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Early morning deadline
By: JuliettaI started this school term thinking that this year would be different. I am a graduate student, and that means long hard hours – every day of the week. I am a chemistry major, which means many hours (often into the night) preparing and analyzing data.
It was January, and I just returned from holidays to find numerous emails from my advisor swearing that if I didn’t run the samples he had requested in time – that my research assistantship – would be considered nonexistent. He always gave me a hard time, and expected perfection from me – even nicknaming me princess-perfect Sara which actually caught on with other students in the lab.
I hurried into school early in the morning, the day after my flight back, and began preparing my samples. I diligently crushed, weighed, washed, weighed, boiled, sieved and pipetted for hours and hours until I thought my hands might fall off.
I recorded all my data, step by step and prepared for the final stage on analysis – where I loaded my samples into a spectrometer in order to read out what kind of material we had collected. This final step is crucial – it requires absolute concentration and the machine must be calibrated and run by the book.
As I loaded the last sample, I sat next to the computer and ran the software patiently. As the program ran silently – I watched the screen – and there before me – A large, bold, red word appeared on screen:
SAMPLE DESTROYED
I checked all the monitors, and the temperatures.. and everything was right… I had now lost one of the samples.. but I chalked it up to shear machine error.
I ran the second sample….
….
SAMPLE DESTROYED
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Another……. SAMPLE DESTROYED
My hands started to shake, and before I knew it I was crying. I had spent all day – close to 13 hours preparing these samples which were completely destroyed from some unknown machine error. I ran through several alternatives in my mind, but came up with the same conclusion: If I didn’t finish running and collecting this data by tomorrow morning, my advisor would likely remove my funding.
On top of work related-stuff – my boyfriend had been cold-shouldering my calls all throughout the holidays and I suspected deep down that he may be leaving me.
I sobbed and sobbed, and was at my worst.
Before I could put myself back together, a click at the door told me that someone was coming into the lab. At this hour at night….
Julien poked his head into the lab and hesitantly entered, and came over to the computer. I wiped my face, and looked down trying to avoid eye contact. I never cried.
Sara, what the hell are you doing down here at midnight?
Julien was a new post doctorate, who arrived a couple months ago to school. He was the last person I wanted to see, while wiping mascara off my face and looking into the wasted hours of sample preparation.
I responded with sarcasm Oh, you know, just knitting a sweater – and trying to salvage the samples that this machine keeps destroying
He stopped, and I could tell he realized that I had been crying.
Mildly embarrassed and unsure of what to do, I shoved my hands into my sweater and looked down onto the computer.
It’s no big deal Sara. People burn samples all the time, it’s part of the job
No, you don’t understand – I have run samples thousands of times, and for some reason today, the machine just ate them…. My advisor is going to kill me – and cut my funding…
Julien walked in closer and I could smell his aftershave – or something fresh like that. It made me quiver….
Oh shut it Sara, people don’t lose funding over one batch of samples. Come on, let’s go grab a pint and you can forget all about it.
No Julien, I can’t… you don’t understand – my advisor is a monster – he will ruin me..
Seriously Sara, you are way too uptight.
I have been here for three months and have not seen you out at the pub at all. I heard when you got here you were quite the drinker… come on!
I looked up at this guy, who was ten years older. I knew nothing about him – except that his research was world-class – and that he, for some reason, wanted to cheer me up. It was midnight anyway – Fuck it. I needed a pint.
We walked three blocks on campus to the skuzzy little pub for graduate students. It was the home away from home for most of us. Julien was right – I had toned down this past semester – because of school, and stress and life. I needed to have some fun.
I discovered on this walk, that Julien was funny. He kept chatting about the professors at school, and how obscenely they dressed and acted. Describing one as an evil gargoyle, that usually has something stuck in her teeth, and smells like stale hospital gowns. I laughed, and soon forgot about my useless day.
The bar was empty, except for a couple rowdy tables of undergraduates – sucking away their student loans. We grabbed a cubby near the back of the bar – next to a pool table.
Julien stood up and said I got this first round – but you are getting the next!
As he walked over to the bar, I sized him up. Tall, brown curly hair. Nice ass – walked with a bit of a swagger. I looked down at me. Tall, long brown hair, red-rimmed glasses, D-cup and a curvy waist. I sometimes forget how people must see me. My professors used to call me an Amazon woman – and often stared a little too long at my chest and mid-rift. While in reverie – Julien had returned.
Drink up woman, and tell me about your holidays.
Several pitchers later, and close to closing time, Julien and I had become pretty drunk. I was leaning into him a lot and we were laughing ridiculously about everything – we were becoming friends. I liked him. I was sure of it – but with boyfriend away – and too much alcohol in my system I felt it was a good time to call it a night.
As I got up to go to the ladies – he grabbed my arm. His hand was hot, and I could feel his pulse as he held it there. He asked:
Hey before we take off, can you answer me something? I responded Yea sure.. go ahead
Why does everyone call you ‘Princess-perfect Sara’?
I laughed.
Because my bully-advisor thinks I am perfect and does everything right
He retorted with: Well then why were you so worried about those samples? One slip up isn’t a big deal..
With this – he tentatively clasped my leg and said: …I was thinking they called you princess, because you always got what you wanted..
He grasped a little harder – enough so that I couldn’t move without exerting effort.
I flushed, and jerked away I never get what I want, and I have to go to the washroom…
I stumbled a little, and went to the bathroom. I sat and looked at myself in the mirror. What was he thinking? We barely know each other -we work in the same department – and he didn’t even seem to mind that I have a boyfriend.
I shook my head, and threw water over my face. It can’t happen. It can’t. I walked directly to the bar to pick up the tab and when I got there the bartender told me that it had been taken care of. I looked over, and Julien motioned for me to return to the table. When I returned – there were four shots sitting lined up.
I looked and he had a mischieveous smile. He was trying to get me loaded and seduce me. Shit.
Two for the road He said.
I said I thought it was ‘one for the road’?
Nope, they lied – A bird never flew on one wing He laughed and smiled. I decided he might just be beautiful – if he wasn’t trying to take advantage of me. Fuck it – I thought.
I sucked back the shots, and smiled right back.
As we left the bar, he grabbed my arm again and this time put it around his shoulder. We sauntered toward the building – where my bags and samples were waiting. He tickled my underarm and I laughed and sunk down where he got me into a bear-hug. My face was shoved into his chest
God, you’re beautiful he said into my hair. women at work story sex
I breathed out, and said I don’t think this is a good idea…
I really can’t do this. My stomach and thighs were telling me otherwise.
He lifted my face and stared briefly into my eyes, then moved his lips close to my ear and said: We aren’t doing anything…. Not yet at least
With that, he slipped his hand down the back of my pants and squeezed my ass gently. I leaned into him and hugged his tall frame – standing on tippie toes. The tiny hairs on my arms and neck stood up, and I got so wet that I had to squeeze my legs to make sure I wasn’t imagining.
He moved us back behind me to where large clipped bushes were surrounding the main path. Behind was a big patch of grass that he guided me down onto.
I was drunk enough that I didn’t notice that the ground was wet. He lay down on top of me and put one leg between mine which I clasped with my thighs and guided his hands to my belt buckle.
I had never felt so instantaneously horny in my life. I wanted this guy, who I barely knew – to fuck me. To fuck me hard and to fuck me quickly. I didn’t care about my boyfriend or even that we were outside – after hours at school where we both worked. I wanted him inside of me – fucking me hard so that we could both hear it.
I clawed at his pants as he undid mine, and then put his hand into my pussy and felt for the first time how turned on I was. You are so fucking wet… I just want to be inside of you he muttered, with a grin which widened as I locked my hand – finally- around his hard cock.
He was big, but I knew that I didn’t need any foreplay to let this guy fuck my brains out.
With our pants out of the way, he sat up and lifted my leg and entered me slowly at first, until his entire cock was tightly breaching me inch by inch. I squeezed my pussy and he let out a grunt of approval You are so tight.
I moved my hands and fingernails up his shirt onto his back where I grabbed him and pulled him down, and he started pounding me slowly – and then faster, and harder. I licked his hand and pulled up my shirt to expose my perfect D breasts which bounced as he fucked me. He slowed briefly to pinch my soft nipples, and then continued as he began to go deeper and deeper into me. I reached down and started playing with my clit – which was sopping wet. Within moments, we were both whispering and biting into each others ears. I remember that I kept saying fuck me, fuck me, fuck me… over and over again.
I could feel that he was ready to cum and he looked at me for approval- I flicked my clit as hard as I could and with no trouble at all reached a perfect, minute long orgasm. My body twitched and my toes went numb, while he pulled out and came all over my stomach – load after load.
We laid there for a couple minutes, in silence. He rolled over and helped me wipe off the remains of our cum with his shirt. I was still pretty drunk, fearless now – and asked if we could have another round. He smiled and said:
Whatever you want, princess
