All characters are over the age of 18
Azra looked around in awe as she got to see the Medical Sciences building. The labs were large and well equipped, with several research projects and experiments under way.
She had to repress the urge to squeal with youthful excitement. Her dream of becoming a dermatologist was well on its way to fruition.
Being incredibly intelligent, her IQ clocked in at 164, she had graduated High School at 14, then got accepted into Stanford medical school for Dermatology at the tender age of 17, after she flew through her undergraduate program.
Azra was a young Turkish woman, beautiful, though she thought her nose was a bit large. She had dark tan skin as is common for people from her country, and her hair was such a dark, rich brown that it looked black in some light, matching the color of her eyes. He had pert, grapefruit sized breasts, capped with chocolate brown nipples that made her knees go weak when she played with them, and could cut glass when aroused.
By the time she had turned 18, she had already written several well received papers in regards to skin care, treatments of skin conditions, and burn recovery. She had a new project she wanted to research, one that made the eager young woman feel naughty, yet held great potential. It could make her name in the field, and a ton of money, if it worked.
She felt that there were certain elements in human male seminal fluids that could help with skin regeneration from burns and hair growth in women with certain genetic issues, if treated properly.
Her mentor, Professor Nicholas Peterson, had thought it was a grand theory, and offered her extra time in the labs to work on her research, and offered to review her work whenever she felt it was needed.
He was 50 years old, with thick gray hair, plenty of laugh lines on his gentle face, and behind his glasses were striking blue eyes that shone with kindness whenever he spoke with Azra. He was slightly built with a slight belly.
He treated her like a daughter, and had kept more than one womanizing cocksman away from her with threats of scholastic damnation and loss of scholarship.
He knew she needed to learn about the adult world of relationships and sex, but he couldn't bear the thought of her being heartbroken, or worse, losing her future due to an untimely pregnancy.
Azra had been to his house many times for dinner with him and his lovely wife, Ceren, her mother's sister, for various holiday dinners. She had fond memories of him stretching far back into her childhood.
Her aunt marrying a foreign non believer had been a huge scandal in her traditional family back in Turkey, necessitating their move to the U.S.
He was the one who most encouraged her to pursue her dreams of becoming a dermatologist.
Professor Peterson was working on his own project while assisting Azra with hers, an experimental new treatment for Erectile Dysfunction involving hormone and gene therapy, that he hoped would help those suffering from the condition. Like himself.
His wife was a dutiful queen, but he had been unable to perform with regularity for several years, now, and longed to restore his virility. He dearly missed his intimacy with his wife.
Many of the processes involved in his own experimentation were compatible with Azra's own project, so they soon moved into the same lab, but Azra had a problem.
None of the semen samples provided by the young men on campus for a few extra bucks (hey, go here and jerk off in a cup and these people will PAY you, bro!) seemed to contain the proper mixture of proteins, or were contaminated by the drinking and recreational drugs college students tended to experiment with.
Azra sighed in frustration, as yet another sample failed to pass muster. Shit. Did any of these dumbfucks understand the damage they did to themselves with the antics they pulled at their stupid frat parties?
"Problems?" Professor Peterson asked from his side of the lab.
"None of these..ahmak cocuks can seem to keep themselves from drinking or smoking themselves into unviable sperm donors!" She snarled, frustrated and tired.
"There, there, Tatlim!" He said, coming over and laying a comforting hand on her shoulder in a fatherly gesture, using the Turkish term for "my sweet," only used in private with her.
He may have ED, but that didn't stop him from harboring a deeply hidden attraction to the young beauty he mentored, and using a pet name in private was the one way he allowed himself to show it.
"Keep at it. The journey of a thousand steps unfortunately requires a thousand steps to complete, but it will be worth it once your goal has been accomplished!" He offered encouragingly.
"I know, Dayi" she said, using the term for her Uncle on her mother's side, "it's just so...aggravating!"
With that, she went back to work.
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Nicholas looked over at Azra's sleeping form with an affectionate smile. It was 2am, and she had fallen asleep at her desk while entering her data, while he kept at it.
He had been running computer simulations on various combinations of growth and procreative hormones newly discovered, as well as genetic sequences that should renew virility in those with ED.
As he was also starting to drift off, another night in a long string spent at the lab without going home, his much abused computer chirped with the latest results.
He looked, expecting another series of failures, his disappointment matching young Azra's, just better contained. He quickly scanned the string of data, starting to look away when he noticed one overwhelmingly positive outcome among a sea of failure.
He leaned forward and looked further into the data, his heart hammering in his chest. The one formula he had entered with alterations adding some of the treatments Azra had suggested for her skin regenerative treatment. That was the success.
The highest possible chance of success. But with possible unknown side effects. Shit.
Now, testing was needed. Possibly years of animal testing before they even got to human trials. He could be almost 70 by the time he could benefit from this if it worked. Fuck
As he looked upon the beautiful sleeping face of his student and niece by marriage, he came to a rash decision. He started the process to synthesize the formula, downloaded the data to a flash drive, and wiped his computer's latest data.
What he was about to do was highly inappropriate and could cost him his position if caught, so he might as well do what he could to both protect his career, and possibly cure his ED.
By the time the formula was complete, it was 5am Saturday morning. Most of the rest of the students would be busy this weekend with the Family Weekend event.
He knew Azra would probably stay here, as her parents were still in Turkey, so they had the lab to themselves. With an uncharacteristic thought of "fuck it," he injected the formula into his neck with an auto injector.
He felt searing heat, before his vision blurred, and then he passed out.
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Azra woke up to the sound of a desk drawer being slammed shut, followed by muttering.
She opened her eyes and saw Professor Peterson looking manic, sweating and red-faced, and looking slightly puffy, as though in the midst of an allergic reaction.
"Dayi? What's wrong?" She asked, pushing down impending panic to see what was going on.
