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Subject: NEW, intro.- pt. 1: "The Nose Knows" (Mf cons het) (slow to develope)
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usual disclaimer: be of age to read; pure fiction; no reposting for
profit; property of the author.
authors note: no sex until part 2, but you may find it's a 'interesting'
read. YOUR comments are alwys part of my decisions. (Oh, apologies
up-front for the 'lack of incest. LoL)
"The Nose Knows!" ~oafish
intro.
The howl from the other room brought me instantly wide awake... again!
*"Eeeeeeiiii-YA-A-Hhhhhhh! Fill me U-U-up!"*
Wild grunts and squeals accompanied my confusion as I rolled off the
lumpy old couch and scrabbled, half awake in mortified shock, to stuff
my few possessions in my bookbag. Still dressed from the night
before, I scrunched into my shoes as the gasping and growling escalaed,
and fled through the door with a little sob catching in my throat.
Tangled hair was masking the tears streaming down my cheeks, I glanced
at my watch while trying to get my bearings.
_'No time to eat or clean up... Ten minutes to get to my first class,'_
flashed through my mind; followed immediately by, _'The *bastard!*'
I had every reason to be upset. My first day at Jr. College was a
complete disaster! While he hadn't openly lied to me, my
boyfriend... DAMN HIM... *EX-boyfriend!*... hadn't had the guts to tell
me the truth. He'd just let me walk in on it last night, with all my
assumptions hanging out!
I'd thought that I was such a lucky girl back in high school. I mean...
*I had a college student for a boyfriend!* We'd made such marvelous
plans for when I graduated! We'd share an apartment while we both
went to Jr. College; help each other with our studies; have a little
'home' for the two of us; plan out our lives together. My little bit
of money made the rent possible. ...And that wasn't all I'd willingly
given him! Feeling sure that this was really love, I'd let him play
with *all* of me! I'd even been happy about it when he'd taken my
cherry with his finger... that proved he was as committed as I was!
I'd even swallowed when he demanded that I suck his cock! I'd even
promised that we'd 'do it'... 'for real'... once I'd moved away from
home!
I was all excited... hungrily looking forward to finally making love...
when I'd nervously parked the car out front late last night and run up
the steps. It had been a long drive that I'd spent happily giggling to
myself in anticipation. I was already hot! My panties felt damp, and
I was fiddling with the buttons on my blouse as I quietly opened the
front door.
There 'she' was... bare-assed *naked!*
"Hi! ...come ON in! ...Get your clothes off 'n pile on!" ...or something
like that! She was fuckin' him! _MY boyfriend!_
...And she wanted me to fuck 'em both! He was just laying in bed with a
big ol' hardon, and a huge ol' grin! My heart fell to the pit of my
stomach... I'd just stood there, unable to move, or think, or say
anything... just feeling clammy-cold all over! Her stuff was all
over the place.
*She was living there!... with MY boyfriend!*
And they both just expected me to happily jump in bed with the two of
them! When I got over the shock and told her that she was history,
they had both just laughed at me!
"A man has needs," he said. "She's not a little prude like you...
she *likes* screwin'! If you aren't going to be part of 'us'...
well... there's the couch... and the door in the morning!"
part 1
Somehow, between the door and my car, I'd managed to at least get my
hair under control and my tears wiped from my face before I blundered to
my eight o'clock class. I spent the whole period with my mind
jumping from the anger and disappointment of last night... to the scared
feelings in my empty gut... _'Where was I going to go?! How was I going
to live?!'_ The class was totally beyond me.
I was in a fog of self-absorbed confusion... But yet, there was an
energy in the lecture hall that continued to creep through and fill me
with excitement! My ears picked up on a pounding of frustration and
anger. The very air sizzled with emotion! I found myself staring
at the lecturer, not hearing or understanding a word he was saying, I
was perched on the edge of my seat... squirming! A part of me was
completely captivated and enthralled by the dance!
Wild-looking, with grey-and-white hair that had been a 'tasteful' if
somewhat longish cut at the beginning of the hour, waved and flew in
every direction as the gnarled old man energetically strutted and
capered about the lectern. The bright, piercing gleam of his eyes
flashed from beneath the unkempt thickets of his eyebrows. Maniacally
waving his arms, he pounded his fists as he punctuated his almost
demonic discourse. Suddenly thrusting an accusing finger toward this
student or that, his loosened tie askew and his rumpled shirt
threatening to fly from the waistband of his stained slacks, he roared
from beneath his tobacco-stained, walrus mustache!
"You call these things on my feet 'Athletic Shoes'! As certain as I
am, that at sixty-three years old... I am NOT 'athletic'!... I'm certain
that they've been mislabelled to deceive! Play upon the consumer's
fallactious egos with the goal of increasing sales! As with all
things, packaging and pretense over-ride common sense and the evidence
of our senses!"...
"It is a fantasy that you are told to buy! A completely ficticious
dream-world of houses, cars, clothes, foods, ...and, oh yes, 'needed
conveniences' and 'necessary entertainment' that is paraded,
tantalizingly, before your wallets!"...
He stopped, balanced on his toes, glaring up at us all!
"Your very dreams, hopes and desires are being manipulated! 'You 'need'
to look, drive, eat, smell... _This Way..._, to be 'popular',
'successful', 'complete'!"...
"In the name of profit you are told what to think... how to feel... Your
choices are made for you! Last year's car is suddenly inadequate! Your
clothes, though warm enough, don't put you at the forefront of the
'latest'! Hell... your body doesn't even match today's 'necessary
optimal standards of perfection'!"...
He was madly pacing from one side of the room to the other!
"Your entire life-style, life, even your mate... is _*pre-chosen for
you*_... by some damned think-tank of advertising ghurus whose only real
concern is the bending of your values and senses to eleviate the
unfashionable bulge in your bank account!"...
"Your eyes and ears have been trained by a life-long bombardment of
sophisticated communication manipulation! You cannot trust that which
you percieve... your conscious mind is no longer capable of delivering
'truth'! All that is left... is *learning to trust the
sub-conscious!*"...
..*"The Nose Knows!"*
"I want you to remember...," and wildly gesturing he cavorted about the
front of the hall, spinning, whirling, pumping his fist while he sort of
chanted.
"...Follow your nose!
"The mind, your thoughts, do not rule the needs of your genes!...
"In the matter of a mate, you *are*predestined!..
"Your flesh will find it's match! They used to call it 'fate'!...
"Now, 'science' can show us just what will make your very soul cream!...
"To struggle against all of this by imposing your mental 'will'...
"...Your 'intellectually' thought out preferances...
"Will imperil and destroy the 'ease' of your life's dance!"...
The entire class was frozen in silence. My mouth was dry as I figetted
in my seat. He stomped a foot and waved a finger high above his head!
"The unheeded disappointment of your genetic, corporal requirements
*invariably* leads to an unbalanced, stressful imposition...
"A woeful, joyless, self-hateful, unrecognizable condition...
"A love-sucking, confusing, energy depleting depression...
"An unwarented maelstorm of a life-long battle against uncalled-for,
totally unnecessary dispair! ....if not down right insanity!
"...And WHY?"
He spun about... flung his arms wide... and in his madly dishevelled,
wide spread stance... bellowed through his perspiration beaded glare!
"It's all about your refusal to be cogniscant... to attune yourselves...
to the subtle, flowing freedom of your *individual* genetic
disposition!...
"It's all about total honesty... *to yourself!*...
"....and training yourself to recognize, understand, and *trust* that
which is often called 'intuitive', or 'gut' responses!"...
The rumpled sack of the old man lowered his arms to his sides. His
tangled hair hid his bowed face for a moment... before his quiet, yet
powerful voice rang off the walls.
"Follow your nose! The Pherenome Knows!"
Somehow, I'd felt a sense of relief moving through my intellectual
confusion. I was wondering if I was in the right class. Was this a
lecture about 'science'? ...'psychology'? ...had I witnessed a
'performance piece'? ...was this a 'poetry class'? ...'philosophy'?
..maybe even 'theology'?? ...'modern dance' seemed unlikely, yet...?!?
I had no idea... my first day at Jr. College, and all I could be sure of
were the facts that: I was hopelessly screwed up; I was panting with an
dull ache in my chest; I had been 'swept-away' by what I'd just
witnessed; ...and *my panties were soaking wet!*
The professor just quietly stood there with his fists jammed deep into
the pockets of his baggy pants. The stunned silence was finally broken
by a self-conscious smattering of applause and his snorted one
syllable.... "Har-rumph!"
As he began gathering his notes at the lectern, he offhandly commented
that we were out of time for the day, but that he would entertain any
questions in his office, beginning at four p.m.
"Write them down and turn them in, _signed_, on your way out of class."
Without intending to, I'd scrabbled down the first thing to come to
mind, and found myself floating amongst a whole gaggle of other
wide-eyed girls, to thrust my note in his gnarled old hands. As our
eyes met, they momentarily seemed to lock, before he gathered up the
pile of unread notes and absentmindedly turning, shambled out the
door...
..*and I felt myself unaccountably blushing!*