Scientific Curiosity

Writer's note: No sex for a chapter or two -- think we need a bit of character development before continuing Peter's fun-times. Sorry, I'm impatient for it too, but at some point we need to find out more about these people! Thanks for your patience and appreciate the comments and support.

Peter explained everything as they both got dressed. He thought it might get a bit awkward when explaining the bit where he ejaculated into her hoodie, but Miranda was using that very same pink sorority hoodie to wipe her body clean of any of their mixed fluids she didn't pick up with her fingers and lick clean. So, nothing to be squeamish about there.

Miranda was focused, attentive, and sharp. She asked some follow-up questions about the details of the chemicals he had spilled, including some that he didn't know the answers to. She chimed in a few points confirming her side of things -- the smell, her desire for more of it. But her attention, eye contact, and reassuring arm rubs made it easy to talk to her, not intimidating. Peter found himself that much more attracted to her -- she wasn't just hot, she was smart and supportive.

Peter wrapped up his story as Miranda wriggled her cute little butt into the low-sitting sweatpants she'd thrown on that morning. She thought for a few moments, then spoke up. "Well, Peter, I gotta admit this is pretty far-fetched. This isn't some kind of sexy Marvel movie, you know? People don't just get chemicals spilled on them and develop super-powers. Did you ever think this could be something you already had? Did you ever, I dunno, have a girl smell your cum before?"

"Errr....no," Peter admitted.

"So, the hypothesis of 'magic chemicals made your dick magic' is pretty extraordinary. I mean, we have some pretty good data that your dick is magic, but the 'magic chemicals' part is a stretch. It could just be, like, your natural pheromones or something."

"Hmm, that's a good point, but it doesn't explain how you, uh, suddenly...became attracted to me? I mean, let's be realistic, you're way out of my league!"

Miranda laughed. "Oh, give yourself a little credit. You're dorky but in a cute way. With a few fashion updates you could be popular on campus. Still, the 'magic chemicals' idea is a stretch. We'd need to duplicate it to really consider it."

Peter blushed a little at the praise. Him? Cute? "But I don't remember the chirality of the solutions, nor what proportion ended up on my skin; it'd be pretty hard to duplicate."

Miranda nodded, understanding. "Yeah, that's totally understandable, it's not like you meant to do this. Argh, there are just so many unknowns here. We need more data. How long does the effect last? Are there any side-effects for you? What about for me?" She paused for a second, then looked up at Peter through suddenly sultry eyes. "What about for other women?"

Peter gulped. "Oh, yeah, those are all good questions. Especially that last one."

Miranda laughed briefly - a warm, husky laugh, surprisingly low for her bubbly voice and personality. "Okay, stud, don't get too carried away now. Let me figure out how to safely get some other, ah, participants in our trial. In the meantime, don't go cumming in other girls' clothing, you hear? I want sole data-collecting duties going forward."

Peter nodded, smiling. "Yes ma'am. At your service, whenever you need it."

"Actually, it might be better if you don't masturbate -- it'd be good to know how quickly you build up cum, and that would reduce chance of accidental exposure."

Peter nodded again. "Yeah, that makes sense I guess."

Miranda kissed him sweetly on the corner of his lips. "Okay, I gotta go do laundry and take care of some stuff. Here's my number -- see you Monday in lab! And remember, don't get anyone else exposed!" With that, Miranda slipped out of the room.

Peter stayed there for a moment, savoring the feeling of the kiss from his number one campus crush. Yes, he had just, well, lost his virginity by fucking the everliving shit out of her, but the sheer affection in that kiss was a different kind of tingle in his brain. Collecting himself, he walked out into the sunshine to enjoy his Saturday as a new man.