Yep

It takes a couple of calls but you finally locate a place that delivers without requiring a credit card.

The girls hardly seem to notice the hour it takes before the pizza arrives, but they certainly notice when it gets there.

Stacy somehow manages to get pizza sauce on her lab coat, so she strips it off, rinses the stain in the sink, and sits there eating pizza completely naked.

Which is... distracting.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Mara sounds accusatory... or maybe admiring.

"What?"

"I was thinking I should be the one to science-fuck next."

Stacy shakes her head. "Nope. My turn."

"Since you guys need to watch the instruments and things," Charlotte says, "maybe I should take a turn."

"You need to relax for a day or so," Crystal says, "let your pussy heal up from losing your virginity."

"My pussy is fine. Isn't it, Mike."

"Your pussy is excellent," you say truthfully.

"I'm still taking the next turn," Stacy says. "So, if you've finished hogging more than your share of pizza, Mike, let's get to work.

She gets up from the couch where she'd been eating (and you really don't think you had that much more pizza than she did), and walks toward you.

You should be immune to the female form by now. After all, you're surrounded by young sexy women, all wearing lab coats that tease more than they actually cover. But there's something in Stacy's walk that makes you want to howl at the moon. Her hips make this swishing motion with every step she takes, her breasts bob and jiggle, and her shaved pussy glistens with moisture.

Fuck, she's ready, you say to yourself.

You're more than ready yourself... your dick never really recovered from being blue-balled a couple of hours ago, and you can't help wonder whether you're suddenly going to become a two-stroke wonder.

"I think we're ready to go." Stacy's voice is low and husky... and pure sex as she reaches out a hand and tugs you up from your chair. "Lose the shorts and fuck me."

Not the most romantic proposition you've ever heard but you're not going to complain.

You strip off your shorts and your dick sticks straight up.

"Yep, he's definitely ready," she says.

"Okay." Mara sits down at one of the laptops. "Just start with the equations. I don't think he'd last if you make him go through the whole foreplay."

"Hey!"

"I'll make sure he lasts," Crystal offers. "I'll grab those balls and squeeze them when he looks like he's about to lose it."

"Is good idea," Anna says. "Do not squeeze excess. We need him operate."

You hope she means operational, not that she's planning on operating on your balls.

Stacy throws herself on the bed, pulls her knees up to her ears, and whispers, "fuck me, Mike."