The Lab Assistant (2 page)

I smiled, and pushed the last of my notes and the remaining syllabi into my backpack. My mind and my heart raced. I'd forced myself to ignore her during the lecture, but here she was. I couldn't ignore her now. And she was more beautiful--just classically, amazingly beautiful--than I'd remembered her being before class. She was the perfect balance of outright, untainted sluttiness and next-door innocence. An impossible contradiction, or duality, but here she was nonetheless.

I imagined her naked again--imagined the large, brown globes of her ass slowly lowering down onto my waiting tongue. I imagined her guided to my tongue by my hands, holding her firm, my fingers sinking into the sides of her soft cheeks. And while I sucked and licked at her deepest, most private fissure, I imagined her lovingly, ever so slowly, milking my cock with her hands.

She would be taking her time, pumping me enough to pull me along, building the pleasure in my sex, but taking care to keep me right on the cusp. Not allowing me to fall over. Making me come now would be too effortless a release. She would want the pleasure, my need for release, to build--not just until my cock spewed hot, milky come all over her breasts and face, but until my entire core shook and exploded in a whole-body orgasm. And she would time it just right, so that her release came with mine and we would come and come and come until she collapsed on top of me and we simply lay there in each other's arms, simply being. Together.

My cock twitched in my pants and I had to force myself to breathe.

"Sonia," I said finally.

"You remembered my name."

I smiled stupidly, unsure again of quite what to say. Flirting with her came so naturally, yet her presence here, in front of me and in my mind, made me suffer an intense stupidity and awkwardness. I felt like a teenager, completely out of sorts and out of my element.
I'm a professor
, some part of my mind argued,
and she's a student.
Of course, that didn't stop me from beating my cock until I came all over myself an hour ago. And, really, there was nothing inherently wrong with what I wanted, although it certainly wasn't encouraged by the administration. A thousand contradictory thoughts entered into my mind and fluttered around in a confusing haze.

I left another beat or two in the air, watching her watch me. Then, finally, said, "You're kind of hard to forget."

"Aw, that's sweet, Dr. Corbis."

"Cooper," I said. "Or, Coop."

She smiled, and I swear she allowed her tongue to brush along her bottom lip. Whatever her intention was, there it was, a soft pink triangle slinking across those full, wet lips.

"So, you really like the class, huh?"

"You can tell?" she asked.

"Well, you're still here. Everyone else," I waved my hand across the empty room, "couldn't wait to get out."

Laughing, she held up a catalog of classes. "I'm in no hurry, Coop. I've got a couple of hours before my next class."

My cock twitched against my pants. I walked around the lectern and sat down, facing her sideways, on the front row of desks. Her eyes fixated on the bulge in the front of my pants and she smiled broadly. I pretended not to notice.

"So, Sonia, you're a senior?"

"Yes," she said. "I transferred from a small school over in Orlando."

"Ah, that would explain why I haven't seen you around the department."

"Oh, please," she said. "You wouldn't have remembered me if you had. Anyways, yeah, it was a small private school and, well, money's gotten a bit tight. So, here I am. State school tuition and all."

"Here you are," I repeated. Her cleavage spilled from her soft, pink top. I desperately wanted to remove them from her shirt, to fondle and roll the soft brown skin in my hands, and to suck gently on her perky, tight nipples. I could almost feel their rough texture on my tongue. I suddenly became aware of my heart again, pounding still against my chest. Sweat beaded on my temples and along my upper lip. God, I just wanted to tell her I would give her anything, anything in the world, to feel myself inside her. I wanted, needed, to cut to the chase--to stop all the polite small talk, the getting to know each other, the bonding, and just get down to fucking this gorgeous girl.

"I hope I do well."

"Something tells me you'll have no trouble at all."

She smiled and shook her head. "Micro Physiology will be no problem--I think, anyways. But some of my other classes, I dunno. I might need some help."

"My door's always open."

"Yeah?" Sitting up, she leaned forward towards me. We were less than a foot apart. I could smell her lotion teasing at my nostrils. Her breasts jiggled slightly against her shirt as she breathed, and I forced myself not to stare.

"I'm taking biochemistry, too," she continued. "That, I'm not too confident about. I'm thinking about picking up a tutor from the department."

"I can recommend one to you," I said, watching her. I thought I detected a subtle flash of disappointment in her eyes, and decided to try to ease the door open slightly. "Or, I could probably work with you. I mean, if you would like that. I've got a project going, but my graduate assistant can hold down the fort now and again. To help you over the hump."

"I couldn't impose, Coop. I'm sure you're too busy. And what about your other students?"

"It's not a problem," I offered. "I often take a personal interest in my students. This is what I do. This is me: my students and my research. And I'm here for you."

"That is amazingly sweet." She swept her hand through her hair, offering me an even better view of her gorgeous tits. "I think I'll take you up on that. But, I won't waste your time. I'll only come to you if I really need the help."

I smiled, and she smiled back. "So, what are your plans, Sonia? What are you thinking about for the future? Med school?"

"No, no Med school for me. I definitely don't have the money for that, or the discipline. I love the sciences, though. I'm thinking grad school, actually."

"Yeah?" My eyes widened. And my cock strained against the fabric of my pants.

"Yeah, right here, too. I have to take the GRE, though. I'm nervous about getting in. But that's what I'd like to do."

"So, what's your interest?" I asked.

She paused for a few heartbeats. I swore that I could see a faint smile curl on her mouth as she watched me. "For grad school? Biology, definitely. Microbiology of some sort."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, you came to the right place for that," I said. "I'm your man. Well, one of them anyway. My office is in the Division of Cell and Microbiology. That's right up my alley. My primary research interest right now is in evolutionary genetics. Insecticide resistance, specifically, in fruit files.
Drosophila.
"

Her eyes became wide saucers.
Were her nipples getting hard?
Could they possibly be?

"Maybe," she said, and then stopped herself.

"Maybe, what?"

She shook her head and laughed sheepishly. "Well, I was going to say maybe we could work together. That's crazy, though."

"No, not at all," I insisted.
What an idea!
The head of my cock felt as though it would split straight down the glans. If I touched her now, I would surely come in my pants. "I think that's a great idea. I take on new students all the time. If you're interested in it, and you're in the department, I don't see any reason at all why you wouldn't be able to work in the lab."

"Oh my God, Dr. Corbis."

"It wouldn't necessarily be glamorous: raising fruit flies, grinding them up for DNA, raising more fruit flies. Running some sequencing machines, running data."

She was positively bubbling now. "That would be so awesome."

"Well, I like it. And it pays the bills, you know."

She smiled. After a few moments of us watching each other in silence, she asked, "You really think you'll have time to tutor me in biochem and on the GRE? What in the world will Mrs. Corbis say?"

I held up my hand, accentuating the missing wedding ring, and smiled. "No Mrs. Corbis, I'm afraid."

"Well," she smiled back. "Good."

She leaned in towards me a little, her eyes floating down ever so slightly.
Is she looking at my cock?
It was rock hard, straining at my pants. She couldn't avoid it. Her lips began to spread as if she were about to impart some secret truth.

And the door to the classroom creaked open.

A young Asian girl walked in. Absentmindedly, she set her books down at a chair about halfway down the second row of the classroom. She remained oblivious to us. Behind her, two other students lolled in. Sonia made an exaggerated pouting face, and shrugged.

"I guess we're getting kicked out," I said, my heart sinking.

"Damn."

An inner force compelled me to reach out to touch her. It was too soon to touch her where I wanted to, and I wasn't wholly aware of where my hand was going. It was as if it was making up its own mind to act. I felt somewhat relieved when I found myself touching only her shoulder--not a lover's touch, but somehow slightly more than a professor's. My heart raced. I squeezed her soft, delicate shoulder slightly, and said, "We'll have plenty of time to get you where you need to be. See you Wednesday?"

Smiling, she nodded, and didn't remove my hand. She held my touch for a long time and then, prompted finally by more students spilling through the door, said, "Thanks, Coop. I can't wait. See you next class, and see you for tutoring."

And so it was that our relationship started. We saw each other every Monday and Wednesday for the next month. She came to class early every session, and lingered in the front row, hanging on my every word and tracking my every motion, only to laze around after class for as long as she could before we eventually got displaced by the next class.

We talked about her schoolwork, her plans, my research, her parents, her sister--all the mundane things that people focus on to brain-dump their life's experiences into their prospective partner, lover, friend. Within those first short weeks, our histories branched out from the nexus of our first meeting in class, and our stories were revealed for each other. I grew--I think we both grew--to know each other well beyond our short time together. It was magnetic. Potent. We didn't see each other outside of class--no tutoring yet--but during that hour of Microbial Physiology, we hung on each other's every aching movement.

Of course, for me, it didn't end there. I could think of nothing and no one else but Sonia Simmons and her soft, mocha skin, her thin, sculptured waist, which swelled up into those two magnificent fleshy orbs of her breasts, and her soft, swollen ass. Every morning would find me waking from a torrid dream, my cock painfully flushed and straining with desire. I quickly stopped even going to the shower to masturbate. It didn't matter. Going to the shower robbed me of time I could be spending enraptured in Sonia's vision. I would wake, throw off the sheets, and beat myself into a frenzy until I came all over the bed, the floor, all over myself.

Sometimes I wouldn't even bother with the sheets. I'd beat and rub the head of my cock against the rough fabric of the sheets. I'd come with such intensity then that the tangent of jism would actually blow through the fabric, creating a wet dome of seminal fluid on the top of the covers. I'd brush my finger across this dome, pick the come up on my finger, and bring it to my tongue, tasting the salty and vaguely chlorine tinge of it, imagining that it was my come scooped out of Sonia's delicate cunt, imagining that I was tasting it from inside her, licking it out of her as I cleaned her freshly fucked sex. This image would be so vivid in my mind that I would suck the come from my finger and then throw the sheets back and suck and lick the rest of my come from anywhere it landed--suck and lick my come from Sonia's cunt as it lay glistening and open before me in my mind.

During the day, in my office, and during my other classes, I would catch myself subconsciously kneading the head of my cock at the thought of her.

At night, I would once again piston my cock endlessly until, in the small hours, two or three orgasms later I would fall asleep in a wide pool of my own spunk. My cock would burn with pain, and yet I wouldn't have sated my thirst. Sometimes, before I'd fall asleep, I would hungrily eat my come from her cunt again, or from her ass, or suck it from her mouth. It was as if this beautiful woman had stumbled upon a long hidden, endless reserve of semen and sperm and now, with her in my life, it just all needed to get out. It needed to get out in the worst way.

And so our dance continued.

On Monday, I finished up my discussion on the metabolism of non-glucose substrates. I looked up to catch a glimpse of a long stretch of bare thigh under the desk in front of my lectern. It was silken and a deep, velvety mocha. Sonia licked her tongue across her bottom lip as she watched me watch her. My eyes swirled around her thigh. The skin was shaven completely smooth, not a trace of stubble, not a single hair to mar the perfect sheen of the skin.

When I then followed the thigh upward, I gazed upon a delicious, shaven young cunt. The tender, sensitive skin around her labia was slightly darker than the mocha of the rest of her, and contrasted starkly against the bright pink of her sex. I forced myself not to lick my lips as I mentally mapped every nuance of her beautiful vagina.

And then my view was obscured by a hand slowly brushing over the mound, blocking it from my view. The hand moved up, fingers parting, and pulled her beautiful lips apart to show the delicate, pink canal. Her index finger alternately rubbed her swollen clit and thrust to the second knuckle into her glistening slit. I stood dumbfounded for a painfully long time, mesmerized, my cock driven to a turgid frenzy. The whole time, Sonia's eyes remained locked on mine.

This is real. It's happening.

Suddenly everything was crystal clear. It was just down to logistics.

I forced myself to turn away and return to my lecture as I saw her drop an enormous yellow highlighter into her lap and then slowly begin plunging it into her cunt. As I stepped around the lectern and nonchalantly made my way over to my desk, I could actually hear the squish of the thick plastic pen as it stabbed in and out of her dripping cunt. I sat down behind my desk and looked over, so as to see the highlighter disappearing into her slit. I rubbed between my eyes, willing the fatigue out. How no one else in the class could see or hear the show happening directly in front of them, I could not understand.