Hello, my name is Marie Foster-Brinkstein. I'm a female, sapiosexual human mammal subspecies of the genome Homo Sapiens. We sapiosexuals are sexually aroused and attracted by the intellect of other humans regardless of their physical attributes. That describes my base animal instinct profile. My age and appearance are meaningless to my narrative, so I'll not mention them.
My intellectual pursuit is quantum mechanics. My team, at one of the largest tech companies, recently announced a quantum leap (pardon the pun) in quantum computing. This was largely due to my leading-edge research on qubit entanglements. But my work is not what has drawn you to my Literotica story. You want the down and dirty fucking and sucking. I'll not disappoint you horny fuckers. We sapiosexuals have carnal passions as over-developed as our intellects.
The sapiosexual underground is similar to the subterranean homosexual world of the Victorian Era. We have unique sexual arousals that are self-discovered and confusing. The world of sapiosexuality is little known. We gradually enter our hidden subculture via personal revelations and experiences. My own journey has now advanced to where I can go to a quantum physics conference and detect the subtle signs of my ilk. We tend to squirm in our seats when a speaker is expounding on their theories. Our genitals get so aroused as to be uncomfortable as we consume new knowledge, the more complex, the more erotic. If one looks closely, and I do, one can see the heavy breathing with the flaring of nostrils as a sapiosexual's persona is carried away into the primal regions of their cerebellum as they listen to an enlightened orator. A knowing glance between horny sapiosexuals at the height of that stimulation can lead to a spontaneous lusty anonymous fuck-session to relieve to pent-up energy in the nearest private space.
In my senior year of high school after turning eighteen, my science teacher took me under his wing to give me extra lessons in advanced physics since I found the high school program so simple. He helped me prepare for M.I.T. where I'd earned a full scholarship. He was my intellectual mentor and I give him thanks for my later success. He was also my sapiosexual mentor even though we never touched each other intimately. Our after-school tutoring sessions became incredibly sexy for me. The first few had me flustered and confused as my hormones ran rampant through my body as he talked of quarks and binomial equations. He was not attractive in any common sense, but he rocked my boat, big time. This confused my adolescent brain. I couldn't explain rationally why he was so hot to my base instincts. After each lesson, I'd run to the girl's washroom and stroke my soaking wet pussy to a delicious orgasm. It was crazy making.
I suspected that he knew the effect our meetings were having on me. When he came from sitting behind his desk to write on the blackboard, I could often see a tent in his trousers. That, I knew what was happening from my biology studies. But he never crossed the professional line to take advantage of my rising lusty instincts even though he could have taken my virginity in a nanosecond if he hadn't been a consummate professional.
The study sessions were in a classroom with me sitting in a first-row student's desk and he behind his large wooden one. As he talked to me, his eyes used to stare under my desk at my bare legs below my pleated school uniform skirt. This was such a turn on. I started to spread my knees to show my white panties. He would smile when I did that. I became an exhibitionist in his classroom in our after-school sessions.
Rules of the private school had it that we must wear bras under our white blouses. But after hours, the school was empty of people. I'd go into the washroom and remove my bra. In the mirror, I could see the clear outline of my pink areolas showing through the shear white fabric and the pokie outline of my diamond-hard aroused nipples. I wanted to expose more to his eyes. The first time I did this, when I took off my school blazer, teacher smiled broadly at my display. I almost had an orgasm right there when his eyes drilled into my chest. At the first opportunity, when he turned to the blackboard, my hand went under the desk and I reached under my skirt to my crotch to stroke my needy pussy through my panties. I came almost immediately with my mouth biting my other hand to stifle my moans.
As the lesson's progressed, the sexual tensions in the room became almost unbearable. In our last session, on advanced theories on black holes, I was in total disarray. My skirt was hiked fully up my legs more than ever before. Whenever he turned to write on the blackboard, I would sneak a hand to my private parts. I'm sure he knew what was happening. There was an unmistakeable, overpowering odor in the classroom of my sexual juices that gushed from my sex, soaking the crotch of my panties.
He gave me a long, advanced math quiz. Walking over to my desk, he placed the test paper and just stood there with a raging erection in his trousers at my eye level. I just stared at it and hoped he would pull it out so I could worship it with my tongue. My face was hot with intense blushes.
He said in a commanding, masculine tone, "You are a very special girl, Marie. You have come a long way in many ways during our lessons. It's been very stimulating watching you progress. We both know what I mean by that, don't we? As you take this quiz, I'm going to sit behind my desk and watch the genius that I have nurtured in mind and body. It will be my pleasure to watch you."
He went and sat behind his desk and looked down under my desk at my disheveled skirt and soaked panties. I was turning into a sapiosexual slut before I knew what that was all about. He reached down where I couldn't see but I could hear the unmistakable sound of his zipper being pulled down. He squirmed in his chair as he pulled out his manhood. His eyes looked up from his crotch with a look of pure lust in my direction that sent a thrill of adrenaline through me. Oh my god I thought, he's masturbating just a few feet away from me.
He said in a deep tone, "Okay young lady, just look down at your quiz and start doing your lesson."
I looked down at the paper and could hear his soft moans as he pleasured himself. Waves of lusty feelings washed over my young body. I could hear the distinctive sound of flesh on flesh as his hand worked his penis. I'd never been that horny before. My nipples were diamond hard and called out to my hands. My novice erotic nature didn't give me the will to prevent my fingers from cupping my breast through the shear fabric. He groaned loudly as I found my nipple and squeezed it to release a jolt of pure pleasure.
His voice urged me on, "That's right. You are discovering the right answers." His meaning was obvious and unnecessary for a genius like me.
I glanced up and saw him with his mouth open and a look of ecstasy on his face staring at me.
He growled, "No Marie, just look down at your test and keep on going."
My eyes shot back down to the page and a hot blush warmed my cheeks. I'd never seen a person masturbating before. In a fog of lust, my other hand went to my crotch and my burning pussy. I couldn't help but give a whimpering moan at the touch.
His voice was husky as he said, "Very good dear."
I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped my hand inside to be skin on skin. My primal brain was dizzy with lust.
"Let me see them." He demanded.
I spread the sides of my blouse to show my breasts to my intellectual mentor. A deep, lusty growl came from his throat. My pussy begged to be touched and my hand dug inside my panties to my pubic-hair covered sex. My index finger instinctively ran the length of the slit between my pussy lips. I could hear my breathing come in pants as I strummed my private parts.
He insisted, "Pull down your panties. I want to see your pussy." I was all to eager to comply and stripped them down and off to spread my legs to the maximum. I moaned continuously as I stroked myself frantically and screamed as I came with an atomic orgasm. As my senses slowly returned, I could see my teacher reach for a handful of tissues and bring them behind the desk to his crotch to clean himself. Then I heard him zip up.
There was silence in the room as I did up my blouse and picked my panties off the floor making them into a ball in my hand. I was in a daze not fully understanding what just happened. Was it bad? Was it good? What now?
My teacher spoke, "Marie, we were just swept up in something that has been building over the last month. I tried to fight these urges but was too weak. You are young and your carnal instincts are immature and uncontrollable. This was not your fault. Unfortunately, I cannot go further. We are heading towards something that would risk my career and my family. That is my intellectual conclusion over my carnal instincts. It's been a pleasure being your teacher. You have a great mind that will do great things. You graduate high school next month and M.I.T. will be a great university to nurture your talents. I wish you all the best."
We parted without as much as a hug, but the erotic interlude was burned into my memory forever. I realized that exposing myself to an intelligent man is a powerful, erotic turn-on for me. Most days after that experience, I'd go pantyless under my student uniform skirt. This was a needed partial balance to my normal introverted inward contemplative existence. I never shaved my pubic hair. It's my lush reminder of our anthropological heritage. Our bodies and our instincts embedded in the folds of our brains are the result of millions of years of Darwinian evolution. This is the gift of the cosmic forces of our universe. It soothed me to twirl my pubes in my fingers as I studied advanced sciences. Being naked down below kept me in touch with the physical world.
M.I.T. was a powerful environment for learning and its companion, sapiosexual lust. I'm fortunate in that my physical attractiveness is several standard deviations above the mean. It was easy to find sex and I needed it often. I didn't lose my virginity until my senior year. I had an allergy to latex that made condoms out and my reading into peer-reviewed research on long-term hormonal imbalances of taking birth control medication made that a non-starter. Sucking cock, eating pussy and having my pussy licked was my menu of delights. Looking down at two eyes looking up at me over my hairy beaver as their tongue probed my pussy and sucked on my clit was simply mind-blowing. I developed a fixation around licking and sucking men's gonads, the hairier the better. I found the male studs shaved their balls while the geeks left them deliciously hairy. Just writing about this just gave me an animal thrill in the pit of my stomach. I'm such a horny slut under my day-to-day academic existence.
Let me tell you how I lost my virginity. I offered several M.I.T. professors my ritual of passage but all refused. Professionalism is high at the institution. But a Chief Technology Officer of a large public company came as a guest lecturer. His talk was on an advanced molecular topic that was only attended by a dozen doctoral students like myself. As always, I sat in the front row in the lecture hall. If ever I got sexually aroused by a speaker, it was my habit to spread my knees which raised my skirt up my thighs and exposed my pantyless, young pussy. It was amazing how many speakers were so wrapped up in their lectures that they didn't notice my brazen display. But this visiting CTO was keenly aware of my display and didn't shy from giving my crotch a good stare as he talked. I was enraptured by his brilliant intellect. I was aroused to a point of panting by the time he finished. It didn't hurt that he was under thirty and very handsome. When he finished he gave me a big inviting smile. I rushed up to him eagerly.
"Sir, I enjoyed your lecture very much. You are so brilliant."
He smiled knowingly and said, "I could see that you were turned on by the subject matter." He stared down at my chest and I lifted it up invitingly.
Blushing, I replied, "Oh yes sir, it was very stimulating." I was like a naïve schoolgirl with a crush. He saw my flustered state for what it was, young lust and pushed on.
"I like to mentor young, intelligent minds like yours. I'm staying in town tonight. How would you like to meet this evening and we can discuss how that would happen."
