Elle Jamison

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 risque 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.

They traveled up to his floor, the twelfth, by elevator. There was a rich-looking elderly couple with them, but that didn't stop Brock. The whole ride up he playfully rubbed Gwen's back, his hand sliding up and down. She smiled at him, hoping the other couple wouldn't notice. When they got to their floor the old gentlemen scanned Gwen's body up and down and gave a knowing wink to Brock.

They entered Brock's room and Gwen was amazed. It was beautiful, from the wall fixtures to the furniture to the plush carpeting to the view of the city from the expansive windows. It was really swanky, nothing she could ever afford in her wildest dreams. It was simply breathtaking, and Gwen found herself with her mouth hanging open, taking it all in.

"Can I get you anything?" asked Brock, as he turned on the lights.

"Wow! Nice place," said Gwen, still staring at every tiny detail. "Pretty cool, huh?” Brock said as he came up behind her. He turned her around to face him, and stared intently into her eyes. His face drew closer to hers until it was just inches away. “I’m going to kiss you,” he stated softly, as his lips found Gwen’s. Gwen let out a sigh as she hungrily returned his kiss. She threw her arms around his neck as his circled her back and pulled her closer. Gwen thought she must be dreaming, as this was her favorite fantasy. But this was real! She was actually kissing Dr. Brock Brinkman, and in his hotel room. Gwen thought she might faint.

As if he sensed her lightheadedness, Brock pulled away. He smiled at Gwen. “I'm going to jump in the shower. Do you mind?" asked Brock, nonchalantly.

“No, that’s fine,” she replied. Gwen was caught off-guard by Brock, who wanted to take a shower while she waited. Normally, she would consider that rude, but since it was him, it seemed to be okay.

Actually, better than okay, since she now thought of him wet and naked. She blushed at the thought.

"Go ahead. I'll join you in just a minute," replied Gwen, only half kidding.

She heard the shower turn on as the butterflies started to flutter in her stomach. Gwen started debating with herself if she should barge into the bathroom, strip off her clothes, and join Brock in the shower. In the end she chickened out, her nerves getting the best of her. Instead, she waited patiently for Brock to finish.

After a couple of minutes he emerged from the bathroom, wearing a hotel bathrobe. It was a plush, navy blue robe that hung just above his knees. Gwen wondered if he was wearing anything underneath it, as he walked over to her.

“Nice and clean,” commented Brock, flashing that delicious smile of his once again.

Gwen stood just inches from him and could smell the softly perfumed soap he used in the shower. His body smelled fresh and clean, making it almost intoxicating. By this time Gwen was starting to think that Brock’s scent was getting her drunker than the wine she had earlier at dinner.

“Ever kiss a man in a bathrobe before?” asked Brock boldly, hovering over Gwen by a good eight inches.

“No. I can’t say I have,” she smiled back at him innocently, butterflies working overtime in her stomach.

Brock scooped up Gwen, cradling her in his arms. He gave her a deep, longing kiss before dropping her young body on the bed. Gwen gave a few bounces before spreading herself out on Brock's bed. She lay there, spread-eagle and waiting for her older lover. Brock stood there looking at her for a moment, noticing how beautiful she appeared.

"Wow! You look good enough to eat," Brock said in his silky voice with a huge, devilish grin.

"Thank you," she replied, smiling back at Brock. She could not believe her fantasies were about to come true. She’d dreamed of having Brock for a lover, and now it was actually happening.

Brock grabbed Gwen’s pants by the waistband and gave them a sudden yank. She helped by lifting herself off the bed, as she wiggled free. Gwen then pulled her shirt over her head, lying on the bed in just her bra and panties. She was very turned on by his sudden aggressiveness.

“Wow! You are beautiful!” exclaimed Brock, looking down at his young lover.

Brock practically dove headfirst between Gwen's legs, kissing her softly all around her inner thighs. He could smell her inviting scent from between her creamy thighs. It was intoxicating, and Brock wanted more of it, so he moved up closer. He then slowly pulled down her lacy panties.

"Stop that. You're making me…"

Brock cut her off by plunging face first into her waiting pussy. He opened his mouth and used his expert tongue to trace the outside of her plump vaginal lips, licking her softly and fully. Brock nuzzled into her reddish mound, taking in her aroma. How he loved the smell of a woman, with no perfume or anything else to mask her pure scent.

Gwen purred with delight, as Brock began licking her in earnest, parting her full lips with his strong, adept tongue. She gave a sigh of pleasure, as she felt his tongue wash the inside of her pink folds. It was as if she could feel every tiny bump on his tongue, like it was made just for her pleasure. She unclasped the front of her bra, grasping both her swollen breasts with her hands, as she moaned out in ecstasy.

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes, right there!" Gwen exclaimed, feeling his tongue buried inside her.

Brock licked and sucked at her delicious entry like he was eating his last supper. He went at her with such feverish splendor, as he grabbed on to her thighs with his strong hands. His face disappeared between her creamy legs, as he pushed forward, getting a better angle in which to devour her.

"Oh yes! Yes! That's it, baby! Yes!" screamed out Gwen, feeling the sensation run up and down her entire body.

She had never been pleasured like this in her young life. At just twenty-one years old, Gwen had just one boyfriend in the past, and sex only a couple of times. That inexperienced, clumsy sex was certainly nothing like this. Brock was an experienced cunnilinguist, and he used all his tricks to impress his young lover. Next up for him was his skilled fingers.

While still licking her pussy, Brock took two fingers from one hand and inserted them inside Gwen's damp entrance. Once in, she let out a delighted gasp, clearly loving the feeling of being penetrated.

Brock, however, was just getting started. He took his digits and hooked them up inside her, reaching and feeling around until he found what he was looking for.

"Oh damn! What is that you’re doing? I feel like I'm going to explode. Oh yes!" Gwen breathed, feeling the use of her limbs quickly diminishing.

Brock had found the Holy Grail of lovemaking. He had hit her G-spot and continued to rub it, making small circular motions over her rough patch. Gwen thrashed wildly around the bed, as her body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure. She had never felt anything as good as this, and she didn’t want it to ever end. Brock kept licking and rubbing, feeling the sweet cream pour out of Gwen's love spout. His face was sticky and his belly was getting full, and he was having a great time. It had been a long while since he had such a young, passionate lover, and Brock wanted to make the most of it.

Gwen reached down and grabbed Brock by his shaggy hair. She pulled on him with great strength, even causing some pain. Brock could feel her body clench up, as she let out something that sounded like a primal scream. She was most definitely hitting her stride with her most powerful orgasm so far.

“Yes! Yes! YES!!" Gwen screamed, as she tried to catch her breath.

Brock slowly stopped rubbing the inside of her pussy, slipping his fingers out slowly. The gush of her cream followed his fingers, as they were well coated and glistening. He also stopped licking her clit, pulling back so he could see his work. Her pussy was soaked and her vaginal lips remained parted and swollen.

Gwen remained on the bed, panting, as she slowly came down from her high. Brock got up and out of bed, watching his young lover breathe heavily. He was happy to see her so content, although he had an idea that she wasn't through yet. He leaned over her and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Okay?" Brock asked, smiling down on her.

"Oh yeah, better than that," panted Gwen, looking up at her older lover. She had never had such an intense orgasm. Her body was still shaking as her eyes drank in his toned naked body. She noticed that his attention to her had gotten him very aroused, as his hard cock bounced against his leg when he moved. She smiled naughtily. Even though she had just come, she wanted more.

"Good. Now get out!" Brock said sternly, pointing at the door.

Gwen's face dropped momentarily. She was shocked until she saw the corners of Brock's mouth curling upward. She gave him a playful slap on the arm, and he returned by tickling her ribs. Gwen screamed out in laughter, halfheartedly trying to fight off the bigger, stronger Brock. He finally stopped, taking pity on his weaker victim, but she was enjoying the feeling of his strong, muscled body on hers.

Eventually he let her up with a kiss when she wanted to go freshen up in the bathroom.

As she ran off, Brock jumped into his bed and waited for her return. Within a minute she was back, smiling at the beautiful naked man on the bed. She was having fun, but she was sure not done yet.

She knelt down on the bed, right between his legs, grabbing hold of his stiff cock. Gwen began stroking it slowly, watching it grow in size.

"Wow! Very nice," she commented, playing with his gorgeous erection. She ran her hands over it, thrilled with the velvety soft texture over seemingly hard iron.

"I hear it tastes good too," added Brock, encouraging her to do what she wanted with him.

Gwen giggled like a horny little schoolgirl. She then went down on Brock, taking the first few inches of him into her mouth. She could taste the salty goodness of what was slowly dripping out of him. He had gotten amazingly aroused while servicing Gwen to the point that his manhood began dripping. Gwen loved the way he tasted, so she gulped down a few more inches for good measure.

"Wow! You are good, baby," Brock complimented her, while watching Gwen go to work on his throbbing cock. Gwen had never been too confident in her love-making skills, but somehow she instinctively knew what to do with Brock.

She bobbed her head up and down along his sweet pole, trying to stuff the whole thing in her mouth. Brock had grown to a solid eight inches, and sucking the whole thing for Gwen was becoming a challenge.

Being young and fearless had its advantages, as she managed to deep throat her lover. He could feel his bulbous helmet hit the back of her throat, which occasionally gagged her. Gwen, however, was hornier than cautious, as she continued to pleasure her older lover.

"Damn! You're going to make me come soon," warned Brock, feeling her hot mouth engulf his cock.

Gwen slowly extracted his erection out of her mouth. She did not want him to blow his load, at least not yet. She was having too much fun at the moment and didn’t want it to end just yet. Besides, she had other plans for him and his beautiful cock. With him out of her mouth, Gwen pulled herself up in bed.

"Man! You almost finished me off," admitted Brock admiringly, watching Gwen climb on top of him.

"Not yet. I want to feel you inside me," she said, grabbing his erection tightly.

She placed it inside her burning hole, as she then placed her hands on Brock's chest. She used him for leverage, as she slowly rocked back and forth on his cock. He felt so good inside her, just what she needed to put out that fire that raged through her core. Brock looked up at her face and saw a young woman enjoying herself.

It was one of the most gratifying things he had seen in a long time.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself, baby," said Brock, lazily smiling up at Gwen.

"Yes! You feel so damn good," she replied, as she began bouncing up and down on his strong stick.

Brock reached up and started playing with her perky tits. Gwen's nipples had become erect, quite long and rigid. He pinched and pulled at them, sending tiny shock waves throughout her body. Gwen loved having her tits played with and they were so sensitive at the moment.

It was something she often did while pleasuring herself at home.

"Oh damn! You're going to make me come again," Gwen said, feeling his hands on her chest and his cock up inside her aching pussy.

Even though he was below her Brock rocked his hips up and down the best he could, driving his meat up into her with as much force as he could muster. Gwen appeared to be riding a bucking bronco, having the best ride of her life. She continued to press down on Brock's chest, clutching him so she wouldn't fall off. It was a little painful to have his chest hairs grabbed, but he hardly noticed, since he was too busy having fun fucking his lovely new library friend.

"You are so tight, baby," commented Brock, feeling the friction inside the tight, young hole.

"Oh damn!" cried out Gwen. She leaned down to kiss him as her cream began flowing again, coating his cock well.

"Shit! I'm going to come soon, baby!" warned Brock, grabbing her tits.

Upon hearing that Gwen stopped immediately, climbing off Brock. Oh, how she wanted to feel him inside her, but again, she did not want it to end yet. She got off him and the bed, catching her breath. Brock lay there gasping as well, looking up at Gwen, waiting for her next move. She may have been young and pretty inexperienced, but she was clearly now in control.

"I want you behind me. Is that okay?" asked Gwen hesitantly, looking for permission from him.

"Okay? I say it's better than that," smiled Brock, sitting up and getting off the bed. He positioned her so that they were facing the mirror on the dresser.

Gwen knelt on the edge of the bed, her feet dangling off the side. She spread her legs and waited for Brock to take his position behind her. Her palms were flat down on the bed, her back slightly arched as Gwen patiently waited for her lover to take her the way she wanted to be taken. Brock took one look at her beautiful round, tight ass, with her delicious pink hole exposed, and moved into position.

"Ready?" asked Brock, grabbing his stiff pole.

"Please. Give it to me, give it to me hard" begged Gwen, getting wet at the thought of being fucked from behind by Brock. She watched him taking her in the mirror, and the visual of their coupling combined with the physical sensations were driving her wild.

Brock's guided missile found its target. He plunged his tool deep inside her shed, prompting Gwen to let out a loud gasp. It felt so damn good to have an experienced man take her this way. He grabbed her slender hips while he began pumping her full of his meat. She felt her pussy clench around him as her tits swayed back and forth. Her nipples rubbing on the sheets sent hot tingles throughout her body.

Goose bumps rose on her skin as Brock plowed her aching pussy. Their eyes met in the mirror as sounds of pleasure filled the room.

"Oh damn, you feel good, baby," declared Brock, fucking Gwen's sweet hole in a steady pace.

She began rocking back and forth herself, in perfect harmony with Brock. They were both panting and moaning with pleasure, as Brock could feel his balls start to tighten up. He had made her come several times already, but he had not had any release yet. He knew his time behind his young lover was going to be short.

"Oh damn. I'm going to come soon," admitted Brock, feeling the heat rise through his loins.

He began driving his cock into Gwen harder and faster. He could feel that the end was near, so he wanted to deliver as much to her as possible. Gwen began screeching with delight, feeling his power behind and inside her. Brock finally clenched up, grabbed hold of her body tightly, as his powerful orgasm took over.

"Oh damn! I'm coming!" he shouted, as he grabbed his cock, aiming it at her back.

He shot load after load of his thick semen, covering Gwen's back like a blanket of hot lava. She could feel the warm splash of love all over her, as it began dripping down the sides of her rib cage, tickling her a little. Brock kept this up for what seemed like hours, as he had so much love to share with his young lover. When he was finished the two of them collapsed on the bed together in a warm embrace.

"Whew!" exclaimed Brock, catching his breath.

"That was amazing," said Gwen, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

They lay there on the bed together, both quiet with the exception of their heavy breathing. For Gwen, it was a dream come true to be with Brock, the man of her fantasies. For Brock, it stroked his ego have sex with such a young, beautiful fan, but the events of the day had made it turn out to be something much more, something quite special for the two of them.

After a few minutes of resting the two of them got up, cleaned themselves off, and got dressed. They shared a deep, long kiss before heading to Brock’s car. Brock drove Gwen home, but before he let her go, he pulled something out of the trunk of his car. Gwen laughed when she realized he had gotten a copy of his new book out. He quickly produced a pen and scribbled something in the inside cover.

"For you, my number one fan," he said, smiling and winking devilishly.

"Too funny. Thanks, I will cherish this forever," giggled Gwen.

They kissed good night and Gwen went into her apartment. Brock drove off back to the hotel, as Gwen settled in for the night. Before she went to sleep she took a look at her new book. She opened the cover and read what Brock had written to her. She immediately got wet again, as she slowly started to stroke her pussy.

Inside Brock had given her his autograph, but that was not all.

He had also written down his e-mail address and cell number, telling her to contact him whenever she liked. He had also promised to spend time with her next time he was in town. Gwen set the book down on her night table and finished herself off with her busy little fingers, as she thought about their sexcapades.

She rubbed her swollen clit quickly, since she knew this would be fast. Even though she had just had the greatest sex in her life this evening, she was still incredibly horny. Gwen played the night’s events over and over in her head, as if it were her new favorite movie.

She rubbed up and down, then switched to circular motions. Either way was fine, since she was about to explode in…"Yes, Oh yes! YES!"

Gwen had a beautiful, powerful orgasm, unlike those she had given herself before. Brock had shown her what true pleasure was, how strong her orgasm could be, and she wasn’t going back. She was different now. Gwen now knew she was a strong, sexy desirable woman, confident in herself and her sexuality. She loved her time with Brock, and couldn’t wait to see him again. He had given her one powerful lesson in Chemistry. And the lessons had just begun.

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Elle Jamison
Chemistry