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For The Sake Of Science

For The Sake Of Science

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It was a warm evening in June, close to the longest day of the year. The group of molecular physics at my University in south-west Germany was gathering for their traditional event to celebrate the end of the academic year. They always organize an informal meal in a typical German restaurant, outside on the terrace, if weather permits. This particular night weather was certainly permissive. It stayed warm until late at night.

I am one of the members of that group. My name is Axel, and I am an assistant professor. I was 35 years old at that time. There were about fifteen other people present. Professors, junior researchers, and students at various stages of their study.

The food was the usual German stuff: sausages, schnitzel, potato salad, etcetera, washed down with ample amounts of beer. There was music; fortunately not the traditional German Umpapa, but fairly loud contemporary rock and pop. We were all seated on a long wooden table, of the kind typical for German beer gardens.

The group consisted mostly of men, as is usually the case in the exact sciences, but there were two women. One of them, Emily, was about 27 years old. She was a PhD student, close to obtaining her degree. I knew her fairly well, and I really liked her. I believe that feeling was mutual. She had followed some lectures I gave, was very smart, and had a talent for always asking exactly the right questions. She was also very witty, and that was one of the things I found so endearing about her.

Emily had a partner named Oliver, whom I did not know personally. But I did know that she was deeply in love with him. They had been together for several years, but for some reason did not want to get married.

The other female was a master's student, about 22 years old. She was very cute and wore tasteful hexagonal glasses that made her look adorable. Her name was Claire. She had only joined the institute recently for an internship that was to take about a year. I did not know her very well, but we had talked at lunches and coffee breaks. During those breaks she often approached me, so she seemed to enjoy talking to me. Or did she find me attractive? I did not even dare think about that, because she was still so young.

She once mentioned that she had a boyfriend. I would have known that anyway from the look on her face when she was using her phone. Girls get a special happy radiant smile on their faces when communicating with their boyfriends. I have often seen Claire walk through the corridor with that wonderful smile.

The fact that the smile was not intended for me made me a little envious, but even if it is intended for someone else it makes me feel warm inside. In her case, however, I remember being slightly disappointed hearing that she had a relationship. She was just too pretty to remove her from my mental cutie list. It made fantasizing about her a little harder, although my mind always finds a way out.

But in the hard reality of life, both girls were off-limits for me. Not only did they have partners already, but Claire was certainly too young for me. An additional problem was that they were both in my department. Any suggestion of inappropriate behavior from my side could very well cost me my position, which was still not permanent at that time. So I was behaving very discretely with them, even though I was single at the time, and actively on the lookout for a girlfriend.

However, I liked their company, even for nothing more than chatting, without any thoughts of sex. At lunch or group events, I always tried to maneuver to sit close to them. Since they liked each other's company as well, the three of us were often together.

Female physicists are seen as nerds by their female friends, but they are not nearly as nerdy as the guys. The males preferred to talk either about their work, some new electronic gadget, a software coding problem, or subjects of that kind. I was a bit tired of that. With the girls, I could talk about more interesting subjects, as long as I managed to steer the conversation away from shoes and clothing.

That particular evening I had succeeded in sitting close to them. I was sitting at the end of the table, opposite Claire, and Emily was sitting at the head of the table. Because of the music, we had some privacy. Sometimes I could barely understand Claire, and the male members of the group would probably not understand at all what we were talking about. Which was good, because the conversation soon went into a somewhat risky direction.

I had "risky" conversations about sex with Emily before, but that only started happening after she passed my exam. During my lectures, I was so discrete that I think she basically saw me as an Eunuch, a person with no interest in sex. I did not even dare to make lame jokes like "molecular physics is better than sex."

But later, a few weeks after the exam, we started discovering each other's naughty side. During a reception with beer and wine, the conversation moved to erotic lyrics in popular songs. The nerds loved that topic and gave several examples. I mentioned a song I had heard the day before. It was by two cute, naughty girls who call themselves "Garfunkel and Oates." I was in a small group with some of the nerds, a professor, and Emily, and I quoted one of the lines from that song: "Fuck me in the ass because I love Jesus."

Some nerds needed an explanation of the context, but then they all laughed, and Emily looked at me happily surprised, and said "Wow, I did not know you ever talked like that." The professor raised an eyebrow but said nothing. I knew we were roughly at the limit of what was considered acceptable in these academic circles.

I also remember a coffee break where one of the nerds tried discussing cock sizes. I don't remember how we even got to that subject. Emily was also present and listened with great interest. I looked at her and we exchanged naughty smiles, indicating that she enjoyed that conversation. But the professor, a guy in his forties, said, "Very interesting, Wolfgang, but talk about that somewhere else please."

That is roughly where the limit was. I think the professor saw young Emily as a delicate flower that needed protection from the raunchy men in the group. He had no idea about Emily's true state of mind!

After these events Emily and I had an unspoken mutual understanding that sex-related subjects were not taboo. We talked rather freely about such matters when no one else was present. I noticed it also from the way she always looked at me when such subjects came up. She wanted to see the expression on my face, and I often looked at her face for the same reason.

I liked her a lot and started fantasizing about her from time to time. I have ejaculated many times thinking of Emily. But her bond with Oliver was unbreakable. She only described him in glowing terms, so I had banned any thoughts of starting a relationship with her, or even just casual sex. She just was my "partner in crime," where crime means dirty talk.

Our mutual understanding is nicely illustrated by a conversation at another group dinner a few years ago when I was sitting next to Emily.

She whispered in my ear: "I have to tell you something that happened yesterday. You will appreciate it, but I am not sure about the others." She started saying that their neighbors were making loud sex noises that night.

"Fairly normal," I said.

"Yes", she replied, "but there was almost no end to it. I think they were active for about an hour. There was a woman who had very loud orgasms. I think she came at least five times! Can you believe someone can have that many orgasms within one hour?"

"Well, I know that men cannot do that, and I certainly can't. But I have heard that some women can have even more than that."

"Oliver usually grants me one orgasm, and then calls it a day," she said. "And that is sufficient for me. But I am still curious."

"Maybe you should have knocked on the door and asked if you could participate," I said, jokingly.

"I suggested that to Oliver, but he did not want that."

I am not entirely sure if she was joking. I replied, "That is a pity because you would have met me there yesterday."

She looked at me and said "Really?" and then she read my face and realized that I was pulling her leg.

Another conversation with Emily concerned an older colleague named Joachim, who was her favorite teacher, with me as a close second (I hope). Joachim was very friendly but a bit timid and had never been seen with a girl, although by all appearances he seemed straight. Many of us were speculating he was a virgin. So during a reception, after perhaps too much alcohol, I told Emily that I thought he had never fucked a woman.

"He has," said Emily, with a coy grin on her face.

"But how can you be so sure?" I asked puzzled. Then it dawned on me, "...... No, no, you didn't, did you?"

"Yes, I did," said Emily, with the same grin.

I asked if Oliver knew about this.

She answered, "In principle we have an open relationship, so it doesn't matter, But I prefer that he does not know. One never knows how someone will react when confronted with reality. Please don't mention this to anyone. I should not have told you either, but I am a blabbermouth when I am drunk."

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"Wow! When is my turn?" I said eagerly.

"Forget it, Axel," she said. "You are not a virgin, so you do not need my help. I love to deflower men, if you know what I mean. The look on their face when their penis enters a vagina for the first time is just priceless."

Of course, I had many more questions, but she did not want to talk about it anymore. But this conversation became like a running gag for us. Whenever I met Emily, without anyone else nearby, I would say, "Hi Emily, is it my turn today?"

She always responded with mock indignation, "Forget it, Axel!" Then we both smiled and continued talking about something else.

So this is why I was so pleased to sit next to Emily and Claire during that hot summer evening dinner. With the nerds at a safe distance, the conversation took a turn I knew Emily was comfortable with, and I took a small risk with Claire.

We started a meandering conversation that somehow led us to the subject of gender and gender fluidity. Emily said: "I believe in that. In fact I think I am partly male. That's why, as a woman, I am interested in physics."

I tried to tell her that what she said was a disservice to women. Is a female physicist less of a woman?

Then Claire got involved in the conversation, and asked me: "Axel, do you think you are partly female?"

I thought about that a little, and then I said: "No, but I have occasionally wished that I could be a woman for a couple of weeks or months. I mean a real biological woman, not a man in a dress."

She said, "Why? Then you would lose all your male privilege."

I ignored the hint of feminism in her remark and replied, "Well, first of all, women are absolutely gorgeous, although I admit I am biased. Furthermore, they live several years longer than men. And then there is female sexuality. I am very much fascinated by that."

I observed Claire's face for any sign that I might be crossing a line now, but she was glued to my lips. She leaned in my direction in order not to miss a word. I was speaking very softly because our conversation had entered risky territory.

So I continued, whispering, "I would love to be a woman for a while just to experience sex from the female side. For example, it is said that women can have at least three or more different kinds of orgasms. Some experts have said there might exist up to twenty-four distinct ones. And the irony is that none of these orgasms is needed to make babies."

Claire responded very quickly, "No, the irony is that during sex men always get their orgasm, whereas women often get none of their twenty-four different kinds."

She was of course referring to the "orgasm gap," another feminist talking point.

Emily quipped, "It sounds like you should talk to your boyfriend, Claire."

Claire got a sad expression on her face, and said, "We broke up last week. Not for this reason though. He was an asshole."

Emily and I both said we were sorry to hear that. Claire said, "Never mind, please go on."

I continued, "When you google any of these things you find that the science of female sexuality is still in its infancy. Very often you find that the scientists don't agree on some basic facts. I have even thought that I have chosen the wrong profession. I should have become an expert on female sexuality."

Emily said, "Sure Axel. You want to study pussies the whole day. Sounds like the right thing for you."

I said, "Another fun fact about women is that they have an organ that has only one function: to provide pleasure."

"The clitoris," Claire said.

"Yes, but isn't that remarkable? I would call it 'female privilege.' Men don't have such an organ. Our penis can give us a lot of pleasure, but it also has two functions. And male orgasms are not just for pleasure, but they are needed to make babies, as you undoubtedly know."

"Don't be a dick, Axel, of course we know that, we are not children anymore," said Claire. "In fact, you'd be surprised how much experience I have. Tell me something I don't know yet."

"OK," I said. "Let me try. Have you ever heard of the 'vestibular bulbs?'"

"No," she said, and Emily nodded in agreement. "What's that"?

I said, "Almost every year I learn something new about female sexuality. Last year I saw an article entitled 'The part of the female sexual organs nobody has heard of.' It was about the vestibular bulbs, a part of every woman's body. So both of you have them."

"But where?" Emily asked.

I said, "It is attached to your clitoris, and it extends to both sides of your vagina."

Just before I uttered the word "vagina" the music unexpectedly stopped, and the sound from my mouth spread across the length of the table. Some of the nerds heard it and one of them said, "So you are on your favorite topic now, Axel?"

I had no idea why he thought I had a special interest in vaginas, but he was not wrong.

All the other guys laughed loudly, and one of the older professors looked at me with raised eyebrows. I realized it was time to change the subject. The rest of the evening we talked mostly about molecular physics.

It started getting dark, and Claire looked at her watch and said: "Shit, I just missed the last bus."

Emily said, "Don't worry, I also missed it, but we can walk home together. It is only about 45 minutes, and we are in good shape." It turned out that Emily and Oliver lived just around the corner from Claire.

I said, "I have a car. I would be happy to give you a ride home." Of course they accepted that offer.

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We arrived at Claire's apartment building. It was a typical somewhat unattractive building with small apartments for students, unpleasantly far from the center of town where students liked to go in the evening.

Claire said, "Why don't you come in so that we can continue our conversation."

Emily assumed that she was talking to me, and said, "OK, I can walk home from here. I guess the two of you want to be alone."

Claire said, "Come on, what are you thinking? I just want to continue the interesting conversation we had. You were involved in that as well. I would love it if you also joined us."

I assumed she was not referring to our conversation about molecular physics.

Emily said, "OK, I am not sleepy yet, and Oliver is attending a conference in Toulouse. He returns tomorrow afternoon, so nobody is waiting for me at home. So I will join you if you like."

I parked the car, and we went inside. Claire had a small room, dominated by a double bed, which undoubtedly had seen some action. There was also a small kitchen and a table with two chairs. On the table was her laptop, an indispensable tool for a scientist.

It was clearly a girl's room. Fluffy pillows on the bed, pastel drawings of hearts, bears, kittens and cartoon characters on the wall, and all of it in shades of pink and soft yellow. There were also esthetic drawings of couples having sex; erotic, without being explicit.

I asked Claire, "So what are you so curious about?"

"Many things," she said. "Orgasms, for example. You said there are twenty-four kinds. So what are they?"

"Do you have an hour? I think one could fill an entire library with studies about the female orgasm. It is so fascinating.

"I only remember part of what I have read about this subject. I have heard of clitoral, vaginal, G-spot, cervical, nipple, and anal orgasms, but I am sure there are many more. The experts do not even agree. Then some people talk about avalanche, wave, and volcano orgasms. Sounds like something I would like to experience, but I never will.

"Then there are multiple orgasms. Some women can get twenty orgasms in a row, with an interval of just a few seconds. Women can have sex all day and have orgasms all day. That is why I said I would like to try being a woman for a while."

"Yes, for a man that must seem like heaven, I understand that," said Emily.

I said, "If I were changed into a woman right now, the first thing I would do is get myself gang-banged by a group of ten or twenty men. The other way around doesn't work. Men cannot fuck twenty women within a few hours. Only in their dreams!"

Emily said, "I think you have seen too much porn, Axel. In reality, women just get saturated. It is true that men cannot get an erection anymore after a few times, and that women can just open their legs and perhaps put some lubricant. But I don't think they are still enjoying it. I certainly wouldn't. But maybe I should try a gang bang once."

"You may be right about the porn," I admitted. "But I find it enormously fascinating to imagine how women experience sex.

"Sometimes I fantasize about an entire room full of naked women. In my imagination, I am there as a reseacher in a white lab coat, and I have to bring them all to orgasm. And then I would like to develop techniques for provoking different kinds of orgasms.

"I love female orgasms so much that sometimes when I have sex with a girl I enjoy their orgasms more than my own. And I am not saying that because I want to look like a virtuous man.

"So as a first step in my research, let me ask you which of all these types of orgasms you think you have had."

"That is a rather personal question, Axel," said Claire.

"Well, you wanted this conversation, didn't you?"

"OK," Claire said, "The only one I am certain about is the clitoral one. Sorry, I wish I could give you a more interesting answer."

Emily said, "I have had vaginal orgasms. At least, I know that nobody was stimulating my clit at that moment. But I have heard that if your lover has a really big cock, it may stimulate the clitoris while fucking."

"So does Oliver have a big cock?" I asked.

"That's none of your business, you pervert," she said with a big smile.

"By the way, you forgot one kind of orgasm, the fake orgasm. I have had some of those."

"Indeed," said Claire. "I have had some of those as well."

"Strange," I said, "I have never been with a woman who had one."

"Men are so naive," said Emily.

I said, "I forgot to mention another one, the squirt orgasm. I have heard that women feel really ecstatic if they get one of these. But they are rare.

"Scientists do not even agree which liquid women squirt. Sometimes it is pee, and sometimes it is similar to the milky stuff from a man's prostate. In the porn videos I have seen about this it looks like it is the latter. Another topic I would like to study. Or experience it as a woman."

"I have heard of those, but I have never had one," said Claire, and Emily agreed. "Have you ever seen one yourself, in real life?"

"Yes I have," I said.

"So you know how to make a woman squirt?" asked Claire.

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