AH, THAT MOUTH

CHAPTER ONE

Gilbert Grissom, Ph.D., wanted Sara Sidle the first time he saw her mouth. He was 40, she was 25, a pretty young co-ed (did they still say co-ed? he wondered). His eyes traveled delightedly up and down her body. She'd approached the podium, answering his prayers, once the lecture was over. Up, up, and then down, down, down. Sweet Jesus. What legs.

So he was distracted, to say the least, and didn't become acquainted with Sara's mouth until some time later. Those bare legs in cute little shorts were worth a prize alone, a blue ribbon, but combined with that sweet round ass and two generous handfuls of breasts, a perfect 10 and an Olympic gold medal were in order. Then there was the long coltish body, fetching curly chestnut brown hair tied in a loose ponytail, and a face that could launch navies. Wow.

Grissom was smitten, without a doubt, the first time she spoke to him and shook his hand.

"Hi. I'm Sara Sidle."

Not exactly momentous words, but it was a historic moment for him.

"Gil Grissom. A pleasure."

"Likewise."

She turned her head and glanced down at her notebook, where she'd scribbled a few notes of what to ask him. She knew she would get flustered, and forget all about time-lines and species of beetles and tape-lifting techniques. Sara was flustered already; hot and bothered and dry-mouthed and pink in the face. The past three hours of his lecture had flown by. All that she could think about now was that she wanted to keep talking to him without a bunch of bored college students listening along.

Grissom was charmed by the tilt of her head and her lovely profile.

Sara was infatuated by his masculine build, handsome face, his deep and compelling voice, his passion for his subject, and that thing that happens only once in a lifetime. That bolt from the heavens. Yet instead of saying anything, she studied his eyes from her new proximity. They were startlingly blue, and kind, and intelligent, and she couldn't stop looking into them.

They were staring at each other, mesmerized, for long minutes, when a dropped textbook from the hands of a newly arrived student jerked them back into reality.

Sara instantly started babbling. Grissom shuffled his feet.

When she paused for breath, Grissom blurted out, "Would you like to go for coffee?"

"Yeah! Sure. Sounds great." Sara hurriedly gathered her things and looked at him expectantly.

"Oh! Uh...I only got in last night. I don't know where any coffee shops are," he said awkwardly. Should have thought this out, Stud.

"That's cool. I know just the place, where we can talk without having to yell over the music," said Sara, surprising herself with her own smoothness.

Sara gave him a big easy grin. Grissom almost keeled over. Damn. What a mouth. What a smile. I'd like to...I want to...Mmm, kiss it and explore it with my tongue...

They walked side by side to the Java Joint, four long blocks away, glancing nervously at each other, and wondering what in hell to talk about. Grissom didn't care what she said, as long as he could see that dazzling smile again and hear her warm throaty voice. But he knew he'd have to say something, soon, or that wouldn't happen.

Grissom thought, "Do you want to bear my children?" sounded a little, well, sudden.

Sara thought, "Wanna go back to my place and screw?"sounded a little, well, brazen.

The handwritten menu in chalk behind the counter interrupted their lascivious thoughts for a few minutes. Grissom asked Sara's advice and then said to the barista, "I'll have what she's having." Grissom added a cream-filled cannoli, to share, to the order. He thought that was pretty brave of him, and shot her a look to see if she agreed, but she was looking for a free table. They found a cast-iron table in the corner.

Sara put her arms on the glass top of the table and instantly regretted it. It was sticky, and wobbled. She wrinkled her nose.

"Hey. Let me..." Grissom wadded up a bunch of paper napkins, jiggled the table experimentally, and shoved them under the correct leg. This time there was no doubt that she was impressed. A vision of pearly whites had his tongue cleaving to the roof of his mouth. Wow. God she's hot. And that little gap in her teeth? Whew. Wonder what that would feel like along my...stop! Behave yourself.

Instead of talking, he poured a little water on another wad of napkins and swished it around the tabletop, lifting her arms carefully. She was wearing a sleeveless little red number and the skin contact gave both of them a buzz of electricity.

Sheesh, I'm falling for her, and I only know her name. No, I do know she is intelligent and curious and well-educated, and, I mean, hell, Look at her! She's a knockout!

So what if he's a little older than me. Mature, brilliant, good-looking, confident...I'm a goner.

Boldly, he dabbed a clean napkin in his water and ran it up and down her bare arms. Visions of a naked Sara in a shower, kissing him and stroking him while he washed her wet body, paraded in his head. His dick began to swell.

Fantasies of the two of them on a tropical island, swimming in the pool of a waterfall, kissing and groping each other...they were just about to start fucking when Sara realized they'd been sitting there for at least ten minutes and she hadn't said a word.

"So."

"So?"

"So. Uh." Sew, a needle pulling thread...Say something, Sidle!

"Hey! Have you been to San Francisco before?"

"Not really. Just passed through, doing seminars," Grissom smiled a little, grateful for a topic of conversation.

Sara took the in, and complimented him warmly on his seminar. Grissom beamed at her. He batted some compliments back at her, telling her how nice it was to have a student with such a keen interest in science and forensics and obvious natural curiosity and intelligence. Sara beamed back at him, and they remained that way as their cappuccinos cooled.

He split the pastry and pushed the plate to her. Sara took a big bite and a bit of cream stuck to her upper lip. Grissom was hard as a rock now and he considered leaping across the table, sucking it off, and then...she licked it off. Slowly.

Sara watched his smoldering eyes and smiled to herself. Well it isn't just me. That's nice.

Grissom lifted and took a bite of his half, slowly, then cunningly licked at the creamy center. As expected, Sara thought of his tongue licking a certain part of her body, and that place instantly became hotter and wetter and more aroused.

They finished their dessert, gazing at each other longingly.

Grissom's cell phone rang. Damn it. He excused himself, got up in an awkward motion to try to conceal the obvious bulge in his trousers, and moved to the back of the coffee shop.

"Grissom. Yes, Catherine, what is it," he growled.

Catherine? Wife? No, he wasn't wearing a wedding band. Girlfriend?

Grissom finished his conversation briskly, then continued to the men's room, where he jacked off and cleaned himself up in record time. Just the memory of that tongue sweeping up and swirling off the cream...he imagined it was his cream and, whoops, there it was.

He returned to the table, pleased that she'd ordered another round of Italian coffees and another pastry, and feeling considerably more at ease.

Grissom politely apologized for the wait and Sara smiled tensely.

"Everything all right?" she blurted.

Grissom gave her a strange look. She couldn't know that I was...

"On the phone, I mean."

"Oh. Uh, my colleague, Catherine Willows. Wanted some advice on a case." Sara let out a breath. Colleague, whew. Didn't sound like he was eager to talk to her, either. Yay!

Understanding the meaning behind her words, and her look of relief, Grissom asked in turn, "So, does your boyfriend mind, you having coffee with your professor?"

Sara looked down and smiled. "No, no boyfriend, no worries."

"Really?" Grissom asked, honestly puzzled. Were all these guys gay, or what? "I...I'm surprised. I mean, you're attractive, you're bright..."

"Thank you. Let's just say...sometimes brains can be intimidating. And I'm serious about studying, and that turns some guys off."

"I know what you mean. It's hard to have a good relationship when you're always working or studying."

"Exactly." A look of understanding passed between them.

Sara started asking him questions about anthropology, and they slipped into an intense and lengthy conversation.

The barista turned the lights on, and both Grissom and Sara looked up surprised.

"Oh!" Sara said. "Guess I missed my afternoon class." She glanced at her watch. "Yeah, it ended...two hours ago."

Grissom apologized, but Sara wouldn't hear of it. "I'm sure I learned more here than I would have there. And I know I enjoyed it more."

Grissom was touched. It was rare for anyone to be so enthralled with his conversation, and frankly he was enthralled by hers too. He stammered something to that effect.

"So...can I walk you to your...dorm, apartment?"

"Sure, my apartment is not far." He took her arm and they made their way out of the coffee shop and strolled up the street, admiring the purplish blue sky of early evening. Grissom pointed out the first star of the evening, the planet Venus, and told her that the planet was named after the goddess of love...and now it will always remind me of you.

The closer they got to her door, however, the more awkward it became. Should I kiss her? Ask her for another date? Go inside?

Should I kiss him? Ask him inside? What will he think of me?

By the time she was fumbling for her keys, both were a nervous wreck.

"Hey. Uh. I had a really nice time." Sara looked up at him hopefully.

"Me too. Um. Can I see you tomorrow?"

"Sure. After class?"

"Class. Right." Grissom had completely forgotten he was teaching a seminar in forensics. "Maybe...you could show me some of San Francisco?"

"I'd love to." She flashed her million watt smile at him and he was bewitched.

Sara bit back a laugh at his bemused expression, and surprised them both by giving him a tiny little kiss on the cheek.

"Good night, Grissom."

"Good night, Sara."

She was inside and the door closed before he was able to move.

TBC