Chapter 1: Science Lab

Brittany and Warren needed to ask a favor, so they stayed back for a minute.

“Ms. Linda, can I get the keys to the chemistry lab?” Warren asked. “I need to redo all my formulas for my booth.”

“So do I. He ruined my synthetic pheromone,” Brittany snarled.

“It isn’t my fault your shit ended up on my table.”

“Enough! Both of you!” Ms. Linda said as she fished her keys out of her pocket. “There’s likely no fair tomorrow, but here, do what you must and try not to kill each other. If you do, I’ll make the survivor pay for any broken lab equipment.”

“Thanks. Come on, jerk, let’s go.” Brittany took the keys, and they both headed towards the science wing.

“You’re the jerk, you prissy bitch,” Warren snapped back as they traveled towards the chemistry lab.

“Whatever, just let me work in peace.”

“Fine with me.”

Brittany unlocked the door to the chemistry room, and both headed to the chemical storage area. It was a small, locked room containing assorted labeled bottles, vials, and flasks of various liquids, powders, and other implements for experiments. The two gathered the different tubes and burners they’d need to make what they’d lost in the mix up.

They set up on the large black desks as far away from each other as they could. They connected Bunsen burners to the gas pipes. Glass piping and stands rose to head heights as they both raced to be the first to finish their setups. Brittany was first, and started to collect all the chemicals she needed to make her concoction. Warren was in there but a minute later.

“Stop hogging all the chemicals, princess!” Warren argued, as Brittany held her position, her arms filled with assorted supplies.

“You snooze, you lose, dork-face,” Brittany zinged back.

“Very clever, did your concussion-rattled boyfriend teach you that one.”

“Fuck you, Warren!” Brittany shouted and shoved past him and out of the room.

Happy with himself, Warren gathered what he needed with a gleeful sense of self-satisfaction. So pleased with himself, he even whistled the tune of The Avengers theme song. He got everything he needed but one item, and he couldn’t find it anywhere. He walked out of the room and dumped all this stuff at his station, before he headed over to Brittany.

“Did you take the 12 molar hydrochloric acid?” Warren said coldly as he looked at her from behind, his eyes trained on the collection of chemicals at her station.

“Yeah, why?” she replied, with a little less fire than he expected.

“I need it. Are you going to be done with it soon?”

“Take it and go. I don’t need it right now,” she pushed the large glass bottle across the counter but didn’t look up at him. Warren took the bottle and walked away, happy he got what he needed. The two worked in silence for the next ten minutes. The sound of clinking glass, gas flame, and bubbling liquids filled the dead air between them.

Meanwhile, Warren could feel the room getting hotter. He flapped his T-shirt a few times to get some cooler air inside. The air system in the school must be on a timer and had shut off, Warren thought to himself; plus sitting next to a Bunsen burner probably didn’t help. He added the hydrochloric acid to his mixture and gave it a stir. The reaction was doing as anticipated. It just needed time to condense. He looked at the bottle he’d borrowed, and figured he’d be the bigger man and give it back to his rival.

“Here, I’m done with this now,” Warren said, as he held the bottle out for her to take.

“Thank you,” she turned to take it from him, and he could see some wet lines on her face. Against his better judgement, he had to know what was going on.

“What’s your problem?” Warren asked, in his usual gruff way.

“Leave me alone.”

Warren didn’t know what to do. His usual tact was to just walk away but maybe it was the heat in that room or a little bit of guilt that made him stay. For some reason, he actually felt bad; like he should consol her or something. He pulled up a stool and sat down close by.

“Hey, seriously, what’s wrong?” his voice was more caring this time.

“You know what’s wrong. Everyone in the school knows what’s wrong,” Brittany’s voice broke as she spoke.

“I’m trying to be nice here, so I’ll be honest. I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about. Not everyone pays attention to popular-clique gossip, so just tell me.”

“Wait, you mean you don’t know? Chuck and I broke up. He’s been complaining that I spent too much time on my schoolwork and didn’t prioritize him at all.”

“Classes are important. You want to get into a good school and get out of here,” Warren said, actually sympathizing with her for the first time in his life.

“That’s what I said, but he likes living here and working the farm. Maybe I missed a few parties and dates for projects and assignments, but I had to. I needed to stay ahead of you!”

“Of me? What do I have to do with your problems?” Warren was now completely confused. The heat in the room seemed to increase by the second and he started to wonder if the furnace was broken. He could feel a bead of sweat drip down his back.

“If I want to be valedictorian, I need to beat you for academics. I have to work so hard to stay just one-step ahead.” Brittany wiped her hand across her head as beads of sweat gathered under her blonde hair. Warren couldn’t help himself. He started laughing so hard he almost fell off his stool.

“Fuck! Fuck you asshole!” Brittany yelled as she unbuttoned one of her shirt buttons to release some heat. She felt like she was burning up. Her skin was tingling and she was feeling strange, but she was too angry to care at that moment.

Warren tried to compose himself, as best as he could and stood up. Sweat stains had built up under his armpits and he didn’t know why, but he was getting hard. He did his best to hide it, as he had done many times in his life.

“Hold on, Brittany,” he said as he suppressed a few giggles. “You don’t understand. I’m laughing because I’ve had to push so hard to keep up with you!”

Brittany looked at him skeptically at first, uncertain if he was telling the truth. Then a euphoric sensation cascaded through her whole body and she started to laugh as well. “You mean ... this whole time ... we’ve been pushing each other for no reason?” she said between her laughs.

Warren burst out laughing again, “Seems like...”

The two bitter rivals laughed together for the first time in their lives. It felt like a pressure release to finally understand the other, even in just this limited capacity. The heat in the room though, hadn’t dissipated, and both were a sweaty mess.

“Why is it so hot in here?” Brittany asked as she unbuttoned more of her shirt. Warren couldn’t help but notice the swell of her breasts encased in a white lace bra.

“I don’t know. Do you feel weird too, like everything is bright?” Warren walked closer to Brittany, but he didn’t know why.

“Yeah, and tingly, too? My body feels so sensitive, like I can feel my clothes touching me everywhere.”

“Me too ... like there’s an urge to be free?” Warren turned off Brittany’s Bunsen burner, hoping to reduce the searing heat he was feeling, but it didn’t help. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor.

Brittany watched and felt the same urge. Her hands quickly released the last few buttons she had left and let her shirt fall off her arms. She felt better, but she needed more, much more. She reached out and grabbed Warren by his jeans and pulled him close. They looked at each other for a split second, their pupils fully dilated, before their lips mashed together.

Brittany pulled her lips away from Warren after a minute, her body and hormones raging out of control, but she gained a moment of lucidity, “What the hell is happening to us?”

“I don’t know, but I like it!” Warren exclaimed as his mouth kissed along her jawline to her neck. Brittany couldn’t help but respond, giving him a better angle.

“Mmmm...” she moaned, as the feeling was amplified by a factor of ten, “ ... so do I!” She took her hands and ran it over his thin sweaty body. Her fingertips could feel every little hair and water droplet she passed until they reached his ass.

Warren had never kissed a girl before, let alone whatever was happening now, but he felt weirdly assured and confident. His hands moved around from her back to her stomach and then upward to her bra-encased breasts. As his hands made contact, Brittany simply moaned more. His foggy mind could barely comprehend what was happening, but he had an urge for more.

He reached behind her and tried to unhook her bra, but didn’t know how those clasps worked. Brittany, her body urging her forward, quickly reached around and unsnapped the garment and Warren pulled it off. Her beautiful perky tits were now on display for him, and he just had to fondle them. He’d never felt anything so incredible in his whole life.

Brittany was beside herself as Warren’s hands groped her tits. It felt so much better than any time with Chuck. Warren wasn’t pinching and squeezing them so hard that it hurt. She knew she needed his mouth on them and pushed his head down. He quickly understood what she wanted. Soon she felt him suck on one of her nipples. The feeling was almost orgasmic as her pussy leaked into her panties. She needed him to feel good, too.

Warren felt a pair of hands unfastening his belt and he moved closer so she could get at it. He moved his mouth over to her other tit to suck on it and to give her a better view of what she was doing. He wanted ... no, he needed his pants off. He needed to be naked so his body could breathe and let the heat escape. He also desperately wanted her to touch him. He felt like his hard cock could rip through the denim by itself. Then Brittany lowered his fly. In a flurry, he stepped out of his shoes, tugged his pants and boxers down, and let everything hit the floor. He was now completely naked in front of a girl for the first time, and he was horny as hell.

Brittany looked down at Warren’s rigid cock and wanted it. She needed to taste it, feel it, experience everything to do with it. It was a carnal drive buried deep from polite society, but it was exposed like a raw nerve. She pushed him back against the large wood desk and dropped to her knees. His cock wasn’t as big as Chuck’s was, but it wasn’t small either. She opened her mouth and licked the length of his member from his sweaty ballsack, along the length of his shaft, to the little slit on the head. She paused to look up at him as she took the whole thing into her mouth.