Sweet Chemistry (12 page)

James chuckled and invited him in. He spoke in a hushed voice. “I had a great time.”

“What’s her name?”

James fidgeted with a button on his shirt. “I’d rather not say.”

Sam nodded. “I understand. Too early. You look happy though. That’s always a good sign.”

“It is, isn’t it?” James grinned.

In class on Friday, Kate was not wearing a tank top. She was, however, wearing a skin-tight bright pink T-shirt and a knee-length pink and black polka doted skirt that swished when she walked, and showed off a substantial amount of leg when she bent over. Her lab coat was longer than the hem of her skirt, so during lab, James’ head filled with fantasies of Kate wearing a lab coat and nothing else. He was so distracted he tripped over his own feet and nearly fell, only catching himself at the last minute. Angelica rushed over and fawned all over him. He composed himself and then sat down at a bench and worked on his intro chemistry homework assignments.

He hadn’t been alone with Kate since Wednesday night, and was looking forward to their cooking lesson tonight. She insisted they make soup, since it was November, and the nights were getting cooler, which was technically true, but southern California in November wasn’t really cold enough to be considered soup weather.

Kate arrived a few minutes early with a bag of ingredients slung over her shoulder.

“I could’ve gone shopping.” James closed the door behind her

Kate shrugged. “I already had everything. Are you ready to cook?”

“Almost.” He took the bag off her shoulder, put it down on the counter, and then held her face while he kissed her. “I’ve been waiting two days to do that. Too bad we have that rule about behaving in public. Speaking of that. I have new rules.” He held up a pointer finger. “First, skin-tight T-shirts are just as bad as tank tops.” His middle finger went up next. “Second, you’re not allowed to wear skirts this short. I almost tripped in lab.”

“You
did
trip.” She covered her mouth and snickered and leaned her ass against the kitchen table.

“
You
bent over.”

“How much did you see?”

“That little birthmark on the back of your right thigh.”

“I have a birthmark on the back of my thigh?”

James nodded and crouched down in front of her, craning his head around her legs until he found it. “Here it is.”

“Hmm. See anything else?” She eased up the hem of her skirt.

His gaze followed the fabric and continued to move up until he saw what she was pointing to. She wasn’t wearing panties.

“All day?” He looked past the material bunched in her hands to her face. She nodded and gave him an evil grin. “For me?” She nodded again.

This time, his head disappeared inside the folds of fabric, submerging him into near darkness. The material rustled around his head as he tilted his face up. The scent of her arousal filled his nose, and when his tongue made contact with her slippery skin, her moan assaulted his ears. He laved her slit over and over again. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. She sustained a single note as she came.

James groaned and struggled to remain in control of his body. He ducked out from under the fabric and gasped for breath. It was incredibly hot inside the polka dot tent of her skirt.

Kate was clutching the table and panting. Her beautiful face was almost as pink as her shirt, and her nipples were hard and jutting through the thin material.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He flipped her body so she was resting face down on the table and lifted her skirt. He caressed her perfect, round ass, and nudged her legs apart. He dropped the zipper of his pants with the other hand and pulled his cock out.

Kate contorted her body so she could see him and still remain on the table. Once her pussy was exposed, he stroked her, collecting enough cum to coat his length. She was biting her lip as she watched his cock slide between his fingers and then her head fell back to the table and her eyes closed.

He ached to be inside her, to feel her wet heat surround him, but instead, he unrolled a condom over his dick. He pushed against her opening and waited.

“Please.” Her voice was a strained whispered, slightly muffled by the table. “Fuck me.”

He had been waiting for her consent, but a direct command was more than he could resist. Holding her hips steady, he pushed into her and stilled his body. Being engulfed by her was the most satisfying feeling, and if he reveled in it too much, he would come too soon.

Kate gripped the edge of the table and pushed her upper body up, like a cobra curving its delicate spine. He traced the chain of bones and noticed something missing. His fingers quickly dipped inside the front of her shirt and he moaned when her warm flesh filled his hands. She hadn’t worn a bra either.

His other hand joined the first, cupping her breasts as he fucked her, delivering one satisfying thrust after another. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and a soft keening sound joined his guttural grunts.

“
Yes
,” she screamed and her pussy contracted over and over, milking his dick and dragging his orgasm out of his body until he cried out. Her body collapsed against the table, pinning his hands between her soft breasts and hard wood.

He leaned over her, molding his chest to her back and kissed the nape of her neck. Then he opened his mouth and sucked and nibbled at the exposed skin.

Kate’s body spasmed and she moaned. “Mm. I like that. A lot.”

He smiled, adding another thing to the list of Kate turn-ons. His body protested as he pulled out of her, and his legs shook as he made the trip to the bathroom. After he cleaned himself up, he found Kate peering at the table he just bent her over.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Her smooth forehead was furrowed by a frown.

“What?”

“My belt scratched the table.” Her finger traced a tiny mark on the surface.

James waved his hand. “Pft. That’s nothing.”

“It’s right in the middle of the table.”

He nodded. “And now, when I eat, I’ll think about bending you over and fucking you. I can live with that.” He tilted his head and trailed kisses up the side of her neck.

“Mmm.” She leaned her head to the side, giving him greater access. “I like that too.” She giggled. “I like everything you do.”

James beamed at her. “That’s very gratifying.”

Her stomach growled and she held it. “We need to make dinner.”

“Right.
Now
I’m ready for instructions.”

As they ate dinner, Kate kept staring at the scratch in the surface. “Please don’t worry about it.” He pointed out another dozen scratches. “This one,” he said as he ran his finger along a gouge near the middle of the table, “is from when Jeff dropped it on a railing outside my apartment in Santa Barbara.” He frowned as he touched the dent from when he threw his keys the night he came home and found Tina in their bed with another man. He didn’t want to share that story with her, so he moved to the next one. “And then I dropped it when I moved here.” He fingered a dent on the edge of the table. “As you can see, this table has been through a lot. Getting a scratch from you is the best thing that's ever happened to it.” He smiled at her.

“What are you doing this weekend?” Kate asked just before she left.

James grinned. “You?”

She smacked his arm playfully and raised an eyebrow.

He shrugged. “I’ve got a little grading to do. What do you have planned?”

“I’ve, um, got a meeting tomorrow. It might last a while.” She opened her mouth like she was going to say something else, but nothing came out. She smiled and said, “Call me when you need a break from grading.”

He kissed her again before he could let her go.

* * * *

James called her twice on Saturday, but it went right to voicemail both times. In an attempt to distract himself, he wrote the first half of the next intro chemistry test, which was enough to put him to sleep that night. Grading took up most of Sunday morning and by mid-afternoon his head was pounding.

This time, when James dialed Kate, she answered. “Hello.” Her voice was as smooth and sweet as honey.

He smiled as he answered her. “I missed you yesterday.”

“Me too.”

“How was your meeting?” James wanted to know where she had been, but didn’t want to press her if she didn’t want to tell him.

She didn’t offer any information. “It was great. I’ll tell you all about it. Someday. How’s grading?”

James rubbed his temples. “Frustrating. I need a break.”

“Go out on your balcony.” She paused. “Look in the chair.”

James picked up a pair of binoculars. “Where did these come from?” He adjusted the width between the eyepieces and focused across the street. There she was; third story up, fourth window from the right.

She waved at him. She was wearing his T-shirt. “Consider it a late Halloween present.”

He waved back. “Can you see me?”

She squinted and shook her head. “Not really.”

“I want you to come over.”

“Can’t. You’re too busy grading.”

“But I can’t focus anymore,” James whined.

“Sure you can. You just need to blow off a little steam.” She flashed her white teeth before she went on. “If I were there, I’d help with that.”

“You’re good at blowing.”

She laughed. “Hang on.” The phone clattered and a muffled sound came through his receiver.

His mouth hung open as he watched her peel his shirt off, leaving her completely naked in front of the window.

“Strip. And because I can’t see you, I’m going to have to take your word for it.”

James hesitated for a few seconds. “I can’t hold the phone, binoculars
and
strip. Wait a second, I’m connecting my headset.” Jeff gave him a wireless headset last year, and this was the first time he’d needed to use it. When he came back out onto the balcony, he dropped his pants and boxers and draped his shirt over the railing, shielding his naked body. “Okay.”

“You’re naked?”

“Yes.”

“What do you want me to do?” Kate sat on the edge of a chair.

James took a deep breath. “Can you put the phone down, you’re going to need both hands.”

Kate grinned and propped the phone on her desk. “You’re on speaker.”

“Good. Touch your nipples until they’re nice and hard.”

“Like this?” Her hands moved in concentric circles.

James’ focus was split between her face and her breasts. Her mouth was parted and her nipples were hard. His throat was suddenly very dry. “Yes. Like that.”

“Am I making you hard?”

“Very.”

“Touch yourself and tell me what you want.”

“I want you to suck your finger into your mouth.” His cock jumped in his hand.

She pushed her middle finger into her mouth and moaned as she sucked on it. Her eyes were closed, and she was still rubbing her nipples with her other hand.

James was holding his breath.

She leaned back in the chair.

“Open your legs.” His head began to swim.

Kate complied and smiled, keeping her eyes closed.

“Now I want you to fuck yourself.” He struggled to form words.

Her finger descended slowly, pausing before she made contact. “Take a breath.”

James gasped, and Kate smiled again.

She pushed between the pink folds of her pussy. Each languid stroke of her slit made him shudder and was matched by his hand pumping his cock.

“You want me to
fuck
myself?” Her soft words licked at his ear. He growled. She thrust her finger inside and moaned. “Mmm.” Her mouth went slack and her breathing quickened. “I’m gonna come. Come with me.”

James grunted and squeezed his cock as he painted the balcony.

Her satisfied sigh filled his ear. “See? All better.”

“Well, I don’t know. Better. But not
all
better.”

“I’ll make it up to you in person.”

“Promise?”

Kate nodded. “Grade. I’m going to work on homework.”

Her words snapped him back to reality. Homework. She had homework because she was a student. His student. He shouldn’t be having phone sex with his student. He cleared his throat. “Okay. See you tomorrow?”

“One o’clock, just like every Monday.”

Another reminder stabbed through him.

* * * *

James finished grading just in time to make the drive to Jeff and Heather’s house.

Heather made a habit of putting Miles to bed right after dinner, which always gave Jeff and James time to talk.

“She gave me a gift.”

Jeff leaned a little closer.

“Binoculars.”

Jeff rolled his eyes. “So you can go birding? Nerd.”

“She lives in the dorms across the street from me.”

“Mmm, slightly better than watching birds.” Jeff smiled. “The last time we talked, you were waiting for her to answer your call.”

“She did.”

“And?”

“She came over for dinner on Tuesday.” James shook his head. “Wow, I can’t believe how much has happened is less than a week.”

“
What
happened?” Jeff scoffed and stared at him.

“We came to an agreement. She’s not going to tell anyone, and I won’t either.”

“Anyone besides me, you mean.”

“Obviously.”

“So you had sex again?”

James grinned and nodded. “We scratched the kitchen table.”

“Now you’re just rubbing it in.” Jeff folded his arms over his chest.

“No.” James waved his hands back and forth. “I’m not trying to rub it in. I’m trying to point out how good my life just got. She’s amazing.”

“She must be if she got you to have phone sex with her too.”

“I never said that.” James blushed.

“Not in so many words.” Jeff punched him lightly on the arm. “So your agreement…what does it change?”

James sighed. Nothing had changed between them except permission to give in to their carnal impulses.

“Are you seeing other people, or is this an exclusive secret relationship?”

James shrugged. “I don’t know. We didn’t discuss that.”

“I suggest you do before someone gets hurt.” Jeff gave him a pointed look. “And by someone, I mean you.”

Kate had been nervous to meet with the loan officer of her credit union Saturday. She brought her business plan with cost estimates for everything she thought she might need. She had been scanning property listings online and had printed a stack of suitable properties for lease.