Above the table one would only see a girl, flushed, her mouth slightly open, looking at a guy who seemed pre-occupied. Beneath the table I had my hips flung as wide as they would go, and my tingling pussy was wide and exposed to drafts of open air by two masculine fingers of a hand keeping my underwear elastic stretched.

An agonising instant later his middle finger came down squarely on my clit. It was as if he had pulled a trigger. Driving ecstasy washed all through me, and I moaned ever so slightly. He was rubbing in small, slow circles, and I tried to breathe normally and deeply.

With a sound so wet that I heard it above the desk, he shifted his hand and thrust two fingers straight into my tight hole. I bit my lip; the slightest pain and the greatest pleasure. He curled his fingers and the tips stroked me, so deep inside. What have I got myself into? I thought to myself, half ecstatic and half worried about what those long, strong fingers could make me do.

It seemed almost instant; I remember certainly that when I came his fingers were still dancing on that impossibly sensitive flesh within me. The first ripple ran through me like a cold shock, making me stiffen in that instant where I knew there was no turning back.

"Keep going!" I choked, and even in my own ears it sounded deep, impossibly full of orgasmic lust. Then, with a quiet, involuntary squeal the first orgasm washed through me, my pussy contracting around his fingers sublimely. I snatched my hand away from where it had lain forgotten his crotch to put it on my own need. If there was any hope of keeping this quiet, I needed to finish it quickly.

As I frantically rubbed my clit and Andriy laboured inside me, I felt the second orgasm coming, like a tidal wave that pulls all into it before unleashing its power. My thighs tingled and my breath was caught in my chest.

I managed not to scream, I think I deserve credit for that. My hips did fly up, slamming both our working hands into the underside of the desk. My legs and back arched so that I was supported only by the tips of my toes on the floor and the chair's backrest across my shoulder blades. I was shaking so hard, convulsing almost, my mouth wide open. Then, as the surges of joy finished erupting, I slumped down, limp.

"Ohh," I moaned under my breath as Andriy withdrew those glorious fingers. Fluid trickled, and as they snapped back to me I realised my panties were soaking. I looked over at the engineer of my condition and wanted to throw myself on him, kiss him so deeply on those sweet lips that he would understand what he had done.

I took a deep breath and arranged myself, doing up my fly. Andriy had a hungry, disappointed look on his face. I realised he must still be as hard as I had left him.

I swung about and sat straddled on him. I could feel his erection through my jeans and increasingly uncomfortable underwear. I kissed him, long and deep, meeting his ardour with my satisfaction.

Now that I was in control of myself again, I had a moment to think. I could leave him hanging now, walk off, never talk to him again. I could do that. His hungry mouth pressed again mine, hot and insistent. 

As if.

"Let's go," I said as we pulled apart and I got off him. He stood, and I led him by the hand to the girls' bathroom.

He was reluctant to enter, but I gave him no choice. With his eyes darting nervously I pulled him inside, and into the first cubicle, locking the door behind us.

There, so close that we had to manoeuvre to accomplish it, I stripped naked. Sexually satisfied, I could enjoy the way his eyes moved over my entire body without lust making me hurry. Taking full advantage, I pressed my breasts against the fabric of his shirt as I pinned him against the wall and kissed him again.

Slowly, I began to undo his buttons. He was trembling slightly as I exposed his chest and abdomen, both far more muscled than I had expected. As the shirt slid off I ran my hands and the tip of my tongue over his torso before again pinning him into a kiss. The muscles of his chest burned against my breasts.

I found there was an intimate, tangible pleasure in the thought of taking him here, riskily. Seeing no reason to delay further, I locked my eyes with his. I was smiling teasingly; he was breathing rapidly. Without looking down I undid the button and his fly, and sent both pants and boxers sliding to his feet.

With only my fingernails, and still not looking down, I found the head of his penis, and the base of his scrotum, and held them gently.

"Do you want to go over what will be in the next lecture, just once more?" I asked with fake innocence.

He looked bewildered for a moment, then remembered the pretext of today's meeting. He laughed in the agony of arousal.

"No?" I continued, and let my nails play over his hard-muscled member. "Well, alright. Do you want to touch me?"

It was exhilarating in its own way, to tease him. I had started using fingertips as well as nails, and I loved the raw strength and heat of his arousal.

In response to my question he lifted his thick hands and grabbed my ass, squeezing its fullness, pulling the cheeks apart. I grasped his shaft like a handle, beginning to move it up and down, very slightly, and very slowly. He inhaled deeply.

In all this time I hadn't taken my eyes of his face and I could see that it was making it all the more pleasurable for him. He was positively gorgeous. He moved his left hand up to my breast, and squeezed it.

I rewarded him with an increase in tempo, if not pressure. He looked down innocently into my eyes. The fingers of his right hand took reassured their grip behind me and I felt one of them brush my anus. It sent a queer thrill up through me.

Then, acting on a sense of perverse eroticism, I let go of him, and stepped away out of his grip. He stood there with a stunned, aching look on his face. Now, for the first time, I looked at his member. Erect, long, slender yet bulging. Despite myself, his handling and his close presence were acting on me.

"Would you like me to finish this?" I asked in a cute little tone.

"Yes," he replied. His voice shook a little.

"Would you like to study again next week, at my house?"

"Yes."

"Okay." I replied.

Before I could wonder if it was wise, I got to my knees and put his head in my mouth. It tasted bitter and salty, but not repulsive. Trapping it against the roof of my mouth, I rubbed my tongue firmly all over it.

He put his hands in my hair and began to slightly thrust. I took a one-handed grip on the base of his penis and opened myself to him.

I heard him gasp as his member slithered down into my throat. My previous experience of sex had been, well, thorough to say the least. Not that I'd had many guys, but when I'd had them I'd really had them. I massaged his balls with my other hand, while he had his way with my throat and lips.

I was quickly beginning to get sore, but then, thankfully, his hands turned to fists in my hair.

"Laura, Laura!" he panted desperately, and then struggled as if trying to batter down a wall. His cum surged into my throat and it was a case of swallowing for my life or choking. I would have yelped, if I was able.

After a few touch-and-go seconds, it seemed he was done. He was stroking my hair now, and I pulled back a little, bringing his noticeably softer head to my tongue, before pulling it out.

Concentrating on suppressing my urges to choke or vomit, I got to my feet and put my hands in his sweat-damp hair. I could still feel a trickle of semen on my lip, but left it there for effect. He looked stunned.

"It wasn't nice to pull my hair," I said in a dark, teasing voice.

"God, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I..." he trailed off, looking anxious. I hugged him to me and felt his semi-erect penis push against my pubic hair. I licked the trail of cum from my lip.

"It's okay," I said, radiating calm. "Nobody saw us. I'm okay. Are you okay?"

His eyes were troubled. "Yes, but—"

"Shhh," I quieted him with a finger on his lips. "Everything is fine. Will you come see me next week?"

He looked worried, and I didn't blame him. The first time I was taken by my chemistry, I had been frightened out of my wits: felt ashamed, bewildered. I still felt shadows of those things now.

"Okay," he finally promised, and I tucked my head into his chest. Don't worry, I thought, I'll take care of you, pretty man.

After a while, I pulled away and began to gather my clothing, and he his. We got tangled up reaching to the floor and I started giggling. Eventually he joined in, softly, and he seemed calmer by the time we were dressed.

There was no way I was putting those soggy panties on again, and as I carefully zipped up my jeans, I felt the denim move across my nakedness. Alone in a cubical with Andriy, it felt very erotic.

"Wait here," I said to him and moved out into the bathroom. I wrapped my soiled underpants in paper and tossed them in the bin. Checking in the mirror to see that everything was in order, I peeked out into the library. The coast was clear.

"Okay, come out." I called. Andriy appeared, looking even more uncomfortable than on entry. I allowed myself a smile.

"There's no-one around, stop being so worked up," I chided him gently. I took his hand again and we walked together back to our seat.

After packing up there was something of an awkward moment. With the taste in my mouth, I'm not sure he'd appreciate being kissed. I didn't want to seem too affectionate; we were victims to my body, not lovers. Not yet. So I settled for a thorough hug.

"Next week," I said to his chest, giving him one last squeeze. Then I left without looking back.

He was standing nervously on my landing one week later, rolling his shoulders and puffing his cheeks out, working up his nerve. Before he could reach for the doorbell I stepped back from the peephole and opened the door for him.

I almost laughed at his shock, but managed an enthusiastic smile instead.

"Great, you found the place!" I exclaimed, hugging him. He murmured something back.

I shut the door behind him and urged him, hesitant as he was, to a position on my couch. I sat down across from him, legs crossed on my chair.

"Listen—" we both said together, and stopped. I laughed out loud, he snorted and shook his head.

"Listen," I continued. "I didn't know whether to tell you this or not, but I decided honesty is important. You and I...we have a kind of...freak attraction. Oh, don't look at me like that!"

The last was in response to his facial reaction, showing that he clearly thought I was mad.

"You can't deny it," I went on, "you've been thinking about me all week. Don't shake your head, I know you have, and I've been thinking about you. Oh, have it your way!" I finished in irritation.

Throughout my speech he had maintained an aura of disinterestedness, and disdain. I'd decided it was time to bring him back to earth. Reaching down with both hands, I pulled my top up over my head and let it fall to the floor.

"Don't!" He said, somewhere between a command, threat and plea.

"But you want me," I said with certainty. I could almost see the sweat pop out on his head, like in cartoons.




Chemistry



"I'll leave," he warned. I laughed.

"You won't," I replied, and casually reached around behind my back, undoing and shrugging off my bra. My heart quickened. No matter how much I teased him, I knew the chemistry worked both ways. Here, with my breasts displayed in front of him after seven restless nights, it was getting harder to maintain control.

He looked frustrated, then suddenly helpless. His shoulders slumped.

"Okay, okay, I want you. Are you happy?" He demanded.

"I'll be happier after I've ridden you into that couch," I replied sassily. His jaw dropped. I could have laughed. Nothing turns a man on more than being wanted so fiercely.

"It hasn't been easy for me, either," I said, standing and pressing home my advantage. "I want you as much as you want me."

I placed myself directly in front of him; only a few inches and a layer of fabric separated his face and the point of my mounting desire. He showed a studious non-reaction.

"I know we're strangers!" I cried, impassioned now. I wanted him, and he wanted me. We could get to know each other after this was done, when standing near him didn't involve such crushing desire. "We can sort it out later. Please, you want to, just fuck me!"

Having said that, I wriggled out of my shorts off and stood naked in front of him. He did nothing but stare straight ahead. When I gently pushed him, however, he say submissively on his back and looked up into my face.

"Okay," he surrendered.

I joyfully stripped him, correctly predicting that he would need no warming up. He watched me with those eyes that grew more aroused with every passing second. He watched my breasts swing as I tugged his shorts off.

The passion had us again by then. I mounted him quickly and he began to thrust almost before he was inside. I was instantly lost in the rhythm of pleasure and the myriad sensations of his taut body. So much so that he surprised me by suddenly clutching my hips and increasing his pace, almost furiously driving himself home in what I realised was his orgasm.

When he withdrew, though, he didn't slump back to rest, he threw me violently off the couch. I screamed in terror as I fell but landed, impossibly it seemed, safely in his arms. He lowered me ungracefully to the floor and ducked down to bury lips, tongue and fingers in me. 

He was passionate, and read me well, and it wasn't long before waves of shuddering joy were lifting me from the carpet, as I called his name and swore and wrapped my thighs tightly around his head.

When I said I was done, running a soothing hand through his hair, he hauled himself to his knees before laying himself directly on top of me. He was heavy, and crushed my breasts against my ribs, pinning me to the floor. I was in heaven. He smelled like man and sex.

Eventually, when I had stopped panting, he rolled off me, to lie on his side and stare in my eyes.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I joked. Seemingly despite himself, he laughed softly. I continued in a gentle tone of voice, and reached up to his face. "I was serious before. We can talk to each other now. I want to know you, Andriy." 

"I have a girlfriend," He said, and a palpable silence closed in on us. So that was why he was so reluctant. I wondered why I hadn't thought of the possibility before.

"I'm sorry," I finally said, not knowing what else to say. A few more moments silence.

"Look, like I was saying before, we have this chemistry. It happens to me sometimes, certain guys just...It's like madness. I don't think it can be stopped."

He was taking all this in silently, still looking at me with his unreadable face.

"I'm sorry," I repeated, "I don't know what we're going to do."

"I can't see you again," he said solemnly. I felt a wave of pity for him. I'd been through this before, and knew not to fight it.

"We could try," I hazarded. "But think about how hard it was to get through this week, knowing that you we would see each other again today. Nearly impossible, for me."

He grunted, and I took that as agreement. I laid a hand on his chest.

"Do you love your girlfriend?" I asked.

"Of course," he replied immediately, but his voice didn't match his words.

"Maybe you two should go on a break then. This...attraction doesn't last forever."

"Maybe you and I should 'go on a break'."

I sighed. "Like I said, we can try. I'm not sure it will do any good though. Have you two had sex this week?"

"Yes."

"You were thinking about me during it, weren't you?"

I saw the lie come to his lips, and he breathed in to say it. But then he just sighed and closed his eyes.

"Who are you?" He exclaimed.

"Laura Keeson. I'm nineteen, born and raised in this city. I live in this apartment, alone, and I go to university. Who are you?"

"Andriy Ordin. Twenty. Born a long way from here. I live on campus. And I should go now."

Though he spoke the last regretfully, he seemed determined. I sighed.

"Andriy, please. Stay here tonight. If you're never going to be with me again, at least make today count."

"I can't," he muttered.

"Please." I repeated. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Ah, fuck," he finally said, and I laughed in triumph.

After that conversation we got dressed, and I made coffee. We talked for hours, and even his initial coolness thawed under the weight of our free conversation. In the few hours before night fell it seemed we packed in months worth of familiarity.

When we inevitably gave in to our urges that night, it was much softer and slower. He kissed me deeply everywhere, his lips strong against my pale skin. For the first time we were connecting, not just pounding our passions against each other. Afterwards he slept with his face pressed into my breasts, and I felt so calm that I quickly fell asleep too.

In the morning he was gone and I went about my everyday life as best I could with thoughts of him swarming through my brain. The days went by, four, five, a week. I had learned from past experience that masturbation wouldn't help at all, but on the eighth day out of sheer frustration I gave in.

I'd been right. It didn't help at all.

It was on the eleventh day, a Wednesday night, that I was half-heartedly watching the news when a knock came at my door. Trying desperately not to get my hopes up, I moved quickly to the door and flung it open.

He wore a stylish blue shirt with the top buttons undone and a set of dress pants. He looked gorgeous. I ran my hungry eyes all over him, thinking to myself that I was wearing only a loose singlet and track pants.

Nevertheless, when my eyes reached his, he was studying me as thoroughly as I him.

"Hi," I managed.

"Hi." He replied. "I broke up with my girlfriend."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said. He shook his head with a wry smile and stepped forward. Laying his strong, warm hands on my hips, he kissed me as deeply as I've ever been kissed, and I returned it with fervour.

We stumbled inside and shut the door. As if trying to make up for his hesitance on previous occasions, he wasted no time in stripping my top off and running his hands over my free-hanging breasts. I was undoing his buttons with a similar haste.

"I really like you, Laura," he choked. "Not just this," he punctuated with a squeeze on my behind, "but you. "

I'd just finished his shirt and as I pulled it off, replied "I like you too. Let's discuss it in depth afterwards."

He laughed and pulled my pants and g-string off in one movement. I stepped out of them and returned the favour, so that only moments after we'd shut the door I was naked, holding his perfectly-formed erection.

"Bed," I said, my pounding heart and swimming head making it difficult to put words together. I turned for my bedroom and lay myself down, legs wide. He was only a second behind and immediately kneeled over me.

There have been few moments in my life as transcendent as when he entered me. His hands were on under my shoulders, his lips almost touching mine and his all-consuming brown eyes were all I could see.

Then in one perfectly aimed thrust, he was all the way in. I'd never felt anything like it before. I cried out, helpless, as my muscles squirmed and all my pent up desire came to life within me.

Thankfully he seemed to know what I needed. I passed an amount of time in a jangling ecstasy, completely awash in this final release, what I had been dreaming about for nights on end.

I have no idea how many orgasms I had (it seemed continuous), but the last one coincided with Andriy's. His face was full of need so great it looked like pain. He was thrusting wildly, but by that point I could accommodate him. I watched him, my own climax mounting with his.

I came first. I locked my arms and legs around him and held on, moaning, against his final burst and my own trembling body. He finished with a roar and I kissed him as his eyes widened and his semen gushed into me.

In that moment his mouth was unmoving on mine, but then he gasped through his nose and he began to kiss me back, as softly as I could imagine, while he was still inside me. It went on for quite some time, his lips exploring mine while I felt him deflate until he finally pulled out.

"You won't regret this," I said, still holding him.

"I know," he smiled. And oh, that smile.

We were quiet for a while, recovering. Then he spoke.

"I've never felt anything like this before. It feels like I can't get close enough to you. I want to be with you...I want every part of you."

"I know," I replied simply. "I feel the same." It was true. I wanted to run my hands all over him, press myself against him so tightly that I could hardly breathe. I contented myself with kissing him deeply.

"It's going to be tough," I said afterwards. "You don't mind moving in here for a few months, do you?"

"Well, ah..." my question had surprised him. "Sure," he concluded, "if you're okay with that?"

"Oh, I am," I said, smiling rakishly at him. "You'll be earning your rent."

We talked quietly for an hour, simple conversation about nothing much. Eventually I brought up the subject of dinner.

"What have you got?" He asked.

"This and that," I mused. "I'm sure we can make something of it."

"Sounds brilliant," he smiled. 



Chemistry



Two simple rules. 

My hands shook as I was preparing the test tubes, marking them and putting them in the rack. Something was off tonight. I knew it, and Aaron knew it too. It was like electricity, making the fine hairs on my arms stand on end and causing my nipples to harden. My heartbeat reverberated throughout my torso. I put one hand firmly on the cool stone surface of the lab table and took a deep breath, intending to steady myself but accomplishing nothing of the sort. On the other end of the table, I could feel more than see Aaron look up at me. He seemed distracted, and I knew that he felt it too.

I had spoken my mind at the beginning of the semester, when he had set off the alarm bells inside my head for the first time. He had leaned over my shoulder while I was starting the burner, and as soon as I had felt his breath on my cheek, I had turned and set my hand against his chest, pushing him away from me rather firmly. 

"Okay, Buster. Two rules. You're not gonna freeload, and you're not getting my pussy. Understood?"

Blunt, of course. But I wasn't one to waste words on someone like him, and I wanted to make myself perfectly clear. To be honest, what I really wanted was for him to die on the spot when we had been assigned lab partners. I'd had some occasions before, on which I'd had to deal with jocks in a classroom setting. It was usually exasperating. They were hoping just to slide by, while I was set on an A. Since I absolutely refused to do all the work for partner or group projects, I usually ended up bullying them into doing their share of the work and having to distance myself from whatever they screwed up in the process. I figured it would be just the same with Aaron, and I got nauseous at the thought of enduring him for the entire semester. 

I jumped and could hear the small snap when he accidentally touched my arm. 

"Damn," he said, then leaned forward to grasp one of the tubes I had just marked. "I'm sorry." At least I wasn't imagining the electricity, I thought while rubbing the spot where the spark had passed. His arm brushed mine again, only slightly, when he pulled back. This time, there was no spark, but my reaction was much the same. He didn't comment, but went back to the hot plate on which the water had finally started to boil. 

Somehow, miraculously, it had worked out. He had surprised me by taking the first rule rather seriously. While he didn't know the first thing about chemistry, he did what I told him to in class and was present at the times we had agreed upon when we had out-of-class work to do. He had ceased the flirting and the "accidental" brush-ups as well, after I had treated him with nothing but icy contempt over the first few weeks of our partnership. After he had learned, we worked rather well together, neither of us talking much, both with our eyes and mind on our work. I had even offered to go over his lab reports for him, returning them with dozens of pencil marks every time. 

"The simple passages have typos, and the chemicals, misspellings," I told him every time I returned a paper. He would simply shrug and look it over quickly. 

"I need the second vial."

"Huh?" 

I jumped when I realized that I hadn't been paying attention. What the hell was wrong with me tonight? Aaron was suddenly close behind me again and I felt his chest brush up against my back through the material of our clothes and labcoats. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear..." My eyes frantically searched the rack for the vial in question. 

"It's okay." He reached around me and plucked the vial from my grasp. I expected him to pull back and return to the hot plate then, but he lingered. 

Just a little too long. 

I could feel his eyes on me when he finally did pull away. Lowering my head, I blinked rapidly several times and rubbed my arms, feeling goosebumps. Just get this lab done, I told myself, just get it over with. You need to go to bed.  We had left the simplest lab of the four final ones for last, deciding to take care of it in the same night we compiled our final report. The report was done, and the lab was so easy that it should have been as well, if it wasn't for my lack of concentration. 

I read the instructions again, for the fourth time now. Iodine. Right. I reached for the bottle of orange-brownish liquid and dispensed three drops into each of the test tubes. Two of them immediately turned a dark blue, the third one remained clear. All according to textbook. 

I heard something thundering beyond the walls of the lab and turned towards the door. Aaron had turned as well, but then he simply nodded as if realizing what had caused the sound. 

"Thunderstorm," he explained shortly, and turned back to the beaker of boiling water in which his vial was suspended. 

"I didn't know. I've been in the science building all day." Why the hell was I suddenly so chatty? 

We both turned back to our work after this short exchange, and I watched the liquids inside the tubes. One was lightening up very slowly; the others remained the way they were. Still textbook. I occupied myself with shaking the tubes occasionally, but otherwise there was nothing to do until Aaron finally pulled the remaining test tube out of the boiling water and came over to the table. He gently shook the tube to help it cool down, then placed it next to the others in the rack I was standing by. 

"How do they look?" he asked, while going back to turn off the hot plate and empty the beaker. 

"So far all is good," I replied. I grasped the iodine bottle again and added three drops to the fourth tube, watching as the still hot mixture turned a dark blue. "We're supposed to observe them for a few more minutes."

"Right." He came back over, placing the beaker on the table. While I kept staring at the tubes, knowing exactly what was supposed to happen – namely nothing – Aaron busied himself rinsing out some of the vials we had used for mixing the solutions. He placed them on the table when he was done and stepped over to where I was fixating the tubes with narrow eyes. 

"What's wrong?" His voice was close to my ear, and I tensed as this time, the hair at the back of my neck stood on end. 

"It's getting lighter."

"It's not supposed to?"

"No."

I lowered myself until I the tubes were on eye-level and my chin propped on the edge of the table, cushioned by my hands. Aaron remained behind me. He placed his hands on either side of me and lowered his head close to mine. 

"So what do we do now?"

I put a few more drops of iodine into the fourth tube and watched the liquid darken again. "We observe."

"Right." He moved even closer to me, and I became suddenly aware of the fact that my breath was going in shallow, rapid bursts. His body was hovering directly over mine now, and I could only just keep myself from making a sound when he closed the gap between us slowly, his chest touching my back.

I was aroused. I recognized the musky scent and tingling feeling between my legs with somewhat of a shock, and my mouth went dry when I realized that I wanted to arch back against him. It took some strength of will to keep my eyes on the test tubes. 

Then, I could feel him shifting behind me, and his bulge rubbed slowly against my ass. I couldn't help but respond to the slight pressure with some of my own, and next thing I knew he had pushed his hips forward and I could now feel him pressing hard against me. I could feel his quickened breath on my cheek and barely suppressed a pleasant shudder. The liquid in the test tube had lightened again, likely not having been boiled long enough. 

Fuck this. I finally tore my gaze away from the tubes and turned my head in Aaron's direction. He took the unspoken invitation, and a second later his lips had captured mine, just as I could hear another rumbling of thunder from outside. 

It wasn't a tender kiss, but a hard, aggressive lip lock that resulted in Aaron spinning me around and trapping me between himself and the table. He pressed against me so hard it hurt. We were literally panting into each other's mouths while we unbuttoned our labcoats, him still rubbing up against me. It felt so damn good I was compelled to mimic his movements.

As soon as we had freed ourselves from the coats, he buried his hands in my hair and continued the kiss while pulling slightly. My mind, still frantically trying to figure out what was going on, screamed that I shouldn't be doing this with someone like Aaron. But that, I noticed, was the oddity – I wanted him. Suddenly, I had the urge to open my legs to him that I'd never once had before in the past five months, and I actually did move my knees further apart so he could rub against me more effectively. At the same time, I hoped he wouldn't notice my action. 

He did though, and suddenly I felt his hands on my ass, lifting me. Before I could help it, I was sitting on the table, next to the test tubes, with his tongue still in my mouth and his hands now roaming under my blouse. I pushed him inches away from me with some effort. 

"We're in a lab," I reminded him. "You can't just-"

"I don't give a shit!" His hand swept the rack aside in one angry motion, and it landed against the far right wall in an explosion of glass and blue liquid. While I was frozen, shocked at this display of aggression, he attacked my mouth once more. His hands wandered to the button of my pants and opened it before I could prevent it, and he had pulled them halfway down my hips before I grabbed his wrists. 

"Stop!"

"Shut up!" With one giant, angry yank he succeeded in freeing me from my pants and went to work on my blouse. When I continued to push his hands away, he grabbed a fistful of the silk material and pulled me close, choking me. 

"Stop fucking struggling! I've put up with you this entire goddamn semester. You know what got me through this lab? You did! You were so fucking condescending that it made my blood boil, and I fought my way through just because I didn't want to see the damn smugness on your face when I failed! I've fucking had it with you!"

I sat frozen while he removed the rest of my clothes, no longer fumbling with buttons and clasps, but simply tearing my blouse and underwear off my body. I'd had no idea he felt this way about me, and hearing him scream at me was just one further shock to my system. 

"Please... don't," I said feebly while he cupped my bare ass and pulled me back against him, kissing me once more. The rough material of his jeans was rubbing up against my clit, and this time, I really did let out a moan, much to my own surprise. 

"Slut," he said in between kisses, while one of his hands wandered up to cup my breasts and pinch my nipple. I arched my back eagerly against him, wondering when I had made the decision not to get the hell away from him. He broke the kiss then, burying his hands once more in my hair while I busied my hands on his fly and button. 

"Fucking whore," he whispered in my ear, panting heavily when I brushed up against his cock with my fingers. "Bitch. Arrogant cunt!"

"Stupid idiot," I hissed, my heart pounding wildly. "Just one goddamn time I'd like to see you actually look up a word instead of leaving it to me to point out your millions of mistakes!"

"Just one goddamn time I'd like to feel like an equal lab partner and not like your fucking clean-up boy!"

"You could have if you'd earned it!" I had finally freed his cock and wrapped both my hands around it, jerking it. Aaron moaned and kissed the area around my throat. 

"There's no way I could ever have proven to you that I'm capable of doing this, not with you being such a condescending, coldhearted bitch the entire time!"

"I didn't have much of a choice with you acting like a horny fourteen year old!"

He gave a short laugh. "Now who's the horny one?" 

Indeed, I was moaning, furiously grinding against his thigh and massaging his cock at the same time. I gasped when he pinched my nipples again, then brought my lips closer to his ear. 

"Any other frustrations you need to vent?"

I was grabbing his hand and trying to get it to cover my pussy, but he refused and pulled away. 

"Plenty. But now I'll need you on your knees."

He lifted me off the table and onto the floor. I did kneel when he pushed down on my shoulders, then opened my mouth to his waiting cock. He pushed himself inside impatiently, moaning when I started to suck. It felt good, the lust and need I had for him temporarily quenched, but not for long.

"You don't even know just how fucking satisfying it feels to have you on your knees right now," he sighed. "I've been wanting to do this to you all damn semester."

I wanted to reply to this badly but couldn't, with my mouth full of cock and his hands urging me to continue. He didn't let me please him for long, however, but pulled away from me and lifted me back onto the table. My hips shot impatiently forward when he bent to kiss the inside of my thigh. I tried to pull his head towards my pussy, but he pulled back, laughing. 

"This is what you want, isn't it? You want me to fuck your cunt?" I nodded, cheeks flushed, and he pushed me backwards. My upper body landed on the table, and another test tube hit the floor and shattered. 

"You're forgetting your own rules then." 

I nearly screamed in frustration when I realized what he was referring to, and he didn't miss my facial expression. Without missing a beat, he let his hand wander between my thighs, and while I first thought he was having mercy on me, I flinched when I felt his index finger slowly push into my sphincter. He bent down and spit on me. I could feel the saliva run down the inner lips of my pussy, untouched until it slid lower. Aaron dipped his finger in it and used it to lubricate me, entering me once again. I closed my eyes when I felt the penetration. 

"Good?"

I nodded despite myself. Aaron spat twice more and smeared the liquid liberally around my tiny rosebud, then I felt him attempting to enter me with two fingers. It hurt quite a bit, and I flinched under him. 

"Can't you just please..."

"No!" His jaw was set and he gave me an almost angry glare, pushing further. His blond hair was just long enough to fall into his eyes as he leaned forward. 

"Stubborn bastard," I whispered, then clenched my teeth. His fingers were fairly large, and it hurt despite him taking his time. I was holding my breath without realizing it, my clit throbbing longingly. I wished he would touch it, just once. Involuntarily, I groaned as his fingers slid deeper, and I raised my hips instinctively towards him. 

A third finger. I whimpered in pain and pleasure equally, my entire body flushed and throbbing, eager and impatient. He stretched me out fast, and when the pain was threatening to take over, he took my hand with his and placed my fingers firmly between my legs. I was pinching and rubbing my clit furiously in a moment. 

He used more spit to lubricate me. His fingers worked me faster now as well, making my ass and pussy throb in rhythm. I closed my eyes.

"I need something in my pussy so badly," I whispered, without hope. Indeed, my muscles were clenching greedily around nothing at all. I felt Aaron press something into my hand, and when I turned my head and looked I recognized one of the vials he had cleaned earlier. 

"You're kidding," I said, but he clearly wasn't. 

"That's all you get." 

I groaned. The frustration was getting too much, and he clearly knew it. I brought the vial between my legs, parting my labia with my fingers. Aaron was watching with interest as I pushed the vial inside me and moaned in enjoyment to find some relief from his teasing. I was so wet I had no trouble at all to get the vial all the way inside me, and I actually wished it was bigger. 

Once I withdrew my hands, Aaron pushed my legs apart further and pulled me closer to him, so my ass was partially hanging off the table. He obviously meant business now, and I held my breath again when his hands spread my ass cheeks apart and he placed the tip of his cock against my sphincter. 

"It'll hurt," he warned me, and I didn't doubt him. I tried my best to relax when he started pushing, and to ignore the weird feelings his cock gave me at its chosen spot of entrance. It did hurt, rather badly, and my hands groped frantically for something to hold on to. It felt like I was a rubber band being pulled too far and on the verge of ripping apart. Finally, he just shoved, hard, and the painful pressure was relieved. I was breathing in short, shallow gasps, feeling myself stretch around him and moaning in unison with the thunder. I begged him for a few seconds to get used to his size, and he gave them to me. He towered over me, both hands now propped onto the lab table beneath my legs, patiently waiting. I brought one hand down and felt him, realizing with some shock that he was nowhere close to being all the way inside me. I could wrap my hand easily around the part of his shaft that was still between us, and he made a small sound when I did. He felt velvety and hot, quite the contrast to the cold, hard lab table I was laying on.

"Are you fucking done adjusting?" he asked. I lay back again, withdrawing my hand, and nodded. Aaron leaned forward once more, but this time his pushing didn't hurt as much. I could feel how the vial inside me was pushed upwards as his cock forced room for itself, which was quite an arousing feeling. Finally, I could feel his hips pressing against my ass, grinding. 

"Brace yourself," he advised me, and I just managed to clench my hands to fists before he pulled away, abruptly. A sharp intake of breath on both our parts later, he was pushing again. 

"Dear God," I whispered. Now that the pain had become bearable, I was clenching around him in pleasure. Aaron answered with a groan, no longer paying much attention to me. He had his eyes closed and was now simply concentrating on fucking me, on the movement of his hips. He was fast in establishing a rhythm. 

The friction made my ass throb, and while it was uncomfortable, it made the feeling of his cock inside me that much more immediate. He leaned forward, his upper body now almost lying on top of me as much as that was possible on the table. When I reached out for his shoulders with my hands, I could feel the slight film of moisture on his skin. He pushed inside me again, and leaned in to kiss me at the same time. I simply buried my hands in his hair while his tongue played with mine, him still steadily fucking me at a fast pace. 

"Damn," he finally gasped, lifting himself off me. "Your ass is way too tight for me to last any longer."

He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, then placed his hands beneath my legs again, pressing them apart further. My asshole tightened pleasurably when he used his entire weight to push back inside me hard. I groaned, locking my legs around him when he finally froze above me, and I could see and feel his entire body spasm as he spent himself inside my ass. I could feel his every movement, convulsing and throbbing, and when he finally pulled out of me, going limp, I felt more exhausted than I thought I could ever be. 

"Worth the semester?" I asked, out of breath, and he nodded. He helped me sit up after a minute or so of resting, and while he simply stood there, looking towards the floor, I surveyed the room around me. There were pieces of shattered vials all over the floor, and the liquids we had worked with were staining the tiles. Aaron noticed my look and shrugged. 

"I'll sweep and mop before I leave."

"And the lab?"

He snorted. "Come on, you know exactly what the result is supposed to be. Just write it up."

"Fine." I managed to get off the table with his help. A few drops of his cum had leaked out of me and left a wet smear on the surface of the table. I ignored it and reached for my blouse. Not even bothering with my bra, I put it on and then started to do the same with my pants. Aaron cleared his throat, but after failing to see any meaning behind it, I finished getting dressed and only then noticed the amused look on his face. 




Chemistry



"What?"

"Nothing. We'll just say we broke one more vial than we did."

"Oh bloody hell." I lifted my arms to unbutton my pants again, but he stopped me by holding my wrists. One of his hands snuck down and massaged my crotch through the fabric of my pants, and he grinned.

"Take it out when you're at home, and just keep it. Souvenir from your lab partner."

"Pervert," I muttered, picking up my bag. He steered me towards the door.

"Thanks for cleaning up," I told him, casting one more glance over the mess on the floor.

Aaron shrugged. "Thanks for helping me ace this damn Chem class."

I rolled my eyes. "Now he's thankful."

He only laughed, and with a last look I turned and left the lab, letting the heavy door swing shut behind me.



Chemistry Between Nerds and Sluts



'Shit, I got to get an A in this advanced chemistry class,' Stephanie Wallace thought as she drove her new car home from high school.

Stephanie was a graduating senior and her dad had bought her the BMW as a reward for getting into Northwestern and also as an eighteenth birthday present. The problem was she had done nothing but party in her second semester senior year and her grades had slipped a lot. Northwestern would not be impressed with her performance in her senior year if she did not pick it up. As a result, she had fallen hopelessly behind. She also wasn't crazy about Mr. Stern, the chemistry teacher, so going to him for help was not desirable either. 

Stef hit the speed dial on her cell and her best friend Kendall answered on the third ring. Kendall was going to Notre Dame in the fall but had been partying hardy with Stef and they were both in the same boat. 

"Kay, I'm fucked!" Stef said.

"Who was it this time, Stef, Jordan or Chris?" Kay asked, with a smirk. 

"Not that fucked, though Chris nailed me good Wednesday after school. No, I mean in advanced chem," Stef said.

"You know that weird science shit well. What happened?"

"I've been fucking around too much is what's happened," Stef declared.

"Tell me about it! If I don't pull up my calculus grade, my dad is going to freak, not to say anything about how Notre Dame might feel," Kendall admitted.

"What are we going to do? I don't think I can catch back up again," Stephanie admitted.

"Me neither. I don't know but I have a test next week that will be a third of my grade and I'm totally lost," Kendall stated.

"Me, too! We've got to do something."

"Yeah!"

"What are you doing today?" Stephanie asked.

"Going bowling with Kyle," Kendall said. "You want to come?"

"No, Chris asked me to see this movie with him. How about we meet afterward?"

"Sounds sweet. Where?"

"The TGIF?"

"Okay. I'll call you when we are done," Kendall said.

"See ya, Kay," Stef said.

"Later, Stef."

Stephanie turned into her development. As she passed by Cole Richards' house, he was getting out of his car and grabbing his bookbag. She honked and he smiled and waved. They had known each other for years but had drifted apart in high school. Stef was very popular. She was a pompom girl and dated many of the football players. Cole on the other hand had become more of a brainiac and moved in different circles. She didn't ever recall seeing him with a girl or at any of the dances. 

Stef thought back to the times they used to play together back in middle school and junior high. She had actually thought he was cute at one point and they always had fun together. She wondered what had happened between them. Nothing really except different friends. He was in her advanced chem class but she sat on the other side of the 

room and only said hi to him. 

That got her thinking again about her problems with advanced chem. She had to do something. She was far behind and she knew it. She had been a wonderful student with high grades and mostly advanced classes but lately she had let things slip and partied too much. She was smart enough to know she needed help to catch up but dreaded going to Mr. Stern. As she turned into her driveway a thought struck her. She hurried inside as the thought developed.

Stef dumped her books for the weekend, said hi to her mom, and headed to her room. She had an idea she thought she might play out as she looked up a number and dialed the phone.

"Hello."

"Cole, it's Stephanie."

"Hi, Stephanie. How are you?"

"Fine. And you?"

"Good...what's up," Cole asked, more than a little surprised by the call. 

Stephanie was one of the prettiest girls in high school. His friends were always impressed when she said hi to him. They had been good friends once but things had changed. Hi had been the extent of their conversations for probably two years.

"Surprised I'm calling?" Stef asked.

"A little," Cole admitted.

"Well, I have a favor to ask. We're about ready to start the labs in advanced chem and I wanted to be your lab partner."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I need help and you seem to know this stuff far better than me," Stef confided.

"I'm already kinda set to work with Mark," Cole said. "I can't just dump him."

"Oh, please, Cole. I need a good grade in chem and I'm lost in that class."

"You can catch back up. You're smart," Cole offered.

"Not as smart as you. You really know this shit and I need a lot of help."

"Go see Mr. Stern. He'll give you some help or extra credit or something," Cole said.

"I can't. I think he hates me for not paying attention and talking to Michelle."

"Gosh, Stef, I really am already committed to Mark as a lab partner."

"Come on, please, Cole. I really need help. For old time sake," Stef pleaded.

"I wish I could but..."

"Come on, Cole! I'll do anything. You've just got to help me," Stef begged.

"It wouldn't be right to just drop...

"Hey, it's a nice day out. How about meeting me at the old bench we used to meet at on the bike path? I'll meet you there in ten minutes on my bike," Stef offered.

"I don't know. It's getting late and I have homework and...

"Please! Come on! Just for a short time."

"Why do we have to..."

"I want to talk to you face to face and not over the phone," Stef said.

"Alright. Ten minutes. I can't stay long though."

"Okay! Thanks!" Stef said.

After Cole hung up he wasn't entirely sure why he was doing this. He had already promised Mark they would be lab partners and to go back on one of his best friends now was something he didn't feel good about even if it was for Stephanie. 

Cole went out to the garage and pulled his bike down from the hook on the ceiling. He hadn't ridden it since the fall, so he checked the tires for air. They needed a little so he quickly added some. Stef was right, it was a nice early spring day, and even at four o'clock was mild enough for a quick bike ride. It took him closer to fifteen minutes to get to the bench but Stef was not there yet either. He spotted her coming a few minutes later.

"Sorry I'm late," she said, seemingly a little stressed over it. "My bike needed air in both tires."

"Mine too," Cole stated, knowing she was probably telling him the truth, not that it mattered.

"Well, thanks for meeting me. It's good to talk with you again. We've not talked much for a while."

"No, not too much," Cole admitted.

"What happen to us? I miss talking with you," Stef said, with real sincerity. 

"I don't know. Guess we both went our own way."

"Yeah, I guess so. Where did you decide to go for college?"

"I'm going to The University of Illinois for engineering," Cole said.

"That's great. They have a wonderful engineering program, I hear," Stef said.

"Yeah, it's one of the best. Did I hear you're going to Northwestern?"

"Yeah, that's if they don't bounce me out for doing so poorly second semester senior year," Stef admitted. "I really need your help, Cole. You understand this advanced chem stuff and I'm totally lost."

"You can study with Mark and me. How about that? I can't change partners, Stef. He's one of my best friends. He wouldn't appreciate it."

"Can't you tell him I begged you to?" Stef pleaded.

"Why don't you just study with us?"

"That won't help. I'm too far behind. If I hook up with Michelle as a lab partner we'll both fail," Stef stated.

"Michelle could study with us too."

"You kidding! She's even more lost than me. I can't partner with her. That would be suicide. No, I need to partner with you," Stef insisted.

"Oh, god, Stef. I don't know. I'd like to help you out, really. But this isn't fair to Mark."

"Mark could partner with Michelle and we could all study together like you said," Stef proposed.

"Well, that's a possibility. But it's still not fair to Mark. Together we could get an A easily. Apart we're going to have to work hard at it."

"But you could still get A's," Stef said.

"Yeah, probably, but why should we work so hard?" Cole said.

"To help me out! And help Michelle," Stef pleaded.

"Stef, I'd like to help you but..."

"What would it take for you to say yes?" Stef asked.

"What do you mean? I'm not..."

"Just ask me. What would it take for you to say yes?"

"Stef, you don't need to do..."

"I told you I would do anything. What would make you happy?"

"Stef, please..."

"Have you been with a girl yet?" Stef asked point blank.

"What? Well,...no...not yet, but..."

"Ever had a blowjob?" Stef asked.

"Oh, god! Ahh...no, not yet, but..."

"I'll give you one if you agree," Stef said. 

"You don't have to do..."

"I think I could even get Michelle to blow Mark if that would help you agree," Stef said.

"Oh, god. I don't know. This isn't right..." 

"I'll do it if you agree. Come on, Cole. We can help each other out."

"Geez, Stef. You shouldn't have to do that if you don't..."

"I want to! It's no big deal. You just agree to help me by being my lab partner and I'll gladly do it for you. It'll be fun," Stef said.

"You mean it?"

"Absolutely!"

"I should talk to Mark first," Cole claimed.

"You think he'll agree if I can get Michelle to blow him?"

"Probably! He hasn't had one either that I know of," Cole stated, with a smile now.

"Okay. You set it up with him and I'll take care of Michelle," Stef pronounced.

"Alright."

"Call me after you check with him," Stef said.

"Okay."

They parted company and rode back home. Each made their calls before dinner.

"You're never going to believe this," Cole said, as Mark picked up his cell.

"What?"

"You know Michelle from advanced chem?"

"Yeah, she sits over by Stephanie on the other side of the room, right? She is cute. Not as cute as Stephanie, but cute too," Mark claimed.

"Yeah, she is. And I might be able to arrange it for her to blow you," Cole told him.

"What? Are you serious! How...why...what the hell are you..."

"All you have to do is agree to be her lab partner."

"What? She doesn't even pay attention in class. That would be crazy! Besides we were suppose to be lab partners. Are you just trying to get out of being my partner? How would you ever arrange for her to blow me?"

"I can and, no, I'm not trying to get out of being your lab partner but I can arrange this if you're willing?" Cole said.

"No way! I mean it sounds very tempting but she would never do that. Besides she'd be a terrible lab partner and I want to get an A in this class. 

"If I could arrange it, are you interested?" Cole pressed.

"She's one of the cool crowd like your love, Stephanie, hangs out with. She'd never suck off a geek like me. What makes you think you could arrange that?" Mark asked.

"Not me. Stef," Cole dropped on Mark.

"Why would she do that...Michele doesn't even know I exist?" Mark claimed.

"Well, here it is. Stef wants to be my lab partner. She's afraid she's failing chem and figures with me as her lab partner, she'll be able to pull an A. She thinks she can arrange it for you to be Michele's lab partner and we'd all study together. Not a bad deal for two horny virgin geeks like us, don't you think?" Cole said, trying to be persuasive. 

"Oh, I see, you want to dump me for Stef. She gives you a cute smile and you're prepared to drop me as a lab partner," Mark protested.

"No, I told her about our agreement and you'd have to go along. That's why she's checking right now to see if Michele wants to blow you," Cole explained.

"You really think Michele might agree?"

"Maybe? Stef can be persuasive," Cole stated.

"Yeah, what do you get out of this from her? Did she agree to blow you too if you help her?" Mark wanted to know.

"As a matter of fact, yes," Cole confessed.

"Wow, this is unfucking real. We both get blowjobs from two of the hottest chicks in school if we let them be our lab partners? As long was we study together, I'm game," Mark finally concluded.

"You really are? You're all for it?"

"As long as we all study together. Besides, is it just one blowjob or could we extract several from them?" Mark queried.

"Just one, but who knows. Maybe we could demand more if they slow us down too much," Cole commented.

"Yeah, one for each study session," Mark stated with a laugh, the wheels turning.

"Don't get carried away. Besides Stef is smart and Michele is no idiot either. They should be able to catch up okay," Cole claimed.

"This will be wild if Stef can get Michele to agree," Mark pronounced.

"Sure will," Cole agreed.

"I bet you can't wait to get your dick in Stef's cute mouth," Mark stated, with a chuckle.

"What about you? You'll be cumming the second Michele touches you," Cole claimed.

"You're probably right. I think I'm getting excited now just from the prospect," Mark agreed, with a laugh.

"Me too," Cole stated, laughing with him.

"Call me as soon as you hear anything," Mark said.

"Okay," Cole replied, hanging up the phone.

Stephanie had also called Michele when she got back home. Michele picked up after the fourth ring.

"Hey, Stef. What's up?" Michele asked.

"Hey, Michele. You know how we were talking the other day about being totally lost in advanced chemistry? Well, I think I have a solution," Stef offered. 

"What is that? You finally giving in and going to see weird Mr. Stern for help?"

"No, he's too weird. I think he hates you and me too for talking in class and not paying attention. No, this is better than that. We get Mark and Cole to be our lab partners," Stef explained.

"Who? You mean those two nerds sitting on the other side of the room. They're a bunch of dweebs. Sorry, I shouldn't say that because I know you know Cole from long ago but they are as weird as Mr. Stern," Michele claimed.

"They're not that bad. At least I know Cole isn't. And you have to admit they're the smartest guys in the class. They know this shit and we need help fast. We could all study together and be their lab partners," Stef said.

"This is your brilliant idea on how to get a better grade? You must be losing it," Michele stated.

"It could work. It's better than going to Mr. Stern."

"Marginally! What makes you think those nerds would even be interested?"

"I talked to Cole about it after school today. I saw him by his house," Stef explained.

"He agreed?"

"Well, not just like that. We would have to do something nice for them too," Stef answered.

"Like what?"

"Like give them a little head," Stef said, waiting for the protest from Michele which came immediately.

"No fucking way! I'm not sucking off that dweeb! You got to be kidding! You can't be serious?" Michele exclaimed, astonished that Stef would even suggest it.

"It's the only way to get them to help," Stef tried to explained.

"This is the dumbest idea I've ever heard of. You losing your mind?" Michele claimed.

"Why is it so bad? You sucked off Bobby and John behind the bleachers last week."

"That's different. Those guys are at least half way cool. These guys are bona fide nerds," Michele explained. "My rep could get damaged."

"If you ask me, Cole and Mark are cuter than Bobby and John," Stef said, going out on a limb with her friend.

"You're freaking out," Michele stated. "You think those guys are good looking? Yuk!"

"Come on, Michele. You'd suck off three fat ugly football players before you'd look twice at a halfway decent looking brainiac. Admit it!" Stef said.

"That's not true!" Michele complained.

"No? How about Walter? Isn't his nickname "Whale?"

"That's different. I was a little drunk that night," Michele tried to explain.

"So, you can get drunk before you do Mark," Stef said, with a chuckle.

"You're serious about this, aren't you?" Michele wanted to know.

"Yes! We both need help fast! This is the best way for both of us."

"My god, Stef! If anyone finds out about this we could be ostracized from the in crowd," Michele offered.

"Mark and Cole won't say anything. We can make them promise. They're both eighteen and still virgins. They'll promise anything probably to get us to do this," Stef voiced.

"You better be right. I don't want to become the laughing stock of school just before I graduate," Michele proclaimed.

"Me neither. Don't worry. This is the best way for us to get A's in chem."

"I hope you're right," Michele said. "Okay, I'll do it, reluctantly. Mark better have a nice dick and not some puny little two incher!"

Stef laughed, "You're particular all of a sudden?"

"Maybe a little," Michele stated, laughing herself at the real truth. 

Stef hung up with Michele and soon after her mother called for dinner. After she ate dinner she called Cole again.

"It's all set with Michele," Stef said, when Cole answered his cell.

"Really? She agreed?"

"Yeah. What did Mark say?" Stef asked.

"He agreed too," Cole stated.

"Good! When do you want to do this?" Stef asked, all of a sudden a little nervous to be arranging a blowjob like a hooker setting up a trick.

"I don't know?" Cole said, also feeling nervous about forcing Stef to do this for him in order to get him to agree to be her lab partner. 

"Well, I have a date tonight with Chris. How about tomorrow night?" Stef asked.

"Sure, fine," Cole said, but didn't sound too excited.

"Cole, you okay with this?" Stef asked. "I don't want this to hurt our friendship."

"It's fine. It's just I feel bad about asking you to do this, is all."

"It was my idea, remember."

"Yes, but it still seems like a cheap thing to do on my part," Cole stated.

"Are you feeling awkward because we are just doing it without any preliminaries or anything?" Stef asked.

"I guess that's it," Cole agreed.

"Me too, sort of. How about you take me for some ice cream first. That way it's sort of like a date. Would that make it better?"

"Probably."

"Okay, I'll call you tomorrow," Stef said.

"Fine."

"Goodnight, Cole."

"Night, Stef."

Stef had a good time with Chris going to the movies. She wasn't going steady with anyone but both Chris and Jordan were vying for her time and affections. She liked the fact the two were competing for her. Jordan was away this weekend and Chris didn't realize it or he might have been curious why she didn't want to go out Saturday too. He was somewhat used to the fact she split her time between them, so he accepted her claim of being busy Saturday without question. 

They did hook up with Kendall and Kyle after the movies at TGIF. They had some dessert which they split and then went parking. Kyle's dad owned a retail store that closed at nine every night. They parked in an isolated area behind the store as they had several times. The cops were unlikely to pull behind the store. Kendall was in Kyle's car with him and Stef was with Chris in his car. Chris had a two door car with bucket seats so they climbed into the back for a bit more room as usual.

They made out for a while until both were panting and horny. Stef had one hand in Chris' lap as they swapped tongues and kissed. Chris was a good kisser and loved playing with her nipples, which Stef loved too. When they finally broke their kiss, they stripped off their clothes in seconds. When they came back together, Stef stroked Chris' already hard eighteen year old cock while he sucked on her distended nipples. 

Chris continued to suck and nibble on her titties as she pulled on his dick. Stef looked down to see a drop of pre-cum glistening on the end of Chris' blood engorged cock. The dim light from the back of the store provided enough light for them to see okay. Stef liked Chris' dick even though it wasn't as big as Jordan's. It got hard as steel and dripped pre-cum like a fountain. She also knew from experience he had a quick trigger the first time. If she wanted a good fucking, she would need to get him off once first. 

Stef pulled back from him and looked into Chris' eyes. She could see the hunger there and was only too glad to oblige him. She put a hand to his chest pushing him back against the car door. They had done this a few times already and Chris' eagerly complied, knowing what was to come next.