Not only am I at a loss for a title, but I'm also unsure how to round thispiece out (character development, setting, additional plot, etc.). Anywriters, English minors (or majors), or people good with words out there,please critique this story. I'm fjohnson@remus.rutgers.edu,so either do a followup/reply or send me mail. I DESPERATELY WANT TO KNOWWHAT WORKS, WHAT SUCKS, AND WHY!
"You'd think an outfit like this'd have it's logistical shit together",the gent hissed. The elevator he and another researcher were in had gottenstuck between floors.
The slender, bespectacled brunette next to him told him, "Chill out;they'll have it running in a little while." Even in the lab coat, sheappeared remarkably attractive. "Perhaps", she suggested, "you couldfinally get out what's been on your mind the last couple of weeks."
"I'd considered asking you out, but I-didn't think you would have me."
"Believe it or not, below the white coat is the heart of a woman, and atthat one with emotions-passion, mind you." She undid a blouse button,showing off a little cleavage. "I like you-a lot."
"Th-the feeling's mutual." He was somewhat taken aback by the fact thatthis hard-nosed biotechnician was actually flirting with him. She quicklyswept him into her arms, and he instinctively returned the favor. She feltgood to him, especially the way her full, firm breast felt against hisheart. He blushed when she got her hands to his buttocks.
"Come on," she enticed him, giving a sweet smile, "go for it". Almost asif they were no longer subject to his control, his hands began to slidedown the small of her back, veering off onto her hips. "Yes, you're doingit", she whispered, nearly crushing him.
He felt himself moving to kiss her. She puckered, soon meeting him. Thenext thing he knew, he felt a tongue working between his lips. She wasFrenching him, trying to infiltrate his mouth, and rapidly making herselfquite welcome. He lowered his jaw, extending his tongue to caress hers.His heart began to beat faster. The elevator rumbled to life just asshe gasped. They broke their embrace as the car stopped on the first floor. Asthe door slid open, he cleared his throat, then tentatively asked,"Would...you-" "Yes; I know the way." They ducked into a corridor, quickly arriving at a lab room thathe knew to be usually vacant. I can't believe I'm doing this, he thought,his heart pounding in his ears. I can; that's me you're hearing. That alto voice he heard was clearly hers, but she hadn't spokena word. He sighed, "Oh my God", looking into her deep eyes. "Irealize-do-" "I know...it's okay...I feel this way too." She snatched himinto her arms, speaking with an urgency he was now feeling. "Hal,I want you." "I know, but this-this telepathic thing...I realize it's supposedto be ninety percent in your mind, but..." She silenced him with a kiss. He felt as if he were sliding awayfrom the confines of his body, as if by gravity. Let youself go,she told him. I want to, but why here? Why now? It's in our hearts; we both want to have this. We've gotto...here...now...us. The room began to spin crazily out of control, and by time hecame to anything resembling his senses, he was lying on one of the worktables, under her firm, warm form. She had him in her arms, giving hima fair view down her blouse. Like what you see, don't you? He couldn't answer her, but as a matter of fact, she did havea shapely bust. I can feel your hard-on. She fingered his crotch, carefully undoing his trousers. Hishands fumbled to her skirt, caressing her buttocks. Go for it! He slipped his hands under her skirt, enjoying the feel of herthighs. As he inched his way up to her panties, she wiggled her hips. Do it! With one resolute tug, he yanked them down to her knees. She tookhold of his buttocks and pulled him into herself, slamming her own pelvisdown to meet his. He felt the slight shock of entering her, yet at thesame time, he felt as if something were permeating-penetrating him. As hethrust into her, the feeling waned and waxed. It occurred to him that hewas getting twice what he was bargaining for-and loving it. I can feel it too, she thought to him, but he was too wrapped upin their sighs and moans. Laura, I feel so crazy, he thought. So do I-OH THAT FEELS SO GOOD!-that's why we're doing this. His body began to rock with the earthquake that was his-or was ither?-orgasm. Perhaps it was mutual, as she was throbbing fantastically.When the tempest ended, she whispered, "Do that again." No sooner had he said that than was he thrusting into her again.This may be ill-timed-ooh, keep it up-I love you. Hold my nipples; they're on fire-I love you too-mmmmMMM! They eventually came again, and rested in an embrace. He tried tomove, but was too dizzy. He realized, with a start, that he was onlyfeeling his own sensations now; she was no longer in his mind. "Laura?" At the moment, she was sitting upright, swinging her long, gracefullegs. She had gotten everything back in place, but still had a windblownlook about her. She took his hand, helping him up. He straightened, pulling himself to her. "Don't you think it'sweird that our minds seem to connect when our bodies do?" "Not at all; I'm used to being a telepath, of sorts-it's kind offun to do that. However, it only happens when I'm feeling hot, and you'rethe only one who seems to appreciate what I call total sex." She touchedhis lips with her finger. "Let's just keep this our little secret."
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