The Experiment (11 page)

She murmured something apologetic about being nervous and she tried to relax, but she wouldn’t let go of her anger—at him, at the Doctor, at herself—at all of them together. She didn’t really care. The anger felt right.

The room was very nice, even luxurious, clean and expectant, quiet and unspoiled. He closed the door and in the silence Zoe walked over to the window and looked down at the rainy street below, the traffic inching along. Without turning around, she took off her coat and threw it on a chair. There was no need to talk. There was nothing to say.

She turned to him but he hadn’t moved. He stood there with his coat still on, his eyes suddenly nervous.

“Well?” she asked.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m a little nervous. I really haven’t done this much.”

“I haven’t either. But I know how it’s done.” Zoe straightened her back, bringing her breasts up. She’d never known a man to refuse and now she was ready to be taken. If she was going to be a whore for this boy, she felt ready, but he would have to take her. She wasn’t going to make the first move.

He smiled weakly. “No, you see, I… Well, I think I might be gay.”

Zoe looked at him. He suddenly seemed very young and uncertain, almost small.

“I’m sorry?” she asked. “What did you say?”

“I thought you knew. I think I might be homosexual. Isn’t that why we met up?”

Zoe felt her shoulders sag. She was being played with again. “This is the first I’ve heard of it. No one told me.”

He took a step forward, concerned. “The Doctor didn’t tell you? I thought that’s what this was all about. I assumed you knew. He’s helping me clarify my sexual feelings. He told me he’d chosen you especially because you’d be good for me. He said you were good at this sort of thing.”

“Good at what sort of thing?” she asked. “What else did he tell you?”

The boy shrugged. “He said you’d meet me at the museum. He didn’t tell me what you’d look like. He said I had to pick you out. It was part of my training, to recognize when a woman was interested in me.”

Zoe thought back to what the Doctor had said about her having “talent”, and she didn’t know whether to be offended or flattered. Anger flared in her, but then, seeing the look of alarm on his face, it just as quickly faded. She’d been afraid that the man the Doctor chose for her would be the usual type of male animal—aggressive, prideful, selfish. She’d expected someone like Jack or Ben. She hadn’t expected anything like this. Once again the Doctor had taken her expectations and twisted them around to meet his own needs. She had to admit it was a masterful stroke.

She sat down in a chair. Despite herself, she laughed. The boy’s nervousness and uncertainty, her fear and lust—suddenly they were all just too funny.

She had asked for this. She had asked that he set her up with a man, and he’d agreed, saying it would still have to be part of the experiment, and that’s what this was, another step in the process.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Did I screw up? Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” she said. “No, it’s not your fault. I was the one who misunderstood. I thought this was going to be something quick and painless, something I needed. I never imagined I’d be part of your therapy. How long have you been part of the experiment?”

“About three months now. I thought you were a regular, someone who worked for him. A sexual surrogate. You’re not though, are you? You don’t look like that.”

Zoe’s heart went out to him. He looked so young and nervous, so eager to please.

“No,” she said. “You’re right. I’m something like that. How many times have you seen him?”

“Only three times. He told me not to talk about them though. He said I wasn’t to ask you about your experiences either. He made me promise. Said that any violation and I’d be dropped.”

“That’s all right,” she said. “I won’t ask.”

She looked at him and asked, “So you’ve never even been with a woman before?”

“No, I have. A couple of times, but nothing like this. Nothing so clinical. Maybe we should just forget it?”

“What’s your name? Come on, you can tell me. I’m Chloe.”

He smiled. “I’m Jeffrey.” He laughed. “But I don’t know. I’m kind of nervous. I didn’t think I’d be so nervous. I don’t know if I can do it. You know, I don’t know if I can get it up. The Doctor said that you were an expert at this though.”

“Expert at what?”

He shrugged. “At getting people aroused. Turning them on.”

Despite herself, Zoe felt a strange surge of pride. “Oh, he’s right. I’m one of the best. He was right about that.”

It wasn’t real then. It wasn’t sex, it was therapy, and Jeffrey, sweet and nervous and eager to please, wasn’t a lover, he was a patient. Looking at it that way, Zoe suddenly had no trouble going to him and taking off his jacket.

“Sit down,” she said, indicating the small loveseat. “Just sit down and let’s see how this feels.”

He was a beautiful boy and her heart went out to him. She had him sit back and close his eyes and she slid her hand up under his sweater. His chest was well-muscled but rather hairless. She put her arm around his shoulders, ran her fingers over his chest and saw his cock spring instantly to life in his trousers.

“Wow!” he said, “Maybe I’m not as gay as I thought.”

Despite herself, Zoe felt a surge of pride. The whole thing was almost like a private joke between her and the Doctor. He’d said she had “talent”, that she was doing exceptionally well in the experiment. Apparently she was doing so well that he could entrust his patients to her, confident that Zoe’s sexuality would heal them. She smiled. She wasn’t a whore. She was a therapist.

It was in that spirit that she ran her nails over the huge lump in Jeffrey’s trousers and felt it lurch to life. She was aroused, but it was her own sexual power that aroused her now, the way she seemed to be able to work her will on this boy.

“And what’s so bad about being gay?” she asked him as she helped him off with his sweater.

“Nothing, I guess. Except I’d miss out on this. I’ve never been with anyone like you, Chloe. The other girls were so…blah.”

Maybe they were, but not Zoe. It was terribly gratifying to see his reactions and responsiveness. Jeffrey lay back against the sofa, his eyes closed as Zoe planted kisses across his muscled chest. She was excited too, almost as excited as he was and when she finally opened his zipper and freed his cock, they both stared at it with admiration and surprise.

“Take off your clothes,” she said as she got up to do the same. “I’ll show you how a woman makes love.”

She wouldn’t let him do anything. That would ruin the illusion of therapy. Nor would she kiss his mouth, though she had nothing against teasing the palms of his
hands with her tongue and teeth as she played with his cock. She made him lie on his back on the bed and she showed him how to caress her breasts. She showed him how to lick her nipples as she pressed first one breast then the other against his lips. She got on her knees and took his hand and put it between her legs, and his touch, full of sudden wonder, set her on fire. She bent over and began to kiss and nibble his chest, took hold of his wrist and pressed his hand harder against her sex.

Maybe she was a whore, she thought. This was sex without love, but wasn’t that what the Doctor was teaching her? And what did it matter? If she and Jeffrey would never see each other again, what did it matter how she acted?

In any case, it was academic, because by the time she was straddling him with his cock in her hand she needed him as much as she’d ever needed anyone.

“Wait,” he said. “I’ve got protection. I was just tested, but I don’t want you to worry.”

Zoe didn’t object. He got up and got the condom from his pants pocket. If nothing else, it would make him last longer. She made him lie back down on his back as she unrolled it on to his erection. He was a very big boy and her stomach was already jumping with nervousness.

She leaned forward so that her nipples grazed his chest, steadying herself with one hand on the headboard, and she maneuvered him so the head just split her lips.

“Oh God!” Jeffrey moaned, his body starting upwards, instinctively trying to penetrate her.

Zoe wouldn’t be rushed. It was her first man in months and she was unusually tight. That just made his entry more painful and satisfying, more sexual and obscene as she bit her lip and eased her weight down, letting his prick force its way inside.

Jeffrey reached for her breasts, already showing that familiar need a man feels for a woman’s softness and promise. He kneaded them as Zoe gasped at the familiar yet always new feeling of being filled.

Once he was inside her, and once her ass rested against his hard thighs, her hands flat against his chest, she let the feeling of womanly pride rush through her. She had done it, conquered them both and now it was time for her reward.

Jeffrey stared up at her and groaned, closing his eyes when the sight of her naked eroticism was too much. Zoe was very good with her hips, better than even she remembered, but then she couldn’t remember when a man had felt so good inside her. She couldn’t remember when a man had been so passive and available to her, or so appreciative of her every move. Jeffrey groaned, he shuddered. He was hers to use and command, and he responded to everything she did in a most gratifying way.

Zoe concentrated on making it good for him at first, doing those tricks that Jack had always enjoyed, but soon she was doing it for her own selfish pleasure, using him as much as she’d ever been used and the surprising thing was, the more she used him, the more he liked it. Zoe had never had a man like this, wholly in her power, entirely for her to use as she wanted, like having her own special cock, just for her.

She had long thighs, with long, smooth muscles that stood out as she swung her hips over him, sending his big, hard piston slithering into her pussy again and again as she whimpered and furrowed her eyebrows in delicious concentration. The boy dug his fingers into her legs and felt her muscles working, felt that deep, female, biological need, her shameless hunger for him.

Zoe tried to remain neutral but he felt too good and a grimace of pure sexual rapture kept on breaking through her polite and rather forced smile. She couldn’t pretend anymore. This boy’s manlike cock was absolutely delicious, hard for her and swollen with desire, and she finally had to give up all pretense of being his teacher or therapist. She leaned forward and grasped his arms, planted her knees on the bed and started to fuck him hard.

“Oh!” she groaned as she bounced on top of him, his pubic bone smashing against her and grinding into her distended clit. “Oh yes! Oh fuck! Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me!”

Jeffrey groaned. He opened his eyes and his lids fluttered shut. All the strength seemed to leave his body and gather in his cock and Zoe could tell what was coming. She could tell what was coming and it drove her wild, wild to have him, wild to fuck him and make him come, wild to play the whore for him. She put her head down and began to sprint for the finish, her hair hanging in her face.

“Oh God!” he cried. “You’re gonna make me come! Oh God, Chloe! Yes! I’m gonna come, I’m gonn…”

“Give it to me, Jeffrey!” Zoe snarled, her hips moving like a machine’s. “Give me that hot cum! Give it to me, baby! I want it!”

His eyes rolled up. His mouth opened. He thrust up into her and arched his back, lifting them off the bed so that only his heels and the back of his head still made contact with the mattress and Zoe felt that hard male shaft throb inside her. She felt it jerk and twitch and felt him shudder as he shot into the rubber condom. She was almost there, almost there…

No. She couldn’t make it. That would be too much to ask, but still she thrilled to see him convulse in powerful orgasm between her slaving thighs. She felt each jolt of release as he let her have it and shuddered vicariously along with him as his cries grew softer, his thrusts less insistent and finally he collapsed back onto the bed.

Zoe fell on top of him, her heart hammering, her breath roaring in her chest. She could feel his heart too, beating like a wild thing and she willed him to calm down, willed them both back to quietness. She felt his shrinking, diminishing and finally felt him slide drunkenly from her pussy.

She waited until their breath had returned to normal, then she climbed off him and stood up. She went into the bathroom and wiped herself off, came out and started to dress.

Jeffrey heaved himself up on his elbows. “God. That was incredible.” He watched her dress for a while and then asked, “But where are you going. Are you all done?”

Zoe dressed quickly. She didn’t want to stay. She knew that anything more would lead to feelings of affection and she didn’t want that. She was already smitten with someone else.

“I’d say there’s nothing wrong with you when it comes to women,” she said as she buttoned up her blouse. “I think we’re done here.”

“But… What about again? I want to, you know, make love. Like you’re supposed to.”

Zoe pulled on her shoes and quickly tucked in her shirt.

“Jeffrey,” she said. “Trust me. There is no ‘supposed to’.”

She grabbed her jacket and made it to the door. She hated to walk out on him, but she was entirely finished and she knew it.

“You were wonderful, Jeffrey. Tell the Doctor there’s nothing wrong with you sexually. Tell him Chloe said so.”