[MISC] Lab Partner

Max rubs his temples as he stares down at the beakers, filled with various liquids.
He doesn't even remember what this experiment's supposed to be about.
He's not here in college to get a degree in chemistry, so why does he have to know it?
Is it really that bad if he doesn't have a good grade in chemistry?
When'll he ever really use it, anyway in civil engineering anyway?

With a sigh, he looks up for a moment.
The lab's nearly empty.
All the other students already finished their experiments and labwork.
The professor already left, and the TAs shortly afterwards.
The only ones left are Max... and her.

Max, of course, is still here because he's absolutely terrible at chemistry.
He couldn't even tell an oxidation-reduction reaction from an acid-base reaction.
At least he knew they were chemistry things, and that he was supposed to know them, but she...
Rachel was the best student in the class.

She wouldn't be here because she was having trouble with the lab.
She must be working on something extra.
He's seen her in a few classes, and she's always one of the best students.
She's the kind of student who always seems to excel effortlessly at anything she puts her mind to.
She's the kind of person who looks bored in class because she already understands it all.
She's not like Max, who's struggling to pass this stupid chemistry class.

Not that he'd admit it, but he'd always wanted to ask her if she might tutor him.
She was brilliant, and if anyone could help him pass, he's sure it would be her.
Not to mention that she was pretty cute, as well.
He'd always ignore those feeling, of course.
Why would a smart girl like her end up going out with some guy who can barely pass the courses that aren't in his major?

Suddenly, he realizes he's been staring at her, and she's looking right back at him.

"Need something, Max?"

"Uh, I uh..."

His brain locks up, as he struggles to find a way to explain why he's been watching her for the past few minutes.
Excuses fly through his mind as he searches for some solution, some response that might answer her.
But as he tries to think, his mind keeps coming back to the same fact.
She knows his name.

"Need some help with the lab? It can be a bit tricky, if you're not sure what you're doing."

"I, uh, sure, then."

She walks around the tables, before sliding up right next to him.

"So, how far are you?"

He scans the lab handout quickly, before pointing to a step somewhere in the middle.

"Uh, that's where I am now."

"Oh, yeah. Now you get to start the fun part, titration!"

He stares blankly at her for a moment, racking his brain for something to say to not look like an idiot, before she continues explaining.

"That's where you slowly add a substance with a known concentration of something to something with an unknown concentration.
By measuring when reactions occur, you can figure out the concentration of the unknown sample.
So, here you've got some hydrochloric acid in your beaker, with an unknown concentration, and some phenolphthalein.
Phenolphthalein is clear in most acids, but turns pink when enough of a base is added.
That's where the volumetric burette comes in.
We can use it to add some sodium hydroxide solution until the reaction occurs, and use that to calculate what the concentration of the hydrochloric acid was."

Max blinks for a moment, slowly processing her words.

"Alright, so, I just, uh, use the... burette to put some sodium hydroxide in...?"

"Yep."

After a moment of thought, Max grabs the burette, a tall, thin tube of liquid attached to a clamp, with a bottom-heavy base.
It wobbles a little when he places it closer to them on the table.
Next, he grabs the beaker with the acid in it, and places it under the burette.

"Now, all you need to do is turn this valve a little, and stop it once the beaker turns pink."

Nervous, Max reaches towards the valve, but bumps the burette in his haste.
He watches, frozen in a moment of surprise as the tall tube begins to wobble and tip, before falling over, knocking the beaker off the table.

"Shit! Strip, Max!"

It's several moments before Max realizes what's going on, as his leg begins to sting.
He just stares at the table, paralyzed with panic.
Suddenly, a hand roughly drags him away from the equipment.
Before he can realize what's happening, he's being drenched with cold water as someone roughly pulls at his jeans.
As some part of his brain finally kicks into gear, he pulls his jeans down, along with his boxers, as the shaky voice of his partner breaks through the noise of the water.

"O-okay, then. Fortunately, the acid wasn't too concentrated. I'm fine enough, what about you?"

Suddenly, she's kneeling down, staring at his reddened thigh.
Finally able to take in the situation, he realizes that he's under the emergency shower with Rachel.
Most of her clothes are tossed off to the side, and she's only wearing a plain gray sports bra and light blue panties.
She's kneeling down in her underwear, inspecting his stinging thigh inches from his exposed penis.

Max wills himself to stay soft, for her not to notice, but the images running through his head fight against his efforts.
Every fantasy he's had of her floods through his mind as he tries to ignore them.
When she grabs his thigh to more closely examine the reddened area, he can hold on no longer.

"Alright, it looks like you should be relatively fine, although it'll be a little sensiti..."

She trails off as she stares at Max's growing erection, inches from her face.
Panicking, Max turns away and tries to cover himself with his shirt.

"S-sorry!"

The shower turns off.
There's an awkward pause for a moment.

"I-I never knew you felt that way about me. Heh."

Rachel forces out a half-hearted, awkward laugh.
Needing to say something, anything to end the silence, Max blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.

"S-sorry, you're just really attractive and smart, a-and the whole situation..."

"Oh."

There's genuine surprise in her voice.

"Really? I didn't know you thought so highly of me."

The awkward pause returns momentarily.

"Well, while we're putting all our cards on the table, I may as well admit I think you're cute, too.
You might not be the smartest student, but I've seen you.
You work harder than almost anyone I've seen, and I've always admired that.
Didn't really think you'd be attracted to someone like me, though."

Max turns around, shocked.

"What are you talking about?
You're cute, you're smart, you're nice to everyone -- who wouldn't be attracted to you?"

Slowly, Max realizes that he'd forgotten about his "issue" before turning around, and that his cock was standing up at attention.
Blushing, he looks to see Rachel staring down at his crotch with an odd look on her face.

"Y'know, Max, we've already sort of confessed to each other, and sort of seen each other naked...
I wouldn't suppose you'd... want to take it a step further...?"

Transfixed, and barely able to think at the situation, Max hastily blurts out, "S-sure!"

Tentatively, she kneels down in front of his crotch and studies it closely for a moment, her face slightly flushed.
Max is beet red with nervousness as his hardened dick throbs and pulses in time with his heartbeat, inches from the face of his crush.
When she leans further forward, Max tenses up a little, causing his cock to jerk up and touch her nose as she jerks back in surprise.

"S-sorry."

She merely grins and moves forward again, gently grabbing the base of his shaft as the breath hitches in his throat.
Rachel holds it for a moment, unmoving as she feels his pulse through his penis, while Max waits, frozen in anticipation.
He can feel her hot breath against his skin, contrasting with the cold from the shower they'd just finished.
Suddenly, she leans forward and gives a long lick at the head.
Max groans and shivers for a moment at the sudden intensity of the sensation.

"That good, huh?"

Max nervously mumbles out, "yes", watching her face, red with lust, as her tongue reaches out towards his shaft.
He shudders as her tongue slowly drags along the surface of his cock, trailing from the base upwards.
Another soft groan escapes his lips as it brushes along his glans, picking up a little precum as it goes by.
She groans quietly at the taste, her hand already in her panties, desperately rubbing at her engorged pussy.

Overwhelmed with desire, Rachel suddenly takes his cock into her mouth, moaning with lust as a soft yelp escapes Max at the sudden sensation.
Her lips rub against his shaft, softly dragging up and down, as her tongue roughly snakes back and forth across its surface, any technique lost to a deep need.
The sensations on his dick as he watches his crush moan with delight while fingering herself are too much to take, and it's not long before Max involuntarily jerks forward, letting out a soft cry as he cums.
Max's legs nearly give out at the feeling of her tongue and moans on his over-sensitized cock, rhythmically pulsing and tensing as it shoots his semen into her eagerly awaiting mouth.
He leans against the wall, breathing heavily while lost in the pleasure of the moment.

Soon, he comes back to reality as his dick begins to soften.
He shudders as she gives one last, long lick to clean his dick off, before releasing it from her mouth.
She makes an odd face at the taste for a moment.

"Not that bad."

She grins and takes her hand from her panties, showing the thick fluid stretching between two fingers.

"But I'm not quite done yet, Max. How about we go somewhere more... private, and you can return the favor?"

Max tries to slow his breathing to answer.

"Y-yeah..."

She smiles, and tosses him his pants.

"Come on. From now on, you're my new lab partner."