People at school used to make jokes about Elyssa's dad being an evil scientist, but I don't think they realized that it really was true. He wasn't like normal dads.
Elyssa Sykora was my best friend. We think that her dad must have genetically engineered her, because she was physically perfect, and good at everything. She had long chocolate-brown hair that shined like a moonlit river, and black sultry eyes. Her tits were large and round and unaffected by gravity; they practically begged to be touched whenever she wore something tight - which was just about everything in her wardrobe. She had the flat belly, narrow waist, and curvy hips of a comic book heroine. Her arms, thighs, and ass were feminine but powerful - the sort of look that Hollywood action stars need months of intense personal training to achieve.
She was also the smartest kid in high school - although her grades didn't reflect it. She played piano and guitar, she spoke three languages, and she was an expert at jujitsu. She was the sort of person who, if you wrote story about them, would make the reader roll his eyes in disbelief - but then keep reading anyway.
I'm Gretchen. I was always cute in my own rights: strawberry blond hair, electric blue eyes, ponytail, and glasses; a little short. I was a good student, and a passable soccer player. People laughed at my jokes. But Elyssa was always the center of attention. I was usually with her - although people didn't always notice me. And even when I wasn't there, Elyssa always told me everything, so I figure that puts me in a good position to write about her life.
So anyway, like most fathers, Dr. Sykora was a bit overprotective when his daughter started dating. How he handled it was atypical. When Elyssa started bringing Rory around the house, Dr. Sykora greeted him like a new friend, and Rory responded in kind. Dr. Sykora even took Rory to sky box seats at a football game, so they could get to know each other. Every time Rory and Elyssa kissed after that, Rory got the hiccups. Rory and Elyssa were each other's first loves, though, so they weren't going to let a little thing like hiccups get in the way of showing their affection for each other.
The first time they went beyond kissing, they were in Elyssa's room at her dad's house. He peeled off her outer shirt like a man peeling a juicy orange. He was rewarded with the sight of two tiny stiff bumps, poking through her bra and camisole. He stopped to touch them, in wonder, and Elyssa's giggles were cut short by a groan. Once her cami had been removed, Rory ran his fingers up and down her belly and kneaded her breasts through her bra. Once that obstacle was removed as well, Rory sucked and squeezed and caressed while Elyssa closed her eyes and lost herself in the new sensations that her body had wanted for so long. Sometimes his attention to her nipples became too intense and she would arch her back, but when that happened he always responded just right - making things softer, lighter, slower.
Things might have gone further between the Elyssa and Rory that day if Rory's itching hadn't become so powerful. The lovers got dressed and went to the kitchen for glasses of water when they realized that Rory's entire face and chest were covered with hives.
"What have you kids been up to?" Dr. Sykora asked, smirking at Rory's symptoms. Elyssa's only response was a dagger-like gaze. That just amused Dr. Sykora even more.
The next time Rory came over, it had been preceded by a trip to the drug store. Elyssa marched into her bedroom, Rory in one hand, and a bag full of calamine lotion and rubbers in the other. This time it was less about young love, and more about a battle of wills: Elyssa was determined to go all the way with Rory, consequences be damned. Rory was less sure of himself.
Rory's suffering was kept in check this time by liberal use of the lotion as they undressed their upper halves. They made it a game, Rory swirling the pungent lotion around Elyssa's nipples erotically, just as she had done to him moments before. A new complication arose when Elyssa, clad only in her Metallica panties, unzipped Rory's pants and tried to free the beast inside. As soon as she touched his cock, his whole body broke out into convulsions.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"I don't know what's happening," Rory said, his voice broken by his uncontrolled spasms.
"Hang in there. I'll make it worth your while," Elyssa assured him. When her hot wet lips touched the head of his cock, he lost any will to protest. After a moment she stopped her mouth-work to move on to the main event. Peeling off her panties, Elyssa rubbed a finger through her slit, pleased with her wetness. She offered the finger to Rory's nose, but he sucked it instead, his first taste of pussy. She took the rubber out of its wrapper, and, despite its constant thrashing and bobbing, unrolled it on to Rory's admirable length of pipe. Climbing on and sinking down into his cock, Elyssa rode Rory's spasming body like a wild horse, using the curse her father had placed on her poor boyfriend as a boon in this, her first taste of sex. Her orgasm came to a boil amidst Rory's involuntary stabs, and her cunt squeezed him in a way he'd never felt before. Sadly, he was too distracted to reach the final peak himself.
"Are you close?" Elyssa asked, huffing and puffing.
"I don't think I can take much more of this," Rory said.
Elyssa decided on a change of approach. She dismounted and peeled the rubber off of Rory, and replaced it with her mouth again. She painted his cock head with her tongue while yanking his shaft fast up and down in a death-grip. Almost immediately he was ejecting hot sticky jets of fluid in her mouth and moaning on the verge of tears. Once the come stopped flowing, Elyssa covered Rory with a blanket and his convulsions stopped.
Rory fell asleep on Elyssa's bed as she got dressed and confronted her father. "Your plan didn't work, you know," she said defiantly, pumping a finger from one hand in and out of a hole made by the other.
"That rather depends on what my goal was, don't you think?" Dr. Sykora answered smugly.
Rory didn't have what it took to keep dating Elyssa after that. In fact, he didn't have what it took to keep dating women at all. His symptoms, it seemed, were triggered by all women - but not by men. He had been on the fence about his sexuality anyway, he confessed, so dating men was a good solution.
The boys that Elyssa brought home over the next year were mostly left alone - at least, the ones who had sense to be respectful. Andy greeted Dr. Sykora with, "Yo, dawg," and mysteriously disappeared later that week.
"The weird thing is," Elyssa explained to me around that time, "Andy's brother says a stray mutt has just started scratching at their door at night."
"He wouldn't!" I exclaimed. "I mean, could he even do that?" Elyssa tossed her hands up with bewilderment.
Elyssa contemplated. "I should bring that dog here in front of the security cameras and fuck him, just to see how Dad reacts." I stared at her. Often, I couldn't tell when she was joking.
She gave me an oh please look. "I'm not going to fuck a dog, Gretchen."
Elyssa got him back for that, though. We were hanging out a Dr. Sykora's place, waiting to hear from Addison about plans for the night, when a woman hurried out of Dr. Sykora's bedroom suite. She had big tits, long legs, and was dressed in a super-tight skirt and a half-buttoned blouse. Her bra was hanging out of her purse and her heels were in her hands.
"You need to see a doctor," she shouted back at Dr. Sykora as she put on her heels while hopping toward the door. "There's definitely something wrong with you, and I don't want to catch it!" Dr. Sykora, dressed in a towel, looked exasperated as the woman left.
"Honey..." he said in parent-voice as he turned his attention to his daughter. "Do you know anything about why Daddy's ejaculate is blood-red?"
Elyssa answered with hammy innocence: "What's an ejaculate, Daddy?"
I played along. "Oh, I bet it's that button in his car that he tells us never to press."
Elyssa nodded in agreement and met her father's gaze. "Is that it, Daddy? Did I push your button?" Dr. Sykora gave her a golf-clap and a smirk before going back to his suite.