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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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