Reverse Polarity (an Admin Tale)

Reverse Polarity

An ADMIN Tale

Building Tolerance 1

Sunday Night

After a week of using the ADMIN app on the girls he desired most, Aaron felt he was getting a pretty good handle on things. All three were now well past the Neutrality stage and working on Tolerance, which the app defined as the removal of negative feelings about the social acceptability of the fetish or taboo in question. The strategy he had employed most to bring them to this point was finding something with close to 50-50 odds and spamming it as much as necessary until it took. Once Melissa had been exposed to the smell and taste of a man's cum, and made to believe it wasn't disgusting, it had been much easier to get her to accept random thoughts about cocks and cumming. Aaron had needed to buy several spare batteries for his phone in order to send all the commands he wanted, but unless he was mistaken, he'd managed to get Melissa watching porn that weekend, specifically porn of women getting facials or otherwise playing with cum. He didn't have highly granular control over what she found, but he tried to use language that would steer her towards clips of women enjoying being bathed in jizz.

The strategy for Tamasree was similar, and after draining a couple of batteries, she should have spent much of the weekend looking for pictures and videos of women's privates. In her case, she probably was focusing more on artistic nudes than graphic porn, although he had no way of checking currently. Nora's burgeoning exhibitionism was again proving a little harder to crack, as she had ultimately decided against going back to the lake at night to skinny dip. It was running out of battery power trying to push that command that finally convinced Aaron to get spares and a portable charger the following morning. Nora had proved more resistant to impulsive viewing of porn also, so he'd eventually settled on making her seek out mainstream movies that featured women nude in public as an interim measure.

The main problem Aaron was currently trying to resolve was inserting himself into the process somehow. None of his targets associated with him in or outside of classes much, and while the erstwhile boyfriends had proved to be useful tools, he really wanted to enjoy the fruits of being up close and personal as the girls eventually looked for ways to explore their burgeoning but socially embarrassing sexual fantasies. It wasn't until Sunday night that he managed to come up with a plan that he thought might work. He used the SEE system to add three of his professors to his contacts list, picking the teachers of classes he shared with his targeted women. With patience and skill, he managed to convince all three to assign group projects with randomly picked partners as major components of their final grades. While most of the partners would indeed be selected by chance, he made sure that he would be paired with Melissa, Nora, or Tamasree in their respective classes.

There was a great deal of grumbling and complaining that Monday as the professors dropped news of the surprise projects on their mostly-unexpecting classes. Some people got almost mutinous when they found out they wouldn't even be allowed to pick their partners, but the teachers had mostly assigned pairs with known friendships in mind, and it was only in the case of loners like Aaron that they had broken up larger friend groups to compensate.

Melissa in particular seemed very sour about being stuck with what she whispered to her friends was a 'loser pervert' for a history project. Nora seemed resigned but courteous when she learned that she and Aaron would be required to present a book report together. Tamasree actually seemed cautiously optimistic about the assignment in their art history elective, as she didn't have a lot of friends at school either, although it was clear she would have felt more comfortable partnered with another girl instead. The next step, Aaron decided, would be to get the girls to suggest project ideas he came up with, but making them believe that the ideas were theirs.

Monday Mid-Day

Melissa was cranky and almost pouting as she and Aaron met during the lunch hour to discuss their American History project. She didn't consider herself a feminist

per se

, but she absolutely believed in equal rights and non-discrimination and all that, so she wanted to focus on the history of women's rights. No matter how exciting she had found the videos and pictures of women getting splattered with semen, that didn't change the fact that society needed to recognize the inherent dignity of all people. No matter what kind of messy, degenerate sex those people enjoyed behind closed doors, they were still entitled to the same rights and privileges as anyone else in society.

Melissa's initial idea was exploring the fight for voting rights, but the more she thought about it, the more she decided they should focus on the sexual revolution of the late 20

th

century instead. It would be particularly important for a little perv like Aaron to learn than women's sexuality didn't exist for men's enjoyment or regulation. While it might be economically advantageous for woman to exploit men's lust by allowing themselves to be seen as cum receptacles in certain types of porn, Melissa really wanted to emphasize the empowerment some women could obtain by harnessing their sexuality. She hadn't meant to get quite so passionate about the subject during their planning meeting, but she saw with pleasure that Aaron seemed so totally cowed by her zeal for the project that he acquiesced to everything she demanded. She smirked a little, thinking that the perverted little loner would probably prove a valuable resource when it came to researching porn to support their project hypothesis.

~~

Nora was annoyed that she would be stuck doing a book report with a weirdo like Aaron, but on the upside, he seemed too shy to pull her pants down in class like Eddie, or try pulling off her swimsuit like Wade. She was extra annoyed that she felt a little disappointed that he would probably only embarrass her by turning out to be a useless partner, and not by exposing her body somehow. She didn't think he was dumb, necessarily, but he rarely spoke up in class so she naturally assumed he had little to contribute. It was therefore a pleasant surprise to discover that he seemed reasonably articulate and was willing to let her pick whatever book she wanted from the list provided by the professor.

Their project was on books that had been banned in the past, often for scenes of sexuality or gender expression that were considered scandalous or immoral at the time, but which might seem relatively tame by modern standards. The assignment called for them to provide an overview of the book as a whole and pick one such scene to analyze in a detailed 'compare and contrast' style, as a presentation in front of the class. Her eyes roved over the list and finally decided on

Lady Chatterley's Lover

. It was newer than many of the other books on the list, so she figured the language should be relatively easy to understand at least. Aaron seemed fine with that choice and they made plans to meet again after they had a chance to read a few chapters.

~~

Tamasree was a little nervous to be assigned Aaron as a partner. She'd been unable to look at him since he found the lewd picture at her feet, certain that he believed she must be some kind of deviant. But he hadn't said a word to her about it since then, and whenever she accidentally looked his way he gave her a simple smile if he noticed her attention at all. He didn't spend time with people very often, and while Tama wasn't one for gossip, she couldn't help but overhear occasional remarks that the quiet young man with a tendency to stare too much was a pervert. No one ever seemed to want to go into details about what perverted things he liked, so Tamasree wasn't even sure she truly understood the term as it was being used. She wondered if perhaps he also enjoyed looking at vaginas, which she had eventually accepted about herself.

Tamasree had initially assumed they were dirty, nothing more than a receptacle for people's need to reproduce, and not to be admired, just another messy part of life to be accepted but not dwelled upon. But seeing so many different kinds of vaginas in so many different states, she had come to accept that there was beauty to be found even in the messy parts of life. She was coming around to the idea that a woman's opening might be the single most important body part, in an aesthetic sense, because it was the beginning and end of the procreative process, representative of the need for the species to continue, and therefore worthy of veneration. Tama was excited to see that Aaron seemed to be rapt as she found herself unexpectedly declaiming her desire to focus their art project on the vagina, and was both relieved and gratified to discover that he seemed to share her genuine and growing enthusiasm for their upcoming partnership.

Saturday Morning

Melissa gradually, and grudgingly, found herself coming to appreciate and admire Aaron's work ethic and contributions to their project over the course of the week. He had eliminated any doubt about his being a pervert, but all things considered, he was a reasonably courteous one. His eyes wandered a bit, which Melissa reluctantly admitted to herself was pretty common for males that were awake, but he didn't make lewd innuendoes toward her or attempt to get physically close. As expected, he had a disturbing wealth of knowledge about pornography, but in this case it provided the pair with so many possible avenues of research to pursue that the main difficulty was in narrowing their focus to make a good selection and tight presentation.

They eventually decided to compare and contrast studio pornography of the late 20

th

and early 21

st

centuries with mainstream films, emphasizing the fact that in the pornographic industry, women more often received top billing and higher pay than their male co-stars, even when the mainstream films veered close to adult cinema in terms of capitalizing on the sexuality of the female leads. Melissa had hesitantly agreed to watch several such transgressive mainstream films with Aaron so they could discuss scenes and take notes for their report, but didn't feel comfortable watching actual pornography with him present, so they worked on a list to view separately and discuss later.

To her considerable surprise, Melissa enjoyed watching the porn even more than the regular films. She found herself idly masturbating several times and kept having random thoughts pop into her head, like, "She is clearly loving that facial," or, "I wonder how it would feel to swallow that much cum?" The idle thoughts disturbed her at first, but she gradually stopped finding them remarkable. She started to reminisce with longing regret about her interlude in the library with Ted. Granted, he was being totally disrespectful when he smeared his cum on her face, but it now felt like a missed opportunity in light of her new understanding of how much some women enjoyed the experience. Any time she thought of Ted and considered giving him a second chance, though, she felt a new spike of irritation and compared him unfavorably to Aaron, who was undoubtedly more perverted but also more respectful.

By the time the weekend rolled around, Melissa decided she was okay with watching a few porn clips with Aaron, so they could pick each other's brains in real-time about what made the scene interesting from different perspectives. She was particularly caught on the idea that experiencing something like a cum facial could seem degrading in the context of the scene, but ultimately be empowering in the broader context of the actress's career. Neither was keen on having the viewing at home, for fear of awkward questions or interruptions, so they ultimately decided on the same room in the library basement where Melissa had given Ted a handjob the week before. She blushed to think about the coincidence but played it cool when they arrived.

The awkwardness mostly vanished as they started playing the downloaded clips of famous porn stars doing scenes of sex that most people would consider perverted. They discussed how actresses who were more willing to engage in such activities tended to be the ones who got the most work and made the most money and fame from their efforts. Melissa was embarrassed to notice that Aaron had an erection, but could hardly blame him considering the situation, and more than once she had discovered her own hand in her lap or pressed between clenched thighs. As the last clip finished with a close-up of a pretty Hispanic woman smiling through a glaze of semen and licking her lips with evident satisfaction, Melissa let out a sigh of longing, but quickly tried to cover it up by coughing, blushing all the while. Fortunately, Aaron either didn't notice or chose not to remark on it.

"Well," said Melissa, "I guess that pretty much covers all of our primary research."

"Yep," agreed Aaron, "Now I guess we just combine our notes and do an outline and go from there. Do you think we should include any stills or clips in the presentation? It might shock some people, but I'm betting it'll be less boring than a normal slideshow."

Melissa laughed out loud at the suggestion but found herself kind of liking the idea. "I bet the prof will shut us down if we do, but it might make for a good finale!" she confessed. "If we want maximum effect we should pick something really spicy, like a bukkake scene!" Melissa blushed as she suggested it; she had only learned the word a few days ago but it was fast becoming one of her favorite search terms.

Aaron nodded and said, "Great idea! How about this one?" as he clicked on the laptop to review one of the saved scenes again. Both teens squirmed in their chairs as they watched a pretty brunette take load after load on her face, demanding more cum with a smile the whole time.

"God, that's so sexy," Melissa whimpered, then clapped her hand over her mouth in horror.

She stared at Aaron with wide eyes, but he just gave her a small smile and said, "You don't have to be embarrassed, you know I agree with you. And so do a lot of other people, or this kind of stuff wouldn't exist. Or at least, it would be a lot harder to find." Melissa felt her shock and shame abate slightly, replaced by a small amount of gratitude that Aaron was so blasé about her disgraceful confession.

"I guess," she murmured as she looked back at the screen, frozen on the last frame of the smiling, cum-splattered starlet.

Aaron blushed slightly and said, "I hope you won't think I'm being a creep to mention it, but I was surprised when you suggested this topic, and honestly, I figured you just wanted to embarrass me because everyone says I'm a pervert. Well, yeah, I like pornography, but that's far from the worst thing people create. So I was really happy to see that you were serious about wanting to talk about the subject from a perspective of, like, social gender roles and equality and women finding ways to leverage their advantages and embrace sexuality even when it makes people uncomfortable." He looked into Melissa's eyes and concluded, "So please believe me when I say that I'm happy to see that you can appreciate this kind of stuff, even though part of you clearly thinks you shouldn't, or that you should keep your enjoyment a secret. It honestly does feel empowering to find someone with a shared view."

Melissa had no idea how to respond to such a statement so she just gave Aaron a weak smile and mumbled, "Thank you..." It felt surprisingly intimate to hear such words, and while part of her was always on the lookout for smooth talkers and manipulative agendas, she honestly couldn't tell if she believed him, or just wanted to.

Aaron gave her another hesitant smile and said, "Well, I should probably hit the road. I guess we can meet up sometime on Monday and go over our outlines?" Melissa nodded absently and agreed, thoughts churning as Aaron got up and left the room. She heard his phone play a fanfare as he walked away and she re-opened the bukkake clip for a third time, rubbing her crotch and picturing herself in place of the actress.

Saturday Mid-Day

Nora had spent her week in a haze of frustrated arousal. She had been on a movie-watching kick for the last little while, ever since she broke up with Wade, and somehow every movie she watched had people getting naked in public, either on purpose or by accident. With every such movie she saw, her own unwanted desire to be nude in public grew more intense. Her reading assignment wasn't doing much to help matters either, as it had a number of graphically described sex scenes that bordered on what she considered pornographic. She wasn't surprised that it had been banned when it first came out, but she couldn't help but get a little hot and bothered when she was working on her report.

To make her life even more awkward, Nora was developing friendly feelings toward the class perv she had been partnered with. He turned out to be working just as diligently on the project as she was, which was gratifying and something of a relief, but beyond that, she inexplicably found his reading of excerpts to be captivating and even faintly erotic. There was just something about his voice that stirred her depths, especially when she convinced him to read out some of the erotic passages from the book. Listening to the steamy sex scenes as read by Aaron caused her panties to get damp, much to Nora's shock and chagrin. His intense staring as she would take a turn reading a scene, which had once made her uncomfortable as it felt like he was undressing her with his eyes, now made her tremble with lust.

By Saturday Nora could take it no more, and when Aaron came to her apartment for their scheduled lunch work session, she hatched her plan. "I was thinking that for our presentation we should act out one of the scenes from the book," she explained. "Some of them are obviously too graphic to get away with even in a college class, but there a few that we could present that would just be edgy."

Aaron raised his eyebrow and asked, "Oh, really? Did you have a specific scene in mind?" By way of answer, Nora showed him her dog-eared copy of the book and pointed out a highlighted passage. Both of Aaron's eyebrows raised and he asked, "You really want to act this out in front of the class?"

Nora blushed but nodded, saying, "Wait here while I get into costume."

A few moments later she returned wearing a silken nightgown, relatively modest in design but seeming almost scandalous in the context of their tenuous friendship. Nora was blushing as she lay down on the couch and said, "Read the passage please, Aaron."

She lay quite still, in a sort of sleep, in a sort of dream. Then she quivered as she felt his hand groping softly, yet with queer thwarted clumsiness, among her clothing. Yet the hand knew, too, how to unclothe her where it wanted. He drew down the thin silk sheath, slowly, carefully, right down and over her feet. Then with a quiver of exquisite pleasure he touched the warm soft body, and touched her navel for a moment in a kiss. And he had to come in to her at once, to enter the peace on earth of her soft, quiescent body. It was the moment of pure peace for him, the entry into the body of the woman.

Nora was breathing deeply and trembling with nerves as she quietly said, "Now act it out, please." Aaron looked at her steadily for a moment before he gently stroked her belly with one hand, tickling her faintly as he explored the texture of her silk-shrouded flesh. His hand made its way to her hip, where it was joined by the other, and both now gripped her intensely, rubbing up and down, moving the bottom hem up a centimeter or two at a time, until her glistening folds were just barely visible in the shadowy valley of her thighs. He glanced sharply up to her face to see her eyes half-lidded with desire, her lower lip held between her teeth, and her breathing ragged with desire.