Quantum Affairs
The Quantum Affair
An Erotic SciFi Novel
Elliot Silvestri
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
The Quantum Affair
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Contents
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Chapter 1
Ed woke up, slipped out of bed to use the bathroom, and returned to press his body against his girlfriend. Just being next to her was enough to stir his cock and he was sure she could feel it against her ass. Reaching over her body, he cupped her breast through the thin material of the sleep shirt she wore.
“Is it morning already?” she sleepily asked. They were spooning and she was facing away from him.
“It’s been morning.”
“You’re horny.”
“I’m always horny.” He moved his hand down from her breast and over her stomach, intending to head lower.
“No,” she protested weakly. “Let me pee first.”
“Sure.”
Lys hurried from the bed. Ed could hear her in the bathroom. She returned a minute later, pulling off her sleep shirt as she walked into the bedroom, tossing it aside. He smiled at her small, perky breasts. She slipped under the covers with him.
“You woke me up horny,” she said, giving him a kiss, her blonde hair falling into his face as she moved on top of him. “Was that your intent?”
“Always.”
Her legs went on either side of his body and she rubbed her pussy on the bulge of his cock still inside his pajama bottoms.
“It’s got to be a quick fuck,” she said. “I’ve got to get to the lab this morning.”
Ed had been about to make a joke about being too fast for her, but was distracted by her hair.
“Did you get a haircut recently?” he asked.
“Your pillow talk sucks,” she replied as she pushed down his pajamas to allow his cock freedom. A moment later she was working her pussy down on him.
Ed was positive that her hair was shorter than he remembered. Yesterday it was halfway down her back and today it was only to her shoulders. But Lys was right, he needed to focus on what was important: her tits and pussy.
Lys adjusted her position, kneeling up on him, displaying her body, letting him see her small, firm breasts that always distracted him. His eyes didn’t move from her pink nipples as she started to ride his cock.
“I have eyes, you know,” she said.
“But your tits are prettier than your eyes.”
Lys sighed in annoyance. “For a guy who studies poetry, you are a shitty poet.”
“That’s why I study it. I can’t write it.” Ed managed to tear his eyes away from her breasts to look into her blue eyes. He still couldn’t imagine what she saw in him: shaggy brown hair always unkempt, a scruff of a beard, and features that were half-hidden by his thick glasses. He was short and squat, but Lys did like his muscular build. He wasn’t an effeminate or weak scholar of poetry.
They quieted for a minute while Lys rode on Ed’s cock, enjoying everything about it inside her body. She leaned forward, wishing she had bigger tits to tempt his mouth, and rested her hands on his barrel-like chest. In doing so, she changed the angle of his cock’s fitting in her pussy.
It didn’t take long for her to cum. When she did, Ed grabbed her hips and thrusted up in her. Lys couldn’t do much more than look at him in shock, pleased with how his thick cock filled her. When he finally came, she climaxed with him.
“You’re going to wear me out,” she gasped when they were done. “Last night you exhausted me.”
Ed couldn’t remember fucking his girlfriend the night before, but he didn’t say anything. Maybe he had a little too much to drink at the weekly grad student conference at the bar frequented by his peers.
“What do you have planned today?” he asked her, ignoring her previous comment.
“Got to get to the lab and fix yesterday’s fuck up.” She rolled off him and headed for the bathroom.
“Fuck up?” Ed grunted. He was going to follow Lys, possibly joining her in the shower, but opted for a minute of rest instead.
“I told you,” she called to him as she ran the water in the shower. “Our calibration was off on the cerium electro-plasma destabilizer. It sprayed quantum cerium particles everywhere.”
Heaving himself off the bed, Ed wandered into the bathroom to witness his girlfriend washing his cum from between her legs. The shower had only a clear plastic liner to keep the water inside. She was covered in soap bubbles and was more attractive than usual.
“I didn’t understand a single word of what you said,” he said, joining her in the shower.
“And you think you’re worthy of earning a doctorate,” she teased him, turning her back to him as he entered the shower.
“Yes. But only in English literature. Everyone knows that PhDs in theoretical physics is just made up shit.”
She laughed as he kissed her neck.
Reina was already in the tiny basement room designated as the writing lab for undergrads. As part of his program Ed and every other grad student had to spend time there tutoring freshmen on the basics of grammar and spelling.
Grammar and spelling were the bane of freshman, Ed had decided the second day he worked in the lab. Even with spell check, grammar check, the various AIs and websites that were available, along with—supposedly—a discerning admission program to the university, most freshmen didn’t know the difference between “lose” and “loose”.
“Hey,” he greeted Reina.
“You’re late,” she said, not looking up from her laptop. There weren’t any students in the lab yet. It was too early in the morning, too early in the semester. Term papers weren’t anywhere near a due date.
“Had a big night,” he said.
That caused her to look up at him and then glance at the door. “You’re supposed to keep your fucking mouth shut,” she hissed.
“About what?”
“That’s more like it,” she said with a smile. Glancing once more at the door, she fiddled with the top button to her blouse, popping it open, showing the deep crevice of her cleavage. Reina had massive boobs that were barely under control of her bra. It was a pretty pink bra peeking out that contrasted nicely with her tan skin.
Ed’s eyes went wide as she popped open another button.
“What are you doing?” he whispered to her, shocked.
“I thought you liked to be teased,” she said, one eye on the door. They were in the basement of one of the academic buildings. Classes were being held upstairs. Newly hired professors had offices just down the hall. Anyone could walk in on them at any point.
“What?”
“You liked it when I teased you,” she pointed out.
“I did?”
Reina snickered. “You liked it when—” one more glance at the door “—when I sucked your cock.”
Ed froze. He had often fantasized about Reina. She was everything that Lys wasn’t. But he had never cheated on his girlfriend. He would never cheat on his girlfriend.
“When did you suck my cock?” he asked.
She smiled and looked up at the ceiling, thinking. “Last time was two days ago. You owe me a little pussy licking.”
“Here? Now?”
She laughed at him. “Don’t be stupid.” She assumed a more serious aspect. “Does Lys know about us?”
“No!” Of that Ed was sure.
Reina was wearing a skirt. A rather modest skirt that came down to her knees. It was decidedly less modest when she leaned back in her chair, parted her legs, and licked her lips. “Want to indulge in a little dangerous cunnilingus?”
“What the fuck, Rei?” Ed’s heart was thumping in his chest. At the same time, his cock got instantly hard. It should have turtled. This wasn’t what he wanted, but at the same time, he suddenly was intrigued and didn’t want the opportunity to pass him by.
“You know you want to,” she teased him, pulling up her skirt.
Ed couldn’t help but just watch. The hem of the skirt went up and up. He found himself suddenly desperately wishing that she would either stop or abruptly reveal she was wearing thigh high stockings, something no one would wear in their casual work environment.
She didn’t stop until the skirt was gathered up around her waist. Her nude stockings weren’t perfectly sheer, but close. He focused on the bright pink panties she was wearing. Had she planned this this morning when she dressed? Had she intended to seduce him or was she simply taking advantage of an opportunity.
Not knowing what to do, Ed just stared at her.
Reina hooked her thumbs into the top of her stockings, but then paused. “Close the fucking door, Hugo,” she told him, using his given name. Making the point that she wasn’t kidding around.
Ed whirled around and pulled the heavy fire door free of the magnetic lock that kept it open. By the time he turned back around Reina had removed the stockings and her panties. They were in a wad on the floor near her feet. She spread her legs wide again, showing off her pussy. Her lips were dark pink and slightly parted. They glistened in the harsh lighting of the writing lab. Reina spent time grooming herself. She had a narrow landing strip that decorated her mons. It was the same black glossy color of the long hair that fell to her shoulders, only curly.
If she spoke anything else to him, Ed didn’t hear it. He stepped forward and went down to his knees between her feet. The hard cement floor didn’t bother him; he didn’t notice it at all.
He hooked his arms around her thighs and noted how soft her skin was. She sighed softly as he leaned all the way in and inhaled her scent. It was musky and heady and he couldn’t stop himself from licking her lips. His tongue found the way up to the apex of her slit and he gently sucked on her prominent clit, causing her to gasp.
“Yes. Fucking yes. Don’t stop. Fucking make me cum,” she babbled, leaning back further.
Her back had to be hurting; the chairs in the lab were either uncomfortable or half-broken or both. She didn’t seem to care. Ed continued eating her out, removing one hand from her thigh to slip a pair of fingers up her pussy, looking for that secret spot.
Either Reina was a horny little minx or hadn’t cum in far too long, or maybe both, but as he started working both fingers and lips on her sex, her breathing increased abruptly in speed and she shifted around in the chair. She was going to cum. He was determined to make her cum.
Reina came. Her thighs clamped around her head and she stifled a cry of pleasure, not wanting any random passerby to know what was happening inside the basement room.
Ed kept working his fingers and mouth on her, bringing her through the climax. He wanted to make her cum a second time.
The lights went out.
“What the fuck?!” Ed pulled his face from Reina’s pussy causing her to groan in frustration. Her eyes opened a second later as the emergency lighting came on. The mini floodlights in the room were adequate, but were oddly angled.
A smile played on Reina’s lips. “I mean, you sort of made the earth move. Shouldn’t have caused a blackout.”
“I’m just that good,” said Ed. Sounds of excited and worried people penetrated through the walls. Screams of anxiety and joking bounced off the walls.
“Shit,” Reina cursed. “I wanted to do more.” She grabbed her underwear and stockings off the floor and pulled them back on.
“Do we have to stop?” asked Ed. He didn’t want to sound like he was whining, even though he was. “No one is going to come through the door.”
An instant later there was a knock at the door. “Everyone okay in there?”
“Yes!” Reina said.
“You’ve got to evacuate the building.”
“Yeah, yeah, we’re moving,” Reina grumbled as she finished dressing and put her shoes back on. Ed wiped her amrita from his face.
“Should we meet later?” asked Ed, not wanting to waste this opportunity with Reina, but not wanting to destroy his relationship with Lys either.
Reina rolled her eyes at him. “Yes. Later. Fucking hell, Ed.” She opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
Students and staff were slowly making their way along the corridor, stumbling in the terrible lighting as they all eventually wound up at the stairs.
“No one use the elevator!” a voice cried. “It’s not working.”
“No shit, shithead!”
They moved out with the growing crowd. The entire building was dark. Once outside, even though it was broad daylight, it was obvious there was no power on campus. People were streaming out of all the university buildings and milling in the quads. It was disorganized. Some began to leave. Ed wasn’t sure what to do.
“I’m going home,” said Reina after they had asked several other people what was going on. Normally there would be campus-wide alerts sent out via text, but when Ed checked his phone, there was nothing. He sent a text message to Lys.
Is your building out of power?
“Should we wait?” Ed asked Reina as she started to walk along the paved path in the quad, toward the common parking lot.
“Wait for what?”
“For the power to come back on?”
She gestured around. “Take a look. Power’s off for the entire campus. It’ll be down for hours. I’m going to my apartment and getting some work done.”
Before he could answer her, Ed received a text from Lys.
No power. It’s my team’s fault.
He looked at the message and stopped walking alongside Reina. She didn’t seem to notice.
How is it your team’s fault?
Her message came back after a minute of him, sitting on a bench in the middle of campus, worriedly fiddling with his phone, trying to get some information from the university website.
It’s complicated. I’ll explain later. Go to your apartment.
He sent her several more texts but there was no response.
Chapter 2
It was late, absurdly late, when Lys finally let herself into the apartment. It was his place, but she spent most nights there. The university owned the small apartment building and leased exclusively to grad students. Lys’s place, further off campus, was nicer, but much less convenient.
He snapped on the light as she slipped into the bedroom and started undressing. The blonde woman froze in the middle of unbuttoning her shirt like she had been caught doing something wrong.
“You’re late,” he said as if accusing her of doing something wrong.
She groaned and continued undressing. “Today was fucking exhausting.”
“Is the power back up on campus?”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
She looked at him as she wiggled off her pants, leaving her in just a camisole and panties. “It’s a long and complicated answer.”
“I’m not a stupid man,” he told her. “Explain it.”
“I’m going to dumb it down. We were in the process of cleaning up the destabilized quantum cerium particles when we had an accidental power surge and that blew back through the campus power grid.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I told you it wouldn’t interest you,” she said, slipping into bed next to him and relaxing. “You’re warm.”
“I’ve been in bed.” He switched off the light. The room was now not completely dark, but only dim; light seeped in around the blinds.
“Did you have power here?”
“Yes.”
“Did you work?”
“Yes. Got a huge section of my thesis done.”
“Great. Did you masturbate?”
The question came out of nowhere. Ed tensed up. He was certain she had no idea what he had done with Reina. He had even taken a shower. He hadn’t contacted Reina at all.
“No. Why would I do that?”
“Bored?” she suggested and moved her hand over his body, down to his crotch. He wasn’t hard, but the moment her hand was resting on his cock, he started to stiffen. “Fuck me?” she asked him.
“You want to have sex? I thought you were exhausted.”
“I am, but my mind is racing a mile a minute. I’m just going to lay here. You need to fuck me. Make me cum. Put me to sleep.”
He scoffed. “You make me sound pathetic.”
“Not at all. You fuck me perfectly. You’re going to make me cum so hard that I’m going to pass out.”
As much as he wanted to say no to her. Ed wasn’t a machine, easily turned on and off, but Lys was pretty, his girlfriend, and an often enthusiastic participant in their sex life. If this once she wanted to be fucked hard as a stress relief, he could do that.
She wiggled out of her panties as he pulled down his pajama bottoms. Ed wasn’t hung up on his need to be seduced by his partner. A second later he was on top of her, Lys still wearing her cami, him in a t-shirt, and his hard cock was pressing at her pussy’s opening. He was young. It didn’t take much to get him hard.
Lys reached down between them and guided him in. He briefly thought about her smooth pussy, with just a little bit of stubble from not being shaved in the past couple of days.
“You’re wet,” he commented as he took a couple of slow strokes, going deeper with each thrust.
“Yeah. I need this.”
“Makes you seem like a bit of a slut,” he commented.
She smiled up at him. “I am a bit of a slut.” Lys angled her hips, letting him go deeper.
“You make me nervous when you mess around with that stuff in the physics lab,” he said, starting to pick up the pace.
She shook her head. “No. No shop talk. Just fuck me.” Grabbing his head, she pulled his face down to hers for a kiss.
“Just fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me. Put me to sleep.”
He did exactly that. Ed had to force himself to not think about Reina. He didn’t want to cum too soon. When Lys came, he was relieved. Then he let the fantasy of him fucking Reina while Lys looked on in approval. That was enough; he came in Lys, making her sigh in relief.
A minute later she was snoring softly. He rolled off her body and drifted off to sleep next to her.
Ed woke up, slipped out of bed to use the bathroom, and returned to press his body against his girlfriend. Yesterday had been a weird day. He needed to have a day to focus. Power had been restored to campus late in the day, but he hadn’t gone back. It didn’t matter.
Lys was sleeping on her side, facing away from him, her blonde hair scattered over her face. She was snoring softly, the way she always did. It was more endearing than annoying. It seemed a shame to wake her, but he was certain she wanted to get back to the lab to solve whatever problem had happened yesterday.
He brushed her hair from her face and let it fall away from her shoulder. She was still wearing just her cami top. The thin straps hid nothing. That was the problem. Ed was well familiar with his girlfriend’s body. They had been together more than long enough for him to notice even the smallest of changes in her.
Ed was absolutely certain that he had never before seen the tattoo over her shoulder blade. It was an almost generic piece of skin art: an angel reaching for a star just out of reach. It was well-done with brilliant colors and crisp line work, but it hadn’t been on Lys’s body the day before. It was roughly three inches in diameter, so not big, but easily noticeable. She hadn’t had time yesterday to go get a tattoo, and even if she had the time, it was the sort of thing she would have mentioned to him. Besides, it wasn’t fresh. It had been in her skin for a while.
He stared at it for an exceedingly long time. He stared at it for so long that he was certain he was starting to hallucinate.
“Am I losing my mind or my memory or do you have a tattoo on your shoulder?” he asked her while gently shaking her side to wake her up.
“It’s too early,” she complained.
“It’s nearly nine a.m.”
“Fuck!” She sat bolt upright. “I need to get to the lab.”
“Is that a temporary tattoo on your shoulder?” asked Ed, insistently.
She gave him a puzzled look as she climbed out of bed. “I’ve always had it,” she said, continuing to look at him strangely. “Well, ever since I finished my bachelor’s.”
“No you haven’t,” he said.
Lys shook her head. “Maybe you are losing your mind,” she said dismissively, pulling off the camisole as she walked to the bathroom.
Ed was left alone in the bed, thinking. He heard Lys turn on the water to the shower and get in.
Ten seconds later she cried out, “Fucking hells that’s got to be it!”
Her outburst alarmed him and he struggled out of bed, getting caught in the sheets. When he finally freed himself, he managed to get halfway to the bathroom before running into Lys who had fled the shower, soaking wet and naked.
“What’s the matter?” he asked her.
She turned half around, craning her arm to point at the tattoo. “You say you’ve never seen this before?”
Ed nodded, his eyes flicking back and forth between the tattoo and her wet, naked buttocks.
“Never?”
“Never,” he confirmed.
Her eyes went wide and she smiled. “This is good! No. This is bad. Shit. Quick. What else is different?”
“Different?” Ed was confused. “Different about what?”
“About me. About the world. Anything that isn’t what you expected.”
“Uh…your hair is shorter than I remember from a couple of days ago, but I figured you got a haircut.”
“I haven’t.”
A sudden thought occurred to him. He looked at the two framed posters he had hanging on the bedroom walls between bookcases. One was of William Shakespeare and the other of Geoffrey Chaucer. He had had them since his sophomore year of college. They weren’t particularly odd or remarkable, but he was certain that he had hung them with Chaucer on the left and Shakespeare on the right, sort of in chronological order.
They were now reversed: Chaucer on the right and Shakespeare on the left.
Ed pointed. “The posters are reversed.”
“You need to come with me to the lab.”
“I’ve got a class this morning,” he told her.
“You’ve got to come with me to my lab!” Lys was all but ordering.
Ed was easily manipulated by wet, naked women.
There was no one in the lab used by Lys and her fellow grad students. It was early in the day and they had been working late into the previous night. Ed stood just inside the entrance, uncomfortable to be surrounded by all the equipment they used. Like most labs on campus, it was in a basement and filled with computers and sensors and large pieces of electronic machinery that were incomprehensible to Ed.
From a supply area Lys grabbed what appeared to be a yellow flashlight with a tapered end and a small LCD screen attached to it. Turning it on, ...