This will be a relatively long series, so if you are looking for a wham-bam story, skip this one. I want to give some background info and character development before we start fucking and sucking. Then I can write it chapter by chapter with your input on where the story goes.
I am not a professional writer, but I enjoy telling stories; if you are looking for perfect grammar and syntax, I am not the writer for you. But I just bought Grammarly. Hopefully, that helps.
A Woman's scent
My Name is Jordon James Jackson, but people call me JJ.
I was born blind with congenital nystagmus, making my eyes move from side to side involuntarily, and damaged optic nerves. I can see the light and shadows.
The shape of someone walking towards me with the sun behind them gives me my best view of them. My hearing is fantastic, and my sense of smell is off the charts.
My Mom told me that the others develop more to compensate when you miss one of your senses.
My Parents are very Smart. They both teach at Cal, and my mom has tenure.
My parents did their best to keep me protected whilst growing up; I was a curious kid that had to know why and how everything worked. I had three secret weapons: my nose, hearing, and memory. I used my two senses to lock in my memories.
If I heard you speaking and could smell you, I could lock that in my memories and never forget you. I can remember what I heard and smelt almost every day of my life.
I breezed through elementary and High school by the time I was 12.
University was a little more time-consuming. I got my Master's at 16 and my Ph.D. from CAL, just after my 18th birthday. My Ph.D. in chemistry was for me to become a materials scientist and a chemical engineer; basically, anything to do with the olfactory factors on our planet today and the chemicals combined to make any smell. People call me the smell Doctor.
My sense of smell hasn't always been a good thing. When I was 10, I kept smelling strange scents on my father, so I asked my mom about it, and she said, "let's play a little game with this. Tell me when you smell those smells on your father, and I'll keep track of the day and the times."
"Mom, I already know all the days and times. The first one was four years ago, October 12, and the last was yesterday for a total of 26 times."
I sensed Mom was upset, but I didn't know why. She just held me and cried.
My Dad moved out shortly after that, and now he lives back East, somewhere.
Mom and I we very close after dad left. We usually played games while doing stuff; I would tell her where we were in the city by the smells drifting in the air. I could tell her what restaurants we passed by, either the smell or the sound in the area. Mom constantly challenged me to push my gifts to their limits.
When I was 12, we started talking about people's scents, and I told mom that I could smell the difference between every person I've ever met.
Mom was astounded. The best way for me to lock in a person's scent was to hug them and listen to them introduce themselves. After a while, I only shook the men's hands, which was always close enough for me.
That was the basis for my whole education. I went to University to learn the chemical makeup of smells and their relationship to people's memories and emotions.
During my Ph.D. thesis, I pinpointed the different pheromones in men and women by smell. Most men are so disgusting; their Androsterone is produced in male sweat after exposure to oxygen, basically their body odor. It's proven that Women find it unappealing, but they downgrade the smell to a neutral odor when ovulating. I guess that's why men's fragrances are so popular.
But a woman's smell is a kaleidoscope of fragrances that delight the senses and thrill the soul. I can walk past a woman and tell you if she's On her period or Ovulating, whether she's in her first week or her 3rd week.
A woman's smell changes with age and her weight much more than men's.
So this time, I decided to specialize in the female side of things.
During my time at Cal, my department set up a series of tests to see how accurate I could be. One hundred women volunteered to exercise for 1 minute and then walked into my smell chamber, explicitly made for me. It was an eight by 8 ft room with exhaust fans and filters.
Each girl would enter, read a pre-worded statement that included their age and height, rotate one complete turn with their arms out wide, and then leave. My job was to write down the week of their hormones and menstrual cycle and whether they were ovulating or on their period.
As a bonus, I wrote down what I thought their body mass index (BMI) was and their ethnic background.
I scored 98 % on the menstrual cycle.
92 % accuracy on the BMI accuracy
90 % on the ethnicity accuracy.
One lady had an unusual acrid odor that we later discovered was Cancer, but I won't get into that right now.
The one thing that this back story of mine is leading up to is my infatuation with women and their amazing smells. I can remember every girl I have ever met from my earliest age and what she smells like. Puberty changes a person's smell, so I have decided to try to forget all my early smell tags from people.
My talent started young, but I didn't know anything about sexual smells back then. When I got to university, I began to document and pay attention to the different ways they wafted their sweet aroma at me. I was blown away by Doctor Sup Wu, a professor of sexual medicine at our university, as we sat and talked for hours about how I could determine many things about a woman by their smells. She has one of the most distinctive aromas of all the women I have ever smelt.
As we worked together one day, I told her of her unique smell, and she started to cry. I was lost as I didn't comprehend the situation. With great reluctance, Sup told me she was born a boy but has always identified as a woman. I was so excited and honored that she would tell me her secret that I immediately promised to guard it with my life. Doh Sup, as her friends called her (Doctor Sup in Thai ), and I became best friends, and she begged me to work in her department with her.
I told her I had other ambitions but told her I would volunteer one day a week. She hugged me and thanked me profusely, telling me that she would reward me handsomely for it and that Volunteers are not subject to the morality codes of the University and can mingle with the students all they want.
Doh Sup asked if Fridays would work for me, and I said yes. Doh Sup's students got ready all week and had me come on Fridays to prove or disprove their experiments and theories. On our first Friday, I smelt another unique smell, and Doh Sup quietly confirmed that a transgender student named Billie was in her class. It was at this class that I first heard my Nickname come up. Two girls at the back of the class were talking about the Hound, and I heard it a few more times during the class.
