Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2003 20:24:28 +0100 (BST)
From: "[iso-8859-1] sam carter" <sam_c02uk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Science of Love - part 2

This is a work of fiction.  Any similarity to anyone, anywhere, anywhen is
purely coincidental.

This story involves sex between adult females (and maybe males. See how it
goes...)  If that's not your thing, or if it is illegal in any way, then
stop reading.  Otherwise, Enjoy!

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For the second day in a row (or was it the third, come to think of it?) I
awoke with a monster hangover, blurred eyes and an unexplained bruise on a
part of my body that I don't want to talk about.  Untangling myself
gingerly from the duvet, I slid out of bed and struggled to my feet.  There
was daylight shining through the curtains and it was fairly warm (given
that it's winter), so I surmised that it was rather too late to make that
9.30am meeting.  I felt like I hadn't slept, though I suppose I must have
or I wouldn't have had that amazing dream about my sexy Russian supervisor.
[Yes, a dream.  You didn't really think it would be THAT easy, did you?!]
I sighed, looking around my poky room littered with beer cans, a pizza box
and a severely depleted bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Ugh," I muttered, glaring at the sorry-looking carpet.  I hate Jack
Daniels anyway.  I really have to change my lifestyle - it's just not
becoming of a young lady.  I grinned to myself at my impression of my
grandmother.


I didn't bother dressing particularly carefully today, selecting instead
the clothes that I'd discarded yesterday.  I wouldn't say I'm careless
about my appearance, but when I'm stomping around the laboratory waving
chemicals and dirty equipment around there seems little point in wearing
one's best clothes.  Unless one is trying to make an impression on someone,
of course.

"What have I got to do today" I wondered aloud as I parked myself in front
of my favourite computer in the far corner of the lab (where nobody could
see that I'm actually checking my email, reading news on the BBC website or
thrashing the computer at Scrabble).  Having missed one meeting, I thought
I'd better look sharp and make sure I don't forget anything else.  To my
delight, when I fished out my diary from underneath a pile of papers, I saw
that the day was empty except for a meeting at 3pm(in my mind I read
'rendezvous') with Kat, my delicious delectable Supervisor, in which we
were to discuss boring work matters for the hundredth time.  But any
occasion is better than none, I grinned, as I wondered what she would be
wearing today.  Since finding out that her bloke was cheating on her she
had been rather down in the dumps, for what reason I can't imagine as he
was a nasty piece of work anyway, not exactly handsome and a total tosser.
"I wonder why she didn't dump him," I mused as I checked my email again to
see if anything interesting had arrived during the last five minutes.
Suddenly, the door opened, banged against a cupboard and swung back,
hitting the unfortunate entrant in the face.

"Ow, ow, bugger it!"  Mark managed to get past on the second attempt and
trotted into the lab holding his nose, which wasn't pretty anyway after
years of rugby and football.

"You alright there, Mark?  That door's an evil sod sometimes," I remarked,
amused.  On the football pitch, the lanky 6-footer had the grace of an
angel, but around the lab I have never seen anyone as accident-prone,
except possibly for myself.

Mark was one of the project students in our lab, bright, friendly and
sport-mad.  The other undergraduate, Deb, was small, blonde and petite with
an infectious laugh and a wicked sense of humour, and she walked into the
lab a minute later.

"Hiya, Chris, [that's me!] what's Andrew doing here with Katja?"

My ears doubled in size and I almost fell off my chair in my hurry to go
and have a look.  Andrew is Kat's tosser boyfriend and if he really is
here, that means trouble of the highest order.  Surely not?

"Andrew - are you sure it's him? Where is he, what are they doing? When did
you see them?" I questioned breathlessly, not believing what I had heard.
Deb, sensing my uneasiness, laid a comforting arm on my shoulder, saying "I
know how much this upsets you, but he is her boyfriend.  We all know what a
wanker he is, but she loves him."  She looked me pointedly in the eye.  I
sighed and nodded.

"But I'm still going to have a look, just to make sure.  Coming, Mark?"

"Aye, go on then.  Gotta see this one!"

All three of us strolled out of the laboratory and down the corridor past
Katja's office.  The door was shut.

"Were they in there?" I whispered to Deb, pointing.

"No, walking upstairs towards the front entrance.  They can only be a
minute gone."  We hurried upstairs into the majestic, old entrance hall
framed by huge pillars, with wooden beams criss-crossing the high ceiling.

"That way, look," said Mark, nudging me and indicating two figures in the
doorway that led out into a grassy quadrangle.

My face fell.  There was no mistaking Kat, in her long dark coat and
leather boots, and the man she had her arm around certainly looked like
that prize pillock Andrew. I felt a hand on both my arms - my friends were
not about to let me do something stupid; besides, it was starting to snow
and we weren't wearing coats.  I leaned heavily against the door frame,
watching the couple talking animatedly together for several minutes before
a voice interrupted my murderous musings.

"Come on, Chris, let's get back and have a cup of tea.  I think Professor
Greyhall left that brandy behind last week so we can spice it up a bit.
Chris?"

I turned to Deb, whose pretty features were creased with worry, presumably
for me.  I tried to smile but it came out as an evil grimace.

"Why the hell not?"  We made our way downstairs, freezing already in the
draughty hallways.

Half an hour later, as we were on our third brandy (having discarded the
teapot), getting pissed and and slagging off you-know-whom, Kat quietly
entered the room and started to take off her coat, shaking her brown hair
that looked as beautiful wet as dry.  Her brown eyes shone as her gaze fell
upon the trio of myself, Mark and Deb, as Mark unsuccessfully tried to hide
the brandy bottle.

"No eating or drinking allowed in the lab, guys, and definitely not that
type of drink."  Her accent made me shiver every time, clipped Russian but
a soft, gentle voice.

"Ah, come on, we're nowhere near anything expensive and it's cold as hell
in here!" I countered, knowing full well that today she probably wouldn't
care.

"Hell is hot, so they tell us, so that's not a valid metaphor, and besides,
who died and made you King?"

My eyes nearly popped out of my head.  Was that a criticism I heard? She
never speaks to anyone in that manner.  My eyes met Deb's, who seemed to be
trying to say something by telepathy, most likely "Shut up".  This happens
every time he's around, I thought.  She starts hating us, me most of all.

"I do apologise. I thought it was a simile. Of course, we'll go somewhere
else.  Gehen wir!"  My crude attempts at German always annoyed Katja (she
herself is fluent) and I generally used it to piss her off.  She noticed,
I'm sure.  Well, if she will insult my English!

The second we left the lab, I turned to Deb and opened my mouth, ready to
let forth an angry torrent, but she stood on my foot, hard.  I let out a
little yelp as she pointed.  Following her gaze, I saw that Kat's office
door was slightly ajar, meaning that someone was in there.  Andrew, I
supposed.

I shook off Deb and marched up to the door.  Without pausing to knock I
flung it wide open. Acting surprised when I saw him, I exclaimed "Oh,
goodness, Andrew - what a surprise! What are you doing here?"  I put on my
innocent face.

He smiled a weaselly, simpering grin, and said "Oh, come now, Chris, I saw
you all gawping at me upstairs.  I'm sure Kat told you what happened, well,
she'll also tell you that it was all a misunderstanding.  Won't you, love?"

I turned as Kat entered behind me.  She nodded, avoiding eye contact, and
said "That's right.  Just one of those things."

Yeah, right, I thought - one of those things where he goes off and shags
his secretary and Kat, lovely, sweet Kat, is expected to turn a blind eye.
I shoved past her roughly and stomped off towards the library.  At least I
could get some peace there.

I heard footsteps behind me and felt an arm on my shoulder.  Reluctantly I
stopped and turned to face Kat, not knowing what, if anything, I wanted to
say.

"Why are you going off like this?" she asked, stepping backwards out of
reach.  "God, you're so unpredictable.  And why are you so horrid to Andy?
He's never done anything to you."

"No, but - "

"No.  Exactly.  'Buts' don't come into the equation."

They come into mine, I thought privately.  If BUT=HE+SHAGGED/PA, then
ANDREW=WANKER.  I sniggered to myself in spite of how I was feeling.

"Look," I started out loud, then stopped.  Why is it anything to do with
me?  Because you love her, a little voice in my head said.  I continued,
"Look, Kat, you told me what happened.  Are you now telling me that it
didn't?"  I stepped forward and brushed her arm lightly.  It felt warm to
the touch, making my heart skip a beat and my breath catch in my throat.
Briefly, though it may have been my imagination, she raised her hand and
her fingers touched mine.  It was like a bolt of electricity through my
soul.  These kinds of moments happen frequently - a look, touch, a long
glance on her part.  I often wonder what exactly she does, or doesn't, feel
for me.

"I'm not saying anything.  Just try not to be so touchy, that's all".  And
with that parting comment, she spun and walked back to her office.  Why did
she bother coming after me, I wondered.

I must have dozed off in the quiet corner of the old, musty library, for my
watch was telling me it was gone six o'clock.  "Oh, bollocks" I swore idly
- I was not doing very well on the meeting front today.  I supposed Kat was
otherwise occupied anyway.  I shoved the books I'd been pretending to read
back on a random shelf, chancing the wrath of the librarian, and left the
library.  It was dark outside, and the dim lighting cast eerie shadows as I
slowly wandered through the deserted building.  There was a light still on
in the lab, shining through the crack between door and floor. I pushed
lightly but the door was locked.  I reached for my keys, then changed my
mind as I heard raised voices coming from inside.  My conscience told me to
turn around and go home, however as it had been one of those days I wasn't
feeling particularly amicable.  The devil in me won, and I crept through
the adjoining room up to a door that connected the two labs.  It was not
used any more, and was always locked with lab coats hanging on pegs on both
sides.  I parted the coats on my side and peered through.

I had imagined many scenes, but this most definitely wasn't one of
them. Kat, pushed back against a side bench, was in tears as Andrew towered
over her, shouting.  His trousers and boxers were pulled down and he shoved
his cock almost in her face. I couldn't tell what he was saying (these old
rooms are almost soundproof) but I did not like the look of this one bit.
The man in me was urging me to burst in there, drag him off and kick him in
the balls, which would probably get me beaten up and sacked.  Kat was
sobbing now.  I heard something like "No, no, it's not that way at all, no!
Please, please - " as he pulled her head to his now-erect tool and jabbed
himself closer to her mouth.

Plan.  Need a plan.  I looked wildly around the unfamiliar room I was in
and spotted the phone on the wall.  Rushing over, I dialled the number for
the lab, craning my head to see what was happening.  As the phone rang,
Andrew spat towards it, then as it continued he roughly shoved Katja to one
side and grabbed the receiver.

"What?" He growled.  No phone manners, what a surprise.

"Er, I, er, I wondered, what's the make of your, ah, infra-red
spectrometer?"  I muttered randomly.  Anything to distract him, I thought.

"What? How the hell should I know?" He said, a little quieter, sounding
confused.

"Because, if I remember rightly, it's right behind you."

I suppressed a smile as, through the window in the door, I watched him
turn, trying to do up his trousers.  At least he's got a tiny dick, I
thought, it's all he deserves for being a prick generally.

"Look, I don't know, ok.  Ring back tomorrow."

He slammed down the phone and turned to face Kat again, who was now
standing, not five feet from my vantage point.

"We'll talk about this later," he snarled at her, then stormed out of the
room, leaving the still-crying Kat who sank into a chair with her head in
her hands.  God, I hated seeing her like this.  I hope he falls down the
stairs and breaks his legs, I thought as I made my way back around to the
main lab door.  Taking a deep breath, I pushed it.  It was now unlocked and
opened with a creak.  Kat didn't move.

Unsure of what to do, because I didn't want her to know that I'd seen what
went on, I paused.  But then, I reasoned to myself, if I'd just walked in
on her like this, I wouldn't just ignore it, would I?

I strode over to the shaking woman, gently wrapped her in my arms and held
her close to me.  She resisted for a second, then rested her head against
under my chin and continued to cry, neither of us speaking.  Softly kissing
her hair, I hugged her tightly until finally she became silent.
Reluctantly, I loosened my grasp and she looked up to face me, tear-stains
evident on her cheeks.  I decided to speak first.

"I saw him leave.  Are you ok?" My voice trembled as the woman I loved, my
friend and boss, sat before me, helpless and upset.  I was acutely aware of
how close we were, how my arm brushed against her breast through her thin
shirt and rested on the waistline of her trousers.  I felt her breath
against my face, my knees weak and heart pumping.

She cleared her throat and spoke.

"We just had a bit of an argument, about nothing really.  I guess I just
couldn't help myself, crying like that."  She pulled me closer again, and
though I kept telling myself that this was just comforting a friend, I felt
myself becoming rather wet as we stood, friends, in a lover's embrace.
Obviously finding some comfort in my touch, she snuggled closer, lifting
her head a little.  Instinctively, before I had a chance to think, my lips
met hers, and for a fraction of a second time stood still.  It felt like I
remembered from my dream the previous night.  More than that, it felt right
as we slowly kissed, so gently that we were hardly moving.  One of my legs
between hers, we carried on for what seemed like hours, totally entwined,
oblivious to the inevitable circumstances and difficulties that would
doubtless arise.



The world seemed a better place next morning as I hummed to myself whilst
showering.  Nothing more had happened the night before, but maybe I had
helped to plant some seeds of doubt in Kat's mind, not necessarily about
her sexuality but at least about Andrew, that the way he obviously shows
his "love" for her is not how it should be.

Today was going to be interesting, and probably quite difficult, I reminded
myself as I dried off in my room and lay on my bed.  Just thinking about
that kiss had made me extremely horny, and I was not surprised at how wet I
had become when I touched my throbbing clitoris.  I hadn't wanted to make
myself come, instead clinging onto some notion that I would wait for Kat to
do it, but as I slid two fingers inside I knew I wouldn't be able to stop
myself.  Arching my back, I thrust in deeper, my other hand lightly
brushing over that aching clit, causing me to moan softly.  Reaching to a
handy drawer, I pulled out a dildo, just the right size for me, long and
not too thick.  It was a strap-on, but it would do just fine now.  Slowly,
savouring the moment, I rubbed it in the juices around my slit, teasing my
clit with the tip, then pushed it into my waiting hole, right in as far as
it would go.  Turning onto my front I began to grind rhythmically against
the bed while I eased the dildo in and out, increasing pace.  Imagining
that Kat was fucking me wildly, I felt the pressure building and I was
losing control of my limbs as I reached the point of orgasm.  Working the
dildo furiously, my clit rubbing against the soaked sheets, I came suddenly
in huge, numbing waves of pleasure, a massive orgasm even by my standards
that left me gasping for breath, the dildo still filling me as I collapsed
in an exhausted heap.

Snow was lying thickly on the quad when I arrived at work a little later.
With a kind of boyish exuberance I made footprints forming a smiley face
pattern in the white blanket.  I then hurriedly entered the building before
I was caught walking across the grass - it was forbidden to do so, and I
could hardly use the excuse that I couldn't see the edges of the grass as
it was definitely not smiley-face-shaped!  Looking back longingly and
thinking of snowmen I stepped inside, shaking all the snow from my boots
onto the stone floor in the doorway.

Kat was peering down a microscope and muttering to herself when I entered
the lab.  I grinned at her and went over to my computer without saying a
word.  Ten new emails and none of them interesting (except a tasteless, but
funny, joke from Mark).  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kat lift her
head and look at me, then she looked back down and fiddled with the lens of
the microscope.

"Why can't I bloody well see anything?" she remarked suddenly, banging her
fist on the bench.  I went over to stand next to her.  She moved over to
let me look, and as I did I noticed that the built-in lamp was off. I
flicked it on and a blurred image came into view.  I focussed it and with a
smirk said "There you go, how's that."

Kat scowled at me and looked down the scope. I left her alone and returned
to the computer.

"What are you doing today, then?" she asked, and by the sharp tone of her
voice I sensed that she didn't mean that in a nice, general way.

"Er, I was going to set up that other laser, but I need a different convex
lens, the one we've got has too long a focal length."

"Well, why haven't you found, or ordered, another one then?  I saw you
asleep in the library yesterday, are you making a habit of that, then?"

I was flabbergasted and my reply stuck in my throat.  What on earth had
brought this on? I reckoned I could guess.  Either she was feeling bad
about yesterday, or confused at the very least, or she'd had another
incident with Andrew.  Or maybe not - perhaps someone pushed in front of
her in the queue at Safeways.  Whatever it was, I was taking the flak for
it!

"So when are you going to do it then? You know, time doesn't expand just
for your convenience, there are deadlines and you won't get anywhere if you
don't put in any work".  She glanced at me, then marched to the door and
left.

"Oh, yeah, 'Arbeit macht Frei'" I couldn't help shouting after her, not
quite loud enough for her to hear, I hoped.  I leaned back in my chair and
sighed to myself.

Meeting my friends at coffee break proved difficult to resist, though, and
sure enough as always I found myself having a rather dodgy conversation
about sex shops over coffee and custard creams.  I usually sit in such a
position that I can see the rest of the room, and today was no exception.
Kat came in a few minutes after I sat down, got a cup of tea and sat on a
table with other academic staff in a chair that directly faced me.  Though
we were both holding conversations with people on our respective tables, we
held eye contact as though speaking to each other (it must have really
pissed off my friends, actually!).  My table's conversation had turned to
condoms, flavours and types etc., and had become rather loud, and several
times I watched as Kat half-smiled at things I said.  Hmm, maybe all is not
lost, I thought slyly to myself.

After coffee, I took one of my best friends aside, Mick, who has been a
friend for a few years now.  He is bisexual and fancies the pants off Mark,
making every excuse possible to come down to our lab when he's there, until
one day it got so frequent that I loudly remarked "And why don't you phone
next time, instead of coming down four floors!" and he took the hint.
Anyhow, we stood on the stairs (never the best place for a private
conversation) and I told him about what had happened the previous day with
Andrew and Katja.

"Whew, that's a bit of a turn up," he said, amazement showing on his
chiselled face.  "And so what about this morning?"

I told him about the conversation and Katja's odd mood, and Mick stood
thoughtfully, then said "But I saw how she was looking at you at coffee
just now.  I say she wants more, but doesn't know how to ask for it.
Methinks you're in luck, girl!"

I laughed, but I was sure he was wrong.  If she wants more, she wouldn't
have behaved the way she did this morning, and besides, I know her better
than anyone and she's said several times that she's never had any feeling
for women whatsoever.  Still, I have had odd vibes from her more than once,
and just the way she looks at me is food for thought.

I returned to the lab and as no-one else was in I decided to put on some
music.  I'm the only person who uses the old cassette player.  Looking
through my collection of odd tapes I finally settled on Les Miserables and
spent and enjoyable afternoon singing along to 'Master of the House'.

The rest of the day passed with no further incident, unless you count me
dropping a 1-litre volumetric flask and it smashing into tiny pieces that
took me half an hour to clean up.  By six o'clock I had had just about
enough and was putting my coat on when Kat opened the door carrying a
large, heavy-looking box.

"Give me a hand with this, would you," she called as she struggled with box
and door.  I hurried over and took the box from her, placing it out of the
way on the floor.  It was as heavy as I'd thought and had THIS WAY UP on
each side.

"What've you got there," I asked curiously, poking at the box and looking
for a label.

"Oh, just a bit of new stuff to replace some of the old things."  She gave
me a stern look, leading me to wonder if she could possibly know about my
mishap with the flask.  I shrugged my shoulders and looked around for my
scarf.  It would be freezing outside and I had a fair walk home.

"Well, night then," I said, opening the lab door and wishing that I hadn't
decided to leave when I did.  Kat turned to me, melting my icy mood with
her deep brown eyes.

"I'm going out for a meal tonight," she said matter-of-factly, and I wasn't
sure what she wanted me to say.

"Are you?" I responded rather lamely, letting the door close itself again.

"Yep," was the reply.  Hmm, still no clue.

"Where are you going?" I asked, wondering if this could be leading
somewhere.

"Wherever you like, as long as you let me pay."  Kat smiled and put her
hands on my shoulders.  My head spun at her touch and suddenly my knees
gave way and I stumbled forwards.  She caught me in a tight hold, saying
"Whoa there, you ok?"

I nodded, as I know if I'd opened my mouth, nothing sensible would have
come out.

"Right then, so I'm going home to get changed.  Meet back here at, say,
half past seven?"

I gulped and managed a "Fine."  She hugged me briefly, not giving me a
chance to respond, and disappeared.  Shocked, I stood for a few seconds,
then went over to the sink and splashed my face with water.

I went out into the corridor, but Kat had already left.  Obviously in a
hurry to go and change, I thought as I stood outside her office and
wondered.

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