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.
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?"
"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.
"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.
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.
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.
"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.
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.