Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2001 03:11:52 +0100
From: Hecate <hecate@newsguy.com>
Subject: Chemistry of Love (FF Rom)

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The Chemistry of Love (FF Rom, Slow)


By Hecate (hecate@newsguy.com)



1. The Elements


It's quite extraordinary, the places you fall in
lust.  I was quite happily juggling some chemicals
in the first lab in the second year of my degree
course, when I noticed this woman. Why, I don't
know. She sort of simply came to my attention.
There was nothing spectacular about her - pretty
rather than beautiful, maybe a bit taller than
average, and not looking particularly good in
those awful plastic glasses you have to wear to
keep stuff out of your eyes.

She didn't even notice me, directly opposite her
at the lab bench. She was concentrating on what
she was doing.  I, on the other hand, found these
sorts of practicals far too easy, so my attention
frequently wandered. Basically, all you had to do
was get stuff mixed in the right proportions,
carry out procedures, and produce the right,
purified compound at the end.  I'd studied hard
before I joined my course, and I could have done
the experiments with my eyes shut.

Hannah (that was her name) carried on oblivious.
Now I'd started to look at her, I started to
notice her body. She wasn't slim, but she was the
right side of voluptuous.  Her breasts made a nice
rounded shape under the lab coat and, when she
turned round, I could see how her rear neatly
pushed out the white cotton. As always, when
seeing someone attractive, my thoughts turned to
lust and my body reacted. I looked away as I felt
the heat rise between my thighs, and blushed.  I
hoped no one else was looking.

For the next couple of weeks, I'd watch her
intently whilst pretending to get on with my work.
I even stopped finishing early and deliberately
extended the time I needed to complete the
experiments. I noticed that she'd made friends
with some of the other women. I was naturally shy
and hadn't really made any friends yet, but I
started chatting to one of the women I often saw
with her. She was actually quite beautiful, though
somehow, didn't attract me the same way Hannah
did.

I started hanging around with the group and began
chatting to Hannah.  She was very pleasant, if a
little serious, and spent most of the time asking
me, inside and outside the lab, questions about
chemistry. She was really a mathematician and I
don't know why she'd picked chemistry as her
second subject for her double degree - at least
biochemistry and chemistry made sense for me. In
the end, I didn't care - I was really glad that
she had.

My next problem, I was to find out, was getting
close to her and relating to her emotionally. So
many things about us were different. She came from
a very conservative background and was pretty
straight-laced. She thought pot was what you
cooked in.  She was a member of a Christian
society. She hardly drank at all and didn't go to
the pub much, whereas I drank, smoked both legal
and illegal substances, was an atheist and much
more liberal.  The killer, of course, was that she
only considered going out with men, whereas I only
considered going out with women. I don't think the
word lesbian was even in her vocabulary.

I don't think she realised that I was one either.
It wasn't till I'd got to University that I'd had
the recognized that I was a lesbian.  I'd never
really dated boys, and the only experiences I had
were bad.  When I got to university I met another
woman and my life changed - much for the better.
Then I went a bit crazy - it felt like so many
women and so little time. I realised how much of
my previous life, as I thought of it, had been
wasted, just because the society I lived in didn't
approve. So I determined to make up for lost time.
Now, I was back to my usual self. A bit shy, but
comfortable in situations where I knew I was among
people who didn't think I was odd or bad.  Up till
now, I'd never been in the situation where the
person I lusted after didn't even understand
lesbianism existed.


2. Heating the Reactants


One day, I heard her tell someone it was her
birthday tomorrow, so I rushed off to the campus
shop to buy a card. Not too intimate in the
wording, but guaranteed to make her think. I was
hoping that she'd merely think that I was a really
good friend.  Women are usually more overtly
friendly than men, and I thought she wouldn't be
suspicious of my motives, though I really had no
reason to think that she would.  It seemed she
still didn't realise my preference for women.

We had been chatting more and more, and several
times had gone to the pub together, though I was
drinking beer and she usually had a soft drink.
So I asked her if I could buy her a drink for her
birthday, and took her to the Student Bar.  She
had a rum and coke, and I stuck with beer. We sat
down and I passed over the card.  She opened it,
read it, and said what a really nice card it was.
Then, to my surprise, she leaned over and gave me
a fleeting kiss on the cheek.

I was walking on air afterwards. I'd had affairs
before, but I'd never felt quite like this.  I was
hoping that it would be the start of something.

During the next couple of weeks, we saw even more
of each other. I was constantly helping her in the
lab, and we'd often go for a drink afterwards. I
found myself getting really frustrated. This
wasn't *only* lust. I knew her quite well by then,
and I absolutely had to do something. As luck
would have it, one day after a lab she invited me
back to her room for coffee so we could just chat,
listen to some music, and relax. I had a couple of
hours before I was due to meet her, so I hurried
back to my flat to get ready. This was not a time
for my usual jeans and sweatshirt!

I put on my Little Black Dress after changing into
my sexiest underwear. OK, I know it's a bit
obvious, but Hannah wouldn't notice, I was sure.
And I really wanted to look my best. My LBD came
down to mid thigh and had a scooped neck and
showed off the tops of my breasts nicely. And the
smell from the perfume I sprayed between them
would help, I was certain. Well, as certain as
anyone madly in lust, and maybe love, would ever
be . . .

I was a bit older than Hannah as I'd gone to
University late. I was 24 and she was only 19.
Walking over to her room, I felt like a teen again
- nervous with a quickening pulse and heartbeat,
and the sort of breathlessness that comes not from
walking, but from the jitters.  I knocked on the
door, feeling that she'd be able to hear my heart
pounding through it.



3.  An Ideal Temperature


"Hi, Michelle!" said Hannah. "Glad you could make
it. Nice dress - you going out somewhere later?"

First mistake.

"Umm, nice perfume, are you meeting someone?"

Second mistake.

Oh well, I hoped there weren't any more as I stood
there and stammered a reply.

"N-no, I simply like dressing up when I can."

One of the lamest excuses I'd ever heard *myself*,
but I was too nervous to think of anything else.

She just grinned at me, and offered me a coffee.
The university rooms were quite small, so we both
sat on the bed and chatted for a while.  Helen put
on some Queen, one of her favourites, and had that
as a background as we did the usual thing students
do and discussed Life, the Universe and
Everything. I started to relax a bit then. She
brought up religion and I thought, "Oh, no". As a
confirmed atheist, and someone who was leery of
"committed" anything's, my heart sank. But she
surprised me. She told me she was no longer part
of the Christian Society. Apparently it was full
of fundamentalists who thought Roman Catholics
weren't even Christian.  I relaxed again. I'd
thought for a minute that she was one of those
"conversion" types.

I asked her why she didn't have a boyfriend.
Dangerous, I know, but it fitted the conversation
we were having.  She told me she'd never found the
right person. I wasn't sure what to make of that.
She didn't say the "right man," but the right
person. It certainly got my hopes up. I stared
into her eyes, my inhibitions shedding with my
need for something to happen. She leaned over to
put her cup on her bedside table, and brushed my
arm with her breast.  I could feel the electricity
of her touch surge through me. As she moved back,
I gently put my hand to her face, leaned up, and
kissed her on the lips.

I pulled back and looked at her. She didn't pull
away from me. She simply looked at me. "No woman
has ever done that to me before," she said.

"I-I'm sorry. I couldn't resist it. I've been
attracted to you for a long time. I-I  had to."

And then I made my third mistake. As I leaned back
I knocked the remains of my coffee all over the
floor. I leapt up and asked her for a cloth. I was
almost in tears. I couldn't bear for the moment to
have been spoiled like that. She got a cloth and
wiped it up herself, put the cloth and the cup in
her sink, and went back and sat on the bed. I
stood over her.

"I suppose you'd like me to go now," I said with a
defeated tone.

She looked up at me for what must have been a few
seconds, but felt like hours.

"No," she said, "sit down here again and let's
talk."


4.  The Reactants Mix

And talk we did. For hours. She asked me all about
myself and I told her. After the kiss, I had to be
honest. Anyway, I *wanted* to be honest with her.
I was quickly realising that anyone who wasn't
honest with her wouldn't get very far.

I explained how I'd realised I was a lesbian and
that there had been other women before. I told her
what my pet hates were and what I enjoyed doing.
She told me all about herself, which had been a
bit of a mystery to me until now. I listened
intently when she told me about the boys she'd
been out with.  I so wanted her to tell me that
she had realised she wasn't into that, but she
didn't.

It was almost daylight by the time we ran out of
things to say. I knew her far better then, and
wanted her even more. She knew me, and more about
me, than anyone I'd talked to before. But what did
she think? I still didn't know.

We went to the kitchen and cleaned the cups, and
then went back into her room. We sat for a short
while, on the bed next to each other, just quiet.

Finally, she said, "Well, I think you'd better go.
We both need to get *some* sleep before lectures".
She smiled and I got up. So did she. She walked
the short distance to her door with me. I turned,
opened the door and walked through. I turned to
say goodbye and she was right behind me. She
leaned into me and kissed me on the lips.

I stood there as she backed off, said goodnight,
and closed the door. I remained there for a few
moments afterwards, remembering what she had done;
fixing it in my mind so I wouldn't ever forget.

I walked back to my flat in a daze. She hadn't
said she wouldn't be with me, she hadn't said she
had. But she *had* kissed me of her own free will.
I didn't know what to think. I knew I had to see
her again soon, and preferably privately.

I slept for four hours and then got up to go to
lectures. We had another chemistry lab class in
the afternoon, and I knew I'd see her there (the
morning's lectures were for my other subject,
Biochemistry. Her other subject was Maths). I was
on automatic during the lectures, and had to
borrow notes from a friend. Even if I hadn't been
tired, all I could think of was Hannah.

I grabbed some lunch and was the first one in the
lab, earning raised eyebrows from the Professor,
as he knew I usually slid in late when I hoped he
wasn't looking.

I was all set up before Hannah arrived. I knew I
could finish quickly, as usual. Then I could help
her and we could get out early.  I needed some
more sleep, but I wasn't going to miss the chance
of being with her.

The experiment went as expected and I walked round
to help Hannah. She was polite as she always had
been, thanking me for my help, but did nothing,
and said nothing, to reflect what had happened the
night before. I was wondering whether that was the
end of it, when her hand tentatively covered mine
as I was adjusting the controls on the heating
element.

Surprisingly, I didn't immediately start to shake.
I'd never felt this way about someone, and I was
doing all sorts of things, and reacting in all
sorts of ways, which I'd giggled at other people
doing. But I just left her hand there and twisted
the dial. She left her hand there a fraction
longer than was entirely necessary, given that she
was "obviously" trying to turn the dial too.

I was amazed that she'd done that. I hadn't
expected her to do anything at all. I'd thought it
would be me that would have to make any "moves",
and I didn't hold out much hope that they'd be
reciprocated. Inside, I was in turmoil. I *didn't*
understand. I thought she was straight and that I
didn't really have a chance. I was just trying
because I was desperate for her.

The rest of the lab work went smoothly and nothing
else happened. Though she did have a grin on her
face all the way through. I hoped she wasn't
playing with me. I asked her if we could meet
after the lab, but she wanted to do some work in
the library afterwards. My heart sank, but she
surprised me again by inviting me over to her room
for round about 9 PM. I agreed immediately, hoping
I didn't sound to eager. We left the lab and I
went back to my flat.


5. A Volatile Compound

I had a bath before I went over, but this time no
perfume and no LBD. I wore a simple denim skirt
and plain white blouse.  Still a bit less casual
then I normally wore, but I didn't want her to see
me as the stereotypical lesbian.  I'd met very few
of those anyway. Most lesbians I knew only dressed
in boiler suits and such like for a laugh at
parties.

I walked over to her block as nervous as hell. I
no longer knew how I was going to approach this. I
thought she'd given me a sign in the lab, but it
was only one touch, even if I thought she
lingered. Oh well, I mentally shrugged; I'll take
it as it goes.

I knocked on the door. I wasn't feeling at all
relaxed about everything and my knocks were quite
timid, more like taps. It was really unlike me.

Hannah opened the door and smiled at me, waving me
in. "Coffee?" she said.

Well, I couldn't do it again, could I? So I
accepted and we both sat on the bed. Hannah put
some music on low, and we started to chat again.
Mainly about work, and what we wanted to do in the
future, but nothing that verged on relationships
at all.  I thought I'd got it all wrong.

Then she said, "You know when you kissed me
yesterday?"

I started and said, "Yes...?"

"Would you like to try it again?" she asked with a
grin.

I did it again. No, not the kiss, the thing with
the coffee. Only this time it went down the front
of her sweatshirt. I could have screamed. I was
aware that it might not be a good idea to start
trying to dab her chest, so I simply sat there
thinking I'd screwed up again.

She amazed me once more. She laughed and removed
her sweatshirt, exposing her beautiful breasts
encased in a lacy white bra.

Now I was feeling horny as *well* as stupid!

But she just sat down beside me, looked at me and
said, "Well? You haven't answered my question."

I must have looked like an idiot as I sat there,
open mouthed, trying to stammer out a yes. But I
managed it and leaned forward. I put one hand
behind her neck and started kissing her. The kiss
seemed to go on forever. This wasn't the quick
kiss on the lips that we'd had yesterday; we
explored each other's lips and then our mouths.
When we finally broke for air, I was feeling
extremely horny. All the while we'd kissed, her
breasts had been pressed into mine and I had to
desperately will myself to keep my hands off them.

She was flushed and looking at me a bit
differently. She looked bewildered and yet
aroused. I looked at her, saying nothing. I knew
that she'd have to come to terms with herself
before anything else happened.

We sat for a few minutes, almost in silence. The
music had stopped, and the only sound was our deep
breathing.

Eventually, she looked me in the eyes and said, "I
don't know what to say. I've never done that
properly before, at least not with a woman. And I
haven't felt like that with men when *I* have done
it." She laughed. "Perhaps I should try some
more?" She opened her arms, pushing those round,
soft breasts at me. What could I do? I just fell
into them and we began kissing again.

This time I used my hands, lightly brushing the
back of her neck and stroking her lovely blonde
hair.  She seemed to relax into me and I moved
from stroking her hair to stroking, lightly, the
top of her cleavage. She didn't stop me so I
carried on, our lips still locked together.

With my other hand I reached round to the clip of
her bra, hoping I wasn't going too fast for her.
She stopped me, and I thought it was too much, but
she stopped kissing, stood up, removed her bra and
her jeans and sat back down with me again.

"Look," she said, "I'm nervous about this, but I
really want to feel you touching me. So here are
the rules. Touch as much you want but the panties
stay on. OK?"

I was astonished, both that she was so willing to
do this, and that she'd let me go that far when
she hadn't given any indication of Sapphic
tendencies before. I was also aware that,
suddenly, she seemed to be running the show.

We lay down on the bed, side by side. I reached
over her and put my right hand on her left breast
and began kissing at the same time. She was a bit
stiff at first, but soon loosened up and was
kissing me back as hard as I was kissing her.

I stroked her breasts while kissing her, paying
attention to her nipples as they hardened.  Soon
they were pointing towards the ceiling, and I
moved my mouth down, caressing her neck with my
tongue then beginning to suck on one of them. I
used one hand to hold the breast I was nursing on,
while my other hand lightly stroked her torso,
almost, but not quite tickling her. She began to
moan softly and I moved my hand further down to
the top of her panties.

I slid my hand over them and onto where I thought
her clit would be, and began long leisurely
strokes. I could feel the wetness beginning to
soak into the crotch of her panties. Quite soon, I
could feel her swollen lips too, and started to
speed up a little. She began to move her hips
slightly and I realised she was getting really
aroused.  Still in all my clothes, (I didn't want
to push my luck) I could feel how wet my own
panties were.

I pressed harder now, while moving between both
her breasts with my mouth.  I knew she wouldn't
let me kiss her pussy, even with her panties on,
so I tried to make sure she would have a good come
anyway.  When she did come she was quite noisy,
but I was pleased that she'd let me give her such
a good orgasm. I didn't stop, just continued to
play with her.

Her second orgasm came faster, and louder. She was
soaked now, and her panties were so wet I could
feel her every curve.  My arm was getting quite
tired, but I persevered and was happy to see her
come a third time, though not as loudly as the
first two. She pushed my arm away then, and I lay
back next to her. We were silent for a while and
then she said, in a small voice, "That's never
happened to me before."

I was careful to merely say, "No?" and leave it at
that. I wanted her to think about it.  Meantime, I
was horny as hell, but I wasn't going to get her
to do anything without her making the move.

Hannah got up on one elbow, looked at me, and
said, "Thank you. I've never felt like that
before, never realised it could be so good. But
now I need to mull over what's happened. You won't
think me awful if I ask you to go?"

I said, "No, of course not," and got up to leave.
I had some thinking to do, too. And I desperately
wanted to get to my flat, into my bedroom and make
myself come.  I don't think I'd ever felt so near
the edge without being touched.

We said goodbye, and she gave me a deep, tongue-
engaging kiss.  I walked back to my flat. It was
cold outside. I could feel the breeze whipping up
my skirt and tantalising me more as it feathered
over my drenched panties. All the way over I was
hoping that she would continue with this
relationship. I knew I'd done all I could, and I'd
tried to not push, but if it wasn't enough, there
was nothing more I could do.

I got back and spent all of five minutes getting
myself off. I lost count of how many times I came,
fantasizing that it was her hands, her fingers,
stroking and fucking me.  I slept quite well, but
woke up the following morning with nagging doubts.
I'd have to wait and see.

We both had a lecture that morning, and I got
there a bit early. She did, too. She came straight
up to me and grabbed my hand, whispering, "Follow
me!".

I followed her into the women's toilets. There was
no one else there because we were early, and she
grabbed my hand again and pulled me in one of the
stalls, bolting the door behind us. I must have
looked a bit bewildered, but that didn't last long
as she put both hands on my face, pulled me
towards her, and began kissing me frantically.

I relaxed into her and kissed back. Then she put
one hand behind my neck and pulled me tightly
against her. The other hand went down my back and
started fondling my ass through my skirt. This
only occurred for a couple of minutes, just enough
to get me turned on. Then she stopped and said, "I
think you've been worrying. Well, that's your
answer!" And laughed!

I was astounded and so happy at the same time. I
never really thought that I stood a chance,
although I'd tried my hardest. I'd been dreaming
of this for what seemed forever, and I never
believed my dream would come true standing, one
morning, in a cubicle in the women's toilets.



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