Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2003 15:03:00 +0000 (GMT) From: sam carter <sam_c02uk@yahoo.co.uk> Subject: Science of Love - part 1 This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to anyone, anywhere, anywhen is purely coincidental. This story involves sex between adult females. If that's not your thing, or if it is illegal in any way, then stop reading. Otherwise, Enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------- "Shit," I whispered fiercely as I hauled myself out of my snug duvet, "bloody well late again." Standing groggily in the semi-darkness (it was 9am, but winter) I silently vowed to never, ever drink vodka again. For the hundredth time this year. It wasn't that I couldn't wake up - my alarm clock blaring out "William Tell" saw to that - nor that I didn't want to go to work. Being one of the seemingly few people who actually enjoy what they do, I am more than willing to put in the time and effort. So, what do I do? Basically, I am a lowly postgraduate research scientist, superior only to the lab-rats and undergraduates and definitely underpaid, overworked and sexually frustrated, as most scientists (particularly the lesbian variety) appear to be. Anyway, as my alcohol-induced weariness lifted at the joyous prospect of heading to the lab, I showered, ate and dressed myself in whatever was on the floor. Being a student has its perks! I then swiftly changed into my best trousers, royal blue shirt over a black T-shirt and a matching black jacket - my clock told me it was Wednesday, meeting day, so I wanted to look my best - never know who might turn up. Actually, I did, and that was the point - she'd be wearing a shirt, trousers and a waistcoat, probably my favourite black one with the blue trim that so effectively outlined her smallish but shapely breasts. "Less dreaming, more action," I reminded myself as I realised I was staring into my mug of cold coffee. Today would be the day I would Say Something. I mean, I say something every day, but today I intended to inform the woman of my dreams that I am in love with her, that I love talking with her, spending time with her, and that come hell or high water I cannot stop staring at her arse! The problem (there always is one, after all) is that she is my boss. Not just my boss in the normal sense of the word, but my research supervisor, the woman who ultimately would decide whether or not I am worthy of a doctorate. Also, I am a woman, and she is not gay. So, what do you reckon my chances are of a successful encounter? Nil sound about right? We'll see.... I trotted into the department at 9.30am, not bad for me, really, after a bender like last night. At least ten pints of strong bitter, numerous spirits and an aftershock or two leaves even a butch dyke like me a bit worse for wear. Still, I bring it on myself. It was all in preparation for today, although what I should have done, actually, is get pissed during the day and then catch her on the way out of work. Then if all goes dreadfully wrong, I could write it off as drunken nonsense, beg forgiveness and promise to go to Alcoholics Anonymous. "Stay calm," I muttered as I descended one flight of stairs, "you're not going to do it right away, not even this morning. Just act normally." Taking a deep breath, I rounded the corner and saw that her office door was well and truly shut. That means one of three things. One, she's inside but on the phone or something. Two, she's not here at all. Three, she's in the lab, which is where I'm heading. I strode the twenty metres or so to the lab and swung the door open with an air of confidence that surprised me. And the person standing right behind the door. "Oh, Christ, I'm sorry! Why are you standing there, anyway?" It was Mark, one of the undergraduates in our lab, fit, football-playing stud (I guess in America he'd be called a jock or something) and he has a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He muttered something and barged past me. She was there, Katja. Standing over a computer, she looked up at the sound of my voice. Our eyes met and her mouth creased into a smile, eyes twinkling with a gaze fixed directly on me. She is of Russian descent, and it shows. Lean, hard features, one of the brown-eyed, brown-haired type, medium build, not too tall but with an arse to die for, drool over, dream about, whatever. Everyone knows how I feel about Kat, except her, though I sometimes wonder about that. I smiled back, not too much, and said "Hi, Kat - did you have a good holiday, then, or was it too bloody cold?" "Yeah, too right it was cold. Only minus thirty on New Year's Eve is all. I swear it's more than that in the Arctic!" "What did you get up to, then?" I asked innocently, dumping my coat on the nearest bench. "Oh, family stuff, mostly, bit of shopping, you know." Again, those deep brown eyes looked straight into mine, distracting me sufficiently that I was not able to reply straight away. When I did, I was surprised at what came out. "I wondered, would you fancy a drink after work, catch up and the like? Since we haven't seen each other for a few weeks." I grinned, immensely proud of myself. She'd never refused an invitation yet, and we've had a few good times since we met last year. "Could do, I don't see why not," she responded immediately, running her hand through her thick, brown hair. God, I wish I could do that! Right, I was set. The lights are on, the cameras are rolling, the actors are backstage rehearsing...all I needed was a kind audience, a good prompter and a little luck to see me through. **************************************** The day passed slowly. Even the meeting was tedious as we had some guy from another group droning on about his largely irrelevant work. Most of the day was spent sitting at my desk alone, fantasising about what could, but probably wouldn't happen later. Once, she had made a joke about snogging me, but she looked at me as she said it and I could still see her face now. Picturing this, I leaned back in my chair, caressing my hard nipples and moaning softly. God, I need this, I thought as my hands moved faster over my large breasts, stuffed into my bra and desperate for attention. Imagining her sweet lips meeting mine, I slid my right hand inside my trousers and stroked my clit through my soaked pants, breathing faster at every touch. In my mind, I felt her tongue against mine as I pressed one, then two fingers inside whilst caressing my sensitive mound with my other hand. "Oh, Kat!" I cried softly, involuntarily, as my body shuddered with pleasure. I waited a few minutes for the waves to subside, then quickly righted my clothing - this was not exclusively my office, and I'd have a hard time explaining things to any passer-by. 7pm arrived, the time when, if we say "After work", we usually mean now. I approached her office door and knocked softly. "Come in!" was the reply in that distinctive Russian accent, which always sends shivers down my spine. I pushed open the door and saw papers everywhere, kettle on the floor, drawers open and coat flung over the back of the chair. I smiled. Nothing new there, I noted. "Hey, are you coming or what?" I said. "Er, give me a minute, just want to finish this email." I waited patiently, looking at a Russian calendar on the wall. Shortly she stood up and gathered her things together, picked up her coat and looked across at me. "Right, let's go, then. Where do you fancy?" Between your legs, I thought privately, as I said out loud "Oh, I don't know. How about the cafe-bar in the union?" She agreed, and with that we left the department and trudged through the snow and ice to the Student's Union building. It was a cold, clear night, one where the stars glow white with fire, where frosted grass crunches underfoot, where dreams seem to take over reality. Scotland in January was not to be missed. I stood for a moment as we approached the centuries-old building which housed a shop, bar and restaurant, among other student facilities. I was not ready for what I was about to do, I never would be. "Maybe I'll just let it be," I thought as I picked out Orion, one of the few constellations I could recognise. Then, I felt an arm through mine, distracting me from my stargazing. "What's up?" Kat smiled as she held my arm tightly, gently steering me towards the light of the entrance. I pulled away and grinned back as I draped my arm across her shoulders and felt hers snake around me. "I was just thinking what a perfect night it is," I replied rather lamely. It's hard to think when a Goddess is returning your hug without complaint! There were few people in the dimly-lit bar as we made our way inside. We picked a table and stripped off coats, hats, gloves and scarves before we roasted in front of the open fire. I went to fetch drinks and returned to Kat, who was stretched out in a comfy chair. I sat down opposite and took a large drink of beer. "Well, spit it out - what's on your mind?" I half-choked on my pint. I wasn't used to people being so direct, and I certainly couldn't do that myself. Gathering my wits together, I looked across at her twinkling eyes, bright with humour and satisfaction. This was going to be impossible. I was having trouble merely opening my mouth, and I was only going to ask her if the coffee was ok! "Yes, so anyway it was damn cold but good to get away from this place. Andrew came over for a while but then left, he had other things on, you know," she continued. My little ears pricked up at this snippet. A hint of criticism of the perfect, sun-shines-out-of-every-orifice- Andrew? This I have to hear. "Oh, yes, mmm?," I murmured encouragingly, seemingly only half-interested but in truth burning with curiosity. Something was wrong. "Well, you know he's busy at work, what with the merger and everything. Not to mention shagging his PA which I suppose takes up quite a bit of valuable time." Kat looked down at her cup, wrapping her long fingers around it with a small sigh. "Do you know, I knew this would happen eventually, living so far away." So did I, I thought privately. It wasn't distance - an hour on the train - it was the fact that this guy is a complete bastard without a brain or feelings to speak of. Could work to my advantage, though. Except that this is a woman I care about with all my heart, and taking advantage when people are down is not my style. Even so, things were on the up... ************************************** "You can't drive like that, you know you can't. We'll put you in a taxi and you can come and get your car tomorrow." "Leave me alone, I'm fine," Kat slurred, pushing me away and staggering across the pavement. I felt helpless - I couldn't tell my boss what to do, but I wasn't about to let my friend do something so incredibly stupid. "Look, I've only had a couple. If you insist on taking the car, then at least let me drive, hmm? I can sleep on the couch, no problem. Come on, what do you say?" I took her by the shoulders, forcing her to look at me. Those eyes, bright as buttons only hours ago, were now slightly glazed and unfocussed as she leaned on me for support. She nodded her consent and we began walking slowly in the direction of the car park, my arm around her waist and her head resting heavily against me. I wondered if she knew what she was doing to me. She fell asleep in the car almost as soon as we had set off. It took longer to get there than it should have done, as I wasn't entirely sure of the way, but by midnight we were inside the old stone farmhouse, long devoid of any associated farmland having been sold off as separate property years ago. I passed on the coal fire and instead lit the gas heater installed in the corner of the low-roofed living room. Kat, now a little more sober, settled on the leather couch and called me over. "Come sit here, it's more comfortable than the chair," she stated matter-of-factly. I wasn't about to argue. I strode across and sat, closer than I meant to but she didn't seem to mind, snuggling up to me and closing her eyes. "Thanks for listening to me moan on about Andy all night," she said suddenly, "I guess I needed someone to talk to. I'm glad I've got you as a friend." "That's ok," I murmured softly into her hair, kissing her gently on the forehead. God, how I had waited for a moment such as this, and now it had arrived I was convinced I was going to cock it all up. What should I do? My mind was whirling with conflicting suggestions when Kat made up my mind for me. She tilted her head back and kissed me gently but firmly on the lips. This was no accident, I thought as I responded eagerly, not daring to use my aching tongue but feeling her lips part, tasting as much as I could. I could hardly breathe. She pushed me backwards slowly so that I was lying against the cold leather arm with her body pressed against the length of mine, almost on top of me, and kissed me again, more forcefully with an urgency I recognised. "Wait, Kat, this isn't right." I sat up, holding her at arm's length. "If this is to get back at Andrew, well, I can't do it. You must know how much I want this, how much I've wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you, but.." My voice trailed off as she brought a hand to my face and traced the outline of my cheek. "Sshh, love, and listen." She brought her fingers to my mouth and caressed my open lips. "This is about us, not him, I want this too. I didn't know it before but I do now. All those looks, the joking around, the hugs and smiles - this is what it was about, wasn't it?" I nodded wordlessly. How could I have been so blind? Of course she, an intelligent, sensitive woman would have known exactly how I feel. It is rather obvious, after all. I leaned back again, pulling her towards me and we kissed again, it felt more wonderful than I'd ever imagined. Her tongue pressed deep into my mouth, and I responded greedily, exploring, tasting. Slowly I moved my hand down her smooth back, her silky shirt rippling through my fingers. I reached the top of her trousers and stopped, then slid my hand underneath her shirt and back up, feeling her warm skin with my rough hands as she drew breath sharply at the cold touch. She parted her mouth from mine and moved slightly so that I could cover her neck with small kisses. Responding with a slight moan, she pushed my other hand towards the buttons of her shirt. I didn't need telling twice. Breathlessly I undid them one by one, watching as the sides fell away to reveal her exquisite, delicate breasts that I had secretly admired for years. She sat up briefly and shrugged off the top, and shot me a look that most definitely said "Well?" I smiled and grabbed her in a huge hug, manoeuvring her on top of me in one swift movement. Taking one perfect nipple into my mouth I gently sucked, making it hard with excitement, my tongue darting across the top with a short, quick rhythm. She moaned again as I continued on the other nipple, taking my time and remembering to come up for air. I wanted this to last forever. Kat shifted so that my leg was in between hers, her crotch pressing against my thigh in an attempt to bring some relief to her throbbing clit. I took the top of her trousers and pushed them downwards over her knees along with her soaked green pants, where she kicked them away violently. "Better?" I whispered into her ear, taking the time to kiss her lobe and gently caress her with my tongue. She couldn't answer, breathing deeply and silently begging for more. I couldn't wait any longer, I wanted to touch her, to taste inside her and show her what a woman could do. I shifted out from under her, never letting my hands part from her smooth, hot flesh, turned her onto her back and, still fully clothed, straddled her and bent over towards her mouth again. With another, almost rough kiss, I began moving down, tracing around her soft breasts with my wet tongue, then kissing her erect nipples as I slowly, with trembling fingers, massaged her hairy mound, feeling the wetness from her excitement. Further still I reached, stroking the side of her swollen clit causing her to stir violently and moan, louder this time, more desperate. I stole a glance at her face, and she looked back with pleading eyes, begging for more. I carefully pushed my middle finger inside her, it easily went in, deep, and I bent it upwards ever so slightly to hit that spot which would drive her wild. She shuddered, grinding her crotch into my arm. I slid down, pausing to kiss her stomach and hips, I wanted everything. Moving to the middle, I buried my face in her mound, smelling her womanly scent, my heart beating ever faster. Her clit was an inch from my nose, red and throbbing. With open mouth, I lovingly kissed it, gently skimming the tip with my tongue. Her whole body bucked at once, making me lose contact. I moved another finger to join the one still inside her and began thrusting slowly, rhythmically against the wall of her drenched passage. Her back arched in response as I teased her delicious clit with my tongue, probing relentlessly in time with my fingers. She was close now, her breath ragged and hoarse as she writhed in my grip. The woman I loved was almost at orgasm through my tender loving. I closed my eyes and quickened my tempo, sliding a third finger inside, covering my hand with her juices. I could taste her sweet, musky liquid in my mouth as I covered her clit with my lips, sucking and pressing as I moved my tongue in quick, hard circles. With a cry, her whole body trembled as she reached a climax. Screaming out my name, she shuddered and kicked out as the throes of orgasm engulfed her. Moaning at each wave, it seemed ages until she finally collapsed back onto the couch, breathing hard, her hands running lovingly through my hair. I crawled back up to face her, drenched in sweat from the effort. Our heads met in a kiss that felt so natural and right that I never wanted to move again. Resting against each other, there was no need for words. ---------------------------------------------------- If you like what you've read, email me, sam_c02uk@yahoo.co.uk If you don't, also email me, bearing in mind that I'm not a professional writer and this is my first effort. Cheers!