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Lust's Labor Lost
by Vividly Uninhibited
[mf, exhib, nosex, embellished truth]


In the second half of my Junior year, I had to take my last requisite Science 
course. On the day the term began, the Professor told us that he would be 
dividing us into groups for two kinds of projects: First, he would divide us 
into groups of four for in-class work, and this work would accout for one 
quarter of the final grade. Second, he would divide us into groups of two for 
a research project that would account for half of the final grade. After 
assigning us to our groups, we would have private meetings to determine the 
research assignment. Though the group I belonged to consisted of another guy 
(Ed) and two gals (Marissa and Irene), most were not. But it worked out well 
and that's the part that mattered. 

As we rounded the halfway point of the term, Ed had us over to his place for a 
cookout. Sometime during this cookout, everyone started playing tag or 
something similar. It was while Marissa was being chased by Irene and not 
looking where she was going, that Ed collided with her near the edge of the 
in-ground pool. Marissa lost her footing and fell into the pool, and though 
she took it in stride and laughed about it when she came out, when she climbed 
out it was visibly obvious that she wore nothing under her t-shirt. Once she 
realized this, her face turned beet red, and ran into the house with Irene 
hurrying after her. When they returned, Marissa and Ed apologized to each 
other and the incident was mostly forgotten (except for the wistful thoughts 
triggered by the event. Ed would go on to date Marissa off and on and take her 
to the formal dance the following year. After the dance, they and three other 
couples left for a weekend at the shore. It was a wild one from what I heard, 
as was made evident in a videotape that made the rounds afterward. But that's 
another story entirely. 

For the research assignment, I was paired with Edna. She came from the only 
all-girl classwork group and because she was very studious and brilliant, high 
marks were assured. Edna had a cute face with curly light brown hair that went 
to her shoulders, but she always dressed in baggy or loose-fitting clothes 
which did little for her; made her dumpy-looking even. When we met with the 
professor about our assignment, he gave each of us a list to review 
separately. The task was to pick three topics in order to discuss their merits 
between the two of us, and then pick two (I had to pick one of Edna's and she 
one of mine). The combination of the two would become the subject of our 
research assignment. We agreed to do this selection after classes that 
afternoon: I would meet her by the flagpole, and then walk home with her as 
she lived nearby. In fact, once we got started in earnest, Edna and I would 
meet at her house three times a week to work on the project because my home 
was out of the question: Not only did I live much further away, but unlike 
her, who was assured an empty house until 6 p.m., I had no quiet area in which 
we could work. The subject of which ended up being about the role mutations 
play in the evolution... Go figure! 

As we worked on the project, she would often sit next to me at the kitchen 
table, or in her bedroom. Here, one of us would sit on her her bed whilst the 
other sat on the floor (more often, than not, she had me sit on the bed). On 
one of these occasions, she thought something I said was so brilliant, that 
she leapt up from the floor and gave me a peck on the cheek before looking at 
my notes. After reviewing them, she told me I was so smart and that she had to 
just kiss me again. On that note, she pushed me onto my back, and planted a 
kiss on my lips. On a later occasion, she had an epiphany about the project, 
that I returned those two kisses. That response became a game that we played 
to a greater or lesser extent for the duration of the project. 

One day, while we were waiting to meet with the professor, we sat opposite 
each other at a Lab table. He did this with all the groups in order to go over 
any issues or questions regarding the report. As we waited, Edna leaned over 
the table to look at the notes I had scribbled on a pad, and to ask me a 
question. She was wearing this baggy dress that had a low, square-cut front 
and short puffy sleeves. The way she did this made it impossible to not peek 
inside her dress and what it concealed. From our game I had been able to make 
some guesses and let my imagination go the rest of the way. But none of that 
prepared me for what I saw, and which she made no effort to conceal. I 
certainly wasn't prepared to see her bare chest, crowned by a pair of 
lusciously small breasts capped by pink conical nipples. The way Edna did this 
left me with the distinct impression that she wanted me to see, because she 
went so far as to adjust the dress in order to reveal more; In fact, she began 
to lift the rest of herself above the edge of the table. But that's when the 
group before us emerged from the Professor's office, so she quickly slid back 
onto the high stool she was sitting on. 

After the meeting, we went back to her house to finish organizing our notes. 
But once we got to her bedroom, she said she needed to change. With that, she 
turned her back to me and just slid the baggy dress off her, letting it hit 
the carpeted floor. While she rummaged through a drawer in nothing but a very 
skimpy pair of black panties, I got a chance to see that she had an extremely 
sexy figure; slim and toned. Then she pulled on an extra long tank top that 
ended just below her cute behind, and reached underneath to pull off her 
panties. With that, she grabbed her notes and seated herself right next to me 
on the bed, her eyes locked on my bulge. The brush of her thigh against mine 
was electric, and I had an urge to play our little game. As I pushed her onto 
her back, and my lips softly and gently touched hers, she took my hand and 
placed it on her bare, creamy thigh and exhaled slowly. I took hers and placed 
it near my straining cock. The kiss became long deep... her tongue probed my 
mouth as her fingertips caressed the lump lurking beneath my trousers. My own 
hand began to travel towards her cleft, but as it rounded the top of her 
thigh, she brushed it away, broke the kiss and pushed me off her, reminding me 
we had work to do. So we dispatched that quickly. By then it was almost six, 
and she ushered me out of the house. Before I left, we agreed to write the 
final version of the report that weekend. Edna said she would type if I 
dictated. She not only had a typewriter (this was before the computer age!), 
but also was a fast typist. Additionally, she hinted that if time allowed, we 
could also have a little celebration when we were done. With a wink and a 
smile, she shut the front door and I raced home, where I locked myself in the 
bathroom for a while... 

Saturday finally came, and when I got to Edna's, I was greeted by her mom and 
sister. Both were so unlike Edna in that they were busty and very curvy; 
almost unnaturally so. Her mom said that Edna had overslept and had just 
gotten in the shower. I sat in the kitchen until she called down to say she 
was nearly ready, and to meet her in her room. As I waited there, getting 
notes together, her mom brought in a tray loaded with snacks "for later", as 
she and the rest of the family had to go visit Edna's grandfather. With a "Bye 
kids, and good luck with your paper", they all left minutes later. That's when 
Edna came into her bedroom wearing a pink terrycloth bathrobe. She apologized 
for running late, asked if I was ready, and grabbed something from the tray. 
With a peck on the cheek in thanks for putting up with her tardiness, she sat 
down in front of the typewriter and inserted a page. Working over the next two 
hours, we polished off most of the report before taking a quick break. As she 
stood up and stretched, her robe pulled open a little, but she did nothing 
about it. Instead, we shared some nibbles from the tray and got back to work. 
An hour later, the finished report was bound and we were done. We cheered and 
hugged, and then she kissed me again before bringing me up short. 

"With all that we learned in doing this research paper, do you think you could 
tell me if something is a mutation or not?" 

I gave her a perplexed look as she let go of me and slipped the robe off her 
shoulders, allowing it to bunch up at the sash. As the robe fell away, her 
beautiful, breasts were revealed to me once more. Beautiful though that sneak 
peek at the lab table may have been, this time the view was downright 
stunning. Edna cupped her 32A's in her hands and explained: Every other girl 
(even the ones in her family), she told me, was significantly more endowed 
than she was. Guys went crazy for them, and then some, whereas nobody paid any 
attention to her. Because of that, she wanted my opinion as to whether hers 
were a mutation of the sort that would doom her to the evolutionary scrap 
heap; something she would do anything to avoid. Once I found my voice, I told 
her that girls can too have small breasts. What's more, there are places in 
the world where larger breasts were the exception. 

"But what do you think?" 

"I think they are absolutely perfect; I think YOU are more than beautiful the 
way you are. Guys who are attracted to large breasts don't always look further 
than that, and that's before all the disadvantages their owners have. The 
small ones, on the other hand, are absolutely delectable. And," I addded 
truthfully, "yours are the most beautiful ones I have ever laid eyes on." 

She stood there for a moment as if debating with herself, and then asked me if 
I really meant what I had just said. I assured her this was so. WIthout 
further hesitation, Edna undid the sash of her robe, which fell to the ground, 
then drew me into her embrace and pressed me tightly against her naked form, 
kissing me deep and hard. Her hands sliding up my back as I kissed her back, 
our tongues dancing playfully. After a long time, she broke the kiss and 
searchingly looked deep into my eyes... 

"Have you ever...?" She let the question hang... 

"what?" She took my hand and placed it on her moist cleft... 

"You know..." She applied pressure on my middle finger, pressing it against 
her slit... 

"...it..." She pressed my finger inside her a little... 

"...with a girl." ...She moved my hand to her mouth and langorously licked her 
juices off my finger... 

I could not lie to her. "No, I haven't been given the honour yet." 

She stepped away, sighing sadly. "What's wrong? I thought that was a good 
thing! Isn't that what they taught us?" 

Tears welled in her eyes as she gathered her robe and put it back on. "I'm 
sorry... I think it would be best if you left now." 

Perplexed, I asked, "Why? Did I say or do something wrong?" 

She only ushered me out of her room. "No. It's my fault. Me and my wishful 
thinking, I guess..." 

She spoke no more until we reached the front door, and then only said that 
she'd see me Monday to turn in our paper. Except for that, Edna went out of 
her way to avoid me. This went on for a number of years, when I bumped into 
her at a mall (she didn't recognize, probably because I was sporting a beard 
at the time). We chatted amicably for a little while, and exchanged phone 
numbers. Two days later, she called me and asked me to have dinner with her. 
That turned out to be at her apartment, and she invited me because she felt 
she owed me an explanation of what happened: 

While we worked on our research paper, Edna developed a very serious crush on 
me. By the time we had completed the paper, I had become more like an 
obsession for her and she had decided that she wanted me to be her first 
lover. But at the same time, she wanted her first lover to be experienced 
given that some of her girlfriends told her horror stories about what it would 
be like, so she didn't want to have one of her own! My honesty had broken that 
desire for me, and she began avoiding me because she didn't want any 
awkwardness that may have developed to come between us or be otherwise 
apparent. I asked her if she would have let me be her first had I lied, and 
she replied that she probably would have; though she would have felt betrayed 
once she found that out. I could undertand that. 

But in the end, it was for naught, and the thing she sought to avoid happened 
anyway. She confessed to me that she should have settled for me being her 
first, lack of experience notwithstanding, because while in College two years 
later, she was drugged and raped. As a result, she now bore a number of 
serious physical and emotional scars. Before we parted, she told me that under 
other circumstances and and if I still desired her, she would have made love with 
me right then and there. Unfortunately, because of that rape, she was now ill and 
didn't want to pass her disease on to me. We remained close friends until Edna 
died a year and a half later.

Her rapist had infected her with AIDS.