Chem Lab, week two

Writing seminar, lunch, and psych whizz by without much of note happening. Before you know it, you’re back in the chem lab, ready for part two of the Grignard Reaction lab.

“What’s up, my guy,” Chris says, clapping you on the shoulder.

Your lab partner’s dressed like he was last week, wearing a fitted shirt that shows off his chest and arms.

“Doin’ swell,” you respond, matching his suave smile with one of your own. “You know those biceps are going to be covered up once you get a lab coat on, right?”

“Sure,” he laughs, “but you know Sam and Jess are getting an eyeful before I do that.”

He looks over his shoulder to where the two busty blondes are standing, and sure enough, they’re looking your way—or maybe Chris’ way. He gives them a wink and turns back to you, a self-satisfied smile crossing his face.

“Is everything you do in search of game?” you ask, gently ribbing him.

“Oh, more than you know,” he chuckles with a shake of his head. “I got a taste of that Freshman Fifteen and I decided to go for a Hundred Fifteen instead.”

“No shit,” you say, impressed at the balls on this guy. “One-hundred and fifteen girls? How long do you think it’ll take you to get that?”

“Well, averaging a girl a day, I’ll be done some time around the end of the semester,” he shrugs nonchalantly. “But it does mean that I’ll want to close on these two ladies at some point, you hear what I’m saying?”

“You want them both for yourself?” you ask, taken aback. “I don’t throw around the term ‘greedy’ lightly, but…”

“Nah man, not for myself,” he laughs. “I was angling for two for the both of us… you know, a good ol’ foursome, just the way God intended it.”

“Shit, I can get on board with that,” you say, slowly nodding your head. Your ambitions weren’t half so large—you thought it would be a good deal if you could get one of them out of this lab, but working with Chris… “You got any advice for making that happen?”

“Rule one, be damn attractive enough that they can’t turn you down,” Chris says, holding up a finger. “You and I, I’d say we both pass that bar.”

“So it’s simple as that?” you ask.

“Rule two,” he continues, holding up another finger. “You can’t be too clingy. ‘Specially if you’re just hooking up, y’know what I mean? Girls can smell the neediness on you. You gotta show that you don’t need them. It’s different, if you’re really trying to get to know a girl, ‘course. But I reckon, with these two...”

He glances back over his shoulder at them again, where they’re giggling at their phones. But they somehow seem to know exactly when you’re looking over, because they both look up immediately, catching your eyes, and they trade each other a knowing look.

“See what I mean?” Chris says. “These two know how the game of casual sex is played, they’re pros. And they’re fucking hot. So we’ve got to try, but we can’t try too hard.”

“Fucking hot… Can’t try too hard,” you say, imitating his deep voice, pretending to take notes of his advice in the lab notebook.

“Fuck off,” Chris laughs, taking the joke in stride. “So. Finishing off the triphenylmethanol lab today. We can split up like last time, where one of us works with each of the girls. Or we can finish this thing off ourselves, give them some space for now.”

“Well, I think the choice is obvious,” you say. “I want to—”

Chris +5