Love and Chemistry

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Electronic Release: July 2013

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

In her dingy studio apartment, Minny Burgess twirled naked in front of the full-length mirror. Not bad for thirty! She never went to college, so it was time to have some of the wilder fun she’d missed out on. Sure, she’d gone to football games and attended a graduation last year, but she’d behaved herself.

Slipping on a black skirt, she contemplated her shoe choices. Black high heels it was! She hooked on her white lace bra and covered it with a white T-shirt.

Young guys today didn’t necessarily go for a size fourteen, but she’d get some attention. Of course, she wasn’t going to actually get any tonight! She wasn’t going to screw a student and lose her job. Administrative assistant to the science department wasn’t thrilling, but it paid her bills and gave her benefits. The rules, however, didn’t prevent her from having a little fun on campus. She’d always wanted to be in a sorority. There was a chance she could get into trouble, but she wasn’t going to do anything illegal. She just wanted to experience a little college fun.

Recapturing her youth seemed silly in the light of day with all the serious professors she juggled. Still, being around all these students cutting loose and enjoying life made her realize what she’d given up in high school and afterward. As she sat at her tiny kitchen table and opened her laptop, she felt guilty obsessing over what she’d lost out on. She didn’t regret passing on college. Taking care of her mom while she was sick had been the right thing.

It was having a job on a college campus triggering all this wildness envy. Before, she’d had admin jobs at boring businesses and behaved herself. Then again, she’d had a dom before to keep her in line and satisfy her. None of the doms or the jobs had worked out in the long term. Her last dom went for less complicated subs, ones who did anything they were told in the end. She’d never found the man she trusted enough to truly let herself go.

Studying the “Masters Wanted” blog, she felt a tingle that said
do it
! It was the same feeling that sparked her to move from South Carolina to the chilly Northeast and take this job in a tiny college town. The job felt right, but she needed a personal outlet. After a year here, she was still searching for something.

The blog had some good points. Private was better. She could try the local BDSM social get-togethers or even the kink nights to meet someone, but the lifestyle wasn’t going out dancing and having a few drinks. If the wrong person saw her, she could lose her job for nothing more than trying to meet the right man. The kink was best kept private if possible, and maybe she could meet someone online.

Better to start with the blog and see if she got any good replies before she showed her face on the scene. Doms took one look at her and wanted to play, but they lost interest when she wasn’t a stereotypical dumb blonde or looking for a Daddy Dom.

She closed her eyes and let her fingers fly on the keys.

Bedroom sub looking for a dom who can go all night and handle spirit! I can be a very bratty sub, and I want a firm hand to punish me when I get out of line. Nothing public, no blood, no real whips. No extreme or edge play. Role playing is a favorite of mine. Must love curves! I’m a size fourteen and won’t diet. Playmates okay. Love would be great, but I’m realistic. Forty or under, well hung, and good with a paddle please!

Her requirements were specific but would hopefully weed out the doms who wouldn’t work out. That was a game she had played when she discovered the lifestyle and a dungeon. The frustration of a small college town and being single was starting to wear on her. She reread the post to make sure she didn’t sound as needy and desperate as she felt. The longer she went without some kink, the more likely she was to give in to college campus temptations.

Posting the message, she closed her eyes and asked her mom to send her the right man this time! With a deep breath, she opened her eyes and glanced at the clock. Time to hit that sorority party.

Two hours later she was three massive drinks in and dancing with college kids. Maybe she should have felt embarrassed or foolish, but it was easy to connect with that part of her yearning for the freedom of young adulthood. Shaking her ass, she looked back and saw a frat boy kneeling behind her.

She moved away because she didn’t need him to see she had nothing on underneath that skirt. College guys were wild. A few had asked her to come back to their rooms and have sex. Things hadn’t been quite that blunt when she was a senior in high school.

She found the sorority president and sat down next to the tiny brunette on an old sofa. A small group of hunky men stared at her, and for a split second, Minny wanted to leave. She crossed her legs tightly. The idea was to have fun, not sleep with nineteen-year-olds.

“Time for the contest?” Minny asked.

“Oh, right. Better do it now before we get too drunk.” The coed set her drink down and picked up a mallet.

The echo of the gong made Minny cover her ears. That’d give her a headache, but she’d shake it off. She was going to win that wet T-shirt contest just as she should’ve when she was eighteen. Her breasts were still good! Hopefully the frat boys judging picked her. Then she could head back to her apartment which was, thankfully, within walking distance from the school. She wanted to see if anyone replied to her blog post, even though it was probably too soon.

“Line up, ladies! Wet T-shirt time!” The president of the sorority held up a trophy which was really a Marilyn Monroe doll on a platform.

Minny stood last in line on the back deck and sized up the competition. A few girls were betting on perk, not size. Some of them clearly had implants. A couple girls had the genuine goods. Minny reached up and unhooked her bra and slid it off. A few men whistled. She arched her back and stood with confidence. In her sub play, she’d strutted totally naked for doms; this was nothing.

The men suddenly appeared behind the women. Each guy had a pitcher of water in either hand. The president counted down from three and Minny closed her eyes. The rush of cold water made her gasp and stick her tits out even more. Her pussy grew wet on its own, and her nipples puckered.

Everyone cheered, and the men came around to inspect the women. Some were drunk and flirty. Others stared and stopped just short of touching. Minny looked each of them in the eyes and smiled. She half-expected to see erections popping up from all of them, but the men huddled up quickly to tally their votes.

One man whispered to the sorority president. Then she said, “We have a winner. Minny!”

The applause gave Minny that attention and ego fix for a moment, and she waved at them. The jiggle in her chest made the men hoot and holler.

“Take it off!” One of the drunken guys yelled.

Instead, she quickly slid on the bra. The lace and her nipples showed through the drenched, white cotton shirt that was deliberately thin. “My prize, please.” Minny took the trophy.

“Minny! Minny! Minny!” They chanted as she walked through the house and out the front door, wagging her ass, so they saw both sides of her great curves.

The night air gave her a chill, but luckily she didn’t have to pass any of the education buildings on the way to her apartment. She crossed her arms over her chest to draw less attention and prayed none of the faculty happened by. The danger of being caught thrilled her, but she liked her job. The students liked her and had no reason to turn her in so as long as she could avoid the faculty finding out, she felt more or less safe.

A group of guys sat around a bench with a few laptops between them. Stealing campus Wi-Fi? Hacking their grades? She kept on walking, pretending she hadn’t even seen them. They hadn’t noticed her. Every time she did something akin to this, she loved it until she didn’t. Private kink was definitely the way to go until all her options for the right dom locally were exhausted online. Then she might have to go to an event in person.

Picking up speed, her heels clicked on the pavement, but the trophy in her hand was worth it. To be the prettiest girl in college, or at least have the best boobs in a sorority, was a bit of the college experience. Her mother had wanted her to get a higher education. Being pretty was easy. Getting into college with barely passing high school grades proved much less so. Minny tried to believe she’d find her place in the world at some point.

* * * *

Colin Zimbel graded papers and sipped coffee without a care in the world. His well-ordered life chugged along as planned. At thirty-eight, he had tenure, a solid reputation and the respect of his colleagues. His time was split between teaching graduate chemistry classes and his own experiments.

A knock on the door made him frown. He glanced at his calendar, and there was nothing. Probably the admin who had yet to learn it was better to wait until Colin was off teaching before she dropped off anything. He rarely required assistance, but having a very attractive woman around had caught his attention. Minny always found a way to distract him.

“Come in,” he said.

Instead of a busty blonde, it was a manly computer geek. Nelson Cannon entered and closed the door behind him. “Thought you were going to leave me hanging in the hall.”

“I’m not one for the casual drop in.” Colin liked Nelson, but the haphazard way the man socialized could be annoying.

“Not casual. I have a particular issue that requires your special assistance.” Nelson sat in one of the wooden guest chairs and balanced a laptop on his knees.

“I’m not explaining anything Star Trek related to you again. Get one of the physics professors to do it.” Colin set aside the stack of papers then rubbed his eyes.

“No, nothing sci-fi. This is real and very much pertinent to your group. I just don’t want anyone to get into trouble, so you have to promise you’ll handle it and won’t report anyone,” Nelson said.

“If you know about something that should be reported, you need to report it. Why bring it to me?” Colin never meddled in gossip or office drama. He’d attend fundraisers and endure dinner parties, but he refused to end up on the wrong side of office politics.

“No, I’m not trying to get anyone in trouble. I think you could really use a project. A little challenge now and then keeps a man sharp.” Nelson changed tactics.

Colin wasn’t fooled for a moment. “This isn’t about work, is it? I’ve told you before I won’t attend any of your bondage events.”

“No events. Hell, you haven’t been to a social mixer in years. Got a sub I don’t know about?” Nelson asked.

Colin sat back and shook his head. In his early years as a professor, Colin had ventured into the local BDSM group that met in person, and Nelson was a fixture there. The men became friends, and it was nice to have someone who understood his work life and personal life and how they fit together. However, the group play had never worked for Colin. Finding one special sub was what Colin really needed. “No, and I’m not interested.”

“You don’t mean that. You’re not seventy. A man has needs, especially a dom.” Nelson shrugged.

“I’ve tried before. It’s no use.” He’d had subs before, and each had left him for someone more fun and outgoing. Even when he challenged them in the bedroom, they grew bored with him.

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