The sun shone bright on a spring morning on the campus of Western State University. The quad was packed with students. Some hustling to class, others hustling after each other. Following an unseasonably long and cold winter, the sun's warmth let students eschew heavy layers and coats for lighter--and much more revealing--clothing. The young men stole glances of coeds in tight tops and short shorts. The objects of their desire now hidden only by the thinnest of materials. Hormones surged in the crowd, pent up desires bubbled to the surface and gave every interaction a charge of sexual tension.
Amongst this crowd walked Eric Nilsson. Eric was a sophomore studying philosophy. He saw philosophy as the deep and noble pursuit of pure wisdom rather than a course of study likely to yield a well-paying job. Eric enjoyed pondering the deeper meanings of existence but yearned for a connection with the young coeds frolicking in the yard. Communicating with girls, especially attractive ones, had always been tough for him. He was painfully shy. His therapist called it social anxiety disorder and wanted him to try medications. Eric, however, had found the prescriptions made it difficult for him to think. He preferred exercise, and as a result, exercised daily. The typical morning included running a couple kilometers immediately after waking and in the afternoons a few times a week working with weights. He didn't want to be bulky with muscles but enjoyed the strain of pushing himself through lifting heavy things. The frequent exercise left him in excellent shape, but under his clothes he still looked ordinary. Clothes were never a priority for him so he didn't have anything fancy that accentuated his physique. Never in his life had he felt as if he stood out from the crowd of other male suitors in the eyes of the fairer sex, even if he was smarter and in better physical condition then most of them.
Lost in his thoughts on loci of power in society, but still noticing there were attractive women everywhere on the quad, Eric hopped up the grey, stone steps into the psychology department. To understand the field of philosophy fully, one needed to know how the mind and body worked, so he pursued a minor in psychology. He thoroughly enjoyed the subject, and this class, in particular, PSY 225: Human Sexuality and Gender, was his favorite. The course dealt with a variety of interesting modern theories on psychological and cultural influences on sexuality and best of all was taught by a professor that gave off an intense sexual energy. Her name was Dr. Cassandra.
Dr. Cassandra was of medium height, with brown hair showing just the faintest wisps of grey, that was always kept in a bun or ponytail. She wore thick glasses with large dark frames that frequently slipped down the bridge of her nose necessitating her to push them back up her face with a single, slender index finger. Her ancestry likely included some asian heritage and her stature was medium, with generous, if not huge breasts. It was difficult to be sure, as she always dressed like a frumpy librarian. Her outfits contained skirts that were invariably long, shirts with long sleeves buttoned way up and often covered in a sweater.
None of this gave off the impression of sex, but specific if less apparent characteristics made up for it. For one, she always wore high heels, even through the cold winters of the northern climates. These heels were so high that they seemed almost too high to be appropriate for a university setting. Walking in them made the visible parts of her calves bulge and her waist sway in a massively hypnotic fashion. What made her a secret entry on many a college boy's fantasy list though, was her voice. It was a quiet voice, but still somehow powerful. She spoke slowly, but her diction and pronunciation was precise to the point of exaggeration. She was standing near the door at the back of the lecture hall as Eric entered the room.
The doctor was also one of the preeminent researchers in the field of human sexuality. The university was world renowned as a leader in understanding sex. The psychology department besides producing some of the best academic research in the field, also had an applications lab where major breakthroughs were routinely achieved. The Applied Sexual Studies Institute was fortunate to have Dr. Cassandra as it's director. Dr. Cassandra's research focused on the electrical stimuli in the brain that controlled behavior, especially related to sex.
"Good morning Mr. Nilsson." She said with crisp diction and a warm smile spread on her thin lips covered in dark red, almost brown lipstick, matching the color of her ankle-length skirt. The partial slit opened up just enough to see a giant, black stiletto heel that must have been 25 cm (10 inches) or more.
"Good morning Dr. Cassandra. Looking forward to class this morning," came Eric's reply as he imagined a tinge of sexual energy coming from the doctor. And it wasn't just flattery for him to say so. He much enjoyed the recent discussions on various neuroses tied to society's repression of human sexuality. He himself engaged in a spirited debate the previous week with Jenn, a tall, shapely black woman with long dark hair in braids. She had sensual curves and projected an air of sexual independence. She was also brilliant and more than capable of handling her own in an argument. She was also an ardent feminist who argued that sexuality must be liberated to challenge the heteronormative, patriarchal institutions of power. Eric responded with his position, as put forth by Michel Foucault that our interpretations of sexuality are the result of dominant cultural mores and the mechanisms of power were inextricably linked to them. The two enjoyed the discussion immensely, even if it left the rest of their classmates, except for Dr. Cassandra who looked on with interest, confused. Despite being a fellow philosophy major with whom Eric shared many classes, Eric had never spoken to her outside of class. He wanted to, as her intellect as well as her figure made her very attractive and desirable, but also quite intimidating. Eric secretly hoped that more discussion could give him a way to connect with her on a non-academic level.
After class ended, Eric followed the throng of students exiting the lecture hall. All during class he was distracted, partly by watching Dr. Cassandra and her naughty-librarian vibe, but also by Jenn, whose passion was intense this week. As Jenn advocated for equality of the sexes, Eric couldn't help but admire her shapely backside. Tight black pants left little to the imagination, and no visible panty lines guaranteed she was wearing, at most, a thong. Eric preferred to think she was going commando. Thoughts of that booty kept Eric busy, and several times he had to shift his position as a partial erection made him uncomfortable.
While walking down the long hall of the old psych building, Eric heard a strange noise coming from behind the door that led to the applied science lab. The sound was a low, pulsing hum that grew steadily louder with quickening pulses. Curious at this most unusual noise, Eric opened the door. Inside was a small reception area with a desk typically managed by Claudia the receptionist. Claudia was a woman in her early 30s who just appeared to be hitting her sexual peak. Her dark hair showing just a hint of gray around the edges was always neatly parted. It was often worn down and came down to just above her shoulder. Makeup was not a high priority, but it was always stylish and complemented her round cheeks. She had put on a little weight over the years, not enough to be considered overweight, but enough to add some softness to her curves. Softness especially around her ample bosom which she very much liked to display. She was self-conscious of her aging looks with all the fresh you coeds and considered her breasts an advantage she held over most of them. Her preferred wardrobe was extremely low cut blouses and the most supportive push-up bra on the market. The result of this combo was extensive views of cleavage for anyone in the area, especially whenever she bent forward.
Secretly disappointed Claudia wasn't at her desk so he wouldn't get a peak, Eric followed the strange thrumming sound left through the reception area to the door to the lab itself. The sound got more intense as he got closer; it seemed now to be vibrating his brain. With only a slight hesitation, Eric opened the door and saw the cramped lab packed with people in white lab coats. He quickly recognized a couple professors standing near a half-dozen college students. Most of the students looked to be in grad school. And they all appeared to be female.
The group stood in a half circle around a large machine suspended over a table. The machine looked like some sort of a giant ray gun out of a sci-fi movie and it was pointed down at a table holding a rat in a cage. While Eric looked on, the humming got louder still and then, suddenly there was a sudden shriek and groan of bending metal. One of the machine's supports had twisted and was collapsing. The end of the machine swung wildly to Eric's left and then curved up sharply until it was pointing directly at him!
A blinding light obscured his vision and the pulsing vibration rattled his brain. In an instant he felt intense pressure and a sting of pain. His brain felt like it was on fire and it pulsed with electricity. With a gasp, his eyes rolled up into his head and he collapsed into blackness.
"What was he doing here?" Whispered a muffled voice nearby.
"I don't know, wasn't the door locked?" Came an anxious reply.
"Do you think he'll be okay?"
"He collapsed pretty fast!"
