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Chapter One

Getting head from the smartest girl I ever knew remained a turn-on, even after a couple of years of it. Rebecca was an overachiever in all fields of endeavor, unless it came to me and the bedroom. Then she was a c-plus student at best. Still, considering I was way out of her league when we met and that disparity has only grown, I got enough pleasure from being with Rebecca that it didn’t take much to get me off. 

On paper, she was perfect. She was in graduate school, about to tack another three letters on the end of her last name, a last name that was bound to be mine if I played my cards right. And, given the fact that Rebecca was on her knees in front of the sofa while I buried my fingers in her luxurious black hair, guiding her mouth onto my pole at just the right speed and angle for a quick climax, I’d say I was playing my cards just right.

I met her in college, back when I was still waffling between a history degree and something even less useful, before I finally gave up trying to simply get by when I knew I was just going to nd up falling into middle management at one of my dad’s plants. Not such a bad fate. Steady salary, and it was going to be damn difficult to get fired from such a position. 

Rebecca, on the other hand, came from nothing. Her folks were poor, typical folks who didn’t know how to manage their money, and so had little when it came time to put their three daughters through school. With Rebecca they ha dit easy. She was whip-smart in high school, too. While her parents had been farting away their time, Rebecca was preparing for all of them. She had a scholarship lined up while she was a junior in high school. When she left for college, I got the impression she wasn’t in much hurry to get back. Despite her parents best efoorts to wreck her future, Rebecca’s looked bright indeed.

With a keen mind, she fell into the sciences quickly, and found she had an agile mind that lent well to medicine and diagnosis in particular. She was like that TV doctor with the busted leg, only not a pill addict, and way hotter in tight jeans. 

Perhaps that was the most remarkable thing about Rebecca. She was not only responsible and smart, and all the things the rest of the things her family wasn’t, she was one of the most naturally pretty girl I’d ever met, too.

Maybe not the most stacked, but who was going to complain about her modest cup size when she had a long and curvy body, with an ass that came from morning runs and a wide and easy smile that put you at ease as soon as you saw it. And that smart, sexy girl was currently gulping down the load she’d drawn out of me. She had her eyes squeezed shut, and she actually showed some enjoyment when she sucked my dick, which I liked. I’d dated girls who treated blowjobs like latrine duty.

Rebecca was the kind of girl who believed in ‘womanly responsibilities.’ While she was a very smart, maybe even brilliant, overachiever, she also grew up in the kind of family where the women stayed at home and the men did all the bread-winnin’. I think she felt guilty about how smart she was, how she was clearly the one on the upswing, career-wise, in the relationship. I was going to land on my feet and be just fine, thanks to Dad’s hard work, but I didn’t possess the ambition that she did, the attitude that might make the fact that she was almost certainly going to be paid more than me was not an issue. But still, Rebecca made a point to do some of the cooking, and she liked getting dolled up for me on birthdays and the anniversaries we shared. She liked being the woman in our relationship, and that suited me just fine. To be honest, without that insecurity inside her, I probably wouldn’t have made it this far with her.

“I can’t believe I blew you before class,” she laughed, wiping her mouth. I kissed her while she was still on her knees between my legs. It wasn’t often I had her in such a submissive pose, and I liked her like that.

“I thought it was one of the friendlier good mornings I’ve had in a while. Busy day?”

And now she was up. Rattling off the lectures, notes, papers, research groups, lab time, and journaling she would be doing throughout the day. Another jam-packed schedule, another day of accomplishment for Rebecca Dunlevy, and another day of me goofing off around campus while I waited for graduation to roll around.

We met for lunch, and I get a few minutes of grope time with her while she ate a sandwich over an opened book on the human circulatory system. Nothing says romance like peanut butter and jelly and a map of the major blood pathways. Still, we laughed, and I nibbled her neck while she tried to study. Such was our game. Rebecca had things to do, and I did my best to distract her from those things.

When she was gone again and I was left to my own devices, I went to Carl, the closest guy friend I had left. Maybe I had a type or something, because Carl was sort of the male equivalent of Rebecca. He came from a background of modest means, and he worked hard every day to make the most of his acute thinking. Where Rebecca liked medicine, Carl Peaks was all about research. And so I found him in the belly of the science building worrying over a microscope while my girlfriend was off somewhere in a lecture hall learning all the vagaries of the human body. I was content to find someone else to distract for the short term.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. The estimable Doctor Peaks, as he would soon be known, was flitting between notes and his microscope, then to a wall filled by cages. Inside were rodents, mostly rats, that served as test subjects in whatever study he was working on now. 

“I got bored and Rebecca is in class. I was wondering if I could talk you into a beer and a burger.”

“It doesn’t look like I’m working, too?”

“Now that you mention it…”

I think Carl wore the lab coat for effect rather than for any practical use, but he did look good with the coat swirling around him when he moved with such a frantic pace. Beneath that were brown paints and a striped button-up that made him look like the height of fashion in 1978. 

I was a pretty good-looking guy by all accounts, and maybe that was one of the myriad reasons I ‘didn’t apply myself’ when it came to work and study. Since most things came easily to me, I assumed they always would. But for a guy like Carl, he’d always be a few steps behind. Not only did his oversized brain make him a little bit shy around people he could easily tell were his mental inferiors, but that isolation left him with few social graces. He didn’t know how to dress himself in anything that wasn’t business casual. His wardrobe was almost entirely polo shirts and dress shirts for work and school, a few brown pairs of shoes to match his earth-tone ensembles. I liked the guy a lot, but a wingman he was not. 

Still, he made me laugh and he didn’t give me a hard time about being a poor little rich boy, so we got along. I was disappointed when he refused my offer of some greasy food and cheap beer at The Brary across the street, but then I fatefully asked what he was working on.

“I actually think you might like this one.”

“Oh?” At that moment, he was dead wrong. I was barely listening, already regretting asking the question.

“It’s strong enough for a man, but made for a woman,” he said, and laughed in his self-indulgent way that told me that was some kind of joke meant exclusively for Carl. He finally came back to me when he saw that I was close to leaving him alone with his microscope slides and notebooks. “It’s a pill. Like this one.”

I watched him stretch rubber gloves over his hands and remove a round pink pill from a jar of them. The jar was glass and unlabeled, the kind of thing you might see in the back shelves of a pharmacy, well away from sticky fingers. He held the thing between two fingers, like it represented some breakthrough in pill technology or something.

“So, what does it do?”

“It was supposed to be an aid in women who experience early onset menopause, or who have trouble conceiving. That was the hypothesis, anyway. Did you ever hear the story of Viagra?”

“The dick pill?” At least I was interested now.

“The very one. Did you know that the discovery of Viagra was a complete accident?”

“Oh yeah? It’s interesting, I guess-”

“The pill was original developed to treat heart pain and fight high blood pressure. Turns out, the pill did a better job of making men get boners than solving the problems it was designed for.”

Now I was sitting down across from Carl, encouraging him with my rapt attention.

“Just like our little pill here. It was supposed to help with some symptoms of women’s aging, or for fertility. Instead, this little beauty ramps everything up to eleven.”

“I don’t understand,” I prompted.

“Like makes any woman go crazy. Completely horny. And it juices their whole body. At least with the test subjects.”

“You mean rats?”

He shrugged. “Human trials won’t be for a while, but I can’t wait to see the results. It could be as big for women as Viagra was for men. I could have your family’s kind of money.”

While he was fantasizing about his stacks of pharmaceutical cash, I was thinking more about the immediate effects. 

“What are the side effects? I mean, are these pills dangerous?”

“Dangerous? No. Without doing human trials you can’t be sure, but it’s a pretty harmless cocktail. You might get some extra hair growth or something, but it’s mostly an estrogen booster. Only a really, really good one.”

I managed to pace my way around the edge of the lab table, slowly working my way between Carl and the jar of pills. He was going into all the ways the pill was almost certainly benign in its effects while I was slowly reaching behind and plucking one of the pink pills from the jar to my back pocket. The thing was so small, it was hard to believe that they were for people. Maybe they were rodent-sized, I wondered, and the desired effect would be lost. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

“Look, Carl, this is all very exciting. Do me a favor, before you go to market, be sure to give me a call. I might like to invest. Assuming everything works like you say it will.” And I’d know for sure in my own time. 

After excusing myself, I jogged up the steps in the science building to the main floor, where the dim lighting and asthmatic researchers gave way to pretty coeds and smiling faces emptying out of the halls and into the sunshine of teh day beyond. I was wept in the tide of bodies moving between classes, and I transferred the pink pill into my front pocket. I kept my hands there all the way to my car, paranoid that the pill would jog its way out of my pocket somehow. 

But when I returned to the parking lot and removed my hand, the pill was gone. All that was left was pink circle in the palm of my hand. 

“Fuck!” I hissed. I turned in a circle, looking at the ground, like the pill might have slipped out with my hand, but I knew what had happened. It was a warm day, after all. I’d gripped the pill so tight, the damn thing dissolved into my skin, leaving behind only a rosy stain. 

I considered for a moment going back to Carl’s lab, duping him out of another pill or two, but I honestly didn’t want the guy to get in trouble if someone started asking about missing pills. He was right. If they worked as he said, they could make a fortune, and Carl was my contact into the project. I wasn’t going to make any more trouble for the guy if I didn’t have to. Besides, the whole thing had been a goof, a prank.

Resigned, I left campus for home.