Chapter 1: Introduction
Dr. James Carter stood. Silence fell. The auditorium's air felt heavy, like a warm, moist blanket wrapping itself around his chest, suffocating him ever so slightly. In his right hand, he held the remote control for his PowerPoint slideshow. But he would not need it to teach this class. Nor would they learn anything from a slideshow, he feared. Not today. He adjusted his glasses, feeling the weight of the thick lenses resting on his nose. Time to turn the classroom upside down.
"So much for the Planet Earth slide," he joked, holding up the remote. The students remained stunned. "Oh, come now," Dr. Carter encouraged, his voice filled with warmth, "let's shake things up a bit."
Not a single student in the room even looked like they were faking attention anymore. Everyone had a dull look in their eyes, as if agonizingly waiting for the clock to stop existing. Dr. Carter sighed. It seemed like the university's new hires were given the rawest deals when handed out their classes.
"We interrupt this tedious talk to bring you a real show," Dr. Carter broke the silence. "As a psychologist, I've made a unique discovery about the human organism that I must share with you. You see, I can induce an orgasm using just one tool."
No one believed him or thought it part of some elaborate setup for a prank.
Dr. Carter slowly swung his right arm out, the muscles in his forearm flexing and stretching before snapping his fingers. He made sure to stare at the back of the wall, pretending to concentrate and give the action a sense of gravity, even if the sickening crunch his fingers caused was anything but.
Nothing happened, the bored silence continued, no sounds, no energy in the room. Slowly, some of the jocks in the back of the room began to pack their bags, some mumbling about skipping class, some began to leave.
Shortly, out of a room of 30 students, only two remained.
Lucy Thompson, a young, attractive student with her shiny golden locks cascading about her thin shoulders, rested in the second row.
Sarah Johnson, on the other hand, sat front and center, her long legs crossed calmly, a sneer on her painted lips. Sarah was known for her boldness, confidently pushing boundaries and talking back, never backing down from a confrontation.
Both of these women knew that Dr. Carter was world renown in clinical sexuality. They knew something was afoot.
"well? Are you going to leave like the rest of these clowns?" Dr. Carter asked, his eyes locked on the two pupils, feigning mild anger.
Lucy fidgeted in her seat, her breath hitched, and she scanned the room. Sarah put her elbows on the desk, a hand behind her ear, and smirked.
"You don't believe me? You think it's all for show? Fine, leave." Carter shrugged. "It looks like I've scared every other chicken-hearted pu--y out of the room."
Lucy looked scandalized, but Sarah leaned back in her chair and folded her arms.
"Show me," Sarah challenged.
Dr. Carter asked, "are you sure about that?"
Sarah Johnson, her smirk unwavering, waved her hand dismissively at Carter. Lucy Thompson, on the other hand, sank into her chair, like a shipwrecked sailor in the depths of the ocean.
Carter's kind eyes met Sarah's defiant gaze, and he couldn't help but admire her audacity. He held her stare for a beat before his face broke into a mischievous smile.
He shook his head, clicking his tongue, turned away from Sarah and faced Lucy.
He reached for his glasses and slowly slipped them off, tucking the thick frames into the front pocket of his shirt.
"Alright then, Miss Johnson," he said, a note of authority in his voice, a rare quality in the otherwise accommodating professor.
Dr. Carter dialed his ability all the way down to the tingling energy needed, just enough to create a spark of intimate desire in Sarah.
"Hmm, let's see if this works." Carter mused aloud. In one fluid motion, he flicked his wrist and snapped his fingers.
He focused his attention on Sarah, intensifying his gaze. Her face flushed with something that resembled desire, and her heart raced uncontrollably. Sarah's eyes flared, her lips parted, and her body stiffened. She inhaled sharply, almost painfully.
The first sensation to course through Sarah's body was the spreading warmth that seemed to erupt from her core. It was unlike anything Sarah had ever experienced before, and she couldn't help but arch her back, a whimper escaping her open mouth.
The teeniest of tiny orgasms, a mere whisper of ecstasy spread deep within Sarah, like a shivering desire that wanted more, to build, to shatter. She craved more.
Lucy bit her lower lip so hard she feared she would draw blood.
She had never been in this state of arousal, not even during her fumbling sexual encounters with her inconsiderate boyfriend from the football team. Lucy wondered what it felt like what a real orgasm felt like. This was a cruel tease, and her eyes narrowed at the man, daring him to do more.
Lucy deeply wanted him to do the same to her, but she couldn't find the words to break her self-imposed silence. She didn't even truly understand what had happened.
Carter stared at Sarah, the orgasm did little to her exterior, but her cheeks flushed, and a faint sheen of sweat gleamed on her forehead. She wasn't even aware she had arched her back.
"Like it?" Carter's tone was low and soft, his lips curved in a wicked smile.
Sarah was speechless. Orgasms were things that happened in private, in unlit rooms, with a boy she barely loved. Not in a lecture hall, in front of people who were only moments ago practically strangers.
Sarah looked to Lucy. The young woman sat in the same seat—her posture still rigid, a death glare aimed at Dr. Carter.
Sarah talked to Lucy, "you've got to try it, Lucy. It's unlike anything you've ever experienced before."
Carter smiled, the corner of his eyes crinkling at his sweet victory.
"I'll do it," Lucy muttered, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Carter asked with a deep sense of caring, "Are you sure?"
His eyes were a piercing, intense blue, and Lucy found herself lost in them. The energy in the room changed. The atmosphere seemed to thicken, heavy with a charged tension that Lucy felt in every single nerve of her body.
Lucy nodded, her pupils wide with anticipation.
Carter could clearly tell she was sexually repressed, so he dialed his power down to make this a gentle, invigorating release for the girl instead of an overwhelming crescendo that could possibly traumatize her.
The doctor snapped his finger once more, locking eyes with Lucy as if trying to give her strength and confidence. Her body quivered involuntarily as a soft hum left her lips. Inside, her insides ached, throbbed, and radiated with the most harmonious sensation she'd ever experienced.
She didn't even orgasm like kids who masturbated to racy pictures or experimented with each other. Instead, it felt as if something inside of her just awakened—as if Lucy Thompson had shaken the dust off a dormant, blooming flower inside of her and brought it to life.
Lucy sat there aroused for the first time, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her body limp and lightheaded. She couldn't help but wriggle her hips, feeling an insatiable desire for more.
It frightened and excited her at the same time. She'd never experienced such a raw, unadulterated emotional and physical reaction to a man before. Her eyes closed, and her face flushed with heat as she bit her lower lip.
Sarah knew Lucy was utterly naïve when it came to experiencing pleasure. Slowly, she leaned forwards, crawled over to Lucy like a predator hunting its prey, and reached out to brush tangled strands of golden hair from Lucy's damp forehead.
"There's more to feel," Sarah murmured, her voice soft, but laced with desire.
Both women turned their eyes towards the professor. Their bodies hummed, as if they'd been touched gently by a barely-felt breeze—a tease almost unnoticed, yet undeniably there.
Sarah swallowed, and her eyes flared with something akin to a desperate intrigue. Her mouth opened, but she seemed to struggle for words.
Both women asked, "More?"
Their bodies pulsed rhythmically, a reminder of their shared unique experience in Dr. Carter's lecture hall. Sarah reached out her hand, grazing Lucy's thigh softly and then applied pressure with a tiny squeeze.
Lucy grabbed Sarah's hand instantly. Her breath hitched, and she blushed even deeper while nibbling her lower lip. Turning to look at Sarah, she nodded in confirmation, her grip tightening around Sarah's slender fingers.
"Sarah, my dear," Dr. Carter said with a tantalizing lilt in his voice. "Let us take our little experiment to the next level, shall we?"
Sarah, being the hot head, issued the professor a challenge, "is that all your capable of, one tiny breeze of an orgasm ? Come on, show us some fireworks."
Dr. Carter smirked at Sarah's daring response and decided to dial up the intensity on his little ability.
"are you sure that's what you want?" Dr. Carter teased, his hand hovering precariously close to the snap of fingers that changed everything.
Sarah was quite sexually experienced, orgasms were nothing new to her, "Might as well put an end to the teases," she taunted, her voice dripping with lust.
The professor stared at Sarah. He nodded, responding to Sarah's challenge, adjusting his ability even further to what a normal person considered an orgasm.
A more powerful surge coursed through Sarah, making her let out a husky cry. A ripple of Little but assertive waves rocked her body, leaving the room silent except for these rushed whispers that neither woman even recognized as their own voices.
Lucy remained utterly silent. She didn't even appear to breathe.
Sarah's thighs clenched, her toes curled, the heat inside her threatened to ignite and consume her from within.
She arched back, an animalistic growl tearing from her throat as muscle after muscle contracted with convulsive power. Her breath hitched, and her eyes closed tightly as if she was trying to resist something but didn't stand a chance.
With every clench of Sarah's body, Lucy trembled a little more. She watched in amazement how Sarah's chest heaved and her eyes shone with a mix of pure lust and satisfaction.
And still, it was far from over - Sarah's body bucked as spasms seized her time and again, taking Sarah to the edge once more before withdrawing, making her yearn for that final release.
Lucy felt both a little embarrassed but incredibly intrigued by the scene unfolding before her, but she mainly felt jealous that she wasn't the one in Sarah's place. Her heart raced as her gaze wandered from Sarah's sweaty face to her breasts, shuddering with each electric spasm and finally moving down to the area between her legs where wetness seeped onto Sarah's jeans.
Lucy had never cum that hard in her teen years, or ever, for that matter. Her entire body tensed, then relaxed, then tensed again before her whole frame dissolved into a writhing, squirming mess.
As her eyes traced Sarah's shivering form, she wanted nothing more than to experience that rush of feelings she tried hard to contain. Biting down on her lip, she desperately hid the hot desire burning in her loins.
Carter noticed Lucy's captivation. "Lucy, have you ever experienced anything like this before?" he asked, his voice full of concern and a tinge of excitement.
Lucy hesitated for a moment, uncomfortable yet intrigued, "I... I don't quite know, none of my boyfriends ever really cared about my pleasure, if I enjoyed it or not." Lucy felt tears stinging her eyes, as she admitted this, confessing something she had hardly dared to admit to herself.
Dr. Carter's eyes softened, he looked at the young girl with compassion and said: "You deserve to be satisfied, Lucy, it matters for both of you."
Lucy's breath caught in her throat, hearing the professor hold that belief close to his heart. Sarah still riding the ending of her orgasm, panting wetly as her whole body quaked from one aftershock.
Carter asked Lucy, "have you ever actually had an orgasm before, Lucy?"
She shook her head, tears still staining the corners of her eyes, "I-I don't think so," she replied softly.
The professor frowned, "do you want to?"
Lucy's eyes widened, "what?" she squeaked.
Sarah smirked naughtily, still basking in the last gasps of her ground-breaking pleasure. She shifted towards Lucy and put an arm around the trembling blonde, whispering in her ear, "It's time you found out what you'd been missing, Lucy."
Carter asked again, "Lucy, I can help you. Do you want to orgasm?"
Lucy felt her whole body flush with color. Was this really happening? She still felt like she was floating, her nerves tightening and releasing in quick, anxious repetition. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like.
The professor, waited for an answer, his gaze never straying from hers, looking at her with a mix of kindness and determination. His eyes penetrated Lucy's soul, and she felt seen in a way she hadn't in a long time.
"I-I do want to," she squeaked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Carter snapped his fingers, and Lucy's body jerked forward in response, as if something inside of her had shifted. Closing her eyes, she bit down on her lip as the world around her seemed to spin out of control. The professor had just tipped the scale, dialed the intensity up to the point where Lucy was about to have her first real orgasm.
He snapped his fingers, and Lucy gasped as a wave of pleasure hit her like a tsunami, lifting her up and immersing her in a sea of pure ecstasy. In that single moment, she saw stars and fireworks and a million other things she couldn't name.
Her body moved on its own, legs kicking uncontrollably, hands clutching at the air as if for something to hold onto. It was like an electric current passing through her, starting from her core and radiating to the tips of every nerve ending.
Lucy's chair squealed as her hips bucked off the edge of the seat, her head thrown back, and a gasp escaped her lips. Sarah watched Lucy in awe and excitement.
"Let it go, Lucy. Let yourself feel it," Carter urged, knowing full well what this young woman was about to experience.
Carter has given her a normal orgasm, but to Lucy, it felt otherworldly—all-consuming. Her ears rang, and for a moment, she thought she might pass out from the sheer magnitude of the experience.
But Lucy didn't pass out; instead, she sank back into her chair. Her entire body was wracked with intense shivers. Moans and whimpers escaped her lips as her fingers gripped Sarah's arm, as if it were the only thing anchoring her to reality. Gutteral moans emerged from deep within her being, filling her ears and reverberating through every inch of her flesh. The seat beneath Lucy was soaking wet, as was the material pressing against the apex of her thighs. Specks of sweat dotted her forehead.
Carter gently placed his palm on her damp thigh, tracing the contours of her curvy figure. Lucy moaned, her entire body pulsing with the lingering echoes of an orgasm that had seemed to last lifetimes.
Sweat coated her skin, leaving it glistening. Even the mascara coating her eyelashes ran down her cheeks like liquid ink. Without a single warning, she shut her eyes tightly, holding onto Carter's hand with a death grip.
All her previous apprehensions vanished as the first wave of orgasmic bliss swept over her body. An aggressive moan gurgled from her throat. Lucy attempted to swallow it, but it wouldn't be silenced. Her insides screamed with a cacophony of pleasure. Every nerve quivered from the too-much-to-bear delight.
She mumbled, "Yes," the word drawing out slightly, and her back arched as moisture seeped from her center. Her delicate sounds of pleasure filled the lecture hall.
Lucy moaned with each touch of his fingers, letting out little mewling moans that would've made any preacher's heart twitch with trepidation.
Her legs twitched, constricting and relaxing in an effort to stay steady while also giving in to her growing urge to writhe and groan. Carter watched her with only the most indulgent interest, allowing a deep, slow smile to creep across his lips.
Sarah leaned up from the desk, usually so locked and composed but now was on the brink of breaking, openly lustful eyes fixed on Lucy.
Slowly, the orgasm subsided, and Lucy loosened her grip on Sarah's arm. Her face flushed, and she lowered her eyes, a shy smile playing on her lips.
"Fuck," Lucy breathed out, pushing back her chair, uncrossing her legs.
"That was... holy shit," Lucy managed through ragged breaths.
"We should continue this elsewhere, potentially my office," Dr. Carter suggested, looking at the two young women, the only remaining students in the lecture hall.
Lucy glanced around the room, her eyes flaring with a mix of embarrassment and desire. Sarah remained as bold as ever, sitting on the edge of her chair with her thighs spread slightly apart and leaning into Lucy.
Sarah simply winked dismissively at Lucy's unspoken concern, "let's go, I'm ready."
Both women began to gather their notes into their backpacks, the slide show on the screen fading to black.
Lucy was the first to attempt to stand, her body still felt like Jell-O; a weak sense of quivering, trembling muscles, as she slowly wobbled, making her way to the front entrance.
Sarah also struggled to stand, rubbing her thighs together, trying to rid herself of the lingering, wet ache that had developed between her legs.
Neither woman noticed the absolute flood that remained on their chairs, spilling out onto the floor, staining the worn-out carpet.
Lucy steadied herself, regaining her balance, her cheeks flushed but her eyes alight with curiosity. She could hardly contain herself from asking the questions forming on her lips.
Slowly, the trio made their way towards Dr. Carter's office down the dimly lit hallway. Shadows swayed and flickered on the walls as Dr. Carter unlocked the door and led the group inside.
A smile played on Dr. Carter's lips as Lucy and Sarah bumped into each other, neither woman bothering to hide the vibration of pleasure coursing through their bodies. Dr. Carter moved to hang his coat on the wooden rack in the corner of his office, turning back to face the two eager souls waiting for him.