Without the video screen to stare at, neither of us knew quite where to look or how to get things started. We were just three feet apart. It was awkward. Abby finally broke the silence.
“Before this study, I never would have believed that the absence of hardcore pornography could make a situation seem awkward.” She broke into a smile, as I laughed out loud.
“Yeah, this whole thing is so surreal,” I said. “When we’re eventually allowed to talk about it, no one’s going to believe us anyway.” Then I got to the point. “So how should we do this?”
She thought for a moment and then replied, “well, I say we start by ditching these ugly gowns. We’ve already seen everything underneath, and I’m going to need something more exciting to look at if I’m going to make this work.” She flashed the same mischievous grin I’d seen toward the end of the prior session.
“Hard to argue with your logic.” We both rose and disrobed, throwing our gowns into the corner of the room. I realized, as I did so, that my penis wasn’t nearly as impressive in its flaccid state, and I immediately set to rectifying that, grasping it with my right hand as I took in the view in front of me. Abby’s body was just as stunning as I remembered. So lithe. So toned. By the time we sat back down in our recliners, I was already getting hard.
We started out slowly, staring at each other’s bodies as we touched ourselves. By the 15 minute mark, we were both very into it, and Abby was starting to moan. I stared at her beautiful breasts, and watched as a drop of sweat trickled down between them when she arched her back. Her eyes were locked on my cock, which stood upright like a monument.
Then she startled me with a question: “what are you imagining, Jake? I want to know what you’re fantasizing about.”
I hesitated for a moment, wondering how honest to be. “I’m imagining taking your breasts into my mouth, kissing your nipples.”
She moaned. “What else? Tell me more.”
“I’m imagining what it would be like to go down on you, to make you come with my tongue.”
“Oh god… that’s a good answer.” She seemed to stroke her clit even faster than before.
“Your turn. What are you imagining?”
“I’m imagining you stepping over here and driving that cock into me. Hard. Over and over. Feeling your cock deep inside me.” Her eyes were wide with lust as she said it.
I was floored by her response. Truth be told, despite what I’d said to her, I had been imagining the exact same thing, from the beginning. I pictured myself saying ‘to hell with the rules’ and lifting her legs onto my shoulders and thrusting my cock deep inside of her. Her pussy was a mere three feet from my cock and the urge to bridge that divide was almost overwhelming.
We continued like that for a while. Eventually, I looked over at the door and realized that we were at the 40 minute mark. Somehow 20 minutes had passed since the last time I glanced at the clock. It was time to end this session before we ended up costing ourselves $10, 000.
“I’m ready when you are,” I said to Abby.
“I want you to come on me,” she said. “It’s not a violation of the rules. Just stand up, come over here and shoot it on my belly.”
I didn’t even hesitate. I stood and took a step forward. Her legs were spread wide, so I moved my legs right up against her recliner, my cock looming over her. Her eyes were wide and focused on my cock, as I stared at the toned body splayed out before me. I stroked my cock in a final flurry, felt my orgasm coming, and watched as my cum shot out in several volleys, landing on her flat belly, her arms, and her chest.
As her left hand touched the droplets of cum, smearing them into her skin like she was applying sunscreen, her right hand continued to furiously stroke her clit. Within 30 seconds, she climaxed as well, screaming “oh fuck,” as her whole body shook. I just stood there, in awe of her sexiness, overwhelmed by the whole situation. Eventually, I gathered myself and gave Abby some tissues to clean herself off. I was about to help her, but I remembered Dr. Snyder’s words and thought better of it.
We didn’t say much of anything to each other after that, but we were both all smiles. Eventually Dr. Snyder and Dr. Carter came to retrieve us. There was nothing particularly notable about the debrief, though when I described how the session ended, I got the same eyebrow raise from Dr. Carter that I got when I’d described cumming on Dr. Kaur. I didn’t know how to read her reactions, but she seemed satisfied that I was telling the truth and that there had been no physical contact.
SESSION 11 (DAY 24)
To my delight, Wednesday’s session began just as Monday’s had, with Dr. Carter leading me to a room where Abby and Dr. Snyder were waiting. Once I was seated, Dr. Snyder spoke up. “Good morning. So, as you know, this is the last week of the study and there are only two more sessions left, including today’s. We’ll wrap things up on Friday if all goes well. Today is going to be just like the session on Monday. We’re going to leave you two alone, with no monitor. Your task is the same as always.”
And then he left. The timer on the back of the door began to count upward. Within seconds, we had both disrobed and were completely naked except from the sensors on various parts of our bodies. The awkwardness that had existed even as recently as the last session was almost completely gone. We were touching ourselves almost immediately, drinking in the sight of each other’s naked bodies. In no time at all, I had a raging erection.
We were mostly silent for the first 15 minutes or so, until Abby finally spoke. “Tell me what you’re doing to me in your mind.”
I smiled. “I’ve got you bent over that chair. I’m cupping your breasts as I pound my cock into you from behind.”
“Oh god. That’s a really good answer.” She closed her eyes and tried to picture it too. Then, as if suddenly inspired, she spun around on her chair and climbed on her knees, leaning forward on the backrest and sticking her ass toward me. She wiggled it, teasing me, as she continued to touch herself, moving her hand up and down her pussy. She had such a tight, perfect little ass. At that moment, I wanted nothing more in life than to reach out and grab ahold of it with both hands. It took every bit of my willpower not to.
After a minute she flopped back down on her seat. It was my turn. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” I said. “When you close your eyes, what are we doing?”