Chapter One

 

Leah was sitting back on the third tier of the lecture hall, pen in hand, watching professor Lear and taking notes when Josh slipped a note in front of her. She rolled her eyes at him and frowned. Professor Lear was not an easygoing man and they were only in the third tier. He liked his students to pay close attention to him.

So, in case Lear had noticed, she ignored the note for a bit, looking down at him as he strode back and forth, hands gesturing rapidly, as was his wont, to emphasize points.

They were in second year psychology course, the subject being addiction and the human brain. Lear was discussing whether addiction was a disease or learned behavior, as some suggested.

"All learning changes brain chemistry," he said. "When one uses opiates, the brain learns exponentially faster because the reward is intense pleasure. The brain instantly associates the taking of opiates with intense pleasure, and so longs for them. Pleasure of this intensity is, like pain, highly motivating on both the physical and psychological levels."

She scribbled something on her pad as she casually opened the note. She had suspected it would be something sexual. Everything was sexual with Joshua Cooper, and she wasn't surprised to see a drawing (he was a rather good artist) of an erect male penis.

This is what happens when I see you in that top, the note said.

She rolled her eyes at him but otherwise continued to watch the professor, though she wasn't displeased. The top was blue silk, buttoning down the middle. It was very respectable, but it went very nicely with her thick, glossy brown hair, and it was tight across the chest.

"The taking of opiates activates the striatum, that powerful desire center of the brain," Lear said, "And causes a lasting memory of the event. Addiction is the desire for the immediate high intensity pleasure, an intense desire which ignores the possibility of future pleasure in favor of this immediate satisfaction."

Under the table, Josh's left hand slid down behind her and his fingers slipped in between her shirt and trousers, stroking her bare back until she casually jabbed her elbow into his ribs. There was a time and a place for stuff like that and this was neither.

Lear finished his lecture and they got up, along with two hundred others.

"You're going to get us in trouble, idiot," she said.

"He didn't notice a thing."

"You hope. He's not dumb. In fact, he's brilliant."

"Yes, but there are two hundred of us. He can't watch us all at once."

They filed out to the stairs, then made their way slowly up the aisle to the doors amid the crowd of others.

"And I'm going to make you pay for that elbow later," he whispered in her ear from behind.

She grinned, but felt a little rush of heat at the thought. Lately, Josh had been getting a little kinky in their sex life, and though it was a bit... daring and daunting, it was also incredibly hot!

"Promises, promises," she said back.

They made their way to the cafeteria, got lunch and sat down at a table near the corner.

"You know, Lear's talk about addiction is interesting," he said.

She nodded as she fed a french fry into her mouth.

"If you felt pleasure every time you did something, would you want to do it all the time?"

She shrugged. "Why wouldn't you? If you feel pain every time you did something you'd stop doing it, right? The burned finger teaches fast, as they say."

"Suppose every time you talked back to me you got a slap on the bottom. Would you stop talking back to me?"

She snorted. "Suppose every time you slapped my bottom you got a knee between the legs? Would you stop slapping me?"

"Let me put it another way," he said, lowering his voice. "Suppose every time you were tied up you had an incredible series of orgasms?"

She frowned and looked around, but no one seemed to be close enough to overhear. Tying her up was the new kinky thing he'd begun doing during their lovemaking.

"You suppose you're capable of giving me an incredible series of multiple orgasms every time you tie me up?" she asked with a grin.

"The point is that sort of thing would build on itself, right? I mean, if you got incredible pleasure every time you got tied up, you'd soon start to feel aroused just at the thought of being tied up."

"Pavlov's dog drooling at the sound of the bell," she said, nodding and feeding another french fry through her lips.

"Right. So that would mean just tying you up would turn you on so much that it wouldn't be hard to give you incredible orgasms."

"You mean you wouldn't have to stay hard?" she asked with a smirk.

"Or suppose every time you got your butt slapped, you felt pleasure."

"Getting my butt slapped doesn't bring me pleasure," she said.

"Suppose that you felt pleasure immediately after getting your butt slapped?"

'You mean like as a reward? Psychologically? It would have to be immediate. I don't know how you'd go about doing that. Getting your butt slapped stings, you know."

"So the pain would have to be more influential than the pleasure."

'Well, the pleasure would be short term, if it was just one slap. You could make the pleasure last longer, and that would help outweigh the pain."

"Or if the pleasure was continuous, but interspersed with brief pain, what affect would that have?"

She shrugged and took a bite out of her burger.

"I wonder if I could turn you into a nymphomaniac," he said.

She snorted. "You mean like you?" she said.

"I'm not a nymphomaniac, I'm just a guy."

"Same thing."

"Which is interesting, don't you think? Guys are all horny bastards. Why aren't girls?"

"Different societal upbringings, different trigger points."

"If we accept it's psychological!"

"Well, of course it is."

"So you're like, repressed by society's belief women have to be good girls."

"No, I don't think that's it exactly. It might be that guys just think about sex more often, and that's why they're always horny. Girls don't think about sex all the time."

"Maybe that's because guys have orgasms a lot more often."

"That's physical," she said.

"Yes, but it affects the motivation, right? If a guy masturbates every night and has an orgasm easily, but girls don't, then guys are going to be way more into sex than girls."

"You don't ever masturbate," she said with another smirk.

"That's cause I have you. And you can bring me off in about two minutes flat. I can't do that with you."

She nodded acceptance, taking another bite from her burger.

"Maybe I need a better boyfriend."

"No guy is going to be able to bring you off in two minutes flat any time of the day like you can to any guy. Physically, we're just easier to get off."

"Cheating," she said.

"On the other hand, your orgasms, the female orgasm, is more intense, and spread out more."

"When we get them."

"I don't hear you complaining, babe."

She smiled.

"But a guy has to work at it. A girl just has to lay there, or open her mouth."

She laughed.

"I wonder if it's your bodies that are harder to please or your minds aren't coded to be as sexually hungry as ours are."

"It could be instinctive. You want to procreate all the time and get children on every female in sight."

"God no!"

"Instinctively. Girls only want one mate because they need the mate to support them and their children. Not that they do these days. Bastards."

"Let's get back to turning you into a nympho."

"I thought I was already," she said with a smile.

"An addict, addicted to my cock!"

She laughed and threw a french fry at him.

"Now see, that there deserves a spanking," he said.

She stuck her tongue out at him.