by Carlo Thicke
She shrugged, and momentarily disappeared into her room. She came out with a small purple pill, leaned over me from behind and tucked it into my shirt pocket. "Take this ten minutes before you study today."
"Uhh...what is it?" I was wondering suddenly if my chemist roommate was going to pull a Breaking Bad on me and start being the campus pusher.
"A nootropic neurotransmitter precursor stimu...ugh, it's a study aid, Carl, it's not addictive or anything. You probably will barely notice it."
I'll be honest, the fact that it came from Anna really surprised me. She didn't seem to be the type to go in for that kind of thing. My web searches said that these kind of "smart drugs" were usually just mild stimulants and essentially rip-offs.
I got to the science library that afternoon, opened up my books, my study guide, got out my notebooks...then thought, what the hell. I'm actually a little run down, maybe a mild stimulant wouldn't be such a bad idea.
The pill itself had a sort of homemade quality to it - it was a bit crumbly and chalky, and had a "9" scraped awkwardly into the side. Or a "6". I didn't know which. It didn't really occur to me that this couldn't possibly be one of the pills I'd seen online. I just figured Anna wouldn't steer me wrong. I slurped it down with some water from the fountain, then sat down and got to work.
Fifteen minutes later, I had almost forgotten about the pill, completely absorbed in my work, and... suddenly I had an epiphany. I got it! Standard deviation, oh man, I understood it on a level I never had before! I quickly finished the problem and checked my work...boom! Nailed it! I started working through the next problem and worked out the answer almost before I could finish writing down the variables. I glanced at the next question and I had the answer before I could even move my pencil over to the paper. Me being the cautious, boring guy that I am I actually worked it through and of course, I got it perfect.
Was the pill really working? I absorbed more concepts in the next hour of work than I had all semester. I went back and reworked problems from earlier that had given me trouble, saw them in a new light. I even spotted new ways to solve problems before the text and study guide showed me how! I took a pre-test from the study guide, flipped to the back to check my work and....
97 percent. A higher grade than I'd gotten on any test, quiz or pre-test in statistics. Or any math class since high school! I could just feel my mind fizzing with new connections, boiling over with concepts and ideas.
After another hour or two I could almost feel the effect fade. My memory got fuzzier, my thinking slowed and got more muddled. But there was no doubt about it, I'd learned this stuff solid! Anna's miracle pill had friggin' saved my life.
I rushed back home that night, called out as soon as I burst in to the living room. "Anna! Holy shit, that pill is amazing! I think I'm really going to nail this!" She came out of her bedroom with her arms folded cockily.
"Meh," she said casually. "That was just version 6."
Now, I wasn't that smart, not anymore, but I suddenly realized that if she'd given version 6 to me, and she knew it would do what it did to me, she must have used it. What had it done to a genius like herself?
She was continuing: "You'll find your mental development is partly permanent. You know, not like you were when it was at peak, but you're a little smarter than you were this morning."
"Can I get more? I have a lot more studying to catch up on." I'd fallen behind due to Jenny's early-semester dumping and hadn't had the chance to catch up with my job.
"I think I still have a few." she said. "Spread them out if you want the maximum effect from version 6."
"What version are you on now?"
She laughed. "I dosed on 14 three days ago. I'm still measuring its effects." she replied coolly.
Anna had that look in her eye that she got when she was working on a project, a sort of eager confidence, the kind of confidence that comes from being so talented and so dedicated that nothing is impossible. You see it in pro athletes, you see it in top models and powerful politicians and I saw it in Anna Wong. In that moment it didn't matter that she was 17, flat chested and “just as a friend” - I was getting hard. Don't let anyone tell you power isn't an aphrodisiac for both men and women. Sometimes too much. In that moment with her confident grin she could easily have had me if she'd made a pass.
The thing is, I don't know if she knew that yet. Although she was definitely a genius, she still didn't have significant romantic knowledge. She had made a few friends at the science department, and fended off a couple of creepy professors and anime weirdos who saw her as their "perfect science waifu", whatever that is, but in terms of really going after someone, or having feelings for them...she was still very inexperienced.
I told her, "I'm grateful. I mean, I'm really grateful Anna, you're a lifesaver."
"You're welcome," she said warmly. "I know you can do it."
I nailed the stats midterm. 200 sociology students, 7 As. I was one of them.
Chapter 3.
So about halfway through the semester I had gotten a solid demonstration that Anna was working on a mental enhancement formula. But I didn't know the full extent of what she was up to.
Late in the year, I was going to meet her for some coffee. Waiting in the hall I met up with Professor Burnside. He was sort of a science celebrity around the school, had been on talk shows and gotten big awards and grants. Burnside had muscled his way into being Anna's mentor. She didn't like him much, and I made sure to keep an eye on him when I was around. I asked him if she was working on any kind of neurology project and he looked puzzled. "Oh? No, I don't think so. She's working on mathematical genetic sequencing. Very advanced, but nothing in the way of human health science. Purely theoretical."
She came whizzing out, holding her shoulder bag over her nonexistent ass almost unconsciously as she passed Burnside. I had a bad feeling he might have tried to cop a feel on his star pupil at some point. "Thanks, Professor, bye." she blurted, rushing out of the building ahead of me.
"I don't like him," she said when we hit the sidewalk.
"I get a bad vibe from him too." I said. "He can really help you out around campus, he's got a lot of pull. But don't let him put you in a corner."
She smiled slyly. She was smiling more and more often these days and people were beginning to notice how pretty her smile was. None of my friends had said "dude your roommate's hot" but nobody was making "ultra-nerd" jokes anymore. "Carl...he has no idea what I'm doing. I have a fake project that more advanced than anything he's doing. He pretends to know what's going on, when it's all garbage! It's kind of a test to see if he'll try to steal it from me. Plus, it means I have cover to work on my real project."
"The smart pills." I said.
"That's only part of it." she said, and prompt and firm, changed the subject. We sat together at the student union, laughing and having a good time talking about TV shows and video games. And again, something happened that I didn't realize the importance of at the time.
Jenny O'Keefe came by our table and sat down without being invited. She was like that. "Hey Carl, hey Anna." It was getting close to winter break, her hair had darkened slightly again and she was wearing a tight, tight sweater. When she leaned close to me sitting down, Anna could see that her nipples hardened. Jenny had sensitive, large nipples and even through her bra and the sweater they were visible. It maybe was the cool air drifting into the neckline of her sweater as she sat down, or maybe her proximity to me was reminding her of the times we had together, but Jenny had an unbelievably sexual presence, at least to me.
Without even realizing it, I fell back into conversation with Jenny, laughing at her dumb jokes, she was laughing at mine...we were enjoying being together, and it was the first time Anna had seen it since the breakup. Now, I had to go throw away our coffee and I got a call on my cell, so I wasn't there for this conversation but here's how Jenny and Anna tell it:
Anna was scrutinizing Jenny with this really weird expression and Jenny said, "See anything yo
u like, Anna?"
Anna blushed, "No, I'm not into that. I'm just..."
"You're into Carl and you can't figure out what he saw in me?" Jenny stretched her shoulders back and rubbed her belly - actually she had lost a bit of weight that semester since her new boyfriend loved to hang out at the gym and she'd tagged along. She actually looked hotter than when Anna had seen her last. "Why don't you take a nice close look and see if you can guess?'
Anna was visibly upset by this when I got back. Jenny was looking slightly baffled that Anna hadn't shot back with a quip. "What's going on?" I said.
"Your ex-girlfriend was just showing off her tits to everyone." snapped Anna. Oh man, this was a side of her personality that I hadn't seen before.
"Don't be jelly, shrimp..." laughed Jenny, bemused by the accusation, teasing, even though Anna was deadly serious.
The laughter made Anna even more enraged. "You'll see. You'll see what Carl gets, it'll make you look like the small little bitch you are. And what I'll get will make your boyfriend look like a limp dick scrawny 12-year-old."
"Anna, whoa!" I said. "Cool it!" She stormed out angrily.
"What did you say to her?" I asked Jenny. I had an accusing tone in my voice.
"I was just teasing!" Jenny protested. "I'm sorry, Carl, I didn't mean to blow up your roomie."
"Sometimes you can really shoot off your mouth, Jenny, you know that?"
"Jeez, sorry!" she said to my back, but I was mad too.
Finals week was tough for both of us. Anna could nail all the tests, of course, but she needed to put together her project proposals for next semester and run them by an endless stream of administrators and professors (and explain herself over and over to them in simpler and simpler language). I had a couple more "version 6" pills and was at my peak for the tests, so I was confident, but, always cautious, I studied a lot.
While I was at the science library, the faculty advisor for sociology, Dr. Meyer, came over to my table. She looked almost as surprised as I did - I didn't even know she knew who I was, I thought I was just one of 500 undergraduates to her. "Carl, I've received word that you've been accepted for a six-week winter internship in New York City! It was a really great idea to forward your class project on educational outcomes in Harlem to New York Public Schools. I'm really proud of you and the work you've done."
I was stunned. "But I didn't...I didn't send anything to anyone. And I can't afford an internship, Dr. Meyer, I need to pay the rent."
"You didn't? Carl, this is a great opportunity for you. We can't let this opportunity pass. The department will free up some money to pay for your room and board. You'll have to cover other expenses; do you think that's okay?"
Okay?! I'd eat ramen and sleep in the subway to have an opportunity like that one. "Sure!"
"Meet me in my office after finals and we'll work out the details. Great work."
It all fell together with suspicious ease. And I was so thrilled I didn't even notice that Anna didn't look the least bit surprised when I told her I was going to be gone over winter break.
She had manipulated it, of course. Planted a few ideas in Dr. Burnside's mind, that maybe if I were out of the way for a few weeks the two of them could work more closely together. But then after Burnside pulled strings and paid the money, she made sure she was booked by a different professor in a different lab.
I know what you're thinking. This girl is dynamite. She literally made me smarter and then gave me the winter break job of my dreams. But she wasn't doing it for my benefit. At least not entirely.
She turned 18 on the last day of finals, and we went to a party with some friends. We had a great time. I saw Jenny apologizing to Anna outside, slightly tipsy with a red plastic cup in her hands, almost forcibly hugging Anna, saying she was “soooooo sorry” for talking shit to her when there was no reason to and Anna had never been anything but nice to her. Anna looked awkward but didn't cause a scene. She seemed to have a really good time at the party. Some guys even asked for her digits.
The next day I had to pack my suitcase and head to the airport. As I was heading out the door, I noticed Anna was arranging a series of dixie cups on the kitchen, each labelled with a date and each containing various combinations of colored pills. I opened my mouth to ask and she said, "I think you better go if you're not going to miss your flight. Stay in touch, I'll be on skype!"
So that was that. Out I went. It was the last time anyone would see the old Anna Wong.
New York City was cold as hell that winter, and the work turned out to be much harder than I thought it would be, but I really felt I got a lot out of it. I made some good connections with people and got to observe a lot of practical locations, my first field work! I even got my hands on some raw data and wished I had some "Version 6" to be able to understand it all. I hooked up with a New York City club girl who tasted like cigarettes all the time. I didn't skype Anna, and she didn't skype me.
Still, time passed quickly and before I knew it I was on a flight back to State, for spring semester. I got home super early, about 6 AM when I finally made it up the stairs and into the apartment. I was tired, but wanted to eat a bit before I crashed. I went into the kitchen, poured myself a bowl of granola and sat down.
Bleary eyed, I looked up when I heard Anna's door close. I heard her rattle around in the kitchen, heard the refrigerator...and then, suddenly, I was awake. Really awake.
It was still Anna - I would recognize those full lips, that chestnut skin, those dark, ultra-intelligent eyes, anywhere. But her hair...it wasn't ratted and unkempt. It flowed with silken, ultra-black sheen. Her body was still slender at the shoulders...at the waist...even in the thighs. But she was taller, inches taller now. She was wearing a terrycloth bathrobe, only half-tied and it was clear that her breasts were bigger. Fatter, rounder. Soft, but upturned, high on her chest. Bigger than Jenny's, they swayed with every one of her steps towards me, almost, but not quite, showing a hint of her thick, dark nipples.
Her hips were wider too. She was carrying a glass of milk for herself and a glass of orange juice for me. When she turned back towards her seat I could see her ass even through the loose drape of the robe.... thicker, each cheek rounded and taut, shifting lazily from side to side as she found her seat.
In the stunned silence that followed, she took a long drink of milk, every throat-jacking swallow audible in the total silence of our apartment, and a dexterous tongue emerged from her perfect smile to lick that last drop off her upper lip.
"Welcome back, Carl." she said.
Chapter 4
What can you say or do in a situation like that? When I left my roommate and friend was a scrawny, shapeless, short nerd. Six weeks later she was a stick of sexual dynamite, fizzing away at the other side of our folding table. Playboy models (or the interns airbrushing them) would have envied the youthful beauty in her flawless skin - porn stars the firmness of her natural soft breasts - athletes her taut thighs and long legs.
And here I was, wiped out from my long flight, where I had honestly been more concerned with getting squared away for classes to start again on Monday than in dealing with Anna. I couldn't even put a question together. Not even 'how did this happen', it was clear she'd done it to herself, enhancing her body as she'd enhanced our minds with the smart drugs. Not 'how did you do this' because I knew that she knew that I couldn't possibly understand the science involved. Not 'why did you do this' because...well, the concept of emotionally connecting with the possessor of the most overwhelming body I'd ever seen in person was just crazy to me. I had worn loose sweatpants to stay comfortable on the flight and I just knew all six inches of my cock were rock hard, chubbed out down the leg of my boxers.
(Yeah, six inches. I was pretty average. Jenny raving about my "beautiful cock" was more flattery than reality.)
So I just sat there and stared at her. Finally I did manage to say, "People....are going to talk."
She shrugged fluidly. The robe came half off her shoulder. "Hardly anyone no
ticed me before, they're the only ones who will see a difference."
I drank my orange juice. She grinned a little wider, almost hungrily. "I'm really glad you're back. This is going to be an amazing semester."
"Anna, you...you can't just..." I didn't know how to put into words what I was feeling: the anxiety of wanting to protect a young woman I still saw as vulnerable clashing with the physical reality of a sex bomb I wanted to possess completely. "Someone might..."
She got it - one of the few times she had really read my emotional cues. "Look at you, wanting to protect me." she teased, warmly. "I thought this through. Don't worry. Go take a shower and crash, you smell like airport flopsweat." She stood up and stretched, seemingly unaware of the display this was. I felt my dick surge wildly. God damn, I wanted her right then on the kitchen counter. But instead she re-tied her robe and went back in her room. I guzzled the rest of the juice and rushed to the shower to beat off, gripping myself, shifting my hands up and back as water poured down me. My eyes closed, I imagined her entering the shower with me, her eyes alight with that fierce, powerful intelligence, huge breasts drizzling with water off massive, hard nipples. In seconds I was blasting a major load, gulping down air and trying not to cry out at the intensity of my fantasy. It went on and on, I felt like I'd never stop cumming...more than I ever had before, like my balls were full to bursting, only able to obtain relief with this, the first on-target fantasy I'd ever really had. The cum ran down the wall of the shower - I'd never cum with such force and intensity, my knees felt weak.
There's no question that my feelings for Anna as a friend were now getting tangled in the lust her enhanced body had ignited, but my exhaustion from the trip and time zone change slowly took over. I barely remembered getting into a pair of clean boxers and into bed.
