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catch in his voice and I looked up. "Am I feeling all right?
What do you mean?"
    "You
look a little...flushed. And your lips are swollen," he said. Then he looked
closer. "Isn't that the same lipstick you had on last night? Your practice
pigment?"
    Dammit.
He remembered. I needed a distraction. Fast.
    “Coffee!
Thank goodness!" I said. "Gimme that!” I grabbed one of the coffees
and took a deep swallow. The sensations of the Styrofoam cup pressing against
my lips made me shudder. I nearly moaned into his coffee.
    "Feeling
better?" said Simon, watching me with amusement.
    I
tried not to wriggle. My belly muscles were fluttering. My panties were soaked.
Just drinking this coffee, pressing my lips against the rim of cup, was enough
to bring me dangerously close to orgasm.
    Through
the haze of sensuous caffeination, I finally realized Simon was waiting for an
answer.
    "Oh!"
I said. "Ummm, yes. Thank you. You should drink some of this coffee too.
It's excellent."
    "Well,
I would," he said, "except I can't."
    "Why
not?"
    "Because
you just drank mine."
    I
blushed, suddenly realizing the cup I had grabbed and drank from had actually
been partially emptied. Whoops.
    "Ummm...sorry,"
I said.
    He
shrugged. "Not a big deal," he said. He peered at me again. "Are
you sure you're okay...?"
    "Yes!"
I said, louder than I had intended. "I'm fine! Quit asking!"
    Simon
took a step back, hands raised defensively. "Of course," he said.
"Sorry. My bad."
    He
set the other cup of coffee on my side table. Then he turned and walked toward
the break room.
    I
sighed, mentally kicking myself. Nice job, Corine.
    I
was going to have to be less abrasive with Simon. Alienating my co-workers
wasn't going to do me any good. And he was trying to help, even if he didn't
know what the problem was.
    I
finished the coffee in one swallow and tossed the empty cup in the trash. Then
I walked to the break room. Simon was there, pouring himself another cup of java.
    “Sorry
about that,” I said. “I’m just a little cranky.”
    “It’s
fine,” he said. “I'm sure you’re stressed.”
    "Yeah,"
I said, squirming. "Stressed."
    I
pressed my knees together, breathing deep.
    "I
know I keep asking," he said, "but are you all right?"
    "Yes,"
I said, nodding, trying not to press against him. “Sorry I drank your coffee.”
    Simon
shrugged. “Not a big deal,” he said. Then he went back to his workstation. And
it took everything I had not to follow him, because suddenly I could smell him.
    I
could smell him.
    It
was a heady, masculine scent, and it filled my lungs. His smell was doing
something crazy to me. My mouth was lubricating like crazy. I wanted to taste
him. I wanted his cock in my mouth, his sperm in my belly. Something was wrong
with me. With my mouth.
    With
my lips.
    I
suddenly turned and stalked my way to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. And
now that I was staring at my reflection, I realized I had another issue. Simon
had pointed it out, but I was so distracted that I had missed the significance
of his observation.
    My
lips were swelling. Really swelling. It wasn’t painful- in fact, it was in the
opposite spectrum of sensation from pain- but my lips were thickening. And
thick, plump lips with a color as striking as this was going to attract far
more attention than was good for me right now.
    That
and the fact that I was so fucking aroused, I wanted to cry.
    Simon
was a brilliant chemist. Part of what made him so good was his ability to focus
on what was in front of him to the exclusion of everything else in the
vicinity. But even Simon couldn’t miss his overheated lab partner running
around with swollen red lips. I needed to get out of here before he started
asking questions. I'd come back tonight after everybody left. Maybe I'd get
lucky and the issue would already be resolved by then. But either way, I needed
to get out of sight.
    I
made my way back out to the lab and found Simon at his workstation. As usual.
    “Hey,
Simon,” I said. “You're