Biology Lab: Day One

Ever since I was a little girl, I was known as the smart kid in the class. I loved to read, and most academic work didn’t challenge me very much. In high school I signed up for the most demanding classes at my public school. That is how I ended up as the only junior in a senior advanced biology class. 

While the academics didn’t phase me, the social dynamics were intimidating. This senior group in particular had a reputation of engaging in risky behavior–alcohol fueled parties and a lot of sex, if the rumors were correct. The party scene was not for me. My last boyfriend Shane and I had played around and brought each other to orgasm, but full penetrative sex wasn’t something that interested me yet. 

Ian was the best looking guy in the class. His torso had a V shape. His face had a strong and handsome jawline and soft brown eyes. His close cut hair made his other features stand out. For most of the year he was in an intense relationship with Ashley, who reminded me of a reality TV star. Her family was rich and showed it off. Whereas I didn’t wear much makeup, Ashley was constantly in the girls’ restroom reapplying eyeliner and lipstick. She would brag to her friends about how good he was at eating her out and what an enormous dick he had. When Ashley and Ian broke up, it was like a school-wide event. I told my friend jokingly that I was surprised that it wasn’t announced over the public address system with a special assembly. I figured that it didn’t work out because Ian’s working class background was too much of a difference to sustain a long-term relationship. He had a job at a local hardware store, and owned an old model sports car that he worked on himself. His dad was a handyman for the rich.

My own sexual life mostly swung between long times of keeping guys at a distance while self pleasuring like a champ and times of boldness when I took the initiative to get what I wanted. My encounter with Ian was the latter. 

Shane, my boyfriend from the year before, was good in some ways, but rather bland. Sexually I was the instigator. He only made me cum once, and that was after I practically commanded him. Even then I helped him finish the job by rubbing my clit. My shrewd mind was thinking that Ian, an expert lover by reputation, would be the kind of guy who would know how to pleasure a girl and could teach me a thing or two about how I could pleasure a real man. Now single, Ian might be tired of jacking off by himself. 

The big issue was that I was way, way outside of his league. Ashley was the actual prom queen. I was a younger, nerdy girl with small (but in my mind beautiful) tits. She had designer shoes for every day of the month, and I wore Keds and simple beach sandals almost every day. But I thought that deep down, Ian didn’t want a woman like Ashley any more. 

My plan got a boost when I got assigned Ian as my lab partner for our three-day frog dissection project. The teacher matched us up since I was a strong student, and Ian’s grades had dropped as a result of his breakup and demanding work schedule. Our lab table was located on the far side of the classroom. We had a tray, pins, a scalpel, a pair of scissors, gloves, and one very dead frog. A set of detailed instructions told us what to do. The teacher’s attention was focused on some difficult sets of students. Many of them were being dramatic about how gross all of this was. It was obvious that some had never really used sharp knives before–one kid even cut himself. 

Ian and I worked splendidly together. Although I took most of the notes, we both shared the other responsibilities equally. He was used to working with his hands with delicate car parts, and his skills were surprisingly transferable. 

I didn’t try flirting too heavily that first day. I did spend some time in the morning picking out a cute outfit with a scoop neck and short skirt. I applied a little mascara and tried smiling at him every time he looked up at my face. When we were done, the teacher said that we were further along than any other table, and that all of our work looked perfect. I said, “Well, Ian, let’s celebrate. I brought some homemade chocolate chip cookies.” Eating food in the biology lab was strictly forbidden, so we turned around, removed our lab gloves, and quickly ate the cookies while the teacher moved to the other side of the classroom. I’ve noticed that doing something slightly transgressive creates a bond between people. Just before the bell rang, Ian said, “I’m so glad that I ended up with you as a lab partner.” In a fake posh British accent, I shook his hand, bowed my head, and said, “Why the pleasure is all mine.” We laughed as we left for our next class. 

That evening I was extra busy. I had more cookies to bake. I also spent more than an hour masturbating while fantasizing about Ian. I am a clit rubber most of the time, but use my fingers to fuck my pussy whenever I am thinking of a specific guy’s penis. That night I used three fingers for the first time and had magnificent multiple orgasms.