Elle Jamison

Chemistry

Gwen held the book with two hands while her heart raced. She couldn’t decide if she was more excited by the fact that she was about to do her research on this great work, or by the author on the back cover, Dr. Brock Brinkman. Gwen examined his photo one more time, staring into his piercing blue eyes. She had had a crush on him since she’d seen him speak her freshman year. He was just as attractive in person as he was in this picture. He was pretty young to be such a major force in the world of Science. He was only about thirty-five years old, she guessed. And to Gwen, he gave a whole new meaning to the term Chemistry.

From a young age Gwen had been interested in science, particularly Chemistry. She was a bit of science geek herself, and knew the old stereotype that scientists were either geeky young guys, or weird old guys with crazy, bad hair was all too accurate. However, the author of the book was neither. No, he was rather good-looking, perhaps even dreamy. Heck, Gwen thought, this guy is hot!

She kept her eyes locked on his face on the back cover of the book, imagining that she could see them peeking at her while they kissed. Gwen thought about what it would be like to meet this beautiful man, to flirt with him, to embrace him. It had been a long time since she dated anyone. Gwen longed for romance, and all too frequently Gwen’s mind would drift off into fantasy. Her fantasies usually involved strong, bold, successful men, and more often than not, it was Dr. Brock Brinkman.

"Anyone sitting here?" asked the man standing over Gwen, watching her sit at the table with her mouth hanging open, the book now dangling from her hands.

She became physically startled, almost shaking where she sat, making her knees knock together. The man’s voice broke her trance, her frequent trip to daydream land. When Gwen finally looked up at the mystery man, her jaw dropped instantly.

"You… you're…uh…" stammered Gwen, looking up at the tall, good-looking stranger.

"My name is Brock. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, extending his hand.

Gwen reached out her hand, and he took it in his. Brock gently kissed her knuckles, sending tiny tingles down her arm, up her spine, and ending up somewhere around her perky breasts. He sat down beside her, trying to be as quiet as possible. After all, they were in the university's library, and no one wanted to make a scene and disturb the other students.

"I see you're reading my book. I hope it's not too boring," Brock said smoothly, smiling at her.

"I can't believe it's you. Why are you here?" Gwen asked nervously. She was amazed at how friendly and down-to-earth he was. He had none of the arrogance that frequently accompanied the title “Doctor and Best-Selling Author” at the university.

Brock chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling. "Should I leave? I was visiting the campus and wanted to check out the library. The librarian was kind enough to mention that my new book had just arrived and that you were reading it."

"Yes!" Gwen replied excitedly. "Yes, indeed! I'm so lucky to have it, too. I love it."

"Great. Thank you very much for the praise. That means so much coming from such a beautiful young lady. So you've got brains and beauty, too."

Gwen felt her face turn red from the compliment. She felt the goose bumps run up and down her body, covering her arms and the back of her neck. She was getting a little excited and she liked the way it felt. Brock was not your typical Science geek, no way, no how.

He stood at about six foot three or four, she estimated, and looked like he was a regular at the gym. He had a pretty nice physique from what she could gather and a face that was even more handsome up close. When she went to see him speak freshman year, she had only seen him from the back of huge lecture hall, but even from that distance, she could see he was attractive.

Besides those beautiful blue eyes, he also had a sturdy chin, rugged jawline, and a mouth that looked like it was inviting her to kiss him. His lips were slightly pouty, and she loved that in a man.

Gwen wanted to tackle him to the floor and kiss him right there in the library. She knew, however, she had to keep her composure.

"Hello? Hello!" Brock called out.

"Huh?" a stunned Gwen responded, as she snapped back to reality.

"You know my name, but may I ask yours, dear?" Brock said silkily, taking a seat right beside Gwen.

"Oh…sorry. My name is Gwen," she replied, with a shy smile. His use of an endearment thrilled her and she had gone from having a crush from afar to being in grave danger of falling in love at first sight.

"Very nice," said Brock, peering into her eyes deeply. "So what do you think?"

Gwen looked at him, confused by his question. She started to speak, but only stuttered. She had no idea what he meant, and she was starting to get nervous. Gwen knew what she thought about him, but was that what he was asking? She didn't want to sound like a young, brainless girl, but then again she felt like one at the moment.

"My new book. How do you like it?" clarified Brock, giving her a wink and a warm smile.

"Oh! The book is great. Just started reading, but I love it," Gwen said happily, thinking he must be used to women going flighty around him.

Brock was happy to hear that. It was flattering for any author to hear praise firsthand from an avid reader, or in this case, a student.

Then again, praise from such a young beautiful lady like Gwen made his ego and libido swell with excitement. He was in his late thirties, a Science geek for most of his life. Now he was a researcher and writer, putting him in the public eye. It was a huge boost to see that there were actually beautiful, intelligent women interested in his work, and possibly in him as a man.

Brock placed his hand on Gwen's thigh, flashing his sexy smile.

She looked at him with a mixture of fear and desire, not saying a word. It felt good to have him touch her, yet she knew they were in a library, so she was confused by his intentions. Good thing there weren't many students around now, and that she was seated at a corner table with her back to the wall.

"Can you tell me about your book? I mean, I'm doing a report on it for Chemistry class and since you’re here it would be great to get quotes directly from the author,” asked Gwen, trying to keep the focus on her work as much as possible.

Brock smiled, loving her straightforwardness. "Sure, I can do that for you. I'm here to help you any way I can."

He proceeded to look deep into her eyes while lecturing her on the finer points of his latest book. Gwen jotted down notes while he spoke, almost forgetting about Brock’s hand still resting on her thigh. She tried her best to concentrate, despite the effect his velvety voice and close proximity was having on her. He was radiating scholarly charisma, and a few times Brock chuckled on her account, as he noticed her penmanship got a little sloppy. He knew what he was doing to her, just as she did too. It seemed neither of them cared, although Gwen was trying to take advantage of the fact that the author was giving her some great information she could use for her research project.

They sat at the corner table in the school’s library until closing time. The university’s librarian ordered all the students out, and also Brock, giving him a friendly wink. Brock moved his hand away from Gwen’s thigh when she had approached their table. It wasn’t every day the school had notable authors visit, so this was a big deal.

“Are you hungry?” asked Brock, as they slowly walked out of the library together. “I know of a quiet restaurant not too far from here. If you would like to have dinner with me, that is.”

“Sure,” answered Gwen, going weak in the knees. “I would love to.”

“Excellent. My car is just outside,” said Brock, as they walked out to his rented vehicle. He took her hand and rested it in the crook of his arm as they crossed the university parking lot.

They drove to an Italian restaurant he had frequented in the past.

Once there, they ate and spoke about his book some more, but this time Gwen was not taking notes. She was fascinated by him. The conversation wasn’t all about science, as the wine flowed between courses. They spoke about college life which turned to living alone and relationships and coping with life in general.

Gwen learned quite a bit about Brock, who was very open and honest about his life. She felt as though she had known him for years. She felt her shyness slipping away, as her feelings for him grew with every passing minute. She wasn’t sure if it was just a girlish infatuation or something else, but she enjoyed her time with the gorgeous author.

When the meal was over and the last of the wine had been consumed, Gwen felt her head buzzing a little. Feeling a bit tipsy, she was glad that Brock had his car, since she was unsure how she would get back to her off-campus apartment. Sure, Brock drank also, but something told her, now that it was too late, that he probably didn’t have as much wine as she did.

“Thank you for a lovely evening,” Gwen said, feeling more relaxed than when she first met Brock.

“You’re welcome. Calling it a night?” he asked with a radiant smile.

“I just assumed you had other plans. I’m sure you’re a busy man,” said Gwen, not trying to wear out her welcome.

“True. I am busy, but I am also free the rest of the night. I mean, it’s up to you, of course,” explained Brock, as he pulled out his wallet to pay for their dinner.

Gwen thought about it for a moment. She didn’t want to impose, but the idea of spending more time with Brock was both exciting and arousing. She was getting worked up inside, trying hard to not let it show. She didn’t want to appear easy, but she was obviously turned on by Brock and hoped he felt the same way about her.

He represented both a crush of sorts, as well as a fantasy lover. To be with him would be wonderful, she imagined, but needed to keep those thoughts in check, just in case he wasn’t feeling the same thing as her. However, he did ask her what she wanted to do. The ball was seemingly in her court.

“Sure I wouldn’t be bothering you?” asked Gwen timidly, not sure where she stood.

“Seriously? Of course not. I’d love for our evening to continue,” assured Brock, giving his winning smile to Gwen.

“Okay, as long as it’s all right with you,” she agreed, exhaling loudly.

"Sure. I have a nice hotel room nearby, just me and a big old bed," he explained.

"Sounds better than the one room apartment I have off campus," said Gwen, feeling a little silly.

"Sounds better than my college days. I had to share a room with two other guys. It was smaller than the room I have at the hotel." Brock chuckled at the memory.

"Wow!" exclaimed Gwen, having trouble imagining him as a struggling student.

They ended up talking about college days past, present and future again while driving back to the hotel. In that time they grew closer, as the pair realized how much they enjoyed each other's company. Brock was sure to flirt with Gwen at every turn, while she became more comfortable with his advances. She even made a few risque comments of her own, clearly loosening up as time passed.

They arrived at the hotel, and Gwen stepped out of the car and looked around. She was impressed by how nice it looked from the outside. She figured between his work in Chemistry and becoming a best-selling author, Brock had the means to afford such a nice place.

They traveled up to his floor, the twelfth, by elevator. There was a rich-looking elderly couple with them, but that didn't stop Brock. The whole ride up he playfully rubbed Gwen's back, his hand sliding up and down. She smiled at him, hoping the other couple wouldn't notice. When they got to their floor the old gentlemen scanned Gwen's body up and down and gave a knowing wink to Brock.

They entered Brock's room and Gwen was amazed. It was beautiful, from the wall fixtures to the furniture to the plush carpeting to the view of the city from the expansive windows. It was really swanky, nothing she could ever afford in her wildest dreams. It was simply breathtaking, and Gwen found herself with her mouth hanging open, taking it all in.

"Can I get you anything?" asked Brock, as he turned on the lights.

"Wow! Nice place," said Gwen, still staring at every tiny detail. "Pretty cool, huh?” Brock said as he came up behind her. He turned her around to face him, and stared intently into her eyes. His face drew closer to hers until it was just inches away. “I’m going to kiss you,” he stated softly, as his lips found Gwen’s. Gwen let out a sigh as she hungrily returned his kiss. She threw her arms around his neck as his circled her back and pulled her closer. Gwen thought she must be dreaming, as this was her favorite fantasy. But this was real! She was actually kissing Dr. Brock Brinkman, and in his hotel room. Gwen thought she might faint.

As if he sensed her lightheadedness, Brock pulled away. He smiled at Gwen. “I'm going to jump in the shower. Do you mind?" asked Brock, nonchalantly.

“No, that’s fine,” she replied. Gwen was caught off-guard by Brock, who wanted to take a shower while she waited. Normally, she would consider that rude, but since it was him, it seemed to be okay.

Actually, better than okay, since she now thought of him wet and naked. She blushed at the thought.

"Go ahead. I'll join you in just a minute," replied Gwen, only half kidding.

She heard the shower turn on as the butterflies started to flutter in her stomach. Gwen started debating with herself if she should barge into the bathroom, strip off her clothes, and join Brock in the shower. In the end she chickened out, her nerves getting the best of her. Instead, she waited patiently for Brock to finish.

After a couple of minutes he emerged from the bathroom, wearing a hotel bathrobe. It was a plush, navy blue robe that hung just above his knees. Gwen wondered if he was wearing anything underneath it, as he walked over to her.

“Nice and clean,” commented Brock, flashing that delicious smile of his once again.

Gwen stood just inches from him and could smell the softly perfumed soap he used in the shower. His body smelled fresh and clean, making it almost intoxicating. By this time Gwen was starting to think that Brock’s scent was getting her drunker than the wine she had earlier at dinner.

“Ever kiss a man in a bathrobe before?” asked Brock boldly, hovering over Gwen by a good eight inches.

“No. I can’t say I have,” she smiled back at him innocently, butterflies working overtime in her stomach.

Brock scooped up Gwen, cradling her in his arms. He gave her a deep, longing kiss before dropping her young body on the bed. Gwen gave a few bounces before spreading herself out on Brock's bed. She lay there, spread-eagle and waiting for her older lover. Brock stood there looking at her for a moment, noticing how beautiful she appeared.

"Wow! You look good enough to eat," Brock said in his silky voice with a huge, devilish grin.

"Thank you," she replied, smiling back at Brock. She could not believe her fantasies were about to come true. She’d dreamed of having Brock for a lover, and now it was actually happening.

Brock grabbed Gwen’s pants by the waistband and gave them a sudden yank. She helped by lifting herself off the bed, as she wiggled free. Gwen then pulled her shirt over her head, lying on the bed in just her bra and panties. She was very turned on by his sudden aggressiveness.

“Wow! You are beautiful!” exclaimed Brock, looking down at his young lover.

Brock practically dove headfirst between Gwen's legs, kissing her softly all around her inner thighs. He could smell her inviting scent from between her creamy thighs. It was intoxicating, and Brock wanted more of it, so he moved up closer. He then slowly pulled down her lacy panties.

"Stop that. You're making me…"

Brock cut her off by plunging face first into her waiting pussy. He opened his mouth and used his expert tongue to trace the outside of her plump vaginal lips, licking her softly and fully. Brock nuzzled into her reddish mound, taking in her aroma. How he loved the smell of a woman, with no perfume or anything else to mask her pure scent.

Gwen purred with delight, as Brock began licking her in earnest, parting her full lips with his strong, adept tongue. She gave a sigh of pleasure, as she felt his tongue wash the inside of her pink folds. It was as if she could feel every tiny bump on his tongue, like it was made just for her pleasure. She unclasped the front of her bra, grasping both her swollen breasts with her hands, as she moaned out in ecstasy.

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes, right there!" Gwen exclaimed, feeling his tongue buried inside her.

Brock licked and sucked at her delicious entry like he was eating his last supper. He went at her with such feverish splendor, as he grabbed on to her thighs with his strong hands. His face disappeared between her creamy legs, as he pushed forward, getting a better angle in which to devour her.

"Oh yes! Yes! That's it, baby! Yes!" screamed out Gwen, feeling the sensation run up and down her entire body.

She had never been pleasured like this in her young life. At just twenty-one years old, Gwen had just one boyfriend in the past, and sex only a couple of times. That inexperienced, clumsy sex was certainly nothing like this. Brock was an experienced cunnilinguist, and he used all his tricks to impress his young lover. Next up for him was his skilled fingers.

While still licking her pussy, Brock took two fingers from one hand and inserted them inside Gwen's damp entrance. Once in, she let out a delighted gasp, clearly loving the feeling of being penetrated.

Brock, however, was just getting started. He took his digits and hooked them up inside her, reaching and feeling around until he found what he was looking for.

"Oh damn! What is that you’re doing? I feel like I'm going to explode. Oh yes!" Gwen breathed, feeling the use of her limbs quickly diminishing.

Brock had found the Holy Grail of lovemaking. He had hit her G-spot and continued to rub it, making small circular motions over her rough patch. Gwen thrashed wildly around the bed, as her body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure. She had never felt anything as good as this, and she didn’t want it to ever end. Brock kept licking and rubbing, feeling the sweet cream pour out of Gwen's love spout. His face was sticky and his belly was getting full, and he was having a great time. It had been a long while since he had such a young, passionate lover, and Brock wanted to make the most of it.

Gwen reached down and grabbed Brock by his shaggy hair. She pulled on him with great strength, even causing some pain. Brock could feel her body clench up, as she let out something that sounded like a primal scream. She was most definitely hitting her stride with her most powerful orgasm so far.

“Yes! Yes! YES!!" Gwen screamed, as she tried to catch her breath.

Brock slowly stopped rubbing the inside of her pussy, slipping his fingers out slowly. The gush of her cream followed his fingers, as they were well coated and glistening. He also stopped licking her clit, pulling back so he could see his work. Her pussy was soaked and her vaginal lips remained parted and swollen.

Gwen remained on the bed, panting, as she slowly came down from her high. Brock got up and out of bed, watching his young lover breathe heavily. He was happy to see her so content, although he had an idea that she wasn't through yet. He leaned over her and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Okay?" Brock asked, smiling down on her.

"Oh yeah, better than that," panted Gwen, looking up at her older lover. She had never had such an intense orgasm. Her body was still shaking as her eyes drank in his toned naked body. She noticed that his attention to her had gotten him very aroused, as his hard cock bounced against his leg when he moved. She smiled naughtily. Even though she had just come, she wanted more.

"Good. Now get out!" Brock said sternly, pointing at the door.