I was never much of a student in High School. I did manage to graduate on time, and I decided to attend a community college that happened to be in my town. I was only 19, and I figured this way I could still live at home and save my money.
My buddy Kevin, who was also 19, ended up at the community college too, which makes sense, because most of the time in high school we'd been skipping class together. We had several classes together, one being freshman biology. The class managed to be both boring and difficult. About the only bright patch was the lab partners we'd been assigned.
Kevin was partnered with a girl named Erin Westville. Erin was actually still a senior at the catholic high school in town; advanced students could take courses for college credits during their senior year. Erin could seem kind of stuck up sometimes and she was kind of a know-it-all. But I never got tired of looking at her. She had only just turned eighteen, so less than a year younger than me. But she was absolutely adorable, a vision of innocent loveliness. She had straight blonde hair flowing down over her shoulders, and hazel eyes behind silver-framed glasses. She was very petite, with narrow hips and a firm, round, little butt. Her boobs were small enough that you couldn't really see them under the clothes she usually wore, but I didn't think she was completely flat-chested.
My lab partner was a really cool girl named Katie Wynn. Katie was another freshman at the community college. She was my age and came from two towns over. Katie just made you want to smile. She had a round cheerful face with liquid brown eyes, and very fair, almost pale skin, framed by her thick, chestnut hair. She had full, round, marvelous boobs, and full hips, and it was like she didn't have a hard edge anywhere on her body. She had a wicked smile that made my heart race. She was quick to laugh, and to goof around.
There was quite a bit of goofing around that day. We'd been given a quick photocopy worksheet of words to define and diagrams to label. Which ordinarily would have sucked. Except that we were currently in the human reproduction section. Nice, huh?
"Aphrodisiac," said Katie, reading from her paper.
Erin flipped through the text. Then she ran her finger along the page as she read. "Aphrodisiac. Any of various foods, drugs, or other materials believed to cause sexual arousal, increase sexual potency, or enhance sexual pleasure." I noticed Kevin staring with his mouth hanging open as she read.
"Huh," I said. "You know, my dad invented one of those."
Erin looked up from her book and across at me. "Um, no." she said.
"What?"
"Listen:" Erin went back to the book and began to read out loud while Keven looked at me and rolled his eyes.
"While products are occasionally marketed," she read, "none have been shown to have any actual, clinical effect. No known substance has the properties of a genuine aphrodisiac." Erin lifted her cute little face and gave me a smug look as if that had settled it all.
"His dad really is, like, a big time chemist," said Kevin.
"Sorry," said Erin. "Not buying it."
"It's true, he did a lot of work on an aphrodisiac project. But they lost their funding. Hell, I'm pretty sure there's still some in his workroom at home." I said.
"At home?"
"He has a workroom set up at our house because he works in the middle of the night sometimes."
"They let him do that?"
"I'm not saying he is one, but they absolutely treat him like he's a genius. They expect him to be weird, and give him whatever he wants.
"Prove it, " said Katie.
I turned to her. She had this evil, bashful, playful, challenging smile.
"How am I supposed to do that?" I asked.
"Are we still all getting together at the library tomorrow to study?" asked Katie. We all nodded.
"Bring it in," she said.
"I can't steal something from dad's shop...,"
Erin gave me a dismissive look. As class ended, the girls both got up and left together without another word to either of us. I stood slack jawed for a bit as Kevin and I watched them walk away, my eyes darting back and for the between Erin's tight, taught backside, and Katie's round, swaying young ass.
It was the last class of the day, so Kevin and I headed out, walking home, our backpacks slung over our shoulders.
"Thanks for backing me up," I said to him.
"No problem," he said. "So is it true?"
"About my dad making that stuff? Totally! For a while it was all he worked on. They hit some snag though. Something to do with 'initial standing hormone levels' whatever that means. "
"Who cares?" said Kevin. "Even if you just show it to her, it'll totally shut Erin down. She's wicked hot, but she's such a know-it-all. Are you sure there's no way you could get some out of your dad's lab? "
"Actually, it would be pretty easy. He won't be home for a few hours, and he's onto a new project anyway. He hasn't worked on it since last year. He's still got the samples, though. I saw the case. I doubt he'd even miss a sample. And it's not like it's locked up or anything."
My house was on the way to Kevin's, so he sometimes stopped and hung out for a while before walking the rest of the way home. This was one of those days, but this time, instead of continuing loudly into the kitchen for a snack after we dropped our backpacks inside the door, we stood in the quiet foyer and looked at each other. Finally, I said, "OK, come on," and led the way to the stairs down to my Dad's workshop.
There wasn't much to see in the workshop. Some steel tables, a fume hood, his desk and computer, and a ton of cabinets. Most of the various apparatuses were put away, and all the various materials stored safely. I knew which cabinet it was. Even though I knew my dad wouldn't be home for at least two hours made me nervous just being down there, so I didn't screw around. I went straight to a large cabinet on the far left, and quickly pulled it open. Inside, along with all of the research materials, there was a large black case. I opened the case, and inside were half a dozen small, opaque, squat, little bottles. It had a label like you might see on a pill bottle from the pharmacy, but most of whatever it said was techno-gibberish to me. But the words "aphrodisiac compound" appeared several times, so I hoped it would be enough. I stashed a bottle in my pocket, put everything back the way it was, and then Keven and I practically ran out of there. Back upstairs in the den, I flopped onto the couch and Kevin kicked back in the overstuffed easychair against the wall.
I dug the little bottle out of the pocket of my jeans and sat looking at it.
"Think it'll be enough to convince Erin?" I asked .
"I dunno," said Kevin. "Let me see it."
I tossed it to him. He caught it, then sat back and took a close look at the label.
"How's it supposed to work?" he asked.
"No idea. I don't think you drink it, because they used the same samples for a long time without using it up."
"Why'd they stop working on it?"
"Dad said they could never get it to work on the sorts of people they needed it to work on, whatever that means."
Kevin held the bottle up to the light. He carefully unscrewed the top and took the tiniest sniff. His face wrinkled at the smell, and he screwed the cap back on the bottle, and then paused. Kevin had really fair skin, the kind of kid who'd sunburn really easily. As I watched, his cheeks flushed pink.
"You ok?" I asked. He shook his head like he was trying to clear it, and he shifted in his seat.
"Yeah. I'm fine. I think maybe you inhale it. Here, try taking a really big sniff and holding it in."
Keven passed me the bottle. Curious, I unscrewed the cap, held the little bottle up to my nose, and took a really deep breath. It had an intense, penetrating, medicine smell, like peppermint and bleach. I was screwing the little cap back on, and holding the vapor in my lungs, when the first warm rush hit me. I exhaled in a whooshing sigh. My heartbeat was suddenly a throbbing pulse in my head, and I laid back onto the couch. I felt the drumming liquid rush of blood flowing through my body. I started to feel a heavy pressure flowing down my torso into my lower belly, forcing itself slowly out into my balls and my dick, filling my balls with warm heaviness, and giving me an urgent and obvious erection. My cock was suddenly stiff and throbbing and pushing hard against my jeans. It became very uncomfortable to be wearing pants. I shifted around, trying not to be too obvious about repositioning my sudden hard-on. I managed to get my dick pointing up along my belly, when the warm rush hit me again. As my heart thumped hard, high in my chest, the warmth filled my body, and my penis struggled to become even harder, when it was already as hard as it had ever been. Throbbing stiffness stretched every wrinkle out of my shaft, pushing the head of my cock up toward the waistband of my underwear. It swelled and grew until it actually began to ache.
