I could tell almost immediately that Dr. Carter didn’t believe me. She squinted at the polygraph data on her monitor. Eventually she spoke: “The machine strongly suggests that you are not being truthful with me. I’m going to give you another chance to answer my question. I’ve got to warn you, though, if I leave here thinking you haven’t been completely candid with me, and I tell Dr. Snyder that, the odds are he will cut you from the study.”
I swallowed. I didn’t want to get Dr. Kaur in trouble, but I hadn’t made her do any of the things she did. It wasn’t my fault. And $10, 000 was a lot of money. Moreover, even if I stuck to my lie and got kicked out of the study, it probably wouldn’t spare her from repercussions, because it would mean they didn’t believe me, and, necessarily, that they believed she had crossed the line somehow.
So when Dr. Carter asked the question again, I apologized and answered truthfully. I described how the session had really ended, how Dr. Kaur had grasped my cock and given me a blowjob. As I described the encounter, Dr. Carter again raised an eyebrow, and this time she shook her head slowly in disapproval. Not directed at me, I don’t think, but toward her colleague. When I was finally done, she said that she believed me, but warned me that I wouldn’t get another chance, that if I lied again, I’d be cut from the study.
I asked her what would happen with Dr. Kaur. She said, “I don’t know, and I couldn’t tell you even if I did, but this is serious. It’s a violation of the study protocol, and she should have known better. Whatever happens, I don’t imagine you’ll be seeing her any more for the remainder of this study.”
I left with a strange mix of emotions. On the one hand, I’d just had possibly the most erotic experience of my life. On the other, I may have also gotten Dr. Kaur fired, and I felt terrible about that.
SESSION 8 (DAY 17)
On Wednesday, I showed up not knowing what to expect. I hoped to see Dr. Kaur again, but my gut told me that was unlikely. Sure enough, when the door opened, it was Dr. Carter, not Dr. Kaur. She quickly attached the sensors, including the one around my penis, in a very clinical manner. No smiles or small talk. But then I was thrown a real curveball.
The door opened and another study participant was shown into the room. She had thick brown curly hair and, like me, was clad in a hospital gown with sensors attached to her forehead (and presumably other places underneath the gown). I recognized her immediately. It was Abby, the girl who’d captured my attention on the day I’d signed up. She looked as nervous as I felt.
Dr. Carter asked her to sit down on the other end of the couch, where Dr. Kaur usually sat. Once she was seated, Dr. Carter gave us our instructions for the session. “This is going to be just like the first few sessions. When I press the button, videos will start playing. This time I’m going to take the remote away, though, so you’ll have no ability to skip any of them. Your task is to masturbate until you reach orgasm. As usual, we’d ask that you try to last at least 30 minutes, to allow us to collect sufficient data. Do either of you have any problem with what you’re being asked to do?”
We looked briefly at each other, and then shook our heads.
“Good. Now remember, no physical contact with each other. Any violations of that protocol will result in dismissal from the study.” With that, she pressed the red button and turned to leave. “Oh, and Jake, this is Abby. Abby… Jake.” Then she was out the door.
I raised my hand and waved hello to Abby sheepishly, not sure what else to do. She gave me an equally sheepish half smile and then turned forward to watch the screen. The scene on the monitor was already getting heated. A good looking man was going down on an equally attractive woman. She was seated on a bar stool, leaning back against a kitchen counter, her tank top pulled up over her breasts. She sounded like she was enjoying herself. And it just got hotter from there.
By the time the couple was fucking on the kitchen counter, Abby had her hand moving beneath her gown. I was thankful for that. I didn’t want to be the first. But I soon followed her lead, reaching under my gown and grasping my already hard cock. The videos were all incredibly hot. Attractive couples, in HD, having passionate sex. Even if I’d had the remote, I probably wouldn’t have skipped through any of them. Abby seemed to like them too. I wondered if we were paired together because we had similar preferences.
Though we kept our gowns on, we made no effort to hide our pleasure. Before long, Abby was arching her back and softly moaning. The longer the session went on, the more often I found myself stealing glances at her. She was clearly doing the same thing because a few times our gazes met. The first time it happened, we both immediately looked back at the screen, embarrassed to have been caught looking. But the second time, our gaze lingered a bit and Abby actually flashed me a quick smile. Her curly brown hair had been tossed around by her activity and a few loose strands draped over her lightly freckled face. She really was quite beautiful, not striking in the same way that Dr. Kaur was, but she had that no-makeup, girl-next-door type of beauty, and her eyes conveyed a clear intelligence.
She was using her right hand to pleasure herself, which caused her gown to ride up just enough for me to glimpse a little of her ass and lower back. The sounds she was making, and the way she kept arching her back, were an enormous turn on. By the 35 minute mark, I felt myself nearing orgasm, and I must have looked like it too, because I heard Abby say, “don’t come yet.” She was panting, out of breath. “I’m almost there . . . I want to come with you.”
I slowed down a bit, waiting for her to catch up, watching her. After about a minute, she looked over at me and our eyes locked. She opened her mouth and her eyes wide, and I could tell her orgasm was coming. I let myself come too, and we both shuddered, never breaking eye contact. I felt my cum soak the inside of my gown.
As we caught our breath, Abby broke into a warm smile. She closed her eyes and shuddered again, still smiling, as if trying to relive the orgasm she just experienced. When she opened them again, she said, “thanks for waiting. I didn’t want to have to finish by myself.” She paused. Then she said, with obvious sarcasm, “because that would have just been weird.” She smiled and we both laughed.
Then she got up and hit the button. About 30 seconds later, Dr. Snyder opened the door, and Abby followed him out, presumably back to wherever she had left her clothes and then to do her post-session debrief. On her way out the door, she gave me a little silent wave with her right hand and winked. Once she was gone, I quickly dressed, and by the time I was done, Dr. Carter had come to retrieve me.