Laboratory Love

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Author: Chrystal Wynd
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counter-act my
lipstick tomorrow. Still, the possibilities were there. I just needed to create
a remover for the lipstick.
    And
strangely enough, I was still slightly aroused. Nerves, no doubt, but still
odd.
    Well,
too bad for my hormones. I was going straight to sleep and getting up early.
That way I could get to the lab before Simon or anyone else and take care of my
embarrassing problem.
    Unfortunately,
I overslept.
     
    *****
     
    I
leaped up with a curse. Despite going to bed early, I'd slept through my alarm.
In fact, I still felt groggy and could have gladly gone back to sleep for
another three or four hours. But I had miles to go before I slept again.
    I
was really late. No shower for me today. I paused briefly as I passed the
mirror to check my lips. Still bright red, unfortunately. There was no help for
it. I couldn't get it off and I couldn't even tone it down with a less-intense
shade. I was going to have to wear it at work and simply hope nobody noticed.
    It
couldn't be that difficult. Simon had certainly never noticed me before
now. Why would he start now?
    I
dashed into my closet and scrambled into a quick ensemble. I certainly wasn't
winning any fashion awards today, but it would do for the lab. I stepped into a
pair of sensible lab shoes and made my way to the kitchen. I grabbed my travel
mug, already pre-filled with pre-brewed coffee, and headed out the front door.
    It
wasn't until I was nearly to my car that I noticed the problem with my lips.
And it was a big problem. A problem that made me pause before getting into my
car, despite my already running late.
    My
lips were sensually sensitive. Very sensitive. Erogenous-zone sensitive.
    I
ran my tongue along my upper lip and shuddered, accidentally dropping my coffee
and spilling it onto the parking lot. A moan escaped my lips. My nipples
hardened against my bra and my sex lubricated instantly.
    This
was crazy! What the hell was happening?!
    I
fanned my cheeks with my hands. I had to pull myself together. I was in a
public parking lot and I was tempted to satisfy myself on the spot.
    Slowly,
carefully, I got my breathing under control. My heart rate dropped to a more
normal cadence. I unlocked my car and slid behind the wheel.
    I
exhaled, hands gripping the steering wheel. Then I ran a finger over my lips,
shuddering as a wave of heat swept over me. The intensity was crazy. What the
hell was in my lipstick to cause this kind of reaction?
    I
had no answers yet. But it was time to get to work. Ignoring my wet, overheated
sex, I put my car in gear and left for the lab.
    And
tried not to orgasm.
     
    *****
     
    Somehow I made it to work without
crashing.
    At
least today was Friday. If I could just make it to the end of the day without
Simon or anyone else asking questions about my illicit experimentation, I’d
have all weekend to get rid of the evidence and get this stuff off my lips. In
fact, it would probably wear off on its own by then. So I just needed to get
through the next couple hours without having a screaming orgasm in the lab and
I was home free.
    I
entered the lab and walked straight toward my workstation. Simon was already at
his workplace.
    "Good
morning," I said, mumbling as I passed him.
    "Good
morning," he said, not looking up from his work.
    So
far, so good.
    I
made it to my workstation. My panties were soaked. It was time to get this lipstick
off.
    I
threw open my spiral notebook. There had to be a clue in there somewhere. What
the hell did I add besides chrystalmic that could be causing these sensations?
I was-
    "Corine?"
    I
jumped. Simon was standing right in front of me, holding two cups of coffee. I
hadn't even noticed his approach.
    "Yes?"
I said, focusing on my notebook, acting casual. Meeting Simon's gaze while in
this aroused state was likely a bad idea, so I made a show of looking over my
notes as I waited for him to speak.
    "You
look like you could use some coffee," he said. "We need to- whoa. Are
you feeling all right?"
    I
heard the

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