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.