Chem Class
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Eliza couldn't focus on the lecture. She felt Brooke's gaze on her, like a warm tingle on her skin. The brush of their shoulders in the aisle as they walked to their seats set her heart racing. As they started the lab, Eliza tried to act natural, but her hands shook as she measured out chemicals. When Brooke leaned over to show her how to change the filter on their bunsen burner, Eliza's face flushed. She could smell Brooke's perfume, a light scent of sweet pea.
The tension between them built up throughout the experiment. Eliza's stomach did flip-flops every time Brooke smiled at her, and she found herself blushing more often than not. When it was time to collaborate, their hands brushed against each other, sending sparks up Eliza's arm. They worked together in perfect harmony, their laughter and whispers filling the lab.
As they cleaned up, the gentle swish of water on the table accompanied by the soft clinks of tools echoed through the room. Eliza's heart hammered in her chest as she looked at Brooke's strong hands, covered in latex gloves, reaching for the beaker they had used. The scent of bleach and rubbing alcohol mixed with the heat from the burner, creating a heady cocktail.
Finally, the professor dismissed them. Eliza couldn't wait for their next lab session to see Brooke again. As they gathered their things, Brooke accidentally bumped into her, causing some beakers to fall from Eliza's overloaded tray. They both giggled nervously as they quickly collected everything.
Eliza's heart pounded from the brief touch they had shared. As they walked side by side down the hallway, she couldn't help but notice the way Brooke's too-tight jeans hugged her hips and the way her firm butt flexed with each step. When Brooke brushed her fingers against Eliza's hand, they finally intertwined their fingers, sending an electric jolt through Eliza's body. "And I'm really grateful for your help today. You made this experiment so much easier."
"No problem at all," Brooke replied, flashing her unnaturally white teeth. She glanced at Eliza out of the corner of her eye and pressed their entwined hands together gently. "I had fun working with you too."
At Brooke's words, Eliza felt a delicious shiver run down her spine. They continued to walk in silence for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts. The sound of their footsteps echoed off the tiled walls, creating a rhythmic pattern that matched the beat of Eliza's heart. Suddenly, they reached a crosswalk and had to stop. As they waited for the walk signal, Brooke leaned in closer, her warm breath tickling Eliza's earlobe.
"Hey, Eliza?" Brooke whispered.
Eliza looked up into those deep brown eyes and felt herself get wet. "Yeah?" she responded, her voice quivering slightly.
"Do you want to grab dinner sometime this week?" Brooke asked nervously.
Eliza gulped and nodded eagerly. This was it. She had been hoping for this moment for weeks. "Would you like to?" she asked, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice.
Brooke grinned from ear to ear. "I'd love to, but not later. Right now."
The walk sign flashed, and they hurried across the street. Eliza's excitement was palpable; she couldn't believe Brooke had asked her out. They continued walking until they found a small Italian restaurant on the corner and went inside.
As they sat across from each other at the cozy booth, Eliza couldn't help but admire the way Brooke's eyes sparkled in the dimly lit room. Overwhelmed by the romantic atmosphere and the closeness of their bodies, she brushed her foot against Brooke's ankle beneath the table.
Brooke's body stiffened momentarily, then relaxed as she leaned in closer, whispering huskily, "You know, I've thought about you a lot."
Eliza felt her face flush as she reached under the table to squeeze Brooke's thigh gently. Her fingers traced lines along the tight muscles before slowly sliding higher, making Brooke shift in her seat.
"The lasagna here is amazing," Brooke rasped out breathlessly. She ran a hand through her messy brown hair, looking at Eliza with lust-filled eyes.
"I'll have to trust you on that," Eliza replied, her cheeks burning. She continued to stroke Brooke's inner thigh, feeling her quiver beneath her touch.
Just as their food arrived, Brooke grabbed Eliza's wrist underneath the tablecloth, pushing it away from her now fully wet center. "Not here, not now," she murmured softly. "But when we're alone later on...I want you to touch me like that again."
Eliza shuddered with anticipation and nodded fervently. She knew that tonight would be a night they'd never forget.
They ate their meal quickly, the sexual tension simmering between them. Brooke's foot rubbed against Eliza's calf under the table. Eliza struggled to focus on the food, her mind filled with fantasies of what was to come.
When the waiter brought the check, Brooke snatched it up, moving quickly.
“Where’s your apartment?” Brooke asked. “I can’t wait another second to be alone with you.”
Eliza just smiled and grabbed her hand, practically dragging her out of the restaurant and hailing a cab. She couldn't wait to see what the night had in store for them both.
As they entered Eliza's apartment, the elevator doors sliding shut behind them, their lips crashed together in a desperate, hungry kiss. Clothes were flung haphazardly onto the floor, revealing their naked, quivering bodies.
Brooke pushed Eliza up against the wall, their heated breaths mingling breasts, stomachs, thighs pressed together. Eliza moaned, her heart pounding out of her chest.
"I want you," Brooke growled, her hands braced on either side of Eliza's head. "Now."
Eliza's only response was to nod, her eyes clouded with desire, giving Brooke the permission she needed.
With one swift motion, Brooke’s fingers entered her, eliciting a gasp from both of them. Their hips rocked together in a instinctual rhythm, their moans bouncing off the walls of the small entry way.
As their orgasms approached, they clung to one another, their bodies entwined, hearts racing in tandem.
"I've been waiting for this since the semester started," Brooke panted into Eliza's ear.
"Me too," Eliza managed to gasp out, her world narrowing down to the woman above her, the feel of her fingers inside her, and the knowledge that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary.