Chemistry, An Erotica Story

Chemistry

Gwen
held the book with two hands while her heart raced. She couldn’t decide if she
was more excited by the fact that she was about to do her research on this
great work, or by the author on the back cover, Dr. Brock Brinkman.  Gwen
examined his photo one more time, staring into his piercing blue eyes.  She had
had a crush on him since she’d seen him speak her freshman year.  He was just
as attractive in person as he was in this picture.  He was pretty young to be
such a major force in the world of Science.  He was only about thirty-five
years old, she guessed.  And to Gwen, he gave a whole new meaning to the term
Chemistry.

From
a young age Gwen had been interested in science, particularly Chemistry.  She
was a bit of science geek herself, and knew the old stereotype that scientists
were either geeky young guys, or weird old guys with crazy, bad hair was all
too accurate.  However, the author of the book was neither.  No, he was rather
good-looking, perhaps even dreamy.  Heck, Gwen thought, this guy is hot!

She
kept her eyes locked on his face on the back cover of the book, imagining that
she could see them peeking at her while they kissed. Gwen thought about what it
would be like to meet this beautiful man, to flirt with him, to embrace him. It
had been a long time since she dated anyone.  Gwen longed for romance, and all
too frequently Gwen’s mind would drift off into fantasy.  Her fantasies usually
involved strong, bold, successful men, and more often than not, it was Dr.
Brock Brinkman. 

     "Anyone
sitting here?" asked the man standing over Gwen, watching her sit at the
table with her mouth hanging open, the book now dangling from her hands.

She
became physically startled, almost shaking where she sat, making her knees
knock together. The man’s voice broke her trance, her frequent trip to daydream
land. When Gwen finally looked up at the mystery man, her jaw dropped
instantly.

"You….you're…uh…"
stammered Gwen, looking up at the tall, good-looking stranger.

"My
name is Brock. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, extending his hand.

Gwen
reached out her hand, and he took it in his. Brock gently kissed her knuckles,
sending tiny tingles down her arm, up her spine, and ending up somewhere around
her perky breasts.  He sat down beside her, trying to be as quiet as possible.  After
all, they were in the university's library, and no one wanted to make a scene
and disturb the other students.

"I
see you're reading my book. I hope it's not too boring," Brock said
smoothly, smiling at her.

"I
can't believe it's you. Why are you here?" Gwen asked nervously.  She was
amazed at how friendly and down-to-earth he was.  He had none of the arrogance
that frequently accompanied the title “Doctor and Best-Selling Author” at the
university.

Brock
chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling. "Should I leave? I was visiting the
campus and wanted to check out the library.  The librarian was kind enough to
mention that my new book had just arrived and that you were reading it."

"Yes!"
Gwen replied excitedly. "Yes, indeed! I'm so lucky to have it, too. I love
it."

"Great.
Thank you very much for the praise. That means so much coming from such a
beautiful young lady.  So you've got brains and beauty, too."

     Gwen
felt her face turn red from the compliment.  She felt the goose bumps run up
and down her body, covering her arms and the back of her neck.  She was getting
a little excited and she liked the way it felt.  Brock was not your typical
Science geek, no way, no how.  He stood at about six foot three or four, she estimated,
and looked like he was a regular at the gym.  He had a pretty nice physique
from what she could gather and a face that was even more handsome up close. 
When she went to see him speak freshman year, she had only seen him from the
back of huge lecture hall, but even from that distance, she could see he was
attractive.

Besides
those beautiful blue eyes, he also had a sturdy chin, rugged jawline, and a
mouth that looked like it was inviting her to kiss him. His lips were slightly
pouty, and she loved that in a man.  Gwen wanted to tackle him to the floor and
kiss him right there in the library.  She knew, however, she had to keep her
composure.

"Hello?
Hello!" Brock called out.

"Huh?"
a stunned Gwen responded, as she snapped back to reality.

"You
know my name, but may I ask yours, dear?" Brock said silkily, taking a
seat right beside Gwen.

"Oh…sorry.
 My name is Gwen," she replied, with a shy smile.  His use of an
endearment thrilled her and she had gone from having a crush from afar to being
in grave danger of falling in love at first sight.

"Very
nice," said Brock, peering into her eyes deeply. "So what do you
think?"

Gwen
looked at him, confused by his question. She started to speak, but only
stuttered.  She had no idea what he meant, and she was starting to get nervous.
 Gwen knew what she thought about him, but was that what he was asking?  She
didn't want to sound like a young, brainless girl, but then again she felt like
one at the moment.

"My
new book.  How do you like it?" clarified Brock, giving her a wink and a warm
smile.

"Oh!
The book is great. Just started reading, but I love it," Gwen said
happily, thinking he must be used to women going flighty around him.

Brock
was happy to hear that.  It was flattering for any author to hear praise
firsthand from an avid reader, or in this case, a student.  Then again, praise
from such a young beautiful lady like Gwen made his ego and libido swell with
excitement.  He was in his late thirties, a Science geek for most of his life.  Now
he was a researcher and writer, putting him in the public eye.  It was a huge
boost to see that there were actually beautiful, intelligent women interested
in his work, and possibly in him as a man.           

Brock
placed his hand on Gwen's thigh, flashing his sexy smile.  She looked at him
with a mixture of fear and desire, not saying a word.  It felt good to have him
touch her, yet she knew they were in a library, so she was confused by his
intentions.  Good thing there weren't many students around now, and that she
was seated at a corner table with her back to the wall.

"Can
you tell me about your book?  I mean, I'm doing a report on it for Chemistry
class and since you’re here it would be great to get quotes directly from the
author,” asked Gwen, trying to keep the focus on her work as much as possible.

Brock
smiled, loving her straightforwardness. "Sure, I can do that for you. I'm
here to help you any way I can."

He
proceeded to look deep into her eyes while lecturing her on the finer points of
his latest book. Gwen jotted down notes while he spoke, almost forgetting about
Brock’s hand still resting on her thigh.  She tried her best to concentrate,
despite the effect his velvety voice and close proximity was having on her.  He
was radiating scholarly charisma, and a few times Brock chuckled on her
account, as he noticed her penmanship got a little sloppy.  He knew what he was
doing to her, just as she did too.  It seemed neither of them cared, although Gwen
was trying to take advantage of the fact that the author was giving her some great
information she could use for her research project.

They
sat at the corner table in the school’s library until closing time. The
university’s librarian ordered all the students out, and also Brock, giving him
a friendly wink.  Brock moved his hand away from Gwen’s thigh when she had
approached their table.  It wasn’t every day the school had notable authors visit,
so this was a big deal.

“Are
you hungry?” asked Brock, as they slowly walked out of the library together. “I
know of a quiet restaurant not too far from here. If you would like to have
dinner with me, that is.”

“Sure,”
answered Gwen, going weak in the knees. “I would love to.”

“Excellent.
 My car is just outside,” said Brock, as they walked out to his rented vehicle.
 He took her hand and rested it in the crook of his arm as they crossed the
university parking lot.

They
drove to an Italian restaurant he had frequented in the past.  Once there, they
ate and spoke about his book some more, but this time Gwen was not taking
notes.  She was fascinated by him.  The conversation wasn’t all about science,
as the wine flowed between courses.  They spoke about college life which turned
to living alone and relationships and coping with life in general.

Gwen
learned quite a bit about Brock, who was very open and honest about his life.  She
felt as though she had known him for years.  She felt her shyness slipping away,
as her feelings for him grew with every passing minute.  She wasn’t sure if it
was just a girlish infatuation or something else, but she enjoyed her time with
the gorgeous author.

When
the meal was over and the last of the wine had been consumed, Gwen felt her
head buzzing a little.  Feeling a bit tipsy, she was glad that Brock had his
car, since she was unsure how she would get back to her off-campus apartment.  Sure,
Brock drank also, but something told her, now that it was too late, that he
probably didn’t have as much wine as she did.

“Thank
you for a lovely evening,” Gwen said, feeling more relaxed than when she first
met Brock.

“You’re
welcome.  Calling it a night?” he asked with a radiant smile.

“I
just assumed you had other plans.  I’m sure you’re a busy man,” said Gwen, not
trying to wear out her welcome.

“True.
I am busy, but I am also free the rest of the night.  I mean, it’s up to you,
of course,” explained Brock, as he pulled out his wallet to pay for their
dinner.

Gwen
thought about it for a moment.  She didn’t want to impose, but the idea of
spending more time with Brock was both exciting and arousing.  She was getting
worked up inside, trying hard to not let it show.  She didn’t want to appear
easy, but she was obviously turned on by Brock and hoped he felt the same way
about her.

He
represented both a crush of sorts, as well as a fantasy lover. To be with him
would be wonderful, she imagined, but needed to keep those thoughts in check,
just in case he wasn’t feeling the same thing as her. However, he did ask her
what she wanted to do. The ball was seemingly in her court.

“Sure
I wouldn’t be bothering you?” asked Gwen timidly, not sure where she stood.

“Seriously? 
Of course not.  I’d love for our evening to continue,” assured Brock, giving
his winning smile to Gwen.

“Okay,
as long as it’s all right with you,” she agreed, exhaling loudly.

"Sure.
I have a nice hotel room nearby, just me and a big old bed," he explained.

     "Sounds
better than the one room apartment I have off campus," said Gwen, feeling
a little silly.

     "Sounds
better than my college days. I had to share a room with two other guys.  It was
smaller than the room I have at the hotel." Brock chuckled at the memory.

"Wow!"
exclaimed Gwen, having trouble imagining him as a struggling student.

They
ended up talking about college days past, present and future again while
driving back to the hotel. In that time they grew closer, as the pair realized
how much they enjoyed each other's company. Brock was sure to flirt with Gwen
at every turn, while she became more comfortable with his advances. She even
made a few risqué comments of her own, clearly loosening up as time passed.

They
arrived at the hotel, and Gwen stepped out of the car and looked around.  She
was impressed by how nice it looked from the outside.  She figured between his
work in Chemistry and becoming a best-selling author, Brock had the means to
afford such a nice place.