Lab Partners

“It’s nice to see you not wearing a lab coat. You look hot with your boobs out,” Maggie said, handing me a shot of tequila when I arrived at the going away party she was throwing me.

The end of my five year professorship contract was only a week away, and Maggie had gotten some of my friends together to celebrate my new beginning, as she called it. 

I was wearing my favorite leather mini skirt and black sheer tank top, I had curled my black hair and put on red lipstick. I rolled my eyes. Maggie always acted like she didn’t live her own life in a lab coat. She worked at a cancer research lab herself.

“I hope you don’t mind. I invited some of your work friends,” Maggie added, making me almost spit out my shot of tequila.

I knew I looked good, but I didn’t feel appropriately dressed to spend time with the Dean of the College of Science, whom I had just spotted out of the corner of my eye.

“Why would you do that?” I asked. With me moving back to New York at the end of the week to work for a pharmaceutical company, the chances of me running into my colleagues after the semester was over were slim, but this was not how I wanted to be remembered.

“Because,” she said, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder, “I wanted to get you a going away present.” Then she grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around. “Thought you might not want any regrets.” 

There he was, in the middle of Maggie's living room looking devilishly handsome: Professor Samuel Hart. 

Knowing him, he probably got dragged out to the party by the Dean in an attempt to make him be more a part of the work culture. He looked bored and was probably dying to get back to his office and continue grading papers. 

I watch Samuel take a swig of his drink. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up to his elbows, revealing his veiny forearms. His broad shoulders and strong chest pull the fabric of his shirt taught, making me wonder how the buttons have not popped off yet. His auburn hair shines in the light and his tan skin has a bit of a glow. He’s as smart as he is hot.

Sam has always been my secret crush. We both started our tenures around the same year and my life was forever changed.

 

I’ve lost count of how many dreams I’ve had in which he rips off my lab coat, nuzzles his face in my boobs, and goes down on me.

 

How many times have I used my vibrator and pretended it’s actually him, thrusting his cock inside me?

Maybe it’s the tequila, or maybe it’s knowing I will never see him again after this week has passed, but a sudden need washes over me. It makes my nipples perk up under the lacey bra I’m wearing. I watch him head towards the kitchen, and my legs involuntarily take me in his direction. If I don’t do something now, I’ll never get a chance to know if his lips taste as good as they look.

I nearly run after him, walking across Maggie’s condo as fast as I can in my six inch heels. Except for him, the kitchen is empty. I clear my throat.

“Vanessa,” he says, startled. 

He looks me up and down and I suddenly feel self-conscious. “Um—” I bite my lip. “Hi.” I start to think maybe this isn’t a good idea and that maybe I should go home, when something in his demeanor changes.

He’s never seen me dressed like this. We typically see each other wearing either lab coats or business casual clothes. Tonight, my outfit leaves little to the imagination. 

Sam’s usual no-nonsense expression vanishes as a look of mischief and greed flickers across his eyes. “Do you want to go talk upstairs?” he suddenly asks.

The weight of Sam’s eyes only causes the raw desire bubbling in my core to intensify. “Sure” I reply, fluttering my eyelashes.

We walk upstairs to the guest bedroom. “What do you want to talk about?” I ask, putting my index finger in my mouth playfully once the door is locked behind us.

“Who said anything about talking?” Sam smirks.

It’s my turn to look Sam up and down. Everything from his disheveled wavy hair and strong arms down to the bulge that has now formed underneath his jeans turns me on, and we aren’t even naked yet. 

I take my finger out of my mouth and trace it down to my breasts. He steps toward me, pressing his body against mine, and the strong scent of his sandalwood cologne infiltrates my nose.

 

I nuzzle his neck, allowing myself to enjoy the musky smell of his skin and the sensation of his erection growing underneath his jeans.

 

I take his hands and put them on my breasts, letting him cup them fully over my shirt. Sam massages them, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples before trailing his hands down my stomach and back. He kneels down and caresses my thighs before he slips his hands under my mini skirt, tugging playfully on the string of my thong. He pulls it down to my ankles and I step out of it. Then he spanks me. Hard. 

Sam stands up and pulls me close to him. He kisses my neck, and the sensation of his hot breath against my skin sends a shiver down my spine. My body is ready for him, but he takes his time and continues to kiss my neck and shoulders as his hands roam the base of my spine. He presses his soft lips against mine, softly at first, then firmly until our tongues are moving back and forth between our mouths. I grab his neck with one hand and wave my fingers through his hair with the other. Both of his hands are on my ass, squeezing it. He presses his body against mine, and I feel his large cock—hard now—against my leg.

I pull his shirt over his head and step back to admire his chiseled abs and the contour of his body in the dim light. He is the definition of lean perfection. My hands roam his chest, feeling the softness of his skin against his hard muscles. I lick my finger and run it down his happy trail, stopping at the waistband of his jeans for a few seconds before undoing the button and zipper. I pull his pants down, leaving him with nothing on but his briefs. 

“My turn,” Sam grins, pulling my see-through tank top over my head. He expertly undoes my bra and throws it behind him, exposing my breasts. Eyes ablaze with desire, Sam pushes me onto the bed before ravenously circling my left areola with his tongue. He gently tugs on my nipple with his teeth and follows up by putting it in his mouth and sucking it, generously using his tongue. I let out a soft moan. I’m so wet, I can feel a trickle of liquid start running down my inner left thigh. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Sam whispers in my ear, his voice low and raspy. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this.”

“Take me,” I plead, surprising myself. This is the first time I’ve acted this way, the first time my body has had such a physical reaction to someone’s touch. I want him so bad, my legs are numb with desire. 

Sam unbuttons my skirt and pulls it off, leaving me completely naked on the bed. He leans back, eyeing me greedily from head to toe. He bites his bottom lip before smiling lopsidedly. Then, in one swift motion, he pulls off his briefs, revealing his thick, swollen cock. 

I’m bursting with desire. I want him inside me. Now. 

However, he has other plans. With one hand on each of my knees, he spreads my legs open. I let out a low moan when he begins trailing the inside of my labia with his finger. Slowly at first, he traces his way from my folds to my clit. Once there, his finger traces its outline a few times before rubbing it faster and faster. The friction is intensified by the slick wetness between my thighs, sending me into overdrive.

“Mmmmm…” I moan, loudly this time. At this rate, he’s going to make me cum with just his finger, and he knows it. 

“Not yet,” he smirks, and then slips two fingers inside. Sam thrusts his fingers in and out, curling them when he’s deep inside to reach my G spot. I rock back and forth against his hand, allowing myself to feel how far his fingers reach. He does this nonstop for a few moments, and I feel the walls of my vagina increasingly tighten from the pleasure. 

Just when I’m on the brink of cumming, he takes his fingers out and licks them. “I told you. Not yet,” Sam orders, slapping my thigh.

Up until this point, I had been holding back and letting him take the lead, but something takes over me. He’s been teasing me, and now it’s my turn. I grab on to his thick, hard cock and squeeze it gently. Sam moans, and I move my hand up and down his shaft until he’s completely disarmed and at my mercy.

“Don’t stop. Please,” he begs.

I give him a hand job for a little longer, then I straddle him, stopping just before the tip of his cock reaches my vagina and circle the tip of my clit with it. We both moan in unison from the feeling before losing control. 

He pushes me down onto his cock and my eyes roll back from the fullness of it. It’s so thick it barely fits, and the pressure it creates around my vagina walls is so incredible, I feel the pleasure trickling all the way down to my toes.

Sam grabs my ass, pushing and pulling on it to move me against his cock as he pumps in and out. I lean back and enjoy the combination of his deep thrusting and the friction against my clit from riding him. I feel my body climb higher and higher into ecstasy.

He pumps deeper and deeper, faster and faster. I match his rhythm and bounce up and down, grinding my hips against his cock. At his point he lets go of my ass and grabs onto my boobs, which are bouncing with my every movement. He gives them a squeeze and puts my nipples between his thumb and index finger, kneading and twisting them as he pleases.

My body can’t take it anymore. It needs release.

I bounce harder and harder onto his dick, feeling his fullness deeper and deeper inside until it hits my G spot every time.

 

I lean back and grab onto his shins for support, at which point Sam takes the opportunity to massage my clit while I ride him. The sensation is incredible. His fingers knead and tug, stroke and tease my clit over and over. My knees start to lock against his sides as the pleasure from having him inside me and the friction on my clit get me closer and closer to climax. 

“I’m going to cum…” I say, my voice barely a whisper from the overwhelming sensations taking over my body.

Hearing these words sends Sam into overdrive. He pumps harder, deeper. He rubs my clit as if his life depends on it. I let go of his shins and lean forward, intensifying his feeling of his cock inside me. My entire body tingles, creating a wave of complete and pure ecstasy that crashes over me. I bounce on his cock a few more times, allowing the walls of my pussy to contract around it. My legs tighten up, locking his cock inside me while the last remnants of unadulterated fulfillment leave my body. I feel as if I’m floating. 

But Sam isn’t done yet. He thrusts inside my now throbbing pussy a bit longer, until his back arches and his body tightens. He grabs tightly onto my boobs as he cums and his cock pulses in my vagina. Still inside me, Sam massages my boobs, slowly releasing them before caressing my torso. 

I get off of him and lay on my side, tired and sweaty. He traces circles on my arms and back as our bodies hum from passion. “Let’s meet up and talk again tomorrow,” he smirks.