Author: Sterling
Title: Seminal Influences
Summary: In 1968, Cyrus is an average high school geek until he
makes a discovery. Men's bodies naturally encode their thoughts
in their semen. Cyrus swears he's devised a drug so that a
woman's cervix can decode those thoughts and memories. At first,
people think it's just a boy's delusion, but they become
convinced, one by one. When it finally goes public, Cyrus's magic
potion turns the world upside down.
Keywords: mf Mf MF cons het ScFi hs mind-reading para humor

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 4/9/2012.

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Seminal Influences

Chapter 1

"Hey, Bethany!"

"Oh, hi, Cyrus."

Cyrus White was a flaming geeky nerd. Bethany McCarthy was sort
of a popular girl, but always trying to scrabble a little higher
in the social standings. But Bethany had sought him out as a lab
partner in chemistry, and it worked out well. He knew everything
without trying, so she essentially copied his lab reports. He was
always willing to explain anything she wanted. As a result, her
grades were up. It wasn't cool to be seen with a flamboyant nerd
anywhere else, but people saw the advantages of having one for a
lab partner.

Cyrus would love to get into her pants, Bethany knew. A lot of
boys wanted to get into her pants, of course, but flaming nerds
were even more clueless than the average boy about hiding it.
Cyrus was a gentleman, though -- harmless in that regard. If only
one of the cool guys like Jake or Sam were interested in her...
Her pants were not off limits to the right boyfriend, asking the
right way at the right time.

"I've been working on biochemistry, you know?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Did you know that the secretions of the prostate gland are very
complicated?"

"Um, well, if you say so."

"It turns out that a man's memories get encoded in the proteins
that his prostate gland makes. And with the right receptors, it
ought to be possible for someone else to read those memories out
of the proteins!"

"Um, really, that's interesting. Why do you say 'a man'? Are you
still in the 1950s or something? How about 'a person'?"

"Oh, well, um, you know what the prostate gland is?"

"No, something about helping you lie down?"

"No, it's something only males have."

"Yeah, right."

"No, really! It's part of their -- our -- reproductive system. It
makes one of the components of semen."

"Mmm-hmmmmm."

"A male's ejaculate contains sperm cells but lots of other things
too, and the secretions of the prostate gland are the most
complicated."

"Why are you telling me this, Cyrus?"

"Oh, well, you see... the natural organ that could receive those
memories would be the cervix -- you know what that is?"

"What kind of an idiot do you think I am?"

"Oh, I don't think you're an idiot. It's just you didn't know
about the prostate gland."

"Well, they're hardly the same kind of thing."

"Whatever. Anyway, I have this chemical I've synthesized that
should change a cervix so it can read the memories encoded in the
semen! It's not as hard as you might think..."

"Yes, and?"

"Well, I was hoping to try it out."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! And I thought that, like, you're always wishing you could
understand electron shells a little better. I was thinking that
if we tried this experiment and it worked, you'd know more!"

"And just how does this experiment work?" She'd reel him in
slowly.

"Well, the idea is that you'd drink this stuff" -- Cyrus brought
out a small vial -- "then I'd put some of my semen against your
cervix, and we'd see how it goes."

"And how are you proposing to put your semen against my cervix?"

"Oh, well," said Cyrus, coloring. "I suppose I could, um,
masturbate and give you the, um, ejaculate to insert, I guess
that would work. But the more robust experimental condition would
be for me to apply it directly to your cervix while the semen is
very fresh. You know, a penis is perfectly designed to help
deliver semen right to a cervix without the need of any
implements, right? Sometimes a cervix is hard to reach with a
finger, but a penis is just the right length --"

"I get the picture, Cyrus!" snapped Bethany. "That's the most
pathetic pick up line ever! And only a nerd would think of it!"

"Oh, um, gosh, I guess it might seem that way, but it's true! I
think there's potential here for something big!"

"And how would it feel to you to deposit this semen right where
you want it to go?"

"Oh, well, as a scientific experiment, that doesn't really enter
into it, but I guess it would probably feel pretty good. But you
might like it too, you know. The books say that with proper
stimulation and technique, a girl can also receive pleasurable
sensations --"

"Cyrus!" said Bethany heatedly. "If you want to fuck me, why
don't you just ask me?"

"But I don't! That's not the point!"

"You don't find me attractive?" said Bethany with a pout, toying
with her prey.

"Oh, well, yes, very much!" said Cyrus with enthusiasm. "I had
just read that girls don't usually want to engage in sexual
intercourse unless an emotional relationship exists as well -- or
unless the boy is really very attractive himself."

"Well, you never know until you ask."

"You want me to ask you?"

"Only if you want to."

"OK." Cyrus took a deep breath. "Bethany, would you let me engage
in sexual intercourse with you?"

"No!"

Cyrus looked confused. "But... but why did you have me ask if you
were going to just say no?"

"Because I wanted to have the fun of saying it to you. 'No, no,
no!'"

"That's not very nice of you."

"Well, your story about coming in my pussy to help me with my
chemistry isn't very nice either!"

"Oh, forget it," fumed Cyrus. "It's real, though, I promise. I'm
not making it up."

The thing was, Bethany knew Cyrus was sincere. He might be crazy,
but he was sincere. He really thought he could improve her
understanding of chemistry that way.

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Bethany couldn't get Cyrus's idea out of her mind, and she
hatched a devious plan.

Anne Waters was not a popular girl. She didn't know how to dress
right or wear makeup or get a decent hairstyle, so she should
have posed no threat. But she was naturally pretty, and some of
the boys took notice, even the ones who should know better. She
was also not very smart, and she moaned that her parents were
constantly pressuring her to improve her grades. She studied a
lot, but it didn't seem to do her much good. She went on dates
sometimes, and the boys seemed interested in her innocent good
nature. A popular boy who took her as his girl could lift her up
the social ladder in one fell swoop. She said she was determined
to stay a virgin through high school -- and holding out was good
for a girl's position. But if she let a guy nail her casually,
she'd get a reputation as a slut and she'd be out of contention.
At least Bethany thought she had it worked out; it was hard to be
sure.

Brian Robertson was both cool and smart. He kept pretty quiet
about being smart, but he didn't deny it either. Bethany was
really hoping Brian would take an interest in her. Could he find
a way to destroy Anne and get Brian to notice her more at the
same time?

"Hey, Anne," said Bethany when she found her at lunch one day.
"How's the chemistry going?"

"Terrible! I just can't seem to get it, no matter how hard I try.
My parents are going to be so mad!"

"It is hard, I know. But I had an idea. You know Cyrus, my lab
partner?"

"Yeah."

"He's incredibly smart, and he's got this thing where a smart boy
can help a girl learn things."

"Really, how?"

"What he says is that if a boy and girl have sex, then his
know-how is in his sperm, and she can kind of learn it just from
getting it inside her."

"What?"

"Yeah, that's what he said. The girl has to drink some potion
first, I think he said."

"Well, if Cyrus says it, I bet he knows what he's talking about!"

Man, was Anne naive.

"Well, anyway, I had this idea. Brian's really smart, you know?
And if I could get him to agree to do it to you, would you be
willing, so you can learn chemistry better?"

"Um, hmmm," said Anne, blushing. "My parents would kill me if
they found out."

"I guess, but they don't have to, right?"

"You think I could do something like that and keep it a secret?"

"Why not?"

"Huh." She paused. "You think he'd do it?"

"Maybe, would you like me to ask him?"

"I don't know..."

"No obligation; I'd just be asking."

"Well, OK, I guess..."

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"Hey, Brian."

"Hey, Bethany, what's up?"

"You know Anne, right?"

"Sure."

"Do you think she's hot?"

"Oh, I don't know -- physically I'd say she's pretty cute."

"How'd you like to, you know, do it to her."

"Like date her? She's not exactly with it," he said, pointing to
his head.

"Yeah, but this wouldn't be that. It would be just sex. See,
Cyrus has this crackpot idea that guys' cum has their knowledge
in it, so if they give it to a girl, she can learn what he
knows." It was exciting to talk about sex with Brian.

"Right, so how come dumb blonds don't get smart in a hurry?"

He was so clever! "Oh, he said the girl has to take some potion
that he cooked up."

"Cyrus is really wacky."

"Of course it's just a wacky idea, but that's not what matters.
What matters is that Anne's willing to believe him. So you'd just
meet, do it to her, and that would be the end of it. All very
hush-hush, too."

Brian smiled. "Well, when you put it like that..."

Good, Bethany thought. And now he thinks of me and sex together.

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"Hey, Anne, remember what we were talking about? Brian says it's
a go."

"Oh, that's nice, but I've changed my mind."
 
"What?"

"I've changed my mind. I can't give myself away like that."
 
"But you told me you'd do it!"
 
"I hardly made a promise!" Anne smiled.
 
Bethany sighed. What Anne said was reasonable enough -- getting
her to consider it in the first place was the more amazing
part. Her plan had backfired. What would she tell Brian? Maybe
she'd have to offer herself as a substitute? She felt a brief
surge of blood to her loins at the thought. But of course she
would then ruin herself just as she had hoped to ruin Anne...
 
But something was amiss. Anne didn't act like a girl who'd
decided not to try a fool stunt; she didn't have the aura of a
girl who had closed the entire subject and decided to save
herself for marriage. She acted sneaky, like she knew a secret.
Bethany would have to think about it more.

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Cyrus let Anne in and ushered her quickly up to his bedroom. His
parents and sister weren't due home any time soon, but he didn't
want to take any chances.
 
Anne spoke first, earnestly. "Now, you're sure you're never going
to tell anyone?"
 
"Yeah, I promise."
 
"Like, my parents would kill me if they found out."
 
"Right, I won't tell."
 
"And everyone at school would call me a slut."
 
"But you're not a slut! This is for science!"
 
"That's not the point," Anne said with a sigh. "But I'm ready.
You're going to teach me chemistry."

"Um, first you drink this," he said, handing her the small vial.

"OK," she said. She looked at the clear liquid, took a careful
sip, then downed it. "No taste at all."

"No, it shouldn't, so that part's good." Now came the hard
part. "So, um... Have you ever done it before?"

"No, you?"

"No. So I guess we're in the same boat." He gave a nervous laugh.

"So I guess we have to take off our clothes down below." She sat
on the side of the bed and took off her shoes. Then she reached
up under her dress and stepped out of her panties, then lay back
on the bed, but left her dress still smoothed down. She seemed
very calm.

Cyrus stood there transfixed. Suddenly he realized Anne was
noticing his inaction. He knew what he had to do, but it was all
happening so fast. He sat and removed his own shoes, keeping his
socks on as Anne had. Then he got up and pulled down his jeans
and briefs, and blushed to realize Anne could now see his cock.
It was pretty full of blood but not exactly hard. He hoped it
looked OK, but reminded himself that Anne probably didn't have
anything to compare it to.

Anne stole quick glances at his cock, but didn't show any obvious
reaction. "I read about it in the library," Anne said. "They said
to avoid pain from a hymen tearing I could stretch it first, so I
did, a couple days ago, and it's not sore any more. They said if
I could get four fingers in then a penis should fit too. And now
I'm supposed to rub myself so I get wet enough." She dutifully
hitched her dress up and began rubbing her vulva.

It was very erotic. He was going to get to stick his penis in
there? It got very hard as he contemplated the prospect.

"And I bought some condoms, too," she said.

Yeah, condoms, thought Cyrus -- then remembered. "We can't use a
condom," he said. "It will never work unless the semen touches
against the cervix. That's what a condom prevents."

"Oh," said Anne. "So how do I make sure I don't get pregnant?"

"Oh. Well, you could be on the pill or get an IUD," he said, "but
I guess that's no help now."

"Oh... My parents would kill me if I got pregnant. But they'll
kill me if I don't bring my chemistry grade up too. Arrgggh!"

"Hmmmm. There's only certain parts of the month you can get
pregnant, too."

"Oh, yeah. One reason I waited a few days after you said you'd do
it was so my period would be all over. It finally is."

"OK, then you can't get pregnant. Not unless you have really
irregular cycles." Cyrus had read a lot of books about sex too.
That's what happened when his horniness piggybacked on his
natural geekiness. And that's where he'd gotten the idea to look
into prostate fluid, and one thing led to another.

"No, I'm regular."

"Willing to risk it?"

"Yeah." Anne had been gently rubbing her vulva as they spoke. "I
think I'm ready now. It's wet," she said, demonstrating by
parting her labia minora, "and it feels pretty good too," she
added with a faint blush. "So... teach me some chemistry!" she
said with a smile.

As in a dream, Cyrus approached and knelt between the girl's
legs. She guided his cock to her vaginal opening. As he pushed,
the wet warmth enveloping him felt fantastic.

"Oooo," said Anne. "That's weird!"

"Is it OK?" asked Cyrus anxiously.

"Yeah, it's OK -- good even - just weird too."
 
He was in a girl for the first time -- a beautiful girl who was
smiling up at him, and his instinct was to ejaculate immediately
-- that's what his untutored body wanted to do. But he remembered
the science part. The experiment would work best if he deposited
the semen right on her cervix. Diving in and out felt good, too,
nudging deeper each time. 'You're in the right place. Give her
the sperm!' yelled the vaguely articulate part of his inner
nature. He held off a little, then wondered if he should be
trying to see to her pleasure too. He wasn't sure he knew what to
do, not really. And she had signed up to learn chemistry, not
enjoy sex. It was all kind of academic, though. It felt
fantastic, fucking (oooo, what a naughty word!) a girl for the
first time, and his body would not be denied. Just be sure it
spurts onto her cervix, he thought. But his body had no problem
with that, and he gasped as he felt the pulses begin when he had
jammed in as deep as he could, his vision reeling with ecstasy.
 
When the last of his semen had oozed out of his penis, he
withdrew and flopped down beside Anne, a silly grin on his face.
He'd just done it to a girl!
 
"Wow!" said Anne.
 
Had she really liked it that much? That was fantastic!
 
"Whoa." She was holding her head.

"Does your head hurt?" he asked anxiously.

"No... You have a dirty mind!"
 
"But... I mean, when two people do it, that's kind of what
dirty's all about, right?" Had he made too much noise? Should he
have been more discreet in showing how fantastic it felt?
 
"No, not this -- the rest of the time! All the girl thighs and
crotches and boobs! Especially Bethany's..."
 
"What?" he asked. He'd momentarily forgotten about the science
part. When he remembered, he had a sneaky suspicion he knew what
had happened.
 
"You're like the perfect student, but you're thinking about
girls' bodies all the time!"
 
"Oh, well, I don't know." Cyrus blushed.
 
Anne giggled. "It's kind of cute, actually. And I see my own butt
go whizzing by now and then; that's nice."
 
Cyrus was burning with embarrassment. But he reminded himself
that he should be feeling elated -- it looked like the memory
transfer had worked! It just hadn't worked quite like he hoped.
He reflected that when he was famous, they'd have to clean up the
science textbooks, instead of revealing that the first seminal
memory transfer had been of girls' boobs and asses and crotches.
 
"So, what about chemistry?"
 
"Hmmm, let me look past the boobs and see what's there," she
said, teasing.
 
"Systems of linear equations. Matrices. Proust. Who's Proust? ...
Oh, a French writer."
 
"Nothing about electron shells?"
 
"Um, nope."
 
Then Cyrus thought about it. The prostate proteins he had just
ejaculated against Anne's cervix -- he shivered with pleasure to
think about it -- were probably made in the last couple days. He
had jerked off two days before, so those proteins were probably
gone. And what had he been doing the past couple days? Studying
Linear Algebra and reading Proust! Along with sizing up boobs and
asses and crotches, but he was always doing *that*. But not
studying much chemistry. It all made sense!
 
Then he had another thought. Did he have any dark secrets? What
else might he have been thinking about in the past couple days?
He'd have to stop picking his nose. Maybe his last masturbation
was hidden because he had ejaculated. The truth was, he didn't
have much in the way of truly embarrassing secrets.
 
He explained the situation to Anne.
 
"So then can you study chemistry for a couple days, then do it
again?"
 
His heart leapt. She wanted to do it again! And knowing how
fantastic the real thing was, he knew he'd forever after think of
masturbation as a poor substitute.
 
"Sure, sounds good."
 
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They had ascended to Cyrus's bedroom once more for their fourth
tutoring session. Anne had wasted no time, and was on the pill
before their second session; the sexual revolution hadn't really
made it to their high school yet, but there were clinics. Cyrus
had calmed down a little during sex. Now he knew the fantastic
feeling was awaiting him, but he could take a little time to
enjoy how wonderful it felt first. He remembered that as he
prepared to deliver his first three lessons, Anne had been
smiling up at him, but he wasn't sure just what she was feeling.
She had agreed to this so she could learn chemistry, not so she
could enjoy herself.
 
She had in the past used her fingers to make sure she was ready
to learn, but this time was different. "Do you wanna kiss me?"
she asked shyly.
 
Goodness! That was not part of the lesson plan! They ignored each
other in school, as usual, but he felt his cock come alive
whenever he glanced at her. Seeing her in his bedroom as she
exposed her privates for the lesson was also terribly exciting.
And Anne had a pretty face. Lots of girls had alluring bodies,
but Anne was beautiful.
 
"OK!" he stammered, and lay beside her on his left side. She
turned to face him, and they quickly discovered how to kiss, then
how to kiss passionately. After several minutes, Anne gently took
his right hand and gently placed it on her left breast -- or
rather on the part of her dress that covered it.
 
Cyrus leaned back and smiled. If she wanted to be his girlfriend,
he was all in favor!
 
"Let's do it right," she whispered. "The lesson will wait a
little while, right?" She sat up to take her shirt off.
 
"Yeah," said Cyrus, grinning.
 
As they stripped he feasted his eyes on the entirety of her
lovely body, especially the upper part that he had never seen
naked before. He licked and sucked her nipples, then explored her
vulva with his own hand, trying to mimic the motion he had seen
her use.
 
After half an hour, she said, "OK, I think I'm ready to learn.
Ready to teach me?"
 
"You bet!" said Cyrus, and knelt between her spread legs once
more. This time she gasped with pleasure as he worked his penis
inside of her, and clutched his back as he began his instruction.
In and out he went, over and over, the fantastic feeling
building. This time he would wait for her. How long would it
take? It felt like forever, but her gasps and moans kept getting
more and more urgent. Finally she erupted with a cry, and based
on his reading Cyrus decided that she must have had an orgasm,
especially as she then started relaxing.
 
"Now teach me," she gasped between breaths. "I'm so ready to
learn -- chemistry."
 
And Cyrus was delighted to see her beautiful face begging him to
deliver his lesson -- though part of him also knew she was a girl
who wanted her partner to finish taking his satisfaction in her
body, chemistry or no chemistry. So it felt better than ever when
he did finally deliver his message to her depths, smearing it all
over her cervix as the natural denouement to their first real
lovemaking.
 
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"Congratulations, Anne," said Mrs. Rowley, the chemistry teacher.
"You got an A on this latest exam. You'd never gotten above a C+
before."
 
Anne glowed with pride. This was the final proof; it had really
worked! She had known she was doing better at the problem sets.
She really did understand it, and to her amazement actually found
it interesting at times.
 
Cyrus was such a sweetheart too. Orgasms during sex a few times a
week did wonders for a girl's mood. And she wasn't quite sure how
it had happened, but she was in love with him. He acted like he
was in love with her too, and she wondered how long they would
have to keep meeting in secret.
 
"Can you tell me what happened? What changed?"
 
What should she say? Part of her wanted to say that she had
gotten Cyrus to teach her and he was a wonderful tutor, but
something held her back.
 
"I don't know," she said, looking down. "I guess something just
clicked."
 
"If you don't mind, how'd you like to do a couple problems right
now?"
 
Suddenly Anne realized that this conversation wasn't really about
congratulating her. It was to see if she'd been cheating. "Oh.
OK, sure." She knew that was the only acceptable answer .
 
Anne was so nervous she was afraid she'd forget everything, but
she got the first two. The third stumped her, though.
 
"It's OK," said Mrs. Rowley with a smile. "That's a really hard
problem, and you did great with the other two. Congratulations!
And if you ever figure out what changed, the field of Education
is eager to know so we can share your secret to help out other
students."
 
Anne smiled. She was pretty sure no one wanted to know about this
particular teaching technique. Years later she reflected on how
very wrong she had been.
 
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Bethany heard the teacher congratulate Anne, and soon learned
about her "A".

Bethany collared Cyrus the first chance she got. "You used it
with Anne, didn't you?" she said accusingly.
 
"That's a rather personal question," stammered Cyrus, and Bethany
knew at once that they'd had sex. She still doubted that he had
transferred his knowledge by way of sperm. He had probably
tutored her very patiently.
 
News of Anne's dramatic improvement spread. She and Cyrus came
out as a couple, and they explained simply that he had been
tutoring her. Her parents were not wild about her spending so
much time at Cyrus's house, but they couldn't argue with the
improvement in her grades. Clearly he was a good influence on
her. Her other grades went up too, all except Spanish. Cyrus
didn't know any Spanish.
 
The clueless geek and the clueless airhead had been nothing in
the social standings of the school. But as they emerged as a
couple, their stock soared. They were both honest,
straightforward and kind to others -- if as clueless as ever.
Cyrus wasn't a bad-looking guy, and with the confidence of a
relationship, they both looked better. Anne didn't become a
genius; what she absorbed from Cyrus's semen still had to work
within the limits of her native endowment, which was average. But
she was no airhead any more. She picked up a great deal of
general knowledge that happened to be hanging around Cyrus's mind
as his prostate gland busily churned to encode it into his
seminal fluid.
 

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Chapter 2

"Oh, hi, Bethany," said Brian.

She was really nervous. But she had a plan. "Remember how I was
telling you about Cyrus's invention? The potion?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you also heard about Anne's A in chemistry?"

"No, I hadn't. I guess she doesn't get A's much?"

"No, never even had a B before."

"Huh."

"It's got to be Cyrus."

"Oh, I've seen then talking sometimes. Is he tutoring her?"

"They've been going out for a few weeks now."

"Huh. Really? Cyrus?"

Boys could be so ignorant, even if they were hot. All the girls
knew about Cyrus and Anne!

"Yeah, and I think he used that potion thing on her."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think that's it."

"Huh."

"I think she's a slut, letting him do her like that just to learn
stuff."

"Oh, yeah, I guess. Maybe she likes it, though."

"I guess -- but Cyrus?"

Brian shrugged, then grinned. "Imagine that. Doing it to a girl
to teach her. You mentioned that before, I guess, didn't you. But
what if it really worked? I should study up and see if I can get
any tutoring jobs. Ha!"

It was several days later when she found him again, right after
the American History test had been returned.

"How'd you do?" she asked. She already knew through the
grapevine.

"Oh, well, I did pretty well, I guess."

"How well?"

"An A. But it's no big deal."

"No big deal! I got a B minus!" She hadn't really meant to get
that bad of a grade, but her plan distracted her.

"Huh. What happened? You study pretty much, right? And you're
smart."

"I can't concentrate so well lately; my mind's always wandering."

Brian said suddenly, "Well, I guess I could 'tutor' you like
Cyrus did, eh? How'd you like that?" He laughed.

"Brian! You're bad!" said Bethany, but she hesitated.

"Even if you didn't learn anything, it would be fun."

"Brian!" she said, but there was a whimper mixed with the
indignation.

He suddenly looked up at her before looking away, and she knew he
was getting the message.

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Brian had asked her out and she'd said yes, of course.

Before the date, she got Cyrus to give her a little vial of his
magic potion. A little seductive flirting was all it took. Yeah,
the potion probably didn't work, but what the heck.

"So, you wanna come upstairs?" he said nonchalantly as they
leaned against the counter in his kitchen, drinking Cokes.

"Um, well, OK, I guess," she said.

"My bedroom!" he said, opening the door to let her in. It wasn't
so messy. She'd bet it wasn't always like that; he'd cleaned it
up planning to get her upstairs.

He gently took her shoulders and brought her in to him for a
kiss. Bethany shuddered. Whoa! He was so hot, and finally kissing
her.

Before long his one hand had migrated down to her butt, the other
sliding in front to grope her right breast.

She felt her arousal build. His touch was more like pawing than
caressing, but it was still exciting. After a few minutes of
making out while standing, he said softly, "You wanna lie on the
bed? Get more comfortable?"

Bethany nodded.

They were half-undressed, his right hand kneading her boobs as
they kissed. He moved it down between her legs and brought it up
to her crotch. A big part of her just wanted him to fuck her
right then. But another part hesitated, remembering this was
dangerous. She could just end up being a conquest for him. But
the way he looked at her -- surely a boy couldn't look at a girl
that way if he didn't want to be her boyfriend, could he?

He tugged on her panties, and she raised her hips. He somehow
managed to roll them down her legs, and then she saw his cock.
She'd never seen a grown-up cock all ready to go before. It was
big and scary, but she knew it belonged inside her. On the other
hand, there was her reputation...

"Oh, Bethany," he panted breathlessly. "You're so beautiful! It's
amazing!" and he joined their faces for another passionate kiss.
He moved to mount her, that cock zooming in between her legs.

"Wait!" she said. Did she want it? She knew he loved her -- he
must! He was so strong, so masculine. What else was she supposed
to think about? "You have a condom?" She'd swallowed Cyrus's
potion for good luck, but hadn't thought through the
semen-against-cervix part.

"Oh," he said. "Um, no."

"But we ought to."

"Tell you what, let's just do it a while, and I won't come in
you, OK?"

"Um, well, OK, I guess."

"Oh, wow, Bethany," he said as his cock tip pressed against her
moist pussy. "Unnnnnhhh!" he said as she felt a huge pressure and
a stab of pain.

She was too shocked to speak, however. Her tissues gave way, and
amid the pain she felt that huge thing invading her, occupying
her more and more. But it didn't feel good.

"Oh, baby, you're so hot!" Brian said, having hit bottom in the
girl and shifting to fast, deep strokes as he shoved his meat in
and out. "Oh, shit, babe," he said. "It feels fantastic!"

That kind of talk made Bethany mad, but she didn't say anything.
She was hurting bad down in her pussy, laid out helplessly below
this crazed sex maniac. She wasn't a virgin any more.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "Didn't you want to learn American History?
Let me fuck some American History into you!" and began an even
more violent reaming of her sore innards.

She thought of reminding him he had to pull out, but that thought
of Cyrus's invention clouded her mind long enough that she only
said, "Brian... Brian."

"Isn't it great, baby? Oh, shit. You're fantastic!"

"Brian... You're gonna pull out, right?"

"Oh, shit, Bethany! I will... just a little more... it feels so
good!" And with a few more frantic thrusts he said, "Oops, too
late!" just as his body shuddered and he gave a huge groan. He
must have come inside her. A second later she felt him pull out,
her sore pussy suddenly empty.

And then the memories began. Shit, Cyrus's potion worked! There
was a flood of guy memories -- friends, football practice, jokes,
classes, some American History even. And then -- she started
feeling sick to her stomach.

Brian had just been out with Justine the night before. Justine
was one of the most popular girls, though in a different set from
the one she hung around with. He really wanted Justine for his
girlfriend and she seemed to like the idea, though they were both
keeping very quiet about it. They made out a lot. He thought
they'd finally go all the way, but she refused again. Frustrated
that he still hadn't gotten into a pussy, he'd come home and
pulled a gross porn magazine out from under his bed. The girl was
taking two cocks at once, and one of the guys was yanking on her
tits, and then Brian had jerked off, mouthing obscenities.

Then she found Brian's memories of her, and her fear turned to
humiliation and shame. He didn't like her! He thought she was
loud and shallow and not very nice, and he just wanted to get
into her pants! Which he had just done. She started crying.

"Oh, Bethany, you OK? They say it hurts the first time, right?"

What was she going to do? He'd tell the guys he'd nailed her,
fucked her, screwed her, right up in his bedroom. And he'd be
right, because that was exactly what he'd done. She was ruined.
He'd left his sperm oozing in her pussy no less.

She got up and began dressing without a word.

"So soon, honey?" said Brian. "I'd be ready for another go pretty
soon."

Man, was she furious! But then she paused when she found that
other memory. He was gay! Or at least bi! Because there he was
with Dave, who everyone knew was gay, and he was humping his dick
up Dave's ass!

"Faggot," she said.

"What?" he bolted upright.

"Faggot. Dave's butt, huh?"

"Yeah, right! Very funny!"

"No, I got the memory, it's right there. You and Dave, over and
over again. His bedroom. Sunday evenings when his parents are
away."

"What? How did you know? Oh, Christ, you don't mean that potion
thing worked?"

"Yeah, I see Justine too. You asshole!"

"Hey, you're really nice! I like you both."

"Bullshit. I have more memories than that. Loud and shallow,
huh?"

"Oh, shit." Brian slumped over, head in his hands.

Bethany's brain tried to find a way out of her misery. Then she
formed a plan. "Look, I'll tell you what, butthead," she said.
"You will never, ever, say a single word about this to anyone."

"About what?"

"About what? This little fuckity-fuck-fuck you just did to me."

"Oh, that. Um, well, you mean you won't tell about Dave?"

"Yeah, that's the deal. I won't tell about Dave, and you never
breathe a word about this. Because if anyone finds out -- if I
hear it from one soul, then the story of Brian the faggot is
going to be everywhere, right?"

"OK, OK, it's a deal," he said, pulling his underpants on over
his slimy dick. Her panties were going to be slimy too, she
realized. She'd take a long shower as soon as she got home.

"And, you know, I'm really sorry about this. It's just you're so
hot, it's hard for a guy not to try--"

"Brian?"

"What?"

"Fuck you."

"Oh, yeah..." His shoulders slumped. "It was pretty bad of me.
But you won't tell anyone about Dave?"

"If you don't breathe a word about this."

"OK, it's a deal."

He reached out to shake hands.

She looked at his hand, then looked at him with a stony face.
"Fuck you."

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The thing was, she actually learned a fair amount of American
History. But every time something popped into her head that she
knew had come from Brian, she got furious all over. Her grade on
the next test was a D.

But then she recovered. Yeah, she'd lost her virginity to a creep
who just wanted to fuck her, and it had hurt like hell. But now
it was over.

And it was really very educational to have a couple days' worth
of memories from a guy's head. Ones like fucking Dave's ass were
only shadows of memories, ones Brian remembered during the past
couple days instead of things that happened then. But the whole
mix made for a really enlightening, broadening experience.

Knowing stuff was cool. Knowing people's secrets was very ...
interesting as well. Where could she get more?

It was easy to get more of the magic potion from Cyrus. Despite
having a steady girlfriend, the guy was easily flattered. Just
because he had one girlfriend didn't meant he didn't still have
the hots for others. A boob pressed against his arm, a thigh
pressed against his as they sat side by side at the lab bench --
that's all it took.

Whose fount of wisdom should she try to tap next? Mr. Fred Sacks
was an excellent candidate. He'd been her math teacher the year
before. It was plain that he noticed all the girls in the class;
you'd see him glancing at Justine's boobs, or Caitlin's ass, or
the hem of Bethany's very own skirt. He was also cute and a nice
guy. She'd occasionally thought she could have had a crush on him
if she weren't too sophisticated for something like that.

Many of the obstacles to a successful seduction were absent. He
was single. She wasn't his student, so she wasn't trying to
improve her grade. And she was 16 and not a virgin. She knew it
would still be bad news for him if a dalliance with a student
became public, though she didn't really know how much. And that
was his problem, not hers.

"Hi, Mr. Sacks," she said, catching him in his office at the end
of the day.

"Bethany!" he said, standing. "This is a surprise. How are you?
Which math section are you in this year?"

"Um, Mrs. Pereira's."

"Uh, OK. How's it going?"

"OK, I guess."

"So what can I do for you?"

Bethany casually shut the door, leaving the two of them alone in
his small office.

"I... I just wanted to thank you so much for being my teacher
last year."

"Oh, that's kind of you."

"Can I give you a hug?"

"Oh, um..."

Bethany didn't wait for an answer, but threw her arms around him
and squeezed. She made sure her pelvis pressed against his upper
thigh. In the late 1960s, the circle of people you hugged was
getting larger, though it usually didn't include teachers and
high school students quite yet.

"Um..."

"Can I do anything for you to pay you back for being such a nice
teacher? I saw you looking at me sometimes."

"Bethany, this isn't really proper, you know."

"What, don’t you think I'm attractive any more?" Her eyes teared
up and she looked down.

"No, it's not that at all!" he said.

She looked up shyly and smiled. She pressed forward with her
stomach against his crotch and wiggled. The bulge was apparent.

"Can I see it?"

"Bethany, Bethany..." said the teacher. "Why are you doing this?"

"I just want to thank you. And, well, a girl's got urges and gets
curious too, you know. You want to touch me?" she asked, placing
his hand on her breast.

"Bethany..." he sighed, removing his hand.

"At least let me play with your -- your -- penis," she pleaded.

With a sigh, he undid his belt and unzipped his fly.

Bethany tugged pants and underpants down and saw his hard cock.

"This is what you'd stick in me if we were going to do it?" she
asked lustily. "Oooooo...."

"We can't 'do it'," he said. "Much as I'd find it very
appealing."

"At least let me make you feel good, OK?"

She spat on her hands and grasped his cock with both of them and
tried to make them like a vagina, making a slick tunnel for him.

"Oh, Bethany," he moaned. A minute went by. "We shouldn't...
Oh... That's so nice... Careful, watch out! Wait!"

But Bethany kept her hands in place, rubbing harder and harder as
she felt his organ swell and stiffen.

"Oooooohhhhh!" he moaned, and just like magic stuff was spurting
out the tip of his dick into her left palm.

When she had three spurts, she removed her hands and said, "Oh,
no! I've got to go! Sorry, I'll be back in a sec..." and opened
the door.

"Bethany!" called Mr. Sacks, turning his back to shield his
exposed cock from any passersby.

She nearly ran to the girls' room, darted into a stall, dropped
her panties and began fingering Mr. Sacks's goopy stuff up into
her pussy, trying to get it in deep, just able to touch her
cervix with her middle finger. She was getting some memories, but
she concentrated on washing her hands and returning quickly to a
worried-looking Mr. Sacks, who was on his way out, just locking
his office door.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I just had to go really bad then, for
some reason. You know, number two."

"Diarrhea?" he asked, walking briskly down the corridor with his
briefcase in hand.

"Yeah," she said, matching strides.

"Bethany, we shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have let you."

"It's OK, Mr. Sacks, I'm glad."

"You won't tell anyone, right? I'd get in trouble."

"But you didn't do anything."

"Doesn't matter. I didn't stop you."

"Well sure, I'm not going to tell anyone."

"OK," he said, and hurried off to his car.

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At her leisure, Bethany reviewed what she'd learned. The memories
she'd received were faint, nothing like the flood she got from
Brian, but there was enough there to work with. Mr. Sacks loved
math, and was discouraged by how little the kids cared. But he
was trying to mentor William, one of the math nerds. The gap
between what Mr. Sacks knew and what William knew was huge, but
finding a student he could really turn on to math was what would
make Mr. Sacks feel fulfilled. Could she get him to fuck her if
he started thinking of her that way?

She found him a couple days later and he was very wary. She said
she didn't know what came over her, she'd be good, and she wasn't
there for anything like before. It's just that she'd been
intrigued by some of the stuff they'd covered the year before,
and asked if she could borrow a copy of the textbook they'd used.
He was happy to oblige, and perhaps happy that she gave no sign
of using his indiscreet moment against him.

Bethany hadn't been intrigued by any of the math she'd learned
that past year, but now as she read the book, she did find some
of it more interesting. With motivation, things made sense that
never had before. Where she'd done her best to learn a rule so
she could answer problems, this time she could get a glimmer of
the sense behind it, how it fit in with the other concepts. She
picked one small section of what they'd covered -- Pythagorean
triplets -- and studied it carefully. When she had some
reasonably intelligent questions to ask, she found Mr. Sacks
again, and suddenly his attitude towards her was very different.
She'd awakened his hunger for another student to mentor -- though
she thought she could see desire in his eyes as well.

So it happened that at a study session at his house the following
Saturday, she managed to get Mr. Sacks to lie on the bed with
her. He kissed her sweetly, and his hands were all over her. The
contrast with Brian was like night and day. His hand slid slowly
between her thighs, and she spread her legs with a smile,
delighted that he wanted to pay attention to her down there.  His
fingers slid inside her panties, and whatever he did with them
was like nothing she'd discovered herself in her own
explorations.

Her ministrations to his penis were far less artful, she knew.

He slumped back. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"I want us to do it. I want you inside me. I want to feel it
inside."

"Bethany...

"I already did it once with a boy and it felt awful. I want to
find out what it's like with a man who knows what he's doing --
with you!"

He hesitated just a moment. "OK," he said, lust in his eyes. He
mounted her, kissed his cock against her pussy lips and plunged
inside.

She discovered what countless girls had discovered before: With
the right partner, sex felt great. The closeness, the connection,
the urgency of her partner, and the waves of pleasure. He said in
an urgent, apologetic whisper that he'd make sure she finished
next time, but he couldn't hold back, and his anguished moan told
her he was giving her just what she wanted: gobs of sticky,
teacherly cum straight into her pussy, dabbing against her
cervix.

Seconds later, the memories started arriving, first a trickle and
then a flood. She made a point of acting nonchalant, having
decided beforehand to let on nothing to him, no matter how
shocking his secrets might be.

The math teacher's breathing slowed and he kissed her cheeks and
hair gently, his cock slowly shrinking inside her. As the cock
shrank, the thoughts and memories grew and grew.

Ever since the hand job, he'd jerked off thinking of her twice a
day. He'd also looked at his porn magazines, but it was tame,
simple stuff -- mostly just pretty girls in sexy positions. He
listened to classical music a lot. He read widely: novels,
science, politics, poetry. But his main love was math. And with
the flood of memories came a certain degree of understanding.

All she had to do was ask him to explain what he'd been thinking
about lately. He reluctantly began to describe some ways of
thinking about the Four Color Problem, humoring her. But he was
astounded to find that she really did understand some of the
considerations. He said she must really have been not applying
herself to earn only a B-minus in his course the previous year.

In a couple weeks he confided that he was in love with her, which
matched the thoughts she was getting from his semen. That made
her feel uneasy at first, because she had set out to use him. But
she found the relationship really very nice too. Soon she was
having an orgasm every time they made love -- sometimes 2 or 3 if
she wanted. He could hold off forever. And he was so
knowledgeable and kind. From his private thoughts she thought she
could tell that he was a good man to the core, with no dark
secrets. In comparison to Mr. Sacks, all the boys in her school
seemed hopelessly immature and awkward. Climbing the social
ladder didn't seem so important any more, and she had the feeling
she must be falling in love with him too. And then she knew she
already was.

"Fred," she said one day as they lay entwined in afterglow.

"Mmmm?"

"What was it like with Tina?"

After a moment, he looked up at her. "I've never told you about
Tina."

Uh-oh. Was that just from his memories? "Sure you did, don't you
remember?"

"No. Believe me, I'd remember if I'd decided to talk about Tina."

"But I'm sure you must have..."

He pulled away and looked at her. "Have you been researching my
past? Hunting down old friends?"

"No!"

"How else could you know... There are old diaries in some of
those boxes in the attic. You haven't been going through my
things, have you?"

"No, I swear!"

He was very upset, and could not be distracted by suggestions
that he must have forgotten what he said during foreplay, or by
sweet smiles and tender caresses.

"You've been doing something to invade my privacy, and I want you
to be honest and tell me what it is. I might forgive you, but you
have to tell me everything. No secrets about something like
this!"

Bethany cried and he waited, patting her back. She couldn't keep
crying forever, and there he was: patient but unrelenting. He
would not be deterred. Despite her anguish, she respected this
calm, fair integrity on his part. No secrets. Oh, shit.

She started telling the long story of Cyrus and his potion. He
smiled at parts, sighed at others -- as when she described her
unhappy encounter with Brian. He nodded thoughtfully when she
told how she'd gotten a flood of his memories and how they stung
her to the core. She was becoming hopeful that he might be
open-minded about the incredible truth behind Cyrus's potion.

"So, that's the story," she said when she reached the present.
"I've been getting memories from you, too -- lots of memories."

"Very interesting," he said.

"So that's how I know about Tina."

"Hmmmmm."

"You don't believe me?"

"I believe you're sincere. I -- I want to believe you." He didn't
sound completely sure, though, and looked away as he said it.

"I have so many memories from you," she said. "So many..."

"Ones you can prove didn't come from going through my things?
Give me some examples."

"Um, your high school friend Bob. The time you got drunk with
Richard. When you lost your virginity with Stella."

He frowned and sighed when she said that. Uh-oh. Avoid
embarrassing memories.

"All described in my old diaries in the attic."

"I've never been to the attic, I swear."

He was silent a while. "I don't know, Bethany, I've trusted you;
you've meant so much to me..." Tears welled up in his eyes.

"But the memories thing is true! I swear it!"

"Then give me a memory you couldn't have gotten any other way."

"Um... Zoe's mother complained about the grade she'd received."

"Huh. But you could have gotten that from reading my notes -- you
haven't been looking in my briefcase, have you?"

"No! I swear! She was wearing a yellow dress."

He looked unconvinced.

"How would I know Zoe's mom was wearing a yellow dress?"

"Maybe you saw her that day too?"

Bethany's fear and frustration turned to anger. "Fred, no! I am
not a liar! That tooth on the upper left side of your jaw is
hurting again. You're both unhappy but also kind of happy that
the wet spots from all our sex don't come out from the sheets in
the wash. You wish I wouldn't say 'like' so much and you think my
pussy flaps are really big."

Fred looked stunned, then anguished at that revelation.

"It's OK! I don't mind. Just don't call me a liar, OK?"

"I'm... I'm sorry, Bethany. Shit! What's happening? It doesn't
make sense."

"Cyrus is a smart boy, and he found a drug so girls can decode
memories from sperm. That's what happened!"

"I guess it's not impossible... Extraordinary claims require
extraordinary evidence. But this evidence is extraordinary...
What other embarrassing things do you know about me? Oh, shit!"

"Fred, you're a good man. I don't care if you pick your nose -- I
do too! I don't mind you have rape fantasies. I do too!" That was
a bit of an exaggeration.

"This is all so much to take in, Bethany. I think I need to be
alone for a while."

"But you're not going to break up with me, are you? Please?"

"I suppose you could blackmail me on any number of things," he
said.

"I wouldn't *do* that!" she said. "I'm not that kind of person."
He must be a good influence, she reflected. A few months before,
she would have happily done that. She had actually blackmailed
Brian, but there were extenuating circumstances.

He smiled. "I don't want to break up with you. I promise we'll
meet again, at least to talk more, OK?"

She had no choice but to believe him, and he was true to his
word.

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"I've been doing research, Bethany. It's possible. It really is.
I think I know what sort of trick Cyrus must have pulled. If I'm
right, it's so bizarre -- just the sort of thing a teen would
think of when no scientist would. It works like this --"

She interrupted him. "It would be a lot easier if you'd just tell
it all to me in bed."

"Why in bed?"

"Not exactly tell me; show me, give me a present. You know..."

"Oh -- " Then he got her meaning, and smiled.

"I'd like it, too. You know, after that big fight."

"OK, Bethany, OK."

Fred was reserved during their lovemaking, and Bethany couldn't
relax either. "I don't think I can finish today... Could you just
... teach me? Deliver the lesson?" She smiled weakly.

"OK," he said. "I just do it like this?" He pressed in deep. "Or
even better, if you raise your legs, I can get in even deeper."

"OK," she said, adopting the position he wanted. "But it's worked
just fine before."

She felt his cock tip nudging the end of her vagina as never
before. It was a funny sensation.

"Then," he said, rowing in and out with increasing concentration,
all I have to do is, is, is... THIS!" he said.

Bethany bit her lip and winced. He was pressing really hard up
into her and it hurt. He held himself there, perfectly still, and
she could faintly feel his cock twitching.

The memories came with just a touch more vividness than before.
As she was absorbing them, he spoke.

"Hey, you're crying! What's wrong?"

"Just too deep," she said. "It hurt."

"Oh, heavens, Bethany, I'm so sorry..." And his profuse apologies
reassured her that he still cared for her a lot.

One of the memories annoyed her, but she went along with it. With
a big sigh, she said, "Two hundred forty seven point four four."

"Yes!" he said, "It's real!"

He had concentrated for some time that morning on that particular
number and on his desire that she say it as soon as she knew it.
And she knew from his thoughts that since she could recite it
correctly, it established at a minimum of the .00001 confidence
level that this was not due to chance alone.

"But I don't want to be a science experiment."

"Oh, oh... I didn't mean it that way. Oh, dear. And I didn't
believe you, and called you a liar. I'm so, so sorry! Can you
forgive me?"

"Shhhh. Just hold me."

And he did, the wonderful man.

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Bethany quickly became an excellent student overall. Her popular
friends sensed other changes. She had no more petty secrets to
share, no more juicy speculations about who liked who and how far
any couple had gone. She didn't react with glee when they shared
such things with her. But she didn't push them away, like a girl
might who was maneuvering to improve her social position. She was
just kinder. Sensing she had turned into something else --
apparently a goody two-shoes and an earnest student -- they
gradually left her alone.

She didn't seek out new friends. She had Mr. Sacks.

Mr. Sacks talked with Bethany over and over again about Cyrus's
invention and what it could mean. He felt the boy really ought to
patent it.

It was impossible for Bethany and Mr. Sacks to let anyone know of
the intimate nature of their relationship. So it was up to
Bethany to relay Mr. Sacks' opinions.

Cyrus couldn't miss the changes in Bethany too. He was delighted
that she seemed to care about chemistry and was really getting
it.

When Bethany relayed Mr. Sacks's ideas, at first Cyrus was
resistant, saying it had just been lots of fun and he was happy
to share his knowledge with the world. But before long he finally
saw the merit in applying for a patent now, and deciding when he
was older whether to just give it away. Bethany offered to pay
the up-front costs of the patent investigation, though it was
really Mr. Sacks's money. So before long Cyrus found himself
sitting in a plush 41st-floor conference room, talking to some
astute patent lawyers in immaculate suits.

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Chapter 3

Bethany didn't see her cousin Julia Johnson all that often, but
she idolized her. The fact she was six years older set the stage,
but Julia was also a sort of golden girl. She was in anyone's
eyes beautiful, and she was also friendly, funny, and kind to her
little cousin.

When the families got together at Bethany's for Christmas (they
lived in Scarsdale), Julia at the dinner table told of the recent
developments in her life. She was in her second year of a Ph.D.
program at M.I.T. in physics. In recent years Bethany had learned
that Julia was very smart, something she hadn't perceived so well
before due to the age difference. At Yale her interests had taken
a scientific bent, and she had set her sights on theoretical
physics.

Yet as smart people advance in their education, the winnowing
process finds them with smarter and smarter peers. At M.I.T. she
was doing OK in her courses, but to take the next step she needed
some creative insights, and they had been slow in coming. She was
starting to rethink her career options.

For her part, Julia was as surprised as everyone else to hear of
the newly intellectual Bethany.

As Bethany lay in bed that night, she thought of her distress at
not having original ideas. A silly idea came to her. What if she
gave Julia some of Cyrus's magic potion?

Bethany suggested the next day that they head off to the movies,
just the two of them. Julia was enthusiastic, and in the car they
each confided that they were eager for a break from their
families.

"Julia, I want to tell you about something, but I'm afraid you'll
laugh at me."

"Why would I laugh at you?"

"You'll think I'm into kooky pseudo-science. No better than
horoscopes or telepathy."

"Oh?"

"But it's not an accident that I'm suddenly a good student.
You've got to admit that's a real surprise, right? Given who I
was before?"

"I'm not sure; I always thought you had it in you," the older
girl said, but without much conviction.

"Yeah, but I didn't care before, right? I just wanted to be
popular."

"Well, yeah, that seemed to be more where your interests were."

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course."

"Would you be surprised to hear I'm not a virgin?"

Julia laughed. "I wouldn't have been surprised to hear you were
doing it back in 8th grade."

Bethany wasn't quite sure what to think of that. She wasn't that
much of a slut! But she let it pass. Julia didn't know about the
norms in Bethany's school; one thing she'd learned from Mr. Sacks
was that there were other ways of looking at the world; what she
thought was the way things always were was often just one way
things could be.

"The secret is more to do with who I'm doing it with."

"Oh?"

"A teacher."

"Hmmmm." After a brief pause, she said, "Like, as an ongoing
thing?"

"Yeah."

"Do you feel good about it?"

"Yes!"

"Is he married?"

"No."

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely. We meet at his place all the time."

"OK, I guess that's good evidence. So, he's inspired you to want
to be a good student."

"Well, yes, but not the way you think. Or at least not
originally."

Julia waited for her to continue.

"I have this high school buddy who's a real, total nerd. You
won't believe this, but he figured out that men actually encode
their mental state in their semen, like in the prostate gland."

"Oh!" Julia smiled.

"Yeah, I know it sounds crazy. But what's more, he found a drug
that lets the cervix decode it!"

Julia laughed out loud. "That sounds like a great pick-up line
for a nerd!"

"I know, I know, that's what I thought at first. He offered to
help me with my chemistry. But it actually works."

"Did you sleep with him and then knew more chemistry?"

"No, I didn't sleep with him, but I found out he'd done it with
someone else and she got way better at it."

"You ever hear of the placebo effect?"

"Yeah, I have. I know -- I told you it's going to sound crazy.
Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence. But it's not
just some general improvement in the ability to learn. You can
get specific facts about the guy's life. I took some before I
lost my virginity. Boy was that a mistake."

"Taking the potion, or losing your virginity?"

"Both! Especially losing it to him, the creep. But given he was a
creep, I'm glad I took the potion." She hesitated as ugly
memories churned within.

Julia looked over at her, waiting for her to continue.

"I found out what he really thought of me."

"Uh oh. I wonder if that's something I'd like always want to
know."

"I thought that was very useful. I knew where I stood. Then when
I started doing it with my teacher, I found out that he's a
decent guy, and that's well worth knowing."

"So after you do it, you get their memories?"

"Yes."

"I don't know, Bethany, this is really hard to swallow."

"Look, I knew you'd think I was nuts. But I was listening to what
you said about grad school yesterday, and how hard it was. What
would it be like if you could actually know what your professors
know?"

Julia's smile vanished. "Oh, if I knew what Dr. Wilson knew, I'd
be in great shape. And you're saying I could learn it by sleeping
with him?" She glanced over at Bethany skeptically.

"Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying. I know you don't believe
me, but there's a way to test this. Experimental validation."

"I don't think I want to try to seduce my professor to perform an
experiment."

"Sure, but... is there anyone else you're sleeping with? I mean,
it's none of my business, but you could try it with him."

Julia smiled. "To know what Carl is thinking? That would be
interesting, that's for sure."

Bethany hadn't heard anything about Carl, but she knew the older
girl had had a series of boyfriends.

"Listen, I'll get some. You can try it. You have nothing to
lose."

"How do you know it's safe?"

"I suppose I don't in the long term. But I know I've been
drinking a lot of it, and nothing bad's happened to me."

Julia changed the subject, and Bethany knew she just didn't
believe her. All she'd accomplished was to make Julia think she
was a flake.

But the next morning, as Julia was about to head back to Boston,
Bethany collared her and dragged her into her bedroom.

"Here it is," she said, producing a little vial. "Just watch."
She shook it and poured half into another empty vial, which she
drained in one gulp. Then she handed the half-full original
container to Julia.

"See, nothing bad's happening to me. Try it some time with your
boyfriend. You take it within three hours, and then when his
semen hits your cervix, pay attention to your thoughts."

"Bethany..."

"You've got nothing to lose, right? If nothing happens, you can
think I’m a nut."

"Well, OK," she said with a sigh. "I'm a scientist. And you've
given me a falsifiable theory and a way to test it."

"Right!"

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Julia put the vial in a dresser drawer, intending to keep it as a
quirky gift from her well-meaning little cousin.

But she found her thoughts moving in unaccustomed directions.
However crazy it was, Bethany's potion weighed on her. It was
sort of like reading a fortune cookie; you didn't really believe
it was your fortune, but it was sometimes interesting anyway.

She found herself thinking about it the next time Carl was over.
What did he really think of her? Carl was in his second year at
the Sloan business school earning his MBA. She'd been in plenty
of relationships and knew the limitations. You shared secrets to
a certain point, but she knew how much intimacy to expect from
any given man.

Sex was happening. She gave herself a lovely orgasm as she rode
him, then let him flip her onto her back so he could have the
freedom to fuck her just the way he wanted. It was the
arrangement they had settled on, and it worked. She felt Carl's
excitement building, and she smiled up at him, caressing his
back. She always tried to pay attention during sex, but sometimes
things get into a pattern and you take things for granted. This
time she concentrated. She felt his cock swell within her just
before he moaned his ecstasy. Of course his semen was spurting up
inside her. She'd never felt the stuff actually spurting out with
any guy, so she'd stopped thinking about it. She naturally
focused on the parts of him she could see and feel. But now she
imagined what it would be like to know his thoughts. Bethany's
fortune cookie said it would be at that very moment she would
know.

As they got up the next morning, she asked if he'd go with her to
the art museum for a special exhibit. He turned her down without
trying very hard to come up with an excuse. Then he didn't call
her for a week.

When he did, they got together again, and on the surface things
were just the same as always. But she was troubled. She reminded
herself you couldn't expect a guy to want to do everything you
did. And one of you would want to spend more time together than
the other; that's the way it always worked.

As she got ready to join Carl in bed, she felt a yearning. With a
shrug and a smile, she got out Bethany's vial. She turned her
back so Carl wouldn't see and drained it. It had no taste, just
like she'd said. Julia wondered if it was just water.

She was having fun and it felt good as she rode her boyfriend,
but because of her anxiety about the relationship and the thought
of Bethany's potion, orgasm always seemed just out of reach. She
finally faked it, and hoped she'd done a decent acting job. She'd
never faked it with Carl before, though she had some practice
from earlier lovers.

He eagerly flipped her over and began his earnest, goal-directed
mating. She tried to act relaxed the way she would if she'd just
come, though she was still feeling excited and hungry for
release. Just having a guy doing it to her was primally
satisfying, and it was more intense when she hadn't just come
herself. She looked at him, wondering what made him tick -- what
would she learn if there was a potion that did what Bethany
claimed? He adjusted slightly to get a deeper penetration and
began his final approach. Somehow the angle he picked was just
right, and her pleasure built rapidly as each thrust stimulated
her perfectly. She gasped as orgasm seized her as he rammed in
and out of her with his final thrusts. His huge gasp meant it was
almost simultaneous, which made her smile. And then --

She was pretty and sexy, but her boobs were too small. She was
naive and idealistic, wanting to advance pure knowledge, and she
wasn't smart enough to make it in physics. He pretended to be
interested in cultural things for her sake, but it was a big
stretch. He liked TV sports, and he wanted to be rich and have
expensive stuff. He liked porn, both stories and hard-core
magazines, but knew she'd never go for any of the kinkier stuff.
He'd have to dump her by the end of the year, and it was hard to
pretend to be an earnest, curious guy. However, the fucking was
so good he was motivated to hang on as long as he could. Oh,
yeah, and there was a bunch of stuff on advanced finance,
international business, and marketing.

Carl's diminished phallus oozed out of her as he slid off to the
side.

"Is something wrong, honey?" he asked.

"No, everything's great," she said with a smile.

"You came twice in a row there -- you've never done that before."

"Yeah, I guess I did," she said, her mind still reeling. He
looked very pleased with himself. She stole glances at him as
they lay entangled. There were no huge secrets, no betrayals. If
he knew what she thought of him, he'd probably be offended too.
But she also knew that as soon as she could get him out the door
in the morning, she'd never want to see him again. He thought she
was naive and an intellectual lightweight -- that's what hurt the
most. Later, she reflected that a big part of it was that she was
afraid he was right.

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It worked. The potion actually worked.

Julia apologized profusely to Bethany for doubting her and begged
her to get some more. She drove down to Scarsdale just to
rendezvous with Bethany and pick it up.

She desperately wanted to know more physics, to understand it at
a deeper level. She'd been studying hard the past year and a
half, harder than she ever had before, but it just wasn't enough
any more. Could she really learn physics from sleeping with
professors? She liked sex, and didn't have any grand romantic
notions. Why not give it a try?

Being hit on and ogled was just part of Julia's life, and she had
developed graceful ways of deflecting attention. Probably all she
had to do was stop actively pushing men away and give a subtle
positive sign or two.

It was ridiculously easy to get the postdoc Ken Davidson into
bed. When he unloaded his sperm in her pussy, thoughts entirely
different from Carl's swirled through her brain. Mostly he was
thinking of physics -- string theory. She not only got his
tangible thoughts on the subject, she got some of his creative
ways of thinking about it -- weird geometric metaphors abounded.

He thought the sex was fantastic -- he'd had only a few
relationships in his life, all problematic in one way or another.
She hinted that a reprise was possible if he kept it quiet. So
they did it several more times, and each time she could confirm
that he hadn't told another soul in the interim. Each time she
soaked up more of his knowledge of physics. She felt a little
guilty; was she just using him? It's true she wouldn’t have
encouraged him if she wasn't after his knowledge, but she did
feel a genuine attraction. He was a nice guy and sexy enough. He
certainly enjoyed their encounters. She tried to ignore the
evidence as long as possible, but she knew he was really hoping
they'd become a couple and get married soon. She'd told him over
and over that it was just a fling, but that didn't stop him from
hoping.

Professor Hong Chen wasn't too hard either. He was married with
three kids, but he didn't feel much guilt banging the beautiful
American any time she'd spread her legs for him. He wasn't going
to let her slack off on any of the coursework and certainly
wasn't going to take her on as a grad student, but if she wanted
to get laid he was happy to oblige. She was of course absorbing
his tremendous knowledge of the field. His brain-space was
entirely different from Ken's. His main mental habit was careful
categorization of everything he read, remembering details and
seeing connections among them. If Ken had a geometric approach,
Hong's was more like a multidimensional mathematical almanac,
featuring tables within tables.

Julia leaned against Professor Rajiv Singh as they looked at the
journal article together. Her right breast was against his arm,
her right thigh pressed firmly against his left.

She realized he was saying more about the study he was showing
her than he really needed to. He was enjoying her attentions.

She leaned forward, ostensibly to get a better look, and her
right hand landed on the chair right between his legs. She slid
it back towards him ever so slightly to feel the warm bulge
between his legs.

"Julia," he said. "You should stop doing that."

"What?" she said innocently, removing her hand.

"You are my student, and while your attention is flattering, the
Institute's policies are very clear on the subject."

"Oh, OK," she said, giving him her most soulful face. "Sometimes
it's hard for a girl to be around a sexy guy so much without
getting a little carried away."

"That's OK," he said, trying to hide a smile as he returned to
the physics at hand.

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With the knowledge she was gaining an immersion in the mental
habits of different men, Julia's grasp of physics deepened. When
she made appointments with other professors, they were newly
impressed with her ideas.

Professor Ian Wilson was the prize, but the obstacles were many.
He didn't take new grad students and was even less accessible
than most of the faculty. But Professor Rosen put in a good word
for her, apparently, and she managed to get an appointment.

She laid out a few of her recent ideas. He seemed to think she
hadn't completely wasted his time and was willing to meet her
again.

The next problem was that the married professor was not so easily
parted from his scruples.

She decided to try a variant of what her cousin Bethany had
described to her.

After a series of ambiguous gestures and touching, neither of
them could deny that Julia was proposing something sexual. Her
hand stroked the front of his pants.

"Miss Johnson," he said with a sigh.

She flipped up her skirt to give him a brief view of her
vermilion panties.

Time for subtlety was over. If she didn’t succeed this time,
she'd never have another chance. "I'd like to make you happy, and
I'm pretty good at it."

"Oh, dear," he said. But he didn't fight with her as she unzipped
his fly and fished inside for his penis. It was not entirely
hard, but she knew how to fix that.

"Miss Johnson..." he said once more.

"It would just mean a lot if I could give you some pleasure,
that's all. I swear!" she said, descending with her mouth to his
organ.

"It's not right!" he said, though he didn't try to pull away. "My
wife..."

"It's not really sex," she said with her most winning smile
before returning to licking his sensitive tip.

"Oh, dear," he sighed as his erection hardened. "When you put it
that way, it's very hard to say no," he said. After a pause, he
said, "You know, dear, that if you aren't careful you might get
something in your mouth you don't want there!"

How sweet! She looked up briefly and said, "But I *do* want it
there -- right there!"

"Oh, dear," said the brilliant string theorist once more. "Oh, I
must say, it really does feel quite wonderful. Oh, my. Careful! I
think, oh my, oh no, oooohhhhhh!"

With his third spurt safely in her mouth, Julia pulled off. She
put her finger up to signify, "I'll be right back" and made a
break for the ladies' room. From her pocket she pulled the
blunt-ended syringe and sucked the professor's precious bodily
fluid from her mouth. Plunging the pointy end up into her pussy,
Julia squeezed the bulb, trying to shoot the stuff right onto her
cervix.

The memories were dimmer than when the sperm shot straight from
cock into her pussy, but they were still there. She got some
physics, but she was most interested in a hook to get him to
teach her properly. She smiled when she found it. While the great
man was married, sex with his wife was a very occasional thing.
His secret was that he adored girls who were about 10 years old
and was troubled that his thoughts towards them were impure.

Julia had fun remembering what her life had been like at age 10.
Acting the part was easy enough, and he lit up like a little boy
when he caught on. He was soon screwing her properly and
regularly with great enthusiasm.

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Ian Wilson's mental playground for doing physics was filled with
music and language. He loved poetry, and poetic phrases danced in
shifting algebraic collections, the emphasis always on movement
and sound.

Ken had the geometric shape, David had the links to the relevant
obscure mathematics, and Ian had the motion. Julia herself added
something too -- a synthesis that made sense from her second-hand
mental habits of geometry, millions of factoids, and musical
algebraic motion.

There were two other professors whose seminal influences she very
much wanted, but one was in Tel Aviv and the other in Toronto.
But she learned who their grad students were and which was
working on which project. At the Munich conference she managed to
locate them. After one rejection, she managed to seduce one grad
student from each professor, and by spending two nights with each
one, she got what she needed.

As the outlines of the theory first came to light, excited
ripples spread out from M.I.T. across the world of physics. There
was still a great deal of work to be done filling in the details,
but she had the fundamental insight down. She had stood string
theory on its head and the path lay clear to a Theory of
Everything that was also in some ways a Unified Field Theory. It
was the holy grail of physics. M.I.T. deemed it sufficiently
original to grant her a Ph.D.

Her achievement was so remarkable that top-notch investigative
reporters took an intense interest in the case. They learned from
her professors at M.I.T. that she had slept with many of them,
but no one claimed she had stolen the idea from him.

It didn't take long for them to come knocking on Cyrus's door.
His discovery wasn't as fundamentally important as Julia's, but
it had immediate practical implications that would make Cyrus a
very rich man.


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Chapter 4

Bethany and Fred Sacks trusted Cyrus with the knowledge of their
relationship, and Fred started meeting with Cyrus regularly,
guiding the boy at the formation of his company. He had to get
him at least a little familiar with the grubby grown-up details
of intellectual property, venture capital, and corporations. To
his credit, Fred took for his trouble only a 20% stake of the
initial shares of the company (secretly assigning 1/3 of that to
Bethany), leaving the remaining 80% to Cyrus.

Cyrus stepped forward when it came to naming the company. "White,
Inc." had unpleasant racial overtones, but "Cyrus Corporation"
did not.

The patent was unassailable. Proving the efficacy of the
treatment was ridiculously easy, but establishing its safety was
a somewhat longer process.

Investors had to estimate how many women and girls would want to
use it. Some investors concluded that few would become sluts for
knowledge, and they bowed out.

Others foresaw a two-step process. Artificial insemination worked
if the semen reached the cervix in under a minute, but the effect
was attenuated. They judged that many women could be convinced to
shoot some milky fluid up their vaginas without viewing
themselves as sluts. Then, the theory went, the intriguing
benefits of that first, attenuated dose would reduce their
resistance to proceeding to actual intercourse to attain the
maximum benefit. They also speculated that once stunningly
successful women like Julia Johnson revealed the source of their
success, societal attitudes would change rapidly. They were
right.

Based on the valuation of the privately held company, Cyrus at
his 19th birthday was worth $7 billion according to the most
conservative estimate.

There were a variety of intriguing possibilities for names,
including "Deep Understanding", "Teach Me", "Personal Tutor",
"Fun With a Purpose", and "Joy of Learning". It was ultimately
marketed under the name "Insta-tutor", but it was commonly known
simply as the "magic potion".

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David was Brian Robertson's younger son. He tried to concentrate
on his English. He was the star forward on the varsity basketball
team. In the old days, that would have been enough to get him a
girlfriend. It still was, and he'd had a few. But he could only
have one at a time, and the hottest girls weren't interested.

The lucky boys -- the hot boys, the ones the girls wanted -- were
the brains, like Chen. Chen fucked a different girl every day --
a different hot, sexy girl, because he had his choice. He knew
stuff, so he could teach it. Girls eagerly opened their legs and
let Chen fuck away because he could sperm their pussies and in
that same ecstatic act teach them calculus, or German, or
history.

No girls were particularly interested in basketball strategy,
sports cars, or guns, his main interests. When he did it with a
girlfriend, he could be pretty sure she wasn't taking any magic
potion.

David tried to concentrate on his English. He tried, but he fell
asleep.

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"So what's the deal, Mr. Law man? I'm supposed to fuck the hot
little detective girl. Sounds pretty good to me."

"I'm sure it's an appealing prospect. But you realize that this
'hot little detective girl' will then know just about everything
you've thought of in the past week. So if you're guilty, she'll
know it and can testify against you."

"I'm not guilty. You know that," said Sid Cabot with a small
smile.

"There's some pretty good evidence against you already, you know.
You can say you're not guilty, and for all I know you're not, but
their case is pretty good. If it goes to trial and you're
convicted, they can lock you up for 30 years. They're offering
you a deal where you can walk in 10 if you do OK in prison. I'd
consider taking it if I were you and staying as far away from the
detective girl as you can."

"Can I just refuse? It must be illegal to make me do her, isn't
it?"

"Yes, and you can refuse to give a semen sample too, but they'll
tell the jury that and let them draw their own conclusions."

"What if the detective takes my shot of sperm and finds I'm
innocent?"

"Well, then you walk, of course, if you can fuck another witness
or two to get corroboration. You're the only one who knows what
the women are going to find. But if I were you, I'd take the deal
they're offering."

Sid read up on the test. They said that if you jerked off many
time in the days before the test, they wouldn't know anything you
thought about before then. They said most people couldn't help
thinking about important things, though. But some yogis could
pull it off. And Sid was strong and disciplined. He just wouldn't
think about anything except happy things. But that was just his
back-up plan. Plan A was to stop before he came.

The setup was a little weird. They took him to a snazzy motel
room.  He was alone with the pretty detective, but they had told
him that men were outside the door listening, and she had a panic
button she could press at any time if she didn't like what he was
doing. She wore a short black dress, lacy bra and panties. She
sure was one hot chick. (She was also Fred Sacks's niece.) Nice
ass, and she let him do her like a dog. It sure felt great. He
panted as he poked into the little woman over and over again.
Fucking a cop; imagine that! It would be so easy to shoot off
inside her, but he was disciplined. He had his plan. He just
needed to pull out and say he couldn't manage to finish. But it
felt so great. Just a few more strokes...

"Give it to me, baby," she said. "Shoot it right up my pussy!"

Oh, it was tempting. He started to pull out and let his cock calm
down when she squeezed. Aw, shit, he was past the point of no
return! He still pulled out, but his cock twitched and the stuff
spurted onto the back of her thigh. She must have felt it,
because she leapt away from him. She sucked the jism from her leg
into a little syringe-like thing she produced out of nowhere.
Then she stuck it way up her pussy and pressed the plunger. It
was hot to see her so eager to get his sperm back into her body.

After a moment, she smiled at him. "I guess you're not guilty,
are you?"

It had worked! He'd kept enough bad thoughts away.

They offered him two more hot detectives to fuck. His lawyer told
him not to, but he fucked both of them, now seeing no need to
hold back. He coated their innards with his manly stuff. He was
strong and disciplined and could control his thoughts.

Maybe he should have listened to his lawyer, he reflected two
years later, as the guy in the uniform slid the needle into his
arm.

For while he'd been only an accomplice to the crime they'd
charged him with, there were those two earlier murders, and yeah,
he'd fucked 'em before he killed 'em. He hadn't managed to keep
those thoughts out of his mind completely. The first detective
had smiled at him as if she hadn't found anything incriminating,
sneaky bitch, but it was just an act. The three little detectives
he'd screwed had all given independent reports and they all
agreed. That had led them to other evidence too, of course.

"Any last words?"

"Well, I wish I hadn't killed anyone. Wish I'd listened to my
lawyer. But that second detective -- Mary, she said her name was
-- she sure was hot. Tell Mary I love her." And at the moment, he
really meant it.

Moments later, he felt himself slip into unconsciousness.

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Kyle was Brian's older son, David's big brother. In the old days,
he might have been a ski bum. But the magic potion offered him
new opportunities.

To start with, he was a stunning hunk. He'd had an endless stream
of women and had learned to be quite the lover.

His love in life was thrills and extreme sports. He climbed the
highest peaks, including Everest. He skied the most spectacular
mountains, scuba dived through inaccessible coral reefs, went
bungee jumping and paragliding.

For his new occupation, he would top off his lifetime of memories
with a couple days of intensive activity. He would then keep his
appointment with a woman who had agreed to pay him handsomely for
the service. She would drift from an orgasmic experience into the
visceral reliving of some extreme sports that she herself would
never engage in.

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Roger was Cyrus's first cousin. He lifted his eyes from his thick
electromagnetism book, leaned back in his chair and rubbed his
eyes. It was kind of interesting. He kept reading about
electromagnetism day after day, reviewing the important stuff
constantly and delving into obscure parts of the field to keep it
interesting. By this time it was his specialty. There wasn't much
point in reading other areas because the young women who were the
real students would get that from someone else.

When he started grad school, he'd had visions of becoming a great
physicist, but the new seminal instruction technology his cousin
Cyrus had created had already taken over by that time. He studied
hard, but all the girls had to do was spread their legs for some
professor and absorb his knowledge that way. The girls could
learn so much more rapidly, and not just facts but to a certain
degree the intangible mindset of the great men as well, the
mindset that allowed creativity.

So he would never be a creative mind, never really move the field
forward. He would forever teach electromagnetism. But he smiled
as he thought about his latest lesson with Meghan. Great minds
used to view teaching  as an unpleasant distraction from
research. But for men like Roger, teaching had never been so much
fun.

In theory, admission to grad school was still based entirely on
academic achievement. But part of his interview had been to fuck
three professors. It wasn't official, of course, just evening
recreation. Everyone knew that if you didn't, you'd never get
into grad school. From his semen they could judge his ability to
master material, but just as important, they could judge his
moral character and personality. Anything in a young man's past
that would upset a young woman was grounds for rejection. All off
the record, of course. Fortunately he had lived a fairly
uneventful life and was a decent person.

Surely the professors had picked up on the sexual background hum
that permeated his life ever since puberty. Every female he met
got evaluated as a potential piece of ass, not to put too fine a
point on it. But apparently just about all the young men were the
same way. It was something of a rude surprise for the women of
the world to learn how prevalent this attitude was, but they got
used to it. There had been articles written about that process of
accommodation.

But he didn't give wolf whistles or make lewd remarks, and he had
never actually groped a girl against her will. Sure, he had
dismissed many of the women who crossed his path as old or fat or
ugly, but all the guys did that, and apparently he hadn't done so
with undue disgust. He hadn't been a bully or made fun of other
boys. He hadn't tormented bugs.

They also evaluated his sexual performance. No gay man was going
to get into a top-notch grad school. He had to be able to be a
decent lover to women, even if they weren't especially
attractive.

He passed the tests -- and, oh yeah, he was pretty smart too.

He got paid grad student wages for his teaching, but as soon as
he earned his Master's degree, he'd drop out and make a decent
salary as an instructor. But the real perk of his job was the
inherent joy in the teaching.

Just about every day there was a new girl who needed one-on-one
tutoring. And these girls were generally hot. Very hot.

For women to get into a top-notch university as an undergrad,
they had to demonstrate a natural intelligence. But they also had
to be the sort of girl that would turn on a tutor. That meant
physically attractive, warm and friendly, with a strong sexual
interest in a wide variety of men. They needed to lubricate
easily, enjoy the sex act and come easily. For the truth was that
the more exciting a tutor found his student, the better he was
able to convey his knowledge to her when he inseminated her.

That was for undergraduate admissions. For a woman to get into a
top-notch grad school, the requirements on native intelligence
and intellectual achievement were greater, but she still had to
be sexy. It really helped to be a bombshell.

Intro courses were taught by men less talented than Roger. He
liked teaching grad students, but the upper-level undergrads were
more carefree and fun.

They came to his house at midnight, the conventional hour that
had emerged between tutors and students. Lovely young women
dressed provocatively showed up at his door. After some
conversation, they started making out and clothes flew off. He
kissed eager lips, nibbled ears, sucked on nipples, and fondled 
feminine curves, including small, delicate ones. By convention
all the girls waxed themselves regularly to maintain smooth,
hairless feminine parts. Sparkling eyes gazed up into his as
experienced warm mouths pleasured his cock. Before long it was
time for the real lesson, and eager legs spread wide. The girls
gave themselves some unobtrusive finger work to achieve a
quivering readiness just before the penile insertion, and then he
plunged in.

Learning worked best if he didn't hold back but just let his
animal nature take over. With wet, hot and engorged feminine
tissues right on the edge, the girls usually began coming in
seconds. He made sure he got a deep penetration before a frenzied
series of deep, primitive stabs, accompanied by animal grunting.
In no more than a minute, he let loose, spewing gobs of creamy
educational material all over the upper cunts of his sexually
satisfied students. He usually stayed engaged inside the girl
until his cock softened and then slid onto his back, happy and
spent. He welcomed the girl as she snuggled against him and then
he drifted off to sleep. He knew the girls went into a pleasant
reverie laced with electromagnetism before falling asleep
themselves.

In the morning they were gone. It would have been nice to wake up
with them, but then both of them would have wanted a reprise, and
that was no good. He needed to build up his stock of semen for
the next night's lesson with another hot, gorgeous student.

Yeah, he'd dreamed about being a great physicist. This way he
would always be a second-class citizen. But without a cervix, you
just couldn't progress very far in any field of knowledge. He
knew his place, and the consolation of an endless stream of hot,
beautiful, grateful girls in his bed was no small thing.

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"Resisting Temptation"
in _The New York Times_
by Rachel Johnson (Bethany and Julia's aunt)

A new medical procedure has been approved by federal regulators
and will be available to all women later this year. It renders a
woman permanently incapable of learning by seminal injection.
This strikes many people as strange; all a woman has to do to
avoid learning by seminal injection is not take the magic potion.
Yet the new procedure is expected to be very popular.

To learn why, listen to Amber's story.

This writer would have judged her to be an average woman all
around, in looks, personality, and educational attainment. She
isn't so easy on herself.

"I struggled to make C's in school. I didn't believe in being one
of those girls who learn by being a slut. It's against my values.
And as you can see, I'm chubby and have a horsy face."

I wouldn't have put it that way, but I could see a grain of truth
to what she said.

"So as you can imagine, I didn't get a lot of attention from the
smart and handsome guys. Not even the nice guys."

Many writers have remarked on the recent popularity of nice guys.
When dating, many women will take the magic potion when sex is
likely. Even before the man's ecstasy has faded or his breathing
returned to normal, she will learn the essentials of his
character. If it is unappealing, that will be the end of the
relationship. Good character is the hot new commodity.

Many men will insist on using condoms and make sure their seed
and their secrets stay their own. That would seem to be a good
thing; in the old days a man who religiously used a condom was a
responsible partner. But now the nagging question becomes: does
he have something to hide?

Amber's story continues. "I really wanted a man, and I knew I'd
be better off not knowing what went on in his head. He could keep
his secrets and I'd keep mine. Then George came along and asked
me out. As you might expect, he wasn't brilliant or handsome or
Mr. Congeniality. I told him flat out that I didn't want to know
any of his secrets. I told him I knew all the goody two-shoes
were marrying the smart, pretty girls. He seemed relieved, and
confessed that his thoughts and his past might leave a lot to be
desired."

George noted politely that condoms made sex a lot less fun for
him. After several dates they mutually agreed she'd go on the
pill instead. Amber swore she'd never take the magic potion. They
got married.

"Everything went well for a while. He had a steady job and was a
good provider. Sure, the honeymoon faded. We had our squabbles.
But we were both happy when I got pregnant."

As often happens, the arrival of a new baby stressed the
marriage.

"He didn't always come home right after work. I began wondering
if he was having an affair. Then when I'd be in the drug store,
the magic potion was always there on the shelf. It would be so
simple. All I'd have to do was buy it. He'd never know. But I'd
promised him I wouldn't."

But whenever they had a fight she found herself tempted again.

"One night he didn't come home. He called to say he was too drunk
and was staying with a friend. The next day the package in the
drug store got so tempting. I held off for another week, but then
when he was still distant and grumpy I just couldn't resist. I
told myself he'd never know because I'd just never tell him
anything I learned -- unless he was being untrue to me."

Things didn't turn out the way she planned.

"I was so tired those days, mostly I just did sex for his sake,
and this was no exception. I was also nervous because I'd broken
my word and taken the potion. Then it happened."

Amber pauses, pain on her face as she recalls the memories.

"He wasn't kidding about having bad stuff in his past. He'd been
a bully in school, and he'd tormented his little sister. I think
you'd say he sexually abused her, but that wasn't the worst of
it. He made her life miserable. When I thought about it later I
realized his own father abused him and his mother was a weird,
cold woman. But I didn't see that at the time. What really stung
was that he thought I was a dog. He knew he was no great shakes
himself and I was the best he was going to do. He liked me OK,
but not far below the surface he always thought I was very
unattractive. I knew it too, of course, but it's easy to fool
yourself, you know? I mean, we were making love, and it was fun.
That meant he found me attractive, right? Wrong. Well, right and
wrong. He wanted sex a lot more than I did, and he liked it. That
counts for a lot, now I think about it."

I asked her if he was having an affair.

"Well, he had been untrue a few months before. He was drunk and
had a sad, quick little encounter with a woman just as drunk as
he was. And that made my blood boil, of course. But thinking
about it later, I realized he felt miserable and guilty about it.
If I'd been thinking, I would have realized that was the most
important thing. He really wanted to be true to me, and the
exception kind of proved the rule, you know? And he really had
just been drunk that other night. He couldn't face coming home
and having me nag at him. I really was a nag; I could have done a
lot better."

I asked her what happened.

"I burst into tears right there in bed. I'd sworn he'd never know
I'd taken the magic potion, but that didn't last five minutes. He
felt guilty because he knew he'd betrayed me. Things got really
cold after that, and a month later he moved out. We got divorced
and now I'm squeaking by on child support and minimum wage work
at the Stop and Shop."

Then she got wistful. "But you know, the thing is, I think my
betrayal was the worse one. I'd promised I wouldn't look into his
mind, and I did. And I found just what I had said at the
beginning I didn't want to find out."

I asked her if she would have felt different if he had been
cheating.

"Not really. Maybe it's easier to say now that I'm all alone. But
he was coming home at night. The paycheck was always there to pay
the bills. He wasn't beating me or anything. He really liked
little Jimmy, and it was nice to watch them together. Sometimes
we all had fun together."

I probed further. What if he'd left her in a few years?

"Well, so he'd have left. What did I gain by throwing him out
sooner without giving him a fair chance?"

If she regretted her decision, would she ever take him back?

"I've thought about it. If I could somehow not know what I
learned, I think I would. But I can't. I can just watch his
sister crying and crying and him feeling happy about it. I can't
make that memory go away. He said he regrets it, and that's why
he was thinking about it, but that's still not enough somehow. I
think our thoughts were meant to stay in our own heads."

I told her about the new procedure, and she didn't hesitate a
moment.

"I'd have had it in a flash. No question. I would have done it
before we got married. I'd have done it right after he didn't
come home for the night. I knew taking the potion was bad, but I
just couldn't stop myself. I'd encourage every woman to get one,
at least if she's going to get married."

So that's one woman's testimony. She would have paid anything to
remove the temptation. And she'd have had the doctor give George
proof too.

Of course, things are always changing. Scientists are already
thinking about a way to reverse the procedure in case women
change their minds. And in turn other scientists are thinking
about ways of improving the procedure so it can't be reversed.
Most of the scientists I talked to thought that the
irreversibility will win out in the end.

There's the other solution. A lot of men just keep using condoms,
over and over without fail. Some relent when they're actually
trying to start a baby, but others freeze their sperm and thaw it
out later, when it can start babies but doesn't have any memories
left in it.

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"The Bubble in Women's Science"
Rachel Johnson, _The New York Times_

After a  decade of "the potion" becoming an over-the-counter
drug, we women have every right to feel proud. There have been
dramatic strides forward in everything on earth that requires
thinking, and it's all been due to women.

In the bad old days, sexism was everywhere. Men had the top jobs
and they colluded to keep the women out. Slowly, step by step,
things were changing for the better. Not fast enough, but they
were changing.

The magic potion turned the world upside down overnight. Women
who were willing to take charge of their own sexuality for their
own ends learned what the best male minds thought and even
absorbed their habits of thinking. Privately, a lot of the
emerging women geniuses were impressed at how sharp and able
those men were when they could experience a version of it
directly. Yet it made sense; no one had ever said that men were
*less* talented than women.

Armed with the knowledge of multiple top men in any given field,
the women surged ahead, outpacing their male colleagues (except
certain areas of mathematics, for reasons that remain unclear).

Once the secret was out, many men responded by keeping their
semen and thus their knowledge to themselves. Others gave in to
the new rampant cross-pollination in the spirit of scientific
inquiry. Others shared their knowledge when the potential student
was sufficiently alluring.

Thereby hangs another tale, how the rise of women in all fields
of endeavor has been accompanied by terrible losses in terms of
"lookism". As in the past, women are judged by their appearance
and rewarded accordingly. The rewards now are immeasurably
greater than anything achievable before, but the smart women who
are also beautiful and hot are the ones making it to the top.

Women have risen to the top not just in the academic world, but
in industry and finance. We are even making inroads in politics.
Women are still a minority of office-holders, but they are more
influential behind the scenes. Politicians' wives tend to buy a
lot of magic potion.

It's been an easy ride. All we women have to do is let the great
men penetrate us and deliver their sperm -- their deepest and
most powerful desire to begin with. We have to study, sure. We
work. But we don't slave the way we all used to. No poring over
journals for tedious hours on end.

But this sudden surge is not sustainable. It may take years for
the structural weaknesses to undermine progress, but they are
already at work.

First, great men tend to be older. Then they die. Before they
die, they become impotent. Before they become impotent, many tend
to lose the urgency of desire.

Second, younger men are demoralized. They can see that they're
second class citizens and always will be. Sure, many of them
study hard, wanting to succeed and drawn to the opportunity to
share their knowledge in such a pleasurable fashion with the
up-and-coming, sexy women. But that ferocious drive to discover,
to go beyond what is known, to get there first -- it's largely
missing.

And what is the motivation to go that extra yard to learn the
very latest developments? If they succeed, they'll get to teach
them to women who are no younger than 30. Selected for brilliance
at that elite level, their looks tend towards the average. By
sticking to safer subjects, men get to instruct women in their
20s, women who are far more numerous and where beauty is heavily
favored. Yes, the young women have native smarts, but there is
plenty of room to admit only the gorgeous to elite institutions.
The very sharpest women are few and have the range of appearance
of all women. What man wants to study a difficult subject for six
months so he can teach what he knows to a half dozen not-so-young
women of average appearance when he can study less and teach
hundreds of nubile, gorgeous young things?

Another reason why men are going to be less effective is more
controversial. Men entering grad school are selected to be
reasonably 'nice', so disturbing thoughts and memories don't
interfere with the learning process, either directly or by
upsetting the students. By selecting for "nice" men, we're
rejecting most of the alpha males. Very often it was the rude,
obnoxious, and selfish men who were the most driven and turned
out to make the most original contributions. Saying that we're
choosing wimpy, ineffectual men to be our teachers is surely an
exaggeration, but there is also a grain of truth to it.

We women have made great strides by tapping into the minds of
accomplished, brilliant, driven men. But we have been much less
successful in tapping into each other's minds, because that of
course has to be done the old-fashioned way. It's laborious and
tedious, like it always was. The ease of sexual learning spoils
us.

If nothing is done, this current surge of creativity in all areas
of endeavor will tail off. Women will still predominate, because
up through the undergraduate level, we get to imbibe through our
vaginas the thoughts and thought patterns of many very smart men.
But we will have to collaborate with each other to make progress
at the cutting edge of our fields of expertise, and all signs are
that that will be as slow a process as it was in the old days.
Political considerations, striving for recognition and promotion,
beating out the other guy -- all were feature of the old system.
Some feminists used to claim that women were by nature more
cooperative, and if they ran the world people would work together
more harmoniously. To that, all we have to say is: Ha! Women may
on the whole be more cooperative, but the ones who are driven to
be the best have all those same failings as the men they've
replaced.

There are reasonable measures we can take. We can pay men more to
master the most complex subjects. We can reward them with sexual
access to the very hottest women on earth -- something which in
the new era no longer smacks of prostitution as much as it would
have before. We can honor them and give them accolades. We could
promise that any secrets their sperm reveals will stay private.

And we could let the mean, crude, and obnoxious men study and
teach us too; we women could perhaps just learn to absorb the
disgusting crud lurking in the minds of some men with equanimity.
We've already learned to absorb in detail the fact that most men
really are at some level thinking of women as pieces of meat all
the time. Female voices point out that the crud lurking in the
minds of some women is just as disgusting, though that is little
comfort to an individual sweet and innocent woman. The fact that
she would in a different world have to absorb vile thoughts from
women doesn't make it any easier to absorb them from men in this
actual world.

But none of those measures can replace that almost fanatical
drive to dominate.  Even with the most strenuous efforts, men
will never be able to grasp the most advanced concepts -- the
poor creatures are doomed to whatever mental habits their own
solitary brains can come up with. Women will have to teach each
other the old-fashioned way.

If the magic potion technology could be enhanced in some fashion
to allow female to female transmission, the possibilities would
be limitless, but prospects are dim. Semen is just very
complicated stuff, and women do not have prostate glands. The
possibility of male to male transmission is slightly more likely,
but cervixes are very sensitive instruments, and no men have them
(the nose is very sensitive to chemical structure, but not in the
right way). No existing transgendered individuals have both a
cervix and prostate gland that are intact and 100% natural.
Efforts to create such individuals confront huge scientific
barriers, not to mention the ethical concerns.

The truth is that going back to the amphibians, if not before,
male and female are complementary, in a constant dance of
competition and cooperation. Evolution favored male strategies to
change female behavior (bonding to them alone, for instance), and
favored female strategies to resist this and to instead decipher
male motives (will he stay and help raise the baby?). The
brilliant Cyrus White found that far more information is encoded
in semen than evolution ever 'intended'. The discovery has
launched women into positions of dominance, partially redressing
the millenia in which men dominated. Men may now be in some sense
the helpmeets of society's top women, but their help is
essential.

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Bethany married Fred Sacks. She was curious and frequently
invited men to teach her new subjects intimately. Fred Sacks
continued to teach high school math, both in the classroom and by
way of private lessons. It was a typical marriage in the new age.
They had no children.

Cyrus married Anne. He was remarkably disciplined in two ways.

He started as CEO of his company. But before long, he recognized
that talented women could do the job better than he ever could
and retreated to Chairman of the Board, and then religiously kept
his vow not to let it occupy more than one day a week. The rest
of his time he devoted to biochemical research. He never made
another discovery on a par with the magic potion, but he did
solid work at the National Center for Disease Control.

Second, he never 'taught' a woman other than Anne, staying
faithful to her for his entire life. Women and girls fell all
over him for three reasons: fame, riches, and knowledge. He
rejected all advances with quick finality.

Anne was just as faithful, though she certainly could have
learned a great deal if she chose. She raised four children. They
were both content to live a modest lifestyle, though she usually
employed a nanny.

She spent most of her time working to give away their immense
fortune to worthy causes.

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