Vivtomas - The Chronicles Of Viv Thomas Jo

Fuck. Another Friday night in the lab, crapping out reactions so I might actually finish my thesis in a reasonable time frame. My co-chemist for the night is Derek- the stereotypical (but not archetypal) science geek… terrible hygiene, no social intelligence, and obnoxious to the nth degree. I called Meagan, one of my classmates, to see if she wanted to grab a beer and decompress. I knew she had had some negative results on her research recently, so we were both rather pissed off and frustrated at the world. She didn’t pick up, but she knew me well enough to know what viv thomas office girls I was doing… she texted me saying "I’m having a girls’ night out with some friends from high school, but we will be back at my apartment around 11 if you want to swing by and hang out!" I checked the time and realized I almost had enough time to run another set of reactions and make it out there. I tell Derek that I’m punching out at 11:30 and extend the invite, knowing full well that 3 or 4 college girls would scare him to death. I run my 437th reaction of the year and slap the compound on the IR- bam… something interesting! Rather than diving deeper with viv thomas tumblr the LC/NMR/MS, I toss the rest of my compound in the freezer and head out to celebrate a potential research win. I really needed a win. I show up at Meagan’s at 11:45 and am greeted by viv thomas jo 3 girls. All 3 are wearing thin white t-shirts (with no bras) and pajama shorts. 6 amazing nipples staring right at me, just barely visible under the t-shirts, with 3 lovely smiles hovering somewhere above. They’re moderately drunk, and they realize that I need to catch up. I’m immediately handed a bottle of rum, and am told not to set it down until I’m at least as drunk as they are. I exclaim "fuck yeah! I’m celebrating tentatively positive results!" Meagan laughs and the other 2 look at me like I’m an idiot. I tip the bottle, glug glug glug, and get ½ way to Drunksville. I call dibs on the couch. They laugh and inform viv thomas in the family me that they’re all crashing in Meagan’s bed. I retract my claim and call dibs on "2nd spoon from the right." My claim is denied. After a while of catching up with the rum and really struggling not to stare at their semi-see-through shirts, I notice that Mel is really into me. She is a senior at my undergrad alma mater and is absolutely fixated on everything I have to say. She’s about 5’5", 120ish lbs, with an athletic build. Fair skinned with shoulder length brown hair pulled up in a ponytail and no makeup which suits her girl-next-door pseudo mousy face. She is one of the sexiest girls I’ve ever met. We laugh about the crappy frat bar and the amazing burgers at the local orange and black striped restaurant landmark… We don’t even notice when the other 2 head to bed. I eventually work up to leaning in for a kiss. She attacks me and I think "oh fuck, this is gonna be fun!" We vigorously make out for a few minutes when I decide that I want to feel those glorious unholstered boobies. The appeared to be on the B – C cutoff, and they were perky as hell. And through her thin t-shirt I could tell she had areolas the size of nickels and nipples like pencil erasers. My favorite! I slide my hands under her shirt and up her back and she kisses me harder. I start to move them up front, and she violently grabs my hands and forces them away from her amazing mounds. I was a bit perplexed, and since I was so worked up, I figured I was in for some blue balls at this point. Not even allowed to touch the titties?? This is some junior high shit. Anyway… I power on, hoping that she’ll change her mind, but not pushing it- I was enjoying this girl even without anything else. She starts to grind herself against my awkwardly placed hard-on. We go on for a few minutes like this- her on top kissing me, me grabbing her ass and pulling her into me, and her grinding me more furiously by the minute… testing the durability of her thin PJ shorts. I try to discreetly reposition my junk, but it’s not use while she is on top of me. I flip her on her back and move down to her stomach and start licking small patterns just below her belly button. I slide her shorts down as far as she will let me (just below where her hair would start, if she had any… believe me, I pulled her shorts up and peeked- she wasn’t wearing underwear and her mound looked as if she had waxed it less than an hour ago) while I re-adjust my package. She sees what I’m doing and giggles. I’ll never forget the look she gave me- devious and innocent at the same time. She giggles again at my new found comfort, drags herself on top again, repositions her pussy right on top of my hard-on, and starts grinding her clit into me like it’s going out of style. She’s ridden me so hard that I’m sticking out of the top of my jeans. She glances down and gets a look of pure lust on her face as she sees the tip of my cock. I look into her eyes and she gives me the most devious grin as she doubles down on riding me through 1.5 layers of fabric. I’m grinning and looking into her eyes when I see them roll back in her head. She clenches me tightly and starts spasming. I see every vein and muscle in her neck- she’s cumming and cumming hard. She lets out several guttural but subdued yelps and falls on top of me. Her crotch is soaked with a mixture of her wetness and my pre-cum. I kiss her and chuckle… she looks at me like she knows that it’s my turn. She positions her newly dampened shorts right on top of the tip of my cock and starts to swirl like she’s a hula dancer… alternating between that and a slow back-and-forth movement. I can smell her cum at this point, and it’s driving me wild. She’s sitting upright grinning at me, riding my tip with a Cheshire look on her face… still in her shorts. After a few more minutes of this, I can feel my nut coming up. I tell her that I’m gonna cum. She smiles and grinds a bit softer. I clench her arms and start shooting rope after rope onto her shorts and my stomach. She giggles and flops down beside me, out of breath. We both hold each other and I kiss her forehead before she gets up to get some paper towel. The next morning, I get up early to cook breakfast for the group. Meagan and her friend come downstairs to the smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes. They’re milling around while Mel sneaks around, trying to discreetly remove the stain from the front of her pants. Her friends notice and call her out on it. She feigned embarrassment, but was sneaking gropes and pecks on my neck every chance she got. I never spoke to her after that day… but I still refer to that night when I’m having trouble cumming. Meagan still mentions that night when I call her for a consult when Im stuck on a problem at work. But Meagan and I are a story for another time (and that story wont fit into my not quite sex series.) AnonymousChemist