The First Chem Lab

The room is cool, actually a bit chilly, and you’re glad that you get to put on a lab coat, even if the glasses make you look a bit dorky. Oh well, at least everyone in a chemistry lab’s got to be a little nerdy, right? You see a lab partner chart posted at the front of the room, and join the huddle of students, trying to make out your name.

Your hopes of being paired with a cute girl are dashed when you see the name next to yours: “Alexander Knight & Christopher Liberty” Damn. Things have been going pretty well with the ladies so far; would it have been so much for the higher powers controlling your fate to pair you with a hot gal too?

You walk up to the lab bench, and pull out your notebook, when you feel a hand clap your shoulder.

“Looks like we’re stuck together for the next few months, huh,” a low voice says, and you turn to see a lanky black guy wearing a polo and a charming smile. He’s got that lady’s man air about him, and you can smell a hint of cologne that even makes you have second thoughts about your sexuality… shit, cologne actually works? You make a mental note to look into investing in some.

“Yeah. I mean, I was hoping for a cute lab partner who I could hit on,” you say. “And don’t get me wrong, Chris, you’re cute… but I sadly don’t swing that way.”

“A pity, because I could have said the same about you,” Chris laughs, a booming thing that gets the attention of two pasty-looking guys to your right. On your left, however, are two absolute bombshells—the long lab coats don’t even do a thing to hide their curves.

Jess and Sam

“Why couldn’t we have been paired with them instead?” Chris laments.

“Luck of the draw, dude, luck of the draw,” you reply.

The TA, a short guy who looks like he hasn’t seen the sun in months, waves the lab section over to his corner of the room, where he’s got several blackboards with equations and diagrams laid out.

“So erm… you’re all in this class… erm… because you’ve done well in at least some chem class in high school,” the TA mumbles. “So I’ll keep the safety stuff quick, because you’ve all… erm… heard it before, mostly, I think.”

The next ten minutes are fairly boring and standard as the TA walks through basic safety procedures for the remainder of the semester, and you share several looks with Chris, the two of you wishing that this whole thing would be over already. The two bombshells are standing off to the side, texting on their phones obliviously.

“So… heh, I guess now we get to the cool part,” the TA, whose name, you’ve discovered, is Jake, says. “The lab’s going to be… erm… using the Grignard reaction to synthesise Triphenylmethanol. As you all know, Grignard reagents are often strong Lewis bases, meaning that, erm… that they react strongly with Lewis acids, like the water vapour in the air. That’s important because you’ll… you’ll be graded on yield.”

“Yo, fuck that,” Chris mumbles, and you murmur your discontent too. There’s a ton of factors beyond your control when it comes to yield, and besides, it just means that everyone’s going to be falsifying their data now. Oh well.

The TA mumbles on for a couple more minutes, but you and Chris decide to head back to your lab bench first, to get a head start and maybe dip out of the lab section early. These things are three hours long!

“A’ight, what’s first?” Chris asks, picking up some glassware.

“We need to form the Grignard reagent,” you say. “Thoughts on how we form phenyl magnesium bromide?”

“We’ll need bromobenzene in ether,” Chris says, scratching his chin, “and then an ether solution of methyl benzoate, followed by…”

“Well, we’ll need magesium,” you say, weighing out a small quantity of the turnings. “And then, reflux the solution on a hot plate?”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Chris says, sketching out the reaction in his notebook. “Yep, yep, this is easy shit. Give me a challenge!”

“I mean, we do still have to form the product,” you say, “but yeah, this seems pretty straightforward. Let’s not fuck this one up.”

The two of you work efficiently, measuring out quantities and mixing to the appropriate concentration, making sure that, with each solution you mix in a vial, you stopper it immediately—you don’t want to risk contamination from the water vapor in the air!

“Think we need iodine?” you ask, right as you finish stoppering the last vial.

“It’ll help initiate the reaction,” Chris shrugs. “And, we do want to get out of here quick, yeah?”

“Pity you aren’t cuter,” you laugh. “Then, maybe, we’d have an incentive to stick around.”

Chris nods over to the two girls on the left. “Hey, we’ve still got game.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, not quite following his drift.

“Let’s get this thing refluxing, and then I’ll initiate the plan,” Chris says cryptically.

You set up the stir plate while Chris makes sure the glassware is properly positioned, and in a couple seconds, the thing is churning away at 90 degrees Celsius. From your experience in chem labs, this step might take a while - at least ten minutes, if not thirty.

“So, what are we doing?” you ask, but Chris winks at you, and confidently strides over to the girls. You hastily follow him over, running a hand through your hair as the girls turn to face the two of you.

Both of them are busty blondes. The one on the left has got a real nice tan going on, and a bubble butt that could send a man dreaming for days. Under her lab coat, she’s wearing a black dress with small polka dots that gives you substantial cleavage to feast your eyes on, but speaking of cleavage… the girl on the right’s got tits that stand real firm, even though you can tell from her sheer dress that she hasn’t got a bra on. Her deliciously pale skin and light blue eyes look oh-so-inviting, and you’re momentarily lost for words. Luckily, Chris has a bit more composure.

“You know, you might want to stopper that vial,” Chris says, pointing to an open vial of bromobenzene mixed with diethyl ether.

“What do you mean?” the girl on the left asks.

“I think they’re trying to hit on us, Jess,” the girl on the right says.

“Oooh, interesting idea Sam,” the girl on the left replies.

“We’re just trying to save your grade,” you say, spreading your arms. “You are graded on your yield, and that number is going to plummet the longer you leave the vial open.”

“But you know, the two of you don’t look half shabby either,” Chris says with a lazy smile that was made to win hearts.

“Oh shit, where’s the stopper?” Jess asks, and Sam fumbles around for one. You pluck one from your pocket and hand it over to Jess, who graciously accepts it and plugs the vial, much like you would want to plug her pussy… wait, now’s not the time to get distracted.

“So, Alex and I were thinking that the two of you look like you could use a little help,” Chris says, “and maybe we could each lend one of you gals a hand? Split up and halve the total work?”

“Uh… I guess I’m game,” Sam says, sharing a look at Jess, who purses her lips, but eventually nods.

“So, who’s going with who?” Jess asks.

Chris gives you a look, and you realise he’s giving you first dibs… but with two juicy choices, who are you going to pick?

Chris +20
Jess +5
Sam +5
Jake +1