During the debrief session, I got the standard questions about whether I’d abstained from sexual contact for the 48 hours prior, whether I’d discussed the study with anyone, and so on. The bulk of the time, however, was devoted to questions about Abby. She wanted to know whether I found Abby attractive (definitely yes), whether it felt awkward masturbating in front of her (yes, at first), and whether I was thinking more about Abby or the videos when I climaxed (definitely Abby). She also asked about the logistics of the encounter, whether we kept our gowns on (yes) and whether there was any physical contact (no.). None of my answers seemed to surprise or concern her.
At the end of the debrief, I asked what had happened with Dr. Kaur. Dr. Carter paused before answering, probably debating how much to share with me. Ultimately, she responded with a question: “Did you see her here today?” I shook my head. “Well, I think you have your answer.”
SESSION 9 (DAY 19)
On Friday morning, I was quite pleased when the door opened and Abby was once again ushered inside. She smiled and said “hi Jake” as she took a seat. I smiled back, noticing that she was wearing her gown backwards, cinched in the front, like a robe. The session began much as the last had, except for the videos, which had a new theme. They all seemed to involve some sort of exhibitionist element, people engaging in sexual acts in public places or while other people watched. As before, the video clips were all very high quality, with attractive actors and high production value. And before long, we were both touching ourselves beneath our gowns.
No doubt inspired by the videos, Abby was the first to up the ante. She spread her legs wide. Because she was wearing her gown backwards, the two sides of the gown fell to the side, much like Dr. Kaur’s lab coat the week before, exposing her legs all the way up to her pussy. I could now see her fingers buried in her short brown pubic hair. There appeared to be some sort of small sensor attached just above her clitoris. I watched her, mesmerized. Before long, I followed suit, lifting my gown up above my waist and exposing my cock. I squirted some massage oil into my palm and rubbed it along the length of my erection. Her eyes were glued to my cock as she continued to stroke herself. After a minute or so, I removed my gown altogether and tossed it into the corner of the room.
Abby wasn’t as quick to open the rest of her own gown, and I started to wonder if maybe she was self-conscious about her breasts or stomach. But finally, around the 25 minute mark, she undid the knot around her waist and let the sides of the gown fall completely to the side. She seemed to blush as she did so, perhaps embarrassed, but she had nothing to be embarrassed about. Her breasts were on the small side, but they were plenty sexy, and her body overall was amazing. Slender and fit, olive-toned from head to foot. She was the kind of girl who no doubt looked fantastic in a swimsuit. And the sensors attached to her breasts and tummy somehow enhanced her sexiness.
She must have been able to tell from the way I was looking at her that I was a big fan of what I was seeing, because she seemed to get comfortable in her nakedness pretty quickly. By the 35 minute mark, we were both aggressively stroking ourselves and not paying much attention to the videos on the monitor. It seemed clear that both of us were at a point where we could climax at any time and were just waiting for the other to give the go ahead. Abby finally broke the silence. “I’m ready to come, Jake, but I want to watch you go first.”
“Okay,” I managed to reply, “I’m ready.”.
“Come for me, Jake. Let it go.”
As instructed, I let myself come, grunting loudly as I did so, and moments later ropes of semen came spurting out of my cock. I was leaning so far back that much of it ended up high on my chest. Upon seeing that, Abby began to shudder, and said “oh god!” as her orgasm washed over her. As she had before, once she’d finished coming, she smiled and closed her eyes. “Oh my god, that was fun,” she said as she seemed to replay the orgasm in her mind.
We both sat there silently for a while, catching our breath, neither of us in any particular hurry to head to our debriefs. When Abby eventually stood up, her gown still on but wide open, she grabbed a tissue off the cart and handed it to me to wipe myself off. As she did so, she bent over me, kissed me quickly on the forehead, and said, “thanks for a good time, Jake.” Almost as soon as she’d done so, she must have remembered the “no contact” rule, because she suddenly looked at me nervously, like she’d done something wrong.
Reading her thoughts, I smiled back reassuringly and said, “don’t worry, I doubt that’s the kind of contact their concerned about.”
“Yeah, I suppose not.” By then, everything had gotten a little awkward. Abby cinched her gown back up and I put mine on. We didn’t say much else before we were led away to our respective debrief sessions.
During my debrief, Dr. Carter asked me a lot of questions about Abby’s naked body and how it made me feel to look at it. I answered as truthfully as I could, noting that I thought she was exactly my type. When Dr. Carter eventually got to the question of whether we’d had any physical contact during the session, I was completely honest and described the forehead kiss at the end, not thinking it was that big a deal. To my surprise, though, Dr. Carter seemed to think it was a big deal. She asked me to describe it a number of times and checked the polygraph readouts carefully as I answered. Finally, she told me that the kiss was a violation of the protocol and that she’d have to discuss it with Dr. Snyder. She said Dr. Snyder would make a decision regarding our continued participation in the study by Monday morning. Then she sent me home.
SESSION 10 (DAY 22)
I didn’t think they’d kick me out of the study for the forehead kiss, but I wasn’t entirely sure about Abby. So when things started out differently on Monday morning, I started to worry that I might not see her again. After I’d changed into my hospital gown, Dr. Carter came into the room by herself. She told me to come with her. I followed her silently, a million questions running through my mind. We walked down the hall to another “exam” room. When I walked through the door, Abby was already inside, seated on a black leather recliner. Dr. Snyder was also in the room, standing just to her left. Unlike the room I’d spent every previous session in, this one had no TV monitor and no couch. Directly across from Abby was an identical black leather recliner. Dr. Carter motioned for me to sit in it, which I did. It was Dr. Snyder who first spoke.
“Today is going to be a little different. As you can see, there’s no TV in this room, so you’re not going to be watching videos today. Your task is the same as always. You’re just not going to have anything to look at but yourselves. Understood?”
We both nodded.
“And before I go, I just want to remind you once again. There is to be no physical contact between you, of any kind.” He looked at Abby as he said that. “Any further contact and you will not complete the study. Understood?”
We both nodded again.
“Alright, we’ll see you on the flip side.” As he closed the door behind him, I could see that a timer hung on the back of the door. It had started counting up.