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Lab Partners 1/2 (mmf)
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Subject: WithSue#3: Lab Partners 1/3 <*> (mmf, voy, mast)
Date: Mon Jul 17 11:55:05 1995
The story that follows was written by someone who read my stories in
alt.sex.stories, and took up my suggestion to write something in response. It
really turns me on to know that my fantasies strike such a responsiive chord
in other people. If you would like to write something about your dreams of
you and me, I'd love it. I would love to enlarge on this "With Sue" series of
stories.
In this case, the writer chooses to keep his total anonymity, so if you have
comments, you'll have to send them to me.
NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only -- so don't read it if you
don't think you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories
should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real
and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you would like to
let me know what you think, or if you have a follow-up fantasy (which is
something that I REALLY like), you can reach me at [email protected] ... but I
can't promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in
my real life!
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WITH SUE: "LAB PARTNERS" part 1 of 3
As I sat in the darkness of my room, listening to the soft laughter and muted
conversation drifting down the hallway, I found myself pondering the strange
and exciting progression of events that had led to this moment....
Wayne and I had been room-mates since our undergrad days. It started off as a
random assignment in the dorm lottery, but it worked so well that when it
came time to move off-campus, it made sense to lease a house together. We had
been lab partners in lower division studies, research partners in graduate
work, and now having both been recruited by the same biotech start-up, we
found ourselves sharing a lab once again. Over the course of several years,
Wayne and I became good friends, almost like brothers. Kinda hard not to when
you spend almost every conscious moment together.
So it was probably normal to wonder what would change when Sue joined the
research project.
She came on-line about 3 months ago. Since I had poured so much personal time
and effort into this project, it would not have been unusual for me to be
skeptical about her - or anyone's - ability to meaningfully contribute. Wayne
later said he felt the same, almost even feeling territorial about the work
we had done. But to be honest, her research abilities never crossed my mind
when the administrator introduced her... the badge on her lab coat may have
said 'Dr.', but the way she filled it out was shouting 'woman'. And I was
listening.
Sue set aside my professional concerns pretty quickly. Within a week she was
up to speed on the project, and within another week she was making a real
difference. It was a good match - Wayne is very hands-on, I'm very
theoretical, and Sue is enough of both to be able to help make things move
forward. Within a month we were a solid team, working together in the lab,
and having fun.
Yes, definitely having fun. That was an element that Sue contributed all on
her own. With a musical laugh, a mischievous personality, and a teasing
playfulness, we definitely had more fun in the lab. She had made it very
clear at the beginning that she would not be getting involved with anyone she
worked with - something about keeping her fantasy life and her real life well
separated. But that never kept her from displaying her femininity... or us
from noticing it.
For one thing, she almost never wears a bra. It's fairly obvious, even
through a lab coat, that she doesn't need to, but I don't think that's the
whole reason. I think she really enjoys being a little bit of a tease, a
little bit of a exhibitionist, and if Wayne or I happened to be faced with a
panorama of cleavage while she leaned over to study the latest computer run,
well, that seemed to be all right with Sue. If her lab-coat fell open and
uncovered her long tanned legs to view, she didn't seem to mind us viewing.
And it was always a treat to be in the clean-room with her, where the chilled
air encouraged her nipples to harden under my eager gaze.
At first, Wayne and I tried to keep things professional in the lab. Sure,
we'd have a good laugh at home about the idea of peeking down her blouse like
schoolboys. And I'm sure each of us was fantasizing about just exactly what
was under that lab coat, and what we would do it she were to share it with
one or the other of us. I know I was - I had some full-on raging Technicolor
fantasies, with Sue as the star. But as fun as it was to daydream while
gazing at a beautiful woman across the room, none of that seemed like it was
ever going to go anywhere.
Until Wayne made the connection.
Wayne had discovered alt.sex.stories one day while surfing the net, and
showed some of the stories to me. Some of them were pretty bizarre, but there
was one author that I liked. In fact, more than once I found myself quietly
printing out a copy of one of her stories, and heading off to the men's room
to read through a favorite passage one-handed. I suspect Wayne was doing the
same. Hell, how could any man not be lit up by those stories? It became
almost a daily ritual to scan the newsgroup to see if there was a new
offering from "[email protected]".
It never occurred to us that Sue-on-the-net might be Sue-from-work until
"Sue's Overture" hit the wire. Wayne brought it home, and with a big grin on
his face read it out loud: very blond (check) 5'9", about 120, pretty slim
(check) straight hair, hangs to just above her breasts (check)
half-cantaloupe size tits (check) nipples long and hard, with sort of a
squared-off end (check, check - hey, I've studied those for hours at a time).
All the way through the whole post, the author's self-description confirmed
what we could see, and fleshed out my fantasies of what I couldn't see. With
an incredulous laugh, Wayne said "so that's what she does in her spare time!"
Of course, confirming it might be touchy. Does one just come out and ask,
"are you the one who's writing those stories I beat off to every day"? No,
something about that doesn't seem right. Neither one of us really ever had
the nerve to broach the subject directly, but eventually we managed to drop
enough hints and load enough questions with innuendo, she came right out and
asked if we had seen her stories.
And she was really interested in talking about them. In hindsight it
shouldn't have been a surprise. Those wonderfully erotic images could not
have come from a woman who was not in touch with her own desires. She was
fascinated by the fact that her words on a screen had resulted in real live
throbbing hard-ons. She was interested in knowing which scenarios and
descriptions had turned each of us on. And through the conversation something
was happening that was almost like watching a butterfly emerge from a
cocoon... before our eyes her professional veneer peeled away, leaving an
unobstructed view into the very blue eyes of a very exciting woman. And as
she described her thoughts, her fantasies, her deepest desires, it became
clear she was excited, too.
Things changed in our lab. Subtly, but definitely. The playfulness was still
there, the teasing was still there. Perhaps it was just more out in the open.
Pressing against each other in the lab was no longer so innocent - it seemed
as though she were consciously and deliciously pressing herself against one
or the other of us, part of her teasing, yet another part of her stoking her
own arousal with the knowledge of ours. Our minds were still focused on our
project goals, but our bodies were acutely aware of the sexual tension that
lingered in the room, the promise of pleasure left unfulfilled
I also noticed that Sue's style of dress went through some subtle changes. No
longer simply casual, yet not outwardly provocative, her attire was inviting
and revealing in a soft and seductive way. Her lab coat was almost never
buttoned any longer, and the skirts and blouses she wore beneath seemed
deliberately chosen to display her charms. Wrap-around skirts that flew open
as she walked, exposing a long lovely expanse of leg; a hint of white lace in
the v-neck of a sweater, delicately framing her slender neck and accentuating
the swell of her breasts. One day she wore a simple scoop-neck white blouse
that seemed molded to those wonderful mounds, and as she walked by the pale
skin surrounding her cleavage danced and jiggled in an almost irresistible
way. I had to fight not to grab her around the waist and bury my head in her
bosom and inhale her.
Oh, and the topics she chose to talk about... I suspect that if we had asked
her some of the questions we got, she'd have grounds for a sexual harassment
complaint. But she seemed to enjoy watching us squirm when she asked what
things we like to have women do, or what it felt like to come in a woman's
mouth. She asked which of her stories we liked, and why. She asked if either
of us had ever had a group experience, or if the two of us had ever shared a
woman. Mostly, it seemed that she wanted to know what it felt like to be a
man, and what it felt like to make love to a woman.
She never quite got around to saying that the no-coworkers rule had been
rescinded, but when Wayne asked her if she would help him celebrate on his
birthday, Sue smiled and said yes.
The silence from the other room pulled me out of my daydream. No more soft
sounds wafting down the hallway, only the crackle of the logs in the
fireplace. I wondered how long I had been lost in my thoughts.
Thinking that they had left, I wandered towards the living room... but
stopped short when I realized that they were still on the couch, only silent
now. They were sitting beside one another, he with his arm around her waist,
both gazing contentedly at the fire. Sue had kicked her shoes off, and had
her stockinged feet on the coffee table, legs crossed at the ankles.
This was the first time I had seen Sue outside the lab, and I admit to being
a little surprised yet again at the way she was dressed. I'm not sure what I
expected, but this was neither the casual attire from work, nor the sexy
dress she described (and I fantasized about) in 'The Cocktail Table'. What I
saw was a beautiful blonde woman in a simple calf-length cotton summer dress,
the kind that buttons down the front. Modest V-neck, hint of lace here and
there, hair up and off her neck, framing her face in a halo of golden
highlights. Simple, yes, but God, what a vision.
I hesitated to step out of the hallway. I didn't want to interrupt, and
instinctively I knew that my presence would break whatever mood was
developing.... and, I suppose, much as I wanted to be a part of things, this
was, after all, to be their night, to be whatever they wanted it to be.
I almost turned to go back to my room... but as I started to back away, Wayne
turned to say something, and when she looked up in response, it happened. I
don't know what it was, only Wayne saw it... but whatever he saw kept his
words unsaid as he leaned down and pressed his lips gently against hers. Her
chin lifted slightly as she stretched to meet his kiss. In the flickering
light of the fire I could see their lips move, their mouths open as their
tongues reached tentatively out towards one another.
Wayne drew away for a moment, and as Sue opened her eyes he met her look with
a questioning expression. Her response, delivered with a smoky smile, was to
reach up and capture Wayne in her arms, and draw him back to her lips. No
words spoken, but volumes of communication passed through that gaze...
curiosity, concern, hesitant desire on his part... and smoldering arousal on
hers.
I had never really seen anyone 'make out' before. Sure, I'd watched porno
movies, but those never really have any seduction in them, just sex. Part of
me wondered if they would take it 'that far', but then I recalled Sue's
no-coworkers rule, and decided that the kiss was as far as it was going to
go. Still, here were a couple of people sharing their first kiss, a
heart-achingly real and romantic moment, full of expressions of hope and
desire. And unbeknownst to them, they were sharing it with me. While my mind
wrestled with the tableau being painted before me in live, real-time action,
I stood watching, unable to walk away
Wayne certainly didn't need to be persuaded to continue, that much is for
sure. I certainly would have done the same... heck, assume green light until
told otherwise, right? He returned to her lips with enthusiasm, capturing her
tongue in his mouth, nipping gently at her lips and throat with his teeth,
drawing wet trails along her neck and shoulders with his lips. Every once in
a while he would happen across a spot that Sue really seemed to enjoy, as
evidenced by the little gasps of pleasure that escaped from her. I noticed
that she really enjoyed when he kissed the little hollow just behind her ear,
at the top of her neck.
I was aware, too, that his hands were no longer idle. One hand was around her
waist, and didn't have a lot of mobility, but the other was free to roam, and
was beginning to exercise that freedom. At first he was caressing her cheek,
cupping her face in his hands. Before too long his hand had migrated down her
neck, pausing on her shoulder before dropping, oh-so-casually onto the upper
slope of her breast. Oh, those breasts. The soft white swell rising above the
edge of her neckline, hinting and promising at what was hidden beneath.
I have to say, it was a very odd feeling, watching this. So many mixed
emotions running through my head. I wanted to watch, silently, as this
unfolded, careful not to change it by my presence. I also wanted to be a part
of it. I wanted it to be me touching that glorious skin, kissing those soft
lips, and more. I was happy for my room-mate, and jealous at the same time.
And excited. Oh, man, my blood was boiling and my cock was starting to rise
in vicarious readiness. Lacking a way to resolve the conflict, I stood rooted
in place, silently transfixed, participating without involvement.
As if with a mind of its own, Wayne's hand continued, slowly moving,
touching, caressing, until finally it fully covered the mound of her breast.
This, for guys, is the moment of truth: is she going to stop me? Is she going
to ignore it? We never know, and it is always an achingly anxious moment. I
have no idea how hard Wayne's heart was beating right then.... but mine was
about jumping out of my chest with anticipation, and I was fully 6 feet away!
Slowly, oh so slowly, Sue responded in a most wonderfully affirmative way.
Her hand moved up from her side, gently touched Wayne's hand, and then
continued up to the top button on her dress, and languidly unbuttoned it!
Moving back to his hand, Sue stroked his fingers and gently moved them
towards the new opening in the neckline of her dress. Then when it was clear
that Wayne had found the opening, and had gotten the message, her hand
embarked an exploration of its own, followed his arm to his shoulder, then
down to his chest
This seemed to electrify Wayne. With a soft cry of delight, he unbuttoned two
or three more buttons at the top of Sue's dress, enough to be able to slide
his hand within, and touch the bare skin of her breast. From my vantage
point, I could see his fingers molding and softly squeezing her tit, moving
under the cloth to find and tease her nipple. At the same time, Sue was
reaching down along his side, dropping to his waist, looking for a way under
his rugby shirt. Things were visibly heating up, as each of them began
breathing more audibly, and sighing with pleasure at each new discovery.
Wayne withdrew his hand, and began unbuttoning more buttons. When he had
opened 4 or 5, he was able to open Sue's dress to her waist, and began
sliding it off her shoulder. I was surprised to see that she *had* worn a
bra. Well, not really much of a bra. Silky and lacy, in a soft peach color,
it really did more to display her breasts than to support them. The demi-cups
were filled to capacity with the warm, inviting swell of her tit-flesh, and
her nipples were clearly visible poking through the open lace that rimmed
each cup. As I watched, Wayne rolled the edge of one cup down a little, and
grasping her nipple between his thumb and finger rolled it to full erectness.
Sue moaned at this intense stimulation, arching her back to press her tit
fully into his hand.
Sue seemed really impatient to have her tits naked in Wayne's hands, as both
her hands rose to the valley of her cleavage, and popped the front latch of
her bra. All of a sudden, the breasts that I had dreamed about were fully
exposed to my view, less than two meters away. What a wonderful sight - firm
and soft and glowing in the soft light of the fire, bouncing slightly with
her movements, with her nipples fully extended and erect. Of course, my
unobstructed view was short-lived, as Wayne pushed her bra-straps off her
shoulders, then bent over to take one nipple between his lips as he gently
twisted and pulled the other with his fingers.
I had to wonder what that felt like - for each of them. As I watched, Sue's
head lolled back on her neck and she began to breathe rapidly, so clearly she
was enjoying Wayne's fingers and tongue. And for Wayne, well, to have those
prizes bare and warm under his touch and taste must have been heavenly. I
watched as his hands roamed between them, molding and squeezing, stroking and
caressing, all the while kissing and sucking and licking at Sue's exposed
tits and hard nipples.
This was clearly getting to Sue. As if shaking off a fog, she drew Wayne's
face to hers and began hungrily kissing him, sucking her tongue into her
mouth as she sought out his nipples with her free hand. She found the bottom
of his shirt and slid beneath it, moving her hand about until she alighted on
first one nipple, then the other, mimicking what he was doing to hers,
perhaps to illustrate the pleasure he was giving her.
Wayne once again broke the kiss and returned his mouth to her tits, and as he
sucked her nipple between his lips he began to slide his hand lower, and
slipping his hand over her flat tummy, along her sleek hips to the hem of her
dress, reaching almost to where her delicate ankles were still crossed.
Slowly at first, then more determined as she showed no sign of resistance,
Wayne worked the hem of her dress up past her knees, along her stockinged
thighs, finally dipping beneath the cloth to caress her legs. I watched as
his hand entered this cloth-shrouded cavern between her legs, first his
fingers disappearing into the darkness, then his whole hand. When had reached
halfway up her thighs, I heard him gasp and he drew away to look at her. She
smiled, whispered something I couldn't catch. I heard him sigh, and kiss her
more recklessly as he started working at the remaining buttons of her dress.
Continued in parts 2 and 3
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