Cushions - Sex Stories

Cushions

... retorted as I reached for the bong, “Why me?” “Curiosity. . .your pheromones are undoubtedly off the charts by now; you might consider vitamin supplements as a dietary necessity.” “Were those cheerleaders the ones suspended for bangin' the football team?” “It was the result of a regrettable communicative breakdown. Our former delivery person was a jock with the cranial capacity of a neanderthal.. When I asked him to deliver a warming cushion from my office, he spotted my experimental prototype and grabbed it instead of the desired cushion. During the course of the game, the cheerleaders , their coach, and several other individuals were unintentionally exposed. By the time I could replace the prototype, the orgy in the locker room was well underway.” “And Serena. . .” “I had stepped out of the office when she took the seat with the cushion awaiting my return. Formerly, she was a poster child for abstinence – but immediately after exposure the rumor mill has it that she hooked up with several gentlemen in the seminary up town. By the way, if you encounter any unusual physical or emotional reactions please let me know. . .” “I'm good, Doc; you going to try to sell this thing? I'm still trying to wrap my head around this concept, but I'm not sure you have a marketable product.” “Oh,” he retorted skeptically. “Its a short term symptom specific item, that will require years of testing and a change of philosophy from the medical community..” I took a fulfilling dredge and repacked ...

... the bowl. “But the therapeutic value. . .” “Could inadvertently breed millions Doc, if you put this on the open market, every horny jock would be buying cushions for their unsuspecting girlfriends and frustrated mothers would be buying them for every seat in the household. Soon unsuspecting grannies would be attacking guys with overloaded pheromones in the park. I don't even want to think about the effects of an overdose; it could get pretty ugly pretty quick.” I re-lit the herb and took a slow drag before handing the bong back to the Dr. He took the bowl and took a long slow drag in silence. “I see where you're going,” he stated pensively. After a long pause he inquired; “What would you recommend?” ”Doc, I'm not the guy to ask - but were talking about a life changing invention worth millions here. I suppose I'd get a patent and crank out letters to the appropriate scientific journals. Eventually, one of your colleagues is bound to take positive notice.” The Doc nodded and hummed quietly to himself for awhile before he returned the bowl. “You know, my former assistant wouldn't mind if you stopped by again.” “Not again, Doc – well, maybe if she's got a butt load of prime herb,” I retorted, “Unfortunately, I gotta think about getting home pretty quick before my folks call missing persons.” “I appreciate your candor, my young friend and please keep this conversation confidential. I'll give you a lift - take the rest of the chicken with you.” I intentionally left the remainder of ...