Incalculable (D-Prime Madness) (1679 hits)
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Submitted by JMG114 (View user info) at 2006-10-04 09:24:51 EDT
In the crowded astronomy 101 class, Amy the college freshman raised her hand. Professor Henry Clayton called on her immediately, always hungry to look at the busty, blonde student. "Amy?"
Any errant traces of Professor Clayton's attention became undivided once Amy licked her lips lightly and asked, "So like, what happened before the big bang? What made everything just kind of compress together in the first place?"
Something inside of Henry shuddered at the utter stupidity of the question, but he was anxious to indulge his suppressed-by-thirty-years-of-marriage libido. "An excellent question. To be frank, we really don't know. Most of my contemporaries will tell you that since time and space as we know it didn't exist before the big bang, then it really doesn't matter what came before, as there couldn't have been anything. Not, at least, in the way we would think of it."
Amy tilted her head and popped her gum. "So you're saying that there wasn't anything? Just a load of blackness and stuff?"
Henry smiled. "There wasn't anything. No blackness, whiteness, no anything. There was trillions of tons of matter and radiation concentrated in a single spot less than the size of an atom, and an instant later, it exploded. That's that."
Amy persisted, "Yeah, but how? How'd it all come together in the first place?"
Henry drummed his fingers on his wooden lectern. "Such questions are the playground of theologians and theoretical physicists. In this class, we're dealing only with quantifiable facts. The answers to your questions are, at least according to modern science, incalculable."
Two hours later, someone knocked on Professor Clayton's office door. "Enter," he said.
Amy entered, popping gum. Henry, safely out of the arena of the classroom, easily allowed his erection to grow unchecked.
"Amy!" he said, perhaps a little too excitedly, "Have a seat."
She did, without bothering to thank him. It didn't matter.
"So Professor, I was thinking about my critical paper. You said it had to be at least fifteen pages no matter what, right?"
"Well, fifteen . . .plus or minus . . .well, we can work it out," he said hopefully.
"Because I had a great idea on what to do for the paper. I'll do some research and write about what happened before the big bang!"
Henry smiled and shook his head slightly. "Amy, you'd be wasting your time. Such things are unknowable and incalculable. If you'd like, I could recommend several other topics for your critical paper—"
"I'd really like to write it about that," purred Amy, "Besides, I'm thinking about majoring in astronomy but if I can't write about what I'm interested in then maybe I'll go major in physics or something."
Henry twitched at her mention of physics. Professor Ira Simms, head of the university's physics department, had always been Henry's academic nemesis. Henry remembered well how Simms had twice beaten him for Ivy League professorships and was rumored to be mere years away from a Nobel-worthy discovery. The thought of his most attractive student becoming a Simms sycophant was too much to bear.
"Come to think of it," he said, "There's a lot of merit in your idea." Henry stood up and walked around to the front of his desk. He leaned against it, mere inches from where Amy sat, cross-legged. "I think that if you and I work on this project together, then it'll turn into something . . .good."
Amy blinked and widened her eyes. She popped her gum. "You'd help me with the project? For real?"
"Totally," Henry made his move, inching closer to Amy's face, "For real."
Amy's eyes darted to Henry's lips and a moment later had pressed herself to them. Her lips were far softer and tastier than Henry had imagined they'd be. He looked up from his very passionate student for only a moment—long enough to see that the door to his office was still slightly ajar. Ah, love! Such things did not matter. Henry slid his arms around Amy's slender waist and pulled her close to him, close enough for her to feel something very hard in his pants. Amy moaned softly.
Henry broke from her lips and kissed down her neck. Amy tilted her head backwards and sighed. Henry put his hands on Amy's twin, c-cup, globular clusters and massaged them lightly. Amy herself licked her way back into Henry's mouth and Henry pulled off her coral red halter top. She kissed his face and down his neck, moving down and sliding off his sports jacket. She unbuttoned his white dress shirt and flicked her tongue around his chest.
The professor inhaled sharply and hooked his thumbs into the top of Amy's little black skirt. He easily pulled it off of her hips and let it fall to the floor, noting the black g-string his student had chosen to wear. Before he knew it, his pants were off and she had pushed him hungrily onto his own desk, shoving away the papers, pens, and little comic strip he had been doodling about winning the Nobel Prize.
Deftly, he unhooked her bra and tossed it to the floor. She kissed him over and over, her tongue exploring parts he didn't even know he had. He ran his hand through her hair, kissing, licking, and biting her lips. She groaned loudly and ripped off his remaining clothing. He tore off her g-string and she mounted him within seconds. She screamed as her naked body bounced over and over, tossing her head this way and that. Professor Henry Claymore couldn't take it another second and ejaculated fully into his student's body. Amy's entire torso vibrated violently with their twin orgasms.
"Uuunnngghh . . . !" Amy moaned and collapsed onto Henry's body, kissing his face. Henry, his face hot and sticky, closed his eyes and smiled. What's done was done, after all.
Amy kissed his chin. "How was it for you?" she asked sweetly.
"Mmm," Henry replied, "Incalculable, my dear."
Amy giggled softly. "Wait until my Daddy finds out that we're dating!"
Henry's endorphins stopped short. The sound effect of screeching brakes played involuntarily in his head. "Dating? Well, um . . .Amy, I don't think your father would really approve of our relationship—"
"Oh, he will! He adores your work! He's Professor Simms!"
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Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2006-10-04 18:10:21 EDT (#)
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Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2006-10-04 13:31:17 EDT (#)
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Submitted by swine_powered_hate_machine (user info) at 2006-10-04 13:07:27 EDT (#)
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+1 for banging the hell out of the arch-nemesis' brat.
Submitted by d_prime (user info) at 2006-10-04 11:38:29 EDT (#)
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Good work Jared. Your stories are always so integrated and purpose-directed, and... funny in a guilty way. But the first two make the last all the more powerful, like Stephen King novels where it's more scary because he has great characterization.
I'll have mine up shortly.
Submitted by Serious_Melvin (user info) at 2006-10-04 10:57:09 EDT (#)
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Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-10-04 09:52:21 EDT (#)
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I enjoyed this and so did my penis.
Submitted by nya_nyo (user info) at 2006-10-04 09:41:33 EDT (#)
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nice
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2006-10-04 09:37:09 EDT (#)
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+2's all around, it's Electros birthday
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-10-04 09:32:33 EDT (#)
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Bit stuck for ideas, were you? This is ok...not great.
Submitted by UnderOathMeal (user info) at 2006-10-04 09:28:09 EDT (#)
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BURNNNNNNN
Submitted by professorfuckface (user info) at 2006-10-04 09:25:51 EDT (#)
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needed more professors with funny names, like mine, you hook nosed jew bastard