Orgasm University (3 page)

A couple days passed by before it was the night of her next
appointment. She’d been busy, swamped with work and dinners with friends. In
the back of her mind she knew she was putting off her homework assignment.

She’d already taken a shower, taking extra time to wipe the
condensation from the bathroom mirror. Yes, she was procrastinating. It wasn’t
something she normally did, but it was going to take more than a simple
“Atta-boy!” to convince her to spread her legs. Doing it on camera—knowing
full-well someone else, or maybe even
several
someone elses, were going
to watch?

Head.

Desk.

Picturing people with score cards in front of a monitor
didn’t really help her get in the mood.

She flipped open the viewing screen on the camera where it
sat on the dresser. It’d been there for two nights and two days. The
possibility that the battery had run down filled her chest with hope.

Eighty-seven percent battery life.

Great.

The screen showed the bed and not much else.

It reminded her of the center ring in a circus.

She switched off the overhead light and turned on a lamp
sitting on a night stand next to her bed.

Searching her room for anything else to do made her feel
like a coward. She just needed to rip off the proverbial Band-Aid and get the
video made. He’d said she didn’t have to come, so she tried to calm down.

She pushed the record button, waited for the red light to
come on. Haltingly she crawled onto the bed, about as turned on as a burned-out
light bulb. There was no way she was going to have her first orgasm like this.
Since that conclusion was out maybe she should just prove to him that videoing
wasn’t the right thing to ask someone like her to do?

Settling on the bed, she positioned her body, with her knees
bent at an angle to the camera so it could only see the silhouette of her body
as her side-light backlit her. She hoped she wasn’t going to make a fool of
herself. All the other subjects in his study probably knew what to do—bet they
looked beautiful. Porn stars in the making.

Her? More like
Masturbation For Dummies, Getting Off 101,
How Not To Do It.

She took a deep breath to halt the negative “poor-me”s
piling up in her mental queue. For once, she decided to grow a pair and try to
enjoy herself. At least she’d get to scrub the video from her mental to-do
list.

It took all her concentration to relax her fists. She
focused on the ceiling for a few minutes, then closed her eyes, picturing Dr.
Hottie crowding her beside the bed with his one eyebrow raised, waiting—

No time like the present…

She trailed the tips of her fingernails over her hip bones
and along her abdomen, tracing her ribs. Her breasts overfilled her hands as
she cupped them, thumbing her nipples. A moan tumbled into the private space,
changing it into more of a porn shoot than she expected she could achieve.

She couldn’t help but smile as she plucked at her sensitive
nipples.

“How would you do it, Dr. Hottie?” she whispered it quiet
enough that the camera wouldn’t pick it up. It struck her again he was
really
going to watch her while she tried to get off.

Research. She was doing this for research. The need to do a
good job for him was there, but her fear of not achieving orgasm dampened her
enthusiasm.

Maybe she should have bought some latex gloves, making the
fantasy a bit more real.

She traced her lips and licked two fingers, sliding her
tongue between them as she’d like to do to the underside of his cock. “I bet
you’re thick and I hope you’re as hard as I want you to be.” The words
slithered around her, wrapping her in heated anticipation.

Her feet wouldn’t stay still on the mattress, nor would her
hips, which pumped in time to a phantom lover she wished were really there.

She traced the lips of her sex and her mouth opened on a
pant.

Moisture coated her pussy as if she’d had hours of foreplay
instead of just minutes. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d been so wet.
Possibly on her appointment earlier in the week but she didn’t want to read too
much into that either. It was more than likely just a fluke.

What was it going to be like when he really did touch her?
When he purposefully set out to make her come?

Her fingers found their way to her slick opening. It didn’t
take any more prep than that. She slid one inside, sighing at the feel of
penetration, no matter how slight.

Squeezing her breast made her pump her slick digit inside
her clenching channel. She added another finger, stretching her intimate flesh.
The burn was something she shied away from in the past, but now?

It was something she might become addicted to if she weren’t
careful.

Her hips rose and fell with the sinuous rhythm of sex
filling the air all around her.

She brushed her thumb across her clit and her body torqued
on the bed. A delicious pressure built in her pelvis, spiraling higher and
higher, leading toward the clouds.

Her clit became a hard little knot and she stroked it like
she thought Dr. Hottie would. With urgency, purpose, he wouldn’t take no for an
answer. Neither from her lips nor from her body.

He would hear the lie and correct it. “Yes, Doctor,” she
would answer him. She bit her lip, curling her toes, squeezing her nipple
tighter until it actually hurt.

Adrenaline spiked through her system and she panicked. Good
girls didn’t like pain. Ladies didn’t want anything kinky, like their doctor
examining them, having sex with them, dominating them.

Her rhythm faltered and the delicious tension evaporated
into the room, quickly morphing into frustration.

Her fingers didn’t want to give up. After a couple of
minutes it reminded her of CPR though. Compress, compress, compress, and
breathe.

The balloon filled with her expectations slowly wheezed out
into the room. Completely deflated, her limbs sagged onto the bed.

Her bottom lip pouted like she was going to cry. Anger made
an appearance, scaring the tears away.

She stomped to the bathroom to wash her hands then stalked
over to the video camera, pushing buttons haphazardly until the “Record” light
went off.

Flipping off the side-light, she flopped down on the
mattress. She sucked in an angry breath, fisting one of her hands until her
nails dug into her palm. Her arm exploded into action, punching the pillow, and
she mumbled the whole time.

“This never works.”

Pha-womp—

“Stupid assignments.”

Pha-womp, pha-womp—

“How pathetic…fucking broken.”

The last one made her arm pause in mid-flight, falling limp
to the mattress. Tears filled her eyes, spilling over before she could convince
herself to stop. She wiped them away.

“I want to be like everybody else. I want to come. I just
don’t know how.”

“Please…” wisped out as she tucked her hand below her chin
and fell asleep.

She dreamed of her orgasms stuck in little glass jars sitting
on a shelf. They were there. She could see them. Get excited they were so
close, but she couldn’t get to them.

Fucking lids were glued on.

She begged in her sleep for help, willing to trade anything
to feel normal. No one was there to hear her.

She was utterly and completely alone.

The next day, one of the ladies in Dr. Hottie’s office
escorted her back into the same room she’d been in with him before.

Victoria had turned in the video camera, nearly a half an
hour ago when she arrived. She’d almost replaced the SD card, claiming it was
too complicated or broken. Anything to try to hide the fact it was her faulty
parts that were broken. But she had promised him her trust, along with her
honesty, so she handed it over even though it made her sick to her stomach that
he would see her failure.

She couldn’t even make herself watch it. She’d grabbed it as
she walked out early that morning to go to work, shoved it in her purse, trying
desperately to forget it was there and what was on it. Maybe she should have—

“Dr. Hotlidge will be with you in just a minute. Make
yourself comfortable.”

The door closed and she’d barely had time to set her purse
down before the door opened again. And there he stood.

Dark wavy hair, broad shoulders and the same crisp white
doctor’s coat she saw every time she closed her eyes.

The door slid closed and he never looked away from her.

“Come here, Jane.”

Her feet obeyed, while her head was still fuzzing out over
seeing him again.

Over the past days she’d wondered if he was really as
attractive as she remembered him.

Upon seeing him again, she knew she’d been wrong.

Way off. She hadn’t remembered him nearly as gorgeous as he
truly was.

She stopped in front of him, waiting, wondering why in the
hell she did what he said. Or why her pussy was already wet from three little
words.

“Lock the door.”

A tiny part of her was a bit afraid. The bigger part of her
just wanted to see his eyebrow arch. She smiled when he gave her the look she’d
been waiting for.

She sidestepped him, twisting the lock until it snapped into
place.

He rotated her until she faced him, caging her in with her
back to the door. He eyed her mouth like he was going to kiss her but flipped
his gaze up at the last minute.

“I want you naked. I’m going to touch every inch of you
today, and see exactly how to make you come so hard you forget your own name.
By the time I get gloves on, you’d better be bare and ready for me.”

He gave her his back as he strode to the cabinets holding
his supplies. She’d never stripped faster in her entire life.

Tucking her panties inside her skirt, he surprised her with
a hand at the nape of her neck. He straightened her spine by pulling on her
hair, until her back sat flush against his torso. The tight hold of his gloves
tugged on the strands, causing gooseflesh to race down her arms.

“Did you know when I’m doing something you like, I can tell
by inhaling the scent at the crook of your neck? Some people have such a keen
sense of smell they can detect different levels of pheromones. They’re
released, denoting your level of arousal…or fear.”

None of her other lovers had manhandled her. Not even one.
They were always gentlemen. Soft lovers. The revelation that she liked it a bit
rough flipped her brain into high gear. “Those people have hyperosmia.”

The tip of his nose ran up her neck. “Very good. Your brain
is your biggest sex organ. It’s nice to see you’re exercising that one
regularly.” The grip on her hair tightened and he slid his latex-covered hand
along her ribs, cupping her breast, pinching her nipple until she gasped.
Wheezing because it hurt, or panting because she liked it, she didn’t know. “It
pleases me that you like a bit of pain. It’s going to make our experiments
today quite a treat for both of us.”

What could she say to that? She bit her bottom lip, deciding
to remain silent. The warmth in her cheeks probably said quite enough.

By the hold he had on her hair and nipple, he tugged her
over to the table. Sooner than she thought possible she was flipped on her
back, facing the ceiling.

From somewhere beneath her, he withdrew a small electrical
wire that terminated in a clamp. He plucked at her nipple, making it even
harder, closing the clamp on the tight tip. She opened her mouth to protest but
it wasn’t as tight as she’d expected, and actually felt kind of nice. She
followed his movements as he strode around the table, placing a second clamp on
her other nipple.

“This set isn’t too tight. The added features more than make
up for what they lack in strength.”

“What feature is that?” She lifted the wires experimentally,
but without getting off the table she couldn’t see where they terminated. “They
look like electrical leads, but you couldn’t possible mean to—oh God.”

Electricity fed into her body through her nipples. Cascading
warmth flowed outward into her tits, up her neck, filling her head with
pleasure. Arousal spiked in her clit, bringing her back to the night before
with her latest failed attempt at masturbating.

As if he could read her mind, he asked, “How did the
homework go? Did you have any issues with the video camera?”

Her fingers twitched every few seconds and she couldn’t keep
them still. She wanted to stuff them under her ass, but that was too close to
where she really wanted them, so she kept them firmly at her sides.

“I tried but it didn’t work out so well. The camera was
pretty straight…forward.” It was hard to concentrate when pulses of electricity
shot Morse code messages to her pussy to contract. “I was frustrated at the end
so I hope I didn’t break it.”

“You didn’t break it.” Metal grinded on metal as he pulled a
stirrup out from the end of the table and flipped it up and out, lifting her
leg onto it.

“If you know I didn’t break it, then you’ve already watched
it, so why did you ask me how the homework went when you already know I failed
miserably?” Nerves made her lash out, so lash out she did.

“The way you were positioned on the bed made it impossible
for me to see what you were doing. Level of penetration, orifice you were
masturbating, wetness saturation and a whole host of other things would have
been helpful.” More metal on metal as he extracted and opened the other
stirrup. He lifted her other leg, settling it in place, exposing her wet pussy
to him. “We’re going to rectify that right now.”

The stimulation on her nipples increased, just shy of the
point of pain.

“Your hands won’t be still. You’re pumping your hips but
trying to be a lady about it. I don’t need you to be a lady. I don’t need you
to be anything but what you are. I need you to stop being so concerned with
what others will think, what I will think and I want you to do what feels
good.”

“In front of you?”

“Yes.”

He sat on a short stool, wheeling it between her legs with a
notepad and a pen.

She looked over her naked mound to stare him down. “There’s
no way this is going to work.”

“Pessimism surely isn’t going to get you there.”

She had nothing to say to that. She clenched her pelvic
muscles together when he increased the electrical current traveling to her
nipples, making her groan.
Please
almost came out, so she clenched her
teeth together. Begging wasn’t going to happen.

“Cup your breasts.”

She thought about it, rationally. This was what she was
there for. What his research was about. She’d signed up to help him with his
grant and in turn hopefully figure out what was wrong with her. She shook her
head, fighting within herself, and slowly cupped the mounds of her tits,
thumbing the sides, which were more sensitive than she remembered them.

He increased the current again, making her moan. She
squeezed her breasts and thumbed her nipples between the clamps, rocking her
pelvis. She needed something on her clit, wanted something to fill her pussy
too. She wanted to come so desperately she’d do anything.

Including masturbate in front of a Greek god in a lab coat
as he took notes.

Moisture seeped from her pussy, sliding down her slit and
over the tiny pucker of her ass. Her muscles clenched when he stared at it,
scribbling something on his notepad.

Unable to resist, she trailed a hand over her ribs, down her
stomach to the top of her mound, cupping her sex. The pressure alone was
delicious.

She rolled her clit beneath her fingers, gathering moisture
from her weeping sex so her fingertips could slide over the rich bundle of
nerves.

Sensation traveled from her nipples to her pussy. She was so
horny but touching her clit wasn’t enough.

She rubbed her slit, dipping inside her wet cunt, her legs
straining against the cold metal of the stirrups. They cut into her calves
where she pressed into them and she had to admit the pain added something to it
she’d never expected. Her hand came away soaked and she rubbed her clit in
tight little circles. Harder and harder, riding the spiral of delicious tension
until she sat atop the highest mountain, but nothing she did threw her over
onto the other side. She just couldn’t get there.

Dr. Hottie mused, “You’re right there, Jane. Relax and let
it happen.”

“Please,” she whispered, unable to verbalize anything else.

“Don’t stop playing with that pretty pussy.” He tossed his
clipboard on the counter, then attached thick metal rods next to her hips at
the edge of the table. Each had pivoting arms at the top with clamps on the
end.

It confused her momentarily, but then he positioned one
across her hip. He stretched the lip of her pussy open, clamping it tightly in
place. He repeated the same thing on the other side, attaching a rod between
the two metal arms to spread her pussy lips wide. Stretching her sex, exposing
her clit.

“Keep your hand beneath the bar just like you have it, and play
with your clit.”

He gathered her wetness and filled her empty pussy with his
amazing fingers.

An orgasm flashed through her so fast she couldn’t prepare
for it. She gripped the edge of the table with her other hand, gritting her
teeth.

“Come for me. You earned it.”

She gasped, “Oh my Gawd.” Her pussy clamped onto his
fingers. Her back arched, her fingers digging into the vinyl table, the paper
crinkled beneath her, and she knew she’d never hear that sound again without
getting wet. She strummed her clit beneath the bar until her coordination
failed her. He rubbed it for her, brushing against her fingers since she
couldn’t even pull them free. All she could do was moan and twitch, orgasming
for the first time, for him.

The way he watched her, his fingers inside her, on her,
touching the naked digits clenching with each pulse of wicked pleasure, was one
of the most intimate things she’d ever experienced.

It was the first orgasm of her life. It lasted so long she
forgot to breathe. For once her mind became quiet and how she felt was all that
mattered. She couldn’t think of anything but how amazing it was. The top of her
head threatened to explode when he slid his fingers out, his thumb caressed the
knot at the top of her sex one last time, making her suck in a sharp breath.
She exhaled, every cell in her body going completely limp.

“That was perfect.” He removed all of the equipment, cleaned
her pussy with a soft cloth, tossed it and his gloves in the trash. He planted
his knuckles beside her torso. His heat warmed her as he stood next to her. “I
knew you’d be beautiful when you came. Uninhibited. Free. Very sexy, Jane.”

She cleared her throat, still spread-eagle, and was amazed
that she grinned. “I didn’t know it would be like that. Is it as intense every
time?”

He chuckled, brushing a hair from her mouth. “If you’re
doing it right.”

She wanted nothing more than to nuzzle his hand and sleep
for a week. She bitch-slapped her inner romantic, reminding her for the
hundredth time, that wasn’t what this was about, and tuned in to the end of
what he was saying.

“I’d like to take an MRI of your head and your pelvis. Can
you come back tomorrow?”

“Not until after work. It would be late. I’ve got meetings
most of the day.”

“Come by as soon as you can. We’ll get started right away,
but it may take a couple of hours.”

What was she doing?
She didn’t even have her
all-mighty planner with her. She might have an evening staff meeting, or a
dinner-date with Tabatha, her best friend, and she was always more responsible
than making plans with no notice at all.

“I’ll be here around six.”

“Perfect. Take a few minutes to relax, get dressed. I’ve
left bottled water on the counter for you. Make sure to stay hydrated. You’re
going to need it. Someone will be in to check on you in a few minutes to make
sure you’re okay to drive. I’ll see you tomorrow night, Jane.”

Best non-date date plans she’d ever had.

Ever.