People at school used to make jokes about Elyssa’s dad being an evil scientist, but I don’t think they realized that it really was true. He wasn’t like normal dads.

Elyssa Sykora was my best friend. We think that her dad must have genetically engineered her, because she was physically perfect, and good at everything. She had long chocolate-brown hair that shined like a moonlit river, and black sultry eyes. Her tits were large and round and unaffected by gravity; they practically begged to be touched whenever she wore something tight - which was just about everything in her wardrobe. She had the flat belly, narrow waist, and curvy hips of a comic book heroine. Her arms, thighs, and ass were feminine but powerful - the sort of look that Hollywood action stars need months of intense personal training to achieve.

She was also the smartest kid in high school - although her grades didn’t reflect it. She played piano and guitar, she spoke three languages, and she was an expert at jujitsu. She was the sort of person who, if you wrote story about them, would make the reader roll his eyes in disbelief - but then keep reading anyway.

I’m Gretchen. I was always cute in my own rights: strawberry blond hair, electric blue eyes, ponytail, and glasses; a little short. I was a good student, and a passable soccer player. People laughed at my jokes. But Elyssa was always the center of attention. I was usually with her - although people didn’t always notice me. And even when I wasn’t there, Elyssa always told me everything, so I figure that puts me in a good position to write about her life.

So anyway, like most fathers, Dr. Sykora was a bit overprotective when his daughter started dating. How he handled it was atypical. When Elyssa started bringing Rory around the house, Dr. Sykora greeted him like a new friend, and Rory responded in kind. Dr. Sykora even took Rory to sky box seats at a football game, so they could get to know each other. Every time Rory and Elyssa kissed after that, Rory got the hiccups. Rory and Elyssa were each other’s first loves, though, so they weren’t going to let a little thing like hiccups get in the way of showing their affection for each other.

The first time they went beyond kissing, they were in Elyssa’s room at her dad’s house. He peeled off her outer shirt like a man peeling a juicy orange. He was rewarded with the sight of two tiny stiff bumps, poking through her bra and camisole. He stopped to touch them, in wonder, and Elyssa’s giggles were cut short by a groan. Once her cami had been removed, Rory ran his fingers up and down her belly and kneaded her breasts through her bra. Once that obstacle was removed as well, Rory sucked and squeezed and caressed while Elyssa closed her eyes and lost herself in the new sensations that her body had wanted for so long. Sometimes his attention to her nipples became too intense and she would arch her back, but when that happened he always responded just right - making things softer, lighter, slower.

Things might have gone further between the Elyssa and Rory that day if Rory’s itching hadn’t become so powerful. The lovers got dressed and went to the kitchen for glasses of water when they realized that Rory’s entire face and chest were covered with hives.

“What have you kids been up to?” Dr. Sykora asked, smirking at Rory’s symptoms. Elyssa’s only response was a dagger-like gaze. That just amused Dr. Sykora even more.

The next time Rory came over, it had been preceded by a trip to the drug store. Elyssa marched into her bedroom, Rory in one hand, and a bag full of calamine lotion and rubbers in the other. This time it was less about young love, and more about a battle of wills: Elyssa was determined to go all the way with Rory, consequences be damned. Rory was less sure of himself.

Rory’s suffering was kept in check this time by liberal use of the lotion as they undressed their upper halves. They made it a game, Rory swirling the pungent lotion around Elyssa’s nipples erotically, just as she had done to him moments before. A new complication arose when Elyssa, clad only in her Metallica panties, unzipped Rory’s pants and tried to free the beast inside. As soon as she touched his cock, his whole body broke out into convulsions.