This is the final chapter of General Chemistry, though as the name of the course suggests, Gen Chem II might be coming soon.
I regret that this update took so long in the making, but life events (and the desire to get this chapter right) conspired to slow me down.
More sticky, swollen, gratuitous sex scenes to come.
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Lazy afternoon sunlight filtered in through the curtains, and I could faintly hear the sound of the TV droning on from down the hall.
Liv laid on her back, the gray t-shirt bunched up around her neck, her long, athletic torso curving sharply as she rubbed her hair into the blankets. A brilliant red hickey, centered around my teeth marks, glowed on her pale breast. Her labia were swollen and flared open, still distended from the shape of my cock.
When her pussy clenched, a slippery glob of my cum slid down her inner thigh and onto the blanket, joining the pool that had already collected below her ass. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth twisted into a satisfied smile as she caressed her tanned thighs with her fingertips.
I sat on my heels on the edge of the bed, sweaty, naked, and balls achingly empty. I briefly shook my head, hoping to clear whatever fog had come over me, before realizing that I was still hungover. As spaced out as I felt, Liv seemed like she'd been fucked into blissful submission.
Pri, just as naked as we were, watched the two of us with a hazy look. She'd left her clothes in the living room where she'd fucked Marco only a few minutes ago. After Liv's boyfriend had left, Pri had no one to fool around with, and she reclined into a pile of pillows against the headboard.
I could see her entire body in exquisite detail. Her thick, shapely calves, the gouge from a soccer cleat visible on the side, pink and barely healed against her brown skin. She sat with the light-colored soles of her feet touching, her knees and muscular thighs spread, and between them her hand traced lazily through her pubic hair. Her stiff, red clit pushed past the dark skin of her hood, her sweaty breasts slowly rising and falling. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she observed the aftermath of the little 'show' I'd put on, lingering on Liv's naked body just as much as mine.
Although Pri's body showed every sign that she wanted to be touched, to be fucked, to be made to cum, her lips pressed together bloodlessly, and she looked away.
"Can we--why don't we wash up?" she said. "Maybe have lunch?"
It took a moment for my brain to interpret the words. Something was wrong. The most I could manage was to place my hand on the bed between us in some version of an invitation. Although I was sluggish, exhausted really, any signal from her would quickly draw me between those perfect legs, to taste her intoxicating pussy.
But she shook her head, so faintly I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't been staring at her. "I feel gross," she continued. "And hungry. Anyone else hungry?"
"Yeah. Maybe. I dunno," said Liv. She yawned deeply, stretching in all directions at once. At the peak of her stretch, her pussy clenched again, pushing another slow trickle of cum out of her. "But I'm just gonna, like, lay here a minute." There was a smile in her voice but she sounded miles away.
"Jack," said Pri. "Can you warm up the shower?" I must have looked like a mess because she said again, "The shower? Please?"
Mechanically, I slid a leg off the bed, then another, before standing up straight, stretching and groaning the whole way. My cock slapped wetly against my thigh, bobbing thick and heavy, caught somewhere between recovering from my massive orgasm and the permanent erotic aura of these beautiful women.
I took two steps toward the door but Pri didn't move.
"I'll be right there," she said, giving me a small, encouraging smile. "Make sure it's nice and hot, okay?"
Without thinking, I turned left towards 'our' shower, the one that connected to the master bedroom. Pri and I had already claimed it with our masturbating while Liv's dad was out of town. Turning the corner into the hall, I heard the sound of skin sliding across the sheets.
"Hey Livvy, how are you?" asked Pri as I moved out of earshot.
The shower was huge, tiled pale green and easily large enough for four people. A waterfall shower head, huge and brass-colored and expensive-looking, hung down from the center of the ceiling. I leaned against the cold wall with a hand extended into the water, waiting for the heat to build.
What had happened this weekend? To say it had gotten away from me, that would have been an understatement. I almost felt like I had more gaps than actual memories.
Where had I been? What had I done, and with who? What had I said, what promises had I made? When the hot water finally flowed, the slowly rising steam seemed to reanimate my dehydrated brain, but instead of making the memories clearer, it resolved them in a kind of fuzzy, dreamlike quality.
I thought about the first time I met the girls.
It had been a warm day in September, way warmer down south than I was used to in Connecticut. It was the first class of my first semester, Gen Chem I, and I was just settling into an aisle seat towards the front of the lecture hall. That's when, as I rooted around in my backpack for a missing pen, I heard her for the first time. The same acoustics that would carry the professor's voice up to the highest seats brought Pri's laugh down to me.
Unless it's particularly strange or unique, you mostly don't notice how a person laughs. It's just an extension of their speech, of how they communicate, like the hums and breaths and verbal tics that everyone has.
This laugh was different. It was dark and throaty and genuine. It felt
real
, and its realness seemed to drown out the awkward greetings and nervous shuffling of papers from the hundred other students around me.
So I turned my head and tracked the sound to the heavy metal doors at the lecture hall entrance. That's, of course, when I saw them for the first time. They didn't have names then, just a tall, sour faced brunette and a short brown girl, smiling a wide, brilliant smile.
And I watched them pick their way through the idling students, down the steps, and before I knew what was happening, they were sidestepping towards their seats two rows above me. Athletic, beautiful, happy, talkative, snapping at each other playfully, chatting about something I can't quite remember.
Liv saw me watching them, as painfully obvious as I was, and raised an annoyed eyebrow. All I could manage was a stupid nod. Pri waved back with a big smile.
"Hi!" she had said. "Do you take good notes?"
The shower door, in the here and now, slid open. I started, suddenly aware that I was alone and naked in someone else's house. But it was only Pri. Dragging the cold air in behind her, she slipped into the little shower room, one careful foot after the other, almost silently against the drumming of the water.
"What the hell are you doing?" she laughed, a hand clutched to her bare breast. "You're supposed to get under the water, you know."
I laughed too and stepped into the spray, gasping and sputtering, the hot water washing over my body. I stepped out of the downpour and, before I could wipe my eyes to see, Pri crashed into me.
As the steam climbed all around, I wrapped her in my arms and bent her to my mouth and my waiting tongue. In response, she grabbed a firm handful of my ass, pulling me towards her and crushing my cock between us. I rocked my hips slightly, stroking my still sensitive cock head against her thigh. A fire sparked somewhere inside me, and I pushed against her, turning her by the waist, until her back pressed against the green tile.
We both reeked of sex. I pulled away just far enough to slide a finger down her tummy, through her damp pubic hair, and along her slit. Her clit was hard and hot but she didn't clutch at me or moan like I expected she would. She suddenly felt stiff in my arms.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she said, staring a hole into my chest. "It's just--maybe we should just get cleaned up..."
"Is it Liv?"
She didn't say anything. I could see her jaw working as she gently tapped her teeth together.
"What happened? After I left."
