When I replied to the ad on the college website, they were so nice to me, and they made it seem like everything was going to be okay. My name wouldn’t appear anywhere, and my face wouldn’t be seen. I told them all I was worried about was I didn’t want my family or friends to find out.
Secretly, it was exciting in a perverted way. I was going to let them film me having an orgasm for a documentary on human sexuality. They were going to put a camera inside me to record my muscles contracting when I came. The thought of strangers seeing the inside of my pussy made me so hot. Maybe some of my friends in the nursing program would see the film in one of their classes, or maybe it would be shown on public television and they would see it – and they wouldn’t know it was me! Of course, I would never tell them. It was going to be my dirty little secret.
That was then.
This is now.
I look around the room, and it’s the most sterile, horrible place I’ve ever been in. I’m sitting on a metal table like a doctor’s examination table. Against the wall is a folding chair. There’s a rolling cart with dirty magazines and a tube of lube – that’s it for furniture and decor. There are no pictures on the featureless ivory walls.
This is the least sexy I have ever felt in my life. I am wearing a paper gown.
This is not how I imagined it was going to be…
When you knock on the door, I look up.
“Is everything okay?” you ask from the other side of the door.
Oh my god, I think. A guy is filming me. I don’t know why I didn’t think about that before. It was exciting to think about strangers looking at my pussy, but it’s not so great talking to the stranger filming me as I try to play with myself. I can’t even get excited.
“Um, yeah,” I say.
“Is it okay to come in?”
“Sure…”
I put my knees together. The cable from the cam is still coming out of me and trailing across the floor – there’s nothing I can do about that, other than jerk it out. I feel really uncomfortable with nothing between me and you but a little bit of scratchy blue paper. I still have lube on my hand. I want to get rid of it, but I don’t want to wipe it on my gown. Instead, I just close my hand into a fist and hide my fist behind me.
When you come into the room, I can’t look directly at you.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask.
I stare at the floor, then I look up and to the left. It’s how I keep from crying. Usually it works, but I can feel my eyes are too hot already. I open my mouth to talk – not even one tiny sound comes out. Finally, I just shake my head. No. I’m not okay. It’s mortifying when the first tear slides down my cheek.
“What can I do to help?”
“I don’t know,” I say, miserable.
“You’ve never done anything like this before, have you?”
“No.”
There’s a pause.
“If you’re doing it for the money-”
“I am not,” I interrupt.
“I didn’t mean it that way,” you say in a gentle voice. “I was just going to suggest that you could participate in another project. There are plenty of projects to choose from, and they all pay the same rate for student volunteers. If you change your mind about this project and choose another, it’s still a win-win situation. You don’t have anything to prove.”
For a minute I think about quitting… It would be a relief to put on my clothes and go away – pretend this never happened. But then I’d feel like a coward. I was confident enough to answer the ad, but I’m too backward to finish? Lame…
“How old are you?”
The question startles me. I stare at you.
“Eighteen.”
Your eyebrow lifts in surprise.
“I thought it said on your application you’re a sophomore.”
“I graduated from high school early,” I explain. “I turned sixteen the week before graduation.”
There is a long pause.
Your voice is low when you ask, “Are you a virgin?”
My cheeks are red. I can feel it.
“No.”
You look relieved. I don’t know why you’re relieved. This is so confusing, I just want to hide my face… I look away.
“Do you want to go through with this?”
“Yes.” My voice is a whisper.
“But you’re not comfortable?”
“No.”
I feel your eyes on me. Your gaze is like a hundred spiders crawling on me. I shiver.
“Here. Let me put this on you.”
You take your lab coat off and put it around me.
“It’s not very warm, but it’s a little something,” you say.
I pull it around me like a cape.
I’m looking away from you, wondering what to say next, when I hear the folding chair scrape along the floor. You put it almost in front of me.
“I hope you don’t mind if I sit down,” you say. “Believe it or not, I’m here to help you with this. It’s not as easy as people think. The scheduling folks don’t make it any easier by putting you in a room like this.” You look around. “It doesn’t give you any inspiration, huh?”
I shake my head.
“Can you look at me?”
I turn my face toward you. For some strange reason, I start to shake again. I’m shaking so hard my titties jiggle, the paper scraping my nipples just a little.
Your hand is on my foot. It’s so warm.
“Is this okay?”
I nod.
I can’t believe it when you cup my foot in your hands and bring it to your lips. Your touch is incredibly gentle, your lips so soft and warm as you kiss each of my toes. I start to feel warm all over. You smile at me and pop my big toe into your mouth. I’m surprised it doesn’t tickle. When my toe comes back out, it feels moist – the air soon makes it cool.
“Do you feel more comfortable now?” you ask.
“Yes.”
I can’t keep my eyes off of you, wondering what you are going to do next.
My foot is on your chest. Your hands are traveling up and down my lower leg, lightly rubbing me. You massage my calf with both hands. It feels so good, and your skin is so warm. I’m not shivering any more. Up my leg… Your hands reach my knee, one on the outside, one inside.
“Is this okay?”
I smile as I say, “Yes.”
Still rubbing my knee, you stand up.
“You still look a little cold,” you say.
I’m not cold, but I don’t want to say so. I think you’re going to hug me. I lean forward for a hug.
“Close your eyes.”
I close them.
First I feel your hands on my face, cradling it softly. Your hands are a little rough, but I like how they feel. Your thumbs run trails over my cheeks and lips, warming them with your touch. I feel you lift my face toward you. When your lips meet mine, they’re hot and soft. The first contact is very light, then you kiss me again. And again. Each time, your lips press a little harder against mine. I open my lips, and you capture my lower lip between yours. Your hands slide down to my throat, then move to the back of my neck. You hold my hair at the back of my head, tilting my head backward and pulling me in tight to you, sucking my lips. I start to feel a little faint – I put my hands on the table.
My right hand slips. Right away, you stop kissing me.
“Are you all right?”
I blush, redness creeping to my throat.
“I still have lube on my hand…”
“Here. Give me your hand.”
I show you my hand. You pull a handkerchief from your pocket and wipe the lube from my hand.
“All better.”
I look up, right into your eyes. For a moment, you look very serious to me. Then I realize – that must be how you look when you are turned on. I shiver, and you move closer. My knees open, you move between them, and hold me close, your lips sucking my mouth, your tongue parting my lips. You hold me so tight I get dizzy. Then you slip your hands under the lab coat, encircling me. One hand touches my back under the paper gown. I’m holding onto your arms, but I can’t sit up anymore. I sag against your arms. You catch me and hold me.
I’m on my back on the table, your lab coat underneath my head like a pillow, and there’s another lab coat over me. I start to get up.
“Don’t sit up,” you say.
You bend over me and cover my face with kisses. Pulling the lab coat down, you cover my throat and chest with kisses. You kiss and suck my nipples, first one, then the other – each tug of your lips sending a thrill through my body, each flick of your tongue making me jerk. I’m so turned on now. The message is going straight from my tits to my pussy, and I can’t keep from squirming.
Your hand sneaks up under the lab coat, grazing my thigh until it reaches my pussy lips.
“So smooth,” you say, running your fingertips along the naked skin of my pussy. “So wet,” you say as you part my pussy lips with your finger.
Your finger touches the cord to the cam inside me. You swirl your finger in the opening, making me wetter, and then you start to play with me.
I don’t know what you’re doing down there. I have never felt anything like it. I grab the edge of the table with one hand and clutch your shirt sleeve with the other. You never stop moving your fingers.
“Oh my god,” I say – just before I start to come. Then I can’t talk any more. My body is racked with an orgasm – my knees splayed wide open, a deep moan coming from my mouth. My knees jerk, and I pull on your sleeve. I expect you to stop playing with me, but you don’t stop. I can’t tell you to stop – it’s almost painful now that I have come.
“Relax, baby,” you say. “Just let it happen.”
Your voice does something strange to me. I don’t let go of your sleeve, but I stop pulling. My knees are pulled up, my feet in the air, and you’re playing with my clit. Then you touch my pussy lips – you’re playing with them, touching them, making me so excited. My feet jerk. I start to writhe under your hand. For a moment, I look at your face. You’re watching me react to you.
“Beautiful,” you say.
Hearing your voice makes me close my eyes again. I’m riding the wave of another orgasm. As it courses through me, I hear myself groan. You don’t stop playing with my pussy. You touch the opening into my body. I want you to put your fingers inside, but all I can do is moan. The next orgasm takes me, and I pant, my chest heaving. I try to move away from your hand, but I can’t get away. You’re holding me with one arm, your other hand in my pussy. You swallow my next groan – your lips closing over my mouth. I struggle weakly until the next orgasm comes. You don’t stop touching me. Finally, I surrender and lie back on your arm, my head falling back, eyes closed – and I let the orgasms come, one after the other. They melt into one another, and all I can do is lie there helpless as my body comes, my voice cracking as I sob. Eventually, the waves are less intense, and my body relaxes – every now and again a hitch as I jerk under your hand.
You take your hand away. I grab you around the torso with both arms and hold on tight, my sweaty head on your chest. Slipping your arm under my knees, you lift me off the table. You sit on the folding chair with me in your lap, encircling me in your arms. You wrap the lab coat around me and hold me, the cable from the cam still trailing across the floor…
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