Chapter 2

"Oh, hi, Bethany," said Brian.

She was really nervous. But she had a plan. "Remember how I was telling you about Cyrus's invention? The potion?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you also heard about Anne's A in chemistry?"

"No, I hadn't. I guess she doesn't get A's much?"

"No, never even had a B before."

"Huh."

"It's got to be Cyrus."

"Oh, I've seen then talking sometimes. Is he tutoring her?"

"They've been going out for a few weeks now."

"Huh. Really? Cyrus?"

Boys could be so ignorant, even if they were hot. All the girls knew about Cyrus and Anne!

"Yeah, and I think he used that potion thing on her."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think that's it."

"Huh."

"I think she's a slut, letting him do her like that just to learn stuff."

"Oh, yeah, I guess. Maybe she likes it, though."

"I guess -- but Cyrus?"

Brian shrugged, then grinned. "Imagine that. Doing it to a girl to teach her. You mentioned that before, I guess, didn't you. But what if it really worked? I should study up and see if I can get any tutoring jobs. Ha!"

It was several days later when she found him again, right after the American History test had been returned.

"How'd you do?" she asked. She already knew through the grapevine.

"Oh, well, I did pretty well, I guess."

"How well?"

"An A. But it's no big deal."

"No big deal! I got a B minus!" She hadn't really meant to get that bad of a grade, but her plan distracted her.

"Huh. What happened? You study pretty much, right? And you're smart."

"I can't concentrate so well lately; my mind's always wandering."

Brian said suddenly, "Well, I guess I could 'tutor' you like Cyrus did, eh? How'd you like that?" He laughed.

"Brian! You're bad!" said Bethany, but she hesitated.

"Even if you didn't learn anything, it would be fun."

"Brian!" she said, but there was a whimper mixed with the indignation.

He suddenly looked up at her before looking away, and she knew he was getting the message.

Brian had asked her out and she'd said yes, of course.

Before the date, she got Cyrus to give her a little vial of his magic potion. A little seductive flirting was all it took. Yeah, the potion probably didn't work, but what the heck.

"So, you wanna come upstairs?" he said nonchalantly as they leaned against the counter in his kitchen, drinking Cokes.

"Um, well, OK, I guess," she said.

"My bedroom!" he said, opening the door to let her in. It wasn't so messy. She'd bet it wasn't always like that; he'd cleaned it up planning to get her upstairs.

He gently took her shoulders and brought her in to him for a kiss. Bethany shuddered. Whoa! He was so hot, and finally kissing her.

Before long his one hand had migrated down to her butt, the other sliding in front to grope her right breast.

She felt her arousal build. His touch was more like pawing than caressing, but it was still exciting. After a few minutes of making out while standing, he said softly, "You wanna lie on the bed? Get more comfortable?"

Bethany nodded.

They were half-undressed, his right hand kneading her boobs as they kissed. He moved it down between her legs and brought it up to her crotch. A big part of her just wanted him to fuck her right then. But another part hesitated, remembering this was dangerous. She could just end up being a conquest for him. But the way he looked at her -- surely a boy couldn't look at a girl that way if he didn't want to be her boyfriend, could he?

He tugged on her panties, and she raised her hips. He somehow managed to roll them down her legs, and then she saw his cock. She'd never seen a grown-up cock all ready to go before. It was big and scary, but she knew it belonged inside her. On the other hand, there was her reputation...

"Oh, Bethany," he panted breathlessly. "You're so beautiful! It's amazing!" and he joined their faces for another passionate kiss. He moved to mount her, that cock zooming in between her legs.

"Wait!" she said. Did she want it? She knew he loved her -- he must! He was so strong, so masculine. What else was she supposed to think about? "You have a condom?" She'd swallowed Cyrus's potion for good luck, but hadn't thought through the semen-against-cervix part.

"Oh," he said. "Um, no."

"But we ought to."

"Tell you what, let's just do it a while, and I won't come in you, OK?"

"Um, well, OK, I guess."

"Oh, wow, Bethany," he said as his cock tip pressed against her moist pussy. "Unnnnnhhh!" he said as she felt a huge pressure and a stab of pain.

She was too shocked to speak, however. Her tissues gave way, and amid the pain she felt that huge thing invading her, occupying her more and more. But it didn't feel good.

"Oh, baby, you're so hot!" Brian said, having hit bottom in the girl and shifting to fast, deep strokes as he shoved his meat in and out. "Oh, shit, babe," he said. "It feels fantastic!"

That kind of talk made Bethany mad, but she didn't say anything. She was hurting bad down in her pussy, laid out helplessly below this crazed sex maniac. She wasn't a virgin any more.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "Didn't you want to learn American History? Let me fuck some American History into you!" and began an even more violent reaming of her sore innards.

She thought of reminding him he had to pull out, but that thought of Cyrus's invention clouded her mind long enough that she only said, "Brian ... Brian."

"Isn't it great, baby? Oh, shit. You're fantastic!"

"Brian ... You're gonna pull out, right?"

"Oh, shit, Bethany! I will ... just a little more ... it feels so good!" And with a few more frantic thrusts he said, "Oops, too late!" just as his body shuddered and he gave a huge groan. He must have come inside her. A second later she felt him pull out, her sore pussy suddenly empty.

And then the memories began. Shit, Cyrus's potion worked! There was a flood of guy memories -- friends, football practice, jokes, classes, some American History even. And then -- she started feeling sick to her stomach.

Brian had just been out with Justine the night before. Justine was one of the most popular girls, though in a different set from the one she hung around with. He really wanted Justine for his girlfriend and she seemed to like the idea, though they were both keeping very quiet about it. They made out a lot. He thought they'd finally go all the way, but she refused again. Frustrated that he still hadn't gotten into a pussy, he'd come home and pulled a gross porn magazine out from under his bed. The girl was taking two cocks at once, and one of the guys was yanking on her tits, and then Brian had jerked off, mouthing obscenities.

Then she found Brian's memories of her, and her fear turned to humiliation and shame. He didn't like her! He thought she was loud and shallow and not very nice, and he just wanted to get into her pants! Which he had just done. She started crying.

"Oh, Bethany, you OK? They say it hurts the first time, right?"

What was she going to do? He'd tell the guys he'd nailed her, fucked her, screwed her, right up in his bedroom. And he'd be right, because that was exactly what he'd done. She was ruined. He'd left his sperm oozing in her pussy no less.

She got up and began dressing without a word.

"So soon, honey?" said Brian. "I'd be ready for another go pretty soon."

Man, was she furious! But then she paused when she found that other memory. He was gay! Or at least bi! Because there he was with Dave, who everyone knew was gay, and he was humping his dick up Dave's ass!

"Faggot," she said.

"What?" he bolted upright.

"Faggot. Dave's butt, huh?"

"Yeah, right! Very funny!"

"No, I got the memory, it's right there. You and Dave, over and over again. His bedroom. Sunday evenings when his parents are away."

"What? How did you know? Oh, Christ, you don't mean that potion thing worked?"

"Yeah, I see Justine too. You asshole!"

"Hey, you're really nice! I like you both."

"Bullshit. I have more memories than that. Loud and shallow, huh?"

"Oh, shit." Brian slumped over, head in his hands.

Bethany's brain tried to find a way out of her misery. Then she formed a plan. "Look, I'll tell you what, butthead," she said. "You will never, ever, say a single word about this to anyone."

"About what?"

"About what? This little fuckity-fuck-fuck you just did to me."

"Oh, that. Um, well, you mean you won't tell about Dave?"

"Yeah, that's the deal. I won't tell about Dave, and you never breathe a word about this. Because if anyone finds out -- if I hear it from one soul, then the story of Brian the faggot is going to be everywhere, right?"

"OK, OK, it's a deal," he said, pulling his underpants on over his slimy dick. Her panties were going to be slimy too, she realized. She'd take a long shower as soon as she got home.

"And, you know, I'm really sorry about this. It's just you're so hot, it's hard for a guy not to try--"

"Brian?"

"What?"

"Fuck you."

"Oh, yeah..." His shoulders slumped. "It was pretty bad of me. But you won't tell anyone about Dave?"

"If you don't breathe a word about this."

"OK, it's a deal."

He reached out to shake hands.

She looked at his hand, then looked at him with a stony face. "Fuck you."

The thing was, she actually learned a fair amount of American History. But every time something popped into her head that she knew had come from Brian, she got furious all over. Her grade on the next test was a D.

But then she recovered. Yeah, she'd lost her virginity to a creep who just wanted to fuck her, and it had hurt like hell. But now it was over.

And it was really very educational to have a couple days' worth of memories from a guy's head. Ones like fucking Dave's ass were only shadows of memories, ones Brian remembered during the past couple days instead of things that happened then. But the whole mix made for a really enlightening, broadening experience.

Knowing stuff was cool. Knowing people's secrets was very ... interesting as well. Where could she get more?

It was easy to get more of the magic potion from Cyrus. Despite having a steady girlfriend, the guy was easily flattered. Just because he had one girlfriend didn't meant he didn't still have the hots for others. A boob pressed against his arm, a thigh pressed against his as they sat side by side at the lab bench -- that's all it took.

Whose fount of wisdom should she try to tap next? Mr. Fred Sacks was an excellent candidate. He'd been her math teacher the year before. It was plain that he noticed all the girls in the class; you'd see him glancing at Justine's boobs, or Caitlin's ass, or the hem of Bethany's very own skirt. He was also cute and a nice guy. She'd occasionally thought she could have had a crush on him if she weren't too sophisticated for something like that.

Many of the obstacles to a successful seduction were absent. He was single. She wasn't his student, so she wasn't trying to improve her grade. And she was 16 and not a virgin. She knew it would still be bad news for him if a dalliance with a student became public, though she didn't really know how much. And that was his problem, not hers.

"Hi, Mr. Sacks," she said, catching him in his office at the end of the day.

"Bethany!" he said, standing. "This is a surprise. How are you? Which math section are you in this year?"

"Um, Mrs. Pereira's."

"Uh, OK. How's it going?"

"OK, I guess."

"So what can I do for you?"

Bethany casually shut the door, leaving the two of them alone in his small office.

"I ... I just wanted to thank you so much for being my teacher last year."

"Oh, that's kind of you."

"Can I give you a hug?"

"Oh, um..."

Bethany didn't wait for an answer, but threw her arms around him and squeezed. She made sure her pelvis pressed against his upper thigh. In the late 1960s, the circle of people you hugged was getting larger, though it usually didn't include teachers and high school students quite yet.

"Um..."

"Can I do anything for you to pay you back for being such a nice teacher? I saw you looking at me sometimes."

"Bethany, this isn't really proper, you know."

"What, don't you think I'm attractive any more?" Her eyes teared up and she looked down.

"No, it's not that at all!" he said.

She looked up shyly and smiled. She pressed forward with her stomach against his crotch and wiggled. The bulge was apparent.

"Can I see it?"

"Bethany, Bethany..." said the teacher. "Why are you doing this?"

"I just want to thank you. And, well, a girl's got urges and gets curious too, you know. You want to touch me?" she asked, placing his hand on her breast.

"Bethany..." he sighed, removing his hand.

"At least let me play with your -- your -- penis," she pleaded.

With a sigh, he undid his belt and unzipped his fly.

Bethany tugged pants and underpants down and saw his hard cock.

"This is what you'd stick in me if we were going to do it?" she asked lustily. "Oooooo..."

"We can't 'do it'," he said. "Much as I'd find it very appealing."

"At least let me make you feel good, OK?"

She spat on her hands and grasped his cock with both of them and tried to make them like a vagina, making a slick tunnel for him.

"Oh, Bethany," he moaned. A minute went by. "We shouldn't ... Oh ... That's so nice ... Careful, watch out! Wait!"

But Bethany kept her hands in place, rubbing harder and harder as she felt his organ swell and stiffen.

"Oooooohhhhh!" he moaned, and just like magic stuff was spurting out the tip of his dick into her left palm.

When she had three spurts, she removed her hands and said, "Oh, no! I've got to go! Sorry, I'll be back in a sec..." and opened the door.

"Bethany!" called Mr. Sacks, turning his back to shield his exposed cock from any passersby.

She nearly ran to the girls' room, darted into a stall, dropped her panties and began fingering Mr. Sacks's goopy stuff up into her pussy, trying to get it in deep, just able to touch her cervix with her middle finger. She was getting some memories, but she concentrated on washing her hands and returning quickly to a worried-looking Mr. Sacks, who was on his way out, just locking his office door.