My Sexy Experience with Medical Research

Two years ago, I earned income playing the guinea pig in medical research studies. It was nice because a two-month study can earn enough to vacation for the next three months. After running out of money, I’d sign on for another research study. Easy work. This went on for about half a year. I’d take my laptop into the study overnight and just plan out my next trip and search online all day. One day, on a break and in need of cash, I call to inquire about new studies. The receptionist goes down the list. I tell her, “Highest paying first, please.” She said they had spots for study participants who are a couple. Okay, well, this might not apply to me. I am single, after all. She goes on to say they participate in an 8-week research study at UVA evaluating the effects of relaxation on the ease and frequency of achieving orgasm in sexual activity. Interesting. I perk up imaging scientist probing me, me achieving orgasm. But 8 weeks of this? Fun for role play… But get real. I tell her to go to the next one. I am single after all. She says, “The study pays $5000 dollars upon successful completion.” Holy shit. Without too much thought I tell her to sign me and my partner on. I mumble a fake name for my partner. Me and my ‘partner’ are scheduled to go in for an exam in one week. Let’s get something straight, I’m not one to have sex with just anyone. I’m not going to whore my body out to science and certainly not any random guy to do with as they please. Or am I? I’ve know “Jamey” for five years. We went to college together, and though I never finished my degree there, he went on to become a popular programmer. You’d definitely know the name of one of his sites if I told you. I call and tell him about what I’ve done and how it’s just a huge joke, not something I’d actually go through with. Of course, that’s a total lie. I’m actually baiting “Jamey” on the phone. Jamey hadn’t had a real relationship at that time, so I was basically the guy’s only contact with the opposite sex. We’d watch Mythbusters together or take in a movie, but as much as I tried, I could never get him to ask me on a real date. We’re both geeks. We’re not necessarily unattractive geeks. But we are geeks, and neither of us had yet found the courage to ask one another out. This study was about to change all that. I talk Jamey into signing up with me as a joke. It’s Saturday and we’re bored, come on I say. Let’s pretend we’re a couple. Freak people out. I don’t tell him that part of the study involves manually achieving orgasm from one another. I leave that part out. The fact he doesn’t know what the study is turns me on. I can’t explain it. My body gets warm and perky all over. I’d never been so lusty that I could hardly breathe. It’s a scary feeling. What will I actually say when the doc has me remove my bra and panties? Will I be asked first, or will Jamey have to drop his pants before mine come off? Will he abide the doctor’s instruction? Oh, this fun. This is fun, right? Ah, fuck me. I keep laughing in the waiting room. Jamey completes the form and looks at me strangely. A young doctor, she can’t be more than 24 years old, no older than I am at least, emerges from a hallway door. “Kate and Jamey?” Jamey nods his head. We’re led into a large white room. A strange PET machine makes me nervous, though I am incredibly excited. I’m excited at…the prospects. There is a traction table outfitted with cushions and towels. I sit on the table as the doctor instructs me to remove my blouse, my skirt, and then to lie on my back. I resist the temptation to look at Jamey. I imagine this shocks him. So I don’t look. This is a bad thing I have done. Is he wondering what he got himself into? I remove my blouse. My nipples peak out of my bra. They are embarrassingly hard. I’m embarrassed but leave them as they are. I’m afraid my panties may be wet. Jamey asks the woman doctor if this is necessary, but I quickly interrupt. “Is it safe?” I ask. Yes, she says. I unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Goosebumps waken my body, along my chest, which like a balloon, deflates, and inflates. My panties have become wet. I catch a glimpse of Jamey’s chest heaving as fast as mine. The woman doctor says, “Relax. It is completely normal so do not be nervous. Nothing you do here is wrong.” She arches my legs up. Suddenly the PET scanner engulfs my entire head. I’m locked into position. The doctor says a few things to Jamey. I listen to discussion behind the privacy curtain, but can’t make those words out either. Is Jamey going to go through with this? I suddenly panic. A door shuts. He’s told them the truth. I am a deranged girl. He is not my husband. We haven’t even dated. But alas, a great light shoots through me. It’s like I’ve died, nervousness perhaps, but I’m suddenly very relaxed. I feel Jamey’s hand on my thigh. I feel his mouth go down on me. “Harder,” I whisper. I am not in control. And yet somehow I am. “With your mouth please” “Harder, please.” Little did I know what a break through this would be, returning day after day to such mischievous fun, in the name of science. Yes, that's it. Yes! MY break through. The next two months were eye-opening, restless, and horrifyingly exciting. Oh, science, thank you very very much.